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This is my "Crazy Eight" Exposed tube Neon Clock Made by The Electric Neon Clock Co. It is my third restoration... I am proud that I managed to get it operational without having to use reproduction parts. It took me about a year to find a bezel..I lucked out and found one on ebay. The neon is new. The colors are much more awesome than the pic can show. I believe this to be a somewhat rare clock due to that mysterious squashed 8 on the dial. I'm not a pro restorer, I have fallen in love with the ENCC clocks and just enjoy finding them dead and making them alive again. It's a new hobby for me and I am hooked. :) I don't concern myself with perfection, I am happy to have another clock with character! Thanks to Al for his gift of expert glassblowing and without his work, this beauty would still be lightless.
(Lines on the loss of the Titanic)
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the pride of LIfe that planned her, stilly couches she.
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold current thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: 'What does this vaingloriousness down here?' ...
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
Prepared a sinister mate
For her—so gaily great—
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
Alien they seemed to be:
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said 'Now!' And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
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I drive by this little cemetery, near the center of Sherburne, MA, just about every day on my commute. The stones are very old, although it appears to be kept up well, and I've been meaning to stop in and take some pictures for a while. Since i was already in the office late and would miss putting the kids to bed, tonight seemed like a good night.
It‘s a good thing I'm not creeped out by cemeteries, since I spent over half an hour sitting in a lightless one to get this shot today. My goal was to shoot in full dark, with an exposure long enough to get an exposure as if it were twilight but with light trails from whatever stars are visible. This was a roughly 6 minute exposure at ƒ/5.6, ISO800 which got me pretty close to what I wanted, although I did boost the exposure by a full stop in post (along with some noise cleanup and a little boost to vibrance). The most challenging this was to get decent focus on the obelisk in front, since the best I could to was illuminate part of it with the small flashlight I had with me.
There's a little mottling in the brightness and color of the sky near the horizon, which is really cloud cover illuminated by the light pollution from neighboring towns and blurred by the long exposure.
FINDING DIRECTION IN TIMES OF MEANINGLESSNESS
Part 1: Trouble always comes
A couple of days ago I lost my phone on the street. It fell out of a very shallow pocket and just happened to land on a soft piece of grass, so that I would not hear it drop. It also just happened that a person would stumble across it and pick it up within about thirty seconds of me realizing it was no longer in my pocket. The kind soul that picked it up decided to turn it off, and together they disappeared into the sunset.
The phone did not return to my side again.
Five days later, during class, I was complaining about the phone and that the stupid bag of spinach occupying my hand space was to blame for my loss. If I had not bought that spinach I would have been able to hold the phone in my hand or at least been able to place it safely inside my bag. A thirteen-year-old student, Peter, who is not having the best days of his life of late either, asked me what type of phone it was. I replied an iPhone XR. He brushed it off and told me that it is worth little anyway. I explained it was not the phone that is the problem, but what was inside the phone.
A lot of important notes, passwords, numbers and pictures will not be coming back either and those are inconvenient to lose in the modern-era, especially when you are in the middle of Patagonia.
Part 2: Trouble for one is not necessarily trouble for another
Having been born into a culture from the complete opposite side of the Earth to Peter got us into a little deeper discussion about differences between certain cultures, in particular, the difference in attitudes when it comes to items of value and how the display of wealth, possessions, status or success affects the way you are treated in society.
For little Peter in Asia, success and will often be respected, admired and will gain you status and will get you places, so naturally, obtaining the newest and best are tools for doing just that. Waving around the brand-new thing is a signal and invitation for others to have a little look.
On the other hand, in the culture of Northern Europe (the culture I was born into), it is less common to overtly pursue the latest version of consumer items. A general rule would be that it is distasteful to douse yourself in opulence, especially if the purpose was to differentiate you from the crowd or show off. This is known as ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’: grow too tall and you will be the first one plucked.
Simply expressed, it is a case of “Wow, look at him! He must be doing something well. Let’s copy him!” vs. “Yikes, look at him! Who does he think he is! Let’s stay away!”
