New Years is upon us, and so many of us will be attending parties
tonight. I know I'll be taking my tuxedo out of mothballs and awing the
young'uns when I hit the dance floor with my patented Watusi moves. I hope you have a good New Years Eve as well.
Sir Muirhead Bone was a 20th century Scottish etcher and watercolorist. He primarily focused on architectural subjects. However, in WWI he was appointed as an official British war artist. These drawings and prints are from his WWI artwork.
It is Christmas Eve and so one could reflect on the true meaning of the holiday. Either that or, depending on your family's tradition of whether you open presents tonight or tomorrow, you could greedily focus on the gifts instead.
And I don't mean the 'tis better to give than receive' blithering of do-gooders, I mean the stuff you'll get. Will it be your heart's desire, some junk headed to the back of your closet, or a lump of coal? Well, Santa has been spying on you all year so you better -- like I'll have to -- rely on his mercy over your year of foibles.
Regardless of the quality of your gift haul, have a Merry Christmas. Oh... and Peace on Earth and all that too.
Just before Christmas I have a different TGIF music video post. I figure we've
all heard the usual Christmas songs about a gazillion times, so I post
Japanese Christmas songs for a change.
While strictly speaking, not a holiday, Christmas is popular in Japan.
However, since Japan is Shinto and Buddhist it is does not have religious
trappings. The Christian elements have been stripped out and only the secular
remain: Santa Claus, decorations, presents, snowmen, jingle bells and so
forth.
Christmas day will feature a family dinner, often times and oddly enough a
bucket of KFC fried chicken. However, Christmas Eve has morphed into a couples' holiday akin to
Valentines Day. That is why a lot of their Christmas music ends up being sappy
love songs like the one above (and what sort of a dope proposes with an
empty ring box?).
The video below shows the travails of dateless salary men on Christmas Eve. Of
course, Japan being Japan, nobody does ridiculous quite as well as Japanese
girl bands, and so we follow with a few of those, ending with my favorite which starts frantically and only gets more insane.
Christmas brings to mind the North Pole and Santa's sweatshop workshop. That, through a fairly convoluted path, brings us to Hubert Wilkins' 1931 attempt to reach the North Pole via a WWI submarine. The above video documents his expedition. It had a lot of problems and didn't succeed, but he did manage to bring his ship and crew back to Norway. It's a very interesting story.
Coffee. The first cup of it in the morning elevates it to nectar of the gods territory. Throughout the day it provides a pick-me-up and a drink to gossip over when on breaks. These are paintings of coffee, sometime just coffee in a cup, sometimes being savored.
This is a film from sometimes in the 1950s showing an automated assembly line machining engine blocks and other parts. The automation was largely controlled by limit switchs. While they work well, once set up there is very little flexibility in the processes of an assembly line. Modern computer-controlled switching can be more generalized, changing tasks on the fly as needed.
Popular Mechanics, first published in 1902, is a magazine that focuses on science, technology, machines, DIY projects, cars, planes, rockets, tools and the like. At one time it was widely read, but as with most periodicals, the internet has cut into its domain. It is still published. Its articles about future cutting edge technology were frequently ridiculous, and from the looks of things that hasn't changed.
These images of covers from the 20th century are from the Internet Archive. There are many more covers in their archive.
USS Utah (BB-31) seen from her memorial She was hit by two
torpedoes and sunk during the attack (click image to enlarge)
On the morning of December 7, 1941, I had relieved the watch in the
port engine room [of the USS Utah]. I had been on watch about 20 minutes
when the first torpedo hit the ship on the port side. It was about 5 or
8 minutes before I could hear someone hollering that the Japanese were
attacking us.
I ran up the ladder to the third deck. On the port side was our
sleeping quarters, and water was already washing over my bunk. I went to
the starboard side of the ship, went up to the second deck to our locker
room and mess hall. There were several other men there. One asked if he
should take his dress blue uniform with him. I told him he wouldn't be
needing that for a good while.
I grabbed an extra pair of dungarees, a carton of cigarettes, and went
on topside. A friend and I sat down on the side of the ship and slid
into the water. We swam to Ford Island where we were picked up by a
party. They took us to the USS California to unload ammunition. That
evening, we were taken to an ammunition ship that was tied up at the
docks in the shipyard. We spent the night there. -- Cecil Camp
This video shows a family preparing, cooking and eating hornets in rural Nepal. Like many of these types of videos I suspect it is largely staged. I think the hovel they supposedly live in is actually a set, and they live elsewhere. Still, it an interesting video and certainly an exotic dish.
The first power plants were built in 1882. They produced the electricity which was then distributed by a grid of wires. Since then, the power stations and the grid to support them have expanded enormously. Power lines are a ubiquitous and little considered part our landscape. Of course, power lines and the poles that support them have been captured by artists, sometimes as an aside in a landscape painting, sometimes as the main subject.
Since it is in the middle of a long weekend Good Friday's TGIF music video is a bit different. A few years ago, before the inevitable onslaught of December's Christmas music, I decided to play some Thanksgiving music. Much to my horror I discovered there was no such genre, so I decided to create a catalog of Thanksgiving music to correct that grievous oversight.
The first song added to the catalog was Thanks for the Memory. Well, another year has passed and once again I've been far too indifferent busy to add to the catalog. Maybe next year I'll finally get around to adding a second tune to the Thanksgiving music corpus, but in the meantime we get to enjoy Thanks for the Memory again, this time by Dave Pell.
I'm not sure why this turkey is so happy to be carrying that carving knife. I guess turkeys are just stupid. Also, is the pumpkin lingering from Halloween? Whatever the reasons, have a good Thanksgiving full of food, family and football (real football, not that boring stuff the rest of the World watches and mistakenly calls football).
All's fair in love, war, and Thanksgiving dinners. A young lady striding along with a turkey, an axe, and a demented smile tells you all you need to know about the fate of this feathered friend. She'll be thankful, him not so much.
Ludovic Bassarab (1868–1933) was a Romanian artist who studied in Germany and France. He returned to Romania and primarily painted scenes of rural life in that country. His brush work is often heavy, and he frequently employs a simple pallet of colors in his works. I like his focus on everyday scenes and common people. You really get a feeling for a specific time and place from his paintings.
Above is a snippet from the movie High School Confidential showing a beatnik babe reciting some beatnik poetry accompanied by a jazz band.
Every generation, when they're first entering adulthood have little money and face entry-level jobs. From their youth ghettos the more artistic of them cook-up their own style. Beatniks were from the 1950s, followed by hippies in the 1960/70s. Gen X, busy as they always are whining about every other generational cohort were their usual nondescript selves. The Millennials gave us the ever-entertaining hipsters, and I guess the latest group is giving us TikTok nonsense. It's just part of youth and is all good.
David de Coninck was a 17th century Flemish artist. He specialized in painting animals. He started his career in Antwerp and moved first to Paris, then later to Rome before returning to Antwerp via Vienna. Unlike the later Romanticists, and for that matter our day, his animals were not cute and idyllic, instead his view of nature was red in fang and claw.
The water sings along our keel,
The wind falls to a whispering breath;
I look into your eyes and feel No fear of life or death;
So near is love, so far away
The losing strife of yesterday.
We watch the swallow skim and dip;
Some magic bids the world be still;
Life stands with finger upon lip;
Love hath his gentle will;
Though hearts have bled, and tears have burned,
The river floweth unconcerned.
We pray the fickle flag of truce
Still float deceitfully and fair;
Our eyes must love its sweet abuse;
This hour we will not care,
Though just beyond to-morrow's gate,
Arrayed and strong, the battle wait.