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Due to having recently read a_t_rain's story the other day, I looked up John Heminges' name online and noticed that the Wikipedia entry gave his birth year as 1556, which would have made him thirty-two when he married Rebecca Knell who was sixteen at the time. Startled, I looked at some of the other dates given in the article: that birthdate would also have made him thirty-one at the time he qualified as a freeman of the Grocers' Company, even though he's described as having served a nine-year apprenticeship beginning age twelve.

Checking the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography online got a birth year of 1566, which made way more sense, so I went into Wikipedia editing and fixed it (it actually had 1566 already in the header code, the typo was only in a few places).
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who on this date in 1983 took the time to recheck the data before passing it on. ETA-- Also looked up Flotilla Chief-of-Staff Vasili Arkhipov, who made a similar call as one of the senior officers on a nuclear sub during the Cuban Missile Crisis, and woah, he was also a survivor of the K-19 incident the year before that?! Which may have been part of the reason he was loathe to start firing nukes.
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Four deaths have been reported-- the woman who was shot by police and three others who had “medical episodes.” I’m curious as to what the latter means in this context – did the tear gas trigger asthma attacks? Were they tazed? Accidental falls while climbing the walls?
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Well this is just neat: a 2018 documentary on several hundred silent films excavated in Dawson City in 1978, and how they’d ended up buried there, which involves recounting the history of Dawson City and the history of movie-distribution, and also the flammability of celluloid. ETA: trailer here


This, meanwhile, is worrying: a cyber-attack on the health agency that runs the hospitals in the west end of Montreal. During a pandemic.
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that I have never seen anyone eat peas with a knife in real life, but I’ve read generations of books, cartoons, magazine articles, and humorous rhymes about how you shouldn't do it, but I've never seen anyone actually try to do it in real life.

I suppose there must have been some time period in which it was the norm, then it became backwards and outdated, then it died out completely? Like pouring tea from the cup into the saucer and then drinking from the latter, which I also never seen done in person (Bob Peck did it onstage in Nicholas Nickleby to demonstrate that his character was a salt-of-the-earth, old-fashioned Yorkshire farmer).
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 my dad is a retired historian/geographer and back in the ‘nineties he published this paper about a 19th-century clipper captain he’d been researching, which opens with a vivid, colourful description of Captain Anderson debarking in the port of Kobe in 1891, which feels like it should lead to an exciting adventure, but instead the poor guy just has health issues and makes comments about how “business for ships is miserable dull” and eventually gives up the sea for another career and this is why Dad is not a fiction writer (that said if you ever need a whole lot of detail about a late-19th-c clipper voyage, including the cost of supplies, he’s your man)

WTF?!

Feb. 21st, 2020 04:25 pm
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OK, so apparently there was this village in early-20th-century Hungary that had basically a club of female serial killers who just... got into the habit of poisoning any family members they were sick of?

[personal profile] handful_ofdust , have you heard about this?

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In many ways it’s misleading to compare historical figures to more recent celebrities, but it’s often the quickest way to explain their significance, so I’m going to grit my teeth and say that George C. Blickensderfer was the Steve Jobs of his day, his day being the 1890s to the eve of WWI.

Blickensderfer made an electric typewriter in 1900, but didn’t put it on the market because it was too advanced— not enough homes and businesses had electrical outlets.

There’s a local collector, Martin Howard, who acquires and restores antique typewriters—I’ve seen them on display a few times, and I fell in love at first sight with the Blickensderfer No. 6 “Featherweight,” which has the stripped-down design of the No.5, but was made from aluminum, so that they could keep the weight down to five pounds. For comparison, Andrew has an early-20th-century Underwood: various internet sources put the weight of an Underwood anywhere from thirty to thirty-five pounds; I had to help carry it home from the flea market, and it weighs *at least* that much. Aluminum’s another thing where everybody seems to have forgotten what a game-changer it was—a metal that looks like silver but is miraculously lightweight. The No. 6 is like finding a laptop from 1912.

On the rare occasions you get to see these typewriters today, it gives the same glimpsing-an-AU feel you get from looking at Cambrian fossils. Blickensderfer typewriters had a different keyboard layout, though the now-standard QWERTY keyboard was available on request. Instead of each key controlling a letter die, all the keys connected to a wheel which held all the letters and numbers, and which could be switched out if you wanted to change font. There were wheels and keyboard layouts for different languages; there were models with a right-to-left carriage mechanism so you could type in Hebrew or Arabic—I don’t know if there were models for the Chinese and Japanese markets, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

The company was first hit hard by WWI, which cut a lot of their international business, and then by the death of George Blickensderfer in 1917, which seems to have left them directionless. They limped along for another decade, but went under in the ‘twenties, and the world seems largely to have forgotten these beautiful machines.
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Description of a conference of linguists in post-1911-Revolution (1913) China, trying to come up with a scheme of phonetic characters and also a unified pronunciation scheme for the whole country. Which went about as well as you’d expect.

