Beekman Palace

Scouting New York is always worth checking out but he really outdid himself today with this discovery. Snip:
5 Beekman Street doesn’t have any tenants. In fact, it’s completely empty, essentially abandoned, and has been for a decade, with much of the interior shuttered since 1940.
Oh my god! Apartment search over!

It reminds me of Los Angeles' Bradbury Building that they used for Blade Runner!

Magnetical Island

Just randomly read about Magnetic Island in the New Yorker. Here's a Wikipedia snippet:
The first European accounts of the island come from Captain James Cook who in 1770 while navigating the Australian coast called the island Magnetical Island as a magnetic pull interfering with his vessel's compass appeared to emanate from the island. People have since explored the general area of Magnetic Island with various instruments to discover what might have caused the effect that Cook reported, but nothing has been discovered.
And here's a World War II era observation post on the island:

Um, the Dharma Initiative called...

That's Me On the Left

"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them."
— John Waters

John Waters — Role Models

Nothing is more impotent than an unread library.
"But what about love?" you may ask. That terribly exciting disease that, to me, feels like another full-time job...I know that true love is supposed to be companionship, growing old together, blah blah blah. I thought that was what friends were for, not sexual partners! Some of us want hot lunatic porn sex and we want it forever!
I've always said true success is figuring out your life and career so you never have to be around jerks.
Boys...Turn your belt around to the right side so that the buckle is forty-five degrees off center. Nothing is sexier, the secret sign that your gun is loaded, so to speak...Lustful, beautiful juvenile-delinquent boys have been wearing their belts this way for decades of erotic confidence, and I expect you to do the same...Always be dressed in your full cult finest in case you are arrested. There is only one fashion photograph that counts in our world: the perp walk.
John Waters on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous


I like these pictures from the 1965 or 1977 blackouts: