These days Kings Cross is known for trashy nights, neon signs and more arse than class. But once upon time its streets were lined with tailors and waltzed upon by women in furs. When this era ended the hippies moved in. The summer of 1970-1971 was `the summer of love’ and Kings Cross was a hub for hippies, avant-garde artists and American servicemen on leave from Vietnam.
Photographers Rennie Ellis and Wesley Stacey dedicated their time to capturing this period in Kings Cross’ history. Their work is the subject of a new exhibition entitled `Up the Cross’ at the Museum of Sydney. Ellis and Stacey’s photos delve into this unique time in Sydney’s subculture (when Hare Krishnas danced through the streets and Les Girls took to the stage).
The exhibition is on now until 8 August 2010. The Museum of Sydney is located on the corner of Phillip and Bridge Streets, CBD.
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ga met die banaan.
Geplaatst door: Suske op: 7 juni 2011
Gisteren schreef Madddox deze reactie :
“ik geloof niet dat er nu nog iets is wat nog niet de revue gepasseerd is, vlees, vis, kiekens ,groenten, elektriciteitsdraden, de plastuit, gsm’s en hun masten, microgolfovens, hoge naaldhakken, plastikzakken, chemtrails, fluor, zout, zwarte sneeuw, rattenvergift, enz enz,
leven is gevaarlijk, je kan er van doodgaan, of nog erger, je ZAL er van doodgaan, DAT is de enige zekerheid die we hebben in ons leven…”
en ook deze van Di Mario was een doordenkertje :
“Er zijn toch nog wel wat landen waar we het heen kunnen sturen. ipv van soldaten bijvoorbeeld.”
Wat we de laatste 20 jaar zoal niet achter ons hoofd geslingerd gekregen hebben van dolle koeien tot besmette soyascheuten, je zou er inderdaad het noorden bij verliezen.
Wat moeten we hiertegen doen ?
Bang zijn is geen optie
daar worden alleen bepaalde rechtse politiekers beter van.
We gaan ons hiertegen harden
ik bedoel zelfverdediging tegen dergelijke aanvallen :
Met mij als jullie personal trainer zal dit alles in goede banen verlopen.
Alleen oppassen dat je het schijt niet hebt door het verorberen van al dit fruit
en groente natuurlijk.
Dus mensen neem die banaan, appel, passievrucht of wat dan ook en TEN AANVAL
TEGEN WAT OF WIE ?
no idea !!
vind zelf maar waartegen je wilt vechten.
Zorg alleen dat Madddox geen gelijk krijgt
OVERLEEF DIT ALLES !!!
prettige dinsdag verder !!!
Jack the lard - why even at 70 he's still seducing waitresses
by PAUL SCOTT
Last updated at 11:22 15 July 2007
As we saw this week, Jack Nicholson's piled on the pounds. But even at 70, he's still seducing waitresses and chasing starlets (not to mention trying his luck with an outraged Nicole Kidman)
Given his advancing years, Jack Nicholson's landmark 70th birthday celebrations were, by his own famously hard-partying standards, a subdued affair.
A select list of a mere 600 of his closest celebrity friends were on hand to sip 1,000 bottles of Cristal champagne served by 70 scantily-attired waitresses - one for every licentious year of his life.
A 'Joker Jack' lookalike, dressed as the star's character in Batman, entertained the A-list guests, including George Clooney, Diane Keaton and Leonardo DiCaprio, and celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck created a 7ft-high birthday cake in the actor's honour.
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Ladykiller Nicholson hanging out with friends in the South of France
Even as he played the part of host, the birthday boy, with his trademark shades and Mephistophelean grin, spent much of the evening ensconced in the den of his ranch-style mansion on Los Angeles's Mulholland Drive, 'entertaining' the shapely hired help.
According to those present, his friends were treated to non-stop bursts of his maniacal laughter, interspersed with deep rumbles of satisfaction that were so debauched they would surely have fallen victim to the censor had they appeared in one of his films.
It could not have made pleasant listening, one suspects, for two of his most notable exes, actresses Anjelica Huston and Lara Flynn Boyle, who were also invited to the festivities in April, a few days after his birthday.
But then Nicholson, who revels in his reputation as a 'great seducer', has never been one for convention.
