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A quick build for CactusBrick's Batman v Superman display. I saw the "legs" of the Black Zero sitting on my desk and the rest just followed.
This is a cross-eye freeview stereographic picture - cross your eyes to see it in 3D. If it doesn't quite mesh, tilt your head (slowly) from side to side until it does.
Milking the quantum vacuum this morning… Now, it’s just a hop, skip and a jump to the robo-villain in The Incredibles.
(funny that zero point energy was one of the main things I noted in my short review of the PIXAR premiere four years ago. Elastigirl had me mesmerized…=)
"My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing"
Bob Dylan
Taken April 2, 2008 from my kitchen. You can see the steel pillars for Freedom Tower at the very right of this photo, midway down. Beneath that is this silver roof; that is the new temporary PATH station that just opened this week. You can see people streaming out of the old PATH station with the huge white awning toward the left.
To the right of that white awning, you can see workers have constructed a ramp down to the bottom floor of the bathtub for construction vehicles. You can see the wooden supports. That is probably the newest thing going on at the site, aside from the new PATH station opening.
Catalog #: 01_00085687
Title: Mitsubishi, A6M, Zero
Corporation Name: Mitsubishi
Official Nickname: Zero
Additional Information: Japan
Designation: A6M
Tags: Mitsubishi, A6M, Zero
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
Catalog #: 01_00085537
Title: Mitsubishi, A6M, Zero
Corporation Name: Mitsubishi
Official Nickname: Zero
Additional Information: Japan
Designation: A6M
Tags: Mitsubishi, A6M, Zero
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
Joe Knowles (1869-1942)
Joe Knowles, a skilled artist and relentless self-promoter moved to Seaview, Washington, after a notorious scandal on the East Coast.
Knowles has been called one of the nation's early reality performers. Before considering his art, it's worth exploring the chapter in his life that led him to pull up stakes back East and move to an isolated village on Washington's Long Beach Peninsula.
Here's the story.
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[In 1913], Joe Knowles stripped down to his jockstrap, said goodbye to civilization, and marched off into the woods to prove his survival skills. He was the reality star of his day. For eight weeks, rapt readers followed his adventures in the Boston Post. He returned home to a hero’s welcome. That’s when things got interesting.
The expedition began on a drizzly August morning, in a sort of no-man’s land outside tiny Eustis, Maine. The spot was some 30 miles removed from the nearest rail line, just north of Rangeley Lake, and east of the Quebec border. Knowles showed up at his starting point, the head of the Spencer Trail, wearing a brown suit and a necktie. A gaggle of reporters and hunting guides circled him.
Knowles stripped to his jockstrap. Someone handed him a smoke, cracking, “Here’s your last cigarette.” Knowles savored a few meditative drags. Then he tossed the butt on the ground, cried, “See you later, boys!,” and set off over a small hill named Bear Mountain, moving toward Spencer Lake, 3 or 4 miles away. As soon as he lost sight of his public, he lofted the jockstrap into the brush—so that he could enjoy, as he would later put it in one of his birch-bark dispatches, “the full freedom of the life I was to lead.”
If Knowles made himself sound like Tarzan, it was perhaps intentional. One of the most popular stories in Knowles’s day was Tarzan of the Apes, an Edgar Rice Burroughs novella. Published in 1912 in the pulp magazine All-Story, it starred a wild boy who goes “swinging naked through primeval forests.” The story was such a hit that in 1914 it was bound into book form.
Pulp magazines (so named because they were published on cheap wood-pulp paper) represented a new literary form, born in 1896. They offered working-class Americans an escape into rousing tales of life in the wilderness. Bearing titles like Argosy, Cavalier, and the Thrill Book, they took cues from Jack London, whose bestselling novels, among them The Call of the Wild (1903) and White Fang (1906), saw burly men testing their mettle in the wild. They were also influenced by Teddy Roosevelt, who insisted that modern man needed to avoid “over-sentimentality” and “over-softness” while living in cities. “Unless we keep the barbarian virtue,” Roosevelt argued, “gaining the civilized ones will be of little avail.”
On the morning of October 5, the Post’s front page blared, “KNOWLES, CLAD IN SKINS, COMES OUT OF THE FOREST.” A subhead continued, “Boston Artist, Two Months a ‘Primitive Man,’ Steps into the Twentieth Century near Megantic, Province of Québec.” Subsequent copy read, “Tanned like an Indian, almost black from exposure to the sun…. Scratched and bruised from head to foot by briars and underbrush…. Upper garment sleeveless. Had no underwear.”
Picked up nationwide, the Post’s piece explained that Knowles had just traversed the most inhospitable portion of the Maine woods, after which, when he had emerged on the outskirts of Megantic, he had made his first human contact—a young girl he had found standing by the railroad track. “And the child of 14, wild-eyed, stared at him,” the story said, “and into her mind came the memory of a picture of a man of the Stone Age in a history book.”
Not everyone believed the story. In late October, after he had returned to civilization, an editorial in the Hartford Courant wondered whether “the biggest fake of the century has been palmed off on a credulous public.” Meanwhile, a reporter from the rival Boston American had begun working on a long story about Knowles. The paper specialized in blockbuster exposés, and its investigative bloodhound, Bert Ford, had spent seven weeks combing the woods around Spencer Lake, aided in his research by a man he would call “one of the ablest trappers in Maine or Canada,” Henry E. Redmond.
On December 2, in a front-page article, Ford went public with the explosive allegation that Knowles was a liar. He zeroed in on Knowles’s alleged bear killing, noting that the Nature Man’s bear pit was but 4 feet wide and 3 feet deep. In boldface, the story asserted, “It would have been physically impossible to trap a bear of any age or size in it.” Knowles’s club was likewise damning evidence. Found leaning against a tree, it was a rotting stub of moosewood that Ford easily chipped with his fingernails.
According to the Boston American, Knowles had a manager in the Maine woods, and also a guide who bought the bearskin from a trapper for 12 dollars. The bear had not been mauled, but rather shot. “I found four holes in the bear skin,” Ford averred after meeting Knowles and studying the very coat he was wearing. “Experts say these were bullet holes.”
Ford argued that Knowles’s Maine adventure was in fact an “aboriginal layoff.” He wasn’t gutting fish and weaving bark shoes, as the Post’s dispatches suggested. Rather, he was lounging about in a log cabin at the foot of Spencer Lake and also occasionally entertaining a lady friend at a nearby cabin.
No matter; Knowles had gained the notoriety he needed to launch a national tour of speaking engagements, publish a book, and sell his artwork.
Prior to his notoriety for adventure, Knowles was an illustrator whose work graced the cover of numerous periodicals. The “Golden Age” of illustration was in full swing and Knowles’ artwork fit right in. By the early 1920s Knowles had settled in Seaview, Washington where he made his living from his paintings, prints and commissioned works.
His paintings, prints and drawings were widely collected and played an important role in this community where he spent the final decades of his career. “By placing his work in the context of early 20th century American art and illustration we hope that viewers will gain a better understanding of Joe Knowles as a creative and accomplished artist,” said CPHM Director and Curator, Betsy Millard.
www.bostonmagazine.com/news/2013/03/26/naked-joe-knowles-...
Showering in the Radisson Blu, Zurich airport.
Zero Image 6x9 MF loaded with Fuji Reala 100, exposure for the length of time to get me clean.
Cromer pier in the winter mist.
Zero 6x9MF Deluxe, Kodak Portra 160 VC.
Four minute exposure at EV9.
From my second roll in the Zero.
When building the Zero Suit, I wanted to make sure I matched the dimensions of the original model almost exactly. Her shoulders may seem a bit wide, but remember that Samus isn't some petite model (no matter what the more recent advertising will have you believe).
The village pond in Gressenhall, full despite the recent drought.
Zero Image 2000 loaded with Fuji Reala 100, two second exposure.
EDIT: Just realised the white balance was all screwy...I think this is better!
Zero poster for an exhibition of Finmar Hotelware 1961.
Zero was truly international. Born in Germany, he fought in the German army in WWI, spent three years as a student in the Berlin Kunstgewerbeschule, also working for the German Hagenbeck Film Co. designing sets and posters. He took off for New York on a tramp steamer, then freelanced from his own office on Madison Avenue. At that time his work was being published in Gebrauchsgraphik. Then back to Germany where he worked on American as well as other international accounts. Moved to London permanently in 1932. Visiting associate professor, Institute of Design and Technology Chicago and continued working until he died in 1976.
finally taken decent pics of this kit buided in 1993
Complete gallery at s405.photobucket.com/albums/pp139/bsyamato/modellismo/a6m zero 1-72/
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Zero did many designs for the London Transport and it was customary to hang two posters side by side 1935.
Photographed in San Francisco
January 22, 2011
I've been sick for about a week now, with a mild cold that turned into what is basically giant fits of coughs. I took two days off work and slept for most of 3 days (upright, of course, to lessen the severity of the coughing fits). I was getting stir crazy and needed to get out of the house, so I did some shooting and tried to enjoy the nice Bay Area weekend weather. Also, I had to get some brussels sprouts at Zero Zero. nom.