Six Generations of First Born Women

I am imagining myself talking to Otto about living here. Only my second visit to this place that is unlike anything I have ever known and I'm thinking about pulling up stakes, leaving Boston where I've lived since 1963, and moving to this isolated spot on the Austrian/Hungarian border. But I feel... Sign in to see full entry.

Mozart had children. Do we know who they are? No. Did they do anything worth remembering? No. Otto's son and some of his friends have come to tonight's SD. They look like Harvard Square, 1969. They think they are so avant-garde, 5 lost souls, empty eyes, like they landed on the moon. The SD evening... Sign in to see full entry.

One of the hardest things for me to accept or believe about visiting/living in a commune, is that your needs will be taken care of, that people are actually looking out for you, and that you don't have to do everything yourself. I have always been a "take charge" type. I can take care of myself and... Sign in to see full entry.

At the time I thought my idea about writing a grant proposal to the Getty Foundation to fund an exhibition of Freidrichshof's (FH) art collection in the USA was useful for my career advancement as the Dean of a small private art school back in Boston. In retrospect, I realize it was a cunning,... Sign in to see full entry.

During the night, about 12:30, some people, a couple, a man and a woman, came into the room next to mine, room #2. The woman had a bit of a childish, whiney voice. I thought it might be Ulricke, the woman who has a child who lives here, but she herself is not part of The Group. She's the same woman... Sign in to see full entry.