Don't worry. We haven't gone anywhere except to bed.
No posts for five days. Why? The short and sweet of it is we've been felled by the local strain of flu. Inevitable, really, after dodging it for six years. Now that we have it, we can tell you it's a monster. Our kooky doctor says the worst is over. We'll see about that. Since we have enough strength to type today, we're hoping to get back to posting
At least they mean well.
Above you see Helmut, Thorbjorn and Uwe, three technicians from our server company, toiling in bitter sub-zero temperatures keeping Pulp Intl. live. In the last few months we’ve experienced periodic outages, but only because sometimes these guys’ hats slip down over their eyes. If you visit here a lot, you’ve noticed the outages. And if you don’t visit a lot, you got a page with a cryptic message and never came back. We apologize for the troubles, thank you for your patronage, and ask you to remember that if Pulp Intl. isn’t here when you visit, don’t worry—we’re away for only a few hours at most. We still have way too much to share, and plenty of time on our hands. When we retire this website it’ll be on our terms, not because our techs would rather ice-fish than maintain service.
We’ve always been head over heels about the place.
So, it should come as no surprise after today’s French content that we’re headed to France. Paris, to be exact. It’s been five years since we were there. Last time was during summer, but this time we’ll see the leaves changing color along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. As we’ve mentioned before, we've found France to be second only to the U.S. for excellent pulp, so expect us to return with amazing treasures. We’ll be back in a week.
Home is where the art is.
Of all our intermission cards this is our favorite because it looks like a dude wearing psychedelic sunglasses. Can you see that or is it just us? Anyway, we’re having a break Stateside. It’s been a few years. We expect to find plenty of fresh pulp because, frankly, nobody collects that kind of art like Americans. We’ll be in Los Angeles, Denver and points between, and the website will be idle for about a week, maybe nine days. If this is your first visit please have a look around. There are thousands of time-killing articles and tens of thousands of pieces of unique art to see. We’ll get you started. Try the interesting posts here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.
It’s a perfect opportunity for another quick break.
We’re leaving the country, but we’ll be back in three or four days. Or five. In the meantime take off your shoes and stay awhile. You like Japanese poster art? Try here. Pulp cover art? Here. Blaxploitation movies? Got you covered. General mayhem and weirdness? Crime history? Check and check. Enjoy your stay.
Pulp Intl. gives Berlin a whirl.
We’re going to Berlin today. Vintage material probably abounds, but in such a sprawl we may not be able to find anything in the time we’re there. We’ll give it our best effort. Every trip presents us with the choice of whether to keep posting on Pulp Intl. or let it stand idle. This time we’re opting for idle. If you’re a regular visitor, you know the drill. If you’ve never visited here before, please have a look around. This is one of the most extensive pulp related websites on the internet, with content going back to 2008 comprising more than 2,300 separate articles and about 25,000 pieces of vintage art, much of it never previously uploaded to the internet. Besides book covers, other areas of specialization include Japanese film, Australian men’s magazines, American tabloids, and general weirdness. You can use the category links at right, plug terms into the search box at lower right (just under the lady wearing a kimono), use the keyword links at the bottom of every post, or simply read chronologically to the bottom of the page where the “next page” link will send you to past entries. Or, just for fun, if you click this link it will take you back to 2008, and by clicking “previous page” you can navigate forward. We’ll be back soon.
Greece is the word, is the time, is the place, is the motion. Greece is the way we are feeling.
We never liked that song “Grease” until now. We suppose thanks to Barry Gibb are in order. As far as the “Greek Week” header goes, we’ll actually be away more than a week, but “ten days” doesn’t rhyme with anything. In any case, we’re outtie. As we said yesterday, we’ve got some posts set to show up automatically beginning on Monday, and if we find anything pulp worthy out there we’ll be sure to share it. But as always when we travel, we’d like to point you toward a few very interesting entries to tide you over, here, here, here, here, here, here, definitely here, and who can forget here? Back soon.
