Shattered ideals
Found via a link on the NY Review of Books Tumblr blog
Tony Judt tells his story of the Sixties, dominated by the idealism of a left-wing kibbutz he joined and shattered eventually by a growing feeling of separateness. Deep, and beautifully written. … with the army on the Golan Heights after the Six-Day War … I discovered that most Israelis were not transplanted latter-day agrarian socialists but young, prejudiced urban Jews who differed from their European or American counterparts chiefly in their macho, swaggering self-confidence, and access to armed weapons. Their attitude toward the recently defeated Arabs shocked me (testament to the delusions of my kibbutz years) and the insouciance with which they anticipated their future occupation and domination of Arab lands terrified me even then. When I returned to the kibbutz on which I was then living — Hakuk in the Galilee — “I felt a stranger. Within a few weeks I had packed my bags and headed home. Two years later, in 1969, I returned with my then girlfriend to see what remained. Visiting kibbutz Machanayim I encountered Uri, a fellow orange picker of earlier days. Without bothering to acknowledge me, much less trouble himself with the usual greetings, Uri passed in front of us, pausing only to demand: “What are you doing here?”) What indeed?Via putthison
Unlikely style tips, and yet this look would work for me too.
Minus moustache — I hate moustaches, especially droopy ones.
His three-piece suit minimizes contrast between his top and bottom half, which allows attention to head naturally towards his face. The dark, solid color is as flattering as is reasonably possible, given his girth …
reckless accusations about who and why
comedians bitching about
petty things
Even the Wizard of Id has grown sullen and listless
you try to cheer him up
you tell about the time you turned a dog heart into
a princess… and how she pissed all over King Ludwig’s condo…
but its too late
the corner store is closed and we’re running out of cigarettes.
Don’t reblog this if you don’t believe in supporting lame attempts at reverse psychology.
More great street art from Banksy—a nice bitchslap to the media.
Love Banksy but really reblogged this as a link to J Scott Grand, who belies the myth (among many I know anyway) that Tumblr is all fluff.
I have just read several entirely satisfying stories on his blog — stories that packed depth and detail into a few paragraphs.And isn’t that what we’re looking for today?
A good read which costs us nothing, comes to us and makes us pause for a moment? Wonderful!
Would like the source of this if anyone has it.
Wouldn’t mind keys to an apartment in the less bent building either if anyone has those.Found at Bibliodyssey — actual link lost in the mists of time, sorry.
But you could have a good time looking for it, and for the calligrapher.
I could anyway but have to ration my time at the computer owing to a heatwave here. It’s too hot to blog!!
But Peacay, who runs Bibliodyssey, tries harder than most to pin down the origins of the images he features, as he scans them straight from old books.
Although maybe not today, as I believe he lives in the same city as me (Sydney, Australia), where it hit 41C today.
hey buddy, we all love Pet Sounds but…



