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Andrew Beaujon can finally go home, and so can everyone else at the NEA: Flanigan leaves with her to-do list unfinished. At my request she reviews the day’s progress. About a third of the list done. But they’ve decided on a lot of action items, and tomorrow there won’t be a pain in the ass reporter asking for clarifications and repeats of info. On the way out we talk about the perilous state of arts budgets as states deal with the economy—what if there’s no one to work with in a year? Still Flanigan isn’t too worried that the as-yet unnamed new NEA director will cut her program—it gets a lot of pop for the relatively small cost.
She’s off home via the red line to Silver Spring. And my goddamn my bike’s still locked up outside the Starbucks on 11th Street NW. I’ll have that coffee i was needing and head home myself. Also just heard that one of our theater critics got an NEA Arts Journalism Fellowship today. Have to assume my work here today played a part! Congrats Glen.