Showing posts with label Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magazine. Show all posts
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Friday, February 04, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
How to Be a Cosmo Girl (or Boy)
I'm afraid I can't tell you anything about this album, because the prospect of listening to Cosmo Girl Helen Gurley Brown talking dirty makes me feel faintly queasy.
Side one is for the gents, and includes lots of info like "Getting the Most from Your Secretary" and how to hide an affair from your wife. Side 2 is for the laaaaadies and gives tips on how to snag a dude when you're as ugly as the broad side of a barn, and how not to say anything embarrassing in bed to a man, such as "what's your name again?"
Why don't YOU try listening to it and report back to the rest of us, 'k?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Bad Mags
You're a lucky Lethal when a fella gives you both volumes of these:
Check this site out (mind the disclaimers, etc.)
Check this site out (mind the disclaimers, etc.)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
computopia - old visions of a high-tech future
In 1969, Shōnen Sunday a japanese magazine featured a series of illustrated articles entitled “Computopia,” which depicted life in a pleasant future pervaded by computers. Here are three illustrations from the series.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
The Curious Case of Sidd Finch
He's a pitcher, part yogi and part recluse. Impressively liberated from our opulent life-style, Sidd's deciding about yoga—and his future in baseball.
The phenomenon,is a 28-year-old, somewhat eccentric mystic named Hayden (Sidd) Finch. He may well change the course of baseball history. On St. Patrick's Day, to make sure they were not all victims of a crazy hallucination, the Mets brought in a radar gun to measure the speed of Finch's fastball. The model used was a JUGS Supergun II. It looks like a black space gun with a big snout, weighs about five pounds and is usually pointed at the pitcher from behind the catcher. A glass plate in the back of the gun shows the pitch's velocity—accurate, so the manufacturer claims, to within plus or minus 1 mph. The figure at the top of the gauge is 200 mph. The fastest projectile ever measured by the JUGS (which is named after the oldtimer's descriptive—the "jug-handled" curveball) was a Roscoe Tanner serve that registered 153 mph. The highest number that the JUGS had ever turned for a baseball was 103 mph, which it did, curiously, twice on one day, July 11, at the 1978 All-Star game when both Goose Gossage and Nolan Ryan threw the ball at that speed. On March 17, the gun was handled by Stottlemyre. He heard the pop of the ball in Reynolds's mitt and the little squeak of pain from the catcher. Then the astonishing figure 168 appeared on the glass plate. Stottlemyre remembers whistling in amazement, and then he heard Reynolds say, "Don't tell me, Mel, I don't want to know...."
The Met front office is reluctant to talk about Finch. The fact is, they know very little about him. He has had no baseball career. Most of his life has been spent abroad, except for a short period at Harvard University.
The registrar's office at Harvard will release no information about Finch except that in the spring of 1976 he withdrew from the college in midterm. The alumni records in Harvard's Holyoke Center indicate slightly more. Finch spent his early childhood in an orphanage in Leicester, England and was adopted by a foster parent, the eminent archaeologist Francis Whyte-Finch, who was killed in an airplane crash while on an expedition in the Dhaulagiri mountain area of Nepal. At the time of the tragedy, Finch was in his last year at the Stowe School in Buckingham, England, from which he had been accepted into Harvard. Apparently, though, the boy decided to spend a year in the general area of the plane crash in the Himalayas (the plane was never actually found) before he returned to the West and entered Harvard in 1975, dropping for unknown reasons the "Whyte" from his name. Hayden Finch's picture is not in the freshman yearbook. Nor, of course, did he play baseball at Harvard, having departed before the start of the spring season....
Back in 1985, George Plimpton pulled off one of the all-time great April Fool's hoaxes, penning "The Curious Case of Sidd Finch" in the April 1 issue of Sports Illustrated . According to Plimpton, Finch was a mysterious rookie in training with the New York Mets. An eccentric character who only wore one shoe while pitching -- a ratty hiker's boat -- Finch allegedly threw the ball 168 mph. Despite the ridiculousness of the piece, many SI readers actually believed Finch existed. SI finally announced it was a hoax on April 15.
The phenomenon,is a 28-year-old, somewhat eccentric mystic named Hayden (Sidd) Finch. He may well change the course of baseball history. On St. Patrick's Day, to make sure they were not all victims of a crazy hallucination, the Mets brought in a radar gun to measure the speed of Finch's fastball. The model used was a JUGS Supergun II. It looks like a black space gun with a big snout, weighs about five pounds and is usually pointed at the pitcher from behind the catcher. A glass plate in the back of the gun shows the pitch's velocity—accurate, so the manufacturer claims, to within plus or minus 1 mph. The figure at the top of the gauge is 200 mph. The fastest projectile ever measured by the JUGS (which is named after the oldtimer's descriptive—the "jug-handled" curveball) was a Roscoe Tanner serve that registered 153 mph. The highest number that the JUGS had ever turned for a baseball was 103 mph, which it did, curiously, twice on one day, July 11, at the 1978 All-Star game when both Goose Gossage and Nolan Ryan threw the ball at that speed. On March 17, the gun was handled by Stottlemyre. He heard the pop of the ball in Reynolds's mitt and the little squeak of pain from the catcher. Then the astonishing figure 168 appeared on the glass plate. Stottlemyre remembers whistling in amazement, and then he heard Reynolds say, "Don't tell me, Mel, I don't want to know...."
The Met front office is reluctant to talk about Finch. The fact is, they know very little about him. He has had no baseball career. Most of his life has been spent abroad, except for a short period at Harvard University.
The registrar's office at Harvard will release no information about Finch except that in the spring of 1976 he withdrew from the college in midterm. The alumni records in Harvard's Holyoke Center indicate slightly more. Finch spent his early childhood in an orphanage in Leicester, England and was adopted by a foster parent, the eminent archaeologist Francis Whyte-Finch, who was killed in an airplane crash while on an expedition in the Dhaulagiri mountain area of Nepal. At the time of the tragedy, Finch was in his last year at the Stowe School in Buckingham, England, from which he had been accepted into Harvard. Apparently, though, the boy decided to spend a year in the general area of the plane crash in the Himalayas (the plane was never actually found) before he returned to the West and entered Harvard in 1975, dropping for unknown reasons the "Whyte" from his name. Hayden Finch's picture is not in the freshman yearbook. Nor, of course, did he play baseball at Harvard, having departed before the start of the spring season....
Back in 1985, George Plimpton pulled off one of the all-time great April Fool's hoaxes, penning "The Curious Case of Sidd Finch" in the April 1 issue of Sports Illustrated . According to Plimpton, Finch was a mysterious rookie in training with the New York Mets. An eccentric character who only wore one shoe while pitching -- a ratty hiker's boat -- Finch allegedly threw the ball 168 mph. Despite the ridiculousness of the piece, many SI readers actually believed Finch existed. SI finally announced it was a hoax on April 15.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Still hungry?
from portuguese magazine: Tele CulinariaThis is just an example of the INCREDIBLE collection of Gatochy's scans. You will also find all kinds of retro images (advertising, photos, movie poster, magazines...) via his Flickr
I urge you to go visit his blogs:
Ilustraçaõ Portuguesa
Gatochy's blog
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Aspen Magazine, December 1966
In December of 1966, Andy Warhol was the guest editor of the multimedia magazine "Aspen"--which contained a copy of Warhol's newspaper "Plastic Exploding Inevitable", a flip book of his movie "The Kiss", and a flex disc of The Velvet Underground backed by a love raga by the musical director for Timothy Leary’s “LSD Religious Celebrations”. You can see--and hear--highlights of this magazine here.
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