My father is a big fan of The Three Stooges so I’ve spent many a Sunday morning watching the Stooges clown around in black and white on the television. That’s why it was such a treat to stumble upon this rare color film of the trio. Filmed in 1938 at the Steel Pier, Atlantic City, New Jersey by George Mann of the comedy dance team, Barto and Mann. The film was shot without sound and held no other purpose beyond having fun.
video courtesy of Brad Smith
I love the idea of saving sounds from extinction. Marybeth Ledesma, Phil Hadad and Greg Elwood (under the guise of Brendan Chilcutt) have created and curated the online Museum Of Endangered Sounds. It’s an audio archive of yesteryear’s gadgets and electronics. Without the museum the sounds of analog cameras, dot matrix printers, dial-up modems, Speak & Spells, and floppy disks would have died a silent death. But now I have them archived for my own nostalgic musing. We would have failed as a generation if we didn’t try to preserve and then force our past on the youth of today. Long live Museum Of Endangered Sounds.
(via Alan Cooper)
Just putting this here for memorandum. A photo of my first In-N-Out Burger eaten on October 13th, 2005. Consumed at 4888 Dean Martin Dr Las Vegas, NV 89103.
File Under: Hamburger Memories
Quite often during high school I would come home from a party or a late night hanging out with my friends and see my brother sitting in the living room with a glass of sun tea flipping through the channels. Often my brother would come home from an evening of partying or hanging out with his friends and find me with a coke watching Teletunes.
We would usually excitedly tell each other about our evenings. And inevitably we both sit down in the living room, late in the after-curfew hours, and tune into PBS waiting for the Star Gazer to come on (It was originally designed to air on PBS stations just before sign-off). We would listen intently to what the star hustler had to teach us during his five minute lesson on the heavens. Both of us would then mosey out to the backyard and look up into the stars and see if we could find whatever it was he was talking about that week.
We would sit there silent and feel small and special. These are some of the fondest teenage memories I have with my brother (and I have a ton of fond teenage memories with my brother). And although those memories will never die, the mortal symbol of those evenings, “The Star Hustler”, passed away today. I am genuinely saddened.
Colorful to the end, “Horky” offers this amusing, self-penned epitaph in his bio: “Keep Looking Up was my life’s admonition, I can do little else in my present position.” You can watch his last episode by clicking here.
The image above is was made with the incredibly nostalgic Topps Star Wars ESB Stickers and help from the Restraining Bolt image generator. A similar generator can be found using 1974 Topps Monster Initials. Hat tip to Mr. Lady.
Last year, my girlfriend and I hopped in a convertible and took a week long drive down the California coast. We traveled from Napa Valley down to San Diego. Over the past couple of months I have uploaded a couple of pictures a day from the trip to flickr. I have finally uploaded the last picture from the trip. Below are a few of my favorites.
I’m definitely not too cool for a meme. If anything memes are too cool for me. But Bree over at Sweet & Bitter went ahead and tagged me for this one, apparently because my steeze smells good or something.
The whole idea is to tell you seven (hopefully interesting) things about me. Here are the rules:
Depending on who is reading this, you already know everything about me or you know nothing about me, so this might be tricky. I’ll do my best. I did something very similar to this two years ago. Go check it out if you want to get caught up. Now, without further ado…
I’m going to go ahead and skip parts three and four of this meme because you are clearly too cool for this.
I hate posting youtube links here, but fuck it, it’s Friday and I’m feeling nostalgic. So below you’ll find a youtube video of what is, in my oh-so-humble opinion, one of the best duets of the 80’s. The original video to this song is lame, so I’ll go ahead and point you to this one containing clips from Pretty In Pink. I just love the spooky keyboards throughout verses. Ahhhh memories.
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