The Masters.

Wednesday night we ate at Mickey's... it's funny how impressions of a complete stranger can change so quickly. We sat at the dining counter next to a young chap who had littered the counter with books about Michelangelo. He looked a little young to be a regular, but he didn't order much more than a cup of coffee. It seemed he knew the place well. A Regular with a bounty of books on Michelangelo seemed intriguing to my friend and I. Interesting, at least. Then a group of other young scholars dropped in and apparently knew the Michelangelo man sitting to our left. Suddenly this nice young man sitting next to us had a voice, which was bro-like and obnoxious. He complained about how he had to write a paper on Michelangelo for his fine arts appreciation class, and how it was going to take him all night. Real impressive buddy, fine arts appreciation? really? THEN to make matters worse, he pulled out his mac book pro... which sky-rocketed him to normal dude status. THEN he and his friends were talking about how awesome the death cab for cutie concert was... and then magically, our little mysterious young chap, who was seemingly interested in the origins of Art and little grubby diners, was just another jerk from St. Tomas or Macalester (the debates still up in the air on that one.) Moral of the story... never take a fine arts appreciation class because they are for people who are too boring to take a real art class and this apparently bothers me enough to write out this whole story of how impressions change so quickly, and how quickly we/I am capable of a particular judgement.