Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Art in the AM

Pigpen's anatomical structure, at via kottke.

A collection of paper moon images, at via Behind the Curtain.

Monday, October 22, 2007


Does anyone else think that Betty from Mad Men is styled to look like Alice in Wonderland? Image courtesy of The House Next Door.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Blog Wars

This is what I have wrought:


Google Brother

These are pictures of our apartment building and my car from Google maps. That's really weird that they do that. A little Big Brother. A little creepy. And admittedly also a little cool. Also, it just so happens that my car features one of its many parking tickets. And by many I mean 6 to 7 that I have received living here, none of which I paid until this summer when the city of Chicago finally caught up to me by sending them all to my dad. That was a traumatic day. Pay your tickets people. The city of Chicago will find you.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Dumbledore, gay?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Family: Part 1

Recently I have found myself feeling more connected to the specificity of my previously *un*specified Jewish heritage. My grandparents were both from former Soviet republics, though neither of them were Soviet at the point at which my various ancestors left. My maternal great grandparents left the Ukraine, slightly outside of Kiev, a few years before my grandma was born. Her side of the family was full of rabbis, and since then has produced a Pulitzer prize winning journalists and lots of academics. My grandfather left then-Russia--later-Soviet Union--now-Poland when he was three. His family were mostly tailors, a prospect that did not thrill my materinal grandparents. Nonetheless they married, had three kids, and experienced what seems to have been a very happy marriage.

So there are a few reasons I feel more connected to this than in the past. 1) Pop culture has come after me: Gogol Bordello, Eastern Promises, Everything is Illuminated. 2) A few years ago, I moved to Ukranian Village. I didn't really think twice about this until my dad found my great grandparents naturalization papers and discovered that they and my 6 year old grandmother lived about 4 blocks away from my current apartment, uh even on the same street. 3) Last Thanksgiving my dad transferred old audio recordings to cd, and I heard my great grandmother's thick Yiddish accent for the first time. This accent has been parodied in my family since as long as I can remember. But it's a whole other thing to actually hear it. Actually really nice. It's a reason to record your own voice. Cheesy for you but really nice for your descendants. 4) I went to a Breaking-the-Fast celebration recently and the place just dripped with former Soviet traditions, people, and food. And former Soviet food is really really good. 5) My advisor thinks I mispronounce my own last name, which I don't. But her insistence has refocused my attention on the history of my name. Once upon a time my grandpa changed shortened/anglicized his last name to Lef for business. Nonetheless he kept it otherwise and passed it on to my dad and now it's mine. As much as I bitch about my last name, I'm actually really glad we didn't change it. I like having it in full. It's as Jewish/Russian a name as you can get. And that's that.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

South Park

Stephan and I as South Park people. (not racist).

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