Attention happy campers, just in time for Halloween let’s go back to Waco GA, October 1988. For your trick-or-treat pleasure, a news feature with behind-the-scenes footage about the making of Sleepaway Camp 3: Teenage Wasteland.
(We actually wrapped principal photography of SC3 on Halloween Day!)
Turns out, cats know more martial arts than ninjutsu. Japanese photographer Hisakata Hiroyuki has decided to dedicate a fair portion of his time to shooting cats during their totally serious combat practices, and the result is purrrfect.
Threatening stares, explosive kicks, powerful punches, Hiroyuki has captured it all. He has successfully proven that felines have unlocked all of the secret fighting techniques, and even Mr. Miyagi could learn a thing or two from these martial arts masters.
After a journey of 4.9 billion miles the Cassini Orbiter
has disappeared into the object of its obsession, the planet Saturn.
Six moons, two oceans, three seas, and hundreds of small lakes were
among the discoveries made. Here’s hoping 72.3 pounds of plutonium
didn’t trigger a disaster in dimensions of Saturn beyond our senses, or
to a future Saturn which we can’t comprehend. Or perhaps we just
accidentally provided a mutation that will bring the planet to life some
The story of how the first launch got scrubbed begins with a
thunderstorm shaking a tin shack on a Sioux reservation in early October
1997. A respected grandmother had a dream of the eastern seaboard in
flames. Grandmother’s dreams always came true. She didn’t understand
the dream until a story came on the reservation radio station about the Cassini launch,
only a few days away. Grandmother believed that the dream was a
warning about the rocket exploding, drizzling plutonium all over Florida
and the world.
She didn’t know what to do about it so she told her daughter. Now it
was her daughter’s problem. What could she do? How could she possibly
So she called our mutual friend Kevin Marsh, a very cool indigenous
cat in the immediate crew of the late great John Trudell. Back in the
day Kevin had been the driver for Miceli, the owner of the first Italian
restaurant in Hollywood, CA. But Kevin matured into a multiple Emerald
Cup winning legal marijuana farmer, one of the pioneers of the
Kevin groused around the house until his wife Darlene told him to
take it to the local Humboldt CA radio station. The DJ being a friend of
Kevin’s the predicament was offered up to listeners. If they were
willing to raise some money to send Kevin to Cape Canaveral he would do
his best to figure out something to do to stop that launch. To Kevin’s
surprise donations poured in. People even walked and drove to the
station to drop off cash.
So Kevin went straight to the airport. When he arrived in Florida a
relative of a listener who had donated to Kevin’s trip recognized him.
Now Kevin had a driver. But where did he want to go? He figured he
should go to Cape Canaveral.
Cassini launch Oct 15 1997.
As his ride dropped him off, Kevin surveyed the scene. A tourist
area. Formidable security gates. Surveillance equipment. Deadly
force. The rest was a swamp. What could he do? He decided to pull up a
lawn chair and have a seat. “What was he doing there?” An officer and
soldiers who ventured out wanted to know.
Kevin explained that he was protesting the launch of a deadly amount
of Plutonium. He said grandmother had a dream and grandmother’s dreams
always come true. The officer explained the rules. If Kevin fell
asleep they would arrest him. His protest was protected by law only as
long as he could stay awake.
Then began one of the most amazing, unlikely and little known acts of
protest in American history. There followed a series of strange
A retired fellow in a red outfit on a matching bicycle brought some
supplies and explained that Kevin could use the bathroom and water
fountain in the tourist hospitality area. They could not deny him
that. He kept watch while Kevin took a nap. As long as somebody was
awake in that lawn chair the protest continued.
A biker with a parrot drove up from Christmas, Florida to share some
supplies and encouragement. He invited Kevin to visit after Oct. 12. Maybe Kevin could inspire the people there to fight for their rights in a town overrun by corruption and greed.
But then there were the tempters. The shady guy out of nowhere
offering to sell Kevin meth so he could be sure to stay awake. Kevin
explained he didn’t do meth but he was willing to share his weed. The
shady guy pointed out the illegality of weed. But Kevin told him about
being one of the first legal marijuana farmers in California. Pulling a
recorder out of his pocket the narc took out the tape and destroyed
it. He confessed that weed helped his mother with her medical problem
more than any prescription.
A Corvette convertible with the top down drove out from inside the
base. The sexy female driver offered Kevin a feast, some cocaine, her
hot tub and her soft fluffy bed. Kevin pointed out that the wedding
ring he wears on a chain around his neck is there to remind him not to
accept such invitations.
Several days passed this way with
Kevin in his folding chair by the swamp. A worker gave him hell because
somehow he felt Kevin’s protest threatened his job. The daughter of
the base commander showed up to share some of her own excellent weed and
to shoot the shit. She thought what Kevin was doing was pretty damn
cool. She told him about the night she snuck inside a nuclear sub and
graffitied the control room with peace symbols.
