A useless, time-wasting distraction from the site staggeringbeauty.com
This entry is weird only in the fact that it's happened to one of our own through the magic of the internet. The number in the title represents the number of times the photos in this person's on-line offering have been looked at by visitors to either the site itself, Google Maps, or Google Earth. The back story goes something like this:
Several years ago I posted a single, simple little photograph of a village lane
that could have been constructed a hundred, a thousand, or more years ago. To my surprise, it was, very quickly, viewed hundreds of times and I'm certain there weren't that many inhabitants of that village! A few year later I offered a nice little photo of a freshly painted iron bridge
in Southern Georgia. To date, that photo has been views (and hopefully enjoyed) over 1,500 times.
Many years ago I held a one-man photo exhibition of my B&W work that was critically acclaimed in a few news papers, inspired at least one budding photographer, and proved that one professor really didn't know everything he thought he did about photography. Oh, yea, and almost 200 people came to see the show. A whole TWO HUNDRED
As of today, I've been able to reach out 19,998 times to people all around the world. What an amazing thing that is both for me, as an artist, and for the person who's seen my offerings and been inspired to visit the places, or been given an opportunity to remember a good time in their life, or to just enjoy the photo for itself. What a rush!
If you'd like to view the photos you're most welcome to follow this link
. And, if you've got some photos you think people would like to see put them up share the fun.
It appears that the 126 year old cold case of Jack the Ripper
has been solved by DNA testing. A shawl that was alleged to have been found next to Catherine Eddowes, one of the Ripper's victims, carries mitochondrial DNA profiles from both Eddowes' line and the familial line of one of the Ripper suspects. Polish immigrant Aaron Kosminski, who subsequently spent his later years in mental asylums, lived in the area of the killings, and was a suspect, left his DNA behind on a bloody shawl. That shawl turned out to be a time capsule for justice.
Maybe Chuck has deemed "animals inherit estate" stories NO LONGER WEIRD. But such was not the case in 1966.
Original article here.
Canadian tax dollars at work!
Back in 1984 (source: Montreal Gazette - Oct 17, 1984
), the Canada Council gave the following grants to fund Canadian artists who had "innovative" projects:
Jim Freedman got $4,885 to write a book on "professional wrestling as it relates to small towns, offering reasons for its decline in popularity."
Richard Lyle Hills received $3,125 to write "a collection of short stories examining the lives and values of those who work at construction jobs."
Joanne Claire was granted $8,200 to write "a book which questions the beliefs and assumptions upon which our lives are based."
Daniel Boudereau and Helene Cosette got $14,700 to develop "a performance integrating movement and color by acrobats inside a multi-chambered cubic structure."
Thirty years later, what became of these projects? The only one I could track down was Jim Freedman's wrestling book, which was published by Crowbar Press
in 1988 as Drawing Heat
). And it actually sounds like an interesting book.
But all the other projects — nada. Did they actually produce anything with the money given to them?
Would you pay 'a few hundred dollars' for high risk brain surgery on a gold fish
? Well, this pet's owner felt it was worth the expense. George came though just fine. If you'd like to see more pictures they are available on yahoo images
Go ahead and pee there all you want. Scientists give it an official thumbs up!
Caution: some brief flashes of bare bosoms--a tactic which seems to constitute the entirety of the performer's artistic armory--in video and at the link..
More info here.
In Vienna, Austria someone set a bucket full of feces
to explode when a line was tripped at a spot where police regularly park to watch for speeders. The police officer who tripped it was covered in poo from six and a half feet away. He wasn't injured except perhaps his dignity.
One of those vintage ads that promised easy money by starting a home animal-breeding program, such as raising giant frogs
. I wonder if anyone who responded to one of these ads ever did end up making money from the hamsters or frogs. Source: Popular Mechanics, 1950