say it to my face (11. 743)

After Trump’s initial refusal to participate in a debate with his new challenger was seen as weak, particularly in the racist harangue following shortly afterwards Trump delivered during a panel discussion arranged by the National Association of Black Journalists calling Harris a DEI candidate (an insulting reference to Diversity and Equality Initiatives in the workplace that has become shorthand for the allegation that power and position for people from minority or marginalised groups is unearned), going on to expound that, “I didn’t know she was Black until a number of years ago when she happened to turn Black and now wants to be known as Black. So I don’t know—is she Indian or is she black?” The multiracial former chief prosecutor, senator and sitting US vice-president is of multiracial background and is both and is only a rehashing of the equally false birtherism rumour that questioned the legitimacy of Barack Obama—and another example of authoritarians othering and defining others instead of allowing them to define themselves. After backing-out didn’t play well with the public, Trump arranged to spar with Harris albeit changing the conditions, pushing back on the new format—from an ABC moderated forum to a townhall-style one with a live studio audience hosted by Fox News, Harris noted how “any time, any place” became “one specific time, one specific safe space,“ for the conservative network’s noted favour for the Republican candidate. Fewer than one hundred days before the election, it is uncertain whether there will be a public parlay in any format.

 synchronoptica

one year ago: assorted links worth revisiting (with synchronoptica) plus Arthur Conan-Doyle on tour

seven years ago: Trump’s transcripts, the evolution of trust plus an austerity cookbook for a divided Germany

eight years ago: the first private mission to the Moon

nine years ago: more links to enjoy plus Japanese myth and folklore

ten years ago: dazzle-camo plus novel ideas for carbon-sequestration

katzenkopf ii (11. 742)

Over the weekend, H and I returned with our neighbours and dogs to Frankish wine island of Sommerach, on the loop of the River Main. As the namesake of our campsite, it has one of the more famous and well-distributed vineyards of the region and dating from 1901, the one of the oldest cooperatives (Winzergenossenschaft) in Germany—we get most of our wine from the grocery stores from this area.

Landscaped by the creation of the canal connecting Volkach and Gerlachshausen (see above), the steep sloping hills and unique conditions of the soil, loamy and ancient limestone have made this spot particularly well suited for viticulture for untold generations. 

 For this visit, we toured more of the town and wandered the streets lined with individual wineries (Weingüter)—including a few with vending-machines after attending one tasting—which came to our campsite—and another in the historic Zehnthof, which delivered the cases we selected to the campground the next morning. Many of these buildings sourced to bureaucracies and tax regimes, began in medieval times because these “tithe farms,” originally storehouses for a tenth of harvests (see previously) collected by governing monasteries and other beneficent organisations from farmers individually were later given to a commissioned decimator to collect from tenants—the warehouses (see also) becoming stately manor homes for the overseers. 

 With the the end of ecclesiastical estates, this institution fell in the hands of prominent vintners representing the local industry. According to local lore, the name Katzenkopf comes from a woman who tried to dissuade her husband from drinking wine straight from the barrel and succeeded finally by frightening him into sobriety with a stuffed cat—otherwise a quick swat as a term for light corporal punishment of blow with the knuckles to the forehead.

 synchronoptica

one year ago: a banger from Madonna (with synchronoptica) 

seven years ago: Russia displeased with continued sanctions, emotional granularity plus drone delivery

eight years ago: a poem by Brian Bilston, a elevated superbus plus Thomas Edison’s clickbait

nine years ago: a visit to the Rennsteig plus more on Venus Flytraps

ten years ago: armchair coaching, Israel eavesdropping plus indoctrinating radio

mara nags mara sang mara snag (11. 741)

Courtesy of Web Curios, we are directed to this wonderful little tool that lets you type in any word or phrase you like and it will generate all possible anagrams (see previously here and here)—also in German, French and Spanish. Who knew that PfRC contained such substantial words as superhero, heretofore, theretofore, prosecutor, prefecture and usherette? Out of more than a hundred thousand three-word solutions, I haven’t found the perfect phrase yet—but perhaps creeper effects roofer quoth or scoffer croquet thereof peer are pretty good candidates. In addition to an aid for word puzzles, I think that this could also be useful for creating memorable passwords, or finding the hidden epithet in your name. Jeremy’s Hammer?

