A concept bike should push an idea out beyond the run of the mill and what’s already on the showroom floor. Built for the imaginary purpose of running (the old version of) the Milan-Taranto endurance race and using such new-fangled components as a turbo diesel engine and carbon fiber wheels. What you get is Paolo di Giusti’s radical single cylinder Moto Guzzi.
I’m not sure I want to hear the word steampunk applied to any motorcycle let alone one that is supposed to be ridable. And in fact I find the brass accents to be all wrong on this bike. But the idea of building a cafe starting with the Aprilla RSV motor? That makes me happy. And Welsh to boot. Taimoshan.
Murphy is a right obnoxious bastard, but he seems to have let loose of the NanoSail‑D solar sail project at last. And, no, I did not know that the aim of the project is trash sweeping in low earth orbit either.
A video that demonstrates the power of the power of 10. By moving outward from a square meter of an image of a nice couple having a picnic in Chicago and ending up at the every edges of human ability to see into space in an image 100 million light years across. Old IBM film but still relevant and still fun.
Art. images, and Design
Nice combos of simple graphics and unsophisticated type. Steve Powers explored the glory and gory of relationships on the walls of Philadelphia. I’ve shown you several of them before but this is my new favorite.
And now I’m loving his “Daily Metaltation”
This is as good as any place to start exploring the work of Dan Mountford. Double exposures made in the camera. The world before photoshop.
Animation and Moving Images
Chain-gang tap dance. Okay it’s a little hard to explain why two girls — the Holst Sisters — are tap dancing while attached at the ankle. But they’re good at it.
I have no idea who the band is or what the song is about or any of that — I don’t speak Japanese. But the music is cheery and vaguely jazzy and the animation ranges from lively to over the top.
That Enduro XT sure is cute. Well fettled too.
I was all set to show you the newest Fat Attack show bike when I accidentally clicked on the previous post link. Thank god. Or we all would have missed this beauty. 1928 Moto Guzzi racer.
And here’s that Fat Attack. H&R Erbacher The One. Just because a flat black hyper-bike is a good fit for a Monday.
Completely, utterly squee. Red pandas on live cam sponsored by Firefox.
Art, Images, and Design
Entry point for Lee Misenheimer’s flickr stream. Curly lines make for both sinister and amusing creatures.
A change of pace from the usual watercolor or pen and ink sketches. Quickly scribbled pastels give the color and shape of Autumn trees.
This is the nicest wedding invitation I’ve seen in ages. And at the LeBrea Tar Pits. Couldn’t be more romantic.
I want to see this .… when it’s done. Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore.
Featured in the most recent issue of Italian Motor Magazine (which looks like a very worthwhile off-line effort.) John W’s Mk 2 Le Man’s based Guzzi cafe racer is one of the finest customs that I’ve seen. Fine enough to overcome my dislike of the all knees and elbows look of the MG engine. And that’s going a ways.
Just the thing for the rutted gravel path out to the back forty. CT90 in OD and khaki. Well sorted little thing.
Four fine old Detroit icons. Pen and watercolor. The outline drawing of the Pontiac logo is worth the price of admission. Click for embiggens. Wallpaper worthy.
Okay — this is just weird. I think it’s a Fairchild J‑44 jet engined trike built by EJ Potter. Read more about the Michigan Madman at the Knee Slider.
Remembering just how polluted out night skies are. Comparing the visibility of night sky objects.
With the goal of creating a tiny little sun inside a warehouse in Livermore, the National Ignition Facility on both a macro and micro scale. Bonus picture of the Governator on tour in 2008.
Art, Images, and Design
One of the nicest letterpress advertising sets I’ve seen. Cranky Pressman sends out a set of 4 Parliment of Owls designed coasters with the charming residents of an imaginary seaside town. Meet Edna, Mr. Snogglebaum, Adelaide and her pal Mr. Pistachio, and Cranky himself. Now I must consider exactly what I want in the way of custom, die-cut, letter-pressed coasters for my next social function, hmmmm.
Lost artists. Jos Albert. Umber and grey. Domestic scenes and still-lifes, looking as if an under-painting was overlaid with graphite and then abandoned. A slower, calmer world than the one we live in.
Cut-out paper animation. The story of Star Wars told by little paper people. (Video/Music 2:41)
Kinda unfinished looking. The Merlin starts with an old flat head and adds a couple of moped parts, some stuff from the back room at the push-bike shop down the street, and bits dented sheet metal from who knows where. Appealing in its rawness.
What to do with the inevitable rusting away of certain bits of that cheap scooter you bought. Bobber Passport. Check out the engraved velocity stack. Woo.
If I had a bike this pretty I’d let it eat in the kitchen too. Moto Guzzi Airone 250.
First up — all the Dr Who espisodes and their (approx) place in the time line of the universe. As you’d expect the comments are FULL of rancorous disagreement and the picking of the tiniest nits. None the less, a prodigious feat of data scraping.
Two sets of graphics from Phillip Howard at Michigan State. The illusion of diversity in food. Soda pop and organics are big business and the consolidation of the little brands under the umbrella of the giants continues. Soda pop and other bottled/canned drinks. Who owns the organic labels. Buying up the independents.
Art, Images, and Design
Alice Feagan — commercial illustration in cut paper, this one for the cover of a weekly food guide … and a private piece celebrating summer at the lake.
Three new pieces from Alberto Cerriteno. That sweet tooth doesn’t look so sweet.
Excerpts from Sir William Hamilton’s Campi Phelgraei describing his observations of the volcanic activity of Mt. Vesuvius in the 1760’s and 1770’s. Engravings by Pietro Fabris.
Animation can show us the world from a different height. Lucille finds herself overwhelmed by her visit to the guitar shop.
thursday, chicken for lunch?