I received this email yesterday from my ex-boyfriend's current boyfriend. If you follow the link, you will discover a level of brilliance that illustrates (along with our own five-year relationship) what good taste my ex has in boyfriends. In fact, the link is so brilliant that, if Alex did not misplace a modifier in the first sentence of his letter below, I would be feeling awfully insecure right about now.

(R2D2 is that cat Erich and I adopted together, which I left with him when we broke up. Not to be confused with Monster Foo Foo, the cat Michael and I adopted together, which I left with him when we broke up. Or Hiss Miser and Chewbacca, the cats I adopted alone and left with my old roommate when I moved out. Goblin is awfully glad not to be a cat.)

David,

As a former owner of R2D2, I thought you'd be interested in seeing what he's been up to recently. Over the past 18 months or so, he's developed a habit of dragging clothes around the apartment when no one is home. Eventually, we started noticing patterns (he had a few favorite places to leave the clothes, he tended to arrange multiple articles of clothing near each other, etc.), so we decided that he's actually expressing his artistic vision and we've started referring to these clothing displays as "installations." Recently, he created
an installation of startling artistic maturity, so I took a picture of it.

Here's a photo of the artist with his masterpiece, along with a detailed analysis.

Alex