Pulp Intl. hits North Africa. Hopefully North Africa doesn’t hit back.
So turns out the Morocco thing is going to happen, which means we’ll probably be incommunicado for ten days. As we said, it’s a bit of a spontaneous deal—we have a hotel room in Tangier and that’s all. The rest we’ll improvise. Of course, we’ll be checking out the ancient souks, and perhaps we’ll find some pulpworthy items. If that happens, and we can find a way to post them, we’ll do it. Otherwise we’ll share our findings when we return. And all you Goodtime Weekly Calendar fans don’t worry. We’ll post the missing weeks as soon as we’re back.
As always when we take a break, we encourage visitors to look around the site. There are literally fifteen thousand pieces of art posted in here. It's like a warehouse. There are also plenty of true crime stories, movie reviews, and a really nice collection of femmes fatales. We’ll help by pointing you toward a few of our favorites posts here, here, here, here, here, and of course here. And let’s not forget our big Adam collection here, and our National Informer collection here. Make yourself comfy, stay awhile, and we'll see you soon.
We are headed on vacation, and if we don’t melt in the heat where we’re going, we’ll be back in seven days, more or less. As always, we’ll be keeping an eye out for more international pulp treasures, and if we find any, we’ll post them. Also, it seems a good time to thank all of you once again for frequenting our site. We now routinely receive 50,000 unique visitors per month, which is amazing, and maybe even a little scary. We’ve had some help along the way from people who have written in to fill in some blanks for us, and to correct us when we’ve gotten something wrong. You’re invaluable. See you soon.
At long last, we're taking a jet plane back to America.
We're taking a short break. The occasion is a trip the U.S.A., where we’ll be visiting friends and family after a nearly four-year absence. Besides getting into as much trouble as possible, we’ll try to dig up some pulp artifacts. Though the trip is three weeks, we’ll only be absent from the website for a few days, because that’s how obsessed we are. Look for new posts on March 1, and in the meantime, visit some of the nearly two thousand entries we’ve made in the last three years. Try the links embedded around the site. The nuclear fallout sign takes you to all our nuke posts. The lady in brown at the top takes you to all the femmes fatales. The naked lady sitting atop the category list takes you to all—well, most of—the naked posts. The lady in the kimono at lower right takes you to all the pinku posts. You can write your own entry by using the reader pulp interface below the kimono lady. And as long we're explaining things, we were asked why the vintage advertising is the same day after day. It isn’t. Our server changes them, but you have to have cookies enabled on your computer, in which case you see a different vintage advertisement each time you visit, 300 separate times. Also we have that search box. So explore while we’re away. We’ll be right back.
The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
1910—First Seaplane Takes Flight
Frenchman Henri Fabre, who had studied airplane and propeller designs and had also patented a system of flotation devices, accomplishes the first take-off from water at Martinque, France, in a plane he called Le Canard, or "the duck."
1953—Jim Thorpe Dies
American athlete Jim Thorpe, who was one of the most prolific sportsmen ever and won Olympic gold medals in the 1912 pentathlon and decathlon, played American football at the collegiate and professional levels, and also played professional baseball and basketball, dies of a heart attack.
1958—Khrushchev Becomes Premier
Nikita Khrushchev becomes premier of the Soviet Union. During his time in power he is responsible for the partial de-Stalinization of the Soviet Union, and presides over the rise of the early Soviet space program, but his many policy failures lead to him being deposed in October 1964. After his removal he is pensioned off and lives quietly the rest of his life, eventually dying of heart disease in 1971.
1997—Heaven's Gate Cult Members Found Dead
In San Diego, thirty-nine members of a cult called Heaven's Gate are found dead after committing suicide in the belief that a UFO hidden in tail of the Hale-Bopp comet was a signal that it was time to leave Earth for a higher plane of existence. The cult members killed themselves by ingesting pudding and applesauce laced with poison.
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