In my previous post I wrote about finding my first passport, how it sparked astonishment at seeing my younger self and how it reminded me of a life-changing event that resulted in a period of prolific painting. The passing of my youthful innocence isn't the ending of the era I'm referring to here however.Read More
They came in a van with a cherry picker on the back, and did something to all the street lamps in my street...Read More
On Monday 3 March, I went along to the latest ‘Jim meets…’ interview at the University of Surrey, with special guest Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock, presenter of the BBC’s ‘Sky at Night’ series.Read More
Some poor sap would have woken to find this done to their car. It has ladders on top. Perhaps they are a cowboy builder and this is revenge enacted by a disgruntled customer?
It must have just happened right in front of me because the traffic was moving swiftly and only slowed as we were right up close enough for me to grab this photo.
If I was ten minutes later...Read More
So this accident caused a big queue of traffic in the morning on my way to work. On the way home that same evening, the two unfortunate vehicles that were in the accident were still there.
According to currently standard cosmology, the universe started with a Big Bang, immediately followed by a fleeting moment of exponential expansion, called “inflation”. Following this it settled down to a more sedate expansion, but due to what is called “dark energy," it is currently commencing a second period of exponential expansion that is expected to continue indefinitely. In this talk I describe an alternative idea, which argues that this picture provides merely one aeon of a continual succession of such aeons. The Universe never collapses in this model, but the remote future of each aeon becomes, when infinitely scaled down, the big bang of the next. Collisions between supermassive black holes in the aeon previous to ours would, according to my model, provide disturbances that should be just about observable in the cosmic microwave background of our own aeon. In this talk I shall describe evidence indicating that these disturbances may actually be present, and possibly providing us with some hint of what the aeon prior to ours may actually have been like. The talk will be largely free of equations, depending mostly on pictures, but a brief summary of the equations needed for the theory will be provided at the end.
The complete 1971 set of 'the Race into Space' collectors cards in the original album
My mum was clearing out her attic recently so I got to trawl through a load of stuff I’ve kept from childhood. I was delighted to come across this album, and to find that all the collectors cards were still in situ - over 40 years later. I still remember making my mum buy loads of Brooke Bond PG Tips tea so I could collect what to the 8 year old me were mesmerising images of our not too distant future…
This was so very early on in the era of space exploration. Neil Armstrong had only walked on the moon two years before, and the space shuttle was still in the earliest stages of planning. The page below shows what was envisioned then. Notice that the booster for the orbiter shuttle was itself a piloted craft which, having launched the orbiter, would have flown home. Very different to what finally flew, but somewhat reminiscent of the 747 that transported the retired shuttle recently, for example.
Space Shuttle Discovery DC Fly-Over, photograph courtesy of Nasa
But the pages that filled me with the most wonder were the confident predictions about moon bases and manned flights to Mars. Sadly, 40 years later, these scenarios remain as speculative as they were in 1971.
On my way to work this morning I saw this accident involving a London black cab and a Transit van near Coombe Lane on the A3 in Kingston. Nobody seemed hurt but the cab was pretty spectacularly totalled. The police had shut two lanes causing a massive tailback on the London-bound carriageway of the A3.
So quite early in the day I had my entry for my daily photo journal in the bag.
I have lived in the southernmost part of the Borough of Wandsworth, in Streatham, for nearly fifteen years. Originally I thought I lived in Tooting. Then I thought it was the Furzedown. On an old map I found, I also identified my little locality as Lonesome, which was supposedly named after Lonesome House, which once stood here, though others suggest that the district itself was called Lonesome by virtue of its isolation. In the late 18th century Lonesome stood on the edge of the extensive lavender fields of Mitcham.
But I reckon that more accurately I am probably in Streatham Vale. Sounds lovely and picturesque does it not?
In the time I have lived here, my local greengrocer has been murdered with a shotgun in his shop, and there has been a drive-by gang shooting at the end of the road. (These were the biggies. There have obviously also been countless muggings, assaults, burglaries and thefts. In all categories, crime rates tend to be higher than the national average).
Once, a drug dealer and his girlfriend lived in the flat next door. They fought loudly, publicly and continuously. Doors slamming and crashing and cinematic cascades of furniture being thrown about the place. Once, she chased this unsavoury character into the street hurling bottles of lager after him. Unfortunately for me, he took shelter behind my car, which suffered somewhat from the assault. They are long gone now, replaced by a much nicer (and quieter) couple.
