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The Spooky Beauty Of Nevada Ghost Towns

September 30, 2010 in Photography, Urban Studies | Permalink

lt’s probably difficult to take a bad picture of a ghost town, but these are some especially good ones from Wikimedia that were shot in a variety of abandoned communties in Nevada. Click on images for larger view.

Gold Point: Town was first established by ranchers and miners in the 1880s. (Image by Vivaverdi.)

Gold Point: Fifty of the town's buildings still stand, but this one only partially so. (Image by Vivaverdi.)

Gold Point: Mitchell's Mercantile and other places where people shopped. (Image by Vivaverdi.)

Lida: A one-time thriving mining town that maintained a small community until WWI. (Image by Sydney Poore and Russell Poore.)

Pioneer: Fire destroyed much of the business district in 1909. (Image by finetooth.)

Old Print Article: “Italian Nobleman Deported,” Brooklyn Daily Eagle (1901)

September 29, 2010 in Old Print Articles, Urban Studies | Permalink

Bellevue Hospital Ambulance, New York City, 1895.

If America rejected every idiot, insane person and pauper that wanted to come here, it would be a pretty boring country that turned away some of its best and most innovative thinkers. But that was the case in this story from the November 24, 1901 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, in which a colorful Italian nobleman apparently lost his mind and got booted from the country. An excerpt:

“Delli Edouardo Francio, a titled scion of a wealthy Neapolitan family was deported from this country yesterday on the steamship Fuerst Bismarck. Francio has been in the insane pavillion at Bellevue Hospital for the last three weeks and was adjudged insane by Doctors Fitch and Wildman. Being a non-resident of this country and having become a public charge, his case was brought to the notice of the Washington authorities. It was under an act of Congress passed March 4, 1891, designed to keep out of this country idiots, insane persons, paupers, people suffering from contagious diseases and others likely to become public charges within a year that Francio’s deportation took place.

Edouardo Francio is the real name of the man, the prefix Delli being an old Neapolitan title among the nobility of Italy. Francio is a handsome man of classic features and is an accomplished musician and baritone singer. He studied medicine in a college in Naples and after graduating neglected his profession and led a fast life. His father was very wealthy and a minister of customs in Naples. His uncle is in the Italian Chamber of Deputies and he has a brother, a colonel in the Italian Army.

Pan-American Exposition, Buffalo, New York, 1901.

About a year ago Francio came to this country with an opera company and toured the States and Canada. While in Canada he is said to have caused a divorce suit and to have gone to the Pan-American Exposition with the divorcee. There he became a bankrupt and got into considerable trouble and left for this city to seek employment. After various unsuccessful attempts he finally secured work in a concert hall in 184 Sullivan street.

This place was also a sort of reproduction of an Italian village restaurant and it attracted many of that set of New Yorkers who seek foreign customs. Several of these people became acquainted with Francio and advanced him money. In this place he sang Italian and French operatic arias at a small salary.

About two months ago Francio’s mind became affected and he thought that his friends were persecuting him. He became violent and on November 1 he was taken to Bellevue Hospital. While in that institution many stylishly dressed women called on him. One handsome woman who called in a carriage advanced the information to Dr. Young of the young man’s identity. Through this source the Bellevue authorities notified the immigration authorities, and they in turn notified the Washington officials, who ordered his deportation.”

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Recently Posted On NYC’s Craigslist

September 29, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

Try to not step on my head, geniuses. (Image by Ansgar Walk.)

RARE *** Polar Bear Rug – $5000 (Norwalk, CT)

Extremely Large Antique Polar Bear Rug with the Head and Claws attached.

Measures:

  • 9 Feet from Nose to Tail
  • 9 Feet between front Paws
  • 8 Feet between rear Paws

This rug is an antique more than 80 years old that we inherited this from an old family friend. The kids are afraid of it and it is just HUGE. Not sure what to do with it and it is currently folded and stored. Would look awesome in a ski chalet or in front of a fireplace!

It has a heavy quilted backing and it quite heavy. To our knowledge, it never had any foot traffic upon it and was more of a decorator piece. These rugs are now generally barred from import into the United States and due to its age, we believe this particular rug is grandfathered and offered legally for sale.

Being an older rug, it does have some minor issues that can be solved with minimal restoration by a professional taxidermist. The issues are that one claw has become partially detached as has a portion of the bear’s left ear … however, we have the parts and they can be easily reattached. Aside from these issues, the fur is thick, the teeth, mouth, nose and eyes are in great shape and in fact, it shows no real sign of it’s age. We expect this rug to be around for many years yet provided it is properly cared for.

This is an opportunity to purchase a Polar Bear Rug at a greatly reduced price. Due to its size and rarity, it would not be over priced if offered for $12,000 or more. We simply wish to move it on to someone that can appreciate this unique item and sell it quickly. We are asking $5,000. We are offering this for pickup only to be certain of compliance with the Federal Wildlife Act.

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    Miscellaneous Media: Brochure From The Rio Motel In Wildwood, New Jersey (2004)

    September 29, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

    The Rio Motel brochure has the usual shots of enticing fun in the sun.

    The Rio Motel in Wildwood, New Jersey, was an example of the aptly named Doo-Wop architecture that the South Jersey city is famous for, though it wasn’t nearly as neon-infused and garish as most. The Rio was built in 1958 across the street from the ocean and had rooftop miniature golf, a large pool and a sundeck during its heyday. It managed to straddle the line and draw both families and couples.

    Despite seemingly endless sands and a raucous boardwalk, the beach town had been in a slow decline for some years when urban planners in the ’90s suggested that the local businesses stress the honky-tonk quality of the architecture and Las Vegas signage and refurbish the 1950s-era space-age structures rather than demolishing them and modernizing. The strategy proved a success as the ocean resort town rebounded. But success had a cost: In the middle of the aughts, during the real estate boom, developers snapped up the cherished old historical properties (the Rio included), took a wrecking ball to them and built (or planned to build) condominiums on the land. A  disappointed Rio patron’s comment on Yahoo! Travel:

    “Haklar quadruplets will miss the Rio

    Rio, I was just told this past weekend that the Rio was torn down for Condos. I couldn’t believe it. We have not been down to Wildwood for the past few years due to family conflicts but that was the only hotel we had ever stayed in from the time we took our quadruplets to their very first ocean vacation when they were about 5 years old. I remember they didn’t even come close to seeing over the counter when we arrived to check in. By our last visit when they were 12 or 13 they could definitely be seen across the counter. It saddens me to know that we will not be able to visit the Rio as a family ever again. With the kids all going off to college next year those memories of the 6 of us in our ‘suite’ on the third floor will be all we have left of our earlier days with our children and our yearly beach visit. We do have pictures as well to keep those memories alive. Best of Luck to all of you. We hope this is a new adventure for you and your staff and that the future will be a good one. Kathy, Rich, James, Gregory, Jessica, David Haklar.”

    1960's Rio Motel postcard.

    Sad But True: Segway Owner Dies Using Segway

    September 28, 2010 in Excerpts, Science/Tech, Urban Studies | Permalink

    Kamen is a brilliant person, but his prediction that the Segway would be to the car what the car was to the horse and buggy didn't exactly pan out. (Image by Jared C. Benedict.)

    Segway inventor Dean Kamen is fine, but Jimi Heselden, the man who purchased the company less than a year ago, was killed last Sunday when he rode his two-wheeled, electric vehicle off a 30-foot cliff in the North of London. One assumes it was an error in judgement or mechanical failure. The Segway had epic-level hype and was a huge disappointment. An excerpt about Heselden from the Yahoo News story:

    “Heselden, a high school dropout who went on to make a fortune developing a blast wall system used to protect troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, never abandoned his gritty roots. He used his money to help people in the working-class area around Leeds where he grew up, earning folk hero status there.

    The 62-year-old Heselden had bought control of the Bedford, N.H.-based Segway in December.

    The company’s unique two-wheeler was introduced with much fanfare in 1999 by its American founder, Dean Kamen, as a means of transport that was more protective of the environment than other scooters and automobiles. The company claims the Segway is 11 times more efficient than the average American car. It can be used indoors because it has no emissions, making it popular with some police departments and private security firms, who use it to patrol indoor malls.

    But it has also been linked to some high-profile mishaps.”

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    Why Do People Review Books On Amazon?

    September 28, 2010 in Books, Excerpts, Urban Studies | Permalink

    "After earning her master's degree in library science, Klausner moved around the United States with her husband, a palm reader." (Image by Olaf Simons.)

    Reviewing books on Amazon is even more ridiculous than spending time writing a blog. I don’t mean putting in a good word for a friend who’s published a book. I’m talking about people who relentlessly post reviews and ratings for thousands of books (and other products). Nicholas Jackson has an interesting piece about these obsessives in an Atlantic story titled “What Motivates Amazon’s Hardcore Readers?” A couple of excerpts about the most prolific reviewer of all, a Bronx native:

    “Harriet Klausner is a speed reader. It’s a gift she was born with, according to her Amazon.com profile, where she also claims to go through two books a day. Even at that speed it would take more than 31 years to read the 22,824 novels Klausner had reviewed as of this writing. But why does she do it?

    After earning her master’s degree in library science, Klausner moved around the United States with her husband, a palm reader. This, according to a personal website she maintains with a complete archive of her reviews. (Klausner didn’t respond to an interview request.) ‘I also watched my book reviewing career begin to take shape,’ she writes, noting that, with each city she moved to, she always found work with a library or bookstore. ‘I take immense pleasure informing other readers about newcomers or unknown authors who have written superb novels.’

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    It’s even been suggested that Klausner doesn’t exist, or that the profile exists as a means of self promotion for publishers. But “Our Lady of the Infinite Reviews” has been profiled everywhere from Wired to Time, where Lev Grossman wrote that ‘online critics have a kind of just-plain-folks authenticity that the professionals just can’t match.'”

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    Featured Video: Synchronized Fake Slow Motion

    September 27, 2010 in Urban Studies, Videos | Permalink

    As soon as I posted an excerpt from New York magazine’s Nick Denton profile, Reddit pointed me back to the nymag.com site for this music video that has a group of Japanese men proceeding around Tokyo in synchronized fake slow motion. The performance is by singing group World Order, which is the brainchild of former martial artist Genki Sudo, who is also an actor, dancer and choreographer. If you know Japanese, visit his official website.

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    Recently Posted On NYC’s Craigslist

    September 27, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

    "If it means eating ribs off of their stomach, awesome." (Image by Marcelo Teson.)

