Stray Polyps from the Internest
Great animation followed by “the making of” [via].
Paul Whiteman was known as the King of Jazz, and no one as yet has come near carrying that title with more certainty and dignity. – Duke Ellington
Remastered footage from the 1930 movie King of Jazz (filmed entirely in two-color Technicolor) featured the Paul Whiteman Orchestra performing Happy Feet. Some amazing dance moves in that clip.
The Jubalaires – Orville Brooks, Ted Brooks, J.C. Ginyard & George McFadden – were a gospel group who recorded in the 40’s & 50’s. This version of Noah has a unnecessary modification towards the end, but it sorta works.
Singin’ in the Rain is one of the better ads I’ve seen, and I’m still not sure what they’re selling. [via].
I guess that’s eclectic enough for this edition. Have a great holiday weekend, see you tomorrow for the the post-Christmas sales.
[Top image & concept found here.]
Russia, Yamal Peninsula. The ‘chum’- the Nenets’ dwelling – is as mobile as they are. It consists of long sticks, and stitched reindeer skins stretched over it. The image was taken by Vladimir Alexseev.
[Image and caption found here.]
Nobody knows what happened to the Jupiter I. It’s assumed that the ship crash-landed on a distant planet and the survivors were eaten by giant mountain ice weasels.
That’s a photo shoot for Mad Magazine‘s 1966 spoof, “Loused Up In Space” [courtesy Zorro Jr.].
[Top photo by Piotr Krzaczkowski of Śnieżka, found here, and yes, that’s his daily commute.]
johan5030 · 5 Aug 2014
Its in the city of Kristinehamn in Sweden.
I live here and was here when it happend. Never experienced such wind.
Sounds like one of the Nordic Storms of 2013 when the region was pounded by hurricane-force winds. [Image and comment found here.]
Yeah, I know it went viral yesterday, but so what. That’s the first time I saw it (and I reposted it just like everyone else did, except at least I linked my sources). Besides that, it’s still an awesome pic.
When I was a teenager I witnessed a “small” tornado that passed about a mile or so away from our house. Hail was raining down, sky was black with clear orange sky underneath, the funnel was a churning slow-moving mass of brown with no distinct edges. Next thing I recall is my dad grabbing me by the collar and throwing me into the basement where we hunkered down and listened to the static on the AM transistor radio.
The following day I drove to the neighborhood that took the hit. One side of the road was untouched, but the other was all splinters.