NEW YORK, June 20, one of the days here at the office the question of what is art? was brought up. I had a dream. It was pouring words. Torrents gush forth from all directions and I Rihanna-like had to fend and deflect with kung fu strokes of Taichi grace to pick out the words that mattered the most like "buoyancy" and "chrysanthemum." Art is my umberella, ela, ela, a.