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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Chinese Geography in 1402: Europe is Minuscule, Porous, and Ugly

You know the term 'Eurocentric'? It’s the word we use when Western institutions and governments act like conceited, insensitive xenophobes and indigenous-crushing imperialists. Which has been known to happen.

But, as this map proves, Europe is not the only culture with a self-absorption problem.



This is a 1402 map of the world made in Korea, a copy of an older Chinese map. See that big mass in the center? That’s China. Africa and Europe are to the west. Japan, looming larger than it tends to on contemporary maps, is to the east. As you can see, the actually quite big European continent looks like a tiny mouth. It is like a mouth riddled with cavities.

Granted, Asia did not have much topographical information about the West, because, well, they hadn’t much explored there. But that doesn’t really excuse the contrast between imposing, solid China and the continents on either side that look like its appendages.

My point is that ethnocentricism itself is sort of worldwide. If there’s anything all cultures have in common, it is the tendency toward grandstanding and naval-gazing. Maybe everyone should just cop to it and try to be better.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Stonewall Jackson O'Lantern!

Memorial Day is kind of like Halloween for the military, isn't it? Except you eat bratwurst instead of candy corn, and you hold a seance to try to contact that wacky General George S. Patton or poor Robert E. Lee. (People do this, right?)

I say poooor Robert E. Lee because, dude, they turned his home, Arlington Estate, into Arlington Cemetery. Out of spite. And it was not initially a respectable cemetery, either. It was all impoverished Union soldiers who perished from rickets, buried under Mrs. Lee's begonias.
Just devastating.

I bet Bobby Lee haunts the shit out of Arlington.
Although he's not buried there.

P.S: Nobody should think I'm being disrespectful. Because I'm not.
Support the Troops & Hail to the Chief. Totally.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Seismic Manslaughter?

Between their perceptibly constant inaccuracy and their dunderheaded, buoyant cheerfulness, most people carry a lit cherry bomb of rage-hate in their hearts for the local weathercaster.

The toothsome halfwit says it will hail with the wrath of a cantankerous Poseidon after six jugs of ambrosia; however, it is now dry as a bone and sunny, and I am stuck shouldering an umbrella decorated with teletubbies to a business meeting with my boss, whose inner child has long since withered and died.

Poseidon has a very fickle bladder.

Weather people, we’ve established, are aggravating. Often, we feel that wrong forecast should be punishable by a good thump to the kidneys. It would do justice to them all.

But, what of justice on a larger scale, for weather predictions a little more high-stakes than a miscalculated morning spritz?

Several Italian seismologists are currently being prosecuted for their failure to predict a 2009 earthquake that killed 300 people.

Considering that seismological technology is not near advanced enough to predict earthquakes with any reliability, the move seems draconian. No one is to blame for a natural disaster, and ill-preparedness is more of a bureaucratic malfunction than scientific one. Probably, the Italian government is just trying to shift blame anywhere but on itself.

Still, I wonder what it’s like to work and live in a career heaped with so much unprevented carnage...

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Ku-weighty

74% of the Kuwaiti population is overweight.

I know this because my sister, an air force reservist who is being deployed to Kuwait in October, determined that such a statistic optimally characterized the country. It was the first thing she told me about Kuwait.

Oh good, I thought, they’re just like us.

In fact, I did not at first believe that any citizens of any country were more bloated than Americans. I was skeptical. But, there you have it.

By the way, the Air Force Sister is a Biggest Loser addict, among other weight loss shows/”health” infomercials/experiments in cruel schadenfreude. She is also chemically dependent on Intervention, which is wrong, and beside the point.

Kuwait may get its own version of The Biggest Loser. This is very good for the USAF, and very bad for obese citizens who like to guzzle shawarma, as pictured above (It looks similar to Greek gyros. Did I mention that Air Force Sister used to work at a Gyros place during high school? She should be right at home).

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The All-Natural Secret Spice


Holy crap, I was eating my angel food cake and spotted this thing crawling around in it. I flipped out mentally, but brought it out to my kitchen where the light was better and set it down to take pictures of it.

Thus begins a May 24th submission by “Freaked Out” on the insect-ophile website What’s That Bug. Freaked Out sent in his photo so that Daniel Marlos, the site’s blogger and operator, could identify the specimen gummed up in the cake.

