Steampunk Magazine, Issue # 1

Steampunk Magazine Issue #1

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Photographs and Movies about the Invention of the Airplane

I am easily overwhelmed. Every morning I wake up in the same bed, in the midst of the same surroundings to which I know so well. The pale white walls ornamented with art, the burgundy linen curtains that I move aside to embrace the morning sky. I see the patches of clouds, the dim morning sun yet to reach its brilliance and the airplane passing by casting fleeting shadows on the ground below. These things never become old to me. It's as if my eyes have retained the virgin blue of an infant who is seeing the world for the first time.

Recently I came across a wonderful site dedicated to the history of
Flying machines. Complete with library, images, patents, inventors, merchandise, models, simulator, flight tales, and links to other sites concerning flying machines. I'm so excited to have found this and I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I.

(Click on the title)

Today's Mnemonic

ELEPHANTS

Here's a mnemonic means of recalling the differences between the African and the Indian elephant:

India's big, and its elephant there features
But Africa's bigger, with much bigger creatures.

Or put another way:

India's big, but Africa's bigger,
The same as their elephants - easy to figure!.

There is also another way to tell the difference. Generally speaking, the African elephant's large ears tend to resemble its continent. while the Asian elephant's ears resemble the outline of India!



"India! What a capital idea!"

Song of the night

Tonight's song is one of my favorites to sing
in the shower, on the street corner or wherever I may be.
I'll never smile again was written by Ruth Lowe in 1939
and was brought to fame by Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra,
with Ol' Blues Eyes, Frank Sinatra on vocals.
This particular version is very dear to me.
Its the Hi-lo's plus one..

Poem of the night

GHAZAL OF UNFORSEEN LOVE
By Frederico Garcia Lorca

No one understood the fragrance
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
No one knew how you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian ponies bedded down
in the moonlit plaza of your forehead
while for four nights I lassoed
your waist, the enemy of snow.

Between gypsum and jasmine, your glance
was a pale branchful of seeds.
I searched my breast to give you
the ivory letters that spell always,

always, always: garden of my agony,
your body forever fugitive,
the blood of your veins in my mouth
and your mouth already my tomb, emptied of light.

Pieces of Jules et Jim

Jules and Jim (French: Jules et Jim) is a 1962 French film directed by François Truffaut and based on the semi-autobiographical novel by Henri-Pierre Roché.

Truffaut described the book as 'a perfect hymn to love and perhaps to life' . He came across it during the mid 1950s whilst browsing through some secondhand books in Paris and later befriended the elderly author who approved of the young director's attempt to translate the words on the page into celluloid images.

Here are some lines from the film that I love:
not to mention my favorite scene when Jim took the gun
from Catherine and jumped out the window.. hehe...

Catherine: As a little girl I learned: "Our Father who art in Heaven"
I thought it said "who arts in heaven."
I imagined my father with an easel, painting outside the
pearly gates.

Catherine: Go back to Giberte, since she writes you every day.
Jim: Your unfair.
Catherine: No doubt I am.
But I'm heartless.
That's why I don't love you, and why I'll never love anyone.
Besides, I'm 32 and you're 29.
When you're 40 and I'm 43, you'll want a girl of 25,
and I'll be left alone like a fool.



Jules: Dear imaginary invalid, come as soon as you can.
Catherine awaits a letter.
Write in large letters for her eyes are tired and she
can only read large writing.

Catherine: This paper is your skin.
This ink is my blood.
I'm pressing hard so the ink enters in.
Answer me quickly.

Narrator: They didn't speak, but they made love once more
in that cold, sad hotel room, not knowing why -
perhaps to bring their story to a close.
It was like a burial, or as if they were already dead.

Narrator: So they created nothing.
Jim thought, 'its fine to want to rediscover the laws for
human life, but how practical it must be to conform to
existing ones. We played with the sources of life and lost."



Jim: " A women on a ship gives herself in her imagination to
a stranger."
It struck me as a confession. That's how you explore the
universe.

Catherine: Jules, watch us carefully

Automobiles killed the Automat Star

Imagine a coin-operated vending machine the size of a 7-11 serving all the snack foods and drinks you would typically find there but on real dishes with metal utensils, and drinks in glasses. Automats were the first fast food restaurants where simple foods were served by coin-operated machines and soon after, bill-operated machines. The first automat opened its doors in the U.S on June 12, 1902 in Philadelphia by Horn & Hardart, a German-born, New Orleans-raised entrepreneurial duo
that revolutionized the way Americans ate. The Automat business flourished until 1950's with the growth of Suburbs and fast food restaurants with drive-thru windows.
By the 1970's the Automat era was over.
Horn & Hardart finally closed the doors of their last establishment in 1991. But in 2001 BAMN attempted to revive the Automat in New York City's East Village, only to close down in March of 2009.



Isn't it interesting how things change over time
but in a way stay quintessentially the same.
You have to ask yourself "What's next ?"
Everyday the lines of extinction are becoming more apparent.
When was the last time you saw a Pay phone on a street corner ?
Soon it will be the Mail pan or the Mailman,
"whatever happened to the milkman.. the paperboy.. evening tv
you miss your old familiar friends waiting just around the bend."

Poem of the day

Fragmentary Blue
by: Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.


From "New Hampshire", 1923

An evening with Fred Astaire

An Evening With Fred Astaire was a hour-long television special starring Fred Astaire
which broadcast on NBC on October 17, 1958.
Produced at NBC's Color City studios in Burbank, California,
it was the first major television show to be prerecorded on color videotape.

The show was sponsored by Chrysler Corporation, and typical for advertising of the era, Chrysler cars featured prominently in the show; Astaire's final words were "I only hope the show is as good as the cars."

I busted my head like Fred Astaire

About a year ago I busted my head while skateboarding at Rogers skate park in Inglewood California. My friends rushed me to Centinela Hospital where I sat in the waiting room for about thirty minutes bleeding from my head.
Finally I get to go behind the big white doors separating the zombies from the cure
and I meet a man who asked me questions about my injury. "How did it happen ?"
he said.. "See, well, Sir, my skateboard and I" "Ah ha, another skateboarder, why I remember a long time go a famous dancer by the name of Fred Astaire came to me with a busted head, he told me he tried to ride a skateboard because his grand children could not believe he could do all these amazing things and not know how to ride a skateboard" I felt so privileged to be in the presence of someone who actually had a conversation with Fred Astaire. I also thought it was funny that the park where I just happened to bust my head is called Rogers park, like Ginger Rogers..

Here is a lovely video I found on Youtube
of Fred and Ginger dancing Cheek to Cheek
in the 1935 screwball musical Top Hat.
The film was written by Allan Scott, and Dwight Taylor. It was directed by Mark Sandrich. Other than the dancing, what really makes this movie a classic
are the songs, all written by the amazing Irving Berlin.

Noah's Ark

So you have arrived, a little late, some say better to come
late than not to come at all. I say, "Jai guru deva om"
This is the International Silver String Submarine Blog
All of the material you'll find haunting these yellow portals
pairs nicely with a glass of fine wine and an open mind.

I am a connoisseur of all things old and forgotten,
lost and found, dead and gone, the ghost of which
still lingers around in a dusty thrift store, garage sales
or a digital database.

The name: International Silver String Submarine Blog
is adapted from an Our Gang routine
in which the gang is auditioning for a radio program
as the "International Silver String Submarine Band"

I believe the world is beautiful
but there are things about today
that make me long for yesterday.

- Noah Price