the-telex

The Actual Telafax Message Sent To London After The 1982 Invasion Of The Falkland Islands
  • LON (London): HELLO THERE WHAT ARE ALL THESE RUMOURS WE HEAR THIS IS LON
  • FK (Falklands): WE HAVE LOTS OF NEW FRIENDS
  • LON: WHAT ABOUT INVASION RUMOURS
  • FK: THOSE ARE THE FRIENDS I WAS MEANING
  • LON: THEY HAVE LANDED
  • FK: ABSOLUTELY
  • LON: ARE YOU OPEN FOR TRAFFIC IE NORMAL TELEX SERVICE
  • FK: NO ORDERS ON THAT YET ONE MUST OBEY ORDERS
  • LON: WHOSE ORDERS
  • FK: THE NEW GOVERNORS
  • LON: ARGENTINA
  • FK: YES
  • LON: ARE THE ARGENTINIANS IN CONTROL
  • FK: YES YOU CAN'T ARGUE WITH THOUSANDS OF TROOPS PLUS ENORMOUS NAVY SUPPORT WHEN YOU ARE ONLY 1600 STRONG. STAND BY.
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TALKING BOOK TUESDAY | Equipment Time Capsule

Today’s #TalkingBookTuesday is also a time-traveling throwback Tuesday!

The Talking Books library has been in Oregon since 1932, and has been at the State Library since 1969.  Technology has changed dramatically over the last 85 years!

The equipment in the pictures above that is on display at Talking Books includes:

  • 1947 model 30,000 phonograph player by the Sandwich Bower Corporation (brown)
  • 1965 model AE1 made by the Westinghouse Corporation (grey)
  • 1973 model C-73 cassette player by the General Electric Corporation (brown)
  • 1976 model C-76 by the Telex Corporation (orange)
  • 1980 model C-80 by the Telex Corporation (tan)

Now since 2009 Talking Books has had digital audio books and electronic Braille books you can download!  It’ll be fun to see where technology takes Talking Books in 5, 10, 25, or another 85 years!

LON: HELLO THERE WHAT ARE ALL THESE RUMOURS WE HEAR THIS IS LON
FK: WE HAVE LOTS OF NEW FRIENDS
LON: WHAT ABOUT INVASION RUMOURS
FK: THOSE ARE THE FRIENDS I WAS MEANING
LON: THEY HAVE LANDED
FK: ABSOLUTELY
LON: ARE YOU OPEN FOR TRAFFIC IE NORMAL TELEX SERVICE
FK: NO ORDERS ON THAT YET ONE MUST OBEY ORDERS
LON: WHOSE ORDERS
FK: THE NEW GOVERNORS
LON: ARGENTINA
FK: YES
LON: ARE THE ARGENTINIANS IN CONTROL
FK: YES YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH THOUSANDS OF TROOPS PLUS ENORMOUS NAVY SUPPORT WHEN YOU ARE ONLY 1800 STRONG. STAND BY.

this real telex conversation between the falkland islands and london informing london of the invasion of the falklands by argentina in 1982 is better than any shitpost i could write

i cant believe im being one-upped by history 

h/t @adzolotl

Victoria Beckham’s letter to her 18 years old self.

Dear Victoria,

I know you are struggling right now. You are not the prettiest, or the thinnest, or the best at dancing at the Laine Theatre Arts college. You have never properly fitted in, although you are sharing your Surrey school digs with really nice girls. You have bad acne. You think the principal has put you at the back of the end-of-year show (in a humiliatingly bright purple Lycra leotard) because you are too plump to go at the front. (This may or may not be true.)

There is a red telephone box outside the school and you have just rung your parents, crying, “I can’t do this, I miss home, I’m not good enough.” And Mum has told you to come home. “We’ll go to Lakeside and buy a new pair of shoes,” she said. It’s tempting. But then Dad got on the phone: “Stay there, prove everyone wrong.” If you’d listened to Mum, you would be going to Lakeside. (Shoes are important, just not right now.) It would be theeasy solution. And I’m writing to jolly you along, to offer consolation and encouragement, and to tell you, aged 18, to be strong.

