A reverential hush falls over the blogosphere as we bid the Muses to the sacred shrine repair.
Let us now tune the lyre and sing the praises of Apelles, Xeuxis, and Phidias:
I'll return to the serious meditation on art, spirituality, and modernity soon enough. In the meantime, I am a little under the weather, and I've spent the whole day dealing with doctors, pharmacists, and trying to appease the insurance company with blood sacrifice. I've spent a whole lot of time on the subway shuttling between them. "MTA, going your way!"