Jun
07
2006
1

Metro Net

This.

And more here.

I know exactly what to use this for. And funny that the guy's name is Martin.

Thanks to ScottC for the headsup.

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Jun
03
2006
0

Futurotica: The Techno-Fetish Lair

Porphyre, our Lady of Perpetual Dreampepper, has co-founded a new LiveJournal place to go and gawk at the future. Futurotica they call it, and I've Bloglined it. Go and taste it. Chew it. It's delicious.

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Mar
22
2006
0

Cities…When They're Not

The variable city. Packed to the gills then empty.

In Spain one can find a linear city all along the coast built for tourism, a section of land that becomes the most crowded region in Europe, but just for a short time. It’s a city for only three months in summer, when thousands of people come looking for the sea and the sun. The rest of the year it becomes a ghost city, a city without any a function, with no people and no services.

Found via We Make Money Not Art.

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Dec
24
2005
1
Nov
13
2005
0

The Art of Zdzislaw Beksinski

Wow. Here's the MetaFilter post with links to his work. That is some creepy, haunting shit. I mean, look at this. That's the kind of stuff to give me nightmares. The cool nightmares where I have a steno pad and take notes.

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Nov
07
2005
0

Cross Section of Underground NYC

More goodness for an unannounced project that I have on tap. Just putting it here so I'll remember to find it later.

Found via Gridskipper.

Written by Widge in: Projects, Writing Fodder |
Nov
06
2005
0

Oh, Perfect. This is Just What I Needed.

WWII Army Sea Forts. On stilts.

Found via Boing Boing.

And somebody's already caught it and asked WTF is up with this to which I must reply: patience. Patience.

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No, really.

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