What a time I had with you.
What a time I had with you.
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Here,in the room of my lifethe objects keep changing.Ashtrays to cry into,the suffering brother of the wood walls,the forty-eight keys of the typewritereach an eyeball that is never shut,the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest,the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde,the sockets on the wallwaiting like a cave of bees,the gold ruga conversation of heels and toes,the fireplacea knife waiting for someone to pick it up,the sofa, exhausted with the exertion of a whore,the phonetwo flowers taking root in its crotch,the doorsopening and closing like sea clams,the lightspoking at me,lighting up both the soil and the laugh.The windows,the starving windowsthat drive the trees like nails into my heart.Each day I feed the world out therealthough birds exploderight and left.I feed the world in here too,offering the desk puppy biscuits.However, nothing is just what it seems to be.My objects dream and wear new costumes,compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my handsand the sea that bangs in my throat.
Anne Sexton.
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NASA has broken the record for the farthest laser communication ever sent! We sent a laser signal to our Psyche spacecraft about 290 million miles away.
— Bill Nelson (@SenBillNelson) October 4, 2024
Congrats, team. This extraordinary achievement will transform the way we explore the solar system. https://t.co/C8BjC4hOdy pic.twitter.com/JdPx0dT48S
This is pretty cool:
That’s the same distance between our planet and Mars when the two planets are farthest apart.
...“The milestone is significant. Laser communication requires a very high level of precision, and before we launched with Psyche, we didn’t know how much performance degradation we would see at our farthest distances,” said Meera Srinivasan, the project’s operations lead at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California. “Now the techniques we use to track and point have been verified, confirming that optical communications can be a robust and transformative way to explore the solar system.”
...By transporting data at rates up to 100 times higher than radio frequencies, lasers can enable the transmission of complex scientific information as well as high-definition imagery and video, which are needed to support humanity’s next giant leap when astronauts travel to Mars and beyond.
As for the spacecraft, Psyche remains healthy and stable, using ion propulsion to accelerate toward a metal-rich asteroid in the main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.
Ion thrusters are pretty cool, too.
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This is the Stairway of the 90s.
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Nothing's in the nest. No needles. No newborn ravens.Maybe something like night in the deep hollow,an eggshell planet, cracked in the middle, an empty bowl of soup.Nothing's in the nest. No thread. No webs of words.Maybe something like my navel, the eclipse of a magnifying glass.A slice, mute with regard to its empty depths.In the nest, nothing. The web unwoven. Dismembered.In the space, something, yes. A piece of cloth. Sounding like flagstaking wing, a worm in its beak and suddenly, eyes, my eyeswhich, cutting across the empty air, direct themselves at something noiseless
over there.
Valerie Mejer Caso.
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Happy Chimp Mode Day to all who celebrate! Revisiting a post on the old new blog:
6 years before sinuses caused problems, [Wally Schirra's] first mission was an important step in the journey from the Earth to the moon. Schirra noted in his pilot's flight report:
One of the main objectives of this flight was an engineering evaluation of the spacecraft systems to determine their capabilities for an extended mission. In line with this objective, we wanted to demonstrate that the consumable supplies could be conserved sufficiently to permit longer duration flights in the future using the Mercury spacecraft. Of course, most of the consumables, such as water, electrical power, and contaminant filters, will have to be increased, but it is still important to determine the long-term consumption rates.
Since this was to be an engineering evaluation, the name chosen for my spacecraft was that of the mathematical symbol for summation, sigma, with the number 7 added to it for the seven-member Mercury astronaut team. and symbol that was painted on the spacecraft, Sigma 7.
I like the departure from whimsical names - Glenn's Friendship or Carpenter's Aurora, f'rinstance - of spacecraft. Don't get me wrong, I dig callsigns like Snoopy and Gumdrop, but this flight did represent a rigorous phase in Gemini that was a bit more than merely showing we could get a guy home alive.
There was a significant launch delay due to a malfunctioning fuel-control valve in the Atlas LV-3B booster (friggin' woke NASA), but crew and vehicle achieved all mission objectives. And with that, the program was able to move ahead to Gordo's day-long spaceshot (the last with a solo astronaut).
I'm too young to have watched any of these pioneering missions, but I've been a spaceflight fan from the git go. In fact, my first piggy bank was a Mercury capsule.
