Over our leisurely weekend, in between Pervert! and shhhhh, we stopped in and visited with our old friend the Gray Lady. And saw that our new friend, Terry Riley, was in it. So we read about him. Turns out he so totally got saved by Spain, in the middle of working on an exhibition about stadiums and other big meeting places. Robin Pogrebin writes:

But as he traveled through Spain last February looking at various projects before heading on to other European cities, Mr. Riley, the museum's chief curator of architecture and design, changed his mind. "I had this revelation of sorts," he recalled. "I began to realize that, as interesting as these projects were, they actually did not go together."

"I began to worry," he said. And then Mr. Riley realized that the show was right in front of him: an explosion of inventive architecture in a country that had long shunned experimental forms. From the Barajas Airport Terminals in Madrid with its vast wings of wavy steel, to the Santa Caterina Market in Barcelona with an undulating roof of riotous color, so much of what he was seeing was compellingly original.

And that, kids, is how culture is made.