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Recent works ranging from Battlestar Galactica to District 9 have intelligently explored how hoary old science fiction cliches might work when approached realistically, but all have pretty much assumed it would be impossible for all parties to approach such situations in good faith. After all, even when attempting to forge a truce with the humans, the Cylons always (allegedly) have a plan.

But since I’m pretty sure we’re still supposed to be in a bold, optimistic new age, I’d like to see what happens when you take a bunch of human separatists, throw them in a rickety old spaceship, and have them try to coexist with those already living on the planet they choose to settle. I’m not saying it would end well – if history is any indication, it won’t – but it would be interesting to see, just once, humans and aliens both start out with the best of intentions. (via Where Are All The Space Pilgrims? – io9)

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benhasten:

Shooting the Underwater Burial of Walt Disney’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Photo by Peter Stackpole, Florida, February 1954

“Actors prepare to shoot a big scene involving an underwater funeral procession while a scene coordinator hovers above them. The actors had to wait four weeks to shoot the scene, because bad weather made the depths too murky.”

Via bestoflife

mrghosty:

sometimes after working and staring at video displays for days on end … i feel like james woods in videodrome.

Well, I’m not a commodity. You can’t just go buy me. (via Interview in Coilhouse | The Grumpy Owl)

I once sat in on a Bunnie Huang presentation about labor conditions in South China, and he described the factories where rubber logos – the Nike swoosh on the side of a shoe, the rubber designer’s logo hanging from the top button-hole of a shirt – are made. The workers lack basic safety clothes and often end up with several companies’ logos branded into their skin by the hot metal.

Since then, I’ve found it nearly impossible to think about branding without thinking of the young women of the Pearl River Delta with all those logo-marks – vector art from the west turned into curdled flesh in the east – burned into their skin.

3D printed branding-iron – Boing Boing

Eliot’s T-shirt bears his new “Meaning” logo, a collection of abstract shapes with no discernible pattern.
“You’re co-branding with a label called ‘Meaning’,” Karl had told him.
“What kind of a product is this logo attached to?”
“That’s the brilliant thing, El. It’s not attached to anything. Not yet.”
“Wha?”
“It’s a brand without a product. It’s pure meaning, so to speak. Meaning is hoping to use licensing deals to grow its Reputation. Then, the Meaning people — really, just a group of graphic designers working out of a loft in Seoul — hope some bigger firm will buy out their Name. They’ve got a dozen Brand Names growing, evolving, in the mediasphere. It’s a great business opportunity and a whole new way of building brands.”

Lee Konstantinou, Pop Apocalypse, page 102. (via steveshaviro)