Then a local reporter covered the story. Some crazy hippie was
sitting out in front of the base. A group of high school jocks showed
up to question Kevin about his motives. Once he explained they asked if
they could protest, too. They didn’t even know they had the right.
They returned the next day with their parents, many fellow students and
some teachers. A star football player carried a sign that read: “NASA
sucks alien cock.”
Soon more reporters gathered and more. Then the networks arrived.
Protestors professional and amateur, locals and travelers, poured into
Oct 12 arrived.
As the countdown began some protestors swarmed the gate. The few who
made it over the first fence, under the watchful gaze of snipers, were
immediately arrested. Helicopters in the air and gun boats in the water
added drama to the already dramatic countdown. Kevin didn’t know what
to do. He had done everything he could. When asked he told the
protestors to form a giant peace sign and pray.
As Kevin walked past a news van rumored to have Dan Rather inside he
heard someone loudly carping that he was not be bothered with such a
ridiculous story again. The door of the van opened and a crumpled up
piece of paper fell directly into Kevin’s path. Naturally, Kevin picked
it up. He found a fax about a judge in Hawaii ruling that NASA had not
satisfied the requirements for a full environmental report before the
Kevin took that sheet of paper straight to the gate of Cape Canaveral
where he demanded that the soldier on guard take him to the base
commander, there Kevin would make a citizen’s arrest. The soldier was
dumbfounded. So was the officer that followed. And his superior, too.
They all stood around until a limo pulled up inside the base. By now
the local sheriff had gotten involved and as is usually the case the
local authorities and the federal authorities did not exactly see eye to
eye. The sheriff took that sheet of paper from Kevin and she walked to
that limo and got inside. We don’t know what was said but we do know
the launch was scrubbed.
Jubilant protestors celebrated. Kevin sat exhausted in his folding
chair answering questions and saying you’re welcome. After everyone had
their moment, a personable woman with blonde hair approached Kevin. She
introduced herself as an Assistant Press Secretary to the President of
the United States. He remembered seeing her on the news a few times.
She offered to drive him to the airport if he was ready to go home.
On the road she told him that no leaders of government stayed on the
eastern side of the United States on that day for fear of grandmother’s
prophecy. She thought he also deserved to know that as soon as the
launch had been scrubbed technical problems were found. NASA insisted
the cancellation was due to weather and minor technical issues. But is
any technical issue minor when you’re launching 72.3 pounds of plutonium
on a rocket?
The Press Secretary drove Kevin to a nearby trailer park where the
mysterious man in red could not be found. No one had ever seen such a
person even though he had told Kevin he lived there. She drove him to
Christmas, Florida, too, where she heard the stories of the locals and
promised to tell the president. Then she dropped him off at the
airport, with a silly grin on her face at what this rough looking
character from the west had done by simply sitting in a lawn chair.
It’s odd that Getty’s photo of Kevin at Cape Canaveral is labeled the
only protestor at the launch. AP provides a pic of the Grandmothers
for Peace and many other protestors at Canaveral the same day.
didn’t believe this story either when I first heard it. But Kevin
provided a folder of press clippings. I could see photos of media
trucks and groups of protestors with signs and flags. A clipping from a
local newspaper included a photo where half a sign was visible. You
could easily tell that the missing letters spelled out “NASA sucks alien
Nikon just announced the winners of the 2017 Small World Photomicrography Competition,
and they’ve shared some of the winning and honored images with us here.
The contest invites photographers and scientists to submit images of
all things visible under a microscope. More than 2,000 entries were
received from 88 countries in 2017, the 43rd year of the competition.
The 12th place winner shows a closeup of the eye of an Opiliones (daddy longlegs) magnified 20x.#
Charles Krebs, Issaquah, Washington
2nd Place: A Senecio vulgaris (a flowering plant) seed head, magnified 2x.#
Dr. Havi Sarfaty, Yahud-Monoson, Israel
11th place shows an image of plastic fracturing on a credit card hologram magnified 10x.#
Steven Simon, Grand Prairie, Texas
Image of Distinction: Nsutite and Cacoxenite (minerals), magnified 5x.#
Emilio Carabajal Márquez, Madrid, Spain
Honorable Mention: The eyes of a jumping spider, magnified 6x.#
Emre Can Alagöz, Istanbul, Turkey
The 15th place winner is an image of a 3rd trimester fetus of a Megachiroptera (fruit bat), magnified 18x.#
Dr. Rick Adams, Greeley, Colorado
Image of Distinction: Moth eggs in spider silk, magnified 16x.#
Walter Piorkowski, South Beloit, Illinois
Image of Distinction: A natural bridge (petiole nodes) connecting the abdomen and thorax of an ant, magnified 5x.#
Can Tunçer, Izmir, Turkey
Honorable Mention: Human tongue blood vessels injected with lead chromate, magnified 100x.#
Frank Reiser, Garden City, New York
8th Place: An image of a newborn rat cochlea with sensory hair cells (green) and spiral ganglion neurons (red), magnified 100x.#