Transcendentalist and literary editor George Ripley founded Brook Farm in Massachusetts. It was no Utopia.

From “Utopia & Dystopia,” Paul La Farge’s excellent 2010 BookForum essay about the horrifying nature of Utopian settlements (both fictional and actual), from Sir Thomas More forward:

“The history of real-world utopias bears his observation out. One of America’s best-known utopian experiments was performed at Brook Farm, in Massachusetts, where members of the Transcendentalist intelligentsia, among them Nathaniel Hawthorne, tried their hands at a communal life inspired by the writings of Fourier. The Brook Farmers lacked the funds to live well and the skills to live cheaply; they went into debt and argued about doctrine, and when their half-built phalanstery burned down in the spring of 1846, the community went into a decline from which it did not recover. The most enduring monument to Brook Farm is Hawthorne’s novel The Blithedale Romance (1852), which, far from praising the experiment, describes a group of city folk going obstinately to seed, their minds numbed by work, their hearts ablaze with impractical and ultimately tragic romantic combinations.

The Brook Farmers’ misfortune was small compared with that of the Icarians. It’s hard to see how Cabet’s novel could have inspired anyone to serious activity; nevertheless, in 1848, sixty-nine French people, dressed in black velour uniforms, set sail from Le Havre for Texas, where they were to establish a colony. They settled on the Red River, where they caught yellow fever; by the time Cabet arrived with the second group of colonists, a year later, their society had fallen apart. The Icarians relocated to Nauvoo, Illinois, whence the Mormons had just been chased: Presumably the real estate came cheap. Fifteen hundred Icarians gathered in Nauvoo, but they accomplished little, aside from printing a tract in which Cabet described how nice a society he could make if someone were to give him half a million dollars. The group split; Cabet and his loyalists departed for Saint Louis, where Cabet died a few days later. The remainder of the group bought land in Iowa, which so depleted their resources that they lived for years in mud houses and walked around in wooden shoes. Their splendor was all in their ‘somewhat elaborate’ constitution, drafted by Cabet, ‘which lays down with great care the equality and brotherhood of mankind, and the duty of holding all things in common; abolishes servitude and service (or servants); commands marriage, under penalties; provides for education; and requires that the majority shall rule.’

Eventually the Icarians built a schoolhouse and a dining hall, but their society failed to enchant the outside world. Of the sixty-five members who moved to Iowa in 1856, thirty were gone by 1860; the last Icarians disbanded in 1898. Most utopian societies met similar ends: The Harmonists of Pennsylvania lost their money in a lawsuit; the Separatists of Zoar dwindled to nothing. The Oneida Perfectionists, notorious in their day for practicing institutionalized polyamory, fell into scandal and squabbling, then reformed themselves into a silverware company that left its members to form their own matched sets.” (Thanks Essayist.)

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"She is always armed with shooting irons, and when a child she was the crack shot of the mining camp."

The mail carrier was a vital cog in American communications for most of our nation’s history. The September 13, 1900 Brooklyn Daily Eagle profiled a unique member of the profession, Sarah M. Burks, the only female mail carrier in the West at the time. Sarah had a particularly treacherous route: She was armed when she traveled and the area streams were poisoned. An excerpt:

“Miss Sarah M. Burks is probably the only woman mail carrier in the West, says the Kansas City Journal and her route is one of the most desolate conceivable. From St. Johns to Jimtown, A.T., she travels twice a week, covering a distance of 208 miles, as the towns are 52 miles apart. The interesting country is practically a wilderness, the settlers being few and far between.

It would be difficult to imagine a more uninviting region than that traversed by Miss Burks. What tiny streams there are poisoned by alkali. Navajo Indians and occasionally an Apache are somewhat plentiful, but white men seldom go there, and then only to get the gold, silver and copper. Nothing in the way of vegetation can grow there. It is simply a region of rich minerals deposited in titanic volcanic action ages ago.

Along the western border of this desolate, uncanny wilderness Miss Burks rides twice a week. Generally she is alone, and if she has a companion he is likely to be a miner, a commercial traveler, or mayhap a lawyer, who has rented a horse from Miss Burks’ father, and she is to collect payment and to see to the care of the horse. She is always armed with shooting irons, and when a child she was the crack shot of the mining camp at Hurqua Hala.

