Primrose Road

It's spring break, and though I still have 21 papers to grade and much dissertating to do, I dragged the Sig. Other to Atlantic City for a quick escape from said grading and dissertating. OK, I didn't really *drag* him, but I have a feeling he's going to call Gamblers Anonymous on my behalf sometime soon ... ;)

(In my family, you always vacation near a casino, and you learn to play poker at the age of four.)

An update on one of very few non-headless Lenin statues in the United States:



Lenin, who stands outside the Red Square restaurant, now carries a ... martini?

Then there was



which, unfortunately, was a Michael Godard "gallery." The guy calls himself the number one selling artist in the US and a "rock star artist," but I find saxophone-playing olives to be more suburban-kitchen-kitsch than rockstar.

The ocean's still notably unkitschy, though.