Every single surface of the inside of the temple is covered in super-detailed Tibetan-style paintings. You're not allowed to photograph inside, but I wanted to share the huge Bhavacakra (Wheel of Life) painting on the way in.
Awww, travel buddies! It was magical that I got to bring these two people together! Thanks for making my Wilhelm Reich Roadtrip dream come true, you two!
john hands me his giant ring of keys and i'm excited that i get to drive. i'm a little sore from driving the previous day, but the museum is only 10 minutes away. i try to leave the motel by way of a parking lot with no exit. i make one of the many u-turns that we've made on the trip due to not knowing where we're going and phone, map, gps problems. it is both funny and frustrating at the same time. but mostly funny.
an older local couple of mainers strolls past looking at us with poker-faced curiosity. i wonder if she can smell john's mary jane and wonder if what she thinks of it if she can. she catches me watching her and i give her a big genuine smile. she has won me over with her new england poker face. she sees my smile is genuine and smiles back. i see her husband notice my smile peripherally but he doesn't turn his eyes or head to investigate further. not out of unfriendliness, more of a no-nonsense hurry to get to the motel office to get some kind of thing squared away.
Spent the afternoon poring over Mark Lombardi's incredible Global Networks "art book" that was lent to me by John Roche. The book is filled with his "sociograms" illustrating the relationships of power in the modern world.
Woke up early Saturday morning to some kind of crazy explosion sound. Looked out my window and there was smoke pouring out of grates across the street.
On Thursday I met Veronica while taking my weekly schvitz at the Russian Turkish Baths. Jane came and met up with us afterwards and we went out for a late night drink...
My dad making Max laugh. ;) (I'm writing this in January 2019, four months after my father's passing and it's nice to see all these photos of him). Miss you, dad!
While I couldn't find the restaurant, I did find the addresses of two of my relatives that lived in NYC in the 1870s! Henry Battjer (my Great-great-grandfather) was a carman who lived at 49 Pitt Street. A few years later in 1880, he opened a bar called Smith & Battjer that after years of research I finally tracked down to be formerly located at 422 East 14th Street - just a few blocks from where I lived on 14th street for 4 years!
While going through old photo prints I also found these amazing pics from when Scott and I went to Florida for Spring Break '95 and we made friends with a racoon who loved Cool Ranch Doritos as much as we did. We got him used to the flavor...
I edited together all the video footage into a seven-minute movie! Thanks for having me along, everyone! It was like the summer-camp for grown-ups I've always dreamed about and I had an awesome time! <3
