A dark and rainy morning. Cars rush along Fifth Avenue while I'm acting as proctor for a History final. Pages turn. Someone drops a pencil.
Reading some history from the inside out, while I sit and survey this room of students. Salam Pax, the Iraqi architecture student who kept his blog going as Baghdad came under attack, has been able to post to his weblog again. Fifteen days worth of journal entries from the middle of a modern war. Whether he's talking about the taste of Iranian cola or escaping into his headphones or worrying about friends and family or describing what he knew minute by minute, the level of detail and perspective is vivid and unforgettable.
And should I want to forget, here's a collection of one-minute vacations: unedited ambient sound recordings to take me someplace else for 60 seconds.