Marlos informs us that the critter is a Lacewing Larva. “The Lacewing Larva,” he responds, “if it was capable of feeling, would have felt traumatized at the realization that it was no longer in a habitat conducive to hunting Aphids.”

Such empathy with insects seems to be exactly the reason d’etre of Marlos’ blog. One section, entitled “Unnecessary Carnage,” documents the various abuses done to bugs:

Insects are prone to unnecessary slaughter, be it from an overzealous homemaker who doesn’t want to see bugs, or from a strapping he-man who is a closet arachnophobe, or from a youngster who likes to torture. At any rate, we get a goodly amount of photos of poor arthropods whose lives ended prematurely. In an effort to educate, we present Unnecessary Carnage. This page is not intended for the squeamish.

And, indeed, it is not. The latest entry depicts a deceased centipede lying prone on its back, rigid legs splayed (not that a centipede’s legs aren’t always splayed. Here, the posture looks pretty gruesome, though). It was found in a bag of potato chips.


Marlos assures the submitter that it was “a harmless, beneficial House Centipede….[They] will help to keep the home free of Cockroaches and other undesirable creatures by feeding upon them at night.”

And, about the angel food cake, Marlos mentions the Insects Are Food blog, which lists the somewhat disturbing number of insects that get ground up in our food: Four larvae per 500 grams of berries; 80 microscopic insect fragments per 100 grams of chocolate; 60 fragments per 100 grams of peanut butter; and, my favorite, 30 eggs or two maggots, per 100 grams of pizza sauce. Mmm!

To be honest, I was the kind of little girl who went hunting for sidewalk worms after a rainfall… and then I wrapped them around my fingers like little fleshy rings. I also kept a special tin in my room specifically used for scooping up centipedes so I could deposit them outdoors without killing them. I was odd, I’ll give you that.

Now I’m thinking of liberating my inner 10-year old geek and making a totally humane, awesome insect trap.

For more bug related posts, see this neat blog, or this one. You should also checkout Daniel Marlos' book, The Curious World of Bugs.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Lawler Literature 003: BabaYagaology



What other variants are there in the typology? Those dotty old creatures surrounded by cats, whose neighbors break into their house one day and find them dead, in a stench of cat pee? Those greedy old hags of unquenched sexual appetite?....Those wealthy old women who submit hysterically to treatments—face-lifts, liposuction, hormone therapy, shit therapy if necessary—just to delay by a little the inexorable onset of age? Are spas not places which offer the illusion that they delay ageing? Yes, spas are the natural habitat of old hags, except that what used to be called a spa is now—same crap, different packaging—a wellness centre. p. 120

The above is an excerpt from Dubravka Ugresic's Baba Yaga Laid an Egg, translated from Croatian. The passage makes a valid point: old women are primarily characterized by their marginality and by their 'shameful' failure to remain youthful. For an in-depth analysis of the themes of Baba Yaga, I urge you to check out Jessa Crispin's article at NPR.org.

Meanwhile, I will just tell you that Ugresic's novel is a diptych revolving around elderly women who have more power than they would at first seem to possess. Though the world mocks them and underrates their usefulness, these women make things happen.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

So...


Same time next week?

Only with jaguars...or cicadas...or the Large Hadron Collider...or Halley's comet...or, the classic, a Flood?
I cast my vote for all of these world ending sh*t disturbing events at once. The flood will put out the fires and drown the jaguars, and then the survivors can dismantle the LHC and use the parts to build an arc. The appearance of the cicada swarm will indicate that we have sailed to the shore.
There, we will find a rainbow.

So much more compelling than the reappearance of a short, bearded Jewish man.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The End-Times IV: Carnage of the Jaguar


According to the Aztec, there were four previous worlds or 'suns', each...identified with a particular deity and race of humans. The sun of earth, Nahui Ocelotl, is destroyed by jaguars, creatures closely identified with the earth and the underworld. pp. 34


Admit it, jaguar slaughter would make for an awesome apocalypse. And, is it not comforting to know that humanity has weathered this sky-rending storm before? Pre-Christianity?
Also, see this article about the Millerites and their collective wrongness, and this clip from The Simpsons.

Wolfe Creek, A Nature Preserve Behind the K-Mart Parking Lot




I woke up obscenely early this morning and took a ride down to Wolfe Creek, a biking/walking trail near my home. Consider these phone photos proof that I got up, I went, I saw. Some of the pics are blurry, but whatev. And now my mission is to drink a metric ton of coffee so I can remain functional for the rest of the day.

