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Thursday, September 27, 2021

If New York’s once-infamous Times Square can get de-smutty-fied, I guess any den of iniquity can. No doubt inspired by the Manhattan makeover, Amsterdam’s city elders are funding real-estate acquisitions that aim to gentrify the world-renown Red Light District right out of existence.

What’s the world coming to, when no corner of the globe is safe for seediness to thrive?

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/27/2007 11:31:00 PM
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Thursday, September 20, 2021

It says something about the modern-day state of affairs, that not only are several of the world’s indigenous languages dying off from extra-cultural encroachment, but that their demise is paralleled by the growing popularity of wholly invented languages.

In other words (in English only, perhaps regrettably): People would rather learn and spread fabricated tongues than preserve authentic ones. So while Siletz Dee-ni and Amurdag are each down to aged, sole-surviving oral speakers, Klingon and Toki Pona are picking up new adherents every day via the Web.

Both these linguistic trends are sad, albeit in different levels of solemnity.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/20/2007 06:19:25 PM
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Sunday, September 16, 2021

Only in Hell’s Kitchen could the infamously gritty Market Diner have existed.

How gritty was this now-closed greasy spoon on the corner of 43rd Street and 11th Avenue?

A former paramedic who now works at Metropolitan Lumber and Hardware up 11th Avenue at 46th Street, and who would give her name only as Marie, recalled rough nights on the ambulance — after a few too many trips to Bellevue — that were best cured by a stop at the Market Diner.

“You could go over there for scrambled eggs and bourbon,” she said. “You could smoke in there, too. Scrambled eggs and bourbon. Gimme a coffee with a shot.”

Let’s hope it reopens soon, somewhere. With a “scrambled eggs and bourbon” special on the menu.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 09/16/2007 11:34:48 AM
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Friday, September 14, 2021

Technically, the national anthem of Spain is not sung in Spanish.

That’s because there’s nothing to sing. Owing to the country’s divisive history and fragmented regionalism, an instrumental-only anthem is used to avoid contentious debate.

That means Spaniards can’t break into song whenever national pride strikes them — they have to just hum or da-da-da the song’s melody. At least there’s no running joke material when a pre-game singer flubs the lyrics, as is the case in the States.

There are efforts to add words to Madrid’s theme music:

Meanwhile, Telecinco, the television station, conducted an online poll and came up with its winning entry, by the poet and journalist Enrique Hernandez-Luike. It’s a piece of “simple metaphors and accessible musicality,” Telecinco said.

It opens with a paean to “Mother Homeland, arms entwined in a sign of peace,” and invokes the flag, freedom, the constitution, “an ensemble of cultures” and “the hand of Europe.”

One thing it does not mention: Spain.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 09/14/2007 08:17:02 AM
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Thursday, September 06, 2021

not kosherThose would be vintage Israeli-produced pulp paperbacks based on Nazi themes, called “Stalags”. The lurid publications, which were deemed a social scourge among youths in the post-war Jewish state, are coming under fresh examination in a new documentary film.

The Stalags were practically the only pornography available in the Israeli society of the early 1960s, which was almost puritanical. They faded out almost as suddenly as they had appeared. Two years after the first edition was snatched up from kiosks around the central bus station in Tel Aviv, an Israeli court found the publishers guilty of disseminating pornography. The most famous Stalag, “I Was Colonel Schultz’s Private Bitch,” was deemed to have crossed all the lines of acceptability, prompting the police to try to hunt every copy down.

And for those who aren’t clued in: My title for this post is based upon the historical “penny dreadfuls”, aka the first mass-produced literature for the masses. The time and currency shifts, but the idea stays largely the same.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/06/2021 11:08:44 PM
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Monday, August 13, 2021

Like many people, my mood tends to darken with the onset of foul weather. Translation: Dank, sun-less days bum me out, man.

I’ve yet to be bummed out to the point where I write an iconic horror novel. Then again, I didn’t live through 1816’s “Year Without a Summer” climactic phenomenon. If I had, like Mary Shelley did, my washed-out Swiss vacation might have yielded the heavily weather-inspired “Frankenstein”.

Mary Shelley started writing the book in 1816, when she was just a teenager. It wasn’t too long after she had run off with the married poet Percy Shelley. They went to Switzerland for a summer vacation.

“I think the plan had been to be tourists and go climbing mountains and things like that,” Phillips says. “And they couldn’t, because of the weather.”

The weather was beyond bad. It was unbelievable…

“It actually really was dark, for days if not weeks on end,” Phillips says. “It was one of the coldest periods in modern history, so it was extremely serious.”

He says that in many places, the harvests failed for three consecutive years. There were food riots, and many people were dying from starvation.

And the cold, always the cold. With which the creature is persistently linked, up to and including the climax:

“He invariably meets his creator at the tops of mountains, in icy caves,” he says. “Then at the end of the novel, they go into the Arctic Ocean and we’re led to believe that they die as they drift off on an ice floe.”

Now, maybe Mary Shelley would have sent her creature to the Arctic no matter what kind of weather was outside her window. But John Clubbe doesn’t think so.

An emeritus professor of English at the University of Kentucky, he has written about Frankenstein’s link to The Year Without a Summer. He points out that in 1816, it was snowing in July.

“Seeing this world of ice and snow at close hand, when you should be seeing green fields and trees in bloom, this is so unusual,” Clubbe says. “It has to affect the way you feel and want to write.”

Proving that, ultimately, we can’t help but be impacted by the way the wind blows.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 08/13/2007 11:26:13 PM
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Sunday, August 12, 2021

Maybe in fourteen-hundred-and-ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue, but it wasn’t until 1507 that anyone bothered to give a name to the continental landmasses he discovered (”discovered” being something of a figurative term, considering Christopher was preceded by Norsemen, various Portuguese/English and other Euros, and of course the Natives themselves).

That makes this year the 500th anniversary of “America” as a geographic signifier. And somehow or another, Amerigo Vespucci finagled his name onto the maps.

It was in 1507, with the publication of a large cut-out map suitable for creating a do-it-yourself globe, that Vespucci’s first name, if not Vespucci himself, achieved lasting renown. On this map, published in the intellectual backwater of St. Dié in Lorraine, the designation “America” (the feminine of Amerigo) was chosen for the portion of the hemisphere where Vespucci claimed to have landed during his second voyage. In 1538, the noted mapmaker Mercator, apparently referring to the earlier map from St. Dié, chose to use the name America to mark not just the southern but also the northern portion of the continent. The rest, as they say, is history. “The tradition was secure,” Fernández-Armesto writes, “the decision irreversible.” And so, because of Mercator and assorted others, more than 350 million of us now call ourselves Americans.

Which is preferable to the likeliest alternative:

As Fernández-Armesto astutely observes, it’s probably a good thing Mercator went with America instead of what might have been the more obvious choice, Christopheria or, say, Columbia. “Columbus has such an ineluctable presence in history,” he writes, “that a hemisphere named after him would never be free of association with him. With every vocalization, images of imperialism, evangelization, colonization, massacre and ecological exchange would spring to mind. The controversies would be constant, the revulsion unendurable.” Since Amerigo Vespucci is a historical nonentity, the term “America” is free of the disturbing connotations that would have been associated with his more famous forebear. “History has made him irrelevant,” Fernández-Armesto writes, “to the major resonances of his own name.” Thanks to the ephemerality of Amerigo Vespucci’s reputation as an explorer, America was given an enduring name.

The United States of Columbia? Or United States of Columbus? We all would be Columbians right now. Who knows what Bogota’s country would be called.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 08/12/2021 10:26:04 PM
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Monday, July 30, 2021

A century ago, municipal public swimming pools helped foster social reform.

Originally pools were melting pots where blacks, whites and immigrants interacted. Men and women, however, swam on separate days.

The dynamics changed after World War I. Pools went from bathhouses to leisure destinations, complete with sand and chairs for sunbathing. Cities across the country joined in a construction craze, building pools like Fairgrounds Park Pool in St. Louis that could accommodate thousands of swimmers at a time.

That was then. Fast forward to the early 21st Century, when the bold initiatives of yesteryear have been subverted by the modern-day wet-n-wild that is the average water park:

Truly, at the water park there was a meemaw looking woman wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts with her “hard-as-a-rock” breasts staring right at me at every turn-style. Meemaw looked like she just got out of Jed Clampet’s truck and was on her way to a senior citizen porn audition. If she could afford those breasts (and fake teeth), then why couldn’t she splurge on a bathing suit?

Not only did open wounds and gnarly toenails put me off my feed, but the smokers who punctuated their nasty habit with a “hocka-pa-tooey” on the ground in front of me completely grossed me out. Walking behind Carruso (I know that’s his name because it was tattooed across the entire span of his upper back) and trying to make sure my asthmatic son avoids the smoke billowing out of Carruso’s body, I stop in my tracks as Carruso hocks up a big loogey and spits it on to the cement where the entire water park population walks BAREFOOTED.

And you actually have to pay admission to get into these liquid-borne germ farms, versus the free pass at public pools. So much for water as a unifying medium.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 07/30/2007 09:45:54 PM
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Monday, July 23, 2021

Take a stroll down to Manhattan’s Pearl Street, stop at Number 211, and squint hard at the brick exterior. You’ll see the brick pattern deliberately arranged to display three big triangle symbols.

Beyond that? Some historical speculation, but nothing concrete:

City tax records show the onetime warehouse was built for William Colgate — the civic-minded, deeply Christian soap entrepreneur who founded what is now Colgate Palmolive Co. and helped establish the American Bible Society. A spokesman says Colgate Palmolive has no record that the company, then headquartered elsewhere in Manhattan, used the Pearl Street building. But Colgate prized it enough to make special note of it in his will, [volunteer historian Alan] Solomon said.

To Solomon and some historians, Colgate’s ties to the building fueled a theory that the brickwork pattern had some Christian resonance.

The triangle has traditionally been used to represent the Christian concept of the Holy Trinity. And some scholars, while stressing the need for more research, thought the Pearl Street symbol evoked esotericism — efforts to delve for divine meaning in numbers, geometry, nature and elsewhere. The symbol was even the subject of a presentation at an academic conference on esotericism in Amsterdam in 2005.

There may be a much more mundane explanation for the symbols, like 19th-Century utility pipes. But it’s much more fun to pull for a Freemason connection!

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 07/23/2007 10:07:54 PM
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Thursday, July 05, 2021

In 1808, Portugal’s King Dom Joao VI fled Lisbon to avoid being captured by Napoleon’s invading army. He subsequently established his imperial residence in Rio de Janeiro for the next dozen years, which set in motion the eventual independence of Brazil.

So, if any budding Brooklynite secessionists are looking for a historical-parallel catalyst for splitting from the other boroughs: Starting this coming Monday, Mayor Mike Bloomberg and his office will relocate to downtown Brooklyn for a couple of weeks, while City Hall in Manhattan gets renovated.

Will having the municipal seat of power in Kings County lead to the re-establishment of the City of Brooklyn? Following the Portuguese-Brazilian example, Bloomberg could designate borough president Marty Markowitz as his regent-in-absentia, thus laying the groundwork for future breakaway. Knowing Markowitz and his well-established Brooklyn boosterism, he’d go for it in a heartbeat.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 07/05/2021 07:11:54 PM
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Monday, June 25, 2021

ascent
The stereotypical Salvador Dali work of art features weird matter-bending visuals with vivid, nuanced colors — e.g., melting clocks and other firmly-entrenched pop-cultural imagery.

Probably as a rejection of that been-there-done-that aesthetic, this 1958 watercolor, “Allegorical Saint and Angels in Adoration of the Holy Spirit”, is my favorite Dali painting. It has a spare simplicity that comes across as very bold. A photo doesn’t do it justice, as the subtlety is lost unless you see the original in person. Of particular note: Each of those angelic wings was applied with what appear to be only one or two forceful brush-strokes, which leaves behind the impression of etherealness and rapid motion. Really outstanding.

