“Mayan Pyramid Destroyed to Get Rocks for Road Project”



This thing’s no Maya pyramid, of course.
I’m just wondering how much stone somebody
might be able to get out of it.
(Click to enlarge.)




Toward the end of the time that my wife and I were living in Egypt, there was an attempt to save an Ottoman palace, a small gem of a building, from destruction.  Officials of Cairo governorate wanted the site for a bus stop.


It was a beautiful place, with poetry elegantly written on the interior walls in many of the rooms.  But, although the Egyptian government has long since recognized the economic (i.e., tourism) value of the country’s pharaonic antiquities, it still hasn’t understood that medieval and early modern Cairo — the Islamic city — is a treasure that could become an analogous financial asset.


I believe that the palace was torn down shortly after we left.


Sometimes it’s just too depressing.  One wonders how anything at all survived from antiquity.



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  • kore kosemou

    Stop your fucking crying, this is your capitalism at work you fat fuck.

  • Louis Midgley

    I am tempted to engage in a bit of social commentary on the work of the bulldozer in our own communities. When it was taken down (and soon replaced by a standard LDS chapel), I was one of those who mourned the Colesville Tabernacle, an old pioneer building not all that far from Salt Lake City. As a people we unfortunately tend to see only the storefronts and the community suffers from dreadful urban sprawl. Orem is probably the model for such unfortunate local wonder/blunders. We insist that our places of worship have offices for the executive secretary and so forth.

    But I also think that we have gotten a bit more aware of the importance of our own rather recent monuments, as lowly as they are. Since that time efforts have been made to preserve and venerate the some of the remaining LDS pioneer buildings in places like Paris, Idaho, and Vernal, Bountiful, Spring City, Brigham City and Logan (all in Utah), and now even the fire ravaged Tabernacle in Provo. Now standing on stilts, I hope to live long enough to see it fully restored and preserved to serve as a House of the Lord, and also a beacon of pioneer faith, as well as the center of what community in still possible in the age driven primarily by commercial demands, and hence malls, urban sprawl and blight.