There are two things that make me want to leave the intellectual community forever and become a plumber: poetry and modern art. I know they're supposed to be great. I can have them explained to me, and appreciate it, but I rarely see either and fall in love like I do with a Steinbeck novel or a Monet painting.
Last week when I was at the MoMa, I saw this infamous statue. The explanation behind it is that art isn't useful by combining these two practical objects, the artist made them both useless therefore they become art.
I think that's brilliant. It's my new (only) favorite piece of modern art. I like people who can think. Plus, doing that was pretty bold. I like bold people. I want to be friends with the artist.