Ghosts of machines and houses

“I Saw Four Green Objects in a Formation”, ‘An interactive map of 15 years of UFO sightings.’ It’s been UFO week online. Salon contended that Ronald Reagan cared more about UFOs than AIDS and there was a smart, but ultimately rather obvious, hoax at the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem / Simon Menner’s photography project, ‘Images from the secret STASI archive‘ (via Conscientious Extended): ‘Due to the wonderful support by the BStU I was able to perform a very wide research in these Archives and I am able to show some images that present the viewpoint of the oppressor.’ The aesthetic appreciation of banality is very much a luxury of free democracy.


Some Good News from the World of Books: McSweeneys on small publishing in 2011 / Sculptures and installations by Jennifer Rubell / ‘The Coney Island Elephant was a hotel and brothel built in the shape of an elephant, and located on Coney Island’ / old maps of Scotland / Dancing Bull, a tumblr / Rumble Rumble, a tumblr / Desert Birds, photographs by Werner Bartscha / Leader of the Starry Skies, A Tribute To Tim Smith. Songbook 1.


No Tool is Gone, Under the Sun, a post about extinction, or lack of, in the world of technology, with much discussion about classification and technological genera. This comment stands out: ‘There’s still a place for microfilm. The work I did will still be in the archives of the Walters Art Museum in five hundred years, about four hundred fifty years after the last of the lousy digital “archives” have all faded or become corrupt. In five hundred years, you’ll need a computer whiz to recover that data. As to mine—you just need a magnifying glass—but that’s the victory of the salesman, selling ease and convenience with enough sunshine to drown the down-sides in a glossy glare of this-is-how-we-do-things-now.’ / related, storage is starting to become an issue, or rather the plethora of options is. Simple back-up drives are no longer sufficient, it seems, in an age of massive domestic NAS set-ups and large volume cloud storage offerings like Carbonite. The latter looks sufficiently intriguing to explore further.


A long but engrossing read about the economic travails of contemporary Ireland, a place of ghost estates and : When Irish Eyes Are Crying: ‘The wet hedgerows cultivated along the highway to hide the wet road from the wet houses now hide the wet houses from the wet road. picture of the village of the future, reads a dripping billboard with a picture of a village that will never be built. Randomly selecting a village that appears to be more or less finished, we pull off the road. It’s an exurb, without a suburb. GLEANN RIADA, reads the self-important sign in front. It’s a few dozen houses in a field, attached to nothing but each other, ending with unoccupied slabs of concrete buried in weeds.’


Lammerkowski, a weblog / the issue of contemporary citations and references / weblog about the four-wheeled ones that got away; next time, Bring a Trailer / more automotive archaeology: Dakota-Bar, Barns And Rotten Cars, photographs by Knut Wolfgang Maron / buy quirky Japanese automobiles at Japanoid / Poland’s fine brutalist Katowice Station was a bit run down, but nevertheless a sort of proto-Stansted in concrete. Sadly last month it was demolished / Pioneering Black Architects in North Carolina, a new page at Triangle Modernist.

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