Darkstar

          Emily and I went to the MFA today, intending to visit the Goya exhibit with the provocative title of "Order and Disorder". (Did you detect the sarcasm there?) We waited in line for about half an hour because everyone and their brother had the same idea. We did get in to the Goya show, but didn't remain long; about 25% of his work speaks to me, typically the darker, more surreal stuff, and there were a billion people crowded in there. Instead, we spent more time on our own favorites -- older portraits for her, and contemporary art for me. I can't get enough of that gluey, preserved smell on the third floor. The Rangers put the hurt on the Penguins (again) to perfect my evening, 5-2.