Went to a wedding in NYC this weekend. Reception at the University Club, a place so far uptown it seems, as they say, like Boston. They don’t allow sneakers in the lobby– if you’re casually dressed you have to use the service entrance/exit. There are some concessions to modernity, though: they have admitted women since 1987, and of course there is an up-to-date globe in the library, next to the one which still lists Prussia and Siam.
This afternoon, the American Museum of Natural History. The first floor still has the dusty dioramas, but the fourth floor is incredible: plenty of emphasis on evolutionary theory and the development of paleontological science.
Bookdwarf and I, along with her sister and brother-in-law, will be insulting the Oscars for the remainder of the evening. I’ll be talking, she’ll be talking and blogging.
Secretly Ironic 