Look at the sky and spot the green
This post composed of links that accumulated over the weekend. I slept another ten hours last night and dreamed of dramatic actions at a wizards' university that did not actually resemble Hogwarts.
1. Dorian Alexander and Levi Hastings, "The Life of Gad Beck: Gay. Jewish. Nazi Fighter." I first heard of Beck two years ago through the chapbook of poems and sketches given him by Manfred Lewin in 1941: Do you remember, when. The comic is poignant, badass, and relevant.
2. David Schraub, "Rep. Omar Says Something Very Important on Antisemitism." On gentile fragility and what it looks like when a person who has been criticized for racism actually takes the deep breath they are so often encouraged to: "Damn, there's a lot of right in here."
3. Oded Wagenstein, "Like Last Year's Snow." A collection of photographs and stories: "In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders."
4. Anubis was my favorite of the ancient Egyptian gods when I was growing up. Mummies terrified me, but I loved their jackal-headed patron. I really like these two paintings of him by Joanna Karpowicz: "Anubis Dancing," "Anubis with Red Balloons."
5. Courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shewhomust: a Guardian-hosted gallery of Howl's Moving Castle fanart. Okay, technically it's the finalists of the competition to illustrate the new edition for the Folio Society. But it's a great selection of styles and moments.
P.S. Courtesy ofrosefox, a couple of nights ago I learned about the efforts of the mayor of Dearborn, MI to censor a local reporter's article on Henry Ford's anti-Semitism. Checking back on the story, I see the decision has really blown up on the mayor. Good. In the immortal words of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, "You don't shoot history in the neck."
It is suddenly springlike this afternoon; the street is full of the quiet, flooding light of Edward Hopper paintings. I may attempt to leave the house and visit the library. I am definitely going to rewatch The Third Man (1949), which has popped up on TCM. I last saw it in college, for the same class for which I read E.T.A. Hoffmann. I can tell when the universe is throwing an actor at me.
1. Dorian Alexander and Levi Hastings, "The Life of Gad Beck: Gay. Jewish. Nazi Fighter." I first heard of Beck two years ago through the chapbook of poems and sketches given him by Manfred Lewin in 1941: Do you remember, when. The comic is poignant, badass, and relevant.
2. David Schraub, "Rep. Omar Says Something Very Important on Antisemitism." On gentile fragility and what it looks like when a person who has been criticized for racism actually takes the deep breath they are so often encouraged to: "Damn, there's a lot of right in here."
3. Oded Wagenstein, "Like Last Year's Snow." A collection of photographs and stories: "In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders."
4. Anubis was my favorite of the ancient Egyptian gods when I was growing up. Mummies terrified me, but I loved their jackal-headed patron. I really like these two paintings of him by Joanna Karpowicz: "Anubis Dancing," "Anubis with Red Balloons."
5. Courtesy of
shewhomust: a Guardian-hosted gallery of Howl's Moving Castle fanart. Okay, technically it's the finalists of the competition to illustrate the new edition for the Folio Society. But it's a great selection of styles and moments.P.S. Courtesy of
rosefox, a couple of nights ago I learned about the efforts of the mayor of Dearborn, MI to censor a local reporter's article on Henry Ford's anti-Semitism. Checking back on the story, I see the decision has really blown up on the mayor. Good. In the immortal words of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, "You don't shoot history in the neck."It is suddenly springlike this afternoon; the street is full of the quiet, flooding light of Edward Hopper paintings. I may attempt to leave the house and visit the library. I am definitely going to rewatch The Third Man (1949), which has popped up on TCM. I last saw it in college, for the same class for which I read E.T.A. Hoffmann. I can tell when the universe is throwing an actor at me.
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It's been many years since I've seen The Third Man, but who can forget the coo-coo-clock speech?
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“They’ll put you in a dither with a zither.”
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That's excellent! Bronze came out especially well.
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I got outside! In the late afternoon, so all the brick faces between me and the library took the light with a kind of peach glow. The air was inappropriately mellow for February, but it didn't make my lungs clench up. It was nice.
It's been many years since I've seen The Third Man, but who can forget the coo-coo-clock speech?
It is in fact one of the scenes where I remember the delivery, not just the import. The other seems to be the last line.
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It's stuck with me for eighteen years.
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There's a whole series!
I really like "Anubis on a Weird Bike." I bet I can guess the timing of "Anubis with David Bowie."
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I'm glad I linked it!
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I had figured you had simply been run over by work, but thanks for letting me know what was up. I am familiar with the travails of keyboards. Fingers crossed for a quick arrival!
But I wanted to thank you for posting these.
You are welcome.
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You can do it.
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WHAT WAS IN THE WATER IN THE EIGHTIES
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Copepods?
*hugs*
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I don't know what he expected to happen. It's just like shouting for a spotlight, trying to bury a story that way.
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Her name was Miriam, originally called Margot in the same way he was originally called Gerhard. It looks as though she's no longer alive. I bet she's in his memoirs.
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