Witness the three-time Oscar winner's performance this week on a speedboat off Cap-Ferrat. Surrounded by a bevy of bikini-wearing beauties on his annual South of France holiday, he happily displayed an impressive paunch and sagging 'man boobs'.
His ageing contemporaries might opt for liposuction and macrobiotic diets to stay in shape, but the star of The Shining made do with a baguette and a can of Diet Coke, followed by one of his favourite Camel cigarettes.
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Philandering Hollywood legend Jack Nicholson has bedded 2,000 women. Past lovers include Anjelica Huston and Faye Dunaway
Yes, he may have had trouble hauling himself back on board after taking a relaxing dip, and his hair looks like he has been subjected to prolonged electrocution, but even as a septuagenarian grandfather, Jack is still Hollywood's coolest leading man.
How else would he have famously made 2,000 female conquests, among them such film beauties as Faye Dunaway and Candice Bergen, and still be able to attract Tinseltown's most gorgeous women (he was recently linked to 22-year-old model and actress Paz de la Huerta).
Yet, despite his continued priapic reputation, there are hints that Tinseltown's most unreconstructed lothario might at last be showing signs of growing old gracefully.
This unlikely transformation comes, the Mail has learnt, as the star of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest has recently sought to make peace with the six children (two of whom he has never acknowledged publicly) he fathered during a series of severely fractured and often fleeting relationships with five different women.
The star, who was most recently acclaimed for his role as a psychotic gangster in The Departed, is said to have vowed to limit his future film work to concentrate on building relationships with them "before it's too late".
This belated conversion, according to friends, has been prompted, in part at least, by the death three years ago of his next-door neighbour, and best friend of 40 years, Marlon Brando.
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Nicholson made a pass at Nicole Kidman at the Oscars - despite the fact that she there with husband Keith Urban
Nicholson was a regular visitor to Brando's bedside before the 80-year-old movie legend finally succumbed to heart disease in July 2004.
According to those close to Nicholson, he promised his friend he would not make the same mistakes when it came to his own children (Brando famously died a bloated and lonely old man - his wayward son Christian was jailed for the killing of his half-sister Cheyenne's boyfriend, and troubled Cheyenne later committed suicide in
Evidence of Nicholson's attempts to finally play the doting father were seen when he was in London a year ago, not with the trademark young and pretty blonde lover but with his 16-year-old daughter, Lorraine, whom he was treating to a trip to see the musical Billy Elliot, plus a guided tour round that most un-Jack of locations, the House of Lords.
He also made a rare appearance at a fashion show staged by his 44-year-old designer daughter, Jennifer, the mother of his two grandchildren.
Indeed, friends say he increasingly leads something of a solitary existence in the Beverly Hills house he bought from the proceeds of his first screen hit, Easy Rider, in 1969.
Evenings are spent watching his favourite television detective shows, CSI and Without A Trace. Often he is in bed by 9pm with one of his favourite crime books.
Like other pensioners, he must in the hit romcom Prizzi's Honor, lived with him for 16 years following the end of his short-lived marriage to actress Sandra Knight, by whom he had daughter Jennifer.
The philandering Jack had already fathered an illegitimate son, Caleb, now 36, by actress Susan Anspach, but he promised Anjelica's father, legendary film director John Huston, on his deathbed that he would take care of his beloved daughter.
Even before the funeral, however, he was entertaining a young British starlet called Karen Mayo-Chandler, whom he met in Aspen in 1987.
The young actress later went public with tales of how Nicholson chased her around his bedroom wearing satin blue boxer shorts and fluorescent orange socks, taking breaks from love-making only to gorge on peanut butter and jam sandwiches.
Anjelica Huston might have been prepared to forgive these tawdry revelations, but they came at the same time that she discovered he had fathered a child by wannabe actress Rebecca Broussard. (It was subsequently claimed he also fathered a daughter, Honey, now 25, by Danish model Winnie Hollman.)
Anjelica left him for his friend Ryan O'Neal and, despite numerous reunions and break-ups, they finally parted for good in 1989.
It was also while he was living with Huston that he became embroiled in the Roman Polanski 'rape' incident - one of Hollywood's biggest scandals.
In March 1977, Nicholson's close friend Polanski turned up at his house with a 13-year-old schoolgirl called Samantha Geimer while Jack was away skiing.
