I am staying right now in Las Vegas in a 3,000 room hotel that doesn't contain a single clock or a single lamp with wattage enough to read by. I'll admit, I haven't really given the city or the hotel a chance, I've been working too hard. But it's not likely I would ever enjoy myself here. The city seems to be to urban architecture what Kraft singles are to cheese.
The hotel is decorated--festooned actually--with the work of I suppose hundreds of local artists. I guess this makes them feel like they are intrinsic to the community.
Look, I'll admit I am Scrooge-like and ahedonistic. But I gotta tell you. Most local artists aren't fit to paint a pee stained fire hydrant.