Her hat is a wide straw. She wears short skirts of blue serge, a corduroy or canvas jacket, leather leggings and heavy shoes.”

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It’s seven feet tall, 300 pounds, roams North Carolina and is utterly ridiculous.


An April 4, 1898 letter from a reader to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

“To the Editor of the Brooklyn Eagle:

Some time ago I wrote to the Eagle asking what could be done in regard to the scissor grinder who insists upon blowing a trumpet each and every day in front of my home. It startles me most awfully. As to my baby I fear it may be the means of throwing her into convulsions.

K.D. McNeill”

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Orson Welles believed in the product. (Thanks Documentarian.)

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"Can someone help me win."

who can donate some yugioh cards (Chinatown / Lit Italy)

i need some yugioh cards to beat my cosin at his own game only thing is i dont have any cards can someone help me win

 

Science fiction foretells the future with surprising frequency even if it doesn’t always hit the target it was actually aiming for. As predicted in Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury’s dystopian 1950s story that François Truffaut adapted, books, with their printed pages of words and colorful covers, are indeed under siege. Their enemies aren’t the flames of totalitarianism, however, but technology, which is disappearing them into a succession of 0s and 1s. The paradox is, of course, that even as what we’ve long considered a book becomes more scarce, their essence is more available to more people on Earth than ever before.

Guy Montag (Oskar Werner) is a fireman, but he doesn’t extinguish blazes. In a future full of fireproof structures, his job is to locate and burn books, which have been deemed illegal, a bane of humanity, with their conflicting, critical and complicated ideas. Those who secretly possess them have their homes raided, their volumes burned to ash and they themselves are arrested. Montag isn’t doctrinaire about his work—it’s just a job and one that he tries to do well so that he can get promoted. But he’s forced to consider what he’s doing after a seemingly chance encounter with a stranger on a train (Julie Christie), who wonders if he ever gets curious about the ABC’s of his job: Austen, Beckett, Cervantes. Montag initially scoffs at the notion, but soon he’s peeking between covers and stashing books beneath furniture. He just can’t leave well enough alone like his wide-eyed wife (also Christie), who merrily doses herself with happy pills and stares placidly at insipid interactive television shows on the wall-screen.

Bradbury wrote the first version of the story in 1951, during the height of HUAC, and he was certainly critiquing the censorship of the day which tacitly attended that witch hunt. But his plot lines about the instant haze of pharmacological products and empowering, moronic amusements are right on target in our time. The idiotic entertainment flash on tiny screens in our pockets now, but so too do the books. How we balance those options will not be a tyrant’s choice but our own.•


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Milkmen, street sweepers, grinders, etc. (Thanks Live Leak.)

Marriage: In law, a civil contract establishing the status of a man and a woman united in lawful wedlock; the relation of husband and wife. In its ethical sense, it is, in all Christian countries, a mutual compact, based on regard and affection, to live together as husband and wife, until death. Its purpose is to perpetuate the family and the race, to preserve moral and social purity, and to properly rear the young. The marriageable age is especially regulated by statute in the various States; under the common law it is 14 years in the male, and 12 in the female.

Mixed Races: The subject of mixed races is intimately connected with the study of both ethnology and atavism. It involves a consideration of the phenomena attendant upon the sexual union of individuals belonging to different varieties of the human race. Two phases of mixing of races are particularly interesting to North Americans, the result of the mixing of white and negro blood, and the amalgamation of various white races, belonging to every strata of society, from the descendants of generations of oppressed peasants, to scions of high nobility in what has been termed the “American Melting Pot.” The mingling of European nations seems to produce a strong and thoughtful race, combining the finest elements of those who are, from the struggle to emigrate, the best physical specimens of their people, and now the United States is increasing the difficulty of admission, thus aiding the natural principle of selection. The result of amalgamation among more distant races, as exemplified in the population of Central and Southern America and the Eurasians of India, have not commended themselves to the American mind, and there is a strong opposition to the admission of Chinese and Japanese, the finest of non-Caucasian races.

Morgue: Originally a prison court for the identification of prisoners in France, then applied to a building on the Seine behind the cathedral of Notre Dame, Paris, where the bodies of the drowned and other unknown dead are exposed for identification and police inspection. This practice is now usual in all large cities. The period of exposure is usually 72 hours, and the unidentified bodies are then buried by the city or given to anatomists. To avoid morbid curiosity, only adults with an interest in identification are admitted, and a careful record is preserved of physical appearance and peculiarities.

Moving Pictures: About 1903 the stock of films in existence had gradually become sufficiently numerous to enable the establishment of small theaters with frequent changes of views. They became very popular and by 1905 had driven the traveling exhibitors of moving pictures practically out of business. There are now upwards of 10,000 such theaters in the United States alone, and they are proportionately numerous all over the civilized world. Receipts of such theaters range from $200 to $5,000 weekly according to size and location. Over fifty reels (lengths of 1,000 feet) are now produced weekly so that one person could spend two or three hours daily and never see a repeated picture. The business of the ordinary theater has been seriously affected, and the lower class of melodramas has been entirely eliminated. Moving pictures are of course liable to great abuse, as vulgar and vicious films have sensational interest, but the manufacturers have voluntarily submitted their products to a respectable censorship, and they have become the best, cheapest and most instructive amusement. In its far-reaching effects, the invention of moving pictures is one of the greatest in the history of science.

Murder: The crime of killing a human being with malice aforethought; an idiot is irresponsible; an infant under fourteen goes to the reformatory. Killing in hot-blooded quarrel without premeditation is manslaughter, punishable with imprisonment, not death; and killing in self-defense, or when a house is broken into at night is justifiable. But if a man shoots at one and kills another, or kills, even in self-defense, when caught in burglary, it is murder. Intoxication is not an excuse, nor provocation, when it does not give absolute necessity of self-defense. Most American states punish murder by death, but a mawkishness of juries, and the technicalities of evidence and specialist arguments for insanity of criminals often defeat justice. European practice is stricter.

•Taken from the 1912 Standard Illustrated Book of Facts.

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A famous 1899 photo of Harry Houdini, from the McManus-Young Collection.

Today is Harry Houdini’s birthday and the following excerpt from his obituary in the November 1, 1926 New York Times reveals how the man who eventually made an elephant “disappear” initially got his start in show business:

“Houdini was born on March 24, 1874. His name originally was Eric Weiss and he was the son of a rabbi. He did not take the name Harry Houdini until he had been a performer for many years. Legend has it that he opened his first lock when he wanted a piece of pie in the kitchen closet. It is certain that when scarcely more than a baby he showed skill as an acrobat and contortionist, and both these talents helped his start in the show business and his later development as an ‘escape king.’

At the age of 9 Houdini joined a traveling circus, touring Wisconsin as a contortionist and trapeze performer. The Davenport brothers were then famous, doing the first spiritualist work ever seen in this country. They would ring bells while bound inside a cabinet and would agree to free themselves from any bonds. This inspired Houdini to a somewhat similar performance. Standing in the middle of the ring, he would invite any one to tie him with ropes and would then free himself inside the cabinet.

In the ring at Coffeyville, Kan., a Sheriff tied him and then produced a pair of handcuffs with the taunt:

‘If I put these on you, you’ll never get loose.’

Houdini, still only a boy, told him to go ahead. After a much longer stay in the cabinet than usual, the performer emerged, carrying the handcuffs in his free hands. That was the beginning of his long series of escapes from every known sort of manacle. For years he called himself the Handcuff King, a title discarded as he extended and elevated the range of his performances.

From 1885 to 1900 he played all over the United States, in museums, music halls, circuses, and medicine shows, gradually improving his technique and giving up his purely contortionistic and acrobatic feats. In 1900 he made his first visit abroad, and in London his sensational escapes from handcuffs at Scotland Yard won him a six months engagement at the Alhambra. This was the first instance of his cleverly obtaining notoriety by a public or semi-public exhibition outside the theatre. No other showman, unless it was Barnum, knew better how to arouse the curiosity and amazement of the public in this manner.

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“Well, the reception that was accorded you makes me feel that your face is reasonably familiar to the public.”

Four years before this TV appearance, Elizabeth Taylor, who was essentially raised as a ward of MGM, graduated with the senior class at Hollywood’s University High School: From a 1950 Life magazine: “Between movie scenes for the last eight years Elizabeth Taylor has adjourned to the schoolroom on the M-G-M lot to keep up with her schoolwork. Last week, after a final year of studying (civics, English literature, ceramics and Senior problems), Elizabeth joined the senior class of Hollywood’s University High School to get her diploma. The 17-year-old actress (18, Feb. 27) finished with a B-plus average and her teacher rated her ‘a good student, very good in art, with a flair for writing.'”

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For better and worse, Joe Meek‘s biography sounds a lot like Phil Spector’s. Tone deaf but deeply ambitious, Meek was the maverick, experimental British record producer of the 1960s who used unique sounds to turn out a slew of successful singles, including the first Brit hit to reach number one on the U.S. charts (“Telstar,” by the Tornados). But he was more unhinged than unorthodox and when his career nosedived, depression and poverty were followed by violence. In 1967, Meek used a shotgun to take his landlady’s life and his own. The Documentarian posted the first part of a film called “The Strange Story of Joe Meek.” Watch parts 2-6 here.

An excerpt about Meek from Stoned: A Memoir of London in the 1960s: “Joe Meek was even crazier than Phil Spector. He would use a Ouija board to get in touch with Buddy Holly to find out whether the record was gonna be a hit. He felt the whole of the music industry was against him, that they were out to pinch his ideas–I think because when he used the sound of lightning to start up a record, EMI sent the record to their labs to try and analyse it. There was an evil about Joe. He was known to crawl around graveyards taping cats hissing, he was into the occult. He was a split personality. He believed he was possessed, but had another side that was very polite with a good sense of humor. He was very complicated; when he was young his mother used to dress him in girls’ clothes.”

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"Here's to hoping you get sideswiped by a cabbie." (image by Omnibus, Uris.)

Thief – thanks for stealing my bike, jerk (Midtown)

Hey, thief who stole my nice Bianchi from 55th between 7th and 8th, thanks so much for making my life miserable. I know you stole many bikes from that rack, but that was my main mode of transportation. Now I’m screwed because I can’t afford a new one.

Here’s to hoping you get sideswiped by a cabbie. Or, that someone sees you riding my Blue Bianchi with blue wheels around town and takes it back. I’d offer a reward, but I’m broke.

Jerk.

Very sincerely your enemy now,

Fletch

 

Yoshiyuki Sankai at Tsukuba University has created exoskeletons that increase the limb strength by ten times. Older folks barely able to walk become ambulatory again. (Thanks Singularity Hub.)

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(Image by Lenore Edman.)

Liberal: A political term meaning, where used, those who take advanced views, and welcome changes that promise betterment in public affairs, in contradistinction to the Conservative who usually favors letting well enough alone.

Lincoln, Abraham: The great president of the United States during the Civil War. He was the son of Thomas and Nancy Hanks Lincoln, born in Hardin County, Kentucky, of English-Quaker stock, and passed his youth amid the then rough frontier environment of the middle west, where anti-slavery sentiment prevailed. His early education was self-acquired, mostly by voracious reading; and his first business training was secured while serving as a clerk in a general store, where, by fair dealing, he earned the nickname of “Honest Abe.” In 1846 he was elected to Congress and in 1860 was nominated for the Presidency. In 1861 Lincoln was elected after a spirited campaign. He came to office at a time when the country was torn with the anti-slavery agitation, when the Civil War, long impending, was breaking out, and throughout the four year struggle he stood, often alone, firmly contending for the abolition of slavery and the preservation of the Union, strong in the faith that ultimately the nation would emerge from the period of stress and strain, greater and more prosperous than ever. He brought the country successfully out if its travail, and by the weight of the burden, “Honest Abe,” became the “Man of Sorrows.” For the service to the nation he paid with his life; he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth, an actor, while witnessing a play in the box at Ford’s Theatre, Washington D.C., on the night of April 14, 1865, one month after his second inauguration. In personal appearance, Lincoln was very tall with legs out of all proportion to his body. He stood 6 feet, 4 inches in height and weighed about 180 lbs. When he sat, he usually crossed his legs or rested them on the arm of his chair; standing, he stooped slightly, and had the general appearance of a consumptive. His facial expression stamped him a man of long cherished sorrow, yet his sense of humor was exceptionally keen and he possessed a never-failing fund of witty stories. As an orator he is conceded one of the greatest America ever produced.

Literature, American: It may be well to admit at the outset that America has never produced a world writer. The nearest approach to it, in poetry in Longfellow and, in prose, Emerson.

Lottery: A game of hazard in which prizes are drawn by lot. Lotteries are said to have been first employed by the Genoese government for the purpose of increasing its revenue. The first lottery in England seems to have been in the year of 1569 and the profits went to the repair of rivers and harbors. They were long tolerated both in England and the United States, though from 1830 onward until they were abolished there was an ever-growing sentiment against them. The most notorious ever was the Louisiana lottery at New Orleans. It went out of existence in 1890.

Love-apple: An old name for the tomato.

•Taken from the 1912 Standard Illustrated Book of Facts.

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Really fun 30-minute 1976 AT&T documentary about the profound changes in humankind’s capacity to communicate, beginning in the 1800s with the development of the telephone, and followed by the advent of radio, television, transistors, computers, etc. Features interviews with Orson Welles, Thomas Edison’s former assistant and the granddaughters of Alexander Graham Bell and Guglielmo Marconi, among others. There’s also a brief profile of Elden and Barbara Hathaway, who owned a mom-and-pop phone company in Maine, which was located in their home and was the last hand-crank magneto company to go dial (in 1983). Concerned with history, the film nonetheless has some of the sci-fi futuristic sheen befitting its 1976 release date.

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"The instance is rare where a man voluntarily selects a penal institution for his home and refuses to leave it, even when threatened with physical ejection."

If you were looking for someone to help you plan a prison break at the Raymond Street Jail in Brooklyn during the latter part of the nineteenth century, James Davis was definitely not your man. Even though he never committed a crime, Davis checked into the jail one day as if it were a hotel and never checked out–even when ordered to. Because he was a useful guy and caused no grief, a succession of sheriffs allowed the unusual living arrangement to continue. The October 25 1896 Brooklyn Daily Eagle profiled the curious “convict.” An excerpt:

“Raymond Street Jail has been prolific in characters, most of them bad. Some of them almost beyond redemption. They have nearly all of them pined for freedom, but all of them have been compelled to wait till the law had been satisfied. There have been a few cases in prisons and penitentiaries to the state where long term convicts have been disinclined to leave the bars after having been pardoned, or at the expiration of their sentences. The instance is rare where a man voluntarily selects a penal institution for his home and refuses to leave it, even when threatened with physical ejection. Such a man, however, may be found in the institution over which Sheriff Buttling presides. His name is James Davis. The denizens of the place refer to him and have for many years as Jimmie. Sometimes they call him Jimmie the Paup. Paup with them is a contraction for pauper. They have named him as they have named others with sobriquets that are more laughable to their cult than they are elegant, accurate or appropriate.

The actual Raymond Street Jail. It closed in 1963.

Davis has been a voluntary prisoner in the Raymond Street Jail for twenty-one years. He is an undersized individual of perhaps 55, and wears a little black mustache. His strong characteristic is his silence on all topics, except for prize fighting. On the latter three-fourths of his conversation is devoted to eulogy of Peter Maher, whom he thinks the greatest disciple of fisticuffs the world has ever seen. Comparatively little is known of the early life of Davis, and in fact, comparatively little effort has been taken by the individual himself to communicate any knowledge to those among whom he lives. He is wary of all strangers, and runs away generally when they move forward to investigate him. His value to every sheriff for the past twenty years in this county has been great. Sheriff Buttling, in speaking of him, to an Eagle reporter, said:

‘I can say many good things about our voluntary prisoner. He proves a very valuable man at times. He seems to have the ability to make the inmates do the work assigned to them, and is quick to report any violation of the jail discipline. Why he remains at the jail when he might be doing better for himself is something I do not understand.’

"He is wary of all strangers, and runs away generally when they move forward to investigate him."

The books of the jail do not show that Davis has been guilty of any offense. He just strolled in many years ago and was allowed to occupy a cell in consideration of doing chores around the place. He spoke to few, went his own way and was in no way objectionable to any officials. From one cell, Davis gradually became the tenant of two. In one cell, Davis has a rather extensive collection of portraits of prize fighters. They are all cheap prints, many of them cut from advertisements, of gaudy colors and poor execution. Davis’ cell is always clean.

