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There is a remarkably close parallel between the problems of the physicist and those of the cryptographer. The system on which a message is enciphered corresponds to the laws of the universe, the intercepted messages to the evidence available, the keys for a day or a message to important constants which have to be determined. The correspondence is very close, but the subject matter of cryptography is very easily dealt with by discrete machinery, physics not so easily. Alan Turing (via slartibartfastibast)

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centuriespast:

Hubert Robert (1733-1808), French         
The Tomb of Virgil at Posilipo, near Naples, 1784 
Oil on canvas  
La Salle University of Art

centuriespast:

Hubert Robert (1733-1808), French         

The Tomb of Virgil at Posilipo, near Naples, 1784 

Oil on canvas  

La Salle University of Art

bobbygio:

Hieronymus Bosch - Concert in the Egg

bobbygio:

Hieronymus Bosch - Concert in the Egg

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abominablethings:

mechanical-bull:

all gone

Don’t fucking do that!

abominablethings:

mechanical-bull:

all gone

Don’t fucking do that!

wilburwhateley:

Eugene Berman’s Cassandra and Medusa’s Corner (1942-43)

(Source: cyborgtentacles, via deadwicked)

I’m angry that I live in a world where a man who picks food for a living can’t afford to feed his family. Cesar Chavez (x)

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mailorderapocrypha:

DEATHLESSNESS IS AS NATURAL AS BREATHING!! (1983)

mailorderapocrypha:

DEATHLESSNESS IS AS NATURAL AS BREATHING!! (1983)

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When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world. Niccolò Machiavelli (via wordpainting)

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vultheironbelly:

chroniclesofamber:

Cyber-Dys-Punk-Topia

“There was a place near an airport, Kowloon, when Hong Kong wasn’t China, but there had been a mistake, a long time ago, and that place, very small, many people, it still belonged to China. So there was no law there. An outlaw place. And more and more people crowded in; they built it up, higher. No rules, just building, just people living. Police wouldn’t go there. Drugs and whores and gambling. But people living, too. Factories, restaurants. A city. No laws.

William Gibson, Idoru

It was the most densely populated place on Earth for most of the 20th century, where a room cost the equivalent of US$6 per month in high rise buildings that belonged to no country. In this urban enclave, “a historical accident”, law had no place. Drug dealers, pimps and prostitutes lived and worked alongside kindergartens, and residents walked the narrow alleys with umbrellas to shield themselves from the endless, constant dripping of makeshift water pipes above….

Kowloon ‘Walled’ City lost its wall during the Second World War when Japan invaded and razed the walls for materials to expand the nearby airport. When Japan surrendered, claims of sovereignty over Kowloon finally came to a head between the Chinese and the British. Perhaps to avoid triggering yet another conflict in the wake of a world war, both countries wiped their hands of the burgeoning territory.

And then came the refugees, the squatters, the outlaws. The uncontrolled building of 300 interconnected towers crammed into a seven-acre plot of land had begun and by 1990, Kowloon was home to more than 50,000 inhabitants….

Despite earning its Cantonese nickname, “City of Darkness”, amazingly, many of Kowloon’s residents liked living there. And even with its lack of basic amenities such as sanitation, safety and even sunlight, it’s reported that many have fond memories of the friendly tight-knit community that was “poor but happy”.

“People who lived there were always loyal to each other. In the Walled City, the sunshine always followed the rain,” a former resident told the South China Morning Post….

Today all that remains of Kowloon is a bronze small-scale model of the labyrinth in the middle a public park where it once stood.

This isn’t to say places like Kowloon Walled City no longer exist in Hong Kong….

— from Anywhere But Here: Kowloon “Anarchy” City

too fucking cool for words

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deerypoof:

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

deerypoof:

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

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mestghanmia:

"Here we drown Algerians", Pont Saint-Michel, Paris
The Paris massacre of 1961
Paris police massacre more than 200 Algerians marching in the city in support of peace talks to end their country’s war of independence against France. 

mestghanmia:

"Here we drown Algerians", Pont Saint-Michel, Paris

The Paris massacre of 1961

Paris police massacre more than 200 Algerians marching in the city in support of peace talks to end their country’s war of independence against France. 

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leebarguss:

Glen Orchy & Glen Etive (by Julian Calverley)

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