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Harpa Concert Hall, Reykjavik

I don’t think I’ve really explained the past month or so on B&E. The short of it is that the missus and I spent a month with her family, mostly in Scotland, with a week in France as well. Because I have a great job, great colleagues, and a great supervisor, I was able to [...]

An Idea for Dickish Performance Art

As you no doubt know by now, New York passed the same-sex marriage law. For us observers who simply went to our jobs all week with awareness of this bill sort of hovering in the backgrounds of our minds, it felt like a long wait. I thought for a while that they were trying to [...]

Kansas Leads the Way Again!

Kansas has become the first state in the union to eliminate its funding for the arts. Thank you, Governor Sam Brownback, for this Dickhead move. I expect nothing less of you. I’m a product of Kansas’s public arts programming. I don’t know if those programs actually received funding from the Kansas Arts Council, but the [...]

No Photos!

There are some places they really don’t want you to take pictures of the art. The Accademia in Florence is one of those places. Maybe they want you to buy their postcards of Michelangelo’s David and are afraid you won’t if you’ve taken photos. Maybe they’re afraid that there will just be too much of [...]

Storm King is Always a Good Idea, as are the Drops

The missus and I have been on a beauty kick of late. We’re just trying to make more of an effort to get some beauty in our lives. Since New York City isn’t exactly famous for its natural beauty, we’re looking for any type of beauty, really. Food can be beautiful, as can music and [...]

Trapped in a Land Called Nostalgia

Last weekend was my high school reunion. A little personal history… I was not what most people would consider a loser or a geek or whatever in high school. I was a bit of an oddball, for sure. There were plenty of people who didn’t know what to do with me, whether because I had [...]

Won’t You Take Me To… SEPIATOWN??

Those of my six readers who also click on the links to the right (so, then, none of you) may be wondering why Virgil’s been so quiet these past couple of years. It turns out there’s a simple explanation for why he’s been denying so many of us bite-sized nibbles of his that nubile mind [...]

That Wacky Frank Lloyd Wright

I’ve now been back from my Wisconsin sabbatical for three weeks, and today’s post is one that I’ve been meaning to write for, oh, three-plus weeks. Less than a half hour from my cabin-with-the-geese was Frank Lloyd Wright’s home, office, and school – Taliesin. That’s Welsh for “eyebrow” or something, because you see, he built [...]

The Crowds Should Fall Into Disrepair

The missus and I finally got to the High Line this weekend. For those of you who don’t know, the High Line is an elevated rail track that runs from the meatpacking district in the West Village to about 34th Street in West Midtown. The history is pretty interesting, and you should read about it [...]

Can I Get an “Oy!”?

The past few days have been upheavalous, a word I just made up. As I’ve stated on numerous occasions, I don’t much care for the overly personal here on the B&E.; I’d much rather discuss baseball (the Mets are terrible!), punctuation holidays (dog’s cock!), and politics (yes, the right-wing is racist!). But alas, sometimes the [...]