Friday, May 20, 2011

The Swarm is Upon Us!


The largest brood of cicadas is due to emerge in the U.S. How exciting!
They are of the enchanting-sounding Magicicada subspecies, and they will be down along the east coast from Maryland to Georgia, and in the Midwest from Iowa to Oklahoma. Report sighting and find out more here.
When I first saw a cicada in Illinois I had a purple meltdown and smashed it with a tennis racket. The insect did not die quietly. Cicadas rarely do anything quietly.

P.S: Clearly, the rapture is nigh!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Teeth Whitening: A Slightly Gross History


Picture sike! This post is not actually about Zadie Smith, or her super awesome novel.

You know what I’m interested in today? The history of teeth whitening!

From an evolutionary psych perspective, I suppose we find white teeth attractive because sparkling molars are a sign of overall human health and vitality. It’s the same reason we find rosy cheeks and glossy hair attractive: no one wants to mate with someone who will potentially die in the next fortnight from rotten mouth syndrome, or any other degenerative illness for that matter. However, I’ve never given evolutionary psychology much credence. So, moving on…

Did you know, Renaissance-era barbers, who cut hair, cleaned teeth, and performed a horrible approximation of surgery, would whiten their customers’ smiles by using a metal file to pare down their teeth, and then brushing on a smudge of highly corrosive nitric acid?

First-Century Romans apparently discovered that the secret ingredient to good sparkle-making toothpaste was urine, which does in fact contain ammonia. Ammonia whitens, and urine is sterile, but I would hesitate to recommend this method.

By the way, the first bristle toothbrushes were introduced in China in the 16th century. The bristles were made of hog’s hair. Porker’s are so versatile.

Today, teeth whiteners are the fastest growing dental product, beating out floss, I imagine, which is cheaper and possibly healthier. Ubiquitous marketing wins again!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Pork Tips, Anyone?


Great. Now Mary Roach’s Stiff has me disturbingly interested in xenotransplantation, or “the transplantation of living, cells, tissues, or organs from one species to another, such as pigs to humans.” It is an entirely necessary procedure considering the dearth of viable organ donations made by humans.

Specifically, I’m fascinated by the similarity between human organs and non-human animals. I mean, of the entire animal kingdom, we are most similar to pigs. Pigs! Think of all the pork meat you’ve fried up and digested over the years before realizing this essential fact! Think of all the pork meat you will probably continue to consume, given that you are not religiously or ethically against it.

Here are some links that will be sure to upset anyone who is reading over your shoulder.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Lawler Literature 002:Human Cadavers, Animal Brains, and Shakespeare on Film


Lawler Literature is a feature in which I discuss books I've read, books I'm reading, books I've lent away, and books I've sold online as Lawler Books.

Here's an excerpt from Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach:

Outside the gate, we spend a long time scraping the bottoms of our boots on a curb. You don't have to step on a body to carry the smells of death with you on your shoes. For reasons we have just seen, the soil around a corpse is sodden with the liquids of human decay. pp. 69-70

Monday, May 16, 2011

Comic Book Encounters pt. 2


Welcome to the second half of my Free Comic Book Day review of, well, free comics. As I said last week, I got a random handful of comics that were distributed by my local comic store, Tenth Planet. I know almost nothing about comics, so consider these opinions to be those of the uninitiated. So, without further ado…

Sunday, May 15, 2011

LC Book Giveaway

The very cool LC's Adventure's in Libraryland is having a book giveaway for those who follow, comment, and promote the blog. I suggest any one interested enter now!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Lawler Literature 001: Lesbian and Gay Studies

Today my online bookstore, Lawler Books, sold The Lesbian and Gay Studies Reader.


This is actually a textbook I used often as an undergraduate (witness my rather destructive ink notes, highlighter blitzes, and coffee dribbles all over the pages). It contains articles written by many, many smart people from the LGBTQ community, including Judith Butler, Sue-Ellen Case, Marilyn Frye, Marjorie Garber, David M. Halperin, Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, and John J. Winkler. I am sad to give it up, but it is hefty as hell and I no longer have shelf space for it.


If you are at all interested in Queer Theory, you should obtain and metaphorically devour the following essays:


Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick


Sexual Indifference and Lesbian Representation,Teresa de Lauretis


Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence, Adrienne Rich (Full text at the link!)


The Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power, Audre Lorde (Another full text at the link!)


Based on these pieces, I wrote research papers with such turgid, gerund-laden titles as “Boundaries and Bodies: Manufacturing Difference and Attacking the ‘Other’” and “Disrupting Reproduction: Dysfunctional Mothers in Irish Culture”


Oh, college.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Comic Book Encounters

I have perused some manga in my time. I am not a super-fan, what with the kitten ears and the chibi obsession and the rape tentacles. But I liked some of the Clamp graphic novels. Hellsing and Blood Alone are also gory fun.

And that is really the extent of my comic book exposure. And, yes, I know manga aren’t comic books, exactly.

Fortunately, a close relative just became a comic book store clerk. Last weekend, as I’ve mentioned, was Free Comic Book Day, and God knows I can’t pass up shiny, bound pieces of paper (except hardcore butt porn. Pass. Although I think the more egregious porn has found a new home on the internet).

My books came from a local shop called Tenth Planet, where the owner wisely decided to distribute a stack of six randomized comics to each customer in lieu of letting them rifle through the entire collection themselves.

What follows is my unvarnished, novice opinion of the free comics I received.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

This Exists

There is a water bottle out there in the world that will take your vitals and monitor your water consumption for you, like some kind of robotic maître de/nutrition specialist. Yes, I can finally stop asking my Magic Eightball how much liquid (read: bourbon) to consume. Also, the i-dration bottle looks like an ominous alien artifact from the Stargate series. Maybe Dr. McKay used it to amp up Shepard’s puddle jumper. Or something.

Ehem.

Similarly, I present the Hydracoach. It has a digital display that “calculates your personal hydration needs.” I can’t be bothered with digital display screens, though. Call me when the soothing feminine voice of my water bottle can daily remind me to cram some more H2O down my gullet.

For those of you with an off-putting filtered water fetish: the Hydros purifies water without need of a tap (my thanks to Kelly White Philips for blogging about it in March). More altruistically, Timothy Whitehead won a James Dyson Award in 2010 for a bottle that uses UV rays to quickly sterilize unclean water for people in areas that lack broad sterilization systems. What is the difference between purifying and sterilizing?

My guess, a penthouse and a penicillin shot.

But among these fancified gadgets, for me, The ALEX bottle is the real honest-to-Poseidon MIRACLE. It is a water bottle that twists apart so that, holy hell, I can actually scrape the mildew off the sides every fortnight. The container I drink out of everyday could be literally, not just theoretically, clean. I can already taste the residual dish soap. If I had $30 to spare on a water bottle, it would be mine. My precious.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Sites

Like most people, I sometimes like to ride my bike in disorienting circles around town, occasionally snapping some amateur photos (or 'pics' if you prefer). These are some of those. Since this is my blog and all, you will have to tolerate them. Sorry.


Left: Here is one of our cemeteries. We actually have several. Possibly too many. Further back, you can see our iconic water tower (e.d: it's only iconic to the townspeople. A graphic of the tower is illustrated on the mayor's license plate, I believe.)









Right: Another shot of the cemetery, this time
an area absent of dead people, supposedly. A few
years back a different cemetery in our area became famous for "recycling" burial plots. So maybe there are dead people.








Left: To escape from morbidity for a moment, this pond is an odd oasis hidden in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. I hope it remains a secret between me and the maintenance staff.










Right: Before you ask, no, the place is not solely made up of tombstones, trees, and abandoned lots! However, those are among the few things I apparently like to photograph. I also enjoy derelict engine repair shops. See that windshield in the left corner? It is attached to a rusty, gutted Camry (or something like that, I don't know cars).
















Monday, May 9, 2011

Coming Attractions!


Lots of literary gems to look forward to over the next couple of weeks! I just bought 1) Baba Yaga Laid an Egg by Dubravka Ugresic [Read Jessa Crispin's review here.] 2) Stiff:The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach [My older sister was in a foul mood this morning, so I tried telling her about this book to cheer her up. It worked, which may reveal something about our shared DNA.]
Additionally, I got my paws on a stack of free comics from Free Comics Day. I'm really, really digging the Tomorrow Stories Special. One of the contributers was Alan Moore of Watchmen and V for Vendetta fame/infamy. TSS as an enterprise is brimming with LOL satire. But more on that later.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

English Literature 000:Urban Crime, Black Feminism & New England Puritans




The English Literature 000 segment of this blog will explore books I've sold (as Lawler Books on Amazon Marketplace), books I've read, books I'm reading, books I've bludgeoned folks with, ect.