When Warden Shanley assumed charge of the jail Davis’ case puzzled him a good deal. He didn’t care to have the fellow around the place, because at that time he did not appreciate his value. He thought he would tell Davis to go and did so, but the voluntary prisoner would not budge. The warden quickly learned enough about him to see the propriety of retaining him. The fellow is certainly content. Sheriff Buttling says he believes that Davis would prefer his cell to a room in a mansion.”

Girl in Maui with "surfer hair." (Image by Rachel Amarette.)

The opening of “Life’s Swell,” Susan Orlean’s excellent 1998 Outside article about Maui surfer girls:

“The Maui surfer girls love each other’s hair. It is awesome hair, long and bleached by the sun, and it falls over their shoulders straight, like water, or in squiggles, like seaweed, or in waves. They are forever playing with it — yanking it up into ponytails, or twisting handfuls and securing them with chopsticks or pencils, or dividing it as carefully as you would divide a pile of coins and then weaving it into tight yellow plaits. Not long ago I was on the beach in Maui watching the surfer girls surf, and when they came out of the water they sat in a row facing the ocean, and each girl took the hair of the girl in front of her and combed it with her fingers and crisscrossed it into braids. The Maui surfer girls even love the kind of hair that I dreaded when I was their age, 14 or so — they love that wild, knotty, bright hair, as big and stiff as carpet, the most un-straight, un-sleek, un-ordinary hair you could imagine, and they can love it, I suppose, because when you are young and on top of the world you can love anything you want, and just the fact that you love it makes it cool and fabulous. A Maui surfer girl named Gloria Madden has that kind of hair — thick red corkscrews striped orange and silver from the sun, hair that if you weren’t beautiful and fearless you’d consider an affliction that you would try to iron flat or stuff under a hat. One afternoon I was driving two of the girls to Blockbuster Video in Kahului. It was the day before a surfing competition, and the girls were going to spend the night at their coach’s house up the coast so they’d be ready for the contest at dawn. On contest nights, they fill their time by eating a lot of food and watching hours of surf videos, but on this particular occasion they decided they needed to rent a movie, too, in case they found themselves with 10 or 20 seconds of unoccupied time. On our way to the video store, the girls told me they admired my rental car and said that they thought rental cars totally ripped and that they each wanted to get one. My car, which until then I had sort of hated, suddenly took on a glow. I asked what else they would have if they could have anything in the world. They thought for a moment, and then the girl in the backseat said, ‘A moped and thousands of new clothes. You know, stuff like thousands of bathing suits and thousands of new board shorts.'” (Thanks Longform.)

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"Can pay cash." (Image by Keith Allison.)

Muscle enhancements needed (Chelsea)

Looking for steroids/HGH. Small guy here looking to build muscle fast. any help would be great. can pay cash. quickly in the city.

 

Billions of people on the planet still wash their clothes by hand. Swedish academic and doctor Hans Rosling uses this fact as a jumping-off point for a great TED talk about industrialization and environmentalism.

From “Fifteen Hundred Knuckles at the Tub,” an article in the December 28, 1854 Brooklyn Daily Eagle, as reprinted from the Charleston Courier: “The latest invention is a new washing machine at the Astor House. It is called the ‘great knuckle.’ In the card of the owner it is stated that the new machine is saving from ten to fifteen girls a day, in the wash-room at the Astor House. A vial washing machine man at the Crystal Palace offered a cup valued at $50, to any person who could produce anything that would beat his. The great knuckle washing-machine man will give a cup valued at $500 to any one who will bring his machine to the Astor House, and wash one dozen pieces while he is washing three dozen! He says that instead of using one pair of knuckles, as old Eve commenced with, his machine is a combination of from 200 to 1,500. Great are the merits of washing mahcines!”

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Kidnapping: The stealing or abduction or carrying off forcibly of any human being whether man, or woman or child, but in common use the term applies to the stealing of a child, as abduction specifically refers to the carrying off of a maid. It was the practice formerly for gypsies and traveling mountebanks to steal young children and initiate them in their arts, and the tradition that they do so still persists.

Kissing Bug: An insect that stings people upon the lips causing swelling and great suffering. The kissing bugs are about an inch in length, dark brown, with wings of a light red color. They fly with great rapidity and are all seldom seen in places where there is a bright light. In stinging they give warning by making a sharp shrill sound. By dodging one may escape the bug.

Know Nothing: The colloquial name of the political party, the so called American Party, in the United States before the Civil War, organized for the purpose of withholding naturalization and the privilege of the franchise from foreigners. It lasted only a short time but was the cause of considerable disorder.

Knuckle-Duster: A formidable apparatus contrived for the purpose of protecting the knuckles and to add force to their use. It is frequently employed by garrotters and other lawless ruffians.

Kuatau: A Japanese method of restoring the apparently lifeless, by concussive or mechanical means. Kuatasu is homeopathic in principle–the concussion of one vital spot renders one unconscious, that of another spot quickly restores the sufferer. It is affected by a stimulation of the accelerator nerves that quickens the heart action and which is best attained by concussing over the region of the seventh cervical vertebra.

•Taken from the 1912 Standard Illustrated Book of Facts.

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I hate everything about Star Trek except for this.

Eccentric puzzle master Henry Hook likes to tease, torment and torture. Before people like Hook and Will Shortz came along, the crossword puzzle, which was created in 1913, was an academic thing, far from being the pun-happy, pop culture paradise it is today. In his 2002 New Yorker article, “The Riddler,” Burkhard Bilger describes Hook’s unorthodox puzzle-creating routine:

“He lives and works in Brooklyn now, not far from Prospect Park, in a small wooden house so barricaded to guests that he barely lets the cable man in. ‘I’m the guy that inspired the phrase ‘Doesn’t play well with others,’’ he says. On most days, he wakes up by seven, does a word search to get his eyes focussed, and then spends the day shuttling between his crossword grids, his reference books, and the television. More and more crossword constructors are relying on computer programs and data bases of common clues. Hook uses only a pencil (‘A computer looks really stupid tucked behind your ear’), yet he has been known to come up with twenty-four crosswords and write more than fifteen hundred clues in three days. In addition to constructing a crossword for the Sunday BostonGlobe every other week, he writes two puzzle books a year for Random House and hundreds of puzzles that are syndicated for smaller publications.

Then again, there is very little to distract him. Once a week, Hook used to get dressed up, walk to a karaoke bar several blocks away, and belt out a few Sinatra or Elvis tunes. But, he says, he got bored with the same old crowd, and he gave up his membership in the National Puzzlers’ League long ago—’logophilia in the extreme.’ He says he dreams of being a former crossword constructor, but it’s not clear what else he would do.”

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A new Daily Mail article by Rob Waugh guesses that Apple design guru Johnathan Ive won’t be leaving the company, as has been rumored, to move back to his native England. It also provides an account of the lengths Ive will go to make his designs sleeker. An excerpt:

“Few Westerners have ever seen the forging of a Japanese samurai sword. It’s considered a sacred practice in Japan; one of the few traditional arts that has yet to be bettered by modern science. Japanese smiths work through the night (better to judge the heat of metal by eye) hammering, melting and forging by hand to produce the finest blades in the world.

The steel is folded and refolded thousands of times to create a hard outer layer and a softer inner core resulting in a singular blade: terrifyingly sharp but far less prone to breaking than any sword forged in the West.

Once the blade is complete it is polished to a mirror finish, an elaborate procedure that itself can take weeks. The long and laborious process pushes metal to its absolute limit – which is precisely why Jonathan Ive wanted to see it first hand.

Ive endlessly seeks crucial knowledge that can help him to make the thinnest computing devices in the world, so it surprised no one at Apple that their obsessive design genius would take a 14-hour flight for a meeting with one of Japan’s leading makers of katana.

Afterwards Ive, shaven-headed, heavily muscled, in his trademark T-shirt and jeans, watched intently as the man went about his nocturnal labour.

This month Apple, the fabulously successful technology company – indeed, now the world’s biggest, having surpassed Microsoft – launched its latest piece of technology, the iPad 2. The machine was the result of this sort of research, and Ive’s preferred process of making the same product over and over again; in this case, carving metal and silicon until the product was one-third thinner and 0.2lb lighter than its predecessor.”

Ive in the documentary, Objectified:

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Gorgeous, deteriorating film.  (Thanks Reddit.)

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