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The Boeing 2707 was an American supersonic transport (SST) project. After winning a competition for a government-funded contract to build an American SST, Boeing began development at its facilities in Seattle, Washington. The design emerged as a large aircraft with seating for 250 to 300 passengers and cruise speeds of approximately Mach 3. It was intended to be much larger and faster than preceding SST designs such as Concorde.
The SST was the topic of considerable concern within and outside the aviation industry. From the start, the airline industry had noted that the economics of the design were questionable, concerns that were only partially addressed during development. Outside the field, the entire SST concept was the subject of considerable negative press, centered on the issue of sonic booms and effects on the ozone layer.
A key design feature of the 2707 was its use of a swing wing configuration. During development the required weight and size of this mechanism continued to grow, forcing the team to start over using a conventional delta wing. Rising costs and the lack of a clear market led to its cancellation in 1971 before two prototypes had been completed.
The Raygun Gothic Rocket, vintage travel posters from an alternate 1930s, early 1940s, a retro future.
The iPad envisaged already in 1968. From the cover of the LP album with the sound track from the film '2001, A Space Odyssey' (1968).
Sorry for the cruddy lighting on this one. Refer to notes if you can't figure out what everything is.
EDIT: oh here is the link to the Gallery
Oscar Niemeyer: siège du Parti communiste français, Paris
In 1963 Niemeyer became an honorary member of the American Institute of Architects in the United States; the same year, he received the Lenin Peace Prize from the USSR. Who else can claim this kind of feat?
Ednath Ventorin hunted The Blood Beast. Not because he wanted to; in fact, he hated his life. He was in pain every single of the few remaining days he had left.
It all started a couple months ago. He was a farmer... a simple man compared to you or I, with a simple wife and two simple daughters.
And then there was Verrin. His youngest son was most decidedly not simple, in fact he tended to complicate things. Verrin spent his time in the city, an unhealthy amount of time according to his family's estimation, and he ran with the wrong crowds.
He soon grew angry and cold, and he seldom finished his chores, and when Ednath informed his son that he was not to go to town any more, much less at night... well even the Finney family down the lane heard their fight out behind the silo. What the Finneys didn't witness was Verrin lift up the thresher over his head, with the intention to crush his father.
Ednath looked up at his son in fear, he had seen The Blood Beast before in someone, but he never expected it would hit his own line, much less infecting his only son!
Verrin stared down, and suddenly a look came into him through his inhuman rage. His eyes flashed with fear... or was it shame? Before the great clatter of the thresher hitting the ground had reached the Finney's farm, Verrin had literally evaporated into the night sky.
Ednath stared into the stars where his son... no... not his son anymore he forced himself to realize... another cursed Blood Beast had stood only seconds ago. He waited for another moment as the shock lifted from him. He took no time to wonder how it had happened, which woman or man it had been in town that had brought the curse into HIS family. He pulled himself up and began running.
He ran past the barn, past the old tomato patch, past the chicken shack, paused at the back door of his home long enough to tell his wife Sira to hide with the girls in the basement, not to come out until the sky was blue again. Then he continued running, but this time it was via his horse's steady gallop down the lane into town.
When he arrived in town, Ednath pulled out his only weapon, an old spark-sword left over from his time in the Royal Airship Force, back before he learned the benefits of living simple. He knew the sword wasn't charged up and so was nearly useless against The Blood Beast, and so he slowly ran it across his pinky finger. As it cut through his flesh, the blade began to ring with an unearthly tone and glow with a pinkish light. He winced after a moment and pulled away the blade from his now grey and shriveled finger.
"That's enough to get started..." he muttered to the spark-sword and loped off toward the curio shop.
The curio shop door slammed open an hour later, Ednath nearly falling into the room, his clothed tattered, his face covered in bloody scratches. The shop keep started and looked up at the man with a now brightly glowing green sword that shot off small shoots of energy around it.
"I need you to sell me a Parasitic Respite Pendant. Please, tell me you have one!" Ednath growled.
The shop keep turned around and grabbed a broom, "I had one a couple days ago..." the keep said as he began sweeping, "I sold it."
Ednath narrowed his eyes at the keep in suspicion, "Well, tell me who you sold it to, I will offer them everything I have!"
"Won't help you." the keep turned and smirked at him, "I sold it to a lady who dimension smuggles... there's no way to contact her."
Ednath stared at the corpulent man as he swept. He could tell the keep was trying to hold back a smirk. "How could you do that!?" the farmer yelled indignantly, "Its illegal to allow curative items to leave the citystate, much less the damned planet!"
"Why would I want a Parasitic Respite in my shop?" the keep broke out in the smile he was holding back and took a defiant step nearer to Ednath and his sword.
"I've had The Blood Beast in me for months and I've never felt better!" The store keep bellowed as he pulled the long black blade out of the secret hiding spot in his broom and lunged at Ednath.
Their battle lasted into the bright morning light.
for sale here:
Oscar Niemeyer: siège du Parti communiste français, Paris
In 1963 Niemeyer became an honorary member of the American Institute of Architects in the United States; the same year, he received the Lenin Peace Prize from the USSR. Who else can claim this kind of feat?
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Here is a more extended shot of the shelf with the little win-up toys and stuff. Above the wind up robots, there is a set of small clocks shaped like computers, and next to that is a little wind-up toy that came from Subways as part of a kid's-meal thing, related to the old, classic Schoolhouse Rock educational short cartoons they used to show on Saturday mornings in the 1970s. This one was from something called "Figure Eight" and was about a little girl ice-scating the number 8 a lot, or something of the sort. Anyway, it says "Figure Eight" on the side, and when wound up, would roll along a flat surface.
Obviously the rest of what you see is... well... books. Mostly stuff related to writing.
Somewhere behind the tiki and the wind-up fish (near the bottom of the picture), there is also a small, clear-plastic, yellow cat. About all you can see of it, though, is one little, thin leg behind the tiki, and maybe the edge of one (round) ear.
The car I built for Keith's "Zero Hour on Highway 44" diorama. It's my first attempt at building a car as an adult.
Burning Man 2009: Raygun Gothic Rocket. "It's not going anywhere," hollered somewhat indignantly from a slowly passing art car likely in response to the long, slow line to get in to see the interior of the rocket.