You haven’t forgotten being bullied at school, have you? Do you recall that first day at secondary school? Most children were wearing their own coats and had the latest cool bag, but not you. Kitted out in the full St Mary’s High School uniform, you stood in the freezing playground while other teenagers walking past threw soggy tissues and old Coke cans that they plucked from the puddles. But the thick skin that you developed then is already standing you in good stead, and it will do so for the rest of your life.

Your complexion will sort itself out (in fact you will launch your own make-up brand); as soon as the Eighties are over, your perm will die down, and your weight will settle itself. At school you eat Super Noodles and boxes of Frosties because they say they are fat free, and you will endure many other silly fad diets (including an addiction to green juices). Instead, learn to embrace your imperfections – that is what I want to tell you. Let your skin breathe; wear less make-up. (And don’t ever let that make-up artist shave your eyebrows! The effects last forever.) You will always be addicted to Elnett hairspray but you will tone it down. Less of the “Hello! I just got stuck in a wind tunnel”, please. And I should probably say, don’t mess with your boobs. All those years I denied it – stupid. A sign of insecurity. Just celebrate what you’ve got.

Do answer an ad in The Stage, looking for candidates to form a new girl band. Line up around the block and audition to change your life. You love musicals – Miss Saigon, Cats, Starlight Express and Les Misérables – so you will perform “Mein Herr” from Cabaret, while everyone else sings a Madonna song. You haven’t yet heard of the internet or electronic mail or smartphones. Nor have you perfected the art of the selfie for Instagram (you can’t even turn on a computer right now, and Dad still drives to London to send a telex). But one day you will find that audition performance again online, and at the same time discover that your name brings up 47,800,000 search results on Google.

The judges of the competition will match you to four other girls, all misfits in their own ways. Together you will make it OK to look different. And, as the Spice Girls, you will sell 75 million records. You cannot possibly imagine your future life right now. You will travel on private planes, visit incredible countries, stay in fantastic hotels. (At the beginning, you will steal the hotel mini shampoos, shower gels and conditioners, but you soon realise that they leak in your suitcase – often disastrously.) You will storm into people’s offices, leap on to tables in hotels and go crazy (although you will also be the one checking that the table isn’t going to collapse). You will meet Nelson Mandela, Mariah Carey and Elton John. But please, I implore you, keep a diary. There will be so many amazing moments, and you will forget.

There will also be down days and bad days. You will often be so busy that you will be in a different country every day. And being young and a bit silly, you’ll complain and sit in hotel rooms and moan about being tired. Go out and see the country where you are. Go to galleries, go to museums. Soak up the culture. You are lucky to be there. If you don’t join the Spice Girls, you might always be that insecure person in that little shell, and you will never become who you truly are. With this in mind, be kind, be polite, be considerate of others’ feelings, because I know that every one of us would sit here now and say they’re not the main culprit, but we didn’t fully appreciate each other a lot of the time. So practise what you preach when you sing “friendship never ends”, and celebrate everyone’s uniqueness.

You are going to have so much fun with your clothes – PVC catsuits; chokers that say absurd things; weird spiky blonde hair. It will never occur to you that you appear ridiculous. You will turn up at awards ceremonies resembling a drag queen. But I look back at you and smile. It will add interest to your life to go from one extreme to another. I love the fact that you will feel free to express yourself. Fashion will take on added stature one day, but try not to be stifled by it. You will learn, as you mature, to swap heels for Stan Smith trainers, minidresses for crisp white shirts. And you will never be one of those people who just roll out of bed. Wear sunglasses a lot. Even inside. Especially at airports. They turn a nothing-outfit into something quite pulled together and cool. You are going to really like Aviators. (Then one day you will develop your own!)

