We've had an amazingly Manhattan day of high priced art experience. A morning tour of Christie's galleries, then up to one of their boardrooms to pick an American art specialist's brain. Lunch at NBC across the street. Hurry to the Guggenheim for a private PowerPoint with their curator. Dumb and mildly offensive questions out of the way, we taxi through the falling snow towards a private residence on Park Avenue. It is filled with expensive drawings, and the buyer has little care for a return on investment. "I buy what I like - and I like lines!"

At least six hours of our day has been sitting or standing in small company listening to someone busy and important tell us about what they do. These meetings the school has aranged put us in places and before faces otherwise out of reach. But six hours of lecture, one of browsing and two hours of transportation.... It is our third straight day with full schedule.

I'm in the cab with three others from class. It is supposed to be a fun group dinner with professors and alumni. Over whelmed is an under statement. I hope our exhaustion is not interpreted as apathy.   ¶ Permalink 3/08/2004 06:26:00 PM