Sounds like at one point there was an attempt at gerrymandering Mandarin, which is not a pair of words I usually get to use together.

(Googles Yüan Shih-k`ai)  Whoah. OK, you never really hear about that period.

(Reads further down, gets to the ‘teens and early ‘twenties) I should have known somebody would suggest Esperanto sooner or later.

(Even further) Oh good, here comes Y. R. Chao, the reason I looked this up in the first place.

(1930s) “Many supporters looked not to themselves but to a strong man to force the reform of the script, as had happened in the case of Turkey. "If China had a Kemal Pasha," said a Western admirer of the National Language Romanization, "we should probably see this system replace the characters in daily life."”

Uh....
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[personal profile] sovay , when you posted a couple of years ago about The Last Flight (1931) you mentioned the character with narcolepsy. It just occurred to me that given the setting, he may not have PTSD like the other fliers – he’s probably got encephalitis lethargica. He’s a bit older than most who fell victim to it, but only by, what, five years?

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I tried making some (non-animated) reaction images to try and link to when needed. So far they haven't worked in any of the threads in which I've wanted to use them.

While looking up the Otto Dix portrait, I also found his painting of Dr. Wilhelm Mayer-Hermann ; I’d known for years that “I’m just going to make everyone look ugly ‘cos I hate’em” wasn’t really Dix’s motivation (apparently he and Dr. Heinrich Stadelmann were pretty good friends, and a lot of his sitters were proud to have been painted in his snarky style ) but I love it that Dr. Mayer-Hermann, years later when both he and the painting had separately ended up in New York, apparently liked to visit his portrait in the Museum of Modern Art and eavesdrop on people’s reactions. 

Wow, Florence Bates had an interesting life.

Gearing up for Hallowe’en: “When He Died” by Lemon Demon is the cheeriest slice of horror you’ll hear this week:

When he died
Turns out he left behind a mansion full of other people's skulls
The odd thing is
they never found his own
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On New Year's Day 1753, Elizabeth Canning, an eighteen-year-old maidservant, vanished. A month later she turned up, claiming to have been assaulted and held prisoner; when her description of the house she'd been held in seemed to point to one Susannah Wells, Canning identified her and another woman named Mary Squires as her captors.

The trial was an 18th-century media circus (more on that later); at first Wells and Squires were convicted and sentenced, but the case was immediately reopened by the Lord Mayor of London; this time Canning was convicted of perjury and deported to the American colonies. Until her death, she stuck to her version of the story, and Wells and Squires stuck to theirs. The Rashomon-like case apparently retained enough notoriety that 20th-century writer Josephine Tey based a novel upon it, updating the circumstances to a modern setting.

 

Back in the winter of 1753, though, the story Canning told when she returned (emaciated and with marks of an injury on her head) was that she had been assaulted by two men, robbed and struck unconscious; that when she came to, her attackers had let her to a house where an old woman had tried to recruit her for the sex trade; and that when she refused, the woman had beaten he, stolen her corset stays and put her in a hayloft with "a black pitcher not quite full of water, and about twenty-four pieces of bread ... about a quartern loaf." After subsisting on this for several weeks, she had given up hope of release, and managing to work one of the boards loose on a window, climbed out and found her way home after five hours of walking.Trying to piece together where she'd been held, friends and family noted that Canning thought she'd heard the name "Wills or Wells" used, and that she'd recognized a coachman through the window who drove on the Hertford Road. As it happened the widowed Mrs. Susannah Wells lived on the Hertford Road, and a local paper immediately reported the whole story including the suspicion cast on Wells .

 

This is pretty much where *any* hope of a professional, unbiased investigation would have gone off the rails, if there'd been such a hope on the first place: England in 1753 -- had not only no forensics, but no police as such -- Robert Peel wouldn't be along for seventy years. So Canning and her family had to have the local alderman swear out a warrant and then go oversee Wells' arrest themselves. (They did have a warrant officer and several peace officers.) There, Canning seems to have identified everybody in the house as having been present when her abductors had brought her in a month before. Meanwhile, she was still recovering from her captivity, and her family still needed to prosecute the case against Wells themselves. They needed a backer, and they got one in the form of novelist magistrate Henry Fielding, who proceeded to issue a warrant against everybody in Wells' house, imprisoned two of them (both young women) and cross-examined them until they corroborated Canning's story. The actual charge was theft of Canning's corset stays, worth ten shillings: a more serious charge at the time than assault, and a hanging offense. Eventually Wells was sentenced to branding and imprisonment and Squires to death.

 

Meanwhile Grub Street was having a field day -- Squires was described as a "gypsy," adding racism to the rousing narrative of "innocent maid defends her virtue against a gang of crooks." (George Rousseau in his 2012 biography of John Hill, a popular writer and supporter of Squires, links the ferocity of the Canningites' racism to a bill in under discussion in Parliament at the time that would have granted Jews the vote.) Outside the trial, mobs attacked anybody they recognized as being related to Wells or Squires.

 

So who took upWells and Squires' side, and why? The Lord Mayor seems to have been genuinely horrified by the behaviour of the opposing "Canningites," but also seems to have suspected them of supporting Canning as a political attack on himself. John Hill mostly just hated Fielding -- London newspapers had just got through the "Paper War of 1752–1753," which Hill later claimed was a joke or publicity stunt he and fielding had cooked up and which had got *way* out of hand. Hill began collecting witnesses who could testify Squires and her family had been travelling in another part of the country during the month of January. Meanwhile the Canningites, for their part, hunted up witnesses willing to say the opposite.

 

Canning went on trial for perjury in the spring of 1754. Family and neighbours testified that she'd been genuinely injured and emaciated when she returned home. Canning's mother attempted to claim the young woman was too stupid to invent falsehoods, but was forced to admit she could read and write. Adding to the grotesque comedy, all the witnesses who'd attested Squires presence in the neighbourhood at the time of her supposed crime fell apart on the subject of the exact dates, because England had changed over from the Julian calendar to the current one in 1752, a few months before the incident. The jury's initial verdict was that Canning was "Guilty of perjury, but not wilful and corrupt." They were told they had to find her wilful and corrupt as well, or she couldn't be guilty of perjury.

 

She appears to have started a new life after she was sent to the American colonies. It wasn’t a long one by modern standards, but she lived with a Methodist family who believed in her innocence; eventually she married somebody. She died at thirty-eight. I don’t know how old Wells or Squires were at the time of their deaths — Wells had served her prison sentence by the time of Canning’s conviction, and Squires had been pardoned and wasn’t executed.

 

I need to address my own bias here: I heard of the Canning case via an online discussion among people who *hated* Tey's version. In Tey's version, the accused women are now a middle-class mother and daughter in straightened circumstances, while their accuser is still working class; and it's taken for granted almost from the opening that she's a lying liar who tells lies. Her age has been lowered to fifteen years old from eighteen, but only to further condemn her — she’s a cunning piece of jailbait who’s accused two total strangers of a serious crime in order to account for the month she spent with a married man (to whom she’d — of course — lied about her age) until his wife caught up with them and beat her. Tey’s “elopement gone wrong” version at least fits a one-month timeline better than “covering up a pregnancy” or “covering up an abortion,” which seem to be the usual suspicions among Canning’s modern disbelievers. The viciously classist take on the case was what had irked the readers on the discussion thread, but at least one person also argued that when a mystery is set up in binary terms, the resolution needs to be a third possibility, unsuspected by the characters. Otherwise you might as well watch a coin toss. I freely admit, therefore, that when I heard about the Canning case and its *lack* of resolution, it struck me as more interesting than the novel; and when I looked up the details I was hoping to find room for a third explanation. I'm not a historian, and this was a quick overview, based on only the most easily accessible sources, but I think I succeeded in finding enough doubts to satisfy myself. I did eventually come across a few other theories that Canning’s story was basically true but she misidentified her attackers, though a few of them still veered into “crazy girl hallucinated it,” which I’m not sure is any less depressing than “evil bitch made it up to cover some sexual misconduct.”

 

I’m not so sure she needed to be crazy, either, or even full-on amnesiac from the head injury.

 

Back when she, her family, and the peace officers they’d brought along had entered Susannah Well's house, Canning had stated that the hayloft looked like the one she'd been held in, but with more hay. Somebody had noted that boards across the windows appeared to have been put up, or put back up, recently. This, I think, is where it's possible for Canning to have gone off-course without deliberately lying.

 

It goes without saying that an eighteenth century house and barn wouldn't have had electric light; it's not unlikely that Elizabeth Canning never got a good look at any of her captors. Furthermore it doesn’t sound, from her account, as though she saw any of them during her month-long captivity after that first night when they put her in the hayloft. Even leaving aside confusion from her head injury or pressure from the peace officers to agree that they'd found her assailants, the situation could have primed her for false memories, and as the trials wore on, With both mobs and local political leaders piling on fuel, and Canning herself reduced to a token to be blamed or protected, the sunk cost of her efforts could have made her even more convinced that she was facing down her true tormentors.

