Spotted this guy on my walk to work, near the corner of Washington and Wabash. I don’t run across that much street art on my walks anymore, but this guy kind of caught my eye as I was waiting for the light.
Most every camera or mobile device uses some kind of default naming convention (iPhone: IMG_1234.MOV, GoPro: GOPR1234.MP4). This site searches YouTube for those default file names, and serves up videos that have a low number of views. Because these videos still retain their default file names as titles, it’s unlikely that they’ve shown up in any searches. And it’s very likely these videos haven’t been seen by all that many people.
As I was browsing around, a woman said behind me “I’ve got another box.” I turned, and saw she had set out yet more books to go through. I learned a lot of them were Philosophy books (she and her husband were both professors, I think). I learned that they’re moving, and that these books are a small sample of what they had inside the house.
One golden birthday coin for one birthday zombie boy. One can only wonder whether he at his birthday cake or the other children at his party, first.
If I had my guess, I’d say these keys are from the 50’s or 60’s, and in the neighborhood of 50+ years old. I’m delighted by the fact that someone simply *lost* them in the basement, where they’ve sat all these many years… only to be found by us, decades later.
Walking to work, I spotted one of two hand-written notes taped right outside the entrance of New Wave Coffee. The note reads: “ERIC – Thanks for the sweet note you left on my bicycle this past Sunday evening outside of New wave. Meet me for coffee at New Wave this Sunday, 8PM? – A “ridiculously cute” girl with a green bike”
Living across the street from an auction house, John Maloof ended up purchasing a box full of negatives for $380. From there, he discovered the work of Vivian Maier and began trying to unravel who she was – her history, and her passion for photography.
Local authorities received an alert regarding a potential altercation in the Logan Square area. On arriving at the scene, they found a male toucan unresponsive. Attempts to revive the victim were unsuccessful.
Could it be in reference to the same guy, perhaps? In my head, I’m imagining it’s all part of a long-term conversation between the general public and some anonymous graffiti artist.
GO AHEAD and STAND THERE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO… IT’S THE SAME GOD DAMN THING EVERYTIME YOU JUST STAND THERE WITH YOUR EYES open Like a stupid Fuck! WHATS A MATTER WITH YOU IF I DIDNT KNOW YOU, I WOULD BE BETTER OFF. I WOULD BE BETTER OFF. I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE. Just leave already!!!
I later learned from Alex that the film I got was Kodachrome, a type of film that is no longer processed. There was one place in Parsons, Kansas (Dwayne’s Photo), that used to do all the developing work (even Kodak outsourced their lab work to these guys)… but Dwayne’s processed their last roll of Kodachrome on December 30th, 2010.
I love that the interviewer decided to use this avenue of communication to try to contact the artist/group. I guess he could also have tried to pick up the phone.
I was doing laundry the other day, and as I was putting quarters into the dryers… I came across one quarter that had a colorful side.
It was a Pennsylvania state quarter, and looks like it was created in 1999. This is the first time I’ve come across a colorized quarter before, and it kind of caught me by surprise. At first glance, I thought it was some kind of a token.
A Letter from St. Ann’s Indian Mission, Written In Remembrance of Lieutenant John W. Cummings, Prisoner of War – 1952
I don’t know any of the people mentioned, and I haven’t read enough of the other letters to recognize names yet. But found items like this are what attract me to flea markets – these old and misplaced things, these magical objects that provide the briefest of window into other people’s lives.
What I love about old photographs and letters is how they can transport you, how a small bit of paper in your hand can take you a half century or more into the past.
About a year ago, I noticed a small bracelet, dangling from a small branch on a tree near our apartment. At the time, I thought it was kind of an odd placement (the branch it was on was super small, and I couldn’t tell if it was put there on purpose, or left there accidentally).