The accidental theme of the week seems to be events in and about Washington D.C. Seriously, even the Pinkerton book I read last week mostly took place in D.C. And the Capitol was prominent in the news, too, as frat boys lit up the joint in order to celebrate the death of some notorious bearded man or something. Frat boys have a legendary antipathy towards beards, I'm told.



Anyway:



For Mother's Day, I got my NPR-worshipping mother The Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell. "I saw her on The Colbert Report/Daily Show," says Mom (To her, they are the same show), "She looks exactly the way I would have expected." She made this comment in approval of Vowell, obvs.



Still more literature on U.S History, because I love to gaze hypnotically at my country's navel. Thus, I've been reading Paula Giddings' When and Where I Enter. Ida B. Wells is now my personal icon. She was a sh*t-stirrer in the best possible way.



I finished Drama City by George Pelecanos this very morning. There is nothing like an operatic shootout between D.C gangsters to get the blood pumping. Pelecanos was a producer on The Wire, and reading this novel makes me want to devour the whole series during a solitary weekend. It is hopeful, human, elegiac, and violent without getting off on violence (although one character does get erect after stabbing women and watching rotwielers shred one another to pieces. Parental Warning).



Finally, Lawler Books sold Etendre y Hablar, a 1961 Spanish Language textbook. It's full of some very nostalgic illustrations, totally demonstrative of a certain conservative era at the tail end of the 50s, I guess. Stylistically, the sketches remind me of the opening credits from Bewitched. I'm guessing this aesthetic is the reason why the book sold. Certainly, it is not the most up-to-date Spanish primer. [Spanish Phrase of the Day: No sé lo que tengo]

Oh, and FYI: Vowell's book is about the East Coast (D.C counts as the East Coast, right? I didn't read the book); When and Where I Enter covers MLK jr's March on Washington; and Pelecanos' novel, as I've said, takes place in "Dodge City" (Pelecanos Note: "D.C don't stand for Dodge City").

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Putting the Spin on Osama

For the last few days I've been trying to articulate my ambivalence toward the celebratory atmosphere surrounding bin Laden's death. I think this post by Ben Alpers of U.S. Intellectual History does the job for me.
Personally, I feel relieved that bin Laden is gone. But I'm also wary of how people in powerful positions can use this event to achieve some irrelevant, or toxic, agenda. Cautious hesitancy during moments of unfettered patriotism and national pride should not go unacknowledged.


My Dad's Heating & A/C Repair Shop in south Chicago must be Kitten Mecca. He is regularly harassed by hordes of adorable homeless cats. This morning, the above kitty wore down all of his substantial powers of resistance. Too bad Mom is deadly allergic and we are all out of epi-pens.
The little anaphylaxis-inducer is currently residing in Dad's work truck, except when he's craftily escaping Alcatraz and stalking around the front bushes.
UPDATE: Ember the Cat (Yes, the above kitten) has been adopted by my sister, who lives in Ohio. In the mean time, she'll be staying with Melissa, our local armchair veterinarian (not that she knows how to declaw an iguana or anything, but she knew Ember was a boy, which is more than I can say). Here's one last picture of Ember, taken right before she makes her breakfast evaporate.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Pinkertons


The New York Times has an article about Team 6, the elite group of Navy Seals sent into Abottabad to kill Bin Laden. Since we are celebrating the 500 year anniversary of the Civil War, let’s look at an earlier government funded group of clandestine badasses.

The Pinkerton detectives were the 2.0 version of the CIA. Allan Pinkerton and his spies used subterfuge, disguises, pistols, and boldfaced manipulation to gather information about the Confederate military and to ferret out Confederate allegiances in the Capital. They are Steve McQueen Cool [roughly one kajillion megawatts of cool]. The Pinkertons deserve a movie, or a docudrama, or a webcomic, or at least an old-timey radio show.

Allan Pinkerton

Que?

Scottish-Born Detective, Union Spy, Conductor on the Underground Railroad, Jesse James Pursuer, and Founder of the Secret Service.

A Scene, If You Please?