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Congrats to the US on affordable care and same-sex marriage. The latter will no doubt add extra joy to the Pride celebrations this weekend; enough to overcome the rain forecast (although rain never really stops the parade anyhow.)
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So the other night we went to hear Jill Lapore talk about her book The Secret History of Wonder Woman. Lapore is from outside comics fandom, and it's one of those cases where a fresh angle on the subject is very useful -- her specialty is political history, and her take on the bondage imagery in Marsden's original WW comics is that they were meant by Marsden (who came of age as a male ally to the women's suffrage movement and whose extended (poly) family included Margaret Sanger) and Peters (who had drawn pro-Suffrage cartoons for Judge using the women-in-chains/women-breaking-chains imagery popularized by Annie Lucasta Rogers) as reference to Suffragist imagery and to Pankhurst and others chaining themselves to the gates of Buckingham Palace in protest.

I actually think it's intersectional, as Marsden also pretty explicitly discussed voluntary submission as a demonstration of self-confidence and trust in one's partner; but it's good to hear someone bring up a different take on it than "kinky, hur hur hur." Now I'm curious as to how big an influence Wonder Woman actually had on modern BDSM (of the "safe, sane and consensual" kind); guess I'm going to need to research that.

(I'd also have liked to know more about the relationships between Marsden, Holloway and Byrne, but as Lepore pointed out, they all lived together so there are no letters between them; if you want further historians to know what was up between you and your loved ones, you have to spend time apart from them.)
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On the way back from some errands this morning, I passed a poster for a performance of Mozart's Requiem, so naturally my thoughts turned to Peter Shaeffer's Amadeus. Leaving aside the story's fictional nature, it's a well-told story, enough to make the central premise believable; but now, when I strip that premise down, I'm not sure I buy the idea of the protagonist being homicidally envious of a man who's had less material success than he has, but who he knows has more actual talent.

The character is psychopathic enough to kill out of jealousy at others' success, but philosophical enough to judge success on aesthetics rather than money or acclaim; and I'm not sure those two things go together very often.

To be fair, Salieri in the play starts out just trying to make sure Mozart doesn't get any good gigs, and then his obsession sort of gets away with him. Like I said, it's well-told enough to be plausible.
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Glanced at a magazine article today in which someone praised the 1942 manual HANDS OFF! Self Defense for Women by Major W.E. Fairbairn (short version -- rather than warning you to avoid male company, not go out alone, or wear modest clothes -- because duh, it's wartime and none of that advice is at all practical -- the major shows you how to jab the heel of your hand into the point of the chin of anyone who tries to molest you). Anyway, I googled it when I got home and the whole thing is up on Scribd, for reasons of historical interest, practical safety, or you just need period self-defense techniques (devised by someone who worked with the Shanghai police force in the 1920s and also trained British commandos) for your 1940s-era heroine.

ETA because Don's subsequent comment and my reply got swallowed by LJ:


> LJ won't let me post this on your Self Defense for Women blog entry for some
> reason. FYI.
>
> ------------------------------
> Best "Self Defense for Women" stuff on TV was the old "Beauty and the Beast"
> series with Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. In the pilot Linda gets mugged
> and left for dead. The Beast finds her and nurses her back to health in his
> underground pad: dropping her off anonymously at an emergency ward when she
> starts to regain consciousness. She decides never again to be as helpless
> as she was whilst being mugged and seeks out a sensei who is notoriously
> demanding and choosey about who he takes on as students. He reluctantly
> agrees to a try-out which he starts off by grabbing and immobilising her.
>
> Linda: Wait! NO! I'm not ready...
> Sensei: Ha! You going to just beg and put yourself at my, possibly
> non-existent, mercy? I thought you didn't want to be that helpless little
> girl who almost died doing that.
> Linda: No, NO!
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via Making Light:http://cabel.me/2012/12/19/the-basement/

As Abi said in their sidebar: "Just go look at it. Trust me."
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My brother posted this on Facebook, and I already shared it there, but thought it was interesting enough to link here: http://www.collectorsweekly.com/articles/journey-into-the-opium-underworld/

It's an interview with a historian/collector who became fascinated by opium-smoking paraphenalia and eventually took the habit up as research, because there are very few *accurate* depictions from the era (mostly just a lot of "and now our story takes us to an opium den, because EXOTIC! DECADENT!"). Short version -- it's harder (or it was for him) to become addicted to opium than to the more concentrated modern drugs, but once you are the withdrawal symptoms are hell.

He eventually gave it up, partly because a colleague and fellow-smoker died and her fate scared him; mainly because he realized he would have to sell his collection to make ends meet, and the antiques addiction was stronger than the drug addiction.

I like his comment that "All paraphernalia was made with lots of little facets and angles to reflect this lamp light. It all seems so magical. In fact, that’s the thing you really miss after you’ve quit smoking—the damn lamp, it’s just so beautiful."

ETA -- my comment to my brother was that most "opium addicts" in the Western world were probably laudanum addicts, and thinking about it, yeah -- even the ones like De Quincy or Coleridge were basically going, "Dude, this headache medicine -- I hear in China they smoke it for fun." "Cool, let's mix some of it with our tobacco and try!" "Dude!"

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