#PressAge

[vinylespassion]

Une employée soulève une copie du disque de Leon Rusk 'Air Mail Special on the Fly' d'une estampeuse dans l'usine de pressage de la King Record Company, Cincinnati, Ohio, 1946.

[2t2r]

Les collages de feuilles séchées de Helen Ahpornsiri

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/les-collages-de-feuilles-sechees-de-helen-ahpornsiri/

Les collages de feuilles séchées de Helen Ahpornsiri

[agenciacomunicacion]

Mensaje de Rafael Ángel Fernández Gutiérrez, #periodista Director de #Pressnet y de #PressAge

Sí, también estoy en #Mastodon ¿Acaso lo dudabas? 😉 Te invito a seguirnos también allí. Un #periodista debe recurrir a la #ubicuidad #internáutica para no perderse ni un detalle

Rafael Ángel Fernández Gutiérrez @periodista@mastodon.social

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[aesthetically0b5essed]

This smartwatch does like 10,000 things and keeps perfect time but I still prefer a mechanical one.

[pressnet]

Mensaje de Rafael Ángel Fernández Gutiérrez, #periodista Director de #Pressnet y de #PressAge

Sí, también estoy en #Mastodon ¿Acaso lo dudabas? 😉 Te invito a seguirnos también allí. Un #periodista debe recurrir a la #ubicuidad #internáutica para no perderse ni un detalle

Rafael Ángel Fernández Gutiérrez @periodista@mastodon.social

https://mastodon.social/@periodista

Podrás darte de alta en #Mastodon y seguirme a la vez desde este enlace: https://mastodon.social/invite/kUHWSLFY

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[vieuxmetiers]

Janine Niepce, pressage du raisin, Rully, Saône-et-Loire, 1947.

[hydraulic-pressage]

not to vague blog about my friends but being the baby of the group doesn't make you more likable. It's fine if you don't know how to do stuff and I will help you until we're old and wrinkly but not knowing how to cook isn't cute, quirky, or a personality trait.

[rbolick]

Books On Books Collection - Pramod Chavan

The Voice of the Yarn (2023) The Voice of the Yarn (2022)Pramod ChavanCasebound, glued, illustrated paper over boards, plain doublures. H325 x W235 mm. 66 pages. Acquired from the Artist, 20 May 2023.Photos: Courtesy of the artist. The technique of painting or printing by pulling a soaked string from a folded sheet of paper will be familiar to Western kindergarten and elementary school…

[baede-6]

Me:"I don't like scout rifles."

Friend:"You'd like Dead Man's Tale. DMT has amazing crits and the catalyst allows you to fire from the hip.It fits your whole cowboy aesthetic."

Me:"Mmm I don't know..."

Friend:"Pressage is the legendary quest on rotation this week, let's just get it for you and you can try it out."

Me:"Ok. I'll try anything once."

After Pressage:

Me:"Light, she's pretty."

Friend:"We'll take you to Grasps of Avarice and you can shoot a few rounds.Shoot it once and reload it."

Me:"This doesn't even handle like a scout rifle..."

Friend:"See?Maybe you should listen to your friends when they recommend guns for you. It's not all hand cannons."

Me:"You keep Sunshot and Ace out of this. I'm not maining a scout rifle anytime soon.Although she is pretty and handles like a charm.Oh. Oh no. Do I like a scout rifle?"

[meriol-lehmann]

pressage de paille, rang saint-charles, hébertville

[meli-writes]

Blood Sugar - Ch. 01

/// CW: small scene with gore, lots of blood, sexual references, and mentions of forced detransition and an abusive partner. ///

“Lord Blackford, I presume?” teased the pilot, lazily groping an obviously looted revolver. “Didn’t expect the ball-gown, or the tits in them — but the blood-drench seems about right.”

“Ain’t my blood,” Charlie coughed, pulling against an uncourteous handcuff. It was a medical bed — which wasn’t the worst sign — but 'she' kept 'her' guard, and pitch, high.

“No — none of it is,” they mused. Dink. Dink. “And it’s blue.”

The pilot tapped a pressurised cylinder — humming away as it cycled; blue out, red in. Charlie groaned — didn’t matter the type was killing her, it had felt good. And it had been the first good feeling since the rotting cunt had pressaged her to this fourth-world heap.

“Ya wanna explain why we’re pumpin’ an entire Blackford’s worth outta you then?”

