1960s
Death Valley Moon Test
July 1968: It was widely reported that Kathie Pieper, recent winner of the Miss AAU California beauty contest, would be participating in a hike through Death Valley. The hike was said to be part of an experiment conducted by researchers at the California Institute of Technology, in cooperation with the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, that would have "something to do with testing clothing and other equipment that could be used if man ever landed on the moon." Pieper agreed to go on the hike after being contacted by a JPL official who told her she was "just the type of girl they were looking for."See below in extended for the follow-up.
The Fresno Bee - July 19, 1968
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Posted By: Alex - Thu Jul 13, 2023 -
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Category: Deceit, Trickery, Subterfuge and General Slyness, Experiments, 1960s
House of Tomorrow: 1969
Watch the video below the screenshot.
Posted By: Paul - Sun Jul 09, 2023 -
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Category: Architecture, Domestic, Hobbies and DIY, 1960s, Yesterday’s Tomorrows
Most Inscrutable Liner Notes Ever
The Wikipedia page for the album.
I have taken the liberty of breaking the text into random paragraphs, to ease your perusal.
Who was the author, Barry Titus? We find record of him under his wife's Wikipedia page.
WAIT QUICKLY by Barry J. Titus after Jim Hall and Bill Evans
Rimmed iron wheels chew candy between tracks window smithers Xmas tree window silver money fleeing present unone given coca cola smiling blank wall perspires omens heads nodding close gaped lips seen stick stuck taxi sign disrobes May 15th, 1959. hanging about her knees mail bundle wheeled cripple clutches Read Wall Street clock white sun monocle IIV or VII long blink see eyes time? Apparitional liquid hesitates a foot, a universe below the white paint-trussed varicose cieling. Liquid slips, drops, unoutlineable shape, presenting absence, glides unreal, an excuse for splattering focus, a school of Dolphins or a dark Grecian head.
Virtuoso: practice makes perfect. Two sharps. Ice crystal diamond egg frog oan wrkwrk-wrxwrx. Donned rubber belts nose mouth. Nub knuckled fingers bounce overfilled heat tear salt balling. Again. Two sharps. Ice crystal, diamonkey, egg, nail rubonk, snill. Huhhh. Snill. rubru, nail, frog, diamond many windows flash ice. Air out. Curtain fingers, cieling lines, French door bars gripped unstill sun broiling play, fat ended keys with black spines.
"How could the Augsburg festival have been in Vienna, hah! Loewy?" Paint corner her jagged lip fingertips petrified red cream smile flicked starving grotto. "I mean is she a satirist or," her tendon muscle stomach dieted twist the flat skirt front. "I think she needs a milk man, Loewy." The shambled, bent, stripped fingers forked each others angles. His imagination chained in Veronica's orange ochre wallpaper, blankets. A quicksilver limb paints the swamptoon. "Yes, I do!" shook, he shivered, remembering, room loose daggers broke ice bergs about them. Peanut butter note, Fang, Fang. Ice Fang back wriggled sorcerer hand hung dead skin frog fangs back Mama into Eassie leap shrunk from the door hid sharpened tusk hallway awwwrice fang bump jump.
"Six fifteen," growled grate hunched on the sofa. "You're presence is expiring, I mean, inspiring." Blue, yellow tinged, Mars capillaried, eye, blue crystal, whites slash, "I know what I want! Why is it such a struggle for you? I feel revolutions." Lie quicksilver idealisation limb delusion chrome rationalisation dance dragged curtained bog cracked ice amazon child's burning nerves. Always left whiskers, uneven fingernails, premature orgasms hairy legs, long nose pranthula.
Go play. Eat chocolate cake, peanut butter, pickles, but clean your room and wash your elbows. Ceiling lines, piano leg shadows, French door bars, eleven to four thirty. "Ma!" shook the still fingers. Rectangled silence coagulated, scraped waiting, dangling. Daddyeeee drove him smack clamored up back fallen stairs into the quilt where a silk wrapped, dark quaked moon bled tears. Run vanity open smear black commaed cheek. "Coups d'etat!" forehead burst powder, lipstick ribboned run eye shadow sink spit spigot greyened clear washed black rubbed lather pushed red pressed tan smeared blue smudged grey circled one eye deathlaughcue hiccupping criggle vermouth spread on the table top gash crystal core neck glass cupped fingers polished green.
A silver ghost hears. Life illuminates a paper screen. Eyes dance truth's instrument. Sieve, sickle and sloat, red grimes grey molds parted skins furrowed tissue lives skeletal screams. Long brown stone blunt nose raised, "Naked day?" puffed sound slices blush. Tongue stuck inside closed teeth. Torso immobile inflame face clacks ticket counter leaned hat veiled hat pulled hat swivel, "I don't know what to say." Jagged leaning brown limbed face. His eyes crumbled smiles smoke dust wound warm bricks.
Posted By: Paul - Sat Jul 08, 2023 -
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Category: Literature, Vinyl Albums and Other Media Recordings, Surrealism, 1960s
Miss Marine Recruiter
The earliest instance I find is 1952; the latest, 1974.Here's one gal from each decade--with a bonus dog!
Posted By: Paul - Thu Jul 06, 2023 -
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Category: Awards, Prizes, Competitions and Contests, Beauty, Ugliness and Other Aesthetic Issues, Propaganda, Thought Control and Brainwashing, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, Armed Forces
Ford: The Going Thing
Posted By: Paul - Wed Jul 05, 2023 -
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Category: Music, Advertising, 1960s, Cars
1960s Weird Go-Go Show
Posted By: Paul - Sun Jul 02, 2023 -
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Category: 1960s, Dance, Attractiveness, Sexiness, Allure and Personal Magnetism
GI Joe Astronaut
As humanity ventures further into space, surely Hasbro could revive this toy.
Posted By: Paul - Sat Jul 01, 2023 -
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Category: Spaceflight, Astronautics, and Astronomy, Toys, Dolls and Stuffed Animals, 1960s
Soda Pop & the One-Way Bottles
Man, I crashed at the Soda Pop's pad back in '67!
Posted By: Paul - Tue Jun 20, 2023 -
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Category: Advertising, Soda, Pop, Soft Drinks and other Non-Alcoholic Beverages, Bohemians, Beatniks, Hippies and Slackers, 1960s
Miss Gas-O-Rama
I wonder if being named Miss Gas-O-Rama doomed Bobbie Amos to a lifetime of flatulence jokes.
Cocoa Tribune - July 9, 1962
Orlando Sentinel - July 11, 1962
Posted By: Alex - Sun Jun 18, 2023 -
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Category: Awards, Prizes, Competitions and Contests, Flatulence, 1960s
Billy Edd Wheeler: Ode to the Little Brown Shack Out Back
A romantic tribute to outhouses.The singer's Wikipedia page.
Posted By: Paul - Sat Jun 17, 2023 -
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Category: Domestic, Hillbillies, Country Bumpkins, Ruralism and Flyover Country, Hygiene, Music, 1960s, Nostalgia
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