That does not mean the ‘don’t stand out from the crowd’ syndrome does not exist in Asia though, but rather on the contrary, it is extremely pervasive in other aspects of society. And needless to say, the Northern Europeans just seek alternative ways to satisfy the ego and fulfil their other humanly status-seeking desires.
Of course, none of these are rules and there is variation between individuals and certain social circles, but in all cultures that I personally have lived amidst (and there are quite a few), they generally either lean to one side or the other. However, at the end of the day, no one escapes the tall poppy problem and we are all united by the same nonsense. It is just manifestation of it that differs.
Part 3: The old foundations have burnt
I spent a number of years in nations of East and Southeast Asia watching Buddhist devotees decorate their Buddha shrines with fresh flowers and offer stacks of tasty-looking fruits to show their great generosity. Lit incense sticks filled the air with plumes of fragrant smoke and the constant flames of oil candles showed their dedication and consistency to their religion. Temple attendees sat on the carpeted or marble floors of the halls praying as bells rang in soft breeze. I liked sitting in there too. I appreciated the natural, stillness of the environment and being-at-one in peace.
I appreciated the attentiveness and commitment of the people, despite the dedication and generosity obviously harboring an ulterior motive. The flowers, the food (yes, they even cold cans of coke with straw in them!), the incense sticks and the oil candles were not just to glorify the great Buddha and pay respects for his enlightened teachings, but also were tools to attract good retribution (karma) and bring luck to the household. If there was success in your family life and you were profitable in your business, then you were well entitled to flaunt it because you deserved it and hopefully the cycle of giving and receiving and repeating the rituals would serve you well in your next life.
I also spent a number of years in Europe watching pious Christians attend their church services, where they would plonk themselves on a wooden pew, bow their head and start repenting for all the sins of life that God had bestowed upon them, thanks to the poor behavior of Adam and Eve. The often lightless, gloomy atmosphere of the ancient churches remind you that darkness is on the horizon and the end of the world is nigh, the empty interior and high domed roofs would amplify pleas for forgiveness, and echo your sins back at you. There would be hell to pay if you do not sort yourself out, but I liked sitting there too. I liked being lost in thought thinking that obviously such a solemn mood, often reflected in the weather, was to be thanked for pressing our Christian ancestors to become conscientious and future-oriented, thus modern society becoming well-organized and successful.
These religious practices have kept generations in check over centuries, shaping our views, attitudes, behavior and social environment right up until the modern era. Religion with its rituals and stories, whether that be Adam and Eve, good vs. evil, karmic retribution or “give and you shall receive”, still have great affect over the way we perceive things, the narratives influencing the way we act out our lives. Religions have kept us down-to-earth. They bound us together. They laid out a common goal. They offered us formulae in which to navigate life. They gave us a central pillar around which to orientate ourselves. Most of all, religion offered us purpose and understanding.
The problem is the world has changed.
The old “If I just behave myself according to the wishes of God, I might just get myself to heaven, or at least avoid hell” and the “I’m so devoted (well, at least appear to be), and now I may enjoy reaping the rewards of my efforts” stories seem to have run their course because they no longer appear to be working…
…and when a void is left, something else will fill it, if we do not fill it ourselves.
Part 4: The hole in the fabric
I suppose you have already noticed the recurring pattern here: our behavior and attitudes are inextricably linked to cultural and religious stories!
Nietzsche may have been right when he stated in the late 1800’s: “God is dead”. But I do not know if he is indeed dead, or if we have just rebranded him as ‘science’, or ‘reason’ or ‘logic’. We humans always love to let our egos go wild (“we know better than our silly, ignorant ancestors who lived in the past”), and while science has given us answers to some questions, like that we now know the world is a blue and green ball orbiting in the universe, but it has also failed to answer many of our questions. We still have zero idea as to why we are on this orbiting ball. So, now we are essentially left out in the cold with no clothes, swimming in the middle of the ocean without edges to hold on to, and have no meaningful stories of life left from which to orient ourselves.
