ThinkProgress: Cleveland Police Shoot And Kill 12-Year-Old Carrying A Fake Gun.
This was a problem even when I was a kid. I used to have a really realistic Luger cap-pistol in the ‘60’s - it could have been my one-way ticket to a dirt nap. Never let your kids out in public spaces with these damned things; especially now that the police are gearing up with military tech.
NY Daily News: Bill Cosby paid off women says ex-NBC employee.
He’s finished. The handlers have started talking. I was going to post yesterday that this was too large of an operation to be a one-person deal. It needed coordination ... booking flights, renting cars, maintaining security. Many are complicit.
Daily Beast: Hillary Adviser/Bush-Portman Ticket Could Doom Dems in 2016.
But closer-to-centers win, generally speaking. They should grow beards and run as the vintage/hipster ticket, really.
BBC: Pilgrims flock to Goa to see Saint Francis Xavier remains.
io9: This 2000-Year-Old Pigment Can Eliminate The Third Dimension.
So cool. The Chinese had ‘flat UI’ before we did.
Archaeology News Network: Ancient Coptic ‘Handbook of Spells’ deciphered.
“This codex, with its mix of Sethian and Orthodox Christian invocations, may in fact be a transitional document, written before all Sethian invocations were purged from magical texts, the researchers said.” Cool. So much was destroyed by Christian zealots of later periods, chipping and burning ‘heresies’.
PBS/Frontline: New Report - Adam Lanza “Did Not Just ‘Snap’”.
“The authors describe a symbiotic relationship between mother and son, with Nancy going to excessive lengths to protect him from stress, which had the damaging effect of isolating him from the outside world. She treated him as a close confidant, but ‘that may have been well beyond his relatively immature emotional capacities.’” Alas I know of more than one tragedy of this kind. I’ll agree with the psychologists who say, “Suffer the little children to grow at their own pace.”
They need goals, don’t get me wrong. But we do them a disservice to ‘adultize’ them too soon. One can begin to accept them as ‘another adult’ and misperceive the actual abilities of the child, allowing them to get into situations where older and wiser heads are required to make safe choices.
Youtube: Buddy Guy & Jimi Hendrix - Jam Session.
Ted Cruz has lost it. Quoting Cicero v. Catiline?
Catiline was a Senator wanting to overthrow the Republic.
Pot. Kettle. Black.
ArtDaily: O’Keeffe painting sells for more than 3x the previous world auction record ...
... for any female artist. Here: “Seven bidders competed for Jimson Weed/White Flower No. 1, but it was a prolonged battle between two determined bidders that drove the price to this record height – nearly tripling the work’s high estimate of $15 million.”
Italian Ways: The paradox of the Ducati RR 3404.1 ”breadbox”.
Not a motorcycle. A tube radio.
Stanford.EDU: Stanford archaeologist reveals health care in the ancient world.
“At Deir el-Medina, we see two health care networks happening. [snip] There’s a professional, state-subsidized network so the state can get what it wants – a nice tomb for the king. Parallel to this, there’s a private network of families and friends. And this network has pressure to take care of its members, for fear of public shaming, such as being divorced for neglect or even disinherited.”
Roads & Kingdoms: An Indian at Auschwitz.
CBC: Frederic Chopin’s heart exhumed in secret mission in Poland.
“Close to midnight on April 14, after the last worshippers had left the Holy Cross Church, 13 people sworn to secrecy gathered in the dark sanctuary.” Worthy of a short story, at least.
WaPo: German town plays prank on neo-Nazis.
This was a brilliant solution. Like a moral Möbius strip; the more you walk, the less you actually accomplish.
Follow Me Here…: Fifteen Years of Fun.
Archaeology News Network: Majestic mosaic unearthed in Northern Greece.
“Archaeologists have uncovered another section of the majestic mosaic at the Roman baths in Plotinopolis, Didymoteicho, in northern Greece. 90 square metres out of a total of 140 square metres have been currently uncovered and present the unusual – for the area – theme of sea creatures.” Sea creatures. In a bath. And this is a mystery, even if landlocked? I suppose ...
ArtDaily: The microphones the Beatles sang into at Liverpool’s Cavern Club at auction.
Lennon-spit! McCartney snozz! Step right up ...
The Ink: First Look - The New Princeton Station.
Oh, my freaking God. Way too pretentious for the little Dinky train. Brag about your affluence much, hometown? You’re a shadow of your former self without the working class neighborhoods.
For those who don’t know (and that would be most of you), more about the Dinky (or PJ&B, as I knew it). I rode it many a time, commuting to NYC. Very handy for inclement weather, though it meant a mile or so walk back to Aiken Avenue.
Speaking of the Dinky reminded me of a long-ago event. “I once scared the hell out of Jesse Jackson.” I was coming back from NYC via the Dinky, walking on the broad flagstone path behind Whig & Clio, two landmark buildings on campus, when I saw his familiar face through a window of Whig Hall. I’d heard he was going to be on-campus, but never thought I’d run into him. I stopped to look up at the windows, and saw him peer out as I wiped my nose from the cold - he look shocked at seeing me, doing a double-take and then a violent jerk back from the window, while his security detail crowded to window to see. I theorized pretty quickly what the problem might be (after looking around trying figure out what the panic was about): it was pitch black out except for a small circle of light from the streetlight above me; I was carrying a sleek, thin briefcase and wearing a Members Only black leather jacket, dark knit cap, black jeans, black shoes. I must have looked like the perfect [celluloid] assassin ... and wiping my nose probably looked like I was pulling something from the briefcase. Rather than act panicked, I just started walking my usual route at my usual pace ... for safety’s sake, taking a quick detour through the Chapel compound and down William Street instead of Shapiro Walk by the Woodrow Wilson School. I just hoped he hadn’t fallen down the stairs or something (those windows on the back of Whig accompany a staircase).
The Paris Review: Shelby Foote on the Tools of the Trade.
“You have to communicate sensation, [snip] the belief in what life is, what it’s about, and you do it through learning how to handle a pen. That’s the reason why I have always felt comfortable with the pen in my hand and extremely uncomfortable having some piece of machinery between me and the paper — even a typewriter let alone a word computer, which just gives me the horrors.” Foote always embodied the soft-spoken style of Southern gentry, an archetype that is disappearing very swiftly. Erudite, intelligent and yet distinctly Southern.
BarnFinds: 1959 Chevrolet Spartan 80.
A 4x4 fire truck? From the year of my birth? Insta-link. Would that I needed to haul water over mountains.
Western Digs: Utah Cave Full of Children’s Moccasins Sheds Light on Little-Known Culture.
PDN Online: Photographers’ Rep Julian Richards on Why He Abruptly Quit the Business.
“Digital changed the landscape. Before the pixel, craft was still an elemental component of the narrative. A process that involved trusting strips of cellulose in a mysterious dark box was replaced by instant, impeccable rendering, in situ on vast monitors. The photographer’s role as sorcerer and custodian of the vision was diminished: The question ‘have we got it?’ became redundant. Now it was the photographer asking the art director asking the client. Which is a big deal.” I want to pullquote more, but it’s against my religion. Go read it, seriously.
BBC: Comet lander: Camera sees Philae’s hairy landing.
ArtDaily: French photographer and Pablo Picasso confidant, Lucien Clergue, dies aged 80.
“The best-known works from Clergue were his nude images and landscapes, which led to him being the first photographer to be admitted to the elite Academie Francaise, the guardian of the French language. ” His daughter has a portfolio up, here [NSFW; tasteful nudity]. RIP, good sir - often copied, rarely referenced, never equalled.