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I want every book in the history of humankind digitized and available online to read right now. But Christopher Rowe isn’t sure that a universal library is possible or even a good thing. The opening of “The New Library of Babel?“:

“The utopian idea of the universal library, a repository of every text ever published, has persisted in the western mind for over two millennia. The Library of Alexandria, founded in the third century BCE, is generally regarded as the first and, practically speaking, last such endeavour, an attempt to house and catalogue all of the texts (which were at that time primarily in the form of papyrus scrolls) in the then known world. Tradition holds that the collection was decimated by a fire, though the true fate of the Library of Alexandria is debatable; its existence and the comprehensiveness of its archives, however, are attested to by numerous sources. Now, with the rise of digital media, virtual storage and the World Wide Web, many claim that the ancient dream of a universal library is approaching realisation, albeit in a new and very different form. The Google Books Library Project, the undertaking most often singled out as the modern equivalent of the Library of Alexandria, has reportedly compiled over 20 million scanned volumes, largely obtained from the collections of its 20 prominent partner libraries. Google’s stated objective at the inception of this project was no less than ‘to organize the world’s information and make it universally accessible and useful’ Other proponents of the project have been even more hyperbolic; Kevin Kelly declared in a New York Times article that this new universal library would eventually offer ‘the entire works of humankind, from the beginning of recorded history, in all languages, available to all people, all the time’, including in its scope digital versions of all paintings, films, recorded music, television programs, every piece of print media and every internet site ever to have existed.

The idea of electronically storing and delivering vast collections of texts is older than most would imagine. In 1960, Ted Nelson, the inventor of the term ‘hypertext’, began working on (but never completed) the Xanadu system, a proposed ‘docuverse’ which he later described as ‘a plan for a worldwide network, intended to serve hundreds of millions of users simultaneously from the corpus of the world’s stored writings, graphics and data’. Nelson in turn drew inspiration from a 1945 article by Vannevar Bush, one of the first to seriously consider the logistics and possibilities of such a system. However, I wish to draw the reader’s attention to an even earlier and more indirect theorisation of the universal digital library, one found in Jorge Luis Borges’s 1941 short story ‘The Library of Babel’. In this work, a nameless narrator describes the titular library as a seemingly endless vertical and horizontal series of hexagonal rooms housing 20 bookshelves apiece, the contents of which are described as follows: ‘each bookshelf holds 32 books identical in format; each book contains 410 pages; each page, 40 lines; each line, approximately 80 black letters.’ The contents of these books are revealed to be randomly generated combinations of a set of 25 characters: 22 letters representing all vowel and consonant sounds, the comma, the period and the space. This library, whose spatial dimensions would vastly exceed those of the observable universe, would by definition contain everything that has been, or possibly ever could be, expressed in writing; yet for every sentence, much less volume, of interpretable language there would exist galaxies of meaningless or indecipherable strings of characters. While the library Borges describes here (and in his essay ‘The Total Library,’ written two years prior to the story) does not resemble in content the universal library proposed by Google Books or other digitisation projects, there are certain commonalities between the two which are worth considering when attempting to conceptualise this more recent proposal.'”

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If you read this blog regularly, you know I’m pretty obsessed with utopias, those elusive things, perhaps because they’re beautiful and doomed. It takes so much energy, so much hubris, to act on those visions, yet people throughout history have and continue to. Maybe a place can be perfect, but people, alas, don’t have that option. The centre cannot hold.

The opening of “The Man Who Tried to Change the Soul of Paris,” Jacqueline Feldman’s Atlantic piece about French architect Michel Holley, who began attempting decades ago to impose his will onto Paris, his dreams ultimately realized and yet not realized at all:

‘At my age, unfortunately, one has no more dreams,’ says Michel Holley, the 87-year-old architect who once built Paris toward the sky. ‘One has turned toward the past.’

Forty years ago, Holley’s residential towers called Olympiades were the pièce de resistance of the city’s biggest renovation in over a century. Holley drew inspiration from Le Corbusier, who famously envisioned Paris as gridded, severe high-rises. Today, the towers sway between vitality and decay. Holley, who also worked on Montparnasse Tower and the Front de Seine, led controversial, sweeping projects to accommodate immigrants, baby boomers, and cars in 1960s Paris. ‘I dreamed a lot, in those days,’ he says. ‘Because these were inventions and creations in advance of their time, and I dreamed a lot, and I realized my dreams, realized my utopias.’

But Holley’s dream has faced criticism since construction. The ‘vertical zoning’ means parts of Olympiades are deserted at certain times. The mall closes at 9 p.m., and as restaurateurs lower metal over their storefronts, men gather in corners, emitting catcalls. Outside, wind whips between the towers. Evenings, the slab empties except for some men and dogs lingering at its edge, near the overgrown planters and vents that billow the smell of Chinese food.

‘I’m sure that there is a set of quite good restaurants on the slab, but you need to be quite courageous to get there after 8,’ says Didier Bernateau, director of development at SCET, the urban engineering firm that leads the network of public and private companies that develop land in France. ‘There’s a feeling of unsafeness, and the stairs, and the coolness of the wind.’

‘It is the worst failure in the history of Paris’ urban projects,’ says Ahmad Kaddour, an artist who teaches silk-screening classes at an Olympiades workshop. ‘Olympiades is the death of God.’

‘Today it exists, so we must make do,’ says Jérôme Coumet, mayor of the 13th.”

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Malcolm Gladwell lecturing at the University of Pennsylvania about how much proof we need before we decide something is dangerous. He draws analogies between the historical incidence of black-lung disease and contemporary threats.

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Because of immigration, that great and currently misunderstood thing, America should never become a graying population like homogeneous countries (e.g., Japan) nor a society dominated by religious conservatives who reproduce the most. So, I suppose I’m not too worried about a Newsweek report by Joel Kotkin and Harry Siegel whick looks at life in the U.S. in the first era when childlessness is not a stigma. An excerpt:

“The global causes of postfamilialism are diverse, and many, on their own, are socially favorable or at least benign. The rush of people worldwide into cities, for example, has ushered in prosperity for hundreds of millions, allowing families to be both smaller and more prosperous. Improvements in contraception and increased access to it have given women far greater control of their reproductive options, which has coincided with a decline in religion in most advanced countries. With women’s rights largely secured in the First World and their seats in the classroom, the statehouse, and the boardroom no longer tokens or novelties, children have ceased being an economic or cultural necessity for many or an eventual outcome of sex.

But those changes happened quickly enough—within a lifetime—that they’ve created rapidly graying national populations in developed, and even some developing, countries worldwide, as boomers hold on to life and on to the pension and health benefits promised by the state while relatively few new children arrive to balance their numbers and to pay for those promises.

Until recently that decrepitude has seemed oceans away, as America’s open spaces, sprawling suburbs, openness to immigrants, and relatively religious culture helped keep our population young and growing. But attitudes are changing here as well. A plurality of Americans—46 percent—told Pew in 2009 that the rising number of women without children “makes no difference one way or the other” for our society.

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"I purchased them from a gypsy cart in Niagara Falls on June 6 1996 they have brought me nothing but Strange dreams."

“Ever since I purchased them from a gypsy cart in Niagara Falls on June 6, 1996 they have brought me nothing but Strange dreams.”

Haunted Item – Pennies acquired June 6 1996 06/06/06 – $10

Please get these darn pennies out of my house. I hate them. Ever since I purchased them from a gypsy cart in Niagara Falls on June 6, 1996 they have brought me nothing but Strange dreams. They are not bad dreams , however I am weak of heart and cannot tolerate them. I try to get rid of them but they always return to me. I wish to ship them as far away from me as possible. Hence the free worldwide shipping. I am selling them individually as I was told they will always return to the original owner if brought together. Because of this I do apologize that I can only sell one per person. If you are buying for yourself and a friend (because you are either playing a joke or just plain evil) Then please send me both shipping addresses and I will ship them separately.

I must add that I was told by the gypsy that these particular pennies brought fortune to those who had the same birth year as the Penny. I was not fortunate enough to get a penny with my birth year so if you would like one with your birth year please message me and I will see if I have one. No extra charge of course. Thank you all and to those interested please make sure you are tolerate of strange dreams before purchase. I am not accepting returns on these, unless of course they really bother you.

At the Chronicle of Higher Education, Marlene Zuk’s article “Misguided Nostalgia for Our Paleo Past” pushes back at the idea that modern life is out of sync with human evolution, something I myself often suspect. An excerpt:

To think of ourselves as misfits in our own time and of our own making flatly contradicts what we now understand about the way evolution works—namely, that rate matters. That evolution can be fast, slow, or in-between, and understanding what makes the difference is far more enlightening, and exciting, than holding our flabby modern selves up against a vision—accurate or not—of our well-muscled and harmoniously adapted ancestors.

The paleofantasy is a fantasy in part because it supposes that we humans, or at least our protohuman forebears, were at some point perfectly adapted to our environments. We apply this erroneous idea of evolution’s producing the ideal mesh between organism and surroundings to other life forms, too, not just to people. We seem to have a vague idea that long long ago, when organisms were emerging from the primordial slime, they were rough-hewn approximations of their eventual shape, like toys hastily carved from wood, or an artist’s first rendition of a portrait, with holes where the eyes and mouth eventually will be.

Then, the thinking goes, the animals were subject to the forces of nature. Those in the desert got better at resisting the sun, while those in the cold evolved fur or blubber or the ability to use fire. Once those traits had appeared and spread in the population, we had not a kind of sketch, but a fully realized organism, a fait accompli, with all of the lovely details executed, the anatomical t’s crossed and i’s dotted.

But of course that isn’t true.”

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I’m not much of a conspiracy theorist. For the most part, a lone gunman is just that. But that doesn’t stop the fabulists. In the below video, James Earl Ray tells his story to Bill Boggs.

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I think I reviewed the original Freakonomics and enjoyed it a whole lot. Breaking down myths is something we need to be actively doing. I wonder though if Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner haven’t provided alternative answers to life’s questions that are likewise too tidy–that are also a bit of a narrative. Levitt just did an Ask Me Anything on Reddit. A few exchanges follow which reveal the economist’s feelings on gun control and other issues.

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Question:

My statistics class just recently finished reading your book, so thanks for doing an AMA! One of the things we were discussing about was if government’s current view on guns is a misconception on their part. Do you think the promotion of gun safety awareness or removing guns from stores will cause a drop in gun violence in the near future?

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My view, which basically has to be true, is that NOTHING that the government does to the flow of new guns can possibly affect gun violence much. There are already 300 million guns out there! They will be around for the next 50 years. The cat is out of the bag.

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Success in Australia in the 90’s when they banned assault weapons depended upon the buy-back of the newly banned guns. It was vital.

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There is no sillier public policy than gun buybacks. You hardly get any guns, and the ones you get are not the ones that would be used in a crime.

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After listening to your show on gun control. I was wondering if you guys are gun owners?

Answer:

Neither of us own guns.

I like guns. I would have one, probably, if my wife would let me. But she won’t.

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If you were King of the United States for a day, what changes would you put into place? What laws/policy changes are incredibly obvious to economists but contrary to public/political popular opinion?

Answer:

1) People have to pay a big chunk of their own health care.

2) We should have a flat tax or something like it.

3) We should allow/encourage talented immigrants to come to the US.

I think every economist believes in those three things.

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Who’d win in a fist fight, you, or Malcom Gladwell?

Answer:

That is a great question. I think I could actually take him.

I think Dubner and I together, would massacre him.

No mercy.

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From the July 10, 1900 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

Little Rock, Ark.–An entire family of nine persons died to-day near Calico Rock, Marion County, from eating poisonous toadstools, mistaking them for mushrooms. The victims are W.J. Fink, aged 40; Mrs. Mary Lee Fink, 30; John E. Fink, 18; Keakie Fink, 13; Sigel Fink, 11; Vell Fink, 9; Rose Lee Fink, 7; Melan Fink, 6; infant child.

The family ate a hearty dinner, which included the supposed mushrooms. All were taken violently ill and none recovered.”

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A former Nazi training camp outside Berlin is now a free-love eco-village. From Katherine Rowland’s Guernica report on the ongoing social experiment:

Anna and her partner Thomas are members of this community, based not far outside of Berlin, where I and some 300 other people have decided to vacation. I met Thomas moments after I had hauled my bag up the steep and curving driveway: a tall, pony-tailed figure, beating the dust of baking flour from his hands so that he could light a cigarette. Thomas had apparently informed his girlfriend of his intention to seduce me. Over breakfast, Anna looks at me, I think with resignation, and I realize I’ve entered a very fragile space.

This unassuming place carved out of the forest was, once a Stasi training camp, one where spies learned how to lay the ‘honey trap,’ and wrest secrets through sex. Today it is the Centre for Experimental Culture Design (Zentrum für Experimentelle Gesellschaftsgestaltung), or ZEGG for short—a radical community devoted to ‘consciousness in love.’

ZEGG began as an experiment in 1978, when the social sciences were more closely aligned with revolutionary acts. A German sociologist, Dieter Duhm, believed his discipline could resolve questions concerning no less than the essence of the human condition, and in the name of research, he set out on a tour of alternative communities in search of social harmony. His travels eventually took him to the settlement of the Austrian artist, Otto Muehl, where residents were engaged in wild experiments in sexuality, based on the notion that large-scale social change was contingent on liberating sex from the trappings of power. Viewing the family as the handmaiden to bourgeois culture, Muehl’s commune, at its height home to about 700 people, espoused free love, collective resources and the destruction of private property. Though the experiment was dismantled in 1990, owing to growing conflicts between the members and Muehl’s arrest on charges of ‘criminal acts against morality,’ Duhm saw in the project the seeds of promise. He shared the artist’s view that monogamy was repressive, and drew from it his enduring principle that there can be no peace on earth until there is first and foremost harmony among the sexes. And the central impediment to harmony? The inalienable desire to have sex with people other than your partner.”