Religions have become outdated or foreign to us, technology has given us a taste of what exists beyond the horizons, and once forbidden territory has been opened up before us, but at the same time has left our societies empty and lost without a unifying purpose. Many now suffer trying to know where to look to get motivation and inspiration. Our more recent story which was ‘work hard, build the country and get rich together’ worked for a few decades, but that story seems more and more as if it has sizzled out, and the last couple of years we have only been offered the ‘stay at home and hide from the evil coronavirus’ tale. We are lost. All my students seem to be in a reclining mental state, including Little Peter. But none of us are alone in this.
So, I asked Peter: what type of story are you living in? he replied: “a loser story”. “OK, so are you in control of this loser story or are you just a by-stander in it?”. Peter: “a by-stander”.
Well no wonder! That’s not a great story. If it were a movie, no one would buy a ticket to come and watch. Nor is it something that the people of the past build a religion or their cultural customs around. It would be anti-business at best and, in the evolutionary sense, maladaptive at worst.
Part 5:
So, what to do about all this?
Reinvent and rewrite the narratives.
It would seem that we need to reinvent our lives in the image of a great story. What is the story you are living in? Are you a role-less by-stander in an unsatisfactory, less-than-impressive B-level show, just like thirteen-year-old Peter? If so, take any film with a half-decent storyline, and model your life around it. Take any reasonable character and imitate them. Because if society is longer offering a suitable narrative worth following, then you need to fill that role yourself.
When it comes to human psychology, how you view yourself is how you project yourself; so that is to say that if you believe yourself to be a confident, competent person, you tend to also appear to be so in the eyes of others. And at least thieves probably avoid you. Alternatively, if you believe you are insignificant and useless, then you tend to underperform and as a consequence get be treated as such by others, and maybe deservingly so. Mental imagery and speech habits dictate your subconscious, and it is the subconscious that controls a significant amount of our behavior.
For millennia we have lived in the light of great stories; great adventures, heroes vs villains, the underdog who rises and overcomes; we all know the characters, as they appear and reappear in ancient myths, religious texts and modern movies, across culture and across time. Kids and adults alike indisputably love and react to a good story. Therefore, we inevitably react to the stories we tell ourselves as well.
So, if current societal, cultural and religious circumstances are failing to offer us any form of meaningful direction, then reimagine your life in the image of a great story that transcends yourself and your current predicaments. Even if it were Jack from the movie ‘Titanic’ who froze and sunk into the icy depths of the Atlantic, at least he embarked on a great journey, indulged in his artistic talents, and afterwards, lived on in the hearts and memories of others.
And if your old story has come crashing to a dead-end, as did mine and most people I know during the last couple of years, due to the virus and more likely the policies surrounding it, then it is time to review, reorient and rebuild in the face of that damage using your story as your guiding light. After all, you have no choice. it is through stories that we evolved and it is our narratives that we act out in our daily lives.
Part 6: Does the trouble truly exist?
And so my phone…
For now, I am just living out an average story of a character in the middle of Patagonia with a very old and slow back-up phone that I always kept in the glove compartment of the car for an emergency situation like this. After all, many actors in Hollywood films still pull out an old Nokia in new releases, which always boggles my mind; a multi-million-dollar futuristic sci-fi movie and they could not even find a modern phone to use as a prop!? But anyway, I accept my phone is gone now, I am thankful for its service, and it may be missed, and may also not be. Letting go of past possessions and past dreams is a meaningful-enough piece to learn. But, this could be significant moment in a great heroic tale too, couldn’t it? And yet this is just a little scene in a greater story of figuring oneself out in within the fog of life; a story of a wandering soul in a big wide world in search of who knows what - something that all the early religious leaders, great storytellers and historic figures attempted at some point in their lives.
But an honest walk with a noble aim is enough. And Little Peter, I know you will be just fine.