“Cavalry Bioident,” obviously — and not the point. “Who’s we?” she dared. Blackford had invaded someone — but neither Charlie, nor his Lordship, knew the fuck who.

The pilot beamed. “Confederal Cavalry Militia — democratically attached to the Free Vessel Torastan, now landed in pursuit of this world’s liberation from imperialist remnant.”

“Punkers — and pirates, if not the same,” said Charlie — a raised brow guarding against the ridiculous notion she should recognise them. Better that she didn’t, probably. The Third Revolutionaries would blast you with niche political theories but usually not their guns.

“Yeah, pretty much,” they conceded, satisfied. “Kell Kinroth; callsign—” “Devourer.”

“Oh. Catch me a pair of fans?” Kell asked, smiling.

That callsign had punctuated every one of the Lord’s tirades against them — abusiveness in concert with the presumable, worsening humiliation of each successive war council.

“No — and where is she?”

---

“Miss Blackford.” Her father’s mistress stalked up to her, the shivering and shell-shocked Ladyship— “Ishbel.” —and smacked her. “Ish! Get in the fucking Cav.”

Lord Gorden Blackford, her father — his throat decorated by a mangling slice from ear to missing ear — was staring at her, lying in blood more precious than his life. My Heirloom. And it was dripping, from teeth to cleavage, hidden aneath Charlie’s stolen pourpoint.

“You waiting on daddy’s loyal retinue to butcher each other for the privilege of making you their broodmare?” they spat, a wet and blue-bloody globule of Charlie's spirited disdain for Blackford’s touch – how they hated their own flesh for it.

The Syphon-Scepter was rammed deep into his gullet, where the delicate engine burnt out draining a still-living subject. “There’s nothing left for us, for you, here — isn't there, Ish?”

“No, there isn’t.” she said, taking their hand. You’re all I need now, Charlie.

---

“I-I had to get out of there — get her out with me. That good enough for you?” Charlie rubbed at her wrist where the cuff had chafed. “Now where is she?”

Kell nodded, gun holstered at bloody last, and answered simply. “Holding cell.”

“Why isn’t she here? You fucking shot at—”

“Nah,” they interrupted. “Seems you took all the internal blast for her. Still, smart— takin’ her hostage—” She’s not— “Meanin’ you weren’t gonna get shot. Least till you walked into us.”

Charlie turned off the bed, stopping anxiously as the infuser cord tugged at her.

“Still— sorry about that. Didn’t spot you’d detached the armaments,” Kell seemed genuinely embarrassed, staring at shrapnel-borne pockmarks. “But good I shot first. Partner’d been itching to vibro-smash the fucker for months. I’d say you’re a defector like her but—”

“Ain’t a pilot,” said Charlie, having not meant to walk into their warzone. There was only so much Ish could backseat, knowing a disobedient amount more than her station begged.

“Yeah, cos ya actually just say pilot. Still catchin’ Bleater say Cavalier sometimes. Ha, chivalric bullshit—”

“And she’s not my fucking hostage!” Charlie wanted Kell to shut the fuck up, to leave them both alone. “The Miss wanted—” “Woah.”

“That Miss of yours is a Lady now, the Lady — Blackford.”

Charlie didn’t yet understand what she’d done. Tangling with nobility used to mean Blackford smuggling himself into Charlie's subdivision of a second-world orbital habitat, to get pegged raw — before Charlie started soaking up all the psychosexual hang-ups that begot.

“What she wants doesn’t matter, she’s too valuable to give up. Sorry, Charlie.”

You aren’t. Kell was relieved, not sorry, and could tell Charlie wasn’t pleased. Not least because Charlie’s shaking fists made it very fucking obvious. She had just delivered them everything they needed to win their little insurrection — all at Ish’s expense.

“No one’s gonna hurt her alright,” they reassured — and a truth revealed in it; we could if we wanted to. It's why she told me your name. Because she’s ours now, not yours.

“And— dropping her off makes you very cool with us.” They were trying to bribe her, mostly so they felt less bad. It wasn’t for Charlie’s sake.

The cylinder beeped — done, Blackford was gone. Kell pulled the infuser out, and it sucked. “Fuck, you really won’t let me keep it? Thought killing him would make me a Cavalry Ace.”

“Kinda." Their formally-disavowed bounty board lighting up for Blackford's death was doubtless darkening the day of many of the militia's lances. "But it was killin' ya, wrong type an’ all — self-replicating too, and eatin’ your blood cells. It’ll only bind properly to her.”

