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Like waterfalls, fire is hard to paint because its nature is that it is never static, rather it is ever changing. That is the fascination of sitting by a campfire. Still, artists have taken their brushes to it and tried to capture it essence. Below are campfires, hearths, wildfires, house fires, and even a dumpster fire. Enjoy.
This video discusses the problems and considerations of airport runway design and structure. The difference of the weight, due to fuel, of an airplane taking off and landing had never occurred to me. It is an interesting video.
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Philip Norman (1842–1931) was an English artist who focused on old London, to document it before it disappeared. His paintings were frequently accompanied by historical information about the buildings. His palette is rather muted as he is primarily interested in detailing the old buildings.
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1977 Ohio State University's Big Ear radio telescope picked up a very unusual signal that has come to be known as the WOW signal. It was extremely strong for cosmic radiation. Further, it was narrow band. Normal cosmic radiation is broadband, that is spread over several frequences, but the WOW signal was confined to a very narrow band.
It has long puzzled astronomers because there is no known source for such a signal. Terrestrial interference was considered and discarded, and other natural possibilities have also not held up.
Naturally an alien source has been a favorite of many. I'm not sure about that, I've watched enough 1950s sci-fi movies to know that aliens are always warning humans to knock-it-off before we create a super weapon that blows up the universe. It could be a declaration of war before they come to Earth to stomp us flatter than a pancake to save the cosmos. You never know.
Anyway, this video purports to have explain a natural cause for the WOW signal. They claim that it clears it all up, but we've heard that before.
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The Codex Laud, sometimes called the book of Death, is an Aztec illuminated religious book. Its creation predates the arrival of the Spanish. Its main theme is death and the afterlife. It features Aztec deities and is a calendar that lays out the rituals of their religion.
Its gods are unknown to us, and its imagery opaque, so it comes across to us as only being violent and bloodthirsty. Then again, that is usually the territory of hellfire.
The above video discusses the satirist Lucian of Samosata's work A True Story. In it, his protagonists get caught up in a whirlwind and get carried to the moon, where they get involved in a war between the Moon and the Sun over Venus.
Because it takes place in outer space, a lot of people call it the first science fiction story. I don't think that is accurate. I think he is actually lampooning old-timey travel books which had a tendency to add all sort of fanciful nonsense to the tales to boost interest and sales.
He also threw barbs at his contemporaries. One of his lines is "Plato was not there. It is said that he was living in an imaginary city under the constitution and laws that he himself wrote." So, it fits much more under the label of travel-writing satire and general lampoonery than science fiction. Still, it is interesting.
By the way, there are no women on the moon, so maybe it is actually a tragedy.
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My regular readers may recall that on my last vacation/fishing trip I had planned to do some whale hunting. Alas, my scheme was foiled by the TSA when they refused to allow me to board the airplane with my harpoon. Stupid bureaucrats. This post, in honor of my dream, shows artwork depicting whale hunts. Oh, what might have been.
From Moby Dick:
Now, with the subordinate phantoms, what wonder remained soon waned away; for in a whaler wonders soon wane. Besides, now and then such unaccountable odds and ends of strange nations come up from the unknown nooks and ash-holes of the earth to man these floating outlaws of whalers; and the ships themselves often pick up such queer castaway creatures found tossing about the open sea on planks, bits of wreck, oars, whale-boats, canoes, blown-off Japanese junks, and what not; that Beelzebub himself might climb up the side and step down into the cabin to chat with the captain, and it would not create any unsubduable excitement in the forecastle.
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New Year's Eve is upon us so 2025 is disappearing over the horizon. It wasn't a bad year for me, but it was expensive. A lot of home maintenance costs tried their best to drain my wallet. I hope your year was fine as well.
And here's hoping 2026 works out for all of us. Enjoy any parties to attend and fireworks you may see, and enjoy your misplaced optimism while making New Year resolutions. You probably won't keep them anyway, but hope springs eternal.
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Nikolay Dubovskoy (1859-1918) was a Russian romantic landscape painter. He traveled extensively and painted landscapes of different regions. He also was active in artist salons and academia. While well known in his day, the Soviets ignored him and his works were forgotten for a period.
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During Easter I frequently post Victorian Easter cards which are, to put it mildly, rather bizarre. I decided to see what Victorian Christmas cards were like. Uhhh... that may have been a bad decision.
