• 03Jul

    Charles Darwin’s four-year naturalist expedition on the HMS Beagle took him to South America, the Galapagos, across the Pacific, Australia and back to South America. Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle is almost strictly a naturalist’s diary. Very little of the journal is devoted to telling stories unless they illustrate a natural phenomena; there is no overarching narrative and very little can be gathered of his fellow sailors.

    Darwin was indeed interested in people however and the Voyage is as much an anthropological study as it is a geological or biological one. Descriptions and impressions of natives in different parts of the world are some of the richest parts of the Voyage, particularly his experiences with the “filthy”, aggressive New Zealanders.

    But Darwin reserved his most passionate commentary on contemporary humanity for the last pages of his book. The Beagle briefly returned to Brazil “to complete the chronometrical measurement of the world” before sailing home to England. Darwin tells the story of his visit mostly through his “enjoyment in tropical scenery” then departs with some words on slavery.

    On the 19th of August we finally left the shores of Brazil. I thank God, I shall never again visit a slave-country. To this day, if I hear a distant scream, it recalls with painful vividness my feelings, when passing a house near Pernambuco, I heard the most pitiable moans, and could not but suspect that some poor slave was being tortured, yet knew that I was as powerless as a child even to remonstrate. I suspected that these moans were from a tortured slave, for I was told that this was the case in another instance. Near Rio de Janeiro I lived opposite to an old lady, who kept screws to crush the fingers of her female slaves. I have stayed in a house where a young household mulatto, daily and hourly, was reviled, beaten, and persecuted enough to break the spirit of the lowest animal. I have seen a little boy, six or seven years old, struck thrice with a horse-whip (before I could interfere) on his naked head, for having handed me a glass of water not quite clean; I saw his father tremble at a mere glance from his master’s eye. These latter cruelties were witnessed by me in a Spanish colony, in which it has always been said, that slaves are better treated than by the Portuguese, English, or other European nations. I have seen at Rio de Janeiro a powerful negro afraid to ward off a blow directed, as he thought, at his face. I was present when a kind-hearted man was on the point of separating forever the men, women, and little children of a large number of families who had long lived together. I will not even allude to the many heart-sickening atrocities which I authentically heard of;—nor would I have mentioned the above revolting details, had I not met with several people, so blinded by the constitutional gaiety of the negro as to speak of slavery as a tolerable evil. Such people have generally visited at the houses of the upper classes, where the. domestic slaves are usually well treated; and they have not, like myself, lived amongst the lower classes. Such inquirers will ask slaves about their condition; they forget that the slave must indeed be dull, who does not calculate on the chance of his answer reaching his master’s ears.

    It is argued that self-interest will prevent excessive cruelty; as if self-interest protected our domestic animals, which are far less likely than degraded slaves, to stir up the rage of their savage masters. It is an argument long since protested against with noble feeling, and strikingly exemplified, by the ever-illustrious Humboldt. It is often attempted to palliate slavery by comparing the state of slaves with our poorer countrymen: if the misery of our poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin; but how this bears on slavery, I cannot see; as well might the use of the thumb-screw be defended in one land, by showing that men in another land suffered from some dreadful disease. Those who look tenderly at the slave owner, and with a cold heart at the slave, never seem to put themselves into the position of the latter; what a cheerless prospect, with not even a hope of change! picture to yourself the chance, ever hanging over you, of your wife and your little children—those objects which nature urges even the slave to call his own—being torn from you and sold like beasts to the first bidder! And these deeds are done and palliated by men, who profess to love their neighbours as themselves, who believe in God, and pray that his Will be done on earth! It makes one’s blood boil, yet heart tremble, to think that we Englishmen and our American descendants, with their boastful cry of liberty, have been and are so guilty: but it is a consolation to reflect, that we at least have made a greater sacrifice, than ever made by any nation, to expiate our sin.

    It may seem at first to be a striking departure for a naturalist to exclaim on slavery but these are hardly separate issues for Darwin (as could be said for Henry David Thoreau, intimate with Darwin’s writings). In the Voyage of the Beagle, Darwin avoids broad conclusions on biological and geological forces but the holistic view of the world that will later contribute to his theory of evolution is already evident.