I vividly remember one naptime when I was 5, shaking the thing to dump out some quarters. Of course it was a noisy enterprise, and my mother called to me, asking what I was doing. "Just counting my money!"
Then I snuck out to walk down to the corner store because I wanted to buy...something, anything. What's the point of money if you don't spend it? Well, Mom's no fool, and she caught me in the store asking an employee what I could buy with a dollar.
Almost forgot that I'd already blogged about this a couple years ago; glad I remembered so I didn't have to reinvent the wheel, or rocket, or whatever.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about testing spacecraft for some reason, and this is a good mission to consider. Mercury-Atlas 8 overall was fundamentally perfect, although Schirra's pressure suit had some issues with temperature control.
Before that, Carpenter's MA-7 had a targeting error, splashing down 250 miles off-course. On MA-6, it wasn't clear if Glenn would survive re-entry. And of course there's MA-4, wherein Gus's spacecraft sank.
Takes a while to get everything right. And it's always risky.
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Just over 10 years ago at Grandma's in Estacada, probably a little anxious about the 36 Pit Fire.
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Stairway is the Boléro of the 70s.
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This is how the wind shifts:Like the thoughts of an old human,Who still thinks eagerlyAnd despairingly.The wind shifts like this:Like a human without illusions,Who still feels irrational things within her.The wind shifts like this:Like humans approaching proudly,Like humans approaching angrily.This is how the wind shifts:Like a human, heavy and heavy,Who does not care.
Wallace Stevens.
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Smith takes 3- pages to lay out the details for how Trump and Guiliani, et al. actively tried to disrupt the certification of Biden's win in Arizona, Georgia, Michigan, Nevada, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and with voting machines across multiple states. 9/
— Amee Vanderpool (@girlsreallyrule) October 2, 2024
Hamilton in Federalist 68:
It was...peculiarly desirable to afford as little opportunity as possible to tumult and disorder. This evil was not least to be dreaded in the election of a magistrate, who was to have so important an agency in the administration of the government as the President of the United States. But the precautions which have been so happily concerted in the system under consideration, promise an effectual security against this mischief.
The choice of SEVERAL, to form an intermediate body of electors, will be much less apt to convulse the community with any extraordinary or violent movements, than the choice of ONE who was himself to be the final object of the public wishes. And as the electors, chosen in each State, are to assemble and vote in the State in which they are chosen, this detached and divided situation will expose them much less to heats and ferments, which might be communicated from them to the people, than if they were all to be convened at one time, in one place.
Nothing was more to be desired than that every practicable obstacle should be opposed to cabal, intrigue, and corruption. These most deadly adversaries of republican government might naturally have been expected to make their approaches from more than one querter, but chiefly from the desire in foreign powers to gain an improper ascendant in our councils. How could they better gratify this, than by raising a creature of their own to the chief magistracy of the Union? But the convention have guarded against all danger of this sort, with the most provident and judicious attention.
LOL, he must feel like a fucking idiot now.
Speaking of which, I used to be resolutely against the National Popular Vote compact, but 21st century elections have shown it is high time to rid ourselves of the clunky, white supremacist, vote distorting Electoral College. Eat Arby's.
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This is the Boléro of the 80s.
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I’m going to look at my watchthough I don’t really care what time it is.Just slightly curious.It’s funny when you seeit’s much earlier or laterthan you thought,but even funnier when it’s exactlythe time you thought.But at my back etc.Etc. being“Desarts of vast Eternity.”I give up.It’s eleven eleven.What ever happensat eleven eleven?Vast eternity!
Ron Padgett.
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A tale of 2 tweets:
SpaceX Crew Arrives at International Space Station to Retrieve Stranded Astronauts pic.twitter.com/uNYN1zGETB
— Breitbart News (@BreitbartNews) October 1, 2024
And:
A SpaceX mission arrived at the ISS with two astronauts instead of four to leave room for NASA astronauts Suni Williams and Butch Wilmore on the return trip in early 2025. https://t.co/7kXv5sLKAb
— Smithsonian Magazine (@SmithsonianMag) October 1, 2024
First one has that same shitty framing that I hate so very much. Not surprising given who's doing the tweeting. Also not surprising to see Elon's fluffers (before I blocked them, as is my wont) say stupid things about Boeing, NASA, and the Biden-Harris administration, clearly unaware of Falcon 9's own problems, let alone the reality of the entire situation.