I wish a print of this piece were available, but I don’t think that’s the case. It’s worth a future visit to the Dali Museum just to see it.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/25/2007 09:25:53 AM
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Wednesday, May 30, 2021

The other night, I was out at some bar and noticed this guy who had his shirtsleeves rolled up. They revealed his forearms, one of which revealed a set of those trendy Chinese-character tattoos on the skin.

Nothing out of the ordinary, these days. But what really caught my eye: The characters were arranged in a straight line, running up the inner forearm, from just above the wrist to just below the elbow joint. And they were in blue ink.

To me, this ink job very much evoked the tattooed serial numbers that the Nazis branded onto Auschwitz concentration camp inmates.

I didn’t ask the guy if a) he was aware of the similarity, or b) if it was somehow intentional. I didn’t know they guy, so it would have been an awkward way to introduce myself. Plus, if it was intentional, I’m not sure I’d have wanted to know about the intent. If it was unintentional, then informing him would have elicited either extreme embarrassment or apathy -and I didn’t particularly want to watch either reaction.

Maybe I’m the only one who’ll ever come away with that impression of such tattoo art. I’ll admit that I’m biased: I don’t care for tattoos in general, and I find them to be a turn-off on women. But that’s how this one hit me.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 05/30/2007 08:17:07 AM
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Friday, May 18, 2021

I’ve come across a Web archive of one of my favorite alternate history scenarios: Michael B. King’s “Hinge of Fate”, from the February 1993 issue of National Review.

In a nutshell, it posits what would have happened had Nazi Germany remained neutral toward the United States after Pearl Harbor, instead of declaring war in support of Japan (which, under treaty terms, it wasn’t obliged to do). The end result is German victory in Europe, American victory in Asia, and the subsequent commencement of der Kalte Krieg.

Well-structured counterfactual throughout, with the crucial (for me) divergence off a single, rational historical turning point. But the best part is the global socio-economic impact:

In some ways, this postwar world is quite similar to our own. An alliance led by the United States confronts a totalitarian empire whose leaders, while not willing to take the all-or-nothing risk of a nuclear assault upon the alliance, engage in brush fire wars in Latin America, Africa, and Asia. However, this postwar world is much poorer than ours. There is no Bretton Woods, GATT, or EEC. Germany pursues a policy of autarky, while Britain resists ending imperial preference discrimination against America (claiming it must build up internal resources to be an effective partner in the struggle against Germany). America still experiences a boom in the late Forties and Fifties, based on the same internal market that fueled the postwar boom in our world. That growth peaks much earlier, however, because external markets are not available, and stagflation is the order of the day by the mid-1960s.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 05/18/2007 08:36:14 AM
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Monday, May 14, 2021

A declarative accusation that the Los Angeles Police Department has an ingrained warrior culture isn’t new, given the repeated violent encounters the LAPD has had with the public over several decades.

The roots of this organizational modus operandi are worth checking out, though:

“The LAPD is a big ocean liner and it will take a long time to turn around,” said Joe Domanick, a senior fellow of criminal justice at the University of Southern California’s Annenberg Institute for Justice and Journalism. “[Current police chief William Bratton] has not focused on the paramilitary culture and us-against-them mentality that seems to still persist in the LAPD.”

He said the culture originated during the reign of William Parker, hired as chief in 1950, who imagined the city’s police force as an urban army.

Domanick said Parker’s view was: “We’re the only thing standing between chaos and anarchy. We are the professionals. We know better. No one tells us better.”

So we’re talking about more than a half-century of antagonistic posturing that’s remained in place through countless departmental and municipal regime changes. It’s a prime example of how difficult it is to effect fundamental reform when the organization — be it a police department, company, country — has an established way of functioning. It’s human nature combined with inertia and tenacity.

The idea that LA poses a greater policing challenge than other American big cities is hard to swallow. New York, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia and another two dozen metros have endemic crime issues as bad or worse than Southern California’s, and the cops in those other cities don’t approach a comparable level of corruption.

It’s a disturbing state of affairs. A half-century of little to no responsiveness to serious institutional problems isn’t going to be fixed overnight. Until then, it’d be prudent to tread carefully when encountering the LAPD.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 05/14/2007 11:33:23 PM
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Tuesday, May 08, 2021

A land of perpetual winter ordinarily doesn’t hold much appeal to me.

