Dr. Death

"Aribert Ferdinand Heim (born 28 June, 1914 – allegedly died 10 August, 1992)[1] was a former Austrian doctor, also known as Dr. Death. As an SS doctor in a Nazi concentration camp in Mauthausen, he is accused of killing and torturing many inmates by various methods, such as direct injections of toxic compounds into the hearts of his victims.

According to a former camp inmate (of Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp), an 18-year-old Jewish man came to the clinic with a foot inflammation. He was asked by Heim why he was so fit. He replied that he had been a soccer player and swimmer. Instead of treating the prisoner's foot, Heim placed him under anesthesia, cut him open, took apart one kidney, removed the second and castrated him. The man was decapitated and Heim boiled the flesh off the skull for use as a paperweight and display." (Wiki)



From the Briefcase of Dr. Aribert Heim

Xue Jiye

Xue Jiye is a contemporary Chinese artist. I was first struck by the work sans explanation but I liked what I read on his website too. See more and read more here --> http://www.xue-jiye.com/

From the Intro to his Work:

Xue does not like to be classified as a particular kind or type of painter. He says that it is important for artists to depict things in their own unique and original artist’s language. Xue’s style has evolved a lot over the past 10 years. And he predicts more changes in the future. But the artist is consistent in the purpose of his paintings – he paints because he has the urge to paint. And the subject matter of his paintings emerges from that need. When creating, Xue prefers to allow himself a lot of freedom. "I work in a surreal style in my paintings because it gives me more space." The artist says that "reality has become boring," and he feels numb from society. So his mind stretches beyond reality into the world of dreams and imagination.

GenDisasters

"... is a genealogy site, compiling information on the historic disasters, events, and tragic accidents our ancestors endured, as well as, information about their life and death. Database and records searchable by surname."

http://www3.gendisasters.com/

Article titles like:

"TORNADO IN MINNESOTA. TOWN OF LOWREY OBLITERATED AND TEN PERSONS REPORTED KILLED."

"HUNTINGTON, AR MINE EXPLOSION, 1897. THIRTY-FIVE MEN SCORCHED. ONE SO BADLY THAT HE DIED... "

"TWO LOSE LIVES IN BAD WRECK ON GREAT WESTERN. ENGINEER AND FIREMAN ON SOUTH BOUND PASSENGER TRAIN KILLED. (1915)"

Neat photos! Lots of browsing options.

This Is The Way The World Ends

Still Life

"A spooky short film about an over-caffeinated driver who finds himself in an alternate reality after a body crashes through his windshield. Directed by John Knautz and starring Trevor Matthews."

Still Life

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Ling Chi

Execution by slow slicing. The term língchí derives from a classical description of ascending a mountain slowly. Published account from Sir Henry Norman (via Wiki)

“The criminal is fastened to a rough cross, and the executioner, armed with a sharp knife, begins by grasping handfuls from the fleshy parts of the body, such as the thighs and the breasts, and slicing them off. After this he removes the joints and the excrescences of the body one by one-the nose and ears, fingers and toes. Then the limbs are cut off piecemeal at the wrists and the ankles, the elbows and knees, the shoulders and hips. Finally, the victim is stabbed to the heart and his head cut off.”

We all need a few friends...

... To get us through the night. (Clive Barker's introduction to the movie, Nightbreed)

Chick Habit

Have I posted a photo of my cat, Captain Jack? He was a stray that adopted me a few weeks ago. I got him his shots and surgery and despite all that he continues to like me. He has this way of swooping down from nowhere a-la-flying-squirrel and demanding affection and food. Which I happily give, he being my intellectual superior and all.

Here he is after gorging. He didn't eat Tweetie Bird but he kind of looks like he could hence the vaguely, not really, barely related song. Okay, I just like it, it's catchy, was the best part of Deathproof and the video is supercool.

Peacocks

I'm not sure of the source of this. It comes from Point Counterpoint, wearenomads.tumblr.com (which I've yet to peruse so neither recommend nor ...christ-on-fire... whatever the opposite of recommend is) and may've been written by the author of that blog but I'm not positive. Still, made me smile.

The world really has gone to shit since No Children have been born in the last 15 years.

For instance, Game Shows Touch Our Lives in ways they never did before, because citizen participation is compulsory and all the losers Have to Explode. Even so, most people give it the Old College Try because the First Few Desperate Hours after the news broke that humans were incapable of breeding really desensitized all of us to violence. I live just south of Tallahassee on Southwood Plantation Road, and even here there we talk about The House That Dripped Blood because of all the carnage that occurred after the announcement. I really would like to See America Right, but I just can’t imagine it ever happening anymore. So I’ve got myself a bad case of the International Small Arms Traffic Blues and I’m illegally selling dirty bombs to Cuba — although it really is the Oceanographer’s Choice whether those nukes ever get there. The world is an Alpha Rats Nest now, my friends, and if you’re not writing the Idylls of the King, you’re food for Peacocks. Yeah, Peacocks. Those fuckers can still breed.

S.

Most have had no idea about the recent loss in my life. I heard about S's death almost two weeks ago. He died alone in a hard city a long way away. Learning about it felt like a punch in the gut because I always thought the old man was too mean to die. Once the shock wore off the first thing I thought was, "He would be so irritated if he saw me crying."

The next day I stopped crying and swallowed my grief. It eats a hole in my stomach like I've got rats in my belly but I get through the days keeping myself busy. It's the quiet moments that catch me off guard. The silence with myself that makes me drift to that room and remember.

Remember. He hated it when I talked during games. One day, after I'd gibbered for too long again, he slammed his palm on the table. "You talk and you talk and you say nothing. You know what happens to people like you? They lose their king." And then he finished the game with his next move, grumbling the entire time.

I miss my friend. Lonely. No one to play chess with.



Painting by Александр Тимофеев