The second one is perfect. Objective and factual, not sensational, using no loaded words like 'stranded' or 'retrieve' or 'rescue'. 10/10, no notes.
Update: this is exemplar:
Do...uh, do they think NASA built Starliner?
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I find the backstory to this little tune quite interesting.
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When you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or notand for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerstill the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mullein flutteringon the stalks that leanover their brokenshadows across the cracked groundbut they all knowthat you have comethe seed heads of the sagethe whispering birdswith nowhere to hide youto keep you for lateryouwho fly with themyou who are neitherbefore nor afteryou who arrivewith blue plumsthat have fallen through the nightperfect in the dew
W. S. Merwin.
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Falcon 9 launches are on hold again.https://t.co/4YP8up2cxM
— Stephen Clark (@StephenClark1) September 30, 2024
Oh, just following up from my post t'other day. I guess one of the things that really chaps my ass is how some folk think Elon's rockets and spacecraft are perfect, so why bother with inferior platforms, when in reality, space travel is inherently dangerous and things go wrong despite our best efforts.
Here's what's going down:
SpaceX is investigating a problem with the Falcon 9 rocket's upper stage that caused it to reenter the atmosphere and fall into the sea outside of its intended disposal area after a Saturday launch with a two-man crew heading to the International Space Station.
The upper stage malfunction apparently occurred after the Falcon 9 successfully deployed SpaceX's Crew Dragon spacecraft carrying NASA astronaut Nick Hague and Russian cosmonaut Aleksandr Gorbunov on SpaceX's Crew-9 mission. Hague and Gorbunov safely arrived at the space station Sunday to begin a five-month stay at the orbiting research complex.
...This is the third time SpaceX has grounded the Falcon 9 rocket in less than three months, ending a remarkable run of flawless launches.
SpaceX's upper stage failed during the July 11 launch of a batch of 20 Starlink Internet satellites, stranding the payloads in a lower-than-planned orbit that caused them to reenter the atmosphere and burn up. This was the first mission failure for a Falcon 9 rocket in 335 missions since 2016, a record unmatched in the history of space launch vehicles.
I'm glad SpaceX is taking things seriously. No matter how small the anomaly - say, your comms on Apollo 1 - it is critical to understand why there was a failure and to address it, even if your crew makes it into orbit just fine. As Richard Feynman said after Challenger: "The equipment is not operating as expected, and therefore there is a danger that it can operate with even wider deviations." At some point, the house of cards just might come crashing down.
This is true not only of new systems, but even things that have worked well for a long time. Frank Borman testified following NASA's investigation into The Fire: "We had over 3,000 hours of experience testing in a hundred percent oxygen...I am afraid that we overlooked the potential hazard of combustibles, pure oxygen and an ignition source."
Before that, we had Gemini 8's near disaster, which Neil Armstrong skillfully handled, saving not only the lives of himself and Dave Scott, but probably also the space program itself. Even after 6 successful flights of the Command and Service Module, Lovell, Swigert, and Haise almost died in the Apollo 13 explosion. There was a problem with the fuel cells on the second Space Shuttle flight; the fix potentially could've caused the third to explode.
Soyuz MS-25 returned home last week, but its launch had been delayed a few days in March because of a power issue. That's been a very reliable spacecraft, although Soyuz MS-22 had to be replaced in space back in '22 because of a coolant leak (micro-meteorite impact). And then there was Soyuz MS-10, which was aborted in '18 just a few minutes after liftoff when the boosters of their launch vehicle - in service since 2001 - failed.
Oh yeah, SpaceX also lost a Crew Dragon capsule in 2019. That was on the ground, and it exploded while testing...the abort system.
It's been said that people started to lose interest in Apollo because going to the moon had become "routine" until 13. There is nothing routine about slipping the surly bonds of Earth.
Selah.
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With bombs and the Devil, and the kids keep comin'.
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War calls me
And I have to go.
If I had money
It wouldn’t be so.
Miguel de Cervantes.
PS - A print of that Picasso sketch hung in the hallway near my childhood bedroom, and it kinda freaked me out, not gonna lie. Featured in some nightmares, in fact, although now I love it. Perhaps explains some things...
