Sunday is Monday.

Sunday is Monday. I’ve always appreciated the reverse commute. The zag over the zig. What are the days of the week, other than habit or ritual? So here I am, in a wonderful space that can hold many, alone in a serene landscape of reflection. Not without purpose, of course. Sunday in Berkeley is Monday in Sydney, and there are things to do. Today we announce a multi-year engagement with the Powerhouse Museum and the…