"Where Better to Play a
Theremin Than on a Boat?" asks a headline in the Arts Section of today's
New York Times. Oh no, I thought: I am going to read this article. The skin-crawling whimsy of that headline dovetailed so precisely with my interests and encapsulated
my love-hate relationship with the Arts Section of the New York Times. Or do I mean my love-hate relationship with MYSELF? Does the gross, precious New York Times Arts Section hold up a horrible
mirror to my own empty soul? I guess so!