In Early 20th Century, Drivers Started Trips With Pump, Ax

Wednesday, May 7th, 2003

Today’s Deja Vu article, “In Early 20th Century, Drivers Started Trips With Pump, Ax,” gives some fascinating car history:

In 1900, there were 8,000 private automobiles registered in the U.S.; two decades later, there were eight million.
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Top speed was around 20 miles an hour, and that was only on the tiny fraction of American roads that weren’t dirt, mud or gravel.

In 1903, a Vermont doctor, Horatio Nelson Jackson, and his mechanic, Sewell Croker, crossed the continent in 64 days. By 1922, the Literary Digest was telling its readers that “Anybody Can Cross the Country, Now, in Fifty Days.”

Early cars were open, their tires thin, their shock absorbers primitive. Riders would bounce through dust and rain in little more comfort than if they were on a stagecoach. Drivers were advised to travel with tire chains, several jacks, tire casings and tubes, air pumps, block and tackle, wrench, ax and shovel. Tires had to be changed almost as often as gas tanks needed filling (and early cars didn’t have gas gauges).
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Once outside their own towns, drivers also had to be their own navigators. There were almost no road maps or directional signs. Most roads were named informally, if at all. Often, people in the heartland hadn’t traveled much beyond their local area, and motorists learned not to bother asking directions beyond a 15-mile radius.

“If we got lost, we’d take to the high ground and search the horizon for the nearest telephone polls with the most wires,” wrote Ms. Ramsey. “It was a sure way of locating the transcontinental railroad, which we knew would lead us back to civilization.”

Most roads were maintained locally and voluntarily, so their condition varied from bad to worse. There were no lights, shoulders or guard rails. Bridges that had been built for horses and carriages didn’t always hold up under a car.
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There were no motels; travelers might find a room in a hotel, but most hotels were in cities, far from the open road, and they catered to traveling salesmen, changing linens only once a week.
[...]The practice of tipping had just begun in the U.S., and tourists both resented and were intimidated by it.

Henson Family to Buy Back Muppets

Wednesday, May 7th, 2003

According to Henson Family to Buy Back Muppets, EM.TV made a really bad investment in the Jim Henson Company:

Ailing German media group EM.TV & Merchandising AG said on Wednesday it agreed to sell Jim Henson Company, the maker of the Muppets, to the children of their inventor, the late Jim Henson.

Putting an end to a protracted auction that has been going on for years, EM.TV said it would sell its wholly owned subsidiary completely for $89 million. It bought Henson for $680 million at the peak of the stock market bubble in 2000.

If I recall correctly, Jim Henson died in 1990. EM.TV bought the Jim Henson company for $680 million ten years after his death?

Caped Crusader Saves the Day in English Town

Tuesday, May 6th, 2003

Caped Crusader Saves the Day in English Town:

A masked and caped do-gooder has been sweeping through an English town, performing good deeds and scattering terrified bad guys, a local newspaper reported.

The Kent and Sussex Courier said Friday it had received letters from “stunned residents” of the town of Tunbridge Wells, southeast of London, who saw the man in a brown mask and cape scare off hooligans and return a woman’s dropped purse.

“To my great surprise,” the paper quoted 21-year-old psychology student Ellen Neville as saying, “a masked man wearing a brown cape rushed past me to assist a woman who was having a bother with a group of youths.

“He swept in, broke up the commotion and ran off, leaving myself and the woman in a state of shock,” she said.

A man wrote to say he was being chased by some youths when the hero appeared and “shocked the gang so much they ran off.”

Another woman wrote to say the crusader had tapped her on her shoulder to return her purse.

“If only there were more people around with this kind-hearted spirit,” she said.

So how much is this caped crusader paying those kids to commit minor crimes he can stop?

It’s a Boy! Will You Marry Me?

Tuesday, May 6th, 2003

According to It’s a Boy! Will You Marry Me?, “a woman who has a boy out of wedlock is much more likely to marry the father than if she has a girl.” Interesting. How great is the effect?

For this study, they analyzed data from a national study of 600 children born to single mothers and found a woman was 42 times more likely to marry the father of her son than she was to marry the father if the child was a girl.

Excuse me? Forty-two times more likely? Also surprising:

Unmarried mothers of boys were 11 percent more likely to find a husband — even a husband who was not the child’s biological father — than those with girls.

A Rio de Janeiro Slum Credits Shadowy Vigilantes for Safety

Tuesday, May 6th, 2003

According to A Rio de Janeiro Slum Credits Shadowy Vigilantes for Safety, there’s a little Gotham City in Brazil, the Rio das Pedras:

For Maria de Lourdes Luna, home is a one-room hut shared with five relatives. The stench of sewage fills the alleys, and refuse gushes past the shanties from an open ditch after a hard rain.

Yet for her and many others, the slum of Rio das Pedras is an urban utopia — one of the few Brazilian shantytowns, or favelas, not tormented by drugs and drug-related violence. Children fly kites and play ball free from fear of ricocheting bullets. People sleep with doors unlocked and windows ajar. Even petty crime is rare.

“There’s no better place to live. This is paradise,” says Ms. Luna, a 43-year-old housekeeper. “We can put up with anything — rats, floods, trash — as long as we’re spared drugs.”

Behind that tranquility and order, however, is a dark secret: Residents believe that a shadowy organization of civilian vigilantes, comprised of off-duty and retired policemen as well as ordinary citizens, keeps the peace by meting out extrajudicial killings to drug dealers and other lawbreakers. Alleged militia murders provide an ironic sense of comfort in a city so inured to drug-related violence that extreme measures aren’t considered extreme anymore.

I might trade a little more crime for a little less sewage in the streets.

Gephardt of Darkness

Monday, May 5th, 2003

On his Agoraphilia site, Glen Whitman succinctly explains our health-care system’s flaws and how they came to be:

The basic flaw in our current system can be traced back to WW2, when firms laboring under government-imposed wage and price controls were casting about for ways to attract employees without raising wages. They hit upon the idea of providing workers with health insurance and other benefits, and the War Labor Board gave them the thumbs-up. Eventually, the Board’s policy was written into the tax code.

Ever since then, employers have been able to provide health insurance to their employees tax-free. If your employer buys your health insurance, you’re not taxed on it, because it’s treated as a cost of business; but if you buy health insurance for yourself, you have to buy it using after-tax dollars. Now, tax breaks are generally a good thing, but not when they create perverse incentives. This particular tax break creates two. First, it encourages people to buy their health insurance through their employers, instead of individually or through other organizations like churches, schools, fraternal societies, etc. The result is that your health insurance is tied to your job, so that you may lose it if you lose your job. (Subsequent COBRA legislation mitigated this problem marginally.)

Second, and more importantly, the fact that the tax break is for health insurance only — not for other healthcare expenditures — encourages people to get the most expansive health insurance policies possible. Why pay for any healthcare with after-tax dollars if you can use pre-tax dollars instead? Routine and elective expenditures are now regularly included in health insurance plans, which is much like including gasoline and car washes in auto insurance plans. Consequently, health insurance has increasingly been transformed into a pre-payment system. You send checks to bureaucrats who send checks to doctors, even though it would be simpler and cheaper to pay your doctor directly for most services. The unsurprising result is rising healthcare prices.

GE Launches New Appliances Ad Featuring Beauty & Brains

Monday, May 5th, 2003

GE’s new Beauty & Brains ads promote their new GE profile series (“a real-life marriage of beauty and brains”) with a montage sequence of super-geek bumps into super-model at laundromat, geek and model fall in love, etc.:

They meet. They fall in love, marry, start a family… and equip their house with GE Profile series appliances — a real life marriage of beauty and brains. View GE’s latest “imagination at work” ad featuring GE Consumer Products-Appliances.

The best part: during their courtship, she opens a gift — and it’s a Third-Edition Dungeons & Dragons Player’s Handbook.

