Feb2003 Here is another image from our bike ride down the SE ridge of Mt. Haleakala on the island of Maui. This was shot from the cinder cone in the left background of the 02 Mar 2003 image. This picture was also taken from about the 8600 foot elevation. The top of Haleakala (9950ft) is just to the right (and further behind) of what appears be the highest point in this image. The dirt road stays to the left of the chain of cinder cones and vents all the way down.
08 June 2003
Allison, we must not be in Samoa any more!
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Where are my Aloha shirt, shorts, and flip-flops!
Jun2003 Allison whipped me into a semi-respectable state for her cousin's wedding in NY.
15 June 2003
Jun2003 Whilst I was in NY visiting Allison, we went into the City by train and subway. We went down to Wall Street and then to Greenwich Village to visit friends on a Saturday Night. I was amazed at how dead Wall Street was (zero traffic) and how alive Greenwich Village was despite being a few miles apart. In Greenwich, all the restaurants and many stores were open past 1a.m. A far cry from Samoa where all businesses were closed by 4 p.m. and most restaurants by 9 p.m. A fun place to visit, but let me live in the bush.
NYC Subway
22 June 2003
Jun2003 While Allison was down in Arlington, VA doing some work, I drove up to visit her. During the day while she was working, I prowled around Washington. One of my stops was the Hirshhorn Museum. I was delightfully disturbed by Ron Mueck's untitled (Big Man) in the basement. (I neglected to get the titles and artists for the other 2 pieces in the picture.) The exhibit I enjoyed the most and highly recommend is The Scholastic Art and Writing Awards of 2003 National Student Art Exhibition at the Corcoran Gallery thru 05Aug2003. I was totally blown away... on 3 interwoven fronts. One, I was just plain awed at the talent, variety of work, mediums, styles, etc. Two, I had a deep sense of how jaded I have become toward the youth of American by my own isolation from them, by the teachers I talk to, by the media, and other influences. (Man, I must be getting old.) Three, as a collection, there was more of a sense of vitality, hope, freedom, exuberance and light in that one gallery, than in all the other galleries of the Corcoran, Hirshhorn and Renwick Galleries, possibly combined. It is also markedly framed by the staid grandeur of the Washington Mall area; stained by fear as manifest by the fences, barricades, masses of security and searches.
Ron Mueck's untitled (Big Man) at the Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC
