I gotta Google it, a bit later … But think this is the macaque who messed with the camera and took his own selfies…
The photographer published the images, but PETA sued on behalf of the monkey, saying he took the pictures, so he owned the copyright, and payment should belong to him, to help care for the macaques.
This was during the time that Teddy Roosevelt was president, and sending the US Navy on a peacetme tour, around the world.
The ships were painted write, to symbolize peace. It had the stated purpose of displaying good will, dissipating tensions and making allies, but, you know, just in case…it also served to display US Naval might.
There was a lot of naval symbolism in art at the time…a lot of pride in “The Great White Fleet.” I’m thinking this John E Sheridan cover, of a sailor maybe writing home, being on the Sunday magazine of a major newspaper, might be part of all that.
I actually wonder how she can brush it… I mean, she obviously does … But does she ever make any strokes that start on top and go all the way to the bottom?
She must have to grab handfuls near the bottom, brush them out, and then start a little higher for the next round.
But at some point, the strokes must stop partway down, and I wonder if that feels unfinished.
And… probably no one knows what I’m talking about.
But I have what most people would call long hair, much shorter than hers… and I think I’d feel frustrated by not being able to brush the full length.
My wife’s hair is very wavy, and quite a ways down her back. Nowdays when we’re in the shower, she washes and rinses it, but then I apply the conditioner and use a large toothed comb to distribute the conditioner and remove any leftover snarls (although she’s usually brushed them out already). I try to make sure that the brushing goes from the top to the bottom after the tangles are out. Then it’s ‘pull it to the side and let it sit for awhile’ while I scrub her back.
Well, she isn’t really identified, so it’s hard to say.
“Cometes” is just the title of the photo.
But I do think it’s a female creature, probably a human woman. If it’s in the same family as Cousin It, it might be Cousin Itsa, or whatever a girl cousin might be named.
The double lines defined which numbers are to be included, but that falls apart when you look at the doubled top of the 6, which is shared with no other number.
And some people might also see a 3 in the 8…. I didn’t, but when it’s literally this sketchy, who could argue?
I remember reading about this before, not because of this picture….
When the actual “Bob” of Bob’s Big Boy, in California, started franchising, he didn’t require his franchisees to use his name.
Kind of a strange idea… But they could use their own names, like Joe’s Big Boy, or I suppose Susan’s Big Boy… Maybe even Susan’s Big Girl.
So Frisch’s actually was a Bob’s Big Boy… But being a very early franchisee, and covering a huge territory in the Midwest, they were allowed to change some things on the menu, and design their own statue, and eventually have a bunch of subfranchisees.
Over the years it got really complicated… I think Bob’s went bankrupt, and Frisch’s sold their restaurants, and everything went back and forth between different companies… But they still exist in the Midwest, and they’re still related somehow to what’s left of Bob’s.
You’d think it would be possible to link them together and build a lot of breakwaters or other useful projects. Then you look at Osborne Reef, and realize that it would be a disaster. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osborne_Reef
Famed professor of archeology, mild-mannered explorer (though I’m not totally buying it, what with the whip and that hat. Besides, if he’s so brilliant, I’d think he’d have better taste in beer.)
But in any case, this is where the big adventure begins…. Being awakened from a nap in his book-lined office, by a call for help that he just couldn’t turn down.
It gets off to a slow start… Only a few tiny differences between the first two panels…. After all, he hasn’t left the room yet….
When I saw this picture I realised it was a classic example of why we here in the UK call Sidewalks, Pavements. The pedestrian walkways are paved, with flagstones, and the roadway is cobbled. Some roads would have been brick. Where I was born, the roads had been tarmacked by that time, but the pavements were the original limestone slabs (Not concrete slabs), and the kerb edging were granite blocks. The road surface in the picture looks like it has been dressed with Tarmac (Once), but underneath that would be the original cobbled/brick surface.
For those interested, the industrial plant across the river is a Power Station. There is probably an additional chimney out of sight to the left of the five we can see, which would indicate there are three boilerhouses. The station would have been coal fired, and cooled from the river, no cooling towers. Very typical of the type of station being built across the country at the time, designed in the 1930’s. The station at Cliff Quay in Ipswich, Suffolk, was planned around the same time, but construction was delayed because of the Second Small Global Disagreement, and only competed in the 1950’s.
When I was a kid, we lived on a hill, and the road out front was a main thoroughfare, heavy trolley buses, lots of trucks and cars. With the bus stop right outside our door, we would often see the brick underlay under the failed/failing asphalt. And to me, those bricks never failed, and I have no idea how thick they were, but surface area was about 12″ X 8″ (???). This was around 1959-1964. Those were built to last!
The problem with your explanation for Americans of the British use of “pavement”, is that we don’t call flagstones pavement.
We would say a path (or sidewalk or whatever) is “paved with flagstones,” and the stones are sold as “pavers” or “paving stones”, but we still wouldn’t call the finished path “the pavement”.
We might say “a stone path” or “a flagstone walkway”, but “the pavement” to us means something spread with a hard coating, like concrete or asphalt.
So it’s just the opposite of what you say.
An English mother, AFAIK, might say “get out of the road… walk on the pavement”. The American ones say “get off the pavement.. stay on the sidewalk”.
Actually, though, we also say pavement for things like the concrete area of the playground, as opposed to the grass, and occasionally for the sidewalk surface, just to distinguish it from any unpaved portion.
They can be bricks here, too… but they can be flagstones, or molded shapes of concrete, or aggregate, which is concrete with pebbles in it. Anything you’d set into a path, or a patio.
The ad or sign will say “brick pavers”, or whatever.
The best guitarist you’ve never heard of … Eric Johnson.
On the one hand he makes me want to pick up my guitar and play and on the other hand I feel like just putting my guitar back in it’s case and forget about it.
Those 2 are super ..I’d never heard of them before.
There’s nothing more fun than zoning out in a solo and completely forgetting the song you’re playing and just going along with the chord progressions. That was a great choice of a song.
Tremendous picking on a great song. I’ve always heard Caravan as a slow. almost plodding, tune intended to evoke the pace at which a caravan of camels crosses the desert. In other words, ill-suited to the acoustic guitar with its inability to sustain a note for very long. But these two solve that problem by turning away from the song’s origins and turning it into a sprint for the finish. Standing O.
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Grandpa!
I gotta Google it, a bit later … But think this is the macaque who messed with the camera and took his own selfies…
The photographer published the images, but PETA sued on behalf of the monkey, saying he took the pictures, so he owned the copyright, and payment should belong to him, to help care for the macaques.
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that is one tall streetcar!
My first thought too
And probably my second and third, till it registered.
If I’m correct on the style of the tram (Streetcar), then this is Hong Kong.
Yes, it is.
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This was during the time that Teddy Roosevelt was president, and sending the US Navy on a peacetme tour, around the world.
The ships were painted write, to symbolize peace. It had the stated purpose of displaying good will, dissipating tensions and making allies, but, you know, just in case…it also served to display US Naval might.
There was a lot of naval symbolism in art at the time…a lot of pride in “The Great White Fleet.” I’m thinking this John E Sheridan cover, of a sailor maybe writing home, being on the Sunday magazine of a major newspaper, might be part of all that.
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I think it’s still there, in the same spot!
Bet they lost the Communist stars though!
I’ve never been to that building, but I think Macy’s still uses a big red star on their catalogs, and in some of their advertising.
Funny, it never occurred to me to associate it with communism, though I can see that some night
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100 brush strokes on that head of hair might take a looong time!
I actually wonder how she can brush it… I mean, she obviously does … But does she ever make any strokes that start on top and go all the way to the bottom?
She must have to grab handfuls near the bottom, brush them out, and then start a little higher for the next round.
But at some point, the strokes must stop partway down, and I wonder if that feels unfinished.
And… probably no one knows what I’m talking about.
But I have what most people would call long hair, much shorter than hers… and I think I’d feel frustrated by not being able to brush the full length.
My wife’s hair is very wavy, and quite a ways down her back. Nowdays when we’re in the shower, she washes and rinses it, but then I apply the conditioner and use a large toothed comb to distribute the conditioner and remove any leftover snarls (although she’s usually brushed them out already). I try to make sure that the brushing goes from the top to the bottom after the tangles are out. Then it’s ‘pull it to the side and let it sit for awhile’ while I scrub her back.
I got so into thinking about her hair, I forgot to post….
The photo is titled “Cometes” … Greek for Long Haired, and it was taken in Prague by Tereza Zelenkova.
It’s from the same exhibition where she showed her photo of Sigmund Freud’s chair.
So it’s not cousin It? 😉
Well, she isn’t really identified, so it’s hard to say.
“Cometes” is just the title of the photo.
But I do think it’s a female creature, probably a human woman. If it’s in the same family as Cousin It, it might be Cousin Itsa, or whatever a girl cousin might be named.
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The 2010 eruption of the Eyjafjallajökull (say that 3 times fast) volcano in Iceland.
Yikes we posted the same thing at the same time!
As they say. “Great minds think alike”. 🙂
Just be aware that the second part of that saying is:
“But fools rarely differ”……. 😉
Thx. I never knew that.
This huge furry beast is actually volcanic ash from the 2010 eruption of Eyjafjllajokull volcano in Iceland.
The eruption that grounded international flights and prevented my brother from flying back to the UK from the US to attend our father’s funeral.
A photo that says “Get the %&!# out of here NOW!”
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This is
the only man identified so far in my search
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They gotta quit putting that teddy bear in the dryer!
Good one (chuckle).
Comfort is where you find it.
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I have no idea what’s happening but (s)he’s cute.
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As I also did when I first looked at it
Ah, you’re right!
That’s what I got too.
And some people might also see a 3 in the 8…. I didn’t, but when it’s literally this sketchy, who could argue?
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Looks like Bob’s Big Boy out here on the left coast.
I remember reading about this before, not because of this picture….
When the actual “Bob” of Bob’s Big Boy, in California, started franchising, he didn’t require his franchisees to use his name.
Kind of a strange idea… But they could use their own names, like Joe’s Big Boy, or I suppose Susan’s Big Boy… Maybe even Susan’s Big Girl.
So Frisch’s actually was a Bob’s Big Boy… But being a very early franchisee, and covering a huge territory in the Midwest, they were allowed to change some things on the menu, and design their own statue, and eventually have a bunch of subfranchisees.
Over the years it got really complicated… I think Bob’s went bankrupt, and Frisch’s sold their restaurants, and everything went back and forth between different companies… But they still exist in the Midwest, and they’re still related somehow to what’s left of Bob’s.
The one near me became a Pho Ha Plus. Surprisingly, they didn’t keep the statue. {^¿*}
They didn’t paint his hair black and turn the burger into a bowl of pho?
Maybe I should suggest it.
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Used tires?
Yep.
Said to be the world’s largest tire graveyard, in Sulaibiya, Kuwait,
Containing about 7 million tires, it can be seen from space.
You’d think it would be possible to link them together and build a lot of breakwaters or other useful projects. Then you look at Osborne Reef, and realize that it would be a disaster.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osborne_Reef
well, just don’t look at Osborne Reef
I wonder how big a mountain you could build with 7 million tires. It would probably be big enough to affect the weather in some areas.
We’re not in Kansas anymore. Um…yes, I think we are.
It looks like a box of 1/8th inch o-rings.
A real big box!
Indiana Bones!
Famed professor of archeology, mild-mannered explorer (though I’m not totally buying it, what with the whip and that hat. Besides, if he’s so brilliant, I’d think he’d have better taste in beer.)
