I re-read Harriet the Spy, after like 20+ years, and it was at least as all-encompassingly awesome now as it was then. If you haven’t read this, I would go read it right now if at all possible… it will take you all of 3 hours, max, to get through the 240 pages. That’s not to say it’s simplistic or childish, no, it’s just awesome. Plus the illustrations take up space, indeed yes.

Of course, I could detect all sorts of stuff this time around that I missed back when I was a wee lad. The book is packed with all sorts of New York-specific stuff, which now that I consider it very well may be the source of my personal fascination with the city. Plus there was the usual bevy of socioeconomic and social angles that any quote-unquote “children’s literature” is encoded with but is not consciously accessable to you when you’re actually a child… those bits are always a guaranteed hoot during adult revisits, yeah.

Anyway. Now I’m trying to write up a bunch of stuff about how contemporary gallery shows have to necessarily enngage with, and ultimately fuck with, the gallery hosting them to be at all effective. Like this one did… such things provide perspective to the gallery’s fundamentally priveledged viewport, rite? Yeah. I’m not done, or I would have posted it here. If you have any links or leads on that sort of thing, do let me know, cuz I’m sort of blocked at the moment, yes.

Another impediment to such writing, besides my own sloth and ineptitute, is the fact that my new “mac book pro” has either a busted battery or a busted power-management thingy, and as such it turns itself off when unplugged for a few seconds regardless of the charge. Anyone else with such a fucked computer? It’s retarded, indeed, but it definately could be worse, all things considered.

Yes! Now to eat a candy bar, and go home. More when I got it, yeah.

-fish