Category Archives: oddities
And then, upon further reflection…
Also, the postcard is from a painting by Dana Carey!
She’s a multi-talented author/illustrator living in France. Visit her blog:
I highly recommend everyone makes sure Dana wins their blog contests.
It’s summer. And we all know what THAT means.
So while the porch is not entirely open yet,
I am on it, baby. Look at this:
HOW DOES SHE DO IT?
Put some pebbles in the bottom, potting soil and pothos ivy.
There’s something about longer days, more of that precious sunlight hitting the retina that makes me want to work with my hands. I’m settling into my summer nest for some serious summer writing.
Saw this over at Boing Boing:
…and it got me to thinking about how hard it used to be to reproduce copies of manuscripts.
It was no
If you were a lowly pre-published writer working at home, you had to depend on carbon paper.
You stacked three pieces of typing paper together, with two pieces of carbon paper layered in between. This odd-bodkin sandwich went into your typewriter. If you made a mistake, you had to make sure each copy had the strike-throughs fixed. It was messy, because your pages usually ended up with purple streaks. The copy was but a pale echo of the original, and the second copy–well, you were lucky if it was legible.
And you double-spaced after every sentence.
OH, THAT’S A WHOLE ‘NOTHER BLOG POST.
George Washington’s brother, Lawrence, was the Uncle of Our Country.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Whose cruel idea was it for the word “lisp” to have an “s” in it?
If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you’ll be going, ‘you know, we’re alright. We are dang near royalty.’
I had the right to remain silent… but I didn’t have the ability.
I don’t deserve this award, but I have arthritis, and I don’t deserve that either.
I once spent a year in Philadelphia, I think it was on a Sunday.
Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
I was poking around the internet looking for something completely different…
No. Not that.
…when I found something utterly unbelievable. Feast your eyes upon it:
The Crypt of Civilization at Oglethorpe University
Dr. Thornwell Jacobs taught ancient history. He was frustrated by how little he really knew about past civilizations. In the interest of making things easier on future generations, he decided to build a repository of the knowledge of mankind.
Underneath Phoebe Hearst Memorial Hall at Oglethorpe University in Atlanta, Georgia.
It’s supposed to be opened in 8113, because Dr. Jacobs began the process in 1936, and the Egyptian calendar started in 4241 B.C., and if you consider 1936 the halfway point, then 8113…
It took three years to put 640,000 pages of documents on the new medium called “microfilm”. Other artifacts include a female mannequin, big band recordings by Artie Shaw, a set of AC spark plugs, a fly swatter, a quart of beer, a hair net, a sample of soap shaped like a bull and an Emerson radio. (See the whole list.)
If anything has a chance of surviving the coming Zombie-Nuclear-Pole-Shift-Solar-Eruption Holocaust, the Crypt of Civilization at Oglethorpe University does. Right before sealing the time capsule, the curators siphoned out all the oxygen and replaced it with nitrogen. The microfilm is duplicated on metal film. The machines that play the film and recordings run on mini-windmills. There is even a Rosetta Stone of sorts, in case English is a forgotten language by 8113.
This is the kind of stuff that sparks big story ideas for me.
It also makes me want to fill a big pickle jar with random things and bury it in the backyard.