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“People are by the pool, laying out, nude, and enjoying the sun”:

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Lorne Michaels and the original Saturday Night Live cast (the show was initially called Saturday Night because Howard Cosell was using the SNL name at ABC) interviewed by Tom Snyder in 1975 just before the program debuted.

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From John Horgan’s Scientific American blog post “Why Drones Should Make You Afraid. Very Afraid.“:

“According to a report in today’s New York Times, the Department of Homeland Security has also offered grants to help police departments purchase drones, which are ‘becoming a darling of law-enforcement authorities across the country.’

  • The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency is funding research on ‘micro-drones’ that resemble moths, hummingbirds and other small flying creatures and hence can ‘hide in plain sight,’ as one Air Force researcher told me. The Air Force is now testing micro-drones at facilities such as the ‘micro-aviary’ at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.
  • These micro-drones could be armed. The Air Force has produced an extraordinarily creepy animated video extolling possible applications of ‘Micro Air Vehicles,’ which a narrator extols as ‘unobtrusive, pervasive, lethal.’  The video shows winged drones swarming out of the belly of a plane and descending on a city, where the drones stalk and kill a suspect.

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I went to Catholic school as a child and was instantly turned off by the hypocrisy and patriarchal hierarchy and anti-science attitude and the scare tactics, but I probably gained something from the inculcation of ethics–the Golden Rule and such. But ethics and myths can be divorced, can’t they? The opening of “Godless Yet Good,” a new Aeon essay by Troy Jollimore about morality, religion and secularism:

“A couple of years ago, the idea of God came up, in an incidental way, in the Contemporary Moral Theory course I teach. I generally try not to reveal my particular beliefs and commitments too early in the semester, but since it was late in the course, I felt I could be open with the students about my lack of religious belief. I will never forget the horrified look on one student’s face. ‘But Professor Jollimore,’ he stammered, ‘how can you not believe in God? You teach ethics for a living!’

I shouldn’t have been surprised by this reaction. But I always am. We were 12 weeks into a class that discussed a great variety of recent moral theories, none of which made the slightest reference to any sort of divine power or authority, but this made no difference. After 20 years of living in the US (I was born in Canada), I still tend to forget how many people here assume, simply as a matter of common sense, that the very idea of ‘secular ethics’ is an abomination, a contradiction, or both.

I don’t want to suggest that this attitude is influential only in the US. It is simply more prominent here. In polls and studies, a majority of Americans don’t trust atheists and say they would not vote for a presidential candidate who did not believe in God. ‘Religion’ and ‘theology’ are still frequently cited in the American media as if they were the sole aspects of human existence responsible for matters of value. ‘We need science to tell us the way things are; we need religion to tell us the way things ought to be,’ as people around here like to say. I have spent my career studying the way things ‘ought to be,’ outside of the scaffolding of any faith or religious tradition. No wonder I find such sentiments rather frustrating.

More than that, I find them perplexing.”

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“He gravely announced himself as the ‘Spirit of Truth,’ being the Matthias mentioned in the Scriptures who had risen from the dead.”

I’ve just starting reading Gilbert Seldes’ The Stammering Century, another great title from the New York Review of Books imprint. First published in 1928, it’s the true story of the stranger-than-fiction twists and turns that religion took in 19th-century America, as it splintered into cults and manias, driven by charismatic mountebanks who passed themselves off as messiahs. (In that sense, it’s much like our age.) A section I’ve yet to reach focuses on New York-based Robert Matthews (a.k.a. Robert Matthias, Jesus Matthias, etc. ), a struggling carpenter who in the 1830s managed to convince a band of wealthy Baptist apostates to make him the head of their crazy, cult-like sect, “The Kingdom.” From “The Impostor Matthias” in the December 25, 1892 New York Times:

“The delusions of the period, thus far harmless, had assumed a progressive character that was destined to develop rapidly to a tragical conclusion. Among the leading spirits of the ‘Holy Club’ was a Mrs. Sarah Pierson, whose husband, Elijah Pierson, was a successful and highly respected merchant. She was a woman of wide culture and engaging manners, and the couple were among the most esteemed members of the Baptist society of that day. They resided on Bowery Hill, an agreeable suburb of New York, sixty years ago, somewhere in the vicinity of the present Madison Square. In this rural locality were situated, on a breezy, shaded eminence, a number of handsome houses, the summer residences of the well-to-do merchants of that period. 