Kell could see the bitter sorrow in Charlie’s eyes. “But?”

“Haven’t felt that good since before his Lordship’s unilateral decision to just abduct me. When I was home and—” Charlie’s head had felt clear — narrow and focused — and had again, bathed in cerulean. “Say— and mind my fucking manners here—”

“Think I have been,” mused Kell. “Blackford had a refined taste in mistress, didn’t he?”

“Yep. Killer.”

Charlie stood up — flexing away the tension in his shoulders, chords purring a bruising memory of hateful words, “You wretched, rebellious queers—” Kell sputtered like a dying engine, and would have fallen over if the chair hadn’t been braced against the wall.

Charlie relaxed. “You got any hormones? Like, androgenic implants — or fuck, I’ll do gel.”

It was that voice, scrambled by interference, that had passed perfectly as Blackford, to the traffic tower, so Charlie didn’t have to blow the fence and their cover.

And that same voice — obliviously transmitted on the shortwave — that had drawn out Bleater and the Devourer. “Oh— sugar. You’re in good fuckin’ hands,” they smiled.

But Kell tensed again — still bargaining, “If that makes us cool?”

“Yeah, it does. Sorry — for what it’s worth.”

To Ish, not to you.

---

(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written on cohost 18/01/2024, in response to Making-Up-Mech-Pilots' prompt:

Mech Pilot who took your place.

in the original version the word blue is... well it's blue lol. CSS my beloved.

[feytouched]

eugh idk why but i woke up feeling super not great.... eally tired and sleepy and feeling hot & cold at the same time. i don't have the flushed cheeks that always pressage fever for me but idk what's going on. i thought i might be dehydrated so i've been chugging water (i forget to drink a little too often) but so far it hasn't helped that much

[yukicustos]

So, I did a little something. I had been writing for too long by now and it is time to have some of my stuff see the light of the day.

'Wild Bluebird' is a imaginary studio for my scripts and the first one with the spotlight on is 'Indigo Heart' based on Teen Wolf series, and for you, yes, you! Who's in love with Thiam like an awful amount. Give it a try. I know it's a little a bit off the usual.

A script, like literally, I had read some movies scripts. I love the vibes, my writing, projects fits the format and I would love to sharp this as much as I can. I bet you can also imagine I am not a native, but I am aiming to become a pro anyways.

About

‘TEEN WOLF: Indigo Heart’ Script. Genre: ‘Action, Fantasy, Drama. Theo Raeken is having dreams about Liam Dunbar, and his new endeavor as a dancer, but there’s much more about this to be only about channeling his anger. In a potential reality, where they found out what’s turning their Werewolf eyes into an Indigo color, and why it is related to the states of dreaming. They face sumeric demons, venturing themselves in babylonian rituals with an upcoming pressage of a new uncontrollable force onto Beacon Hills fate. Where does Liam fits in all this? He’s the center of it, and Theo can feel it. Written in Script format, meant to follow the events after the Hunters ‘Teen Wolf Season VI.’

The arc is inspired in the very concept of me imagining Liam finding dancing to be his way through managing this energy called: anger issues. Which parallels rituals(also me, because well it works from actual experience), states of consciousness and all that good stuff about the 'Supernatural' that makes double meaning to 'Spiritual'. And of course a new mythological being for them to deal with, the Hellcat*cough, cough* Meghan Fox face claim *cough*

Here's the Trailer Concept from WB youtube channel:

The link for download is the 'WB SCRIPTS' website page right here,

[davidfakrikian]

DVDvision - La Collection Épisode 8

L'histoire de DVDvision vol.1 continue ! Et voici l'épisode 8 de la série, quand le rédac-chef se retrouve à travailler 24h/24 pour sauver le DVD de Crying Freeman, et est trop épuisé pour signer l'édito !

Numéro 8 - Janvier 2001 - 

116 pages

Editeur : Seven Sept

Directrice de publication : Véronique Poirier 

Rédacteur en chef : David Fakrikian

Rédacteurs principaux : Yannick Dahan, Christophe Lemaire, Stéphane Lacombe, Benjamin Rozovas, Rafik Djoumi, David Martinez, Sandy Gillet, Nicolas Saada, Nicolas Rioult, Guillaume Delbos, Gael Golhen.