Film director Polanski, who was then 43, had promised to make her famous by photographing her for a French fashion magazine. But once they had been let in by a housekeeper, he drugged the girl with sleeping tablets, got her drunk on Nicholson's champagne and had sex with her.
The following day Polanski was arrested after the girl told her family what had happened. Police also raided Nicholson's house and found cocaine and hashish.
Nicholson, who was in Aspen, was made to provide his fingerprints, but they were not found on the stash of drugs.
However, the actor, in an astonishingly ill-considered outburst, defended Polanski - who was found guilty of sexually abusing a minor but fled abroad to escape jail - saying it would not have been a crime in the director's native Poland.
And while Miss Broussard, who was half his age, replaced Huston on his arm at Hollywood events (she bore him a son, Raymond, now 15, to add to their daughter Lorraine), Nicholson refused even to give her a key to his Hollywood home and, instead, moved her and the children into a house down the road. He insisted he needed to be "by myself so I can think devilish thoughts".
Frequently, however, they were not confined to his imagination and he is said to have cheated on Broussard with the French actress Julie Delpy.
Furthermore, three years ago it was claimed by a U.S. newspaper that the star, who has a reputed £140 million-fortune, pays child support to a former Hollywood waitress, Jennine Gourin, whose 11-year-old daughter he is said to have fathered.
Finally, Rebecca grew so tired of his philandering that she began an affair of her own with her co-star in the never-to-be-released film Blue Champagne, into which Nicholson sank £3 million of his own money in a failed attempt to launch her career.
Nicholson went on to have a short affair with British former wild child Amanda De Cadenet before meeting Lara Flynn Boyle. Despite claims they would marry, she, too, found he was not to be trusted with other women and her dramatic weight loss (she was six-and-a-half-stone by the time they split in 2003) was blamed on their relationship.
With age, however, Jack has had to get used to having his advances spurned.
Last year, he issued an apology to Nicole Kidman for making a pass at her when they appeared together for photographers at the Oscars, despite the fact she was there with her husband-tobe Keith Urban - although he refused to say what he used as a chat-up line which was said to have elicited a gasp of shock from the Moulin Rouge actress.
He admits: "I'm still playing the field a little, though not nearly as much as some people think."
Already, his role in his new movie as a dying man living out his final dreams is said to be a favourite to win him a fourth Oscar. For the famously libidinous Mr Nicholson, there can be few wishes, one suspects, he hasn't already had granted.
June 6, 2011
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The Essentiel spring/summer 2011 collection also includes shirts, t-shirts, blazers, cardigans and tunics, which are a must for this upcoming spring season. With sailor stripes refusing to go away, one can spot them in the Essentiel lookbook too amid other gorgeous prints and embellishments, cute bows and flowers.
The Essentiel spring/summer 2011 collection has three main sources of inspiration. The first one is “West Side Story”, which features a special color combination that includes blue, red and white, with a bright yellow shade being added to this palette. As summer is the perfect season to seek new adventures and discover new places, the second source is an adventure book. The color palette including khaki, camel and ocher strongly makes us think to a journey in Africa.
Still, for less adventurous and daring types, Essentiel comes with bohemian items, specially created for girls who love clothes exuding femininity. Therefore, adorable dresses and lovely tunics in an interesting and contrasting red and black color combination represent the best choices for those looking for the uber-feminine, romantic appearance.
Since Liberty prints have been so popular during the past seasons, the Essentiel spring/summer 2011 lookbook brings you a touch of color through sweet floral printed short dresses and blouses that can easily make a feminine statement. As for the colors used, bright shades of yellow and red flawlessly alternate with milder hues of white and beige.
Accessories are known as the best way to add some interest to a dull, simple outfit. The Essentiel spring/summer 2011 collection also proposes one-of-a-kind, wearable accessories such as scarves, belts and unique handbags. Platform and high-heeled sandals are a must for the warm season. They come in neutral colors or, on the contrary, in rainbow-inspired, vivid shades of yellow, green or red.
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Criswell Predicts 1966 IS BACK!
Criswell Predicts 1966
One of my favorite characters has to be Jeron Criswell King, a pop psychic who was active in the 1960s and ’70s. Most of you probably know that he was in schlock director Ed Wood’s stable of “actors,” and appeared in many of his disasterously wonderful films, notably Plan 9 From
Outer Space and Orgy of the Dead.
