so much I don't know

There are things I should probably know and don't.

Sometimes I'll fake it, and later Google the whatever-it- is-I didn't-know so at least next time I won't have to pretend an understanding.  Other times  I'll ask and risk sounding stupid. This week, I do both.

On Monday I go to an exhibit on Warhol's Jackie at the Blain|Di Donna Gallery. There are only two other women visiting this small gallery when I arrive.  They are both dressed in chic Madison-Avenue attire.  I watch them stand in front of one of the Jackies and knowingly discuss the merits of the art and Warhol's brilliance.  I want to say, "Hey, can you explain this to me?  I'm not sure I really get Warhol.  Oh, and by the way, what exactly is the difference among all these Jackies? These look pretty much the same to me."  But of course I don't.  Instead, I Google Warhol and silk-screening when I get home.  

Wednesday night I go to a 3-D screening of Godzilla with my friend Cynthia, whom I haven't seen in three years.  We catch up over dinner and then go to the screening.  It is a more entertaining movie than I thought it would be, though some of the movie I find confusing.  Where did all these monsters come from? Are these scientists inside one of the monsters?  Are those ribs or is that a cave? And most importantly, is Godzilla more hero than villain? Being confused by Inception or Memento is one thing, but being confused by Godzilla?  I can only hope I'm not the only one in the theater with questions.

And then tonight I have dinner with a friend who has chosen a vegan restaurant.  Truthfully, I can't even imagine the dishes from their descriptions, as so many of the ingredients are foreign to me. Cashew cheese?  Seitan Piccata?  Tempeh?  Spelt berries? I end up getting a Moroccan Spiced Chickpea cake, which is quite good, but still nowhere near as good as a strip steak.

Now I know a few things more than last week, though their usefulness is questionable.