Ain’t it interesting that even websites— which, in my mind, are still kind of futuristic-ish — can look this dated? Even the future is obsolete!


After seeing the post I did the other day about men of the future as imagined in the fifties, my dad sent me these drawings.
He writes:
Boris Artzybasheff was a brilliant artist born in Russia who lived in Connecticut and was chiefly known for Time cover portraits often involving anthropomorphized machines. I remember seeing these when they first appeared in Life magazine in the fifties. These are scanned from his book As I See which you’ll enjoy looking at when you next visit. Your Dad
This is pretty much how I look when I’m at my desk and realize it’s already 5pm and I’ve only responded to four emails.
I really like the text on the side:
Electronic Mail is a term that’s been bandied about data processing circles for years. Simply put, it means high-speed information transportation. One of the most advanced methods is terminals talking to one another. Your mailbox is the terminal on your desk. Punch a key and today’s correspondence and messages are displayed instantly. Need to notify people immediately of a fast-breaking development? Have your messages delivered to their terminal mailboxes electronically, across the hall or around the world.
(retrospace via boinboing via buzzfeed)



