Postcards from San Fran

The Moma art museum of San Fran is dedicated to modern art.  You won't find here the classics of the ages, but mostly the hopeful classics of a new era.  Luckily, in between the Warhol's and the Pollack's

and the Warhol's there is still time for a wall of nature, a wonderfully towering flat structure planted in carved pods from the wall in which the greenery stations and grows up directly into the San fran

skyline.  As we were walking the seven floors of the Moma, I couldn't help but think about the Hyatt Regency, where we were staying, and the artful approach to the atrium, the largest in the world

and some of the art and architecture directly surrounding right outside of Drumm Street.

The same day, sunday, a few hours after Moma, we headed off to Stanford to find our summer institute dorm room and the possibility of a roommate.

We didn't find our roommate right away -- we were a few hours early to campus -- but the room, pretty much a dorm room, was at least on the basement level, cool, surrounded by pines and very quiet on Mayfield Street.

Stanford campus is enormous, its own city really -- and shows up as much on on maps -- dry, hot, beautiful, and probably one of the smarter overall areas of the earth.