Dipping a toe.

Yesterday a few of us returning first year grads managed to get our student CTA passes at the same time, and hit up the Art Institute to make fun of the modern stuff (and we got told off for interacting with art that was BEGGING to be walked through). There was only one installation I saw that allowed for interaction, and it was a pile of candy that represented the artist's lover's weight when he started dying of AIDS. You're encouraged to take a piece of candy to symbolize the deterioration, but then more candy gets added so that the pile of sweets and the memory of that man never totally disappears. That was pretty much the heaviest piece of candy I've ever tasted.

Then we got lunch, then drinks, then hung out at one of the apartments, so we took acquiring our U-Passes and turned it into an all-day affair. We also met some of our professors at the bar where we had lunch and got to talking and hugging and stuff. Art schools are like that.

So yesterday I felt very City and Adult, and I'm sure it was the trip to Austin that did it (Kate's a very good influence on me). Classes start back up for me on Tuesday, and I'll probably be inside until then reading up on all these Leopold/Loeb documents.