    Darwin, as a geologist, was considerably interested in the forces of the Earth on the landscapes he visited: the mountains of Chile, inland deserts of Australia and Pacific atolls for example. When Darwin looked at a rock formation, he considered the powers that molded it. But he looked at a bird in the same way, considering the slower, more patient forces behind its shape and color… like a rock.

    Similarly, through Darwin’s periscope, slavery serves to make a point about what he has observed in nature. Slavery, serving as a perfect example of human cruelty, is a unique phenomenon in nature. Nowhere in his voyage did Darwin witness cruelty except when encountering humans. Darwin understood better than anyone in his time how brutal nature was but it was not cruel. To abolish slavery, particularly in the Americas, was to bring humankind more in line with the laws of nature he observed in his trip around the world.

  • 24May

    Brooklyn, New York, is undergoing a bit of a Renaissance this past decade and any period of success is going to lead to development for better (superfunding the Gowanus Canal) or for worse (the Ratner complex downtown). Nowhere in Brooklyn are these changes more apparent than the waterfront.

    Miles and miles of old industry and rusted shells of piers are giving way to rolling green hills, trees, organic markets and wildlife reserves. Rejuvenated warehouses - boarded up and coated in graffiti not 15 years ago - now have green supermarkets, pottery classes and homemade jewelry. The change on the Brooklyn waterfront is a good metaphor for the general cultural shift in Brooklyn.

    Because the Brooklyn waterfront is incomplete and neighborhoods like Red Hook are still adjusting to the change, the area is a curious twist of the old and the new. Solar panels and vegetable gardens are intwined with anchors, enormous truck tires and other toss-ways of a once bustling port. Cranes loom in the distance.

    Here at sunset in Red Hook, you are looking at the Statue of Liberty beyond the little barge that serves as the waterfront museum.

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  • 19May

    The Guardian’s Adam Nicholson muses on the bluebell - now in full bloom - and asks users to send in their photos. He writes:

    But there is another quality that makes the bluebell magical: it is in a hurry. The flowers have to beat the closing over of the tree canopy and their rush to become themselves is what makes them taut and glossy, with so much damp in them that you can’t rub one bluebell leaf past another. The mineral green leaves cling to each other, like wet flesh to wet flesh. It doesn’t last. As soon as they are perfect, they are over. Within a couple of weeks, the entire population will be drowned as if a flood has run through the wood. Now is the moment: it’s when spring turns into summer.

    This photo was taken by Chris Dolby in Middleton Woods, Ilkley, West Yorkshire.

    REFERENCE

    Common Bluebell (Wikipedia)

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  • 09May

    In woodworking, the dovetail joint is not only a joy to cut, fit and finish but it is one of the sturdiest ways of joining a right angle. The dovetail joint is most often employed with boxes and drawers. The Shakers frequently used the dovetail joints for a wide variety of furniture, most notably with blanket chests and chests of drawers.

    The plain dovetail joint consists of a pin and a tail. Multiple pins are cut into the ends of one board. Three or more pins are advised for sturdiness. Because of the decorative quality of the dovetail, the pins should be cut from the sideboards to face through the tails cut in the front board. The pins are shaped with a simple pull saw. As much waste is cut out with a table saw or jig saw. The last of the waste, particularly between the pins, is removed patiently with a chisel.

    Once the pins are cut (in this case only two), they are traced on to the board they will fit. The tails are then cut with a pull saw and the waste is chiseled out. It’s best to err on the inside of your pencil marks. The pins can later be chiseled down when the boards are being joined.

    Both the pin and the tail are cut about one eighth of an inch deeper than the width of the joining board. It’s better to have wood sticking out than not having enough to make a strong joint.

    To get a dovetail joint right, the pin and the tail must fit snugly and require a good whack with a mallet to get into place. It’s said that a perfect dovetail joint doesn’t require glue and will never weaken.

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  • 05May

    NASA has released images from its new Solar Dynamics Observatory, launched in February 2010. For once, NASA had the good sense to take video of space phenomena - far more elucidating than still photographs (in black and white or false color no less). These videos give us a new understanding of out star. If you’ve ever looked into a fire and wondered what it is, this video will captivate you.