Here he is on the Tonight Show from December 31, 1965, making predictions of dude/ nude ranches, discovery of the hollow earth, and an American on the Moon by the end of 1966. Carson gets in some good zingers without making fun of old Criswell.
“Plan 9 from Outer Space” (1959)
Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959):
“Unspeakable Horrors From Outer Space Paralyze The Living And Resurrect The Dead!”
It’s midnight, on a Tuesday, and once again I return to the world of abysmal films of dubious social import. This evening’s miss-adventure is “Plan 9 from Outer Space,” a 1959 sci-fi film that has strong grounds to compete for the title of “worst movie of all time (behind Manos: Hands of Fate).” While Manos is unwatchable tripe, however, Plan 9 is at least outrageously funny and, at the $1 I paid for it, a heck of a steal. I couldn’t believe when I found it in the bin — the holy grail of terrible science fiction that I had heard so much about. Finally I would be able to see for myself the pure, unadulterated, hilarious horror that is “Plan 9 from Outer Space.” It was a triumphant moment in that Dollar Store as I stood wedged between the DVD rack, the discount sunglasses, and the dollar CDs from artists no one has ever heard of. It was my turn to witness what has been dubbed one of the worst films of all time. But, I cannot wax poetic forever on my moment of triumph. Instead, to the review!
The film opens and, immediately, you know that you are in for a treat. A film of such spectacularly bad proportions it cannot be fathomed by your “juvenile, human minds.” You are left in a sort of stupor that lingers momentarily between alarm and outright joy. This is knowing “Plan 9 from Outer Space.” This is knowing Ed Wood’s soul intimately. Like a lover…with serious continuity issues. That aside, the opening, narrated by a man named “Criswell” is an omen of all the absurdity to come. Delivered in a voice akin to that of the “Man-Behind-The-Curtain” in the Wozard of Oz, Criswell tells us:
Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown… the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of grave robbers from outer space?
Brace yourselves, you too are to become the unfortunate witnesses to this dark day that foretells of the future, while simultaneously occurring in the past. It is also important to recall that all these future events will effect us at some later point. Dare I say in the future? My God, its so brilliantly esoteric! And it was delivered with such a brilliant combination of lighting, shadowing, and creepy hair silhouetting.
It was at this point that I considered raiding the liquor cabinet, because I was pretty sure Plan 9 had to involve some form of hard alcohol in order for it to begin like this. Ed Wood was either alcoholic or so brilliantly insane as to appear in a constant state of inebriation to form such a film in his “juvenile, human mind.” Just thinking about it gets my pineal and pituitary gland tingling. Of course that could be the long distance electrodes being shot into them, in order to resurrect the recently dead. You heard that correctly, the aliens (who look shockingly human down to the their lipstick) are regenerating the dead of the Earth to rise up and destroy mankind!
It’s all so nefariously absurd as to be almost, not-all-all plausible. For one thing, the science in this movie is abysmal, even by 50′s b-movie standards and for another, they can only resurrect the recently dead. Meaning, well, they need to start killing people. The first victim is the wife of old man played by Bela Lugosi, who, ironically, dies during the making of the film. This leaves Ed Wood with only a few shots of the only veteran actor on his cast. His answer to this? Splice them in constantly, even if they don’t really fit. And if they don’t fit at all, resort to simply hiring a double who holds a cape over his face the entire time and is the least-convincing body double in the history of cinema. Of course, the old man dies as well and before he too is resurrected by Plan 9 he has a funeral. And at that funeral, Criswell tells us in high-pitched tones:
At the funeral of the old man, unknown to his mourners, his DEAD WIFE was watching!
Bela Lugosi dies halfway through filming, so what we get is the Uncle from the Munsters perpetually covering his face.
And this was only in the first ten minutes! There’s still 60-odd minutes to go and already the narration and dialogue are so helplessly bad that I’m rolling on the floor wondering if I will ever stop laughing. Wondering if that, in the future, I will be so affected by this future events, that I will laugh uproariously at totally inappropriate times.
