Twenty-seven missed calls on my cell phone when I woke up. The weasels are closing in.
Fitzgerald: “all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.”
There was a very serene brouhaha at Ben Kahn’s last night. Behind his apartment and down the fire escape is this enormous open air concrete pit area roofed with tree leaves and enclosed on one side by a chapel. The whole place had this “Ewok village” feeling that isn’t very well captured by the picture above.
Posted on 21 August 2001
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