Avoid the marmot
@jef @docpop Soooo.... I've spent a good portion of my life looking at a room and estimating attendance. I'm pretty good at it. (My staff and I always use Price Is Right rules, closest without going over.)
Granted, these crowds are 2 orders of magnitude larger than I usually deal with but...
I think there were 30k people *just in Civic Center* as blocks and blocks worth of people were still pouring in and fading out.
My gut tells me 150k, but Price Is Right rules tell me to bid 129,998.
@irix will have to look it up. Sounds discomforting, which is the point I guess.
It’s sad to think that if this was a horror film people would flock to it. But few want to face it when it’s real. The duality of man.
@irix heh
@irix floofy sun sausage
@irix hairy sun sausage
Funk from the Cameroon garage scene... this is a great comp...
Johnny Black et Les Jokers - Mayi Bo Ya?
Nigerian funk... another great compilation...
OSAYOMORE JOSEPH AND THE ULELE POWER SOUND - Who Know Man
Kingston funky... its right there in the name...
Toots & the Maytals - Funky Kingston
Give it up for Clyde Stubblefield...
James Brown - Funky Drummer
Last one from me... some mellow Sudanese funk...
Sharhabil Ahmed - Ya Shagini
A timely reminder that it is historically undisputed as a matter of fact that Israel •started• the 1967 war.
Even its apologists only claim that it was a "pre-emptive" attack, not that it was anything other than a first strike. Note that "surprise attack" •by definition• means that tensions were not so high yet that all diplomatic options had been exhausted.
There's a time and space symmetry here: only Israel is afforded the privilege of "defending" itself by attacking its neighbours first, and Israel somehow always manages to fight its "defensive" wars on its opponents' territory beyond its own borders... 🤔
TIL: Egg Oiling
"Through all this, Defence Minister Richard "Tickety-Boo" Marles maintains the relentless optimism of a character in a horror story who insists there's nothing to worry about as the walls start bleeding and the floorboards whisper your name. He assured us this week that there's "no need for a Plan B," which should really have been followed by a comically large tentacle exploding out of his mouth."
#AusPol #AUKUS
https://aliensideboob.substack.com/p/a-ponzi-scheme-for-used-periscopes
Farewell Aunty Jack.
Canberra day festival. 16th March 1974.
Aunty Jack was an Australian cult comedy show that ran during 1972 and 1973.
Aunty Jack was a unique comic creation – obese, moustachioed and gravel-voiced, part trucker and part pantomime dame – who habitually solved any problem by knocking people unconscious or threatening to “rip yer bloody arms off”. Visually, she was unmistakable, dressed in a huge, tent-like blue velvet dress, football socks, workboots, and a golden boxing glove on her right hand. She rode a Harley-Davidson motorcycle and referred to everyone as “me little lovelies” – when she was not uttering her familiar threat: “I’ll rip yer bloody arms off!”, a phrase which immediately passed into the vernacular.
— Wikipedia.
Here she can be seen atop an army flat bed truck during the Canberra Day festival with her TV sidekicks Thin Arthur and Kid Eager.
I remember that dad was pretty chuffed that Aunty looked directly at the camera when he took this shot.
Project Re-Xpose.
I’m re-scanning my dad’s old 35mm slides. Many have not seen light for over 30 years.
This is the 100 year anniversary of humans having an idea of what the heck the sun and all the stars actually are. If you had asked a leading astronomer in 1925 what the sun was, they would say that it's basically the same as Earth, but very hot.
In Cecilia Payne's doctoral thesis she was the first to say, from spectral data, that the sun was overwhelmingly made of hydrogen and helium.
It was later described as "the most brilliant PhD thesis ever written in astronomy".
The build estimate was $7m, ended up costing $102m, but turns out the House is invaluable.
And in a very Australian way of doing things, it was mostly paid for by a state lottery.
You don’t always get the perfect shot, but sometimes you do.
Sydney on a winter’s dawn.
