In the mid-1990s I lived in Chicago and became impressed by the vibrant art scene there.  New galleries were popping up all over River North, Bucktown, and Wicker Park.  Chicago’s emerging visual artists, it was often said, had set themselves apart from their predecessors partly due to their relentless love for the absurd.  

1. If he is Catholic he will feel guilty.  If he is Protestant he will feel guilty for not feeling guilty.  If he is Jewish he will call his mother from bed.