Trevor Paglen - They Watch the Moon (2010)

"This photograph depicts a classified ‘listening station’ deep in the forests of West Virginia.

The station is located at the center of the National Radio Quiet Zone, a region of approximately 34,000 square kilometers in West Virginia and parts of Maryland.

Within the Quiet Zone, radio transmissions are severely restricted: omnidirectional and high-powered transmissions (such as wireless internet devices and FM radio stations) are not permitted.

The listening station, which forms part of the global ECHELON system, was designed in part to take advantage of a phenomenon called moonbounce.

Moonbounce involves capturing communications and telemetry signals from around the world as they escape into space, hit the moon, and are reflected back towards Earth.

The photograph is a long exposure under the full moon light.”

Tortoise - Gamera (live at Lee’s Palace, 1997)

I think deep down, we all secretly knew that this boat existed. I just didn’t think I’d ever actually see it in person.

Actual mountain.

It Just Doesn’t Matter - Meatballs


smallstegosaurus asked:

What is your spirit animal?



Rhinocerous with a switchblade. Next question.


The Beatles, Paris, June 20, 1965

(via chores)


The Sonics - Cinderella


New York City

John Fahey made his guitar sound open as the American West, and with his hands he massaged an aural optimism from wood and metal that had seen the darkness, but decided to remain in light, as they say.

Tonight at Ace Outpost NYC Steve Lowenthal will be launching his biography Dance of Death: The Life of John Fahey. David Fricke is going to say a little something. Music. All of it.  







I will never get over how hard I laughed the first time I saw this

Oh man the… the thing it was from named it and just the mention of the name will set me off now

None Pizza with Left Beef

none pizza with left beef is probably the funniest possible thing i can think of right now

Why does this make me so ridiculously happy

i keep looking at this, and loving it.


“They say Los Angeles is like The Wizard of Oz. One minute it’s small-town monochrome neighborhoods and then boom—all of a sudden you’re in a sprawling Technicolor freak show, dense with midgets. Unfortunately, this story does not take place in Los Angeles.”