In the year 1828 Mr. Pierson came to regard himself as being in constant direct communication with the Almighty, through the agency of the Holy Spirit, and his wife being equally impressed with his divine associations, the operations of the Christian world were too slow for their heated imaginations, and in 1829 they withdrew from their affiliation with the Baptist Church and organized an independent religious society, with a nucleus of twelve members, which they called ‘The Kingdom.’ Meetings were held daily and often twice a day in the Pierson residence on Bowery Hill, brief intervals only being allowed for sleep and light refreshment. The labors and vigils of the new faith, together with the protracted seasons of entire fasting, broke down the health of Mrs. Pierson, and in June, 1830, her husband having, while riding one day down Wall Street in an omnibus, received the Divine command in these words: ‘Thou art Elijah, the Tishbite. Gather unto me all the members of Israel at the foot of Mount Carmel,’ anointed her with oil from head to feet in the presence of the assembled elders of ‘the Kingdom.’ A few days later the unfortunate woman died.

“The delusion that his beloved wife was still to be raised from the dead possessed the unhappy husband’s mind for many months afterward.”

On the day of the funeral, about 200 persons being in attendance, Mr. Pierson endeavored to effect the miracle of her resurrection, attributing his failure to the lack of faith of the bystanders. The scene was harrowing in the extreme, and the delusion that his beloved wife was still to be raised from the dead possessed the unhappy husband’s mind for many months afterward. In 1831 Mr. Pierson removed to a spacious house in Third Street, where he held forth daily to the elect of ‘The Kingdom,’ which now numbered quite a large congregation of converts, some, indeed, being attracted from points outside the city. Among the latter were a Mr. Benjamin Folger and his wife, persons of wealth and standing, who had recently removed their residence from New-York to a handsome country place, near Sing Sing, or Mount Pleasant, as the place was then designated. Another conspicuous member of the strange association was a Mr. Sylvester H. Mills, a well-to-do Pearl Street merchant–a man whose naturally gloomy temperament had been intensified by the death of a beloved wife, a few months previous to the decease of Mrs. Pierson. These people, with many others of all social grades, gathered about Mr. Pierson, to listen to his denunciations of the churches, and his exhortations to place their faith in the Lord in order that, like the Apostles, they might be enabled to ‘heal the sick, cast out the devils, and raise the dead.’

While those extravagances were in progress and the inflamed imaginations of the fanatical leaders were worked up to a high pitch of expectancy, there appeared among them on May 5, 1832, a stranger, whose pretensions, while according with the tenor of their diseased minds, were so far in advance of their own most enthusiastic flights that he was at once accepted as their leader, and worshipped as a divine being. He gravely announced himself as the ‘Spirit of Truth,’ being the Matthias mentioned in the Scriptures who had risen from the dead and possessed the spirit of Jesus Christ. He further declared that he was God the Father, and claimed power to do all things, to forgive sins, and to communicate the Holy Ghost to such as believed in him.

A short account of the previous history of this singular character is necessary at this point, in order to explain how he came to fasten himself thus on ‘The Kingdom,’ with his monstrous claims of divine powers. His name was Robert Matthews, and he was born in Washington County, New York, about the year 1790. He followed the trade of carpentering, and in 1827 he lived in Albany, where he was known as a zealous member of the Dutch Reformed congregation, over which Dr. Ludlow presided. Happening to attend a service conducted by a young clergyman named Kirk, who was visiting Albany from New-York City, he returned home in a state of great excitement, and sat up all that night discussing the sermon he had heard. His enthusiasm was so great that his wife remarked during the night to her daughter: ‘If your father goes to hear that man preach any more he will become crazy.’ He did go to hear him a number of times, and the reader may gather from the sequel of this story whether the wife’s prediction was fulfilled.”

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MONKEY FOR SALE – $25 (Staten Island)

I’m moving so I need to get rid of this beast, but its so cute. His name is Peety. He opens beer bottles and can roll blunts. Very helpful around the house. Please call.

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In honor of Presidents’ Day, a Lincoln-centric Ad Council PSA that frightened children into staying in school back when education meant one thing in America. It’s hard to say what being educated means now, even more difficult to know what it will mean in the future.

