05-Quip

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Mechanization

Baked • Slaked • Shaken

Feeling tired? Run down? Worn out by a facial and shampoo? Consider yourself better off than the model at center (above), who seems to have dreamed she was an astronaut in a vibro-massage bra. She will presumably arise like some assembly-line Aphrodite, renewed in spirit if mildly mortified in the flesh.

This menacing array of instruments for self-enhancement was put together to show the variety of space-age beauty equipment now available, but it almost seems better calculated to prove the French maxim: il faut souffrir pour etre belle.

  • Vapor & Heating Machine
  • Ozone Vapor Spray
  • Hood & Comb Dryer
  • Belt Stimulator
  • Spot Reducer
  • 2 Hand Rollers
  • 3 Kinds Of Sun Lamp
  • 6 Massage Machines
  • Massage Couch
  • High-Frequency Massage Comb

Sending satellites to Venus, or aspiring to Venus-like charm, one is getting to be as complicated as the other. Over this photograph the London magazine Queen put the simple heading “All Systems Go!”

As they say, you must suffer to be beautiful.

01-Pear

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Aesthetic

Do a search for grapes & pear and see if you can find any other image that even comes close to the artistic composition of this one picture.

BTW, this isn’t my work. Wish it was. Hope to find the name of the artist who did this.

31-Late

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Growth

Little Garden

Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly, or modestly.

Mao Tse-tung

30-Wand

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Contemplation

“Stay back there now!” he croaked. “Just keep your distance, sport. I’ve got nothing you’re after – unless it’s the cheese, and you can have that. If it’s meat you want, I’m nothing but gristle, but I’ll fight to keep it. Back now! back!”

“I’m not a sport, good simpleton,” said Brother Francis, using the polite address. He tossed back his hood to show his monastic haircut and held up his rosary beads. “Do you understand these?”

After a brief scrutiny, the pilgrim straightened. “Oh – one of them.” He leaned on his staff and scowled.

– A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)