Of course, the plot thickens. By that, I mean, becomes even less coherent. The police sent to investigate are either frightened off, trip over the cheap, wooden gravestones that are scattered as thick as fleas in the graveyard set (which in turn, topple out of the ground as well) and where the aliens plunder for fresh corpses, or are themselves turned into slow-moving, ineffective, and completely useless weapons for Plan 9. Did I mention the cops are completely incompetent?
They have a habit of waving their guns around at other people, using them to adjust their hats, and even pointing them at themselves. Its like no one is even trying to make this movie logical. Nothing makes sense. Nothing. As I watched this movie I felt what meth addicts must feel — a desperate need for the world to make sense again. Ed Wood’s creation had become a dizzying drug for my mind, turning it to a confusing mush of unintelligible plot points, not-so-subtle sexism, and the “Catch-22″-ness of the military’s reaction to the aliens.
The military in this movie is one of the points I found most amusing. At one point a general and a colonel discuss what the colonel claims to have seen in the sky and shot at. They banter back and forth, the colonel insisting that he saw a flying saucer as the general staunchly denies they exist, saying that orders from the top say they don’t. He asks the colonel if he wants to continue to claim he saw what he did, even threatening him with court-martial. The colonel insists again and the general, pauses, lights up a cigarette, and says simply: “I like you, Colonel.” And the proceeds to tell him that saucers do exist, there are aliens on earth, and that they’ve been trying to communicate with us for some time.
Man, is it dizzy in here, or is it me?
Ultimately, the movie meanders on through hilarious situations that I wouldn’t be able to summarize without writing a doctoral thesis on the subject. Suffice it to say they are hilarious, full of woodenly-delivered lines, and also of poorly-considered science. The movie draws to a close with a confrontation between human and alien on board the flying hubcap…erm, saucer. They argue for a bit about who deserves to kill who and the various benefits of eradicating the human race before Eros, the alien overlord, gets right to the point with a poorly-crafted analogy rooted in dubious, dubious science:
Colonel Tom Edwards: You speak of Solaranite. But just what is it?
Eros: Take a can of your gasoline. Say this can of gasoline is the sun. Now, you spread a thin line of it to a ball, representing the earth. Now, the gasoline represents the sunlight, the sun particles. Here we saturate the ball with the gasoline, the sunlight. Then we put a flame to the ball. The flame will speedily travel around the earth, back along the line of gasoline to the can, or the sun itself. It will explode this source and spread to every place that gasoline, our sunlight, touches. Explode the sunlight here, gentlemen, you explode the universe. Explode the sunlight here and a chain reaction will occur direct to the sun itself and to all the planets that sunlight touches, to every planet in the universe. This is why you must be stopped. This is why any means must be used to stop you. In a friendly manner or as (it seems) you want it.
So there it is, Ed Wood. I see what you did there, with your crazy LSD trip of a mind. You’re pulling some “Day the Earth Stood Still” bullshit on us. The humans must die because they will only destroy themselves as well as the universe with their crazy sun-exploding, gasoline-wielding analogy weapons! But Wood, we know who’s side you play the skirt-lifting cheerleader for! It’s the aliens! Wait, you set their ship on fire. Also, you suddenly made them megalomaniac, wife-beaters? The humans escaped? Wait, but they can continue to develop their weapons, right? I’m waiting for the plot twist. The aliens are immune to fire? The reanimated corpses are actually useful? All the purple satin the aliens wear is special fire-retardant armor? Oh…the saucer just blew up. So, the movie’s over? Ah, I see, almost, except for the preachy close with Criswell warning us that God needs to help humanity.
I think I’ve found the best dollar bin DVD yet.
Best Sexual Healing…Grieving Moment:
Criswell: “The grief from his wife’s death became greater and greater agony. The home they had so long shared became a tomb, a sweet memory of her joyous living. The sky to which he had once looked was now only a covering for her dead body. The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hands became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks. Confused by his great loss, the old man left that home… never to return again!”
Best Tie-In To Real Events:
Aliens do exist and they do wear purple sateen suits that look like something from a gay porno based in the middle ages.
Best Un-Real Event:
Sunlight exploding the galaxy? Reanimated corpses? Ed Wood directing his way out of a soggy paper bag? Take your pick.
Best Plot Twist:
The aliens hate us “Because all you of Earth are idiots.”
Best Family Moment:
Jeff Trent: “You promise you’ll lock the doors immediately?”
Paula Trent: “I promise. Besides, I’ll be in bed before a half hour’s gone… with your pillow beside me.”
Jeff Trent: “My pillow?”
Paula Trent: “Well, I have to have something to keep me company while you’re away. Sometimes in the night, when it does get a little lonely, I reach over and touch it. Then it doesn’t seem so lonely anymore.”
“Perhaps, on your way home, someone will pass you in the dark, and you will never know it… for they will be from outer space.”
It was just so good. So perfect. It went everywhere you expected and wanted it to go. Ed Wood, I doff my hat to you sir. You’ve made the top list for my $1 DVDs. You’ve taken home the gold. A 10/10 rating! Despite the horrible continuity between scenes (apparently, Ed Wood didn’t really care if between shots it changed from night to day), the awful sets (plaster walls for the sky, terrible velvet curtains, and the most weakly-designed aircraft set ever, and the god-awful writing and acting, you managed the make the most unintentionally hilarious film ever. Ed Wood, I salute you.
"And in December 2012, the gods will return from their long journey and appear again here on Earth. At least that is what the Mayan calendar, and Mayan written and oral lore, would have us believe. The so-called gods-in other words, the extraterrestrials-will come again. We're in store for a 'god shock' of major proportions."
Ah, it's good to have Erich Von Daniken still out there promoting his "paleocontact" theory. Chariots of the Gods? First appeared in 1968 and since then entire generations of enthusiasts for this material, as well as many Carl Sagan skeptical scientist types condemning it, have come and gone. Von Daniken himself suffered years in jail on tax fraud charges-- not pursued in court until after the publication of his first book-- and over the years has been caught up short over several projects promising proof of the idea that primitive man encountered advanced extraterrestrials. About these things these days he seems contrite, even self-deprecating, while still standing four-square behind the overall thesis.
In Twilight of The Gods, von Daniken sets out again to offer proof of it in the strata of the Puma Punku remains in the Bolivian Andes, a few miles southwest of the city of Tiwanaku, by legend constructed in a single night by space gods. The place contains enormous, precision cut stone blocks, apparently machine tooled by a culture that created an astronomical calendar reflecting 15,000 years of history.
Why do few people know about this, asks Von Daniken? "Is there some sort of conspiracy going on?" As a matter of fact, the space gods theory lately has been getting much more attention with the appearance of cable TV shows like Ancient Aliens, upon which Von Daniken has recently appeared, along with the likes of Christopher Dunn, the engineer who has done much work pointing out similar anomalies in the ruins of ancient Egypt; and David Hatcher Childress, whose publishing house for this kind of thing virtually makes him Von Daniken squared. Von Daniken's endurance in the popular paraculture does, in fact, speaks to the ongoing value of the questions he raises, and he does underscore again in this book the question mark in the title of his most famous.
Many scoff at the idea as unscientific, although scientists as respected as DNA co-discoverer Francis Crick have accepted and even championed the idea of "directed panspermia" as scientifically sound. Von Daniken's critics also have called him racist, or at least willfully ignorant of the authentic accomplishments of ancient human civilizations. Few doubt, however, that space god theory is at least an entertaining way to speculate. Witness, for instance, the enormous hardback reprint of Jack Kirby's comics series The Eternals, originally called Return of the Gods before legal fears stepped in. Kirby took Von Daniken's ideas in directions never intended, as do almost all of Von Daniken's readers and supporters.
<="" img=""> Jack Kirby's take on Van Daniken, later retitled.
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More than just entertainment, Von Daniken's ongoing presence in pop culture is an occasion to learn and review little known facts about parapolitical history. Von Daniken begins Twilight of the Gods with "World Ice Theory" the proto- Nazi occult belief of Hans Horbiger Welteislehre. In 1894 Welteishire invented a new type of valve essential for compressors still in widespread use today, no small accomplishment in the history of technology. But Von Daniken condemns Nazi racism and describes moon hoax theories as "anti-Americanism", but mentioning that Paperclip Nazis he knew like Werner Von Braun who worked on the moon program as all "honorable men." Thus, Twilight of the Gods returns students of conspiracy to a familiar modern moral quagmire, giving the book a dimension not found in the discussion it renews on the mysteries of Tiwanaku and other aspects panspermia that academia just wants to ignore.
