One of my colleagues from grad school works on art and the Resistance in France. The stories are fascinating.

It's amazing how many other Nazis were willing to sneak around behind the one fanatical guy's back secretly and utterly sabotaging his blow-all-the-art-up plans, including passing info to the Allies and the Resistance.

At that point it was pretty obvious who was going to win the war, I would think.

It's reassuring to realize that even among the Nazis there were those who said, "No, this is the heritage of humanity, this is bigger than us."

Considering those same individuals were perfectly OK with exterminating large numbers of actual human beings...I'm not reassured.

That's so annoying! I had stuff in the queue! Which is no longer there! Hmph.

I submitted something! Don't lose it, butterfingers.

I reblogged yours, and it reminded me of the missing one! So that's something. But the queue is supposed to post automatically, dammit!

Considering those same individuals were perfectly OK with exterminating large numbers of actual human beings...I'm not reassured.

Yeah, disheartening is nowhere near a big enough word for how awful that is. But I'm still weirdly fascinated by the gray areas that even the worst of the worst can carve out for themselves. That a few of them were so fanatical that they were ready to destroy the art as a fuck-you to the entire universe; many more were true believers and perfectly at ease with destroying actual human beings but couldn't bring themselves to demolish art; that some of them stayed apparently active and loyal to protect their families but secretly helped the resistance for all kinds of random reasons (architects and art historians turned soldiers who balked, one former higher-up who looked around the table at a fancy dinner party one night, realized everything they were eating off of, down to the smallest teaspoon, had been stolen from the Rothschilds, and gagged).

I wish like hell they'd fought as hard for the humans as they did for the art, but it was such a huge, poisonous, horribly infectious evil that I find the stories of the people who were deep on the inside and carved out any small corner of resistance and refusal weirdly compelling.

She's a fucking idiot. I love her but she's a fucking idiot.

God, I get this. My sister is getting better some of the time but I can't quite get over some things. Fucking idiot alright.

Why do I get more drinks bought for me in airport bars when I am tired and have no makeup than when I go out?

Cash -- I'm sorry.

Aimes - so sorry in another way.

There is a cat that has been visiting my yard regularly. he now seems settles, not sure if it is hurt or ill or just moved in . I don't really want to deal with another cat, esp one that might be ill. and I don't really want to call animal control , either. I put a message out on my egroup- but the rains are comming

Aims, the professor's response was completely inappropriate, but if she's going to be that much of a bitch, it might not be worth it. Especially if you can take the course over and have the first grade disappear.

Why do I get more drinks bought for me in airport bars when I am tired and have no makeup than when I go out?

You get drinks bought for you in airport bars? I have been living my life wrong.