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Some things I've attended this weekend:

• Two Beckett plays. Rough for Theater One felt like Beckett parody: a cripple and a blind man meet and play head games with each other. God's absence is discussed. It's one of those Beckett plays that doesn't seem to tell me anything about the world, only about the mental state of a dead playwright. Krapp's Last Tape had something to say about memory and regret, though. And Theatre/Theater was cool. The audience was full of directors, it felt like part of a community.
  
• Masters of American Comics at the Armand Hammer Museum. The bad vibes started at the coat check counter that elevates staff over patron, continued with the I'm-doing-you-a-favor attitude of the guy who sold me my ticket, and when I read the exhibit's goal "to establish a canon" I knew I'd met the enemy. The anti-democratic impulse in the art world is a hot button for me anyway, and to apply this kind of hushed, constricted awe to comics just seems sick. I liked the Japanese prints from Frank Lloyd Wright's collection, though.
  
• The Jim Henson Show at the Museum of Television and Radio. More bad museum vibes, but the pilot episode was funny.
  
• The Book of Liz at Second Stage. How could Amy Sedaris have co-written something this trite? Is it her brother's fault?
  
• The second and third Indiana Jones movies at the Aero. I don't think I'd ever seen Temple of Doom, but I read the Mad parody when it came out, so it was easy to catch up when I dozed off. (Note to those who'll understand it: This wasn't time travel, I'm just tired.)

Looking back, it doesn't sound like I was having much fun, but I was keeping busy enough that I didn't notice. I kind of want a cream puff from Beard Papa.

my pop psyche

Last week I took one of those toy Myers-Briggs quizzes. It said I was way introverted (duh), mostly judging (okay), and more sensing than intuitive--but only by 1%. Also 1% more thinking than feeling. This nicely matches the ambivalent feeling I always get when I read about these attributes.