That said, I find this unofficial history of British Antarctic base Halley Bay engrossing. Particularly the copious photos and notes found in the year-by-year archives, which stretch all the way back to 1956. (Apparently, there’s plenty of time for taking pictures way down under — I’m impressed by the volume of photographic records.)

Naturally, I’m curious about what happened in 1971, my birthyear:

- First visit of RRS Bransfield
- First journey to Riiser-Larsen ice shelf
- Astronomical observations by Bob Paterson
- Lowest recorded temperature to date: -53.2°C
- A large area of ice shelf calved northeast of the Macdonald Ice Rumples (September)
- The horizontal speed of the ice shelf increased from 400m/yr to 750m/yr
- 50 Hz mains synchronised to atomic time.

So, a lot of watching ice. Oh, and a visit by apparent Argentine helicopter pirates. It’s like I was there!

I also got a kick out of the index of dogs that have worked the base.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 05/08/2021 11:22:17 PM
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Sunday, April 29, 2021

I’m going to have to pick up a copy of Michael Chabon’s “The Yiddish Policemen’s Union”, just on the strength of this synopsis:

For the book, Mr. Chabon dug into New York’s underworld slang, filling in at spots with his own linguistic creations. A latke is a beat cop and a sholem is a gun — a bit of wordplay, as “sholem” in Yiddish means peace, and “piece” is slang for gun in English. The powerful local mafia is made up of Hasidic Jews with payess, long curling sidelocks. Along with the rest of Alaska’s Jews, they are part of what Jews living in the rest of America call “the Frozen Chosen.”

“The Frozen Chosen” might have come about had the King-Havenner Bill, a 1940 piece of Congressional legislation proposing an Alaskan homeland for Europe’s persecuted Jewry, come into law. Chabon’s book runs wild with this alternate history exercise, presenting a scenario in which 3 million refugees poured into Alaska Territory. In addition to transforming isolated towns like Sitka (chosen as the novel’s setting because Chabon thought its name “sounded Yiddish”), this counterfactual apparently took the Holocaust out of the equation during the Second World War; consequently, the establishment of Israel was never deemed necessary.

The option of being presented with an Arctic wasteland as refuge — a restricted, temporary one, at that — might seem like a backhanded form of salvation. But it wasn’t the only one floated before and during the war years. Madagascar, then a French colony, was also proposed as a dumping ground for Europe’s Jews, mainly for its isolation and distance from the Continent. The oddest one I heard about: In the 1930s, the Nazis actually considered working with Zionists to engineer a forced exodus of German Jews to Palestine, not only to uproot them, but also to establish a guaranteed export market for Germany in the face of European economic boycotts.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/29/2007 06:47:39 PM
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Sunday, April 01, 2021

Citing a gradually shrinking pool of Israelis and Palestinians who care to study and speak each other’s languages, this telling justification is cited for one side:

Many Israelis look to Europe as their prime economic and cultural reference point. In business, the language they need is more likely to be English or French than Arabic. Today, among those Israeli Jews studying Arabic, many more than a decade ago are doing so for one reason: preparing for service in the Israeli security agencies.

This is nothing new. Despite the obvious post-Holocaust reasons for establishing the Jewish state, from the start Israel has been more European than Middle Eastern.

I think this is often glossed over when considering tensions in that region. There’s certainly no shortage of anti-Semitic feeling in the Islamic world. But what grated more on the Arab states was an Israel that, by the way it was set up and settled, more resembled a European colony or client state than a “native” political entity.

There’s some simplification in that characterization, but I think it fits. The continued affinity for overseas sociopolitical ties only reinforces the otherness that the Islamic world assigns to Israel. At this point, there’s no other choice for either side, but the roots for this division were planted from the beginning.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/01/2021 09:37:12 PM
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Saturday, March 24, 2021

all aboard!
The recent resurrection of construction for Manhattan’s 2nd Avenue subway, has caused a bit of a buzz in the Apple. Especially from everyone who’s anticipating construction headaches along/above the track path.

