We're on top of the world and the view is fine.
We're back online. Did you ever doubt us? Truth is, this was not a seamless move. Problems cropped up in almost every area. Internet acquisition was very tough. Our workload (again, we actually do have jobs) have piled up to dangerous levels. Travel problems linger, which is to say we haven't yet determined how to get the indispensable Pulp Intl. girlfriends here. And don't even bring up the health thing—one of us caught something before leaving, but had a negative virus test just days before traveling. Whatever that thing is has lingered, so hopefully there aren't a lot of false negatives with these nasal swabs they give you. We'll work it all out somehow. Advice: don't move during a pandemic, and especially don't do it during a dangerous surge in virus cases. But we had to. Just look at our new view. That's worth any amount of discomfort and inconvenience.
Pulp Intl. takes a long day's journey into the night of Spain.
It's intermission time. But wait—didn't we just have an intermission? Indeed we did, but this next one can't be avoided, because we're moving. We mean physically, not online. This is going to be a long, tricky journey that delivers us to our new home—Cádiz, Spain, which you see above, and below, night and day. Once we arrive there we'll have to contend with getting internet set up. The provider (who we've only spoken to by phone) has been comically overconfident, but we're experienced in these matters, and we know—even if they don't—that they'll botch it somehow or other.
We're looking forward to this move. Cadiz is an intimate, active place, with an excellent nightlife and a world famous carnival, which we hope to enjoy if the killer virus is somehow vanquished. But even if that takes a long time or forever, Cadiz is still a nice city to walk around in, a visually inspiring place with numerous old buildings, a maze of streets, and at least a hundred outdoor terrace bars. This outdoor lifestyle is what attracted us—if the virus lingers and we can never go indoors again, we'll still be in good shape.
We know what you're thinking. Isn't undertaking a major move during a pandemic imprudent? Well, we're impulsive like that, and hope to pull it off without contracting anything. Assuming all goes according to plan, we'll be back online with new inspiration, new material, and—crucially—a new scanner to help us get back into the swing of posting old tabloids. Figure seven to ten days, end-to-end. Wish us luck. Meantime, we have some fun posts to help build the anticipation for our glorious return. Look below the photo.
Everything we've ever posted about Japanese pinku icon Reiko Ike (warning: nakedness).
Everything we've ever posted related to sci-fi (warning: nakedness—just kidding).
Or how we took the opportunity to travel while it was there.
We're taking a break to wander a bit. We were debating it, in this age of virus, but three factors swayed us. First, we're going entirely by car rather than mass transit. Second reason is that virus cases will certainly rise from here onward, so we probably won't be able to travel as safely later. And the third reason is if we haven't seen nature, hills, and empty ocean when and if a second wave of the virus comes through, we probably won't survive a new quarantine. Well, that's an exaggeration. We'd survive. But we might kill our neighbors.
Anyway, this is our shot at travel, so we're taking an all-day road trip to a distant peninsula and theoretically we'll be back in a week. As usual, we've selected a few posts for first time visitors to glance at. They represent a small cross section of more than 5,600 posts in the website, which probably encompass more than 30,000 pieces of art, much it seen online for the first time here. Some good items reside here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Make yourself at home, but don't break anything.
Pulp Intl. visits Paris as it springs into summer.
We're going to Paris for a bit. The trip is not due to our initiative. The Pulp Intl. girlfriends plan to intersect with friends passing through there, and we're going along partly to keep them company and partly to buy magazines and books. When the girls go to meet pals we generally stay home and take the opportunity to eat popcorn, hit the bars until sunrise, and churn out website material at an increased rate, but not when Paris is involved. As buying opportunities go, that's a city you can't pass up. So the website will be idle for a few days. Five or six, depending.
Second topic, you remember a technical glitch threw us offline a while back. Every time that happens we lose some functionality or other, and this time it was the ability to navigate to earlier pages using keywords or section headers. Savvy internet users know that it's possible to paste “?next=10” onto the end of the url and navigate backwards by changing the number—i.e. “?next=20,” “?next=30,” etc. So that's an option for those that want to bother.
But it's also a pain, and we know that. We will fix the navigation problem, hopefully soon. But of course, that will be a case of slapping duct tape on the most rickety old website left online. So, as we've been promising for years, a Pulp Intl. 2.0 is coming. It's 95% built, we swear. Whether that final 5% will take a week, a month, or years is not known at this point. We'll get there eventually. But right now we want to get to Paris. We'll be back soon.
One decade down, another to go.
So today is Pulp Intl.'s anniversary, and a special one, as we've now been around ten full years. Yeah, it's crazy. When we began there were numerous blogs and websites that we admired and drew inspiration from, and all of them are gone or permanently idle now. A few new ones have popped up and we can only hope they last. Pulp Intl. came about because we had moved out of the U.S. and wanted something to eat up the idle hours we'd benefitted. Mostly we partied those hours away, but there were still a few left and Pulp duly sprang forth. We figured maybe ten or twenty people might drop by per week. Last we checked that number had reached more than 7,000 individual visitors per day, and in the summer it has been as many as 14,000. Per day. It's just shocking. So we definitely want to thank every one of you for dropping by, and particularly those who visit time and again, with a special shout to those who write in with corrections and ideas.