    Comedy Actresses That Just Don’t Give A F*** (Midtown West)

    We are a major WebTV show looking for sketch comedy actresses (or any actresses or models really) who don’t mind going edgy in comedy. If a scene means laying in fake puke, they are down. If it means eating ribs off of their stomach, awesome. If it means getting naked, who cares? We need people who are as edgy as we are (or edgier) to make our craziest video sketches become a reality. E-mail with name, photo, contact info, experience and a subject line that says “I dont give a fuck.”

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      “Sumner Redstone Would Only Be Of Interest To Gawker Readers If He Were To Soil His Adult Diapers—On-Camera”

      September 27, 2010 in Excerpts, Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

      "That image of Murdoch dyeing his hair in the sink is indelible—though the coloring may not be."

      Michael Idov of New York magazine has a really insightful, colorful profile of acerbic Gawker Media kingpin Nick Denton. The British-born blog titan has been able to predict the next wave in NYC’s tumultuous media landscape as well as anyone over the last few years. An excerpt:

      “Eight years into Gawker Media’s existence, the standard line on Denton is still that he’s an outsider of sorts, a rude alien come to torment—and supplant—media civilization as we know it. If you’re Bill Keller, say, or Tina Brown—whose Daily Beast gets one-tenth of Gawker Media’s readership on a good month—it’s much easier to view Denton as an upstart thug from nowhere, as opposed to an equal who’s kicking your ass. That plays directly into Denton’s strategy: Thuggish is the reputation he wants. ‘If I am a cornerstone of the new Establishment, then there is no new Establishment worth talking about,’ he says. ‘The only interesting people are on the West Coast, ‘he adds, then launches into a series of classic shameless Gawker riffs on the old New York media titans. ‘People used to quake when Barry Diller picked up the phone. Now he’s laughable. That image of Murdoch dyeing his hair in the sink is indelible—though the coloring may not be. Sumner Redstone would only be of interest to Gawker readers if he were to soil his adult diapers—on-camera. But the hard truth is that the golden age of New York media is largely over.’”

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      “My Ideal Woman Is Serge Gainsbourg. Not That He Was A Woman.”

      September 27, 2010 in Excerpts, Film, Urban Studies | Permalink

      Serge Gainsbourg: "Ideal woman."

      The French anti-fashion designer Isabel Marant is all the rage this year, and while I’m in no position to judge her work, I do know a really cheeky quote machine when I hear one. I came across a recent article about her on the Huffington Post, which reprinted her comment about the legendary late French film star and singer Serge Gainsbourg, who was also a crazy drunk.

      Marant, whose mother was a model and father a businessman, has combined both her parents’ passions into a large and still-blooming career. She also says lots of contradictory, hypocritical and highly amusing things. (When I was collecting info about her, I also came across this announcement regarding her New York store that opened earlier this year; it was written by Leslie Price, a very bright former colleague who always seemed to know a million things about a million things.) Here’s an excerpt from an entertaining article about Marant in British fashion magazine Love:

      “‘I like the way that in 1985 you decided, inspired by a teenage crush on Malcolm McLaren, to start making clothes out of dishcloths, and I like the way that you say ‘but the dishcloths are really nice in France’ as if that makes a difference…I like that way you say, ‘Big breasts and lips. No! I hate those girls. I hate famous women. My ideal woman is Serge Gainsbourg. Not that he was a woman.'”

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      Old Print Article: “A House With A Hoodoo,” Brooklyn Daily Eagle (1890)

      September 26, 2010 in Old Print Articles, Urban Studies | Permalink

      Very spooky house. (Image by PollyC.)

      A “hoodoo” is a word which dates back to 1875. It means something that brings bad luck, and a Long Island house in the late nineteenth-century apparently had a whole lot of it. An article I found about this forerunner to Amityville originally appeared in the July 20, 1890 of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. It had the ominous subheading, “Its History is a Record of Eccentricity, Avarice, Disappointment and Death–A Grim Hempstead Dwelling.” There is also watermelon involved. An excerpt:

      “It is not often in these degenerate days that one runs across a genuine hoodoo or a Jonah, as the term is more popularly expressed. It is much less often that this peculiar characteristic is embodied in a house. Such a house seems to be standing, however, almost in the center of one of Long Island’s most thrifty villages–Hempstead. Of course the house hasn’t really had anything to do with it. But that is a fact which would require a great deal of argument to establish with any certainty among the residents of that respectable locality. One after the other of the occupants of the house have become the victims of accident, disease, insanity or of the suicidal mania. Avarice, eccentricity, sadness, disappointment have had full sway under the weather-beaten shingles. The shadow of the house seems never to have fallen upon anyone but to leave some of its blackness behind.

      This hoodoo house is on the south side of Front street, in Hempstead, within two blocks of the business portion of town. Strange as it may seem, the house was built on honor, stanch and substantial enough to last three centuries. Cannan Doolan was the builder, in 1844. Doolan and his wife Margaret lived in the house for a few years and then died within a few months of each other. This was the first unfriendly act on the part of the house.

      A son, Valentine, survived the pair, and took up his home in the house where his father and mother died. He was a stone mason as the father before him had been. Valentine had not lived here very long in solitary state before he became peculiar–‘queer’ as the townspeople said. He worked at his trade, but aside from that came to have little to do with humanity. Extreme avarice was his leading characteristic. He became the miser of Hempstead. While he would wear his clothes till there was not a thread of the original material left, he yet had a weakness which he gratified to the utmost. This was a taste for watermelons in winter. Watermelons were his hobby. Several other varieties of rare fruits he also had in abundance and a choice assortment of old wines. Doonan was a large man weighing about two hundred and twenty-five pounds.

