“It does not seem to me…that we understand the laws governing the return of the past, but I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all, only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a … Continue reading
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Güell
Parc Güell, Barcelona, September 2010
la pedrera
Farther up Passeig de Gràcia is Casa Milà, designed by Gaudí and built in the early 20th century (finished in 1912). The people of Barcelona were so shocked by its unique design that they named it La Pedrera, Spanish for … Continue reading
on the block of discord where you live
Gaudí’s Casa Batlló, on the Block of Discord on the Passeig de Gràcia, was a private residence for the Batlló family. Imagine living in a museum. Of course, it wasn’t a museum then, but everything in it, the walls, the … Continue reading
Barce-alone
On my way in from the airport, the taxi driver, who was very much like a Spanish Pete Postelthwaite, spoke to me about the prevalence of Catalan and how his sons, though fluent in Spanish, Catalan and English, refuse to … Continue reading
This Is Dubrovnik
The Walled City The thick stone walls of the old city of Dubrovnik are a source of great pride. The man who drove me from the airport spoke at length about them. He then asked me, “You have no questions … Continue reading
In the land of the midnight sun
(and rain)
Vigeland Park at the Nobel Peace Center Thor Heyerdahl’s Ra-II at the Kontiki Museum The Kontiki, Heyerdahl’s landmark expedition in 1947, which proved that pre-Columbian South American people could have sailed the Pacific all the way to the Polynesian Islands … Continue reading
Londontown
There is grandeur in this view of life…from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved. –Darwin, On the Origin of Species (1859) The great hall and the Darwin Centre’s cocoon–a … Continue reading
Cambridge
Cambridge, 20 August 2010
giraffes are insincere
There is a strange exhilaration that comes from standing so close to a once wild animal, separated not by a fence but by a shallow ditch that you wonder why they don’t cross. Coming upon the monkey house, however, and … Continue reading
Ich bin ein Berliner
The sacred and the profane an uncanny resemblance On “the mysterious quality peculiar to…photographs”: “One has the impression…of something stirring in them, as if one caught small sighs of despair…as if the pictures had a memory of their own and … Continue reading
Czech it out
Obama and Putin marionettes–the heads are the same, only the color is different In a town that capitalizes on its now extinct Jewish population, and which is situated so close to Theresienstadt, it seems more than a little distasteful to … Continue reading