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From “Levitated Mass Hysteria,” Victoria Dailey’s new Los Angeles Review of Books essay about unusual things which hold the public in thrall, particularly Michael Heizer’s “Levitated Mass” at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art:

 “Southern California, long used to fads, bubbles and exaggerations, was recently in the grip of an event that Mackay would certainly have added to his anthology of popular frenzies. Not only did it harken back to the past when the transportation of granite obelisks created awe, and when colossal rocks exerted powerful forces upon humankind, it also incorporated the modern mania for fame and celebrity, demonstrating the incurable tendency to prefer myth over fact. This event centered around a rock — a 340-ton, 21-foot high, 150 million-year-old boulder that traveled across four Southern California counties in order to be installed at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

What inspired the popular interest in this megalith was a project devised by Michael Heizer, an artist known for land art, and Michael Govan, the director of LACMA. In 1969 Heizer, who was in the midst of creating several massive earthwork projects in the Nevada desert, envisioned finding an ideal boulder, then installing it within an art framework. The project was delayed for over four decades, because it seems the right boulder could not be found until the artist discovered one in a rock quarry in Riverside, California in 2006. It had been blasted from a mountainside, and was too big for the quarry’s purposes, so someone contacted Heizer about it. As Govan, a friend and supporter of the artist, stated: ‘Mike was calling from the Ontario [California] airport and said: ‘I found this amazing rock.’ […] He referred to it as the Colossi of Memnon and compared it to the great pink granite Egyptian obelisks for the quality of the stone. He said it was one of the greatest rocks he’d ever seen.'”

 

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The boulder arrives, March 10, 2012:

Teaser for Doug Pray’s film about the megalith:

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Ah, paparazzi, those loathed, unsightly town criers, those quasimodos ringing the bells, those recyclers returning to us the dirty, empty bottles we continue attempting to drink from. They should be disappeared, shouldn’t they? But what would the publishing world and Hollywood and TV outlets do without them? What would we do without them? They’re just a symptom; we’re the disease.

Would they be looked upon differently if they had talent rather than just persistence? What was our celebrated Weegee, but a paparazzi of the dead and the dying? He also forced us to stare at our shame, because we just couldn’t look away.

A recently retired pap just did an Ask Me Anything on Reddit. A few exchanges follow.

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Question:

What is the biggest shot you missed because you had to go to the bathroom?

Answer:

HAHAHA, I really can’t think of any for peeing issues.Paps have piss bottles in their cars (usually empty Gatorade bottles that have a wide opening).I did miss the shot of Mackenzie Phillips getting arrested at LAX (no one got it) because I was shooting someone else at another terminal at the same time (that dude from one tree hill, can’t remember his name right now).

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Have you ever been assaulted by anyone you were taking pictures of?

Answer:

Yes, truly only once, though I was there for other assaults on colleagues/friends/enemies.It was Javier Bardem and he spat on my face and I swear I did nothing out of the ordinary (it was at LAX and I had a possible chance for a lawsuit but I didn’t press charges).Basically him and Penelope arrived to LAX (this is back 2009 I think) and I was the only photographer around, I used my 70-200mm lens which means I kept my distance (this is usually a sign of respect amongst paps/celeb communication, instead of the “fuck you im going right on your face with my flash camera”)

 I spoke Spanish to them (because I’m fluent) basically saying that they make a perfect couple and that I’m a huge fan (true as well). Everything was going fine and Penelope was smiling (Javier was looking down), Penelope went inside the limousine and Javier turned around and I thought he was going to shake my hand (many celebrities have before)….

…but instead he said “eres basura” and spat on my face, got on the limousine and closed the door. I saw Penelope in shock when he did this, I yelled back “HEY MAN! I’m just doing this gigging trying to pay for my student loans. (or something of that sort)”.

Their assistant (who I actually was friends with) apologized and said she couldn’t believe he did that. There was some video footage of it and several witnesses, but I let it go.

endnote, next couple times I saw him he was much nicer.

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Question:

How did you justify invading other people’s privacy and harassing them for profit?

Answer:

this is like asking a lawyer “how do you justify (basically) lying to get criminals out?” money dude.

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I’ve never thought of it like that, I kind of understand the analogy, but defense lawyers uphold citizens rights to an attorney. They are criminals if they are convicted of the crimes they’re charged with, not during the trial. They’re defending the rights of citizens, not “getting criminals out.” You aren’t helping others exercise their rights by disrespecting their privacy. But I do understand the money aspect of it, and I appreciate the honest answer.

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thanks. it was also tough for me morally graduating from college (conflict studies minor) and telling my friends “I’m gonna go be a paparazzi” while most were either unemployed, teaching for america or continuing their studies.

