It was the opening of Bec's and Maria's art show home is where the art is..... It was well attended and everyone seemed impressed. It went off quite well.

I ended up having conversations about epistemology and relationship of truth to reality, conversations about mathematics, very different conversations than on the how pleasing pink can be. Not that pink can't be pleasing, but I don't have much to say on the matter. On matters ontological I'm as ignorant as everyone else; that is, however, vastly better than being the only ignorant person in the room --- I don't think I'm wired to appreciate art. Artistic criticism seemed to be flowing throughout the room, but on a longer wavelength then me. I was immaterial to it --- I think that means the work was good.

Bec seemed pleased. She didn't mind that I left a little early.