But in any case, this is where the big adventure begins…. Being awakened from a nap in his book-lined office, by a call for help that he just couldn’t turn down.
It gets off to a slow start… Only a few tiny differences between the first two panels…. After all, he hasn’t left the room yet….
Can you find all nine?
Found eight really quickly, but then it took me ages to locate the final one.
Schwing!
Found 9, then double checked to be sure that it wasn’t 10 (I’ve done that before).
Clara Street, Benwell, Newcastle, UK, 1950, photo by Bert Hardy.
When I saw this picture I realised it was a classic example of why we here in the UK call Sidewalks, Pavements. The pedestrian walkways are paved, with flagstones, and the roadway is cobbled. Some roads would have been brick. Where I was born, the roads had been tarmacked by that time, but the pavements were the original limestone slabs (Not concrete slabs), and the kerb edging were granite blocks. The road surface in the picture looks like it has been dressed with Tarmac (Once), but underneath that would be the original cobbled/brick surface.
For those interested, the industrial plant across the river is a Power Station. There is probably an additional chimney out of sight to the left of the five we can see, which would indicate there are three boilerhouses. The station would have been coal fired, and cooled from the river, no cooling towers. Very typical of the type of station being built across the country at the time, designed in the 1930’s. The station at Cliff Quay in Ipswich, Suffolk, was planned around the same time, but construction was delayed because of the Second Small Global Disagreement, and only competed in the 1950’s.
When I was a kid, we lived on a hill, and the road out front was a main thoroughfare, heavy trolley buses, lots of trucks and cars. With the bus stop right outside our door, we would often see the brick underlay under the failed/failing asphalt. And to me, those bricks never failed, and I have no idea how thick they were, but surface area was about 12″ X 8″ (???). This was around 1959-1964. Those were built to last!
The problem with your explanation for Americans of the British use of “pavement”, is that we don’t call flagstones pavement.
We would say a path (or sidewalk or whatever) is “paved with flagstones,” and the stones are sold as “pavers” or “paving stones”, but we still wouldn’t call the finished path “the pavement”.
We might say “a stone path” or “a flagstone walkway”, but “the pavement” to us means something spread with a hard coating, like concrete or asphalt.
So it’s just the opposite of what you say.
An English mother, AFAIK, might say “get out of the road… walk on the pavement”. The American ones say “get off the pavement.. stay on the sidewalk”.
Actually, though, we also say pavement for things like the concrete area of the playground, as opposed to the grass, and occasionally for the sidewalk surface, just to distinguish it from any unpaved portion.
“Two Nations separated by a common language.”
Meanings shift and evolve, and “pavers” over here, are bricks.
They can be bricks here, too… but they can be flagstones, or molded shapes of concrete, or aggregate, which is concrete with pebbles in it. Anything you’d set into a path, or a patio.
The ad or sign will say “brick pavers”, or whatever.
New Tattoo, for Caturday.
They can do amazing things with transplants now.
I thought maybe she’d gotten into the leftover can of tabby paint.
Groove-Billed Ani (Crotophaga sulcirostris).
Wow, man…. groovy!
Ok boomer
The best guitarist you’ve never heard of … Eric Johnson.
On the one hand he makes me want to pick up my guitar and play and on the other hand I feel like just putting my guitar back in it’s case and forget about it.
He’s great! Here’s a bit of acoustic that may send you down another youtube rabbit hole:
Those 2 are super ..I’d never heard of them before.
There’s nothing more fun than zoning out in a solo and completely forgetting the song you’re playing and just going along with the chord progressions. That was a great choice of a song.
Tremendous picking on a great song. I’ve always heard Caravan as a slow. almost plodding, tune intended to evoke the pace at which a caravan of camels crosses the desert. In other words, ill-suited to the acoustic guitar with its inability to sustain a note for very long. But these two solve that problem by turning away from the song’s origins and turning it into a sprint for the finish. Standing O.