Spent some time time in NYU's Bobst Library today for the first time in a while, finally finding an angle from which the anti-suicide grille in the atrium doesn't look like a prison. (Looking into the building is different.) Up in the stacks I was amused to learn that my book is in the BS section (!), 1415.52 .L37 to be precise.
Then found my way to 55 West 13th Street, home of the newly-formed New School for Performing Arts, whose entryway has become a dizzying vortex of famous names. Empowering or just exhausting? It's certainly in a much more visible location than its companion cataract of courses.