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How it started. (Opted for a more peaceful picture than the usual.)
How it's going. (Okay, he's not really cake, just roll with it.)
The boy survived multiple placental abruptions and the swine flu pandemic, spent time in NICU and the pediatric ward being bombarded with UV light, lived on both sides of the continent with countless animals, has made friends at 5 different schools, and now is an independent and curious young man who only sometimes needs to be reminded about the trash. I'm having trouble believing my bubsy is 15.
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Early fall looks both ways
into the year—how we will outsmart
the distance. Behind us, our childhoods
wave goodbye in the rearview mirror.
Carolyne Wright.
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#BREAKING SpaceX launches rescue mission for 2 NASA astronauts who are stuck in space until next year https://t.co/v4AMjpGGiT
— ABC7 Eyewitness News (@ABC7) September 28, 2024
I mean, yeah, I guess Crew 9 now kinda sorta counts as a "rescue" mission, but I hate this frame so much.
The original 4-person crew was announced in January, with a launch targeted for August (all these things take a lot of planning far, far in advance of what we see on TV). NASA did delay the mission and make a crew adjustment so Suni and Barry - who are just fine - will come home in February on that vehicle since their test item returned uncrewed out of a surfeit of caution.
The term 'rescue' is loaded, suggesting that they are somehow lost in space and SpaceX has heroically scrambled to get them back before they run out of life support. Like NASA has no contingency plans when testing spacecraft. Those 2 members of the Boeing Crew Flight Test mission are still doing their jobs, now part of Expedition 72, which is commanded by...Suni (who says she is in her happy place).
We've seen shuffles like this before. Gemini 6A was the result of an exploding Agena target vehicle in '65 (they conducted the first successful rendezvous in Earth orbit - because Gemini 4 failed to - with Gemini 7 instead) . Apollo 8 as we know it today came about because the Lunar Module was behind schedule (didn't go up until March '69 on Apollo 9). Stuff happens when you're working with new platforms.
Everybody's acting like this is Apollo 13 or a West Wing episode, and it's just fucking dumb.
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Eat your cereal with a fork and do your homework in the dark.
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She whom the god had snatched into a cloud
Came up my stair and called to me across
The gulf she floated over of despair
Came roaring up as through triumphal arches
Called I should warm my hands on her gold cope
Called her despair the coping of her fire.
William Empson.
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Sweetness heart, what watch? Ten watch. Such much?
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IV:
His soul stretched tight across the skiesThat fade behind a city block,Or trampled by insistent feetAt four and five and six o’clock;And short square fingers stuffing pipes,And evening newspapers, and eyesAssured of certain certainties,The conscience of a blackened streetImpatient to assume the world.I am moved by fancies that are curledAround these images, and cling:The notion of some infinitely gentleInfinitely suffering thing.Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;The worlds revolve like ancient womenGathering fuel in vacant lots.
T. S. Eliot.
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Do you remember the 26th night of September?
On September 26, 1777, the British began an eight-month occupation of the city of Philadelphia during the American Revolution. This allowed British troops to spend the winter billeted in comfortable quarters, while Washington’s troops suffered at Valley Forge. When France recognized the United States and declared war on Great Britain in February 1778 British war strategy changed to meet the new threat, and the army evacuated Philadelphia on June 18, 1778.
Fortunately, the Continental Congress had engaged in a risk assessment on September 14:
Resolved, That if Congress shall be obliged to remove from Philadelphia, Lancaster shall be the place at which they shall meet.
...Resolved, That the public papers be put under the care of Mr. Clark, and that he be empowered, upon the Congress removing to Lancaster, to procure wagons sufficient for conveying them thither, and apply to General Dickinson, or any other officer commanding troops in the service of the United States, who is hereby directed to furnish a guard to conduct the said papers safe to Lancaster.
Then on the 18th:
Adjourned to 10 o'Clock to Morrow.
During the adjournment, the president received a letter from Colonel Hamilton, one of General Washington's aids, which intimated the necessity of Congress removing immediately from Philadelphia; Whereupon, the members left the city, and, agreeable to the resolve of the 14, repaired to Lancaster.
