This object—painstakingly sculpted by a lone, impractical fellow—is a triumph of indie over corporate. Of analog over digital. Of quirk and caprice over templates and algorithms. It is delightful to look at. Edifying to study. And it may be the last important paper map ever to depict our country. Surely that’s worth some space on the wall of your den?
This bank vault contains eight million Swiss five cent coins, and while its current location is in Switzerland if you shell out enough cash it’ll be transported to anywhere in the world. The listing doesn’t mention how much it’s being sold for, but can you really put a price on breaking your neck by diving into a pool of gold coins? (via You Can Buy a Bank Vault Full of Gold Coins to Scrooge McDuck Into | The Mary Sue)
You are not a product.
Running through the Louvre, Band of Outsiders, Jean Luc Godard.
I absolutely love that you also think this is a good idea. me:
[I haven't been] but close by ish a couple times. It's just a bit too far for weekend getaways. dkm:
Yeah, nobody really weekends in Bosnia. me:
Turns out crossing some of these borders in a rental requires green (card? forgot the second word here) insurance, and renting itself requires an international drivers license, which I don't have. me:
Then we'll have to buy a car in some sketchy border town. dkm:
But I'll let you go, you have shit machines to build. me:
When I first read that I thought you meant metaphoric shit machines for keeping your life in gear dkm:
Hahahah no, the real, incredible ones you make! Love you, have a great day at work! me:
Love you too! Sleep tight! dkm:
Of course, you say. Cartography is a science. What it describes should be there. And yet, I find myself a little surprised by our ability to measure, to extrapolate, to conjoin, to build a true whole from a gazillion little parts. It’s an enormous intellectual feat. And now, I’m happy to report, it’s been done again — on a scale that boggles my mind.
This whole thing gave me chills.
Most forgeries ‘fall out’ after about fifty years or so; in other words, they conform to the popular image of the artist held at the time the fake was made—an instance of this is the Botticelli forgeries made during the Burne-Jones period. Later generations, who see the artist quite differently,…