Whenever I see an ecstatic article about The Gates, I'm reminded of Homer Simpson's response when told that Christo once wrapped the Reichstag in plastic: "Not the Reichstag!" I feel as though my sense of awe in the face of this project is somehow lacking. However, I did head down to Central Park yesterday to check it out, and while I could argue with the artists' choice of colors and materials, there is something appealingly eerie about the rows of cheerful monoliths that appeared in the park overnight. It's like Kubrick on happy pills.