    The SDO is part of a wider NASA program, Living With a Star, working on missions to observe and explore the bizarre workings of the Sun. As our success or failure as a species is tied to our star’s, LWS is a wise endeavor.

    REFERENCE

    Solar Dynamics Observatory (NASA)
    Solar Dynamics Observatory (Wikipedia)

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  • 26Apr

    Gizmodo’s Joel Johnson argues in his ”iPad Cases Even a Nazi Communist Cartophile Could Love” that old map cases will make for a perfect iPad case. A map case?

    Luckily, the article is moreover a thorough introduction to map cases.

    What’s a map case? It’s a case for maps, those pieces of paper your great-grandfather used to figure out exactly what part of Omaha Beach he’d overshoot by a few miles or what part of Poland looked most ripe for annexing. They were precious. Replacing a lost map took time. There was a severe shortage of Epson printers in the forward positions of a battlefield.

    Maps were a sign of authority, because only those who made the decision on where to go actually needed them. That’s why map cases were reserved for the elite, officers or pilots. They were leather. They were trim and elegant. At least the best ones were.

    This article is well worth the read because it takes you through many different designs from the Soviet tri-fold to Maoist China. Johnson cracks about the black-leather Nazi map case: “That is the map case of a war machine in it to win it…”

    The dimensions are certainly right for an iPad. As for the style, Johnson says an old map case is more stylish than the current variety of “horrid, all foam and nylon” accessories. Modern anachronists would agree that the enduring work of a leather craftsman is more sporting than the disposal variety from an unknown factory maybe in Asia.

    Photo credit to Military Antiques and Museum linked through the Gizmodo article. It’s German Luftwaffe 1939.

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  • 16Apr

    While io9’s “10 Weirdest Urban Ecosystems on Earth” seems to stretch the topic of ecosystems into urban curiosities, Charlie Jane Anders features a few interesting tales of nature’s relentless effort to reclaim the land humankind has urbanized. From wild dogs adapting to the Moscow subway system to pollution-resistant microbes in the Gowanus canal, its a worthy read.

    Anders on the 500 stray dogs adapting to life in Moscow’s Metro:

    The dogs have developed a keen instinct for which Muscovites are likely to feed them and which ones to avoid — an important survival trait since one Moscow woman stabbed a Metro dog a few years ago. And instead of the strongest or fiercest dog being the Alpha dog of the Metro dog packs, the smartest one generally is, according to experts who’ve studied them. Not only that, but some of the Metro dogs have learned to ride the subway on their own, apparently recognizing stations based on the conductor calling out their names, plus sense of smell — and this lets them add multiple stations to their territories. They even have their own website. For other examples of weird urban animals, check out the baboon gangs of Cape Town and the coyotes of Los Angeles.

    Stories like this conjure images from Terry Gilliam’s Twelve Monkeys in which bears, lions and wolves roam an abandoned Philadelphia (and presumably all the world’s cities). Or the History Channel series Life After People. Every time you see ivy crawling over an old building or pigeons nesting in the rail station, you are looking on the early battles of what would be a quick conquest of our cities by nature if our constant upkeep (pulling up weeds, laying down rodenticide, trimming branches around utility lines) did not retard it.

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  • 07Apr

    The lines and patterns in leaves are universal in life. While the patterns are easy to describe, their meaning is not. Abstracted rules for survival could include dividing and reaching. The need for food is most apparent in the tree which divides itself into branches upon branches to harvest more sunlight and, of course, in the roots which must divide and reach to absorb soil nutrients and anchor the growing tree. The stalk and mid-rib of the leaf are as the trunk of the tree; the lateral veins as branches. While the metaphor does not extend to specific function, the dividing and reaching is there.

    Pressing and labeling leaves may be an errand for kindergardeners or 19th century naturalists. That is, if you are into crafts, this may be a boring exercise. However, if you can look into a leaf and see more - unspoken or misunderstood laws of nature, for example - seek out your favorite leaves, a frame and a nice piece of paper… and be sure you have identified the species accurately.

