i have never loved anything more than this.
i have never loved anything more than this.
Landscape as Cartography | Socks Studio
Flying in the 20s had to be a thrilling experience, indeed. In the absence of radio communication or radar technology, pilots engaged in American coast to coast airmail or passenger service had to rely on often imprecise navigation charts to avoid getting lost. Most of the time they were alone in the air, flying on desertic territory, hoping to reach the destination without encountering bad weather.
To help guiding the pilots across the impervious North American territory, the Congress funded the construction of very large arrow-shaped Airmail Beacons, (up to 20 meters in lenght). Every concrete arrow, painted in bright yellow, was accompanied by a 15 m tall tower, emitting a powerful gas powered light. Each arrow pointed towards the next, separated one with another by a distance of 3 to 10 miles. The beacon towers have been scrapped and recycled for WWII, while the yellow paint has since been worn off by the elements, but the enormous solid concrete arrows are likely to stand there for good.
gawd these are so great
"Dune" artwork by John Schoenherr
I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer.
Not knowing something means I am walking around blind, without a direct path, and I must live with that, work with that. It’s interesting.
The next time we reprint Death and the Penguin, this is the cover or I quit.
Gawker is apparently surprised that the old school newspapers — the ones still printing on paper, for crying out loud — have old people writing on their op-ed pages. Big surprise.
Still, it was worse than I thought.
Why are newspaper opinion columnists so consistently baffled by the politics, technologies, and social mores of the 21st century? We’ve crunched some data, and we think we’ve figured out the answer: They’re old as hell.
We examined age and gender breakdowns of the regular opinion columnists at the country’s three most prestigious opinion sections—those of the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the Wall Street Journal—as well as the opinion stables from four of the largest press syndicates—The Creators Syndicate, Universal Press, King Features, and Tribune Media, which provide column material for many of the country’s smaller papers. (For now, we left off regular columnists for other sections of the papers.)
Of the 143 columnists we looked at, a scant 38 were women. Just as bad was the age distribution: Average and median ages on the whole hover around 60. Tribune Media Services had the oldest columnists: average and median ages are both around 64. The businessy Wall Street Journal, whose average columnist is a sprightly 56 years old (median 54), is the most youthful—although that’s still older than the paper’s average 48-year-old reader.
Only one woman under 35, Alexandra Petri at the Washington Post.
Another good reason to read elsewhere.
On the National Security Agency’s site, there is a timeline dedicated to the most significant events in cryptologic history. Among its many entries: November 4, 1952, the day the NSA itself was created; December 7, 1941, when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor; and the earliest event that is commemorated, the U.S. State Department’s decision to hire a 23-year-old Indiana native, Herbert O. Yardley, on November 16, 1912, just prior to the outbreak of World War I.
An ambitious young man with a background as a railroad telegraph operator, Yardley quickly showed a talent for breaking codes. After proving himself able to decipher an ostensibly secret message to President Woodrow Wilson, he decided to spend his career improving the security of U.S. government communications. Soon after, he began breaking the codes of other governments in anticipation of war. He would ultimately spy on the communications of foreigners and U.S. citizens in peacetime, and head a secret surveillance agency headquartered in a New York City brownstone.
But Yardley wasn’t just the progenitor of the trade practiced at the NSA today. He was also the surveillance state’s first betrayer, as loathed by insiders in his day as Edward Snowden is in ours.
Read more. [Image: NSA]
These gorgeous 1871s illustrations for Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by artist Alphonse de Neuville are hauntingly reminiscent of Edward Gorey’s illustrations for H. G. Wells’s War of the Worlds.
Also see these stunning 1964 illustrations for the Verne biography The Man Who Invented the Future.