one-trick pony (11. 740)

Medalling for Team USA for the first time in the category of men’s gymnastics since 2008, it was fun to read the profile of this newly hailed hero, Stephen Nedoroscik, and his achievement on the pommel horse. Usually for the all-around competition, national teams choose an assortment of generalists for a range of events but for this summer’s Games, the American squad reserved one of those slots for a specialist to compete on the notorious challenging apparatus—originally a Roman teaching aid for mounting and dismounting and included in the ancient Olympic Games and was revived in its modern form in the nineteenth century by members of the Turnverein, garnering notice whilst waiting his turn on the sidelines during his teammates’ matches. Qualifying for the finals with a bronze, Nedoroscik is going for gold over the weekend.

eyechat (11. 739)

Via the always marvellous Nag on the Lake, we are directed to the latest project from Neal Agarwal (see previously) that pairs random strangers’ eyes in a video call, with no audio and no chatter, just focused on the narrow slit of one’s face, in order to appreciate the quiet and how much expression, connection happens within this band. I am no sure how matches are made—whether pre-recorded or two people live checking in at the same time but feel confident it’s above-board.

synchronoptica

one year ago: American Graffiti (with synchronoptica) plus backlinks and hat-tips

seven years ago: generative inspirational quotations, mapping the globe’s most spoken languages post a possessed podcast

eight years ago: assorted links to revisit plus a vertical forest in Milan

ten years ago: a deck of cards, Taishō Era art, disobedient objects plus wine maps

fourteen years ago: filming locations in Germany

🧭 (11. 738)

Via the Map Room, we are directed to Map Happenings’ tenth instalment of cartographic innovations (previously) that changed how we navigate in this in the long tail of that led to the founding and subsequent demise of MapQuest. A printing concern in Lancaster, Pennsylvania—notably in Amish country, a culture that famously eschews the transportation and technological developments that lead up to our subject, established in the mid-nineteenth century by one Richard Robert Donnelley, which acquired clients commissioning catalogues, magazines, telephone directories and marketing material convinced oil companies to distribute road maps (in the same vein as Michelin guides) for drivers and distributors ultimately a century later to Donnelley Cartographic Services and in 1990 a partnership with a startup called Spatial Data Services, accruing more clients in the industries of car-rental, travel agents, real-estate and motoring associations. Within a few years, accelerated and informed by the burgeoning internet, MapQuest was formed and expanded globally—the first (dis)service to offer geocentric advertising and satellite imagery. I can remember carrying around printouts for various itineraries, creased and well-worn or otherwise. Much more at the links above.

i miss lorina bulwer well known by that name (11. 737)

Via Nag on the Lake we are referred to the rather sad and anguished life of needleworker Lorina Bulwer through her lengthy embroidered autobiographic tapestries created after becoming an inmate of a workhouse in Great Yarmouth and consigned to the Female Lunatic Ward. These samplers—see also—contain a message of protest for her station and predicament, likely institutionalised by her brother after the death of her parents, her life’s history with some possibly creative genealogy—these artefacts first coming to the public’s attention after being misattributed to Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton similarly falsely confined by her novelist husband. Click through at the link up top for a full transcript of the longest (over four metres) hand-stitched missive, in all capital letters and with no punctuation, which makes this quiet legacy all the more poignant.

number one observatory circle (11. 736)

In anticipation of a new highly incriminating tape to be released the following week (see previously) that would likely result in impeachment or resignation, White House chief of staff Alexander Haig came to visit the vice presidential couple in their home in Alexandria, Virginia, the Fords not having yet had the chance to move to the official residence after the departure of Spiro Agnew and Ford’s elevation—urging him to be prepared to step up for his new role. Ford replied, “Betty, I don’t think we’re ever going to live in the vice president’s house. Meanwhile the same day congressional leadership scheduled the impeachment trial and approved gavel-to-gavel television coverage of proceedings.

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one year ago: the publication of Dune (with synchronoptica), assorted links worth revisiting plus Trump indicted for a third time

seven years ago: modern day presidential, alien ctenophores plus more links to enjoy

eight years ago: lavish lodgings for bees, isolating effects of technology, permanent botanicals plus augmented realities

ten years ago: the Croatian language

eleven years ago: Revivalist architecture plus classic book jackets as ice-cream flavours