Will Madison wonders never cease? Friday evening, after a long day of conferencing, my colleague, Eden Pearson and I hit the town. State Street, in downtown Madison, was bustling. Despite the spitting rain, the shops were open and people (including dairy farmers from around the world in town for a difference conference) were happily ambling up and down the street. Eden and I wandered into the Madison Museum of Contemporary Art (the glass prow of a ship). What a treat. The museum was in the midst of a well attended gallery night, and the lounge on the first floor was full of well heeled people drinking wine and listening to a violin group. Upstairs academics and hipsters crowded into a narrow gallery for a lecture on Robert Rauschenberg, the print maker.
The museum made me miss living in a college town. Everyone around me was eager, damn-near dieing, to spend their Friday night listening to a lecture. Everyone was so eager for learning and enrichment, and the space just crackled with new thoughts and ideas a buzzed around us like mosquitos before a thunderstorm--so eager to get a quick nip before the change in the weather.
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