Nighthawks

Painted by Edward Hopper in 1942, Nighthawks officially hangs at the Art Institute Of Chicago (and unofficially hangs on my computer as my new desktop wallpaper).

I’ve always liked the image and find that, like other work by Hopper I’m seeing for the first time, I can’t quite describe why.  It seems he had a thing about windows.  People looking into them, people looking out of them, and people sitting near them.  Not sure what that’s about, and not to sound like a simpleton, but it’s the colors that grab me.

Do a google image search on his work and you’ll see what I mean.

The First Female Military Pilot

The Aviatrix

What first caught my eye in this photo, well, it was that hat.  Look at that sucker!

That’s Eugenie Mikhailovna Shakhovskaya, Princess and first female military pilot who flew for the Czar in 1914.  The man is Wssewolod Abramovitch, pilot and inventor.

A closer look reveals how crazy those aviation pioneers must have been. Imagine sitting next to an engine, it’s fuel tank hanging above your head, with little more to hold on to than hope and little more protection from the elements than a sturdy leather jacket.  And if that man looks a tad bit uneasy, perhaps he somehow knew that one day he’d die in a crash while the Princess was at the controls.  She walked away uninjured.  In fact, she’s almost more interesting than that old airplane, and a couple of times as dangerous.

Eugenie M. Shakhovskaya was Russia’s first woman military pilot. Served with the 1st Field Air Squadron. Unknown if she actually flew any combat missions, and she was ultimately charged with treason and attempting to flee to enemy lines. Sentenced to death by firing squad, sentence commuted to life imprisonment by the Tsar, freed during the Revolution, became chief executioner for Gen. Tchecka and drug addict, shot one of her assistants in a narcotic delerium and was herself shot. -Wikipedia

What a woman!

 

Secret Words, Secret Voices

Last September (2011) an unnamed collector payed over $208,000 at auction for an Enigma machine once used by the German military to encode and decode secret messages. Well, not as secret as they thought it turns out, but that didn’t affect the price.  It sold for a record amount, beating the previous record set almost one year before of over $100,000. Historical significance and cool looks aside, what makes them worth so much?

Put the word ‘secret’ before anything and suddenly you’ve introduced a sense of mystery, or in some cases made something sinister.  At the very least, you’ve made it more interesting.  A secret society is always up to no good, and secret messages are most likely orders tied to secret operations carried out by secret operatives who belong to secret agencies.  Not to mention secret identities, secret underground bases, secret recipes, and secret transmitters sending out coded messages to secret agents.  Well, maybe not-so-secret transmitters or transmissions.

Mr. Blog of bmj2k.com (whose real identity we’ll keep secret) sent me this story from wired.com about a Russian shortwave radio station whose, quoting from the article, “…airtime was filled by a steady, almost maddening, series of inexplicable tones.”  I won’t make the joke here referring to most FM stations in my area, but I do urge you to read that article.  The short of it: that shortwave station is what is known as a numbers station.

From Wikipedia:

Numbers stations generally broadcast artificially generated voices reading streams of numbers, words, letters (sometimes using a spelling alphabet), tunes or Morse code. They are in a wide variety of languages and the voices are usually female, although sometimes men’s or children’s voices are used.

That particular station was named the Buzzer, here’s a sample.

And here’s the “Lincolnshire Poacher,” a well known English station.

You can listen to more via The Conet Project

So the numbers, buzzers, squeals, squelches, and songs all add up to what?  Secret codes.  Maxwell Smart may have gotten his marching orders from a guy stuffed in a mailbox, but real spies are far more sneaky.  They listen for them.

It has long been speculated, and was argued in court in one case, that these stations operate as a simple and foolproof method for government agencies to communicate with spies working undercover.  According to this theory, the messages are encrypted with a one-time pad, to avoid any risk of decryption by the enemy. As evidence, numbers stations have changed details of their broadcasts or produced special, nonscheduled broadcasts coincident with extraordinary political events, such as the August Coup of 1991 in the Soviet Union. -Wikipedia

What makes this interesting?  It’s not often we catch a glimpse of the secrets that reside in the shadows.  We generally don’t know who lurks behind the cloak, or when their dagger may come unsheathed.  Having an Enigma machine, or recording coded radio transmissions is to have an artifact from that world – to be in on the secret, even slightly, for a little while.

The Wikipedia page for numbers stations has tons more info, and links to other sites.

A Bit Of Grace

Grace Kelly

I came across this photo quite some time ago, and have dragged it around inside an old documents folder (imaginatively titled “Old Documents”) ever since.  I’m sure the reason I grabbed it then is the same reason it is still worth sharing now – ain’t nobody don’t like Grace Kelly.

Portrait In Carbon Black

Carbon black factory worker

Unlike the mysteriously fractured face of the man below, it’s clear why this man looks like death itself.  Carbon black.  A substance used mostly in tire production, and reminiscent of soot.  Actually, given how striking the image can be, it’s kind of a mundane explanation – despite the foreshadowing.

A comment on the flickr page where I found this described it as “inspiring”.  Not sure I follow that line of thought.  In fact, it’s the kind of comment usually made by people who have never had to really bust their ass all day, and go home dirty and sore.  There’s nothing inspiring about it.  Ugh.