Schjeldahl's sentence is so fine, fun and New Yorkery it made me laugh harder than I laughed at the comics.
I miss the intellectually dishevelled global art world what with our physically dishevelled Dr. Sketchy and oh those ladies of the burlesques in my line of vision. I am so far off the intellectually-dishevelled art world's poor mixed up radar that I enjoy a good critically observed view of the Biennale. I would so love to attend a Biennale, especially with Sandy. And see my mail art friends in their around the Biennale performances.
Fortunately, my local art world is beating a path to my door these days which is fun.
When is my money fever going to rise?