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SPACE - UNDATED: Europe at night seen from Space.
These incredible images show the world's staggering light pollution from space. Scientist Felix Pharand-Deschênes created the stunning images to highlight mankind's sheer waste of energy. London, Paris, Berlin and Madrid in the west are all burning bright spots - while Africa, South America and large swathes of Asia remain in complete darkness. The maps have been championed for highlighting the west's considerable energy waste. The maps - created using data gathered by satellites showing light pollution - also highlight the contrast between first and third world. Egypt's densely populated River Nile scorches a path through the darkness of Northern Africa. And Japan is wall-to-wall light - in direct contrast to the lightless central Asia and India.
PHOTOGRAPH BY SPL / Barcroft Media
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s a small, deep-sea cephalopod found throughout the temperate and tropical oceans of the world. The vampire squid reaches a maximum total length (1 ft). Its (6-in) gelatinous body varies in colour from velvety jet-black to pale reddish, depending on location and lighting conditions. A webbing of skin connects its eight arms, each lined with rows of fleshy spines or cirri. The animal's dark colour, cloak-like webbing, and red eyes give the vampire squid its name — it does not feed on blood. The vampire squid is almost entirely covered in light-producing organs called photophores, capable of producing disorienting flashes of light ranging in duration from fractions of a second to several minutes. The vampire squid is an extreme example of a deep-sea cephalopod, thought to reside at aphotic (lightless) depths from 600 to 900 metres (2,000 to 3,000 ft) or more. Within this region of the world's oceans is a discrete habitat known as the oxygen minimum zone (OMZ).
...a bit played with Fanu's Lightless jungle label old logo, adapting it to new label format - digital.
While making this cover art , I've been highly inspired with Shinya Tsukamoto's cult film - "Tetsuo the Iron Man" also known as the "metal fetishist".
To my regret i haven't seen it before, that's why I am very grateful to mr. Fistfunk for inspiring me with that movie and his tracks.
In my humble opinion most of them would perfectly fit as a movie soundtrack.
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A very overcast, lightless and windy day. The awnings wouldn't stop flapping, so decided to try and work with the wind, instead of against it.
A road trip last Sunday found rjagnjic and I at McLeans Auto Wreckers just outside of Rockwood, ON. This place is an absolute gold mine of old cars, rust and colour. The day was overcast so we didn't have to fight with bright sunlight, everything was oozing with pure, clean colour and after an almost 7 hour shoot, we walked away feeling like we hadn't seen it all. (a trip back is in the works)
My friend Chris turned me onto this place...his shots are stunning, I'm interested to see what we overlapped considering the sheer size of the property. I'm talking at least 5 fields piled high with cars. :insert squeal here:
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Yeah, so I wish I had stepped back about 5 meters but cest la vie. The shape of the truck is too fun not to post but man do I wish there was more vegitation top and bottom.
Behind a blindfold; lightless
Smells of cheap cologne
A stifled, strangled cry
Taste of fear
Feel of rough strong hands
Smells of motor grease
Dull thunk of a car trunk
Taste of an oil rag
Feel of claustrophobic space
Smells of engine fumes
Vehicle noise
Taste of bitten blood
Feel of jostled vehicle motion
Harbour; dirty sea smells
Sounds of waves breaking against concrete: hiss and roar
Taste of sea salt tang
Feel of cramped limbs stretching, standing
Smell of latex
Sounds of heartbeats pounding
Sticky warm iron rubber tongue
Sharp steel, smooth and coldly sensual
Things beyond the darkness
Hangin' with the Hoodlums
Grand Rapids, Michigan
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The Convergence of the Twain
By Thomas Hardy
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")
I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ...
VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
1. Lamp, 2. Ivy - Lierre, 3. Moket, 4. Stairs 2, 5. Reds, 6. Café Bar, 7. Earthenware, 8. Wedding sweets at the castle, 9. Are they real?, 10. Stairs - Escalier, 11. Museum of Modern Art - Paris, 12. Castle curtain 1, 13. A tree in Burgundy, 14. Lightless City of Light, 15. Blue Palace 1, 16. The race - La course, 17. The red-walled antiques shop, 18. Bruxelles, 19. Castle clock, 20. Castle clock 2, 21. Classical group portrait, 22. The Museum's Japanese visitor, 23. Plastic Beauty 42, 24. The electronics shop, 25. Winter sunset at the beach, 26. Time to go home, 27. The armchair shop, 28. Plastic Beauty 38, 29. Le Grand Tasting 58, 30. Poppy - Coquelicot
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A Martello tower at Clacton, photographed on one of the first warm days of the year, back in April. They aren't exactly beautiful but, being pre-concrete, avoid the brutal ugliness and indifference to humanity of a Second World War gun emplacement or a modern missile silo. What is their internal structure, I wonder. Faint bands of staining in the wall suggest internal floors. There must have been accommodation for the garrison. What were their lives like? Lightless and airless, one imagines.
I've seen these things modified for domestic use. I quite fancy one myself. Proof against Napoleonic cannonballs, the structure would also prove impenetrable to modern ideas and artefacts ...with the exception of a few I wouldn't want to be without, such as non-stick frying pans. Internally, a spiral ramp, in the manner of the Guggenheim Museum, would ascend through hangings of my Alma-Tademas, Holman Hunts, Samuel Palmers, John Martins, Frank Dicksees and the later, unfashionable, works of John Everett Millais. If I were in need of recreation it would come in handy for downhill bath chair racing, with my Filipino nurse, Cynthia, acting as brakeman. A reinstated rooftop artillery piece would put paid to any ice cream vans or jet skis that came within range. I shall have to see if there is any spare cash lying about from the profits, customarily obscene, of my Bolivian bauxite quarries. Or I could always sell some more flouride from my aluminium plants to the water authorities.
'Twas a dark and stormy and lightless a day and I wasn't able to get a clear shot. Blurry every time. But I thought I'd post it anyway. At least my tie matches the wall. Environments are the ultimate accessory (after people) and rarely am I so coordinated... with walls (or people).
Note the elbow patches. Yay
Tie: Robert Talbott
Shirt: Nordstrom
Cardigan: Forever 21
Trousers: Banana Republic
Sara Bichão (b. 1986) - From the installation Lightless (2024). Shown at the Serralves Foundation- Museum of Contemporary Art, Porto, June-November 2024.
"The Unlocked Door to the Other World" Lightless Moor
Backstage Video
Dress & MakeUp - TramaNera Creation
Directed and produced by Fabio Ortu
Shot at the Amphitheatre of the Municipality of Mogoro (Oristano)
Dancer: Daniela Macciò
Lights: Roberto Uda
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Day Room
BY TOM SLEIGH
His head rose like a torch in a tomb.
Banquet-style, as at a second Symposium,
The others lounged on couches or lay knocked out.
A net of shadows dangled from wire-meshed windows.
Buffeted there, there, some swam against currents
Or were swept off into underwater canyons.
Visitors, confusion streaming over them, speech
Foaming into eddies, words lolling like jetsam
On the lightless bottom, listened to the news
Of minds crammed in bodies: Here, all was stoic
Or hectic or unspeaking disconnection.
Moving shadows on the TV screen implied
A world out there, though a world more couth,
More uncouth? in four o’clock’s slushy freezing dark:
Plato’s cave loomed in semblance of the walls,
Only wasn’t it the cave as All, no outside
Not inside, nothing more real to go out into?
He peered far down to where dark swam up
From the depthless screen and hovered poised
Above dark-in-light: Sergeant Schultz kept repeating,
“I know nothing, nothing,” his funny-Nazi German accent
As he recoils from his ever sauve tormentor, the American
POW Colonel Hogan who threatens Schultz
With good-humored ruthlessness as bad as a mother
In a supermarket aisle cajoling her greedy-eyed child,
“Ah ah ah—remember the Russian front!”