We've scanned and uploaded thousands of original images, and seen them reposted tens of thousands of times on Tumblr, Twitter, and various other platforms. We have more to come. We shot photos of some items we have laying around the flat, just to give you an idea. It's not a complete accounting. We have things we're too lazy to pull out of storage right now. In all, scanning and sharing this stuff should take ten more years. Of course, as some wit once pointed out, plans and life are two different things—often diametrically opposed. Anything could happen, up to and including losing everything in a fire or the Pulp Intl. girlfriends—who are real people, by the way, not some concept we came up with—finally getting fed up and threatening to leave or kill us if we don't shut down the website. But they'd never do that because they're the best. Heh heh. Anyway, thank you everyone for these ten years. It's been incredibly fun for us and we hope you've gotten a few laughs out of it, learned a few things, and had a love of vintage media instilled or just reaffirmed. And now—future here we come...
The projectionist has stepped out.
Yes, another intermission has arrived. We're off on a major trip this time, all the way to the U. S. of A. We'll try to take special advantage of pulp hunting opportunities, not only because the States are the birthplace of pulp, but also because we don't expect to ever be back there. You never know, but we've seen forty-seven states and logged tens of thousands of U.S. miles. We've been to Chicago eight times, Dallas five times, and Enid, Oklahoma twice. We feel we've done the country enough to last us. However it all shakes out, we'll load up as much material as we can during this opportunity, and of course the international mails and various pulp mules—aka visiting friends—will keep us well stocked. Take a look around Pulp Intl. We'll be back in a week.
It's break time for Pulp Intl. And for a couple of other people too.
Our girlfriends are restless again and you know what that means—it's break time. So the website goes on standby while we head to an island for five or six days. We'll see if we can find some pulp items, but we think it's unlikely. The backend site redesign we mentioned is ongoing, and we'll finish it after we return. By now we don't have to tell you of the many thousands of interesting posts in here, so have a look around while we're gone, and we'll see you soon.
It's the code that makes the site and we're swapping ours out.
If you've visited some of the older posts in Pulp Intl. recently you may have noticed that our headers on those old pieces, as well as on the history text in the sidebar, have partially or completely vanished. This only happens to Chrome users, and the reason is that Chrome has made some technical change that's knocking out the art files we use to create those headers. Pulp Intl. is pretty old now in digital terms, and the code we used to build the site is basically obsolete. That's why over the years bugs have cropped up, such as the Reader Pulp feature failing to work, and the e-mail page becoming non-functional. Each time a minor bug appears we fix it, but we always set aside repairing the major stuff until a more convenient time—which never arrives. Now though, losing the post headers means we have no choice but to do a total backend revamp. It will take some weeks, and we ask for your patience as we get it completed. In the meantime all the new posts (we're taking tomorrow off but we'll be back with new stuff Thursday) should behave normally.
Fireworks festival offers perfect opportunity for a little break.
We have three friends who have flown over from the U.S. to visit during our local fireworks festival and we're going to devote all our time to them for the next few days. After the money they paid to get here they deserve no less than 100% availability from us, especially since they're also our pulp mules, so it's time for another intermission. Here's something you probably don't know unless you have friends or relatives overseas: it costs more for round trip tickets out of than into the U.S. Why? We have a theory we won't bother to share, but just know that generally it costs us 70% of the price to fly to the U.S. as it costs our friends to come here. Actually, having spent time in a number of countries, we can tell you that Americans get gouged for a lot of things that are cheaper elsewhere in the world, yet of the exact same quality—cough! cough! healthcare! Airline tickets are just another of those many rip-offs. But we'll spend the next week trying to make our friends forget that, and the time will be punctuated by spectacular nightly pyrotechnics, which should help. Below you see a collection of links to some posts deep inside Pulp Intl. you might not normally find without a little nudge. Enjoy. Back online in a few days.
You clicks the links you takes your chances:
Pulp Intl. does a little island time.
The above image shows a Japanese intermission card, which we're posting because we've found a small window for a quick vacation. We're headed to a nearby island for a few days. No pulp to be had there, we're fairly sure, so it'll be pure relaxation with the girlfriends, and a projected return Wednesday with heads refreshed and new material ready to share. We have a lot of stuff in this website—actually three thousand six-hundred entries over more than eight years. Yeah. Even we can't believe it. If that doesn't make us the most extensive vintage art website on the internet we'd be very surprised. Have a look around. You'll like it. For longtime visitors, we're just on the verge of getting our shit together and fixing some pieces of the site that have bugged out over the years, such as the reader pulp feature, the e-mail link, and more. We'll get it done. Promise.
The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
1946—Cannes Launches Film Festival
The first Cannes Film Festival is held in 1946, in the old Casino of Cannes, financed by the French Foreign Affairs Ministry and the City of Cannes.
1934—Arrest Made in Lindbergh Baby Case
Bruno Hauptmann is arrested for the kidnap and murder of Charles Lindbergh Jr., son of the famous American aviator. The infant child had been abducted from the Lindbergh home in March 1932, and found decomposed two months later in the woods nearby. He had suffered a fatal skull fracture. Hauptmann was tried, convicted, sentenced to death, and finally executed by electric chair in April 1936. He proclaimed his innocence to the end
1919—Pollard Breaks the Color Barrier
Fritz Pollard becomes the first African-American to play professional football for a major team, the Akron Pros. Though Pollard is forgotten today, famed sportswriter Walter Camp ranked him as "one of the greatest runners these eyes have ever seen." In another barrier-breaking historical achievement, Pollard later became the co-head coach of the Pros, while still maintaining his roster position as running back.
1932—Entwistle Leaps from Hollywood Sign
Actress Peg Entwistle
commits suicide by jumping from the letter "H" in the Hollywood sign. Her body lay in the ravine below for two days, until it was found by a detective and two radio car officers. She remained unidentified until her uncle connected the description and the initials "P.E." on the suicide note in the newspapers with his niece's two-day absence.
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