Gaza City: August 8th, 2014
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Gaza City: August 8th, 2014
(via @michaelmuseums: “The moment of discovery of Boy Wonder at Delphi July 1 1893 #Antinous #Hadrian My all time favourite archaeology pic”)
"The Delphi Antinous was found in July 1893 during the excavations done by the archaeologist Théophile Homolle and the École Française d’Athènes, close the temple of Apollo, and it was discovered still standing upright as seen in this photo taken as the statue was being unearthed.
The statue, lovingly polished for centuries, was, in some Barbarian incursion, toppled over, loosing both arms, Afterwards, however, it was gently raised and re-erected without its arms in another chapel further up the sacred way.
Sometime later, some followers of Antinous lovingly buried the statue, standing upright, to preserve it from being completely destroyed by Christian iconoclasts, after Theodosius I in 380 declared Christianity the only legitimate imperial religion and fostered the destruction of the Temple of Apollo of Delphi.
The site was completely destroyed by zealous Christians in an attempt to remove all traces of Paganism — and of the Religion of Antinous, the last of the Classical Gods…”
— from here
Trevor Paglen - They Watch the Moon (2010)
"This photograph depicts a classified ‘listening station’ deep in the forests of West Virginia.
The station is located at the center of the National Radio Quiet Zone, a region of approximately 34,000 square kilometers in West Virginia and parts of Maryland.
Within the Quiet Zone, radio transmissions are severely restricted: omnidirectional and high-powered transmissions (such as wireless internet devices and FM radio stations) are not permitted.
The listening station, which forms part of the global ECHELON system, was designed in part to take advantage of a phenomenon called moonbounce.
Moonbounce involves capturing communications and telemetry signals from around the world as they escape into space, hit the moon, and are reflected back towards Earth.
The photograph is a long exposure under the full moon light.”
fuck yeah Trevor Paglen dot everything
…More about life inside the Quiet Zone.
The crews of two doomed Predators that crashed in 2008 and 2009 told investigators that their respective planes had been “possessed” and plagued by “demons.”
Met a pilot the other day who referred me to the aviation maintenance acronym PFM, which actually stands for “pure fucking magic”. Typically used when a system with incomprehensible errors is turned off, let sit for a few minutes, and turned back on to work perfectly. Fixed via PFM.
Also see etymology of pilot parlance: gremlins. No, not the 80s movie, but dating back to pre-WWII.
we must increase the production of Lenins without delay
…A huge volume of information, channeled very narrowly.
"Successful people no longer ‘win’ anything in our culture. They take it. Take it, steal it, hack it, fuck it, pink slip it, bury it, break it, throw it away and buy another. You can’t afford another one? Steal it, dumbass. No one’s going to give it to you. Like Coach said: If you want it, you have to take it.
That attitude isn’t just guiding some out-of-control youth football program in Texas. It’s guiding our government, our financial institutions, and our corporations. It’s cutting funding for our schools. It’s trying to gut food stamps, unemployment, and Social Security. It’s letting our infrastructure rot. It’s minting money on charter schools and private prisons…
…So if you want to get a degree in Social Work? Fine, whatever. Plenty of schools will take your tuition money; hell, we’ll even lend it to you, and you can spend a couple of decades paying it back with interest. You want to make a living wage after you graduate? Fuck you, loser. Go back and get an MBA. If you can help a global corporation sell more burgers, you might be worthy of a decent living. Otherwise, you flip burgers for minimum wage, and raise your kids in poverty.”
— Susan Schorn, from a pretty standard review of Friday Night Tykes that turns into something else entirely.
Cig Harvey, Sadie and the Mirror, Lake Megunticook, Maine, 2013
Title: [WITH PATIENT LAND BELOW]
April 16th 2014, 3:09:00 am
i am scared of the future and the people i love are unfamiliar to me. i feel like ive suddenly started dreaming and i wonder how or if i ever sincerely cared about anything. i feel disconnected.
“I’ve made a bot that ‘likes’ everything on Facebook,” said Julien Deswaef […]
While it sounds an easy project to execute, it turns out that Facebook has its own scripts programmed to penalise ruthless automation. Because of this, Julien has had to mimic the sporadic interactions of humans to keep the bot under the radar. The artist has also had to forfeit his own Facebook account to the bot — you could interpret this as performance art, but Julien calls it software art. Many of his friends instantly complained about having everything liked by him. I follow him/it on Facebook, and yes it’s frustrating, but it is only irritating because it holds up a mirror of how pathetic your Facebook life really is; the bot likes every single mundane trace you leave on the site.”