“I was compelled to keep pretty close to him, owing to the darkness of the night, and several times I was afraid that he would here the footsteps of the man who accompanied me—mine I was confident, would not be detected as, in my drenched stockings, I crept along as stealthily as a cat. Twice, I imagined that he turned around as though suspecting he was followed, but as he did not stop, I reassured myself and plodded on. I could not, however, disabuse my mind of the fear that I had been seen, I could not relax my vigilance, and I resolved to take my chances of discovery. I knew who my man was, at all events, and now I must ascertain where he was going” (The Spy of the Rebellion pp 198).

Tell Me More!

Here, Pinkerton and his men have been sitting in the rain outside the home of a Southern ex-pat Dame who was, reportedly, gathering intel for the Confederates. A traitorous Union captain shows up, and Pinkerton takes off his shoes so he can climb on top of his associates’ backs and to see into the window. Of course, the Captain is very ostentatiously explaining classified military strategies to the Dame, gesturing to maps and whatnot. The Captain leaves and Pinkerton follows him into the night, still shoeless and muddy from the rain, only to be arrested by said Captain. Allan Pinkerton, you are clearly not as stealthy as a cat!

Price Lewis and Samuel Bridgeman

Que?

Pinkerton Agents

A Scene, If You Please?

“Lewis wore a full beard, and this was trimmed in the most approved English fashion, and when fully equipped for his journey he presented the appearance of a thorough well-to-do Englishman, who might even be suspected of having “blue blood” in his veins. In order that he might the more fully sustain the new character he was about to assume, and to give an added dignity to his position, I concluded to send with him a member of my force who would act in the capacity of coachman, groom, and body servant, as occasion should demand. The man whom I selected for this role was a jolly, good-natured, and fearless Yankee named Samuel Bridgeman” (The Spy of the Rebellion 160).

Tell Me More!

Lewis and Bridgeman posed as a wealthy, landed British Lord touring the countryside (Lewis) and his trusty servant (Bridgeman). The performance gained them access to high ranking Confederate officers. In fact, they affect the proper English accents and mannerisms so well that they were habitually invited to dine with the Southern hoi-polloi. Lewis was sure to gift his hosts with cheap wine poured into fancy, expensive bottles. Consequently, the two men got a good inside look at Confederate movements.

John Scobell and Carrie Lawton

Que?

A ”remarkably gifted“ former slave and Pinkerton’s “best female spy.”

A Scene, If You Please?

“The race now became an exiting one; the pursuers having emptied their weapons, without doing any harm to the escaping pair [Scobell and Lawton], did not take time to reload, but urged their horses to their utmost speed. They soon discovered that their horses were no match for those of the fugitives, and their curses were loud enough to be heard by both Scobell and his companion” (The Spy of the Rebellion, 296)

Tell Me More!

Scobell and Lawson were in Richmond trying to ship some important documents to Carrie’s husband, Hugh. They become embroiled in an intense chase when some Confederate soldiers outed them as spies. The chase ends dramatically, with Scobell skidding off his horse, taking a last stand, and shooting two of the pursuers in the head. Luckily, a patrol of Union soldiers was camped right around the corner, and both Scobell and Lawson survived their ordeal.

Timothy Webster

Que?

Perhaps Pinkerton’s most successful operative, he befriends garrulous and high-ranking members of the confederate army, escapes from prison, clocks a man who accuses him of being a spy (which, obviously, he is), and just barely avoids a shootout with a Union mob. In my mind, he is the nonfiction Mal Reynolds, complete with wicked farm boy charm.

A Scene, If You Please?

“Gentlemen, you can talk about hanging me, and perhaps there are enough of you to do it, but, by God, the first one that attempts to put his hands upon me is a dead man!” (The Spy of the Rebellion,106).

Tell Me More!

Webster is so good at pretending to be a Southern sympathizer that he is almost lynched by angry Union loyalists. He is only rescued by the lucky appearance of Pinkerton, who has a difficult time convincing the people that Webster is one of them.

But Webster was, nonetheless, doomed to hang a few years later. Price Lewis gives him up to the Confederacy in order to save his own skin. Civil War spies rarely came to a clean end, I’m thinking.
















Monday, May 2, 2011

If You Were Curious...

