Three places I used to go

Luc Sante

He's the kind of writer I want to be. Political, philosophical, fascinated by the hidden life in ordinary things. He has a (now defunct) Flickr page, blog, and a bunch of books. He's up there with Lawrence Weschler on my mental list of cool people.

Hillsdale, Michigan

ABC, in case you forgot

Dogville shorts

There's no way to follow that post, really. I'll try to lighten things up. I just watched this and really liked it.

Rohatyn

This is the town where my great-grandfather was murdered.


This is a model of the town where my great-grandfather was murdered.


This is a memorial to the murder of my great-grandfather and over 3,000 other Jews in the town, on the spot where they were killed.

This is an excerpt from an eyewitness account of Friday, March 20, 1942: the day my great-grandfather was murdered:

"With blows and curses the sleepy inhabitants were dragged to the market place. Nobody was spared -- old people, women, children and the sick. All of them were driven into the cold and compelled to stand half-naked. This continued until 10 in the morning. Then they were all ordered to stretch out on the ground, with faces to the earth. Anybody who looked up was immediately shot.

"The captured Jews were then loaded on trucks, driven to the pits, and ordered to stand at the edge of the hole. Eight armed Germans shot at them and the dead bodies fell into the pit, together with the wounded and the unharmed. These were covered by another layer of bodies.

"Before the shooting all the Jews were ordered to undress and to hand over any valuables they had. This continued until evening. When the church bells struck five the shooting stopped and the naked Jews who were still alive were told to go home. 3,000 adults and 600 children were murdered and buried in the mass grave on that Friday."

This is the man who led the attack.

Peafowl

Sometimes it's hard for me to tell photos from drawings.

Fruit by the Foot

This makes me uncomfortable. It's really short. Also I don't usually post ads but.. apparently I do.

Daniel Zeller

Pretty. Via Kate.

The Rings of Saturn

Time itself grows old. Pyramids, arches and obelisks are melting pillars of snow. Not even those who have found a place amidst the heavenly constellations have perpetuated their names: Nimrod is lost in Orion, and Osiris in the Dog Star.

- W.G. Sebald