Above we have a young lad in a teapot, presumably the adults are brewing some ankle-biter tea. Below we have snowman's ghost with a club getting ready to waylay a pedestrian, and then Santa Claus is committing armed robbery -- I suppose that is either commentary on Christmas commercialism, or perhaps Santa raising funds to pay his elves' salary.
From there on the cards continue to be strange. I assume the cards are meant to be jokes, but, like a Hieronymus Bosch painting, time has stripped the visuals of their meaning leaving only oddity behind. At any rate, if you get one of these cards this Christmas, will it be from friend or foe?
Well, another odd TGIF post. During the Christmas season, figuring we've all heard traditional Western Christmas songs over and over by now, I always change things up by posting some Japanese Christmas songs.
While not an official Japanese holiday, Christmas is still quite popular and celebrated. Not being a Christian nation, the Japanese have jettisoned the religious elements of the holiday. However, they embrace the secular trappings: Christmas trees, Santa Claus, decorations and so forth.
On Christmas families will gather for a meal, often, and oddly enough, a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Meanwhile Christmas Eve has morphed into a couple's holiday akin to Valentines Day.
That explains Japanese Christmas music. They are either parties, lovey-dovey couple stuff, or, like the above video, both mixed together (while the band members are dancing about doing J-Pop girl group sort of stuff -- bouncing on couches, acting cute, and giggling a lot -- the singer is happy she has a boyfriend now so she doesn't have another lonely Christmas). In the video immediately below, they've changed 'jingle bells' into 'single hell', and we have the travails of a dateless salaryman.
The rest are a sampling of other J-pop Christmas tunes, with my favorite being the last which has a level of frantic insanity that is very J-Poppy in its weirdness.
In 1893 Fridtjof Nansen set out on an expedition to reach the north pole. His plan was unique; after studying arctic currents, he decided to intentionally get a boat icebound where it would then get carried by the ocean currents to the pole. He had a boat, the Fram, specially built to withstand the pressures of the ice and the cold.
They spent a long time in the ice pack but eventually determined that they would not drift to the pole. In 1895, after reaching as far north as they thought the ship would, Nansen and Hjalmar Johansen decided they would try to reach the pole on skis. They fell short (by about 170 miles), but at the time it was the farthest north reached to date.
Because the ship was drifting and would be hard to locate, the two proceeded to Franz Josef Land. It was a long trek south, and they had to build a cabin to winter in. Eventually they encountered another polar expedition and were taken the others' base camp.
Meanwhile the Fram continued to drift for months, eventually clearing the ice pack and making it to Spitsbergen where they encountered yet another polar explorer -- this one trying to reach the north pole via balloon.
Remarkably there were no casualties during the years long expedition. It was judged a success, even though it fell short of the pole. The Fram is now a museum ship.
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Technically speaking, the title of this post should be paintings of cattle since bulls and water buffaloes are included. Regardless, in spite of any distress it may cause pedants, I'm sticking with cows.
In general, to me cows seem to be one of the more dimwitted of nature's creations. All they do is stand around fields eating grass, although they do have the saving grace of providing us with steaks, hamburger, milk, and leather. So, there is that.
Still, some people seem to be fond of the grazing lunkheads, so for those misguided souls I present these pictures.
No, this post isn't about Tchaikovsky's ballet, nor is it about young ladies that majored in 'Womyn's Studies' at one of our fine universities, rather it is about the decorative Christmas nutcracker that is ubiquitous during the holidays.
The above video gives a historical overview of its evolution from a tool for cracking nuts to its current form as a colorful staple of Christmas decor. Below is a video of a German factory that produces them.
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On this anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor I offer a small collection of paintings picturing the event.
YESTERDAY, December 7, 1941 a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.
The United States was at peace with that Nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its Government and its Emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific. Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American Island of Oahu, the Japanese Ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. And while this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or of armed attack.
It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time the Japanese Government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.
The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.
-- Franklin D. Roosevelt
This is a walk through Hanga Roa, the main town on Easter Island (Rapa Nui). The town, such as it is, is small, but very well-tended and attractive. The walk starts in a residential area, works its way down to the coast, and then returns. The island is very touristy, with snorkeling, and of course the giant Moai heads, being the primary attraction. Easter island has had troubles with Chinese fishing fleets illegally denuding their waters which has required Chilean coastguard intervention.
