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"The sky is an apocalyptic mix of rainclouds, sun, rainbow, snow ghosts and I have no idea what day what month what year it actually is." — Miekal And, author of Bystander: An Irreality
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"The placid stream of my existence must mingle with the great river of my kindred that flowed underground, as it were, until it gushed forth at my feet and now bears me away – – –" — Gustav Meyrink, The Angel of the West Window
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Here's a charming moment from Genevieve (1953), dedicated to literary scalawag Jonathan Caws-Elwitt (who intoxicates us with the exuberance of his own velocity):
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"At this moment, with all the Magic Arts thrashing at the outer door, she is etched with stars." —J. Karl Bogartte, " The Perfect Crime" (For Clint Marsh)
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Ah, the good-old-days, when waiting for the next slide in a slide show was fraught with momentousness. The caption reads, "Just at that moment the showman thrust [emphasis ours] a fresh slide into his lantern, and presented to them another scene even more startling than the first." Today's Flash slide shows aren't nearly so flashy, eh? How can a showman thrust [emphasis ours again, though all this thrusting is admittedly wearing us out] a JPG? We're reminded of beloved British comedian Stewart Lee, who recently asked his audience if anyone was old enough to remember when there were actually things, like letters written on paper or music recorded onto plastic discs. This item from Frank Leslie's Illustrated, 1891, will forever make us pine for the nearly unbearable drama of magic lantern slides every time we open a lousy JPG.
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We discovered this curious "ghost in a candle" trick in an issue of The Strand from 1895.
Here's the explanation of the trick candle, "invented by a man as a rather peculiar surprise for a friend. He made that friend a present of some coloured wax candles, one of which contained the affair shown. The receiver was very fond of having a few candles of the coloured kind placed about his drawing-room, in candelabra, and was intensely surprised one night when one of those which he had thankfully accepted from his friend exploded with a loud 'bang,' after having burnt down about half-way, and revealed to view a miniature ghost, with outstretched arms, which had issued from the remaining portion of the candle. To say that the man was puzzled by so extraordinary an apparition is to incompletely describe his feelings. I wonder how the reader would accept such a crisis. I know that I should have been very much astonished. Yet the effect was produced in an exceedingly simple manner, as can be understood by examining the drawings. The lower half of the candle really consisted of a thin cardboard case, containing a spring and a small 'ghost' with spring-arms, which would fly apart immediately upon being released from their bondage. A small portion of gunpowder, separated by a disc of paper from the head of the 'ghost,' completed the apparatus. The outside of the cylinder was waxed to appear as but the continuation of the candle. When the flame burnt to the powder it naturally caused it to explode, and simultaneously with the discharge the spring forced the little image upwards. This device would make an effective toy, I am inclined to think, as the cylinder could be used as often as required, by fixing a half-candle properly to the top of it and concealing the join."
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"Let's do so well that it can't possibly be explained by our talent or our training." —the cruelly canceled yet deliriously hilarious Strangers with Candy
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At age 75, Katsuhika Hokusai timelined his artistic quest: "At the age of 73, I finally apprehended something of the true quality of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and of the vital nature of grasses and trees. Therefore at 80, I shall have made some progress, at 90 I shall have penetrated even further into the deeper meaning of things, at 100 I shall have become truly marvelous, and at 110, each dot, each line shall surely possess a life of its own." Vincent Van Gogh achieved Hokusai's dream at the age of 37. (Michael R. Zomber, Park Avenue, 2010)
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Playing on the old Zen chestnut, we ask: If a traffic light hangs at an intersection and there's no one there to see it, does it see red? Our favorite virtual traffic light answers this question here. (Thanks, Gordon!)
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We're honored to illustrate an article about L.A.'s mysterious public gardens. Our photo depicts the beautiful Descanso Gardens.
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