Sommaire : Gladiator making of DVD, Films ados, DVD en séries.

DVD : Le Pacte des Loups, Les Rivières Pourpres.

Notes : Ce numéro fut le plus vendu de DVDvision, montant à 34 000 exemplaires. Nous venons alors d'embaucher à temps plein Benjamin Rozovas, qui prend en charge le cahier multimédia, et grâce à ma rencontre avec Nicolas de La Mothe, qui dirige alors les projets à Gaumont Columbia Tri-Star, je signe le dossier de couverture sur Gladiator, qui est une véritable plongée dans les coulisses de l'adaptation d'un blockbuster américain en DVD Zone 2. C'est donc la deuxième fois en 8 numéros qu'un film de Ridley Scott fait notre couverture. Lié au DVD, Le Pacte des Loups, forcément très racoleur, et à la superbe couverture retravaillée par Joel Casano, ce numéro tombe à point. 

Il correspond aussi à une énorme période d'effervescence pendant laquelle je me retrouve à travailler littéralement jour et nuit, ce qui explique que Leonard Haddad signe le très drôle éditorial de ce numéro. Bien que présent quand il l'a rédigé, je n'avais ce soir là plus la force d'écrire, donc je l'ai laissé à mon ordinateur le faire à ma place. 

La raison ? Alors que la date de sortie du Pacte des Loups de Christophe Gans approche, l'odyssée du DVD Crying Freeman, commencée en 1999, sur lequel je donne un coup de main au concepteur Sébastien Prangère (également le monteur du Pacte des Loups) prend une tournure surréaliste.

Au cours de la conception, j'ai décidé de mon propre chef, au vu de l'abondance de matériel, que le collector serait un double DVD-9, alors qu'à l'origine, le produit était budgétisé pour un DVD-10 (double face). Ce qui, en plein milieu du bouclage du magazine, me vaut d'être convoqué en compagnie de Sébastien Prangère dans le bureau de Victor Hadida, qui m'incendie à juste titre, (après tout, c'est son argent que je suis en train de dépenser). Les ventes sont alors estimées à 5000 ex., et faire deux DVD-9 risque de réduire fortement les bénéfices possibles du projet. Je défend mon choix avec une énorme mauvaise foi, argumentant des raisons techniques, et Victor fini par valider à contre-coeur. 

Après avoir reporté la sortie une première fois pour refaire le master en HD, (sur lequel j'ai supervisé l'étalonnage qui ensuite a été approuvé par Christophe), nous ratons la nouvelle date de sortie, quand la compagnie chargée du transfert HD nous livre un DVD master dans lequel il manque environ 40 secondes de film ! Elles étaient pourtant présentes sur la copie interpositive que nous avons remasterisée. Il faut donc tout refaire ! Et pour couronner le tout, malgré nos efforts et nos nuit blanches passées à les aider, la compagnie chargée des menus est incapable de nous livrer un produit fini qui correspond à nos attentes sur le deuxième disque des suppléments.

Le coffret Crying Freeman de 2001, originellement estimé à 5000 ventes, est monté à 100 000 exemplaires à sa sortie.

Pendant ce temps, une fois les bons de précommande envoyés aux magasins, et après que j'ai organisé une démo de présentation pour la presse avec un avant/après, pendant laquelle tous les journalistes sont devenus fous en voyant la qualité du transfert HD du film, la hype monte. Très, très haut. L'éditeur a commencé à faire imprimer le coffret emballage. Qui passe d'un pressage de 6000 ex, initialement prévu, à 12000. Puis, deux jours après, nous apprenons qu'il y a 18000 précommandes. Nous renvoyons donc au calage le coffret, pour 24000 exemplaires. Mais la semaine suivante, on nous informe qu'il y a 32000 précommandes ! Le coffret va être remis au calage au moins quatre fois, pour un total de 80000 exemplaires, du délire total. Seul problème, si l'emballage est prêt, le DVD ne l'est pas ! 

Alors qu'il a vent des chiffres de précommandes, je devient le meilleur ami de Victor Hadida, qui convoque un meeting au sommet avec son frère Samuel, Christophe Gans et Sébastien Prangère, où nous décidons tous que vu l'attente, il est hors de question de sortir le disque tel qu'il est finalisé par la compagnie d'authoring. Victor va alors empoigner son téléphone, et sauver le projet, en embauchant TOUT le staff d'une autre compagnie d'authoring pour refaire le disque... en une semaine, sous la supervision de Sébastien et moi. Il paie donc littéralement cette société, pour que tous leur travaux en cours s'arretent, et que 100% de leur équipe travaille sur le DVD Crying Freeman 24h/24 ! 

