synchronoptica
one year ago: assorted links worth revisiting (with synchronoptica) plus more on proxy addresses for the unhoused
seven years ago: internet tendency, a beatnik monk, monumental baobabs, legal aid for lemonade stands plus a theatrical trailer for the Trump-Kim summit
eight years ago: more links to enjoy, words as web colours plus troll cakes
nine years ago: machine-generated grimoires
ten years ago: even more links to enjoy plus a visit to Lohr am Main
somewhere beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see: Reuters’ delivers a deadpan juxtaposition of Trump’s attendance at a showing of Les Misรฉrables just after sending in the US marines to quell demonstrations
๐ฉ: defecation syncope and other perils of pooping
renascidos: a cosplay parenting craze with hyperrealistic dolls has captivated Brazil, prompting some legislation against their appearance in public
tin roof rusted: a VH-1 Behind the Music style documentary on the importance and influence of The B-52’s artek: the upcoming centenary of Crimea’s famed Soviet youth camp that once hosted Samantha Smith—see also
have you tried clearing your cache: a concept artist with a reputation for the mischievous develops a dating website based on harmonious browsing history
pomp and circumstance: a preview of Trump’s grand military parade to be held this weekend
more cow bell: artist Margareta Sarvana performs the Schalger song Itke en lemmen tรคhden (Nur nicht aus Liebe weinen) on a Swedish variety show in 1973—via Pasa Bon!
simple article summaries: Wikipedia suspends an experiment that would display AI generated synopses after editor and contributor opposition
i’m michael barbaro, see you tomorrow: California governor Gavin Newson interviewed by the New York Times on Trump’s ICE raids
synchronoptica
one year ago: counting crows (with synchronoptica), a Minoan archaeological discovery, emotion-cancelling technology, Trump’s revenge agenda plus assorted links to revisit
seven years ago: internet freedom index, more movies scripted by AI, Reagan tells Gorbachev to tear down the Berlin Wall (1987) plus a meeting of Dear Leaders
eight years ago: memory holes, courtroom sketch artists, waste-water popsicles, mobility and mobile devices plus a surrogate social network
nine years ago: Citigroup tries to copyright the word Thanks, carbon sequestration plus more on the Trump travel ban
ten years ago: Erasmus and free-will, more links to enjoy plus Jung and Freud
Occurring on this day in 1963, as our faithful chronicler reminds, possibly as a staged event to allow the governor whom promised to his constituents upon his inauguration for “segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever” to save face, George Wallace (previously) blocked the entry of into the University of Alabama’s Tuscaloosa campus for two matriculating students, Vivian Malone and James Hood—the former the first Black graduate and the latter returning years later in a teaching position after being forced out by racists and both given a death-bed apology by the former governor. 
The state national guard federalised by executive order (EO 11111, see above) compelled Wallace to step aside and allow the new students to complete their registration, providing “assistance for the removal of unlawful obstructions of justice” across the state and allowed students to enrol in previously all-white schools. The Kennedy administration afforded Wallace this publicity stunt over warnings for repeated counter-demonstrations and violence like that that had occurred in Mississippi with desegregation, and while not able to ultimately quell all riots did focus attention on Wallace and his arguments for states’ rights versus civil rights.
The