Panorama of an Airbus A380 cockpit. Just don’t touch anything. (h/t, Coudal.) // “It’s really just a big thing falling on the ground that we want to make sure we’re prepared for.” // Domo-kun cooks, sweats and emits green gas. The rest is hard to fathom. // Croatian food company issues annual report in oven-bake form. 100ºC for 25 minutes. (h/t, 1+1=3.) // Just drying my octopus.  As you do. // Impressive drill bits. // How to build a Lego geodesic dome. // Light-emitting wallpaper. // More remarkable bridges. // Cut-away car illustrations. // Robot calligraphy. // Robert Hodgin’s Magnetic Ink. More. And. // “A 25 letter message can be up to 20 miles long, seen for 400 square miles, and written in as short as 2 minutes.” That’s skytyping. More. // The virtual typewriter museum. // A collection of typewriter ribbon tins. // Furry pencils. // Post-it note projects we have known and loved. // Balaclava with beard. £135. // How to make a kimono. // Pimp my sewing machine. // Marijuana vending machine. Medicinal use only. (h/t, Dr Westerhaus.) // Warping negative space. (h/t, Stephen Hicks.) // A map of religion in the U.S. // Andrew Bostom on Hitler and Muhammad. // The L Ron Hubbard audio collection. // And, via The Thin Man, Dinah watches the skies.   

The Stalinmobile. It’s post-ironic, I think.

Related: Stalin’s actual cars and other personal items. And.

He was very, very distraught. He was yelling loudly. He didn’t sound like he was drunk or anything, but he was swearing and asking for God. He specifically said he wants to talk to God.

When the co-pilot is unwell.

Writing in today’s Comment is Free, Tim Watkin ponders the shift in readership from newsprint to web.

By reading this article online, are you complicit in the slow death of printed newspapers and magazines? …For all of us on CiF, it’s surely a question we should be wrestling with… I’m sure many of you, like me, still buy print. But if you and I are spending more and more time on sites such as this instead of buying other newspapers and magazines where we live, we’ve got our hands on the knife. Haven’t we?

Setting aside Watkin’s urge to feel and inflict guilt – and the fact his article isn’t available in the Guardian’s print edition – I’m reminded of a recent telephone exchange on much the same subject. A few weeks ago I received a call from a very polite woman who was trying, heroically, to sell me a subscription to a certain broadsheet newspaper. It went something like this:

“And, Mr Thompson, we’re now offering a 60% discount.”

“Hm. But I read the papers online, for free. I haven’t bought a printed newspaper in months.”

“Yes, but we’re offering 60% off…”

“Yes, 60% is a big discount, I see that. But I’m currently paying nothing. What’s 60% off nothing?”

“Um… But not all of our content is available online.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, not at all, there are crosswords… and, er, supplements…”

“I don’t do crosswords and the supplements are, well, just packing material. When I used to buy newspapers, the supplements were always the first things to go in the bin. Why should I start paying for something I don’t even unwrap and immediately throw away?”

“Oh. Well, er… thank you for your time, Mr Thompson…”

In today’s Guardian, Tanya Gold recounts her experience of alcoholism as a middle-class teenager.

I know why I tried to drink myself to death. I was lonely and angry, and I felt worthless. Nobody knows exactly what causes alcoholism. I believe it is genetic, but triggered by trauma.

The details of Ms Gold’s “trauma” aren’t made clear, but what happens next is interesting, insofar as it follows much the same pattern favoured by, among others, Madeleine Bunting and Oliver James, whereby a particular unhappiness is assumed to be shared by all sentient beings and is then blamed on… capitalism.

Alcohol has never been so cheap. The supermarkets and the happy hours and the clubs can’t stuff it down our throats cheaply enough or fast enough or long enough; some supermarkets sell it at less than cost, to draw the shoppers in. They don’t treat it as a dangerous drug, but as a commodity that is great for business.

The fact that most people use alcohol in moderation passes oddly unremarked. As does the fact that, generally speaking, one ultimately chooses whether or not to get hammered into unconsciousness on an all but daily basis. Even the most decadent of nightclubs don’t yet strap their customers into chairs then funnel booze and pharmaceuticals down their throats. And inexpensive drinks still require time and inclination to be consumed in sufficient quantities. As Gold says,

To develop alcoholism you have to drink heavily. You have to put the hours in at the pub.

Well, quite.

After fingering supermarkets and nightclubs as the cause of human misery, we leap, erratically, to this:

There are wonderful new ways to make young women feel worthless. Sparkling advertisements and whispering editorials encourage them to aspire to an ever-receding fantasy. You can never be beautiful or thin enough for the fashion magazines of 2008. You can never be sexy enough for MTV, or pornography. You can never be famous enough for Heat.

Well, again, there is an element of choice here, and responsibility. My own exposure to Heat magazine is, it’s true, somewhat limited. I occasionally register the cover with bewilderment while waiting at the checkout of my local supermarket. Like many other men and women, I manage to find its influence remarkably easy to resist. It’s simply not of interest, and surely that’s the point. Even if a copy were taped to my face with a subsequent quiz on its contents, I doubt I’d feel inclined to emulate the people photographed within. But maybe that’s just me.

Ms Gold goes on to say,

Denial is the best friend of alcoholism,

Which, given the above, may well be true. And, 

Now we all collude.

Which, I think, is not.

When not preoccupied by alcohol and “society’s constant assault on female self-esteem,” Tanya Gold is also a “recovering dieter” and has issues with her smoking.