      (Image by Johann Jaritz.)

      The house made its first real conquest early in 1884, when Valentine Doolan walked out of his back door one night, proceeded to the rear of his lot among the clump of trees, and there and then, with malice aforethought, stuck his face in a foot depth of water and drowned. The events which led to this rash deed were trivial in character, but were enough, as it appeared, to finally upset the unbalanced mind. Valentine had let a house to Levi Mottler, to be occupied by the latter on April 1. It turned out that the then occupants of the house concluded to stay. Yalentine asked Mottler to release him from the bargain, but Mottler would not do it unless Valentine would pay him $50. So Valentine, with much weeping and wailing and perturbation of spirit, went a few days before the 1st of April and paid the sum specified. Doolan returned to his home a mental wreck, all on account of the $50. He took sick abed with grief, escaped from his watchers at midnight and committed suicide.”

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      Miscellaneous Media: Christmas Postcard To Mrs. Frank Houston, Cincinnati, Ohio, 45243. (1985)

      September 25, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

      "Seasons Greetings From C.B. Miller, Jupiter, Florida, 33469. "

      (Postcard purchased for 25 cents at a Brooklyn flea market.)

      “Birdie dear,

      It is always so wonderful to hear from you. Margaret called early in November or late October and said the Stephens (Lidia and Sal) were coming over in late November or early December, and they would let us known and we could come down. Knowing Lidia, that may be five years from now or never.

      Am going to Duke in February for a repair job or corrective surgery. It seems one operation causes something else to go bad. I still feel fortunate.

      Had a wonderful trip to Jed’s. His home is so beautiful. Everything in it is ultra. He is building two office buildings and is buying land to build a third when these are completed. Kids today are really something!

      All my love & best wishes for 1986.–Kay.”

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    • Jim Otto 1965 Topps football card.
    • Miniature Aircraft Quarterly. (1998)
    • Howeird Stern 50 Ways to Rank Your Mother LP. (1982)
    • A Knight’s Hard Day. (1964)
    • The Lowbrow Reader remembers Ol’ Dirty Bastard. (2004)
    • LP record about the 1972 Oakland A’s.
    • Madison Square Garden professional wrestling program. (1981)
    • Spy magazine. (1989)
    • Artis Gilmore ABA basketball card. (1973-74)
    • San Francisco cable car ticket stub. (1990s)
    • Bronx high school newspaper. (1947)
    • Mad magazine. (1966)
    • Vancouver Blazers hockey guide. (1974-75)
    • John Hummer NBA card. (1973)
    • Carolina Cougars ABA Yearbook. (1970)
    • The Washington Senators MLB Yearbook. (1968)
    • Ugandan currency with Idi Amin’s picture. (1973)
    • Tom Van Arsdale basketball card. (1970)
    • “Okie from Muskogee” sheet music. (1969)
    • California Golden Seals hockey magazine. (1972)
    • Beatles Film Festival Magazine (1978)
    • ABA Pictorial (1968-69)
    • Tom Seaver’s Baseball Is My Life. (1973)
    • Hockey Digest (1973)
    • World’s Fair Guide (1964)
    • World’s Fair Guide (1939)
    • Buffalo Braves Yearbook (1972-73)
    • New York Nets Yearbook (1976-77)
    • “Tom Dooley” sheet music.

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      “People Assume They Have Low IQs, [That] They’re Fake Mafiosi, Wannabe Gangsters”

      September 24, 2010 in Excerpts, Science/Tech, Urban Studies | Permalink

      A New York City garbage cart in 1911. (Image by the Bain News Service.)

      I had no idea that the New York Department of Sanitation had an Anthropologist-in-Residence until I came across a smart interview that Alex Carp did with Robin Nagle in The Believer. Nagle, also an NYU professor, has championed the building of  a Museum of Sanitation in NYC and wants people to think about something they’d rather quickly toss away: trash.  And she also wants the public to respect the important role that sanitation workers play in our lives. An excerpt from the interview:

      “The Believer: It seems garbage collection might present this weird moment where, on one hand, you have all of these metaphors and figurative meanings that people react to when they think of garbage, but you also have this very real person, driving the truck and collecting the bins—you, when you’ve been out working with DSNY—just doing her job.

      Robin Nagle: Very much so. One of the categories of garbage has its own word in New York City, but it’s a category found everywhere that there is trash. There are things people will put out for discard: they’re done with it, they don’t want to see it again. Somebody else looks at that same object and says, ‘Whoa, wait a minute. That’s pretty nice. I want to keep that.’ Those two chairs you’re sitting in were on the curb to be thrown out. They’re pretty nice chairs. I’m happy to have them. In New York, that’s called mongo. It’s a noun and a verb: those are mongo. People who take things from the trash to keep are mongoing.

      Which, by the way, is illegal. You’re not supposed to do it, just for the record.

      Past treasures reach their end. (Image by Fruggo.)

      Then I’m also looking at—when I’m on the street wearing my uniform, for example, and when I’m working with people who have worn that uniform for a decade or two decades or longer… What do they put on with the uniform that they don’t necessarily choose to wear, but that the public puts on them? Because there is the stigma of being a sanitation worker and picking up garbage every day…People assume they have low IQs; people assume they’re fake mafiosi, wannabe gangsters; people assume they’re disrespectable. Unlike, say, a cop or a firefighter. And I do believe very strongly it’s the most important uniformed force on the street, because New York City couldn’t be what we are if sanitation wasn’t out there every day doing the job pretty well….

