Just time for my occasional series "ladies who love accordions!"
Squeezy does it...
"They said it couldn't be done!"
I'm sorry, I'll read that again...
"They said it shouldn't be done!"
Actually that's very good for your posture...
I have been to Paris and I can confirm it looks like this. Everywhere. Even in La Dëfence. Everywhere. Like this.
I know which one is going to start a fight first...
Apparently this is the French version of Mr. Ben.
It's on the Blockchain...
After nine martinis even a dropped spoon sounds romantic...
This is awful. Go-Go should be hyphenated!
Basque country music...
No seriously, all of Paris looks like this. All of it. Even McDonalds You know what they call a Big Mac in Paris? Nobody does, because it's full of people playing accordions and smoking. All of it.
If the spacesuit is the symbol of progress, the gas mask is the sign of the apocalypse. In popular culture it signifies that science has turned against us. It's the face of dystopia.
Today in pulp I look at the culture of the mask!
The first chemical masks were work by Venitian plague doctors: a bird-like affair, the beak stuffed with lavender, matched with full length coat and hat. It was a terrifying sight - the grim reaper come to apply poultices to your tumours.
But it was poison gas, first used at the Second Battle of Ypres in 1915, that led to the modern gas mask. At first these were cotton masks treated with chemicals. However their protection was limited.
It's now over half a century since 1970, and I'm starting to wonder if we should bring back its concept of gracious modern living...
You see we've grown so used to Swedish-style modernism that we've sort of forgotten that maximalism, rather than minimalism, was once the sign of a cultured abode.
The 1970s in many ways reached back to the rich ideas of Victorian decor: heavy, autumnal and cluttered. Home was meant to be a baroque and sensual experience, rather than a 'machine for living in.'
Given how many people have left - or are thinking of leaving - Twitter, I thought I'd reshare an old thread: what on Earth is this platform good for? And should you stay on it?
TLDR: nobody knows.
Most people's tweets (if they're really people) are a stream of consciousness, and Twitter itself is a daily flow of 500 million of these across the surface of your phone. You are currently looking at the collective unconscious of the planet in real time.
And like any examination of the unconscious you will see things on Twitter that fascinate you and things that disgust you. This was always part of its sales pitch, though there used to be some enforceable guard rails.