On boyfriends and lasting love: learn more about football, especially the offside rule. And yes, love at first sight does exist. It will happen to you in the Manchester United players’ lounge – although you will get a little drunk, so exact details are hazy. While the other football players stand at the bar drinking with their mates, you will see David standing aside with his family. (He’s not even in the first team at this stage – you are the famous one.) And he has such a cute smile. You, too, are close to your family, and you will think how similar he feels to you. He’s going to ask for your number. (He still has the London-to-Manchester plane ticket on which you wrote it.) I’m afraid that most of your first dates will be in car parks, which is not as seedy as it sounds. It is because your manager, Simon Fuller, will warn you, “Don’t let anyone see you out together or you’ll get hounded.” At the time, you won’t understand why.

You are going to be very, very famous, both for the band you form and because of the man you marry, and then later for a fashion business you will launch in your own name. You will get used to fame. Although you cannot set a price on losing privacy, you will learn to use celebrity to your advantage. For good things. For charity. One day you will have the privilege to campaign on behalf of the United Nations to end mother-to-child transmission of HIV and Aids in Africa. And people will listen. Changes will happen. That is not to say you won’t be affected by what you see of yourself in the press. It will hurt you when people comment on your weight. It will continue to upset you whatever age you are, because we women are very tough on ourselves.

The paparazzi will become part of your life, their long lenses waiting. Some are nice, some not. They may make your children cry, or they may give you a compliment – but you will not be able to control every image they publish. When you are pregnant with Brooklyn, they will snap you sitting by the pool at the Four Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles in a black-and-white bikini, and the picture will make the front page of a British newspaper. It is an unkind shot and so upsetting that for the rest of the tour you will barely leave your hotel or sit outside. And I’m the same now. Do I relax on the beach in a bikini? No. I am still hugely self-critical, and because of that I can be a little uptight. My 60-year-old self would probably say the same thing to me as I am telling you now: enjoy yourself a little more. Be less image-conscious. Learn to relax. You are going to make mistakes – of course you are. You will be super-super-successful, but you will find out that you can lose it all much more quickly than you can earn it. That is a hard lesson to learn. Collectively, I now see, the Spice Girls were victims of our own success, believing we could do anything, that the sky was the limit, that we could do it all on our own. You will learn from that, and when you have another opportunity you will not lose it again.

On being a mother: once you are a parent, you worry. And you are going to have four, so that’s a lot of worry! Mum likes to say, “You might be 42, but I still worry about you.” Children mean that you will be constantly tired and will develop big bags under your eyes. Your children will always come first, but never forget who you are and what you want to achieve. Is it possible to have it all? To be a successful working mother? You will hear this question asked by many women as you grow older. What you will realise is that by working hard, yet always putting family first, it will be possible to achieve that balance. Nothing will be perfect, but it is only now that I have learnt to appreciate all I have and all I have been blessed with. I am happy.


A word on school sports day: never wear platform heels and flares if you have to take part in the mothers’ race. And never believe another mum when she says she will stick with you at the back of the race. Because she won’t. And when they announce, “It’s the taking part that counts,” it’s not. It’s all about winning. You will shout at home but never at work. Be a nice boss. Ultimately, go with what you think, but don’t smother those who are talented. (If they are not, then admittedly I get frustrated – I’m not very tolerant.)

On marriage: have patience. Bite your tongue. Be supportive. And preserve a bit of mystique. Never let yourself go completely (at least brush your hair, clean your teeth, have a bit of a brow going on because you will always want him to look at you and feel attracted). Always make time for each other. Because if you don’t, everything will revolve around the children and I’m not sure how sexy that is! And do not forget the person you fell in love with. You will follow your man around the world, moving from Manchester to Spain, and then America. In Spain you will revel in watching him enjoy some of his best footballing days. Spain is also where you will lay the foundations for your own fashion brand by collaborating with others on denim and sunglasses.