—Poor Schultz’s accent making him more human in his terror,
Though only an actor acting his lines through
The canned laughter’s bacchic furor sweeping down
The corridor to die in murmurs of slippers shushing.
Cast yourself in it, imagine having to say those lines,
Not just now, but always, eternity a chaos
Of laugh-track frenzy more demonic than funny,
Reruns of Hogan haunted by the actor
Who acts Hogan’s lines, his real-life orgies
Before a secret camera ending in his Glogotha,
His infamy to be bludgeoned and found wrapped
Naked in a shower curtain that hangs
In the mind like the cave’s walls turning outside
Inside outside inside no end or difference inside out
—The almost see-through membrane of a world gone flat:
He hunches forward to change the channel.
Muttering something to Schultz’s “I know nothing, nothing,”
A grim joke maybe, “Ain’t that the truth...” though really,
Who could know what words he was or wasn’t
Answering, who can hear above the roar of
Earth moving under him, trying to throw him off
As he clings to the sofa hurtling through space!
And as he clings, the screen slowly opens and fans out wide
Around the National Broadcasting Corporation peacock
Waving its plumes, flaming blues, greens, radiant vermilions,
Brilliance of the seasons, late-morning pastels
Easy and restful for the brain and eye,
Sempiternal hues Atlantis rose up and sank back into.
And these feather off into grays, solid wintry
Grays that give off nothing and reflect nothing back.
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Tom Sleigh, "Day Room" from Far Side of the Earth. Copyright © 2003, by Tom Sleigh. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
Source: Far Side of the Earth (Houghton Mifflin Company, 2003)
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Photo: From Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera Since 1870.
"He had watched lightless amniotic fluid and now he saw the light. Who can possibly say if those parts of the brain which become the rods and cones of vision had any precognition, any preparatory dream of light, in that darkness, before it flooded in?" A. S. Byatt, "Still Life" 1985, p.108. ISBN 0-14-010763-0
Gottlieb, William P., 1917-, photographer.
[Portrait of Jack Lesberg, Eddie Condon's, New York, N.Y., ca. Sept. 1946]
1 negative : b&w ; 2 1/4 x 2 1/4 in.
Caption from Down Beat: Though he's been with Eddie Condon since old Bow Ties opened his saloon, Jack has fallen in with the revolutionists who are junking Dixieland for "modern" swing. I'll bring a few collapsible small boys with flash lights so I can see what I'm focusing on in Condon's lightless dungeon.
Notes:
Gottlieb Collection Assignment No. 203
Purchase William P. Gottlieb
Forms part of: William P. Gottlieb Collection (Library of Congress).
In: The Record Changer, v. 5, no. 8 (Oct. 46, 1946), p. 10.
Subjects:
Lesberg, Jack
Jazz musicians--1940-1950.
Double bassists--1940-1950.
Eddie Condon's
Format: Portrait photographs--1940-1950.
Film negatives--1940-1950.
Rights Info: Mr. Gottlieb has dedicated these works to the public domain, but rights of privacy and publicity may apply. lcweb2.loc.gov/diglib/ihas/html/gottlieb/gottlieb-copyrig...
Repository: (negative) Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, Washington D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: William P. Gottlieb Collection (DLC) 99-401005
General information about the Gottlieb Collection is available at lcweb2.loc.gov/diglib/ihas/html/gottlieb/gottlieb-home.html
Persistent URL: hdl.loc.gov/loc.music/gottlieb.13591
Call Number: LC-GLB23- 1359
Tucked away in the stern of the boat, still ruled by the same obsession to stay concealed in the night shadows and lightless caves and other pockets of darkness, in which she spends her immortality, the Mouse Woman lost her place among the other characters of her own myth, an important part of the Bear Mother story, and barely squeezed in at the opposite end of the boat, under the tail of the Raven. No human, beast or monster has yet seen her in the flesh, so she may or may not look like this.