I never really wanted it to do it longer than a year, but the economy was shit (still is) and having any job was good for me. I’m really really happy I am not doing it anymore though.

well, the lawyer argument got extended in an interesting way.

would it help if i said lobbyists instead of lawyers?

the point is that shitty job exists and people do them because the money is good.•

“Will I cheat on him while in Germany? Honestly, yes.”

Advice please? (Madhattan)

Okay so my boyfriend and I are both coke heads. He is 20 years older than me. Jewish. I have German heritage and am going to Germany with a girlfriend of mine. She is paying for everything. So he says if I go were finished. Then he talks about the Holocaust..like all Germans are happy about that. Anyways now he threatened her to me and it wasn’t pretty. He is kinda crazy but so am I! Will I cheat on him while in Germany? Honestly, yes. I am definitely a free spirit. By the way my bf is married! He also shoots heroin and coke. I hate it when he does that because he turns into a paranoid mess! Great huh? What do you think of this? Oh he also has been pressuring me to have sex with him without a condom!! I’ll never do it believe me. 

Yesterday I mentioned the way the future of print media was imagined in Ernest Callenbach’s fun 1974 speculative novel, Ecotopia. The author also broached the idea of environmentally friendly product packaging, conjuring a type of high-tech plastic that could “expire” (or biodegrade) the way its perishable contents would. In that vein, designer Aaron Mickelson has invented the Disappearing Package. From Tim Maly at Wired:

“Designer Aaron Mickelson wants to solve the problem of excess packaging, by creating products that have no packaging at all.

Every year, Americans generate a lot of solid waste. In 2010, 250 million tons, according to the EPA. A full 30 percent of that (about 76 million tons) comes from packaging — it’s the biggest culprit.

As awareness grows about this problem, many companies and designers are looking for solutions to green their packaging by either making it more recyclable, or reducing the amount. Mickelson wants to take that initiative all the way to its furthest extent and eliminate packaging waste entirely. His Pratt University master’s thesis, called The Disappearing Package, is a proposal for how that might happen. ‘On a whim, I started thinking about applying the functions of packaging to the product itself,’ says Mickelson. ‘I was immediately struck by the green potential for an idea like this, if it could be applied across several product types.'”

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Old tools never completely die, as evidenced by an interesting piece by Martin Fackler in the New York Times, which meditates on the dogged place of the fax machine in otherwise high-tech Japanese culture. The opening:

“Japan is renowned for its robots and bullet trains, and has some of the world’s fastest broadband networks. But it also remains firmly wedded to a pre-Internet technology — the fax machine — that in most other developed nations has joined answering machines, eight-tracks and cassette tapes in the dustbin of outmoded technologies.

Last year alone, Japanese households bought 1.7 million of the old-style fax machines, which print documents on slick, glossy paper spooled in the back. In the United States, the device has become such an artifact that the Smithsonian is adding two machines to its collection, technology historians said.

‘The fax was such a success here that it has proven hard to replace,’ said Kenichi Shibata, a manager at NTT Communications, which led development of the technology in the 1970s. ‘It has grown unusually deep roots into Japanese society.'”

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You’ve probably already seen today’s Google Doodle which celebrates both Valentine’s Day and George Ferris’ 154th birthday. Below is a reprint of earlier posts about how Ferris’ wheel and St. Valentine’s day came to be.

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The first Ferris Wheel, at the Columbian Exposition, in Chicago in 1893. It was 264 feet high.

Guy de Maupassant is said to have lunched at the Eiffel Tower every day so that he could avoid looking at the edifice he so despised, and he wasn’t the only Parisian intellectual to hate on Gustave Eiffel’s “bridge to the sky.” French artists and thinkers railed against the tower even as it was in its planning stages as part of the Universal Exposition of 1889, claiming that it was a blight on the city.

But the Eiffel Tower was a huge hit during the fair, so much so that the planners of the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago felt that they needed to do something dramatic to compete with it. Daniel H. Burnham, Chief of Construction for the Columbian, searched futilely for an answer for a long time before George Ferris supplied him with one. An excerpt from Henry Petroski’s Remaking the World:

“Burnham found himself at a banquet addressing architects and engineers, he praised the former but excoriated the latter for not having met the expectations of the people. Nothing had been proposed that displayed the originality or novelty to rival the Eiffel Tower. He wanted something new in engineering science, but felt the engineers were giving him only towers.

