Today, I was out and about in the cold rain with my good friend, Karen. It started with a trip to the New Museum to see the "Live Forever: Elizabeth Peyton" exhibit. I love her ability to capture the intimate moments of life and its inhabitants. But while walking around the museum, I realized that I didn't like the space very much. It felt too cold and sterile. I appreciate the exterior architecture of the building, but it allows for no or very little exterior views. The MoMA is still my favorite. Next, we headed to Cafe Habana for some Cuban style corn on the cob and a glass of coke. With umbrellas in tow, we trenched to the Angelica to see Vicky Christina Barcelona. With a beautiful cast and thoughtful dialogue and I was intrigued from the beginning. I'm not sure if there was a point, but I guess getting what we want and/or getting what we think we want can end in unhappiness or endless exploration. Lastly, we stopped at The Strand. I picked up a calendar of Tim Walker photographs (I can't really afford the book right now, Christmas gift anyone?), The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, and The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. A sum of the almost perfect day except for the cold and rain.