Where Art Thou

Amy and I were supposed to go with John to WaterFire down in Providence today, but the rain sure did put a crimp in our plan. So, we decided to make our way over to the ICA finally. And I've gotta say, I wasn't impressed. Generally I prefer contemporary art to the stuff that's typically at the MFA, and I'm a guy who practically sprinted through the Louvre, so I thought it'd be cool to visit a place that featured an exhibit where advertising and Nike sneakers were looked at as art. And some of it was cool, but the museum itself was lackluster. It's smaller than it looks in pictures (all the exhibits — and by all, I mean all two — are on one of the ICA's four floors), and the industrial design of the place is so cold and unwelcoming that I didn't enjoy looking at the exhibits as much as I wanted to. I just can't say I found the ICA to be a must-go destination with out-of-towners or a place to go when I'm looking for something to do. Oh well. But on the good side, because we didn't go to Providence, we were both home in time to watch Game Three. So it wasn't all bad.