Among the engineers at the banquet was the youngish George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr. He was born in Galesburg, Illinois, in 1859, and at the age of five moved with his family to western Nevada. There, while living on a ranch, he became fascinated with a large undershot water wheel, which raised buckets out of the Carson River to supply a trough for the horses. Ferris would later recall his fascination with the wheel’s action, but, according to some accounts, as a youngster he was not equally fascinated with formal education. … When Ferris would later be asked where the idea for his great wheel came from, he recalled that, a while after hearing Burnham’s challenge, he found himself at a Saturday afternoon dinner club made up mainly of world’s fair engineers.

According to Ferris, ‘I had been turning over every proposition I could think of. On four or five of these I had spent considerable time. What were they? Well, perhaps I’d better not say. Any way none of them were very satisfactory… It was at one of these dinners, down at a Chicago chop house, that I hit on the idea. I remember remarking that I would build a wheel, a monster. I got some paper and began sketching it out. I fixed the size, determined the construction, the number of cars we would run, the number of people it would hold, what we would charge, the plan of stopping six times in its first revolution and loading, and then making a complete turn–in short, before the dinner was over I had sketched out almost the entire detail, and my plan has never varied an item from that day. The wheel stands at the Plaissance at this moment as it stood before me then.”

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“That respectable old bachelor bishop was beaten with clubs and beheaded in the third century.”

An excerpt from a February 14, 1884 Brooklyn Daily Eagle article which explains how the sweet but heathen holiday of Valentine’s Day became associated with a Christian saint, and recalls the (thankfully) lost art of the insulting “comic valentine”:

“Like many other Ecclesiastical festivals which have assumed strange social transformations, St. Valentine’s Day is chiefly remarkable for having no personal connection with St. Valentine. That respectable old bachelor bishop was beaten with clubs and beheaded in the third century, and if he is conscious of his subsequent fame he must enjoy the reflection that no author as well as no saint ever achieved such a posthumous reputation for what he had nothing to do with. The feasts of Pan and Juno, held in February, upon which among other hilarious ceremonies the names of pretty Roman girls of the period were put in a box, and the Roman dudes and greenhorns and old bachelors drew them out, suggested to the ever appropriate instincts of the Christian clergy the holding of them on a saint’s day. Poor old Bishop Valentine was in partibus at the time and had been canonized as well as clubbed and decapitated also at the middle of February, and his commemoration would do very well for the heathen pastime, which would thus acquire a Christian aroma. That is the process by which, in modern times, he has become the patron saint of postmen.

“For the antiquated maid or corpulent bachelor, the valentine is scarcely a thing of beauty or joy.”

St. Valentine’s Day has become chiefly a joy to children, who await eagerly the postman’s coming with the welcome letters which are pictures as well. For the antiquated maid or corpulent bachelor, the valentine is scarcely a thing of beauty or joy. The meanness that would gratify its petty spite by anonymous insults through the mail on this literary deluge day would not deserve mention if this morning’s newspapers had not contained a curious and perhaps fatal caution against indulging one’s venom through the valentine. Two women in Philadelphia, who were next door neighbors, mutually accused each other of sending an insulting valentine. Each denied the charge, but neither accepted the denial. They fell upon each other tooth and nail, and, not content with bites and scratches, while one ran for a hatchet the other shot her with a pistol.”

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From the February 6, 1899 Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“Mrs. Anna Schannet, formerly of Altoona, Pa., called at Lee Avenue police court this morning for legal advice. According to her statement, she was hypnotized three months ago by Gustav Amend, a personal friend of her husband, and constrained to elope with him. Mrs. Schannet said that on leaving home she had taken with her a sum of $200 belonging to her husband and that it was her intention that she and Amend should go to Europe together. When they reached this borough, however, Amend refused to go any further. Mrs. Schannet was informed that nothing could be done to assist her.”

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David Brinkley, in all his wryness, extolling Disney’s planning acumen in 1972.

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Speaking of planes, here’s the comforting lede from a New York Times article by Jad Mouawad and Christopher Drew about how safe air travel has become:

“Flying on a commercial jetliner has never been safer.

It will be four years on Tuesday since the last fatal crash in the United States, a record unmatched since propeller planes gave way to the jet age more than half a century ago. Globally, last year was the safest since 1945, with 23 deadly accidents and 475 fatalities, according to the Aviation Safety Network, an accident researcher. That was less than half the 1,147 deaths, in 42 crashes, in 2000.

In the last five years, the death risk for passengers in the United States has been one in 45 million flights, according to Arnold Barnett, a professor of statistics at M.I.T. In other words, flying has become so reliable that a traveler could fly every day for an average of 123,000 years before being in a fatal crash, he said.

There are many reasons for this remarkable development.”

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