Stanton Friedman is a very similar personality, a long-time UFO investigator who has outlasted his many critics in the public arena. Friedman spent the mid 1950s getting degrees in Physics from the University of Chicago--a classmate to Carl Sagan!-- and fourteen years working as a nuclear physicist. His interest in UFOs began in the late 1950s and has spent decades rooting out information from witnesses and archives, famously coining the situation as "the cosmic Watergate," a catch phrase the dates the era of his largest popularity. Newbies to UFOlogy may yet still be impressed by his hard science background, but he's more impressive to enthusiasts of the subject for his long list of hard-researched UFO books. Among them: Captured! The Betty and Barney Hill UFO Experience; TOP SECRET/MAJIC, and Crash At Corona: The Definitive Study of the Roswell Incident. His last most recent book was entitled Flying Saucers and Science, and this current one, co-authored with educator Kathleen Marden, niece of the earliest of modern abductees, Betty and Barney Hill, is called Science Was Wrong.
The book catalogs in an almost Fortean way the long list of scientific developments initially derided and dismissed by the scientific community. This includes air travel itself, of course, but also meteors, X-Rays, the telegraph, space exploration, germ theory--it's a long, sad list. Friedman, in fact, underscores the damage done not only from neglect of new discoveries, such as the slow governmental response to HIV/AIDS, but also by misguided official response to notions such as Social Darwinism, which led to the Eugenics movement in Germany and America. The connection to UFOs is obvious, of course, but the book does not get bogged down in, say, the particulars of the Roswell debate where Friedman often finds himself. Rather, it draws broader conclusions about the responsibility of scientists to get ahead of the UFO phenom, whatever it is. Whether one is a UFO believer or not, this is an essential ethical argument connected to that topic, science in general and the necessity of historical review. Whether or not the Roswell crash story breaks open one day, Friedman's role in bringing this debate before audiences for decades makes him an indispensable public figure.
Coming up: The Flying Saucer (1950) and Funnyman.
4/25/11: Ted Torbich put together his recent interview with Kenn Thomas and some photos from around the net and posted it as a video to YouTube here.
4/19/11: Back and forth with conspiracy researchers usually stops at the forth, with pseudo-skeptics turning off their minds after the first rebuttal of a parapolitical argument. Two recent cases: Acharya S’ work on the history of religion in the Zeitgeist movie became pseudo-debunked by an Australian Christian educational bureaucrat named Dr. Charles Forbes. Her far more convincing rebuttal to that "debunking" appears here. Case number two: Jesse Ventura dismissed and belittled a guest from his own show when interviewed by Piers Morgan on CNN. That guest, Alfred Lambremont Webre , made a far more convincing comeback here. This demonstrates that as a conspiracy theorist, Ventura has about as much credibility as Obama-birther Donald Trump, wrapping the laughter curtain around the topics as if covering himself while arising from an egobath.
4/16/11: The vintage photo blog Shorpy came up with an interesting addition to the recent retread of the Guy Hottel flying saucer memo. Of course, at Shorpy, "there's always something interesting."
4/12/11: New comments on Kirby at Rob Steibel's most excellent Kirby Dynamics.! (kt's comments now a little further down the page)
4/10/11: Researchers trying to Roswell-cubbyhole a well-known 7/15/47 note by J. Edgar Hoover now see its infamous "La." abbreviation as possibly being "Sw"--as in "Southwest", like around Roswell where the flying saucer crashed. Steamshovel agrees that the damned abbreviation could be anything, especially in a time before the standardization of such abbreviations.
The memo goes on that "the army grabbed it and would not let us have it for cursory examination." Well, J. Edgar, it's kinda diffcult to just pass over a big ol' space ship for cursory examination, much less the reported field of scattered debris. Perhaps he refers to the 30 inch saucer handed over to Guy Banister three days prior to Hoover's note. Banister was FBI special agent in charge in northwest US at the time-later famous for his association with Lee Harvey Oswald down in Louisiana ("La."!)--who reported that the army took the small saucer. This happened in Twin Falls, Idaho, was turned over in Butte, Montana, and got reported in the Tacoma and Seattle papers, and who knows how J. Edgar might have abbreviated any of those? Read all about it in JFK & UFO!
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