    The leaf on the right is from the Kentucky Yellowwood. This leaf was taken from a tree in City Hall Park in downtown Manhattan. This leaf has been tucked away in a tree-spotting book for six months identified as “black walnut”. This tree, however, has never born walnuts. Why? Because this amateur tree-spotter looked at the leaf only. The bark and fruit of the tree can’t be ignored. Thus, the Kentucky Yellowwood (or Cladrastis kentukea) is framed as a reminder to evidence thoroughly before reaching a conclusion on the species. Remember: leaf, bark AND fruit.

    The leaf to the left is that of the hallowed American Chestnut (Castanea dentata). Once the most sought-after and revered tree (side from the white pine for mainmasts) for its superior hardwood and fruit (yes, the chestnut), the American Chestnut was completely wiped out by a foreign fungus in 1908. It was one of the earliest and most comprehensive cases of invasive species. The American Chestnut is usually felled by the fungus before it reaches maturity.

    This chestnut leaf was taken from a grove owned by the state of Connecticut for the purpose of breeding a fungus resistant chestnut. (The horticultural equivalent of bringing back the American Buffalo.) There were once two leaves pressed in the tree-spotting book but the wider of the two lost an eighth of an inch and its distinct teeth.

    If you decide to frame your own leaves in this way, please email a photo and some background. Spring is here so you won’t have to wait much longer for big, beautiful - and universal - leaves to press and frame.

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  • 04Apr

    Edgar Allen Poe’s only novel, ‘The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket’, familiarly ‘Arthur Gordon Pym’, was a response to criticism of the unprofitability of his short stories. Poe, with some sarcasm, responded by putting his stamp on the popular American sea adventure. The novel is told from Pym’s perspective and Poe pretends to be only the editor of the manuscript. Pym’s adventure from Massachusetts to the South Pacific is a series of anxious sea tales including violent mutiny, shipwreck, swarming sharks, ghost ships, cunning savages and, of course, being buried alive.

    In 1930, the Limited Editions Club published Pym with woodblock prints by commercial designer Rene Clarke. Most of the illustrations are adventure scenes including the gull flying over the shipwrecked Grampus with a man’s liver hanging from its beak as well as less atrocious moments.

    But what’s most interesting are two portraits. The first is of the half-savage mutineer Dirk Peters, Pym’s sole companion at the mysterious ending.

    Pym, or Poe, regarding Dirk Peters:

    Two savages fell, and one, who was in the act of thrusting a spear into Peters, sprung to his feet without accomplishing his purpose. My companion being thus released, we had no further difficulty. He had his pistols also, but prudently declined using them, confiding in his great personal strength, which far exceeded that of any person I have ever known. Seizing a club from one of the savages who had fallen, he dashed out the brains of the three who remained, killing each instantaneously with a single blow of the weapon, and leaving us completely masters of the field.

    Clarke’s portrait is truly of a mutineer capable of dashing out brains.

    The other portrait is of Too-wit, the chief of the savages, who springs a night time attack on the Jane Guy after lulling the crewmen with kindness and grace.

    This edition was come upon in the hard-cover classics corner of New York City’s Strand Bookstore, bursting with 19th Century American literature. 1500 copies of this edition were signed by the illustrator. Those copies fetch anywhere between $50 and $200 online. Unsigned but in impeccable condition (the pages are pristine and hardly dulled), this edition - for which $20 was paid - could go for $50 to $75. It will join other old books more valuable to the intellectually curious than the collector.

    REFERENCE

    The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (Google Books)

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  • 03Apr

    The vibrancy of the daffodil (or ‘narcissus’) no matter what the color is, like the robin, one of the first signs of spring. In Brooklyn, the daffodils began to come up on March 18th. A walk in Prospect Park reveals that spring has indeed arrived.

    The daffodil, like the tulip, is a long-domesticated bulb flower and dozens of varieties are entirely manmade. It’s very likely that the yellow and the hybrid ‘Geranium’ species that lurk in every corner of Prospect Park are garden plants run amok.

    In celebration of spring (and the daffodil), William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”:

    I wandered lonely as a Cloud
    That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd
    A host of dancing Daffodils;
    Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
    Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

    The waves beside them danced, but they
    Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
    A poet could not but be gay
    In such a laughing company:
    I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:

    For oft when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude,
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the Daffodils.

    The heavy head of the daffodil bounces in the wind. Where daffodils are planted densely, on a windy day, the bobbing looks like the sea.

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