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What You DIDN’T Know About December
ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS
1st: To crown him Napoleon I, Emperor of France .. . 2nd: A device for transforming a railway car seat into a sleeping couch, invented by Theodore T. Woodruff and developed by Messrs. Wagner and Pullman. You’ve heard of Pullman .. . 3rd: John Brown’s soul which began marching on immediately after John Brown was hanged yesterday, and will cause a civil war if something is not done soon .. . 4th: Henry Ford’s peace party, which the ship Oscar [I is carrying to Europe to try to end the World War... 5th: Because corsets are virtually vanishing and the girls must have something to keep their stockings up... 6th: By lending Greece $12,167,074 more. Greece did, however, promise to pay it all back in 62 years and not ask for any more... 7th: The typewriter, by John Pratt, which will bring the lovely stenographers . . . 8th: No, not because they are counterfeit, but because they are Red Cross Christmas Seals—the first Christmas Seals . . . 9th: Galveston, which after the recent flood is working on plans to raise the level of the city seven feet to guard against a recurrence of the disaster. Sand pumped from the Gulf of Mexico will be used... 10th: Because the American Legion cut the wires to prevent the “Hun” from playing at all. 11th: $37,000, the amount of the Nobel Peace Prize, which he has won for bringing the war to an end ... 12th: No. It was the first wireless transmission across the Atlantic. The letter S was chosen as the most appropriate for the experiment... 13th: Because the king has retired temporarily due to illness and appointed the Queen one of the Regents to rule during that time... 14th: The New York Stock Exchange which closed at the outbreak of the War... 15th: Because it will henceforth be named and be “The Parliament of (only) the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland”... 16th: At the Boston Tea Party... 17th: The Wright brothers’ airplane which, at Kitty Hawk, N. C., made the first successful air flight of any power-driven, heavier-than-air man-carrying machine... 18th: Because President Theodore Roosevelt has ordered “‘simplified spelling” used in the Government Printing Office and everybody is confused. The President will soon be induced to return to the spelling of his ancestors .. . 19th: Herbert Clark Hoover. The people in those days thought that an engineer should succeed the professor (Wilson). Today we have twenty-seven (at the last count) professors succeeding the engineer. How times change! ... 20th: Because this is the first lightless Thursday—remember?—no electric signs on Thursdays and Sundays ... 21st: To make all our girls look like Bolshevists ... 22nd: By asking the Ouija boards. Stores report record-breaking sales as the Christmas shopping season closes . . . 23rd: For decreeing that any woman who insults his soldiers “shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman of the town plying her vocation . . .” (Amazed at the resulting indignation, Gen. Butler explained that he meant no offense. His soldiers were strangers in New Orleans, and since ladies do not talk to strangers, any woman who talked to his soldiers to insult them was a fortiori not a lady.) .. . 24th: About 9,000,000—all the inhabitants of the Southern States—for all acts of rebellion during the Civil War . . . 25th: Because his flagship is cracked up on the rocks off Haiti... 26th: By crossing the Delaware and taking it from the Hessians . . . 27th: By winning the heavyweight championship of the world from Tommy Burns. His name was Jack Johnson . . . 28th: [Thomas] Woodrow Wilson... 29th: No, not the abolition of polygamy, but the transfer of divorce actions to the courts by the new Turkish Civil Code. Heretofore a husband had only to say: “Thou art divorced! Thou art divorced! Thou art divorced!’— and his wife was divorced. 30th: William Gibbs McAdoo, who has become war-time Director General of all U.S. railroads . . . 31st: No, not the League of Nations, but the Union of Socialist Soviet Republics.
On lightless desk, in blackest room,
no eyesight shall degrade to doom.
Let those who read in visions gloom,
now see again by green lamp's moon!
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The alley was thick with people, I had to squeeze through between three or four people at a time. It was so dense it was lightless, like a dark grey snake moving both ways between bright gaudily beyond gaudily decorated booths with a crush of people watching outside the door, and half the audience lying under blankets, no chance of getting in.