      And the health problems that sanitation’s solved by being out there are very, very real, and we get to forget about them. We don’t live with dysentery and yellow fever and scarlet fever and smallpox and cholera, those horrific diseases that came through in waves. People were out of their minds with terror when these things came through. And one of the ways that the problem was solved—there were several—but one of the most important was to clean the streets. Instances of communicable and preventable diseases dropped precipitously once the streets were cleaned. Childhood diseases that didn’t need to kill children, but did. New York had the highest infant mortality rates in the world for a long time in the middle of the nineteenth century. Those rates dropped. Life expectancy rose. When we cleaned the streets! It seems so simple, but it was never well done until the 1890s, when there was this very dramatic transformation.”

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      Featured Video: Drug Dealing Parrot Arrested

      September 24, 2010 in Urban Studies, Videos | Permalink

      “Run, run, or the cat will get you!” is what a parrot named Lorenzo was taught to squawk by his boss, who happens to be a Colombian drug lord. Police “arrested” the feathered lookout a couple days ago. A story about Lorenzo’s life of crime on The Week. (Thanks to Dangerous Minds.)

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      Jezebel On The Craigslist Adult Services Firestorm

      September 23, 2010 in Excerpts, Urban Studies | Permalink

      Craig Newmark bowed to political pressure and closed down his site's Adult Services section. (Image by Sierra Communications.)

      I know I’m a guy and not permitted by law to read Jezebel, but that site has the smartest and most honest take I’ve come across on the recent furor regarding Craigslist’s Adult Services section. The thought of people selling sex on Craigslist is as icky to me as it is anyone else. I think just buying a couch from the site would make me vomit. But here’s the question: Since it’s going to happen anyway, did law-enforcement officials who pressured the site into closing the section actually help or hurt the sex workers? Trying to maximize their safety and well-being should be the goal instead of empty moralizing, shouldn’t it? Jezebel wisely asked someone involved in the trade to write about the matter in “A Sex Worker On Life After Craigslist.” An excerpt:

      “Really, the women most affected by the shuttering of Adult Services are all the ‘non-pros’ — college students and young women freelancing in the sex trade for extra money. ‘It was the safest, easiest way for an independent woman to earn a little extra cash doing something she already enjoyed — without the risks or rigmarole that can go along with being a ‘pro,’ explained Vita, a 30-something, Ivy-leaguer who used CL between, and sometimes during, the low-paying ‘real jobs’ her MFA afforded her.

      Despite the fact that the Attorneys General claim the site was a source of ‘misery’ for ‘women and children victimized by these ads,’ I couldn’t find anyone who actually used CL’s Adult Services and agreed. The greatest threat to sex workers is when they don’t have the ability to screen or have a say in the clients they see. This is particularly true for those who work for agencies whose bottom line is money. As independents, while the money can be very important, when it comes to instincts, you put your safety first.”

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      The Strange Second Life Of David Markson

      September 23, 2010 in Books, Excerpts, Urban Studies | Permalink

      The late novelist David Markson gives a reading at the Strand bookstore in 2007. His personal library was sold to the Strand after his death. An Internet sensation ensued. (Image by Sleepyrobot.)

      David Markson, the stubbornly inventive novelist who wrote the brilliant and challenging book, Wittgenstein’s Mistress, sadly passed away in June of this year. Eulogies were written by friends and admirers, but as can happen in our contemporary media landscape where everyone is seemingly connected, Markson has quickly had an unusual posthumous second act.

      Markson’s personal library of 2,500 books was sold to the Strand bookstore in Manhattan, where they are being sold separately to individual customers. But one shopper noticed the name “David Markson” written inside the cover of a copy of Don DeLillo’s White Noise (also a great novel) and researched him. When she subsequently put his amusing notes from inside the book online, it mobilized an online community of book lovers who descended on the Strand to try to snare and share Markson’s other books and notes. Craig Fehrman of Boston.com provides the story:

      “A few weeks ago, Annecy Liddell was flipping through a used copy of Don DeLillo’s White Noise when she saw that the previous owner had written his name inside the cover: David Markson. Liddell bought the novel anyway and, when she got home, looked the name up on Wikipedia.

      Markson, she discovered, was an important novelist himself–an experimental writer with a cult following in the literary world. David Foster Wallace considered Markson’s Wittgenstein’s Mistress–a novel that had been rejected by 54 publishers–‘pretty much the high point of experimental fiction in this country.’ When it turned out that Markson had written notes throughout Liddell’s copy of White Noise, she posted a Facebook update about her find. ”i wanted to call him up and tell him his notes are funny, but then i realized he DIED A MONTH AGO. bummer.”

      The news of Liddell’s discovery quickly spread through Facebook and Twitter’s literary districts, and Markson’s fans realized that his personal library, about 2,500 books in all, had been sold off and was now anonymously scattered throughout The Strand, the vast Manhattan bookstore where Liddell had bought her book. And that’s when something remarkable happened: Markson’s fans began trying to reassemble his books. They used the Internet to coordinate trips to The Strand, to compile a list of their purchases, to swap scanned images of his notes, and to share tips. (The easiest way to spot a Markson book, they found, was to look for the high-quality hardcovers.) Markson’s fans told stories about watching strangers buy his books without understanding their origin, even after Strand clerks pointed out Markson’s signature. They also started asking questions, each one a variation on this: How could the books of one of this generation’s most interesting novelists end up on a bookstore’s dollar clearance carts?”


