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February 14, 2010
Despite my absolute fidelity to Sade's text, I have however introduced an absolutely new element: the action instead of taking place in eighteenth-century France, takes place practically in our own time, in Salò, around 1944, to be exact. (some links extremely NSFW)
posted by Joe Beese at 8:23 PM PST - 95 comments
Anglophone Montrealers open and close lights, fall pregnant, get a coffee, go to vernissages, eat on the terrasse, and get cash at the guichet. Francophone Montreals, if they are lucky, have un chum or une blonde who is not only smooth but also le fun. Basically English (and its three main 'ethnolects' here, British, Jewish, and Italian) and French get all
interestingly mixed up.
[more inside]
posted by Salamandrous at 2:23 PM PST - 55 comments
I've never really had a clear understanding of how mechanical computing worked, until today when I watched these US Navy training films from 1953.
Part 1 focuses on shafts, gears, cams and differentials.
Part 2 explains mechanical component solvers, integrators and multipliers. More information about ship gun fire-control systems
here.
posted by drmanhattan at 2:04 PM PST - 28 comments
No one is drunk or under any narcotic influence, and yet all three men are moments away from what Fitzpatrick will later describe as "a mindfuck". A year on, Gibson concurs. "It left me with the sense that one of my basic anchors on reality had been ripped loose," he recalls. Wales still talks about the all-nighter with reverent awe:"It was amazing. It was a work of art. It was a thing of beauty."
It was, more specifically, a parlour game.
posted by empath at 10:44 AM PST - 85 comments
Valentines from E.B. White, Mark Twain, Katharine Hepburn, E. E. Cummings, Alexander Hamilton, and Zero Mostel. From libraries and archives around NYC, via the NYT (
more info here).
posted by Miko at 8:20 AM PST - 11 comments
'A site dedicated to songs about London. The only rules are that the songs must be brilliant and that the blindingly obvious numbers are excluded.'
The London Nobody Sings takes you on a musical tour of the capital, by
bus,
train and
tube, via
Camden Town,
Parliament Hill,
Portobello Road,
Shepherd's Bush,
Southall,
Tottenham and
Tooting Broadway. And if it's
too late to take the Underground? Don't worry, the
trams may have gone, but you can always catch the
Nightbus home.
posted by verstegan at 3:37 AM PST - 14 comments