On storms and more at the MALBA

Took a break from being a shut-in and dropped in at the MALBA this afternoon to see Una poetica de lo real: Los Caminos de ABBAS KIAROSTAMI, a series of black and white photographs by the Iranian born Kiarostami. Enjoyed it very much as I'm always taking mental photos of the roads I drive, been doing it since I was a kid (the mental snapshots, not the driving); even have a few real ones I've taken of the roads out where my parents live. Early on it was just flat, beautiful, black earth, fields with either cotton or corn, and steamy highways. Often a cow or horse or two. Road signs and cotton gins.

Now, unfortunately, most of the old gins have been either torn down or turned into restaurants or junk stores and much of the land turned into housing developments, baptist churches, and football fields -- with nothing like a MALBA in sight. (Guess these folks like their houses and temples made out of the same prefabricated stuff, ideologically and structurally.) There was also a new exhibit by Francis Alys, but I decided to save that one for another day, so after Kiarostami, I said hello to my two Barradas and left.

On other fronts, M reports that he had a tornado at the U of Iowa last night, just about the time it seems we were having our storm here in BA (which also produced a tornado). Unlike me, however, he was only two blocks away, showing Howard's End to his class -- never had a clue. Though I wouldn't want you (too terrible hurt) ever, I like the contrast of civilized you and class watching Howard's End with all the force of the natural world swirling around. Very glad you're okay. Very M.esque.

So that's it, my friends. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully the storms will subside and we can all get on with whatever it is we do.

B.