But I need to warn you: a lot of your time there will be really hard. I’m not afraid to say now what a horribly difficult time it was. People will say awful things. You will be a laughing stock. Every time you turn on the television or look at a newspaper it will seem as though someone is having a go at you and your family. You will learn how mean other women can be. (And it will teach you always to support the women around you, to take them on a journey with you.) Others would crack under the pressure, but you won’t. Use that time to close off, to focus, work hard and protect the children. In relationships people will throw obstacles in your way, and you either manoeuvre around them or you trip up. You will never discuss with David how many children you both want; you don’t say to each other, “Where shall we live?” You don’t discuss any of that because you will be young and in love. Even when you don’t necessarily want the same thing, your support for each other will mean that you will stick together and grow up together. And it will be worth it.

Most days, you will look at your life and think, “Wow! I was never the one who was supposed to get all this.” I want to tell you that I still feel that way now. Recently I was in New York for the British Vogue cover shoot in a penthouse at the Carlyle hotel. I looked out of the window and I could see the sun shining and all the yellow cabs below and I pinched myself. You are going to have many of those moments. Don’t take them for granted.

Scan - Pattie Boyd and George Harrison departing London’s Heathrow Airport bound for Sardinia, 31 May 1969. Scanned from Fab Gear: The Beatles and Fashion.

Photo: Manchester Daily Express/Contributor

Klaus Voormann on a Roman adventure with George, Pattie, and Terry Doran, translated from his German book (hopefully, my non-certified translation does the memory justice):

“Suddenly he turned around. ‘How about Rome?’

‘What do you mean?’

'Why don’t we drive to Rome, could be fun.’

Within the shortest amount of time, we had packed the necessary things and off we went to Rome. We rented a suite in an unbelievably beautiful hotel. I can’t remember the name, but I still remember the many interlocked pools with their bizarre shapes.

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THAIVISION 2560 OR THAIVISION 2 IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING WOO

Thailand’s representative in @asiavisionblog will be one of the following acts:

1. The Ghost Cat - นานไปแล้ว (Way Too Long)
2. GaiA - Love Me Please
3. TELEX TELEXs - Damsel In Distress (tw: blood, violence)
4. Palmy - นวด 
5. Stamp - Don’t You Go
6. Rubikk - Goodbye
7. Ink Waruntorn - Snap
8. De Flamingo - รั้น (translates into “bullheaded”, but the song’s title in English is “Innocence”)
9. Jannine Weigel - Strangled Love
10. Boom Boom Cash featuring Fukking Hero - Clean Food

YOUTUBE PLAYLIST

Vote by rating songs from -20 to +50. -20 means that it made you sick, +50 meaning that it’s like music to your ears…wait. A 0 would mean that a song gives you a slight negative emotion. +5 means that you are 100% neutral to it, if you rate it around 35 it means you liked it quite a lot. There better be an award for strangest voting system. Send your ratings to me in an ask, a direct message or on discord.


VOTING CLOSES AT 20:00 CEST on Thursday the 8th of October. Please help me out. I’m sorry about this mess.

ขอบคุณค่ะ!

anonymous asked:

Can I ask, because there's a post going around about the Chevaliere d'Éon and her chosen name (saying that it was Lia) I was wondering whether your post about signatures is the most reliable information on chosen names, or if it's known the Chevaliere did prefer a different name. Thank you!

I haven’t seen this post! But here’s my take.

I would abide by d’Éon’s later signatures regarding her preferred way to address her— Chevalière d’Éon. As for the origin of Lia, there is evidence in support of quite an interesting tale concerning international espionage—

Prior to the Seven Years’ War, King Louis XV wanted to persuade Russia away from the British and over to the French side. At the time the Chevalière d’Éon was employed by the King as a spy. This was during the 1756, so back in France d’Éon was presenting as male and presenting as Le Chevalier d’Éon (masculine form of her title) as she did for the first 49 years of her life. Here’s a comparison of d’Éon presenting as a man versus her presenting as a woman.

d’Éon was assigned to go to Petersburg, Russia under the disguise of Lia de Beaumont in order to charm the czarina (Empress Elizabeth) . She was 27. At the time England was only allowing French women and children, not men, to cross the border into Russia, so d’Éon could not present as male and go to Russia. This was the impetus for sending a spy over as a woman. First Empress Elizabeth knew d’Éon only as Lia. It’s said that d’Éon was very charming and pleasing. They became close. Empress Elizabeth took Lia on as her reader. Here’s Elizabeth of Russia:

