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At the Explorers Club

We went for the Polar Film Festival. Good thing adventurous Robyn is up for anything, because it was basically $25 of so-so films with great shots of polar bears & plenty of ice and snow. I realized I find the monochromatic desert landscape monotonous, & the equally monochromatic arctic landscape thrilling.

The Explorers Club is one of those old New York places that has its own sensibility, with outsiders not part of the gang. "Our People," Beckota & I used to call the denizens of Film Forum, with their wadded newspapers & giant magnifying glasses. At the Explorers Club we overheard someone talking about cooking with camel dung & someone else whispering about extraterrestrial technology under the arctic ice. I loved it, & will probably never go back.
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