The annual migration of hair, a marking of time and space. Beard of my 58th year is gone, clean-shaven face of my 59th now in place. (Pre-haircut)
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A Tale of Two Galleries
This is the tale of two galleries, both profiled in the New York Times’ story 36 Hours in Rome: Galleria Lorcan O’Neill (the first and second photos and experience) and Dorothy Circus Gallery (the third photo and those that follow). I entered the Galleria Lorcan O’Neill through an incredibly unmarked courtyard. It wasn’t easy to find. From the street, I saw the lovely Roman fountain and then a small sign advertising the Gallery. The Gallery is showing … more
Gallery
This gallery contains 10 photos.
Two galleries, both profiled in the New York Times’ story 36 Hours in Galleria Lorcan O’Neill (the first photo) and Dorothy Circus Gallery (the second photo and all of the photos below it). Story to follow on separate blog.
Gallery
This gallery contains 10 photos.
Two galleries, both profiled in the New York Times’ story 36 Hours in Galleria Lorcan O’Neill (the first photo) and Dorothy Circus Gallery (the second photo and all of the photos below it). Story to follow on separate blog.
Proposal for Putting a Face to Poverty
Here’s a pitch I made to St. Stephen’s School today for a service learning project. Proposal for Putting a Face to Poverty, a journalistic series (starting with a trial article/poster) Goals Convey empathy and compassion: Personalize poverty and the impoverished in the St. Stephen’s community; make it real by putting a face and story to it Teach critical thinking: Understand that poverty — its causes and solutions to address it — are complex Improve writing: … more
Gallery
This gallery contains 4 photos.
The unnamed street shop where today for 2€ I had my sweater mended in one hour by two charming women. I gave them a 1€ tip because I realized that in Palo Alto that would be the cost of parking (ok, a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point).
From International Women’s Day celebration at Testaccio Square. The man singing owns Da Oio a Casa Mia, the Italian restaurant underneath our apartment. Wish it were his voice we heard at 3 am and not the drunkards leaving the discos. The women around him with dark make-up on their eyes and faces represent battered women. (Source: http://www.tripadvisor.com/)
From International Women’s Day celebration at Testaccio Square. The man singing owns Da Oio a Casa Mia, the Italian restaurant underneath our apartment. Wish it were his voice we heard at 3 am and not the drunkards leaving the discos. The women around him with dark make-up on their eyes and faces represent battered women. (Source: http://www.tripadvisor.com/)
International Women’s Day Celebration in Testaccio Square
Happened up the celebration on my way to Varsi Gallery. My new friend Pierluigi explained what was happening and translated the speeches and songs.
Will he knock
This afternoon, I heard a knock on our apartment door. Charlie, dead asleep upon his return from Crete, certainly wasn’t going to answer it, so I did. Our neighbor-cleaner’s boyfriend Federico was at the door with a big, heavy package. He looked at my surprised and asked, “Were you expecting a delivery?” No, of course now. Who even knows my physical address (ok, it’s at the bottom of most of my emails). But who even … more