(L) How the New York ‘Daily News’ Photographed Ruth Snyder’s Execution by the Electric Chair
In January 1928, Tom Howard of the “Daily News” smuggled a camera into Sing Sing, where he snapped a picture of Ruth Snyder’s final moments
(L) Close-up Photographer of the Year (2022)
The Top 100 winners gallery of Close-up Photographer of the Year 04 (2022)
(L) Bring back personal blogging
Twitter is creaking. Social media seems less fun than ever. Maybe it’s time to get a little more personal.
(L) Family Guy as an ’80s live action family sitcom
Generated by an AI
You’re barely beyond the grasp of our small sun refusing to let go. Wave goodbye to our last, demoted planet. Next stop: Alpha Centauri proximity, year 19600 AD. In the time it took humans to evolve from neanderthal to digital lemming you’ll cross the lawn to say hello to our next-door neighbor. If there’s life there that resembles your gold-etched humans, they’ll be more human than I. Here I carry a practical supercomputer in my pocket that can connect to Dial-a-Prayer across 13,000 miles, guided by a cranial electric storm, while mapping the walk where I tripped over a lost, tilted grave. You cross 13,000 miles in a fraction of a second, steered by a computer less powerful than a Pac Man watch. Who knows what seed you carry. I fell to Earth before you left our atmosphere. Blink three times if you miss me.
(M) Chris Lott 2023-01-24 19:57:28
[CW: ref to violence and self-harm]
2xl: 2016-01-18 → https://fncll.org/2xl-2016-01-18/
It takes 11 lbs of force to strangle a human being.
A bit more weight than a bag of sugar or a gallon-and-a-half of milk.
Or 20 average paperback romance novels.
Or 22 hard drives with 9 million songs or 6 million books or god knows how many ones and zeroes that can be forced to squeak and bleat into the unending silence.
The Gripmaster Pro ™ requires 11 lbs of force per finger, “appropriate only for individuals requiring extreme and extraordinary grasping power.”…
(M) Chris Lott 2023-01-24 12:37:33
Every time I'm away from using a #wiki for a while, I return to nostalgic feelings of old, lost, simpler dreams. I miss that excitement.