Last night’s driveway moment.
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By adres in Portugal. The piece commemorates the Carnation Revolution, which is remembered in Portugal with a national holiday celebrating freedom.
Editorial cartoon by Oliver Herford, 1919. Apparently “demon rum” was the gateway drug of the time, leading to laudanum, opium, and so forth. Larger view here; via { feuilleton }.
“While curators at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam stand by the theory of self-mutilation, Kaufmann argues that Van Gogh dropped hints in letters to his brother, Theo, once commenting: ‘Luckily Gauguin…is not yet armed with machine guns and other dangerous war weapons.’”
Signs of Character, a phrenology chart drawn and published by R. Degranza Pease, M.D., 1843. Via BibliOdyssey.
Eclipses luminarium summa fide et accurata diligentia supputatae, ac figuris coloribusque suis artificiose depictae, quarum rationes ab anno domini 1554. usque in annum domini 1600. se extendunt et ad meridianum Viennae Austriae referuntur by Cyprian Leowitz.
As my Latin is seriously poor these days, I’ll use BibliOdyssey’s translation so as to not embarrass myself: Accurate coloured depictions of solar and lunar eclipses covering the years 1554 to 1600 with Vienna, Austria as the point of reference.
Peacay at BibliOdyssey: “The only information I can glean from the web suggests that Leowitz was a Bohemian astrologer and a contemporary of Nostradamus. Most (very very brief) citations mention that his notoriety centres on his having predicted that the world would end in 1584. I think that assertion was made in 1568 and a comment at one site opined that he was hedging his bets by publishing luna/solar data for the time subsequent to the predicted apocalypse (my first thought here is that the author is conflating two publications of Leowitz from different times.)”
More here.
In 1942, photographer I. Russell Sorgi followed a police car to the Genesee Hotel, where Mary Miller sat on an eighth-floor ledge.
“I snatched my camera from the car and took two quick shots as she seemed to hesitate. … As quickly as possible, I shoved the exposed film into the case and reached for a fresh holder. I no sooner had pulled the slide out and got set for another shot than she waved to the crowd below and pushed herself into space. Screams and shows burst from the horrified onlookers as her body plummeted toward the street. I took a firm grip on myself, waited until the woman passed the second or third story, and then shot.”
It is prudent not to put virtue to too serious a test. I would use American virtue as sparingly as possible lest we wear it out.
I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.
The Russians love Brooke Shields because her eyebrows remind them of Leonid Brezhnev.
