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Wasn't able to get to England last November for the Mott the Hoople 40th anniversary reunion shows. So, saving a crapload of money, I'm once again looking forward to seeing the ex-Mott main man play with the Rant band when he plays locally.
A commemoration of victims of the Holocaust, on the sidewalk in front of the house they used to live in. Let us never forget.
By the way, the claim that Jews wanted Jesus to be killed was most likely a political lie, because the early Christians wanted to have a good standing with the Roman authorities.
Week 33/52: Architecture (Aug 12th - Aug 18th)
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Today I was in Austerlitz, New York and had the wonderful opportunity to be able to walk on the grounds of the place where Edna St. Vincent Millay lived. There I discovered a humble cabin that delighted me and found the piece of architecture for this week's theme. This is where Edna went to write.
She died October 19, 1950, in Austerlitz, New York.
Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.
My friend asked what I was going to do this weekend. I replied, "Find somewhere quiet to write."
She came back with, "Why do you always do the same thing?"
I explained, “Because I am not always the same me."
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El dia 16 de febrero de 1883 cayó del cielo un aerolito de 50 kg de peso, cerca de Alfianello, en la provincia de Brescia.......
a few more photos of my great-grandfather's sketchbooks in the blog
"So, we are going to write for 15 minutes. You can write about whatever you want, but you must keep going. Do not put your pencil down. Write whatever comes to mind. It doesn't even need to be anything good."
"I thought when you invited me over we were going to do something fun."
"This is fun. Try it."
"I did....in my head and I didn't like it."
"Fine, go get us a snack and I'll write about what a pout you are."
"Sounds good to me!"
I'm reading the "story" she stuck my photos into. Seems she had another idea after we finished the photo shoot....
Photos by Harper Ganesvoort.
Read the article at Around the Grid, and see Harper's full album.