Friday Ephemera
Apollo 17 in real time. // Real-time Titanic sinking. // Thrill small children with an E.T. barbecue. // The bohemian coffee bars are coming. (1959) // The museum of talking boards. (h/t, Coudal) // Lovely, nasty molecules. // 100 years of memorable shots. // Overly dramatic moray. // Sid James admires various markets, where you can buy sarsaparilla, eels and other “queer grub.” // Heavy Metal Parking Lot, 1986. // Hong Kong fog. // Other people’s trash. // The northernmost town on Earth. // Indulge yourself by shopping for your own private island. (h/t, Things) // Where the Earthlings live. // Can you spot the speakeasy? // “I’ve met people who said my father ruined them.” // And finally, it’s 1954 and John Gielgud is Sherlock Holmes with Orson Welles as Moriarty.
True enough.
Oh, BTW, how y’all like our asshole of a President? Understand now why HM wanted nothing to do with the arrogant lout? “Back of the queue” indeed.
Thank god he’s gone in January.
“I never surrendered. They took my horse and made him surrender. Got ‘im pulling a wagon up in Kansas, I bet.”
OK, my last but favorite volley.
” It’s sad that governments are chiefed by the double tongues. There is iron in your words of death for all Comanche to see, and so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron. It must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life… or death. It shall be life.”
. . . , but there are close to a hundred of them and it seems a Herculean task at this point. . .
Relatively, not at all. Have a good current computer and a flatbed scanner, which I have, and you’re set—Last week I helped with an upcoming awards show where I scanned ~152 photos of various sizes over about five hours, no problems . . .
And, as noted, there are companies that do scanning.
. . . now why HM wanted . . .
HM?
Her Maj, Liz Deuce
My last:
“Red Legs? They’re with the Union. You’ll find ’em up in Kansas. And, we’re ‘a goin’ up there to set things a’right.”
“I’ll be comin’ with you.”
I lied:
“Well Mr. Carpetbagger, we have something ’round here called “a Missouri boat ride.”
Interesting thing about that Russian “speakeasy” (it’s not illegal, so not really a speakeasy): the permanent signage of the noodle-shop front is in Chinese and English – not Russian. It looks something one might see in a gritty U.S. urban area: the worn wooden floor, the flaky neon sign in the front window, the dingy overhead sign, the color pictures of the dishes on offer, the rusting air conditioner. The panel over the Tsingtao beer cooler says “BIERE BEER CERVEZA”, so perhaps not Britain, but I think it’s a standard Tsingtao sign. (Also the neon sign says “TAKE OUT”, not “TAKE AWAY”.) Next to the beer cooler is a soft drinks cooler with Arizona Iced Tea, Fanta soda, Sprite, Nestea, Green Tea (all U.S. brands).(The cooler has a shelf of Bright fruit drinks in cans – mango, guava, lichee. Bright is a Filipino brand, but I’ve seen similar displays in the U.S.)
I think it must be a deliberate creation.
There’s one deliberate breach in the illusion – the glass-front display box next to the door holds a calendar of performers at the club for November 2013. And of further interest, the calendar is in English, too. However, there are whiteboards on the noodle shop’s left wall with prices marked up in Russian and English, and another next to the counter, so the illusion is not allowed to interfere with the noodle business.
Is it perhaps an implicit homage to the look of U.S. streets, perhaps as filtered through movies, or maybe one specific movie?
(BTW, one can explore the place in such detail with Google StreetView; there’s a link in the TwistedSifter page linked by David. One can also turn, look down the street, and… it is Russia.)
I think it must be a deliberate creation.
Oh, absolutely.
The Milo roadshow rumbles on
Sorry, still don’t like him.
Sorry, still don’t like him.
The thing is, you don’t have to like the man to register the protestors’ reactions to him and what they reveal. I.e., an authoritarian impulse, wrapped in role-play and passive-aggressive hysteria. Such that not being allowed to queue-jump is immediately denounced as “white supremacy.”
Imagine, for instance, that Laurie Penny were speaking at a campus near you, or near me. She would most likely say lots of things you or I disagree with, perhaps quite emphatically, and her supporters would most likely be idiots with equally pernicious and objectionable views. But I somehow doubt this would be enough to make either of us feel entitled to spend the evening haranguing those wanting to hear her speak, or to shove them and scream abuse at them, or to physically obstruct them and push them to the ground, or to set off the fire alarm, or to summon the police, or to demand that she be prevented from sharing her idiocy on any campus in the country. For the sake of our mental wellbeing.
There’s an asymmetry, and it’s interesting.
A liberal petitions for the end of quasi-official social justice. And it’s working.
https://youtu.be/vN0oKIMlHyI
https://www.change.org/p/universities-suspend-social-justice-in-universities
Evidently liberalism is not dead.
Apollo 17 was beautiful.
Yes, gives you a healthy respect for men in white shirts and narrow ties and short hair cuts and horn-rimmed glasses. Where did they all go?
Yes, gives you a healthy respect for men in white shirts and narrow ties and short hair cuts and horn-rimmed glasses. Where did they all go?
Weeelllll . . . If you’re looking for the outdated costuming, find the nearest hipster.
If you’re looking for the adult, mature, competent, scientist and engineer, they are around and are doing excellent work.
The complication is the current situation where the initial starting tools for doing such work are currently swamped in hipsters that are actually doing marketing, not engineering, and claiming that a startup that does the same thing as forty other startups is to be recognized as significant . . .
OK Go – White Knuckles .With Dogs!
Via Steve Sailer
It’s nice to know it’s not just me who finds photograph number nine quite poignant. I also think I agree with many of the points raised by Darleen and Spiny as to why it’s sad. And Hal, I should explain that I’m happy that they have been preserved; I just think it’s sad that they ended up in the rubbish in the first place. Incidentally, my apologies for being tardy with this response, but I have been dealing with a private personal matter.