Osama Bin Laden is dead! Clearly, it is crucial that we get the opinions of wackadoo 9/11 Truthers, their various wingnut contemporaries, and other dissenters who run the gamut from relatively sane to thoroughly batshit.

Jason Bermas, creator of Truther favorite Invisible Empire, tweets: “Now that the BoogeyMan is officially dead, and SuperObama has saved the day, does that mean that these unjust Wars of aggression end? Nope!

Over at Infowars, Alex Jones reports that the U.S government has actually had Bin Laden “on ice” for years. So, be sure to scan the death photos for signs of freezer burn.

Relatedly, a photographer on MSNBC’s photo blog claims that the death photos are fakes. WARNING: Graphic Images.

A contributor from Black Listed News agrees with other Truthers that Osama has long been dead. In his estimation, this is all a concerted stunt. Also Osama totally wasn’t gay, you guys. That’s just C.I.A gossip.

FederalJack.com urges Americans to forgo celebrating outside the White House in D.C because Bin Laden’s execution was “a STAGED operation.” Staged as in CAPITAL LETTERS fake. Also, their Youtube video covering the D.C celebrations is not to be missed. It is a true gem in which correspondents Bob Tuskin & co. discuss via voiceover the C.I.A's "blatant acts of B.S," and how Bin Laden's 'death' is meant to distract the public from Obama's birth certificate (which, they observe, is so totally a fake, like everything else). Oh, and the D.C & NYC revelers might be paid actors. Because it is soooo unlikely that the citizens attacked on 9/11 might be genuinely celebratory at a moment like this. Total psyop/sarcasm.

And finally, Chris Hedges quite reasonably argues that killing Osama, fireworks and party hats aside, may not turn out to be such a good thing for the United States.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

About Un_Scene


Un_Scene is a project dedicated to contradictory images, complex texts, fringe characters, ambiguous identities, and anomalous cultural artifacts.
Sounds fun, yes? Let's go spelunking.


Un Lady Like




“More children from the fit, less from the unfit—that is the chief aim of birth control” –Margaret Sanger (Pic. Below)

As the above quote demonstrates, Margaret Sanger, founder of the American Birth Control League, was as racist as a White woman of the 1920s could be. If you are a contemporary feminist, it can be downright painful to acknowledge the diehard bigotry of proto-feminists in the late 19th-early 20th century. It’s agonizing to think that glorious contraceptives were once the tools of self-righteous eugenicists.

And the intolerance didn’t end with birth control supporters. Even Alice Paul (you know, Hilary Swank in Iron Jawed Angels, what with the hunger strikes and the tales of pissing in a public officials' shoes) advocated using the (White) woman’s vote as a counterbalance to all those Blacks and Foreigners. [See Paula Giddings' When and Where I Enter]

Humbling historical facts, to be sure.

I only bring all this up so I can segue into a discussion of Elizabeth Tyler, the first female member of the KKK. Officially, she was made the Klu Klux Klan Grand Chief of Staff of the Women’s Department in 1921. This was right around the time that women got the vote, something “Grand Emperor” Joseph Simmons seemed to approve of: “the splendid women of our great National Commonwealth ...are now citizens with us in directing the affairs of the nation.” So, you know, Bessie Tyler=Trailblazer.

She succeeded in this role for a number of years, despite a scandal in which she was arrested “at midnight in [her] sleeping garments, in a notorious underworld resort.” To put it less delicately, she was caught sexing it up, while, one assumes, sucking down a bottle of fine whiskey. During Prohibition. Oh, and, at the time, she was a prominent figure of the Anti-Saloon League, a woman’s group dedicated to eradicating booze and (probably) sex.

Once arrested, her and her partner in crime (also of the KKK) gave the police false names. Such behavior was obviously quite anathema to the way “splendid women” of the “Commonwealth” were supposed to behave. Allegedly, the high ranking members of the Klan helped bury the case by removing the court documents and arrest record. That is, until a journalist from The New York World exposed the cover up.

In sum, Tyler was First Lady of the KKK, a supposed women’s rights activist, an Anti-Saloonist, a degenerate alcoholic flapper, a convicted felon, involved in an unnerving conspiracy, and the subject of a journalistic investigation. She was a deplorable human being. And yet, her f-ed up convictions and contradictions make her a solidly entertaining historical character. She’s like the Sarah Palin of her day, if Sarah Palin smoked a joint, lied to the police, and openly endorsed hate crimes.