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.
Your intermission, should you choose to accept it.
It had to happen. The wide world calls like it does every summer, so we're off to see new things, meet new people, and hopefully collect new oddities. We'll be back online in one week, if all goes to plan. Please enjoy the site in our absence. New visitors, welcome to one of the best nooks on the internet for old tabloids, Japanese posters, obscure vintage movies, and random amusing tidbits. Here's a link for tabloids. Here's one for Japanese posters. Here's an obscure vintage movie. And here's something random and amusing. There are 3,523 posts in Pulp Intl.—i.e. ample opportunities to waste time and have fun while doing it. Have a look around at some of our tasty rarities and we'll be back in a flash, recharged and hungover.
Blood feud erupts over internet installation, leaving Pulp Intl. looking at a blackout.
We've had a nice long run with no interruptions on Pulp Intl. Our last intermission came when we went to Mallorca last July. This time we're going nowhere except a few blocks to a new flat, but therein lies the problem. On the ground floor under the flat is a shoe store. The internet hub is in that store. When the internet guy came over last week to hook us up, he went into the store and discovered the connection box was behind a big freakin' armoire. The worker in the store at first refused to move it. We sent one of the Pulp Intl. girlfriends to deal with him and the worker took a gander at her and changed his tune, saying he would in fact shift the display case with the internet guy's help. But it was too late for that level of cooperation—he and the internet guy blew up at each other, harsh words ensued, a window got broken, and everyone stormed off.
Hey, what can we say? Little annoyances like this are more than counteracted by the general freedom and fun we have here, and the mellow, low-stress lifestyle that leaves us time for an endeavor like Pulp. Also, the town where we live is beautiful, and the flat we're moving to is a true classic—like out of a movie, exactly the type of old place a typical American would fall in love with but which a local would avoid because the floors aren't new and the windows aren't double-paned glass. It makes for comical moments as our local friends cast suspicious gazes at the wood shutters and twelve-foot ceilings, then tell us unimpressed it's like where their grandmother used to live. This cultural chasm is perhaps best illustrated by the demon-headed desk we found a while back that absolutely nobody here wanted a thing to do with, but which we restored into a treasure.
See what we mean? Nobody could see the potential in that thing, but everyone loved it after we fixed it up. Pulp's new headquarters is the apartment version of the demon desk. The place will be sweet. In any case, Pulp Intl. shall return as soon as possible, hopefully within four or five days. If for some reason the shoe store guy and the internet guy take longer to get their shit patched up, we'll head to an internet cafe, or some willing friend's domicile, and dig up pieces from deep inside the website to reuse and post. In the meantime perhaps enjoy some random vintage wonders, such as at this page, this one, this one, this one, and this one. Moving forward into 2016 we have many copies of Adam we still plan to share, at least forty tabloids we haven't gotten to, and more than 2,000 Japanese posters, so keep us in your bookmarks, and thanks for your visits. Back soon.
You have to take the opportunity when it arises.
We’re having a little break from the website to enjoy some travels. We hadn’t planned to go anywhere this summer, but this is our window because, after years of nagging our Stateside friends to visit us, several are coming in the next few months. It’s either take a break now or wait until after October—and traveling then involves-less-than stellar weather in much of the world. So, Mallorca here we come. Back in a week.
Pulp Intl. takes a good old-fashioned road trip.
We’re driving to a coastal party town we know and stopping at whatever interesting locales we encounter on the way. We’ll be back the tenth or eleventh, if we avoid serious injury or imprisonment. We’ll keep our eyes open, but we probably won’t find any pulp this time. Some places have it and some don’t. Sadly we’ll be traveling the “don’t” zone. Luckily we have stacks of unscanned material in our office, more on the way via the international mails, and thousands of individual posts in Pulp Intl. containing approximately 30,000 pieces of art, so a week of wandering pulpless realms won’t exactly leave us hurting for material. It will, however, bring on website withdrawal. But we can hack it—we think. Meantime, get comfy, have a snack, take a look around. We suggest here, here, here, here, and most appropriately for the time of year, here. Oh, and don’t forget our tabloid index. We’ll see you soon.
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. |
The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
1912—International Opium Convention Signed
The International Opium Convention is signed at The Hague, Netherlands, and is the first international drug control treaty. The agreement was signed by Germany, the U.S., China, France, the UK, Italy, Japan, Netherlands, Persia, Portugal, Russia, and Siam.
1946—CIA Forerunner Created
U.S. president Harry S. Truman establishes the Central Intelligence Group or CIG, an interim authority that lasts until the Central Intelligence Agency is established in September of 1947.
1957—George Metesky Is Arrested
The New York City "Mad Bomber," a man named George P. Metesky, is arrested in Waterbury, Connecticut and charged with planting more than 30 bombs. Metesky was angry about events surrounding a workplace injury suffered years earlier. Of the thirty-three known bombs he planted, twenty-two exploded, injuring fifteen people. He was apprehended based on an early use of offender profiling and because of clues given in letters he wrote to a newspaper. At trial he was found legally insane and committed to a state mental hospital.
1950—Alger Hiss Is Convicted of Perjury
American lawyer Alger Hiss is convicted of perjury in connection with an investigation by the House unAmerican Activities Committee (HUAC), at which he was questioned about being a Soviet spy. Hiss served forty-four months in prison. Hiss maintained his innocence and fought his perjury conviction until his death in 1996 at age 92.
1977—Carter Pardons War Fugitives
U.S. President Jimmy Carter pardons nearly all of the country's Vietnam War draft evaders, many of whom had emigrated to Canada. He had made the pardon pledge during his election campaign, and he fulfilled his promise the day after he took office.
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