Hamilton's alarming message:
If Congress have not yet left Philadelphia, they ought to do it immediately without fail, for the enemy have the means of throwing a party this night into the city. I just now crossed the valleyford, in doing which a party of the enemy came down & fired upon us in the boat by which means I lost my horse. One man was killed and another wounded. The boats were abandon’d & will fall into their hands. I did all I could to prevent this but to no purpose.
Thomas Burke, delegate from (and future governor of) North Carolina wrote to (then governor) Richard Caswell on the 20th:
The question for adjournment from Philadelphia was daily agitated in Congress, but always overruled. On the night before last it received a complete decision—Intelligence was received from the General officer commanding on Schuylkill that the Enemy were then attempting to cross, and that they could not be prevented, and advising the Congress immediately to remove from the City.
The movement was made not by a vote, but by universal consent, for every member consulted his own particular safety. I was wakened by a servant about two o'clock, and tho' I lost no time in preparing to depart, yet I did not choose to retreat with precipitation. I was not indeed fully persuaded of the necessity of the measure, and not very apprehensive for my personal safety.
About sunrise I crossed the Delaware, and made my retreat hither where I shall wait the issue of the Battle. It is now well known that the alarm was groundless. No Enemy has yet passed, nor does it appear that they will be able to pass.
The danger did seem at first to be overstated, as John Adams recorded in his diary:
1777. SEPTR. 19. FRYDAY.At 3 this Morning was waked by Mr. Lovell, and told that the Members of Congress were gone, some of them, a little after Midnight. That there was a Letter from Mr. Hamilton Aid de Camp to the General, informing that the Enemy were in Possn. of the Ford and the Boats, and had it in their Power to be in Philadelphia, before Morning, and that if Congress was not removed they had not a Moment to loose.Mr. Merchant and myself arose, sent for our Horses, and, after collecting our Things, rode off after the others....1777 SEPTR. 21. SUNDAY.It was a false alarm which occasioned our Flight from Philadelphia. Not a Soldier of Howes has crossed the Schuylkill....
1777. THURSDAY. SEPTR. 25Rode from Bethlehem through Allan Town, Yesterday, to a German Tavern, about 18 Miles from Reading. Rode this Morning to Reading, where We breakfasted, and heard for certain that Mr. Howes Army had crossed the Schuylkill.
What a difference a few days makes, eh? Regardless, it wasn't just Congress and their precious papers skedaddling:
On September 24, 1777, Mecklenburg County resident Thomas Polk arrived safely in Allentown, Pa., after escorting the Liberty Bell there from Philadelphia.
Born in Pennsylvania, Polk and his family moved to Anson County, before becoming one of the first settlers of Mecklenburg County, and promoting the establishment of Charlotte. He became a prosperous planter and was active in the local and state political scenes. As the American Revolution began to come into full swing, Polk was appointed colonel of a regiment of North Carolina militia. He fought at Brandywine and spent a harsh winter at Valley Forge.
As invading British forces approached Philadelphia in 1777, Polk was tasked with escorting some important items out of the city to avoid capture. The city’s bells—including what was then called the State House Bell and is now known as the Liberty Bell—were included among Polk’s precious cargo so they wouldn’t be melted down by the British to make cannon balls.1
They found a pretty good hiding place:
[T]he Zion United Church of Christ in Allentown, Pa., was a refuge for the Liberty Bell after the British forces occupied Philadelphia in September 1777. The Bell was sent out of the city to prevent the occupying forces from destroying it. Hidden in the wagon of a farmer returning from Philadelphia the Liberty Bell was brought to the church by John Jacob Mickley and Frederick Leaser. Along with other Bells removed from the city, the Liberty Bell was hidden by the pastor, Reverend Abraham Blumer, beneath the floorboards of the church.
Of course, not everybody could or would leave:
Those citizens who remained were mostly a mixture of Loyalists, Quakers, and the poor. Three fourths of the population were woman and children. Most looked forward to British rule — after all they had always considered themselves loyal English citizens. Moreover, they had long chafed under the excessive zeal of the American patriots who had been running the city.
British officers quartered in the finest houses, merchants from other towns started moving in, and the occupying Englishmen established a puppet government composed of local residents loyal to the crown.
While officers lived large, George Washington faced some challenges before he ever got to Valley Forge:
Resolved, That the Board of War be directed to cooperate with General Washington in devising and carrying into execution the most effectual measures for supplying the army with fire-arms, shoes, blankets, stockings, provisions, and other necessaries; and that, in executing this business, these collections be confined, as much as circumstances will admit, to persons of disaffected and equivocal characters.
I suspect "persons of disaffected and equivocal characters" means Tories. They'd been subjected to destruction of their printing presses and confiscation of their arms (small wonder they were dissatisfied with the situation, lol), so naturally Congress would think nothing of confiscating Loyalist property that might help the rebellion.
It was a pretty close thing at that time, which is why Adams describes a circuitous route to avoid British forces in a letter to Abigail on September 30:
My best Friend
It is now a long Time, since I had an Opportunity of writing to you, and I fear you have suffered unnecessary Anxiety on my Account.—In the Morning of the 19th. Inst., the Congress were allarmed, in their Beds, by a Letter from Mr. Hamilton one of General Washingtons Family, that the Enemy were in Possession of the Ford over the Schuylkill, and the Boats, so that they had it in their Power to be in Philadelphia, before Morning.
The Papers of Congress, belonging to the Secretary’s Office, the War Office, the Treasury Office, &c. were before sent to Bristol. The President, and all the other Gentlemen were gone that Road, so I followed, with my Friend Mr. Merchant of Rhode Island, to Trenton in the Jersies.
We stayed at Trenton, untill the 21. when We set off, to Easton upon the Forks of Delaware. From Easton We went to Bethlehem, from thence to Reading, from thence to Lancaster, and from thence to this Town, which is about a dozen Miles over the Susquehannah River.—Here Congress is to sit.
In order to convey the Papers, with safety, which are of more Importance than all the Members, We were induced to take this Circuit, which is near 180 Miles, whereas this Town by the directest Road is not more than 88 Miles from Philadelphia. This Tour has given me an Opportunity of seeing many Parts of this Country, which I never saw before.
...All the Apology that can be made, for this Part of the World is that Mr. Howes march from Elke to Philadelphia, was thro the very Regions of Passive obedience. The whole Country thro which he passed, is inhabited by Quakers. There is not such another Body of Quakers in all America, perhaps not in all the World.
I am still of Opinion that Philadelphia will be no Loss to Us.
I'm sure NY Mets fans in particular (and perhaps this pig) would agree with that last point. Anyway, Lancaster was merely a way station:
After meeting one day at Lancaster, Congress moved to York so that the Susquehanna River would be between it and the enemy. It was at York from September 30, 1777, until June 27, 1778. While there, Congress met at the York County Court House.
Just to tie things up with a bow, some business conducted in York caught my eye on October 3:
Letters of the 1st, and 12 September, from Captain N. Biddle, of the Randolph, the first containing charges against Lieutenant Panatiere de la Falconer; one, of the 26 August, and one, of the 12 September, from John Dorsius; and, two letters of intelligence respecting stores and cloathing, were read.
The Lieutenant sure knew how to party:
As there is not Officers Sufficient to form a Court of inquiry, We are sorry to be under the disagreable necessity of addressing you, to remove from among us, Lieutt Panatiere de la Falconer [Falconniere]; as he has in many instances behaved very unbecoming an Officer, and is a disgrace to the Randolph
He Begged a large Jug of Wine of the Capt of a French Vessel we spoke with at Sea, and sold it to several on Board for a Dollar a Bottle -
He has suffered himself to be beat on shore without resenting it -
He gave an Order for Eighty Pounds on Mr [Edward] Blake, with intent to defraud the Person to whom he gave it -
He allways when on shore Associates with the worst of Vagabonds, and those houses no Gentleman ever go to -
He was one Night put under the Town Guard, for stabbing a Soldier; but shewing his Commission and the wound not like to prove Mortal, was let go -
He has behaved so, as to be Most Effectually hated and despised by every one on Board, the Vessell and by all who Know him on shore -
He is the most Obscene talker, and greatest Reprobate and blasphemer we ever heard -
He has been heard to Damm the Trinity in the most shocking expresion -
He has frequently declared that if any Man affront him, he would Assasinate him for it if it was 20 Years afterwards -
For these and a Thousand more instances we could mention (if Necessary) of the same Nature we think him not only unworthy of holding a Commission in the Randolph, but a Nuissance to the ship, and therefore beg you to Rid us of him -
Unfortunately, I haven't found any final disposition of this particular officer, but I hope they were indeed rid of him as they requested. Sounds like he'd fit right into MAGA, maybe even somebody Trump would pick for Veep. Hope we get rid of those guys, too.
1 - The Adams family themselves made musket balls out of their own spoons in the wake of Lexington & Concord, and New Yorkers turned a statue of King George III into 42,088 bullets after the Declaration.
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Messing with my head, so precious to my brain.
PS - Version I wanted to post has embedding disabled.
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Berkeley psychologists told Haroldhis anger was justified. What parentslet their child go for a midnight walkunder no moon? I couldn’t havebeen more than four, Harold toldthe doctor in her crisp beige office.Doctor, could it ever be OKfor a four-year-old to eat ninedifferent types of pie? Harold asked her.Call me Lisa, the doctor replied.Everyone knew Harold could draw.By sophomore year, he was critiquinggrad students. By twenty, Harold knewexactly when to quote Sontag. Standingin front of a professor’s latest pastelof Mojave succulents: This just makes me thinkhow in place of a hermeneutics, we needan erotics of art. Harold’s professorswould hum & nod their dragon heads(though none of them understood, exactly,what Harold said). By senior year, Haroldbecame distant, his work increasingly angry:apple trees, their fruit rotting in monochromepurple, under the notable lack of a moon.
D. Gilson.
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#OTD Sept 25 1900 #Elizabeth_Van_Lew died. Heroic spymistress who operated extensive networks for Union during #Civil_War. pic.twitter.com/KokkSde6aj
— SPIES&VESPERS (@SpiesVespers) September 25, 2024
Oh, just another tweet that caught my eye because I'd blogged about the subject before:
Hey, don't feel afraid of an undercover aid...
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all man is our neighbor [πλησίον]. As Augustine put it in *De doctrina Christiana* (397AD): "every man is to be considered our neighbor [πλησίον], because we are to work no ill to any man." pic.twitter.com/fxS9JGDEET
— Professor R Shaldjian Morrison,διδάσκαλος,夏炉冬扇, 散人 (@Swarthyface) September 25, 2024
Since I brought him up yesterday, this tweet caught my eye. The quote comes from a chapter discussing Whether Angels Are to Be Reckoned Our Neighbors, just after Augustine invokes the parable of the Good Samaritan:
32. And so also the Apostle Paul teaches when he says: "For this, Thou shall not commit adultery, Thou shall not kill, Thou shall not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness, Thou shall not covet; and if there be any other commandment, it is briefly comprehended in this saying, namely, Thou shall love thy neighbor as thyself. Love worketh no ill to his neighbor."(3) Whoever then supposes that the apostle did not embrace every man in this precept, is compelled to admit, what is at once most absurd and most pernicious, that the apostle thought it no sin, if a man were not a Christian or were an enemy, to commit adultery with his wife, or to kill him, or to covet his goods. And as nobody but a fool would say this, it is clear that every man is to be considered our neighbor, because we are to work no ill to any man.
33. But now, if every one to whom we ought to show, or who ought to show to us, the offices of mercy is by right called a neighbor, it is manifest that the command to love our neighbor embraces the holy angels also, seeing that so great offices of mercy have been performed by them on our behalf, as may easily be shown by turning the attention to many passages of Holy Scripture. And on this ground even God Himself, our Lord, desired to be called our neighbor.
Now let's jump back to a bit earlier when he wrote:
27. [T]here is no need of a command that every man should love himself and his own body...[W]hen the love of God comes first, and the measure of our love for Him is prescribed in such terms that it is evident all other things are to find their centre in Him, nothing seems to be said about our love for ourselves; yet when it is said, "Thou shall love thy neighbor as thyself," it at once becomes evident that our love for ourselves has not been overlooked.
So I guess this means if you love your neighbor, you are really also loving yourself and G-d. From which I conclude that JD Vance hates everybody, including G-d, because he hates himself.
QED
PS - Guess I'll use this as an excuse to call back to an old post about St Thomas Aquinas and love. Might need to update Ecclesiastes a bit: I find more bitter than death the couch, whose upholstery is snares and nets. Heh.
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