Interestingly, according to Catherine (Elizabeth’s successor), during Elizabeth’s reign there were weekly masquerades in which Elizabeth ordered the men “to be dressed as women and all the women as men”. Elizabeth also, according to Catherine, ordered that there be no masks. As historian Gary Kates writes: “By eliminating masks, Elizabeth was significantly altering the meaning of the masquerade. Ordinarily, a person who came to such a party posed as someone (s)he was not. The implicit deceit made the evening fun and exciting, as quests played at guessing one another’s true identities. By making men and women cross dress without masks, Elizabeth put everyone in a kind of ambivalent status”. Indeed some of the noble men resented these masquerades, but Elizabeth carried on with them anyway and certainly enjoyed them herself. According to Catherine masculine clothing suited Elizabeth. Catherine wrote that “The only woman who looked really well and completely a man was the Empress herself. As she was tall and powerful, male attire suited her. She had the handsomest leg I have ever seen on any man and her feet were admirably proportioned”. Catherine goes on to recount a tale from her childhood, when she was fifteen and attending one of these masquerade balls: “I took the liberty of telexing her [Elizabeth] that it was lucky for all women that she was not a man, for even a mere portrait made of her in that attire would turn the head of any woman. This compliment was expressed in full sincerity and she accepted it with grace, replying in the same tone and in the sweetest manner, that had she been a man, it would have been to me that she would have given that apple”. It’s possible that d’Éon attended these masquerades as they were occurring at the time she was staying with Elizabeth.

Eventually d’Éon revealed to Elizabeth that ‘Lia’ was a disguise and that in fact she was a French spy and gave Elizabeth a letter from the King that proposed an alliance. Elizabeth wasn’t angry at all and was still quite affectionate toward d’Éon. Really it’s unsurprising because clearly Elizabeth had some curiosity regarding gender, gender presentation, and perhaps sexuality herself. This was key in Russia’s eventual alliance with France during the Seven Years’ War. d’Éon’s mission was successful.

So, the name ‘Lia’ was used as part of d’Éon’s disguise for this espionage mission. Although, I do think that d’Éon’s interest in the mission, as well as her undoubted success in this mission, is at least in part due to her true identity as a woman. I’m sure she must have been quite happy to present as Lia since it allowed her to present as a woman. I also don’t know who chose the name Lia. It seems likely to me d’Éon chose it, but I have no evidence to back that up. It’s possible that d’Éon liked the name Lia, and it’s even possible that at the time of the mission it was, in actuality, her preferred name. 

However after completing the mission successfully d’Éon didn’t continue to present as Lia. Even when d’Éon actively presented as a woman throughout the last 33 years of her life she did not go by Lia. She signed as La Chevalière d’Éon. Additionally there is also her autobiography. Although possibly partially ghost written, there is an 3-volume unpublished rough draft of her autobiography in her handwriting. I haven’t been able to find any way to read it online but I have read secondary sources by scholars who have read it. d’Éon actively identified herself as a woman in her autobiography, but she did not identify her name as Lia. I think the most accurate way to refer to her is simply Chevalière d’Éon, as she almost consistently presented this way throughout the last 33 years of her life.

So all in all:

  • the name Lia didn’t last long, though it’s possible d’Éon liked it and preferred it for a time
  • d’Éon most consistently went by ‘la Chevalière d’Éon’ (rather than the masculine le Chevalier d’Éon) during the last 33 years of her life, when she presented as female.
  • shipping d’Éon and Elizabeth forever

EDIT: It seems more likely her preferred first name might have been ‘Geneviève’ as she signed as La Citoyenne Geneviève for a period during the revolution, and I believed sometimes continued with Geneviève after that. I simply refer to her as d’Éon though, personally, since she of course never entirely dropped that aspect throughout her life (Madmoiselle d’Éon and all).