A temple covered in ash from the Ontake volcanic eruption, Japan
An accurate depiction of hallucinating on LSD
A Japanese pilot who attacked a town in Oregon during WWII returned 20 years later to present his family’s 400-year-old sword as a symbol of regret. His daughter later said, if he had received a hostile reaction, he would’ve used the sword to perform a ritual suicide by disembowelment instead. (sharpen-up.com)
Scarlett Johansson really approached random men while filming Under the Skin (2013), asking them “Are you single? What are you doing tonight?” and offering them a lift. None of them were actors and some of the footage ended up in the film. (article)
What was life like before the internet?
When I was a little kid, and I asked my parents a non-obvious question about the human body or biology, their answer would be “Ask your uncle Paulo next time we see him. He’s a doctor”. Other questions about various topics would get “Let’s call up grandma and ask her; She’s a teacher”, or “Let’s see if the encyclopedia has anything about this”, or “Ask your teacher if, during recess, you can go ask the librarian at school”.
What movies are playing? Let’s check the newspaper.
How do we get there? Either they sent us directions, or we can open up a map and figure that out, then carry the map with us in case the roads have surprises such as closed exits or in case we make a wrong turn. (Intermediary stage between then and today: Let’s open up that newfangled Mapquest and print out custom directions!)
Say I have an interest in learning photography, or model rocketry, or whatever. I tell my parents and my friends at school (and maybe the person at the store that sells supplies for that hobby). Hopefully someone says “I know someone who does that, and they have a club that meets every-so-often. Talk with them!”, otherwise I’m basically SOL. Nowadays, hobbyists have huge networks that allow them to learn quickly from others, share knowledge, and build things like Linux and Wikipedia.
Street vendor selling mummies in Egypt, 1865
During the Victorian era of 1800’s, Napoleon’s conquest of Egypt threw open the Gates of Egypt’s history for the Europeans. At that time, mummies were not accorded the respect that they deserved from the European elites and in fact, mummies could be purchased from street vendors (as shown in picture) to be used as the main event for parties and social gatherings that took place in the 18th century. The elites of the era would often hold “Mummy Unwrapping Parties”, which, as the name suggests, had the main theme in which a Mummy would be unwrapped in front of a boisterous audience, cheering and applauding at the same time.
During that period of time, the well-preserved remains of ancient Egyptians were routinely ground into powder and consumed as a medicinal remedy. Indeed, so popular was pulverized mummy that it even instigated a counterfeit trade to meet demand, in which the flesh of beggars was passed off as that of ancient mummified Egyptians.
As the Industrial Revolution progressed, so Egyptian mummies were exploited for more utilitarian purposes: huge numbers of human and animal mummies were ground up and shipped to Britain and Germany for use as fertilizer. Others were used to create mummy brown pigment or were stripped of their wrappings, which were subsequently exported to the US for use in the paper-making industry. The author Mark Twain even reported that mummies were burnt in Egypt as locomotive fuel.
When photographer Eric Lafforgue took photo’s of North Korea, he never expected to be banned from the rogue state for his entire life. North Korean leader, Kim Jong Un, didn’t want anyone to see these photos because the images reveal the shocking extent of the deprivation suffered by people who live there. Here are the pictures that ultimately got him banned for life.
Without electricity, daily life would look bad. So they wanted it deleted
Bathing in the river is common and portrays poverty.
Piranhas are terrifying
A Navy SEAL’s weapon case
Steven Tyler had a fourteen-year-old girl’s parents sign consent over to him so he could do whatever he wanted to her (article)
In 1975, Steven Tyler convinced the parents of 14 year old groupie Julia Holcomb (Holcolm) to sign over guardianship to him so that she could live with him in Boston. Tyler who was 27 at the time, dated and did drugs with Holcolm for 3 years before they eventually broke up after unplanned pregnancy which resulted in an abortion. Tyler returned Julia to her parents at the age of 17.
Elvis Presley was 24 years old when he started seeing 14 year old Priscilla
What’s It Like To Try Ecstasy?
I am a forty-something professional man, happily married. My wife and I arranged to take e one Monday evening during the Christmas / New Year break with some close friends of ours, an older couple whom we have known, loved and respected for about fifteen years. They were “old hands” and my wife had done it once before. We had agreed that this would be the night I tried e for the first time. While I had some slight trepidation, I knew I would be OK as I trusted them all completely.
Sitting comfortably in our cosy living room, Café del Mar and similar CDs playing in the background, we began at 8 pm. I swallowed one white tablet with water. My male friend then asked us what intentions, if any, we each had for the session. Mine, I decided, was “to lighten up a bit,” as for the last few years I had been having an incredibly heavy time with multiple illnesses and levels of stress that had left me feeling completely beaten up by life. I had become tense, withdrawn and sullen — still able to function and superficially OK, but hardly my old self.
Over the next hour nothing much happened except that I found myself talking quite openly and confidently with the others, moving very easily into interesting conversations. This was a little unusual for me as I am normally quite shy and overly self-conscious in social situations and it takes me a while to loosen up. In fact, it unnerved me for a moment when I first noticed it — Is this really me talking? — but I soon realised that nothing was coming out of my mouth that was in any way inconsistent with my intelligence or my best intentions, and that I was still very much in charge of myself. What had happened, I realised, was that my neurotic self-checking filters, the ones that have to inspect and approve everything I say before I say it, several times over, had dropped away, creating a clear passage for my natural self-expression. I began to trust the e.