No Trash, No Crash

TWO years ago the world was amazed when US Airways Flight 1549 landed safely in the Hudson River after striking a flock of geese upon takeoff from La Guardia Airport. Through the heroic actions of Capt. Chesley B. Sullenberger III and his crew, and more than a little luck, all 155 people aboard survived in what was called the Miracle on the Hudson.

Incredibly, the Federal Aviation Administration has ignored the lesson from that episode and approved construction of a garbage transfer facility, known as the North Shore Marine Transfer Station, in College Point, Queens, less than half a mile east of La Guardia.

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By JAMES E. HALL

Published: June 27, 2011

(via No Trash, No Crash - NYTimes.com)

The Ford Logo That Almost Was

There are many interesting auto logo stories, including Cadillac’s recent discarding of its heraldic ducks in favor of a new version of its shield and crest. And BMW recently cleared up the history of its logo, saying that it’s based on the Bavarian flag, not a spinning propeller.

But perhaps the most intriguing story is that of the Ford logo designed by the heavyweight champion of logo designers, Paul Rand, who did those of IBM, ABC, Westinghouse, UPS, Next Computer — and Enron. In 1966, Rand was hired by Henry Ford II to rethink and modernize the familiar scripted oval Ford logo.

Read more HERE.

BMW Roundel Logo Not Based On Propeller Blades, But Rather The Puckered Assholes That Drive Them.

Wait no, that’s wrong too. The NYTimes have it figured out though. Check out the story HERE.

The New York Times offers up this delightful interactive map of what scents your smell nozzle might pick up throughout the various Manhattan boroughs.

Scents and the City

By JASON LOGAN

New York secretes its fullest range of smells in the summer; disgusting or enticing, delicate or overpowering, they are liberated by the heat. So one sweltering weekend, I set out to navigate the city by nose. As my nostrils led me from Manhattan’s northernmost end to its southern tip, some prosaic scents recurred (cigarette butts; suntan lotion; fried foods); some were singular and sublime (a delicate trail of flowers mingling with Indian curry around 34th Street); while others proved revoltingly unique (the garbage outside a nail salon). Some smells reminded me of other places, and some will forever remind me of New York.