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NHC Summer Institute 2002

August 13, 2002

The Summer Institute was so inspirational and densely programmed that by the end of the first full day I was feeling saturated. I laughed to myself when meal times recurred, feeling as though my ears, eyes, etc. were receiving constant input, as though I couldn’t possibly consume any more.

I started every day before seven a.m., even though every night stretched well into the early morning hours....

The rough daily schedule.

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Breakfast
Shacharit minyanim
Morning classes — The Stomach Laughs and the Spleen Sleeps
Morning workshops
Lunch
Afternoon classes — What are the Four Worlds?
Afternoon workshops
Dinner
Evening programs

Leaving NY, Leaving NH

As is my tendency, I took two moving snapshots, photographs that are not composed. The second image below isn’t even taken while stationary.

waiting on 125th street for the train north

driving past the lake leaving franklin pierce college

Posted August 13, 2002 05:55 PM