All the above items were once hidden on board real space launches. Cigarettes and Cutty Sark scotch were hidden behind the instrument panel of the Sigma 7 spacecraft, and that’s how lunatic these adventurers were. What sane-thinking individual would say, “This electronic system is vital to my survival, so I’ll shove a bottle of liquid in there!” Our favorite bit is how the cigarettes are now up for auction (as smoking in a sealed space capsule is even more suicidal than smoking normally is) — but the scotch is nowhere to be seen (via How Astronauts Prank Each Other | ZUG

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Hard to believe. The Stooges play WF Herman Secondary School, Windsor, Canada (taken from the school yearbook) in 1970.

 The Stooges play WF Herman Secondary School, Windsor, Canada (taken from the school yearbook) 1970

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Canarsie Pier (Brooklyn, NY)

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I can’t believe how much this reminds me of the front gate at Auschwitz.

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“In 1898, Parisian art gallery owner Maurice Joyant photographed his childhood friend Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec defecating on the beach at Le Crotoy, Picardie. A year later Toulouse-Lautrec was committed to an asylum, and in 1901 he died from complications caused by alcoholism and syphilis.” (via Toulouse-Lautrec sh*ts on a beach « How to be a Retronaut

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Dylan Menges snapped this haunting silhouette of left behind when he moved the still-warm corpse of a roadkilled coyote: “She hadn’t been there long (still warm), and moving her carcass off the road revealed the salty silhouette from passing cars on a winter highway.” (via Boing Boing

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jennydreadful:

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It really is very beautiful!  Iggy is so great!

I met Iggy a number of times during my early days in NYC in the early 90’s. He lived a block away from a cafe I worked at, and would come in quite often. He was always very cool and very friendly. It seems underneath his well known exterior, was a quite caring, human and intelligent guy. A mid-western warmth that shone through. I remember a waitress I worked with, who is a wonderful soul and a dear friend, wrote him a similar note. In it she recounted years of sexual and emotional abuse at the hands of her father, a mother in denial, and a brother who was her anchor throughout all this. He was a punk rock drummer who loved Iggy’s records. Together they would play those records when the parents were gone. Songs of desperation and freedom gave them a safe place and emotional armor in the midst of a ton of pain. It helped them to cope, and gave them a place to be kids and best friends in a window of time. Sadly he was schizophrenic and died in his sleep at 18. She told him that seeing him come in always brightened her day. He brought back all the good memories of her brother from a time so limited in good feelings. The day she gave him that note, she didn’t really expect to hear back from him. When he came in at 5, and told her how much it meant to him, he gave her the strongest, most intense hug. There were tears in his eyes. In ours too. He made her feel like a million dollars. Very classy.

jennydreadful:

Self-portrait sculpture by Sarah Bernhardt.  Apparently, it’s how she saw herself, with bat wings and claws.  It’s an inkwell, too!

N.C.Wyeth

N.C.Wyeth

N.C.Wyeth

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Tom the Dancing Bug: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Corrected to reflect modern sensibilities) - Boing Boing

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Detroit Lives

The Motor City has been declared dead more times than Rasputin. But over the last few years, while The News Media (and Dutch tourists) were hemming and hawing over a few neglected streets that had started to look more like meadows, a bunch of creative badasses were quietly buying abandoned 9-story buildings, filling them with everyone they knew, and making Detroit actually pretty fucking incredible. Our old buddy Johnny Knoxville paid a visit to the D to explore for himself.

watch this watch this watch this.

Trust me.  Worth every second. 

“Are we ready to testify? It only takes 5 seconds, people, 5 seconds to decide: Are you going to be part of the problem or part of the solution?” - Brother A.C.Crawford introducing The MC5 1968 Detroit

Take 30 minutes even. Watch this. Detroit’s hurt is felt across the nation. Baltimore. Buffalo. New Orleans. Asbury Park… really it goes on. The suburbs are soulless, but they took a lot of life from these places. What are you going to do? Shop yourself to happiness? More and more the big cities are turning into giant malls. Just try moving to NYC with $1,000 and a dream these days, and see how far you get. If you don’t like whats happening around you, if you think nothing is happening around you…now you have a responsibility. Make it happen. You don’t have to throw out the baby with the bath water. Find the beauty in what came before you, and add your voice to what comes after. There is a world around you that is available still. There are still diamonds in other generations waste. And there are always great people that fall through the cracks. Those discoveries could be yours…

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