“But can the girls face up to it? Why, they’re better than some men.” Vintage tattooing featuring tattoo artist godmother Jessie Knight.
Airplane junkyard.
(Source: io9.com)
The decline of Battersea Power Station.
Small town noir.
If I had a time machine, I’d go visit a world that looked like this.
Photos of 1940’s New York City. Wonderful indeed. (Via laughingsquid.)
“I did it for the fun. I was a young girl and everybody had left and it was wartime. You didn’t want to get stuck in a hole in Iowa; you wanted to see what was going on.”
NPR on female WWII pilots. They were considered civilians, denied military benefits, pushed out of their positions by male pilots, and, for a long time, all but forgotten to history. But today, 65 years after the fact, the remaining WASPs will receive Congressional Gold Medals.
Handwriting slowly became a form of self-expression when it ceased to be the primary mode of written communication. When a new writing technology develops, we tend to romanticize the older one. The supplanted technology is vaunted as more authentic because it is no longer ubiquitous or official. Thus for monks, print was capricious and script reliable. So too today: Conventional wisdom holds that computers are devoid of emotion and personality, and handwriting is the province of intimacy, originality and authenticity.
I always took great pride in my handwriting, even many years before I started using a computer regularly. I still regularly write longhand in my journals and other offline writing. I don’t think everyone still has to write that way, or learn cursive, though. In fact, I kind of like the idea of it becoming a more esoteric art form.