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      Excerpted: “A Remarkable Life Continues At Age 100,” Los Angeles Times (2010)

      September 23, 2010 in Excerpts, Science/Tech, Urban Studies, Videos | Permalink

      A September 12, 2010 article in the Los Angeles Times profiles the remarkable Richard J. Bing, a 100-year-old retired California physician and classical music composer who escaped Hitler and knew Lindbergh. An excerpt from the piece by Steve Lopez is followed by a short film about Bing that premiered at Sundance this year. (Thanks to Newmark’s Door.)

      “He said he’d retired at 93, as if that were normal. He said that he’d written hundreds of classical music compositions before medical school, that he slipped ‘out the back door’ to Switzerland when Hitler moved into power in Germany and that Charles Lindbergh had persuaded him to move to the U.S. in the 1930s to do heart-related research that might help Lindbergh’s ailing sister.

      I Googled Bing’s name and it was all true. I had a Renaissance man on the line, his breathing labored but his mind sharp.

      ‘You should take a look at my video on YouTube,’ Dr. Bing suggested, and so I did, enjoying a short documentary on an amazing life that included a stint as education director at Huntington Hospital (Bing is still technically on the faculty at Caltech).

      Twice last week, I went to Bing’s home, where he lives with a caretaker who comes running when Bing rings a call bell that plays the start of Beethoven’s Fifth. Bing, who made great contributions in heart research, has a failing heart, of all things, as well as skin cancer.

      Bing said he’s grown mellower and more tolerant with age, which makes you wonder how he handled utility companies at 70 and 90. He said he most values his extended family of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. By day, he sits in an easy chair surrounded by great books and photos of loved ones, and he powers up his computer to write for medical journals.

      ‘Life, it’s in you,’ said Bing as his cat, Louis, climbed on top of the piano to catch the warm light coming through from the garden. ‘It’s a composite of all your organ systems telling you you won’t die,’ even as hard evidence to the contrary gathers darkly.

      In one of the more poignant moments of the documentary, Bing says: ‘The time goes like a river with great speed, and all of a sudden you find yourself 100 years old. It seems to me that only a few years ago I was middle-aged, and only a few years ago was a child.'”

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      Featured Video: Dog Confused By Escalator

      September 22, 2010 in Urban Studies, Videos | Permalink

      Cats, with all their sophistication, can play the piano and shit, but dogs are stupid and wonderful and get confused by escalators. (Thanks to Reddit.)

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      Old Print Article: “Judge Massey Has An Interview With Pontius Pilate,” Brooklyn Daily Eagle (1885)

      September 22, 2010 in Old Print Articles, Urban Studies | Permalink

      "Now here is a patent labor saving toothpick." (Image by HuttyMcphoo.)

      It was in the June 18, 1885 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle that an article ran about a judge who was subjected to a man who was seemingly arrested for being eccentric, poor and a smartass. “Pontius Pilate,” as the man called himself, had fun with the judge for a while. An excerpt:

      “Considerable commotion was created in Judge Massey’s court room this morning by the entrance of Officer Morris and a prisoner who was struggling in a violent manner and attempting to bite his captor. He was put into a cool cell and in about an hour was ready for trial.

      ‘What was this man doing?’ asked the Judge.

      ‘He had collected a crowd around him on Butler street, and was acting in a manner which led me to believe that he was either intoxicated or insane,’ replied the officer. ‘He was standing on an ash barrel, which he had turned bottom up, and held an open umbrella above his head. He was bidding the people good bye, and said he was going straight up to heaven. He resisted when I arrested him, saying that he had an appointment with the Archangel Gabriel for 11:30 sharp, and that if I interfered with him I would hear of it later.’

      ‘What is your name?’ asked the Judge, addressing the prisoner.

      ‘Pontius Pilate,’ he calmly replied, as he picked cinder out of the lining of his hat.

      ‘Have you any home?’

      ‘Have the birds of the air any home?’ replied Pontius, sarcastically.

      ‘Do anything for a living?’

      ‘I am an inventor, Judge, but capitalists frown on men and refuse me help. Now here is a patent labor saving toothpick,’ continued the prisoner, presenting a three jointed piece of pipe about six inches long. ‘It would be a boon to humanity if I had a few dollars to introduce it. I am also the author of a theological work entitled The Spiritual Snuff Box to Make Souls Sneeze with Devotion, but the publishers won’t touch it.

      ‘I will turn you over to the Commisioners of Charities and you can read your manuscript to them,’ said the Judge, wearily, as he looked over the papers in the next case.”

      Judge Judy: I once found a hamburger guilty of treason. (Image by Susan Roberts.)

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      Recently Posted On NYC’s Craigslist

      September 22, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

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      The Divorce case I am about to tell you REALLY happened (Astoria)

      There was a guy I used to work with, he was and still is by the way, a dispatcher in a car service in NYC.

      He was married for 15 or so years to an Asian woman, a bit overweight with large breasts, from that marriage a son was produced, he is 15 years old today.

