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This morn I stayed in bed listening to the winds whoosh over the house as trees swirled wildly outside. Soon called to duty, I went out to fill up the ride with biodiesel, in order to babysit SP while her mom caught up with an artist visiting from Ireland. Arriving back at the house, time for showering and primping was gone – off we went, driving back over the bridge into the City. Walking through the streets, holding SP up so she could see the action, was all good fun – I appreciated seeing the red brick of Saint Patrick’s Church; the last time I saw St. Patrick’s, I was flying out of SFO and glanced down to behold my favorite SF landmark. Olafur Eliasson’s art show at SFMOMA was interesting, with many geometric models – mostly globes, which cast the feel of an inventor’s workshop. Beyond, there were some projection screens which called Icelandic glaciers to mind. This raised the issue about the naming of Iceland and Greenland. I’d met some Icelandic filmmakers at Sundance this year, and they hadn’t heard anything about the switching of the names on the map, between Greenland and Iceland, to mislead opportunistic settlers. When I asked what the name of their country was in their own language, they replied: ‘Eece-land.’ It still makes me wonder. Beyond, there was a darkened corridor and some of the floorboards seemed warped or loose. As a museum staff person pressed it in to place, water ripples spread from the floor up a white screen at the back of the room. Other patrons caught on, stepping on the floorboards to send ripples up the screen. The result was a soothing, natural effect which SP seemed to like very much as well. Beyond the long queue of people waiting to get a peek, there was a silver cube sculpture that looked like some sort of futuristic DJ booth; people who peered in to the ends of the star-like tendrils were reflected multiple times on the smooth silver surface, like some sort of kaleidoscope. Beyond was an entire wall of sea sponge skeletons. Anyway, it was hot in there, and simply packed full of people – despite offers to stay on for more City action from my friends, I opted to return to Marin, and am now back here in the room, yawning with the blanket over my legs, ready to set back into a lovely nap.