Je me retrouve donc à travailler la journée au journal, et la nuit chez la nouvelle compagnie d'authoring, dormant dans la chambre d'amis de Sébastien Prangère entre 4 heures et 8 heures du matin, avant de reprendre le chemin du journal. En 5 jours, nous reprenons tout à zéro, reconcevant le menu, le disque de suppléments, refaisant tous les graphismes, ajoutant des bonus de dernière minute, et refaisant même deux fois la compression du film, après que Christophe réalise sur son téléviseur qu'une étrange teinte verte a fait virer inexplicablement les couleurs du master. (En vérité, on le découvrira des années plus tard, les tubes cathodiques de cette époque, différents du moniteur HD sur lequel nous avions validé le film, viraient au vert. Ils nécessitaient donc une teinte rouge dominante afin de rééquilibrer l'image, ce qui explique que tous les masters des années 90 à 2005 ont un "red push" donnant sur les écrans d'aujourd'hui une apparence rosée).

Pour passer le temps en attendant que les graphistes nous envoient les nouveaux menus sur internet la nuit, nous jouons à la Dreamcast à SoulCalibur avec Sebastien (et oui, nous sommes encore en 1801) !

Une fois le travail terminé, Sébastien a dormi pendant 4 jours, sans qu'il ait été possible de le joindre au téléphone... Une fois le DVD sorti, il sera regardé comme l'un des meilleurs jamais édité sur le marché, un exemple à suivre, qui atteindra les 100 000 exemplaires de vente au total, en pleine post-effervescence Pacte des Loups, un happy-end inespéré.

Qui a dit que la vie d'un rédac-chef était de tout repos ? Il s'est assurément trompé. 

La citation de ce numéro : "David, mon ami !"  (Victor Hadida - janvier 2001)

[silence-of-autumn42]

I really hope that Season of the Deep doesn't use Battlegrounds for its seasonal activity. While I like the mini strikes in general, we've had a lot of them pretty much back to back since they were introduced. Chosen, Risen, Seraph and now Defiance have all had Battlegrounds as their activities, with pretty minimal variation between them. It'd be nice to get some more unique activities again, like Astral Alignment from Season of the Lost, or Override from Season of the Splicer.

I've also noticed that seasons which feature Battlegrounds don't seem to do the secondary 3 player activities other seasons do. Splicer had Expunge, Lost had Shattered Realm, Haunted had Sever and Plunder had the pirate hideouts and also the excavation thing. But none of the Battlegrounds seasons have anything similar. They do tend to have exotic missions (Pressage, Vox Obscura, Seraph Station and now Avalon), but they're not the same. I think it's time for Bungie to break the current trend of Battlegrounds seasons, and go with the more traditional, but also more variable, six player activity + 3 player mini dungeon season again. Not permanently, but just for a while.

[reginrokkr]

Abyss [energy] — Defilement, chaos, void, Marana, forbidden knowledge, foul energy, corruption, filth, encroaching dark, Eleazar, karmic debt, corrosion, aura of monstrosity, karmic debt Abyss matter [palpable] — Black ooze, black matter, black mud, black pollutant, filth, pitch-black rain, poison, purple mist, corrosion Abyssal monsters — Star-beasts, Dev, Marana's Avatar, heralds of death, vanguards of corruption Abyssal creatures [mages, heralds...] — Transcendent ones, pressager of the Abyss Automatons — Marana's Disciple, mechanical wardens

Cataclysm — Black Cataclysm, apocalypse, calamity, Calamity of the Darkness, Dark Calamity, disaster

Dragons — Dragon Kings, dragon sovereigns, ancient dragons

Phanes — Master of the Heavens, Primordial One Divine nail — Skyfrost nail, nail of retribution, crystalline sapphire nail, Wish Granter, spike, crystal fragment, heavenly star (?), spiritstone

Ether — Aura

Old World — Era of the Sovereign Dragons Old World² — Era of the Saints, antediluvian era

Irminsul — All-Knowing, Tree of Time, Axis Mundi, Sarva, Divine Tree Withered tree — White tree Ley Lines — Spirit veins

Heavenly Principles — Erosion