Just put something back in it

A blog for the continued ramblings of some guy with a beard.

[alexander]

This is important hello (x)

[itsahalest0rm]

Reblogging again for the fuckboy who ignored it the first time

[weloveshortvideos]

the smallest things be this funny when you’re with a true friend

[thehighpriestofreverseracism]

when you hate clinton but you hate trump even more so you give your vote to hillary like

[misfitwes]

Sigh...

[do-you-have-a-flag]

technology related sensory memories from my childhood

sliding the metal cover on floppy disks

the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes

ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper 

rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo

[mm-imagerie]

The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint

Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked

The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass

The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover

The sound effects in kidpix

Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands

[makeitagoodoneeh]

Manually rewinding cassette tapes by spinning them around my fingers

Playing with the rubber casing of the buttons on a Walkman–pulling them away, rotating them, slipping them from side to side on the stiff posts of the buttons

The audio and visual static at the end of a videotape

The satisfying thwap-thwap-thwap as you page through a well-filled CD sleeve book

How weird and small and light the first cordless phone felt

[dragons-bones]

Sticking your fingers into the holes of an older relative’s rotary phone they still have yet to replace, and pushing to get the dial to turn and the oddly-satisfying click-click-click to get to the right number.

The sheer loudness and weight of a typewriter: the loud clack! as keys struck paper, the high-pitched warning ding! at the end of the line, the whirring zip! of shoving the heavy carriage back to the start.

The blockiness of computer monitors and towers: huge boxes with sharp lines, cases a roughly textured matte beige.

Depressing the power buttons into the casing of various electronics - and if you didn’t push hard and deep enough, it wouldn’t turn on at all.

Turning the heavy handle on the inside of the car door, and the window lowering in soft jerks.

The weight of your parents’ camera and the strange milky brown of new film being installed before the back of the camera was shut with a soft click.

[dollsahoy]

The actual smell of the camera film.

The smell of the house after getting the first window-unit air conditioner.  (It smelled like other people’s houses, not ours.)

The high-pitched, barely audible whine of the television tube.

The sound and feel of turning the TV dial really fast, past the empty channels (and it was faster for UHF than for VHF, since there were so many more UHF frequencies.)

E v e r y t h i n g  about the slide projector–the back light when the man lamp isn’t on, the sound and feel of the fan, the motion and sound of the slides being pushed in and pulled out and the carousel advancing, the clunk when the direction is changed, and the glow of the images…

[robotsandfrippary]

The heavy feel of turning the film strip in class.  That God awful BEEP.

that awful squeak when you used the new piece of chalk on the board.

spinning the dial of the radio to find the right station and the joy of finding some obscure station that you could only get if you fiddled with the knob just right.

A scratched CD skipping in the same place every time.

Placing the arm of the record player down, how sharp that needle could be.

The gargantuan effort of trying to turn the wheel of a car with no power steering.

the cracked, sharp, extremely hot vinyl seats of your parent’s van.

Watching the analog numbers flip on the pump at the self serve gas station. 

[armeleia]

The heat expelled from the side of the teacher’s overhead projector and the smell of non-toxic transparency markers.

The gradual slowing of the Walkman as the batteries died.

Pulling a 5.25″ floppy disk out of a cloth-paper sleeve.

The heft of the gray, brick-like Gameboy and perching like a gremlin under a table lamp so you could actually see the screen.

The ksssshhhhh-boing-a-boing-a-beep-kssssssssh of the modem connecting.

Sticking your finger through the swinging silvery door of the coin return on a payphone and scooping forward to look for change.

Sliding the switch on the splitter from TV to AV to watch a movie.

Pressing your nose to the tv screen and seeing the tiny, tiny vertical bars of red, blue, and green

The smell and unnatural chill of freon when the car air conditioning came on.

[did-you-know]

The most stressed out people on Earth are 18 to 33 years old.  Source

[misfitwes]

Oh good, so it'll be over soon.

[misfitwes]

Somebody fucking shoot me. I can't handle it much more.

[thebirdsareasleep-blog]

[misfitwes]

She will.

[cyberimplant]

Katsuhiro Otomo

[misfitwes]

I've been so busy running away I haven't found anything to run towards.

[just-shower-thoughts]

If my girlfriend is “the one,” then I must be really lucky considering I’ve only met 0.0000001% of the population.

[officialinternet]

[misfitwes]

I've thought for a long time in whether I should harden my heart or continue to let it break over and over again. Tonight I think I found my answer. Let's see if it carries on in to slumper time and back.

[glumshoe]

Art forgery is the best crime tbh. It requires absolutely incredible artistic talent, technical skill, and attention to detail to make convincing fakes. Does anyone get hurt from it? No! The only people who suffer for it are the extremely wealthy who want the prestige of having original paintings in their own homes. It’s full of international intrigue and mystery. Perfect.

[glumshoe]

Also… art forgers like van Meegeren sometimes become a kind of folk hero. A swindler, sure, but a gentleman’s swindler.

[cipherface-deactivated20200224]

I liked this guy’s story, Mark Landis, who conned several dozen museums into displaying his forgeries, but when the FBI came after him they couldn’t do anything because he had always given them away as donations. They said if they could have found that he’d ever taken anything in exchange they would have prosecuted him, but all he wanted was get to out of the house and meet people.

[glumshoe]

“The first painting Landis “donated” was a copy of a work by Maynard Dixon, an artist well-known for his paintings of cowboys and Indians. It started as impulse, Landis says, but then “everybody was just so nice and treated me with respect and deference and friendship, things I was very unused to — I mean, actually not used to at all. And I got addicted to it.”” And it looks like all his forgeries are done with cheap materials, like markers and Hobby Lobby frames.

[skweebs]

Ok, but Wolfgang Beltracchi is probably one of the best Fraud Artists in the world.

His career brought him millions upon millions of dollars and lasted almost 40 years. He finally admitted to painting fraudulent art after the white paint he used came under scrutiny. 

“ Bob Simon: What do you think this Max Ernst would be worth? Wolfgang Beltracchi: This one? Simon: Yeah. Beltracchi: $5 million, I think. Simon: $5 million.  And you can do it in three days? Beltracchi: Yeah, oh yes, yes, sure, or quicker” -From a 60 minutes interview with Bob Simon

In The interview with Beltracchi, he said that none of his forgeries are copies, they’re all original works that the famous artists could have painted.

“Beltracchi estimates he has done 25 Max Ernsts. He is not copying an existing work. He’s painting something he thinks Ernst might have done if he’d had the time or felt like it.”  -  The Con Artist: A multi-million dollar art scam

His wife was also in on the scam, she would dress up in old clothing and take pictures holding the paintings with old cameras to fake proof of the paintings’ ages.

At the end of the interview with Wolfgang Beltracchi he was asked if he felt he had done anything wrong, his answer was “ Yeah, I used the wrong kind of paint”

[thebaneofhonor]

I did research for art forgery for a story once, and that’s how I stumbled across  Zhang Daqian. He’s not only an incredible and prolific artist in his won right, his forgeries of great Chinese masters are SO GOOD, experts have trouble distinguishing which are forgeries. 

[clowncare]

when u used to be an overachiever but now ur barely running on enough energy to function and u dont know how to cope

[misfitwes]

I had so much hope yesterday. I found it again, this afternoon, sprawled on the rocks, crushed by the uncaring tide.

[beanzinos]

[annoyingspice-blog]

[heatherdollins]

Right?