      The marriage was ok for the first 11 years, they did have their ups and downs but nowhere near what went on during the last 4 years of the marriage. The wife withheld sex from her husband for FOUR YEARS. She continuously turned him down, it got to the point where he she would come to bed in a sexy night gown and lay next to him, he would reach over to hold her, she would complain she’s “not in the mood” or “tired and doesn’t feel sexual” then she would turn over and lay on her side, he would masturbate to release pent-up sexual stress and frustration. Finally he asked for a divorce and even said they didn’t have to drag it through the court. All he wanted her to do was for her to pay for his son to go to private school and that’s it. He didn’t want her money. But she said “no”. So he went and filed for divorce anyway and hired a good divorce lawyer who found out to his amazement, that his wife had already filed for divorce a month ago. What game was his wife playing?? You will soon find out. . . . .

      Speed forward to divorce court, the irreconcilable differences and lack of sex came out and then there was the financial issues.. It came out in court that the wife who worked for a financial company made 120 thousand dollars a year, the husband made 41 thousand a year. The husband paid 90% of the bills in the home! He paid for the rent, utilities, clothing for his son, a car note and insurance and groceries. The only thing the wife paid for each MONTH was the cable bill as she liked to watch the lifetime channel, cooking and reality shows. Oh and the husband recently started paying for his son to go to private school as well. I am not sure how much that costs but I have heard it can cost 1200 and more a month.

      The wife got a 10 thousand dollar Christmas bonus last year while the husband didn’t get a bonus due to the state of the economy and the car service business slowing down.

      The Judge who was a woman by the way, was taken back as to how much the husband was paying for during the marriage as compared to the wife. Which led her to inquire about the whereabouts of the christmas bonus the wife got, where was the money? The wife didn’t have an answer she told her lawyer that there was only about 1 thousand left from it and couldn’t account for the rest as she gave money to her family and friends and lost track of who got how much money.

      Then there’s the issue of the wife as she had a 401k and a pension coming from her employer when she retires.

      The judge was furious. She awarded the husband, the following:

      1) The wife has to give half of the money she received from the Christmas Bonus.

      2) The wife was ordered by the court she has to pay alimony to the husband, how much I am not sure

      3) When the wife retires half of her 401k AND her pension check goes to her husband

      The judge also ordered if there’s any other money found hidden or stashed away by the wife that money will be subject to the divorce proceedings as the husband was straight forward with his financial status, all paperwork and tax returns were in order.

      The wife, as told to me by the husband, broke down and cried in the courtroom.

      Many of you reading this may think I made this up as some kind of imaginary story of the husband coming out better after a divorce. No, I did NOT make this up it is 100% true. I have told other women about what happened and here is the response I would see, they would look out into space, like staring, then say in a low voice, “I am never getting married. . . . .”

      With all the women going to college today and many are making more money than the men they come across and date from time to time this could happen to them all the man or husband would have to do is foot a large percentage of the daily bills. Most of the guys I know make between 25- 60k tops. They are from all nationalities, all backgrounds, but the women such as myself earn far more than they they do. It actually has me rethinking if marriage and having children is even worth it. It’s no wonder more and more women are remaining single.

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        Images Of The California Gold Rush (1849-1870)

        September 20, 2010 in Photography, Urban Studies | Permalink

        The California Gold Rush began in earnest in 1848 when James J. Marshall discovered the precious metal at Sutter’s Mill. Most of the hundreds of thousands of wealth seekers who flocked to the state made no real money, which was gobbled up by large gold concerns. Some ancillary wealth was to be had, of course, in setting up businesses to serve the scores of new arrivals. Here are a few archival images of the mad dash. Click on them for larger views.

        The steamship "Nicaragua" could take you from New York to California gold regions in 35 days. Also: The fine print promises there will be "200 Jack Asses!" aboard. That's a lot of jackasses.

        A '49er pans in the American River. (Image by L.C. McClure.)

        San Francisco Harbor in 1850. In just two years, the population had boomed from 1,000 to 25,000.

        San Francisco keeps growing as miners continue to arrive in 1851. Some shops: California Restaurant, Book and Job Printing and Drugs & Medicines.

        Workers use jets of water to excavate a mine in Dutch Flat, California.

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        Featured Video: “The First And Only Practical Robot From SynPet” (1989)

        September 20, 2010 in Misc., Science/Tech, Urban Studies, Videos | Permalink

        Robert Popper outdoes himself again with this commercial for a walking, talking robot named Newton who resembles a creepy, intrusive washing machine. These lonely, hapless families are thrilled to have Newton in their homes, but in due time he will turn on them and murder them all in their sleep.

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        September 20, 2010 in Misc., Urban Studies | Permalink

        "The worst part was the BLOOD." (Image by Idlir Fida.)

        CRAIGSLIST HORROR STORY – $100 (Midtown West)

        I just got up at five AM to clean a couch. I woke up in the middle of the night and eventually decided to just get up, because I could not stand the fact that the smell of urine, yes urine, was on that couch.

        I got this couch off craigslist. Buyer beware! It might seem awkward but it might be a good idea to take a sniff of the couch you are going to buy. Or don’t buy a couch secondhand at all. I went to ikea today for the first time and saw a comparable couch for just a little more.

        The urine was not even the worst part. The worst part was the BLOOD. Yes, blood. All over the cushion on the right part, and some on the left. I discovered this when I tried to remove the covers for washing. I was not able to get the covers off because the zipper is too close to the frame on the front right. The left cover I can’t get off either. I know they do come off because there is blood on the cushion, but the cover is white and with no blood on the inside. So the owner must have gotten them off for cleaning.