A look back to the mid-20th Century, before the original plans were abandoned, reveal grand, stainless-steel dreams for the trains that were to run on the T-Line:

When a scale model of the R11 was exhibited, an August 1948 article in The New York Times called it “New York’s subway car of tomorrow.”

With its sleek stainless steel shell, the R11 car was a stark departure from the painted and riveted steel cars that preceded it. It was not until some 15 years later, in the mid-1960s, that a full line of stainless steel cars came into use, Mr. Sachs said.

The portholes on the sliding doors are a nice touch. Gives the carriage a definite subway feel, appropriate for subterranean travel. I guess whatever runs on the 2020 version of the T won’t be as slick as these bygone trains, but I’m crossing my fingers on the porthole design.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 03/24/2007 05:55:45 PM
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Saturday, March 17, 2021

regrowth
So, St. Patrick’s Day.

Last night’s freakish snowstorm certainly made it interesting. Thankfully, the weather calmed down enough for a nice green-festooned parade down Fifth Avenue, of which I was able to catch a bit.

Other than that, I think this holiday calls for a rerun of last year’s story of the shamrock and the Christian trinity:

This Plant [white clover] is worn by the People in their Hats upon the 17 Day of March yearly (which is called St. Patrick’s Day.) it being a Current Tradition, that by this Three Leafed Grass, he emblematically set forth to them the Mystery of the Holy Trinity…

Which brings up an interesting point: If the common three-leafed clover symbolizes the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, then what does the sought-after four-leafed sprout symbolize? And why should such a blatant departure from Christian symbolism be considered lucky? Theologicially speaking, it should be a shunned pagan offshoot.

I continue to stand by this religious assessment, despite my affinity for all things green. And with that, I think I’ll head out for a Shamrock Shake.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 03/17/2007 04:23:22 PM
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Tuesday, March 13, 2021

Appropriately Spartan-like, the movie 300 gained a number of improbable achievements upon opening in theaters this weekend:

- It debuted at No. 1 in the box office, despite sporting no recognizable Hollywood star power and carrying a usually audience-limiting R-rating;

- It raked in $70 million, a record for a March movie release;

- And best of all, it’s raised an international ruckus, with Iranian politicians and intelligensia branding its negative portrayal of ancient Persians as an American act of “psychological warfare”.

Daily newspaper Ayandeh-No carried the headline “Hollywood declares war on Iranians”.

The paper said: “It seeks to tell people that Iran, which is in the Axis of Evil now, has for long been the source of evil and modern Iranians’ ancestors are the ugly murderous dumb savages you see in 300.”

Three MPs in the Iranian parliament have also written to the foreign ministry to protest against the production and screening of this “anti-Iranian Hollywood film”.

Hey, maybe if Xerxes wasn’t so full of himself, today we’d be celebrating Greece’s 2,500th anniversary as a satrapy. Them’s the breaks.

The propaganda plot is an intriguing theory. Too bad the average geographically-ignorant American probably doesn’t realize that Iran used to be called Persia, therefore blunting the effectiveness of any such social brainwashing. As it is, it’ll probably mean that the tourism boost that modern-day Sparta is banking on from the film won’t include many charter flights of Iranian visitors…

And as for that alternate, Iranian-friendly title, referring to the one-million strong Persian forces that descended upon Thermopylae: As with most such numbers from antiquity, it’s greatly exaggerated.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 03/13/2007 11:26:50 PM
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Monday, March 12, 2021

“Deadly Medicine: Creating the Master Race” is a current exhibition at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, examining how eugenics research contributed to the Nazis’ Final Solution.

This passage, from Germany’s inter-war years, encapsulates the twisted attitude holding court during that time:

“If one imagines… a battlefield covered with thousands of dead youths… And then our institutions for idiots and their care…, One is most appalled by… the sacrifice of the best of humanity while the best care is lavished on life of negative worth.”

— Karl Binding and Alfred Hoche
Authorization of the Destruction of Life Unworthy of Life
Leipzig, 1920

Despite the gulf of nearly a century, just reading that quote gives me an unsettling feeling.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 03/12/2021 11:03:45 PM
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