I spent too long in that alley looking for quality Baul singing. Amongst other performers, there were Bauls, not great singers, backed by electronic keyboards, and very poorly reproduced through stacks of speekers with volume turned up too high. Each booth was right up against its nieghbours, so you had to hear two or even three at the same time. It didn't seem to matter.
By 3 am, I was weary of that alley. I went back to the main stage, found it closed down, but before leaving I thought to check out an alley to the left of the temple. And I found Bauls. Booth after booth. This was where the serious stuff was happening. Still not the quality of the evening before, more of a spectacle than a musical or spiritual experience, and much spoiled by poor audio equipment, but pulsating with energy, joy, life! Bauls singing, dancing, gesturing their words, spinning. And half the audience sleeping! I had to tread carefully not to trip over anyone, or stand on their blankets and polythene sheeting.
By 4:30 am, I thought I should leave, even though the performances carried on. Thankfully the causeway wasn't as packed as when I arrived. Because there was no backlighting, it was pretty well dark. People could only be seen a few feet away. The thing to do was to walk slowly, and stay calm. That was an extraordinary night, the last night of an extraordinary five days.
Where else but in India?
Lalu is a land of wonders. This is caused by natural phenomena. The Milky Way photography needs to be taken in dark and lightless places from the moon or light bulb.
Dies ist ein Blinder Höhlensalmler. Er gehört zur Art Astyanax mexicanus, aber der Blinde Höhlensalmler lebt ausschließlich in lichtlosen Höhlen und hat dadurch einige Merkmale (Pigmente, Augen) verloren. Jungfische haben oft noch kleine, sehtüchtige Augen. Mit zunehmendem Alter werden die Augen zurückgebildet, manchmal bei einem Exemplar rechts und links unterschiedlich stark. (Quelle: Wikipedia)
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This is a Blind Cave Fish, which belongs to the species Astyanax mexicanus. The Blind Cave Fish lives in lightless caves and has therefore lost some properties (e.g., skin pigments and eyes). When born, the Blind Cave Fish has eyes. As it grows older, skin just grows over them and the eyes degenerate completely, because there is no need for sight in the pitch-black world of a cave. (Source: Wikipedia)
An adult female Dougherty Plain Cave Crayfish from north Florida. These troglobites (cave adapted organisms) have lost their eye sight, but have developed other traits to help them in their subterranean, lightless environment. Long slender legs help them feel around in the dark, as do their long antennae. They incessantly explore their environment with these appendages, mapping out their way around.
[ Oscuridad ]
La oscuridad es la ausencia de luz. Científicamente, es posible alcanzar una cantidad reducida de luz. La respuesta emocional a la ausencia de luz ha inspirado diversas metáforas en literatura, en simbolismo y en las artes.
[ Darkness ]
Darkness (also called lightlessness) is the absence of light. Scientifically it is only possible to have a reduced amount of light. The emotional response to an absence of light has inspired metaphor in literature, symbolism in art, and emphasis.
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I am exquisitely sensitive to light. When the light fades in the winter, I fade with it; bright sunny days and light-filled rooms make me feel happy and alive. I crave the sensation of bright light so much that I can't even stand to wear sunglasses -- they make the world look too dreary.
When I think back about my past, those times in my life that were depressing and stressful always appear in my mind's eye in twilight tones, gloom-filled and shadowy-dark. I know that many of those occasions actually took place in the bright light of day, but my memory colors them grey and lightless. The happy times? Technicolor-bright and bathed in sunlit glow. That's just how my mind works, apparently.
So it's no surprise that I was diagnosed with SAD as an adult -- my brain really does react to light in a powerfully emotional way, and my brainsoup of neurochemicals apparently needs solar panels and klieg lights just to function properly.
And so I abhor winter, cloudfilled days, windowless rooms; I seek out and embrace open vistas, sunny skies, bright white light. I celebrate light in all its forms. I light a candle, but still curse the darkness.