        When I emailed him about it, he said maybe the blood was from a mover’s hand. (What? And the moving was another headache I won’t even get into) I don’t know how he could possibly own this couch and not know that the entire cushion was covered in BLOOD. And to my question about how exactly to get the cover off, because it is stuck on the bottom right, he replied obtusely “the covers come off for cleaning.” I feel like I am talking to a robot that just spits the same answer at you and only has one line to say. I sent him a clear explanation of the situation- did not even blame him for not telling me about the blood- and he just gives this line back.

        I got this couch on Saturday morning and spent Saturday night cleaning it. I took a break (and let it dry) on Sunday but then woke up in the middle of the night and finally got up to clean the cover as it was, partially unzippered from the couch. I just put some dishwashing soap on a sponge and wiped it over. It absorbed into the microfiber and I dont even know how to rinse it out properly.

        I’ve spent several hours now cleaning this disgusting couch and needless to say it wasn’t worth it. I want to warn people on craigslist not to make my mistake. Don’t let anyone rush you through a purchase, and thoroughly examine the item before buying! Don’t be too polite to ask questions. If at all in doubt, don’t buy it. And if at all possible just buy a new couch. There were couches at ikea for $149 and $200. They may not be the exact or ideal couch you want, but at least they will not be biohazards!!

          Old Print Article: “Butler Flirted With Little Miss Brooklyn,” Brooklyn Daily Eagle (1897)

          September 19, 2010 in Old Print Articles, Urban Studies | Permalink

          "...to answer to the charge of sending an improper note in a bouquet of roses to Miss Edith Hall..." (Image by Jebulon.)

          Either there is more than meets the eye to this story in the July 6, 1897 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, or everyone in the area temporarily lost their minds. The story is about a young dandy who became enamored with a lovely burlesque performer and tried to make her acquaintance. Then everything went haywire. An excerpt:

          “Maurice Butler, a well-groomed and stylishly dressed youth 16 years of age was in the Grant street court this morning, accompanied by his father, Dr. William Butler of 507 Clinton avenue, to answer to the charge of sending an improper note in a bouquet of roses to Miss Edith Hall of 428 West Thirty-fifth street, New York, an actress at Bergen Beach, last night. The youth, when taken before Justice Steers to plead, said that he was guilty of the offense charged, but afterward, by advice of his father, withdrew the plea and the case was then adjourned until Thursday next. Dr. Butler signed the bail bond of $500. If young Butler desires to sow his wild oats and lead a gay life he is not likely to repeat his adventure of last night at the popular short resort. He said it was his first attempt to flirt with an actress and it would, he declared, be his last.

          Young Butler, who was at one time a student in the Polytechnic Institute, went to the Casino at Bergen Beach last night to see Little Miss Brooklyn, the burlesque show in which Miss Hall appears as Miss Brooklyn. He had visited the place several times before and had become infatuated with Miss Hall, who wears white tights and is graceful and pretty. The young man carried a large bouquet of Jack roses in which, appeared later, was hidden a note requesting her to meet him after the show. Butler watched the performance with much interest and did not fail to applaud loudly when Miss Hall appeared on stage. Before the third act came to a close Mr. Butler sent the flowers to Miss Hall and awaited results. In the note alleged to have been written by him was a request that if the actress would meet him as desired she would wear the flowers when she next appeared on stage.

          Not Edith Hall, but a fine representation of the old-timey burleque entertainer. (Image by trialsanderrors.)

          When Miss Hall received the roses and discovered the note and the message therein she was quite overcome, but was not long in making her way to Percy G. Williams, the manager of the beach. She showed him the bouquet and the message and asked how to proceed in order to locate the writer. Mr. Williams called his son and asked if he could point out the person who had sent the bouquet, and when he learned that he told Miss Hall to go on with her part and not to fail to wear the flowers, as requested by the sender. She did so.

          As soon as Miss Hall left the place she was approached by Mr. Butler, who raised his hat and greeted her pleasantly. The actress asked the youth if he had sent the bouquet and the note attached, and when he replied in the affirmative she invited him to walk toward the swimming pool. The couple had barely reached the swimming pool when Mr. Butler was torn from her side by a crowd of men, which he said this morning, he thought numbered fully one hundred, and was thrown into the pool. He was soused up and down for several minutes until Detective Betts of the Twenty-third Precinct appeared on the scene, and the crowd dispersed. He was assisted to the walk, his clothes soaked. Miss Hall promptly charged him with insulting her and he was treated to a ride to the Flatbush station house where he was locked up. That was at midnight.

          Miss Hall was in court this morning to press charges against Mr. Butler. ‘When I left the Casino last night, I did so expecting to horsewhip that boy, but I did not get a chance. I did not know the men expected to give the boy a bath, and my only object in meeting him was to give him a whipping.'”

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          Tornado In Park Slope, Brooklyn (09-16-2010)

          September 16, 2010 in Urban Studies | Permalink

          The worst of it lasted for only about five minutes, but a tornado ripped through my Park Slope neighborhood (and other parts of NYC) late this afternoon as the skies suddenly went black. I didn’t see EMTs attending to anyone, but there are already a number of serious injuries and one death reported. There was significant property damage as trees were uprooted and stores and cars had windows shattered. Sorry for the quality of the pictures I took with my cell phone, but it’s the only camera I had with me. If you’re in the area, please be careful while walking. Other trees and posts may be on the verge of falling.
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          Firefighters clear the area around Brooklyn Industries on 7th Avenue and 9th Street. Two huge windows were blown in.

          A large tree felled between 7th and 8th Avenues.

          Trees that were downed on 6th Avenue, between 9th and 12th Streets.

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