The police arrive en masse at the scene of a heinous fruit and vegetable-related crime
Immigrant communities have come and gone. A few years ago, there were many Somali people in the street. They’ve mainly moved on up the hill to the other parts of Streatham or elsewhere. Right now, I have lots of neighbours from Eastern Europe.
My local Somali establishment
Another time, they were building some flats in the street round the corner. Some supplies were delivered in a large trailer, which suddenly sank into a hole in the road that opened under it. Apart from the police helicopters that regularly illuminate the gardens at night with their floodlamps, this was probably the most dramatic thing that has happened around here in recent times. Except for when a car drove through the front of my local pharmacy and nearly caused the whole building to collapse.
The council doesn’t provide bins for the refuse in our street. People put bags of food waste out before collection day and these are invariable ripped apart by the urban foxes that come off the local Streatham and Tooting Bec Commons to prowl the streets and search for food at night, so that often when you go out of your front door in the morning the road is strewn with chicken bones, nappies and other unpleasant detritus. Talking of which, stuff is regularly just dumped in the street all the time. Particularly nasty old mattresses. There are always mattresses. In fact, I did a whole photo series of them but gave up on it after 124 photos as it was doing my head in, there were so many.
This week I came across a couple of websites featuring my work, Analog: Radio: Transmission, and Flying High. The first is a site called Analog: Radio: Transmission. The aim of this blog is to draw attention to the relentless technological advancement of 21st Century civilisation. The author states that the overriding theme “is to show our unyielding tendency towards progress, no matter what the cost. Like a child obsessed with what’s behind the only door that is locked in the creepy house or an adults temptation to press the ‘big red button’, we seem to just have to tinker and look to see what might happen.”
Kudos toDr Analog.
The second site is a Hungarian website called Flying High (or possibly flying is good). In a section on seaplanes, they’ve featured a video I made of a seaplane flight over San Francisco. Also featured is one of my old paintings.
To my shame, I’ve had to use Google Translate to decipher what is being said, although I know enough to know that it’s a very poor translation. However, I’m going to leave it uncorrected at the end of this post, because, well, I’m lazy, and it has the feeling of certain random, automatic poetic quality that is quite Hungarian in its own way, and emulates the original.
Divided our country into the distance, the son of painter and designer living in London Kiss élménygyűjtéshez Nicholas travels. Globe-trotting, two years ago, one inevitably beleült float planes, even the Golden Gate Bridge and is no longer in operation Alcatraz prison island city of San Francisco. The good old DHC-2 Beaver is still wandering the city center, the in-flight music and sometimes a bit annoying is returned to the well-off and off when working on engines rumbling voice.
The video should start after a full screen zoom.
Since 1947 the company's operating base in Sausalito since 1994 in the six-way transport of two DeHavilland Canada, that the Beaver is on duty.The Netra also enroll early, as the domain of their seaplane in San Francisco Seaplane Tours and proclaim themselves as such even if they have found the Google search engine. The sightseeing service on the two prices can be found. Shorter 25-minute tour of $160 per person, a 10 minute tour is $50 more expensive. Would be better off if you just add the official video of Nicholas video who is interested in, compare them to other video can be found under the company reported a link under Tour info.
Miklos Kiss goodbye to a picture, find out more about the suggested link for an interview and of course his own side, where even more pictures waiting for visitors.
Finally, plus service announcements, as I write this, we are reluctant public video seaplane sightseeing trips or any other matter not only of our country torn distant son.
Kiss Lajos Karoly
17 July 1937 - 22 October 2011
We love you and will always remember you
The insight tools are now accessible underneath each video, and provide an easy way to check stats about viewers. I was pleased to discover that the video had been embedded on the National Park Reservations and Yosemite Blog sites. As Yosemite is such a hugely popular destination, these websites (particularly the former) must be visited by many folk, and as a consequence, my video is getting a lot of additional hits.
Yosemite is a beautiful and awesome place and it was one of my life’s ambitions to go visit. Happily, I got to spend a few days there in June 2009 on a road trip around California, and it was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.
And here’s a fantastic old film by the National Park Service: