🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- THE DOOMSDAY DJ: TUNES FOR THE POST APOCALYPSE image “Fade to Grey”: image On this day in 1980, the Visage single “Fade to Grey” debuted on the UK Singles Chart at #68 (December 14) The futuristic, synth-driven new wave song was Visage’s biggest hit, going all the way to #1 in Germany and Switzerland, #3 in France and Austria, #4 in Belgium, #6 in Australia and Denmark, #7 in Ireland, #8 in the UK, and #12 in Sweden. On the finished track, the French vocal part was performed by Brigitte Arens, a young student from Belgium who was drummer Rusty Egan's girlfriend at the time, but on the video it was singer Steve Strange’s friend Julia Fodor who mimed the French lyrics. The music video became one of the first videoclips that ex-10cc creative duo Kevin Godley and Lol Creme directed, before they became known for their works with the Police, Duran Duran and Herbie Hancock. Visage’s Billy Currie and Chris Payne originally came up with the bare bones of the song by mucking around with it during soundchecks on tour with Gary Numan’s band in 1979. Later, in Visage, Midge Ure suggested the use of the melody and wrote the song's lyrics. #visage, #fadetogrey, #newwave, #80smusic, #stevestrange, #midgeure, #newwavemusic, #dailyrockhistory, #thisdayinmusic, #onthisday "Pure signal,no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- image The 1965 Shelby DeTomaso P70 Can-Am Sport racer. image by Fantuzzi image "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- image On January 24, 1972, deep in the thick jungle of Guam, two local hunters checking their shrimp traps saw movement. At first, they assumed it was a wild pig. Then they realized it was a man—thin, dressed in handmade clothing, clutching a crude spear, eyes wide with fear. When they approached, he lunged, desperate to escape. But he was weak and malnourished, and the hunters quickly subdued him. The man spoke softly in Japanese. His name, he said, was Shoichi Yokoi. He was a sergeant in the Imperial Japanese Army. He had been hiding there since 1944. Twenty-eight years. Alone. Yokoi was born in 1915 in Aichi Prefecture. Before the war, he worked as a tailor’s apprentice, a quiet young man skilled with his hands. Drafted in 1941, he was sent first to Manchuria, then to Guam—an island Japan had captured early in the war and knew it would eventually lose. When American forces launched their counterattack in July 1944, the battle was short and brutal. Thousands of Japanese soldiers were killed. The rest were ordered to retreat into the jungle and fight to the last man. Yokoi and a small group of survivors fled into the dense interior. Surrender, for them, was unthinkable. They had been taught that death was preferable to capture, that returning alive from battle brought shame to the family and dishonor to the nation. So they hid, even after the gunfire went silent. In the first years, Yokoi lived with about ten other soldiers. They hunted together, shared what little food they found, and avoided American patrols. But the jungle was harsh. Illness, starvation, accidents, and encounters with locals slowly reduced their numbers. By 1964, the last of the men who had hidden with him had died, leaving Yokoi completely alone. He adapted with astonishing ingenuity. Using skills from his tailoring days, he pounded tree bark into fibers and stitched together shirts, belts, and trousers. He crafted traps for eels and river shrimp, sharpened bamboo for fishing, and shaped metal scraps into knives. To survive the fierce tropical storms, he dug an underground shelter about three feet high and camouflaged the entrance with brush. That cave, dark and cramped, became his home for nearly three decades. Food came from whatever nature offered: bananas, breadfruit, snails, rats, shrimp. He rarely lit fires for fear he’d be spotted. His world shrank to the size of a patch of jungle, the rhythm of survival becoming the only rhythm he knew. In 1952, Yokoi found leaflets dropped by American aircraft: messages announcing that the war had ended seven years earlier. But he didn’t believe them. Or rather, he didn’t allow himself to believe them. To surface and surrender still felt like an unforgivable shame. He thought he might be executed. He thought his family would be disgraced. Better, he believed, to endure hardship in silence. Years blurred together. Seasons came and went. He avoided all human contact, hiding whenever he heard voices. For the last eight years before he was found, he did not speak a single word to another person. When the hunters brought him out of the jungle in 1972, Yokoi weighed barely 80 pounds. He was exhausted, frightened, and overwhelmed. Yet he was alive. Japan welcomed him home as a symbol of endurance. When he stepped off the plane at Haneda Airport, thousands of people were waiting—photographers, reporters, families who had lost soldiers and saw in Yokoi a strange kind of miracle. Faced with all those cameras, Yokoi bowed deeply. “It is with much embarrassment that I return,” he said. To Japanese ears, his words carried the full weight of wartime ideology. He was apologizing not for hiding, but for surviving. The Japan he returned to was nothing like the one he had left. The empire was gone. Democracy had taken root. Cities had rebuilt into modern skylines. The young people who met him could hardly understand the mindset that had guided him for so long. Yet they admired his perseverance. Yokoi married later that year and found purpose in sharing what he had learned from decades of simplicity. He wrote books. He appeared on television. He lectured about frugality, resilience, and the virtue of living with little. He became, oddly, a cultural icon—not for fighting in a war, but for surviving one long after it had ended. He died in 1997 at age 82. Yokoi’s cave still exists on Guam, preserved as a reminder of a man who hid from the world for nearly thirty years. His story endures because it shows the extremes a person can reach when shaped by belief, fear, and duty—and how, even after decades lost in isolation, a human being can still find his way back into the world. Shoichi Yokoi survived the jungle. Then he survived himself. "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- THE DOOMSDAY DJ: TUNES FOR THE POST APOCALYPSE December 15, 1969. A historic concert that, surprisingly, sometimes goes under the radar in the history of some British rock royalty took place at London’s Lyceum Theatre on December 15, 1969. It was a charity event for UNICEF, the United Nations’ international fund, called Peace and Love for Christmas. The concert marked the live debut of the extended Plastic Ono Band, on this occasion featuring the incredible line-up of John Lennon, Yoko Ono, George Harrison, Eric Clapton, Delaney & Bonnie, Billy Preston, and various other Beatles and Clapton alumni, with a brief appearance by Keith Moon. It came in the week of release of the Plastic Ono Band’s Live Peace In Toronto. John Lennon and Yoko Ono launch the "War Is Over" campaign with billboards declaring peace around the world. image With the Vietnam War raging with no end in sight, John and Yoko make a bold statement, launching billboards in 11 major cities that say: War Is Over If You Want It Love, John & Yoko The couple are in London, one of the cities to get the billboards, where they play the Peace For Christmas concert at the Lyceum Ballroom to kick off the campaign. Arranged on short notice, many of the their famous friends take part, including George Harrison, Eric Clapton, Bonnie and Delaney Bramlett, Billy Preston and Klaus Voormann. The stage is set up with a "War Is Over" poster as a backdrop. It was Lennon’s last UK live appearance. "Pure signal,no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- image Behold Hadoba Hill, a sentinel of the Sahyadri range near Junnar, Maharashtra, India, its origins trace back to the Satavahana period, around the 1st century BCE to the 3rd century CE. The hill rises sharply, swathed in verdant moss and lichen, a testament to relentless monsoons. A serpentine path, carved by ancient hands, ascends to a fortified summit, bearing silent witness to centuries of human endeavor. I stand in awe at how nature and human ambition converge, creating a monument of endurance. It is a powerful metaphor for the ephemeral yet lasting impact of civilizations on the face of the earth. "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- image Here's the 1930s Antarctic Snow Cruiser. A very large four-wheel vehicle designed and built in the late 1930s in America for Antarctic exploration to cope with extreme conditions, it was powered by a diesel-electric drive train comprising two 6-cyl 11.0litre Cummins diesel (2x150hp) engines and four electric motors (4x75hp). image The vehicle was a complete mobile habitat for a team of five explorers and was self-sufficient for up to one year. A long front and rear over-hangs assisted the vehicle to be able to traverse crevasses in the snow. Unfortunately, the vehicle did not perform as required, failing in its first attempt on snow with the large smooth tyres, unable to gain adequate traction and covered only a short distance before being abandoned in the early 1940s and remained as a stationary laboratory/station. image In 1946 and 1958 the vehicle was found covered by over 7 meters of snow and marked with a pole. Subsequent to this the vehicle's location was subject to some unsubstantiated speculation that it had sunk, been buried deeper or even that the Soviet Union had recovered it. "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- The Daily Stoic. Read aloud daily for you. 14 December 2025. 927,853 blocks in the blockchain. image $89,418 market price of bitcoin in USD. image 1,119 value of 1 USD measured in satoshis. "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
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🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- THE DOOMSDAY DJ: TUNES FOR THE POST APOCALYPSE image image On this day in 1976, the Sex Pistols single “Anarchy in the UK” debuted on the UK Singles Chart at #43 (December 11) “Rrrrright!…..now!…..ahahahahahaha!….” Without question “Anarchy in the UK” was a song that shook up the music world, and rocked the social fabric of a nation. Sex Pistols manager Malcolm McLaren called the song "a call to arms to the kids who believe that rock and roll was taken away from them. It's a statement of self rule, of ultimate independence." Originally issued in a plain black sleeve, the single was the only Sex Pistols recording released by EMI, and reached #38 on the UK Singles Chart before EMI dropped the group on 6 January 1977. “Anarchy in the U.K." is #56 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time and is included in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll. #sexpistols, #punk, #punkrock, #punkrockmusic, #anarchyintheuk, #johnnyrotten, #sidvicious, #paulcook, #stevejones, #glenmatlock, #nevermindthebollocks, #malcolmmclaren, #rockandrollhalloffame "Pure signal,no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️
🌊 SURF 'N TURF 🏝️ -THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE- image Bull Markets Don’t Build Wealth The price is flat. The news is quiet. Twitter’s back to memecoins and drama. And that’s when I double down. Because the best time to stack? Is when nothing’s happening. → No hype → No volatility → No fear of missing out image Just pure signal. Pure discipline. Pure asymmetric positioning, while everyone else is asleep. Here’s what most don’t get: Wealth isn’t built in the bull market. It’s built before the bull market. It’s built in: → The quiet weeks → The “boring” stretches → The months where everyone forgets why Bitcoin matters And that’s what gives stacking power. image It’s not about chasing the green candles. It’s about owning more exit when the system flips, and flips fast. Because the system will shift: → More inflation → More capital controls → More rules for “your safety” And when it does? People won’t ask “what’s the price?” They’ll ask “do I still have access?” That’s why I stack. Not because I’m bullish this week. Not because I saw a tweet. Not because the chart looks nice. image I stack because I’m not playing their game anymore. Because when it all breaks, I don’t want to react. I want to watch. So if you’re wondering when to buy? It’s not when it feels urgent. It’s when it feels forgettable. That’s where leverage is born. Stack boring, stack sats. Anarko image "Pure signal, no noise" Credits Goes to the respective Author ✍️/ Photographer📸 🐇 🕳️