“¡Vengo a salvaros! ¡Estamos en una isla!”
“¿Qué sois, jipis o algo?”
“Os ofrezco la libertad.”
“La libertad… son jipis.”
“¡Pero qué os pasa, idiotas! ¡Probablemente moriréis aquí!”
“¡Pero con el pelo limpio, jipis de mierda!”
I’m not sure if this is cool, inappropiate or both. But as a fan of the book and a developer of promotional websites for the film industry I can’t help the curiosity.
In other news, the soundtrack for the movie (by our friends Cave and Ellis) will see the light of day via digital publishing on November 23rd, two days before the official US release date.
About their work, Nick Cave has this to say:
“The movie is about the loss of things, the absence of things, the lack of things. The lack of the wife/mother is present in every frame of the film. The delicate edifice of the film holds the ache of her absence, tenderly and by the tips of the fingers,” explains Cave. “The music was composed as a direct response to the film. A light, haunting, simple score with a sense of absence and loss at its heart.”
Anticipation.
“In 1958, ethologist John B. Calhoun conducted over-population experiments on rats on a farmland in Rockville, Maryland which resulted in the publication of an article in the Scientific American of a study of behavior under conditions of overcrowding.
Calhoun provided a cage of rats with food and water replenished to support any increase in population, but the cage was fixed at a size considered sufficient for only 50 rats. Population peaked at 80 rats and thereafter exhibited a variety of abnormal, often destructive behaviors; his conclusion was that space itself is a necessity. When forced interactions exceed some threshold, social norms break down […].
Notable conditions in the behavioral sink include hyperaggression, failure to breed and nurture young normally, infant cannibalism, increased mortality at all ages, and abnormal sexual patterns. Often, population peaks, then crashes. Actual physical disease, mental illness, and psychosomatic disorders increase. There are eating disorders; in human populations, drug and alcohol use rises.
The only known counter to the effect of the behavioral sink is to reduce the frequency and intensity of social interaction.”
La nostalgia ochentera tiene muchas caras. Y una de ellas está renegría por el sol, apesta a keroseno y se dirige hacia ti a toda velocidad con un garrote de pinchos en cada mano.
A todo esto, el año que viene empiezan con la cuarta :D

During the plague in the Middle Ages, some doctors wore a primitive form of biohazard suit called “plague suits”. The mask included red glass eyepieces, which were thought to make the wearer impervious to evil. The beak of the mask was often filled with strongly aromatic herbs and spices to overpower the miasmas or “bad air” which was also thought to carry the plague.
(via theangryprojectionist< studentloansforbeermoney< dontcookbilly< shorterexcerpts< skysignal)
Yo nunca lo había dudado: tras el apocalipsis también hay tiempo para el amor. Aunque es un amor traicionero. Ella está conchabada con los tres apocalilas de detrás, cuyo lider es el del trabuco. La cosa tiene mal final.
(via Superwoobinda)
No puedes. Apártate de ella, es mía!
¿Me puedo casar con una moto?
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Club Orlov se ha convertido en una de mis fuentes favoritas de información realista sobre el colapso (de la civilización, se entiende). Ya he citado a Orlov anteriormente, pero me siguen maravillando sus doctos -y sarcásticos- análisis de los procesos que pueden conducir, o que lo están haciendo ya, a una nación poderosa como Estados Unidos a un estado pre-tecnológico. El tío es una especie de Noam Chomsky del armagedón.
“Fast food outfits such as McDonalds have more ways to cut costs, and so may prove a bit more resilient in the face of economic collapse than supermarket chains, but they are no substitute for food security, because they too depend industrial agribusiness. Their food inputs, such as high-fructose corn syrup, genetically modified potatoes, various soy-based fillers, factory-farmed beef, pork and chicken, and so forth, are derived from oil, two-thirds of which is imported, as well as fertilizer made from natural gas. They may be able to stay in business longer, supplying food-that-isn’t-really-food, but eventually they will run out of inputs along with the rest of the supply chain. Before they do, they may for a time sell burgers that aren’t really burgers, like the bread that wasn’t really bread that the Soviet government distributed in Leningrad during the Nazi blockade. It was mostly sawdust, with a bit of rye flour added for flavor.”
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Por cierto, leyendo a Orlov se da uno cuenta de que muchas de las cosas que asociamos con el fin del mundo ya han sucedido en Rusia en algún momento de su historia.
Disfrutadlo.
Este aparato de belleza futurista es el giróscopo láser de un misil balístico Peacekeeper. La mayoría de los misiles nucleares avanzados de las últimas dos décadas o así llevan un juego redundante de bolitas como esta, cuya increíble precisión (funcionan en el vacío espacial y debajo del agua) tiene como objetivo guiar el petardazo al lugar correcto.
La foto forma parte de esta ominosa galería de retratos de armas de destrucción masiva, cuya visita recomiendo encarecidamente. Me fascina la luz mortecina y aséptica de instalación gubernamental que ilumina a los sujetos. Parecen casi apesadumbrados, como diciendo “yo sólo trabajo aquí” desde un punto impreciso entre el retrato de cine negro y un catálogo de diseño industrial.
El fotógrafo, Martin Miller, tiene unas cuantas galerías espectaculares que merece la pena ver (si te estimulan esta clase de cosas). También podéis leer más detalles sobre el funcionamiento del giróscopo láser, que conceptualmente no es tan complejo como parece, pero cuyo proceso de fabricación sigue siendo “highly classified”.