2026.08.11
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2025.08.11
451 Rhawn Gallery
 
 
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2024.08.11
ephemera galore
2005.08.11
the agnostic design of spiritual space
The weirdest thing about all the "spiritual spaces" of my immediate neighborhood is that they are clustered around the intersection of Rising Sun Avenue and Tabor Road, which actually may have been a Lenape (summer) solstice celebration site. (Hence my living in what used to be an ancient burial site.)
The Lenape trail that is now Rising Sun Avenue culminated at the high-point where Tabor Road crosses Rising Sun Avenue. Tabor Road dates back to 1776, albeit still under George III. Its purpose was to give the Church of England faithful living in Germantown access to Trinity Episcopal Church (many miles east) on Oxford Avenue (which was another Native American trail).
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It's been quiet on the islands because everyone's reading...
...or maybe everyone's busy otherwise behind closed doors.
1977.08.11
August 11, 1977. Thursday, New York City-Rome
The plane left over four hours late (3 am approx.), and was very crowded and uncomfortable. It was difficult to sleep. We finally arrived in Rome about 20:00 (Rome time)--we walked from plane to airport through two rows of armed-with-machine-gun soldiers. They seem to take terrorism seriously in Europe. We had to wait an hour for the bus to the city.
The bus ride was incredible. 80 people on a bus designed for 40. It was nice and a perfect introduction to Rome. I sat next to an English woman who helped me out when it came time to pay--had no Italian money as the exchange was closed at the airport. From the train station (Termini) George, Mohammed and I took a taxi to the "For You". George gave the wrong street, so at first we got lost, so to speak.
The "For You" is a story in itself. The pensione does not exist. It is an old, dirty building with stairs in the center. An old lady at the top of the steps yelled at us to go away because the pensione was closed. It's still a mystery about the pensione.
Anyway, after a lot more yelling it was obvious we had no place to stay and a lot of baggage to carry. We all just looked at each other and sort of all understood this had to happen because nothing else happened right so far. (Poor Mr. P.) John and R.B. went to get the police who 'helpfully' spoke no English. Marcy used her French and some feminine charm as best she could. We knew the P.s had their place, but not where it was. The Police did all the arranging for us, including getting taxis, and we finally arrived at the Villa Hélèna where the P.s are staying. It's a wonderful place, a beautiful villa--large living room and dining room on our floor. R., George and I are sharing a room, and we are going to stay here the rest of trip.
Italian Study Tour Journal
1968.08.11
1968. Sunday, Cadaqués
"Don't count on me to write an article on anything--it is absolutely impossible for me to do it," writes Duchamp to Rose Fried, who has to respond to a request by Studio International for a historical account of her gallery. He suggests helping by talking with her on his return to New York after 15 October.
Ephemerides
1936.08.11
1936. Tuesday, Hollywood
Lou and Walter Arensberg throw a large party for Marcel to which many celebrated people are invited.
Ephemerides
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