I Heart Jews

Last night I attended my first Jewish wedding. It sure does make Christians seem boring. Which, compared to pretty much every other religion, we are.
It was so much fun. Seeing Barbara so happy, waiting for the bride and groom to "consummate" the marriage, getting pulled into the dancing, seeing the Hasid on electric guitar, drinking sooo much red wine, sneaking under the fence, getting locked in the park, dirt and grass in my hair, skinned knees, scratches from the brambles, stains on my dress. It sure didn't feel like New York City.

Another interesting thing.
A boy tethered to a bike by his hair. For thirty days. Riding the distance to LA. But confined to a tiny room. This is Art.

Brown and white. Blue eyes as a novelty. The illusion of chill. The tumult under the placid facade. I'm good at it. So I'm told.