The Roadmap to Peace

Monday, May 5th, 2003

In The Roadmap to Peace, Steven Den Beste gives an engineer’s take on the Palestinian peace process:

There are only three ways that peace can come to the region: if all the Israelis are dead, if all the Palestinians are dead, or if the Palestinians give up the struggle. Israelis won’t accept the first, and are too decent to will the second, so that leaves only the third alternative.

Everything changed last year when Bush announced a new doctrine. There was a stunned silence in Europe and in the Arab world. It had been announced that there would be a major speech on Israel and the Palestinians, but what he said was nothing like what was expected.

He formally announced that the US supported formation of a Palestinian state. But he linked formation of that state to a series of concrete actions demanded of the Palestinians

The most important aspect of the new doctrine was that it made clear that the Bush administration no longer trusts the Palestinian leadership at all. Bush made very clear that as far as he was concerned, the US would not negotiate with Arafat. He also made extremely clear, though without explicitly saying so, that the long and sorry history of broken promises by the Palestinians meant that from now on only performance would be accepted, and that no peace plan would involve simultaneous concessions by both sides. The Palestinians would implement their side of the deal first and only then would they be rewarded for doing so. Given their history of lies and broken promises and cheating, that was really the only possible answer. Needless to say, the Europeans were horrified.

Liberty and Justice for All

Monday, May 5th, 2003

Liberty and Justice for All presents another summary of Zakaria’s The Future of Freedom:

Nations that establish democracy without first guaranteeing their citizens freedom typically become what Zakaria terms “illiberal democracies.” During the 4th century B.C., while Athens enjoyed a golden age of democracy, its popular assembly voted to put Socrates to death for corrupting Athenian youth with philosophy. That was democratic, Zakaria writes, “but not liberal.” Post-revolutionary France was ruled by a democratic National Assembly, but the bloodbath it created during its reign of terror was profoundly illiberal. Today, Zakaria notes, Yasser Arafat is the only Arab leader who is chosen through “reasonably free elections.” But though democratic, the Palestinian Authority is not remotely liberal, as Western journalists who have been harassed by its functionaries will readily attest.
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The problem with democratic governance, Zakaria argues, isn’t merely that it won’t automatically protect the freedom of its citizens. It’s also that it may well undermine freedom unless freedom has already been guaranteed through the prior establishment of an independent judiciary, a free press and other components of what Zakaria calls “constitutional liberalism.” (He uses the term “liberal” in its 19th-century sense, “tending to enhance the freedom of individuals and limit the power of government.”) Echoing James Madison and Alexis de Tocqueville, Zakaria writes that a majority will incline toward tyranny unless forced to accommodate certain individual and minority rights. It may also degenerate quickly into autocracy and dictatorship, a process that he notes is well under way in Russia and has played out many times in sub-Saharan Africa.

American Exorcism: Expelling Demons in the Land of Plenty

Monday, May 5th, 2003

In A Sociologist’s Journey into the American Heart of Darkness, Kevin Christopher of the Skeptical Inquirer reviews American Exorcism: Expelling Demons in the Land of Plenty:

Cuneo begins his book with a poignant and timely lamentation of the modern Catholic priesthood: “The past three decades haven’t been particularly kind to the Catholic priesthood. One would be hard-pressed to find another profession that has fallen harder or further from grace in so short a period of time.” He notes the dramatic thinning of the ranks beginning in the 1960s and 70s, the frantic scramble to find relevance in the modern world, and the endless sexual scandals. The image of the Catholic priest, writes Cuneo, “has more often been the priest as pious fraud, the priest as philanderer, the priest as yesterday’s man — equivocating, beleaguered, and thoroughly redundant.”

In one exceptional area, however, the priest remains a cultural hero. “That area,” writes Cuneo, “is exorcism, and it is the priest-as-exorcist that has somehow managed, in defiance of all odds, to retain a heroic grip on the popular American imagination.” Modern Catholic liberals had hoped that exorcism would be relegated to Church history along with the other medieval trappings and customs. What such Catholics never anticipated, according to Cuneo, was the modern media’s role in breathing new life into the ancient rite of exorcism.

In the first four chapters Cuneo deftly sketches out the sundry sources of the exorcism renewal. He begins with the well-know pop Ursprung: William Peter Blatty’s 1971 novel, The Exorcist, and the 1973 film of the same title that it inspired. He characterizes Blatty’s work as massive structure of fantasy resting on a flimsy foundation of a priest’s 1949 diary account of the possession of a young boy in Mount Ranier, Maryland.

I can still remember renting The Exorcist — somehow I’d never seen it — and watching an interview with Blatty where he explained that he wrote The Exorcist as, more or less, a work of pro-Catholic propaganda. I almost spit out my drink. The true horror comes in realizing that it worked.

The road to 1984

Monday, May 5th, 2003

In The road to 1984, Thomas Pynchon explains how 1984 is not a “straightforward allegory about the melancholy fate of the Russian revolution” :

Orwell in 1948 understood that despite the Axis defeat, the will to fascism had not gone away, that far from having seen its day it had perhaps not yet even come into its own — the corruption of spirit, the irresistible human addiction to power were already long in place, all well-known aspects of the Third Reich and Stalin’s USSR, even the British Labour party — like first drafts of a terrible future. What could prevent the same thing from happening to Britain and the United States? Moral superiority? Good intentions? Clean living?

Sometimes, to the Victor Belongs a Host of Problems

Monday, May 5th, 2003

In Sometimes, to the Victor Belongs a Host of Problems, Edward Rothstein reviews The Culture of Defeat:

In some cases, defeat itself may have several stages. In 1870, Prussia’s initial military defeat of france’s Second Empire was followed by France’s futile attempt to rewage the war in the name of the new Third Republic. But whatever the process, once defeat is acknowledged there arrives, Mr. Schivelbusch says, a “unique type of euphoria.” The old regime is discredited, its demise celebrated. Defeat is marked by dance crazes; old forms are cast off. In the 1870′s, a diarist noted, France was “dancing to forget.” In Weimar Germany, jazz dancing was admiringly called “the Bolshevism of the ballroom.” Mr. Schivelbusch even traces the development of major bicycle and automobile races — which until 1914 ended and began in Paris — to the lasting reverberations of a defeated French culture and its physical aspirations for ethereal supremacy.

But there are also recriminations and justifications. The victor, after all, is a barbarian: the mercantile Yankee who, instead of fighting fair, torched towns, or the militant Prussian who lacked the cultivated sensitivities of the French, or the massed armies of decadent Europeans who could win only by drafting brash Americans into a worldwide war against Germany. Pride is taken in one’s defeated virtue. “Glory to the Conquered,” read the war memorial erected in 1874 in Paris.

Defeat may also be seen as the result of a betrayal — the corruption of the old order or the disloyalty of a general or the “stab in the back” that many Germans began to imagine took place during World War I. Such beliefs, Mr. Schivelbusch shows, reshape the culture of the defeated. The view that the Germans were stabbed in the back even fed evolving Nazi ideology: defeat was a failure of communal will, a betrayal engineered by social and racial saboteurs.

Xiao Xiao

Sunday, May 4th, 2003

I don’t know who or what Xiao Xiao is, but the Xiao Xiao stick-man kung-fu movies are really, really funny — in a hyperviolent kind of way. (You’ll need the Macromedia Flash Player installed to enjoy the later movies. The first is a simple .avi file.)

Danvers Asylum for the Criminally Insane

Sunday, May 4th, 2003

Geeks may know that Batman’s nemeses ended up in the Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. True geeks know that Arkham Asylum was named after the Arkham Sanitarium in the works of influential horror author, H.P. Lovecraft. Über-geeks know that Arkham Sanitarium was based on the Danvers State Hospital in Danvers, Massachusetts (formerly Salem Village). From Danvers Asylum for the Criminally Insane:

Before long I was pretty nearly a devotee, and would listen for hours like a schoolboy to art theories and philosophic speculations wild enough to qualify him for the Danvers asylum. (“Pickman’s Model”)

I’ve heard personally of more’n one business or government man that’s disappeared there, and there’s loose talk of one who went crazy and is out at Danvers now. (“The Shadow Over Innsmouth”)

The first two NecronomiCons, a convention devoted to the Cthulhu Mythos and H.P. Lovecraft, took place at the Sheraton Tara Resort, about a mile north of the hospital. The eerie, Gothic towers of the hospital can be seen from the hotel. Michael Ramseur has written a lengthy article titled Danvers State Hospital: A Perverted Holy Place? which explores the history of this site.

(Kudos to Kent for out-geeking me with this bit of trivia.)

Climber Who Cut Off Arm to Have Surgery

Sunday, May 4th, 2003

I’m still amazed by this story. Climber Who Cut Off Arm to Have Surgery:

Ralston was maneuvering around a narrow slot canyon just 3 feet wide when he put his right hand on the side of a boulder, and it shifted, pinning his hand. He was trapped. Ralston tried ropes, anchors, anything to move the boulder, but it wouldn’t budge. Temperatures dipped into the 30s at night, and still Ralston worked to free himself. By Tuesday, his water ran out. No climbers had come by.

When Ralston didn’t show up for his job at the Ute Mountaineer store in Aspen, friends called authorities. Vetere, a patrol sergeant with the Emery County Sheriff’s Office in Green River, got the call Thursday morning. A climber was several days overdue. His truck had been found, but no one had seen Ralston. Terry Mercer, a helicopter pilot with the Utah Highway Patrol in Salt Lake City, met Vetere and another deputy about 1 p.m. Thursday at Horseshoe Canyon, where Ralston’s truck was parked.

After reading notes and looking at Ralston’s equipment in his truck, Mercer and Vetere knew Ralston was an experienced climber. They figured he might have headed north up the trail, since it gets deeper and sharper the farther north it extends. Hikers and climbers who parked in the same lot as Ralston said they had gone south and didn’t see Ralston. Mercer flew for about two hours. Nothing. As he was about to land, he, Vetere and the other deputy looked down into the canyon and saw two people waving. They were tourists from Holland who had encountered Ralston as he tried to find help.

Ralston was covered in blood. Vetere was shocked at the sight ? dry and fresh blood coating his body. His red legs matched the red rocks, Vetere thought. Mercer radioed back to the command center in the parking lot: “He looks OK. He’s walking. He looks pretty strong.” After Ralston was helped into the helicopter, Mercer peeked back at him. Ralston’s right arm was in a makeshift sling made from a camelback used to carry water. “I was wondering what in the world happened,” Mercer said. Ralston leaned his head back in the helicopter and sipped on some water. Vetere kept him talking, so he wouldn’t lose consciousness.

After he ran out of water and no one had come for him, Ralston said he knew he would have to cut off his arm to save himself. He used his pocketknife he had stuffed into his shorts pocket. His rescuers didn’t ask to see it. He then rappelled down some 60-75 feet to the canyon floor and walked 4 to 5 miles before he saw the tourists from Holland. Vetere and Mercer almost didn’t believe it. Ralston was within a mile of his pickup truck. He almost didn’t even need to be rescued. Twelve minutes later, the helicopter arrived at Allen Memorial Hospital in Moab, Utah. Ralston walked into the emergency room without help, then pointed out on a map where he had been stuck.

Mercer and two other deputies went back into the canyon, hoping they could retrieve Ralston’s hand and that it could be reattached. Ralston had called the boulder a 200-pound rock, but Mercer could easily see it was at least 800 pounds. “We could see his rope that he had left hanging that he had rappelled down on,” Mercer said.

“It was very sobering because we saw the ropes he had rigged up to try and get a pulley action. To think he had sat there for five days working at getting his hand loose and finally deciding he had to do something to save himself,” he said.

The rock — covered in Ralston’s blood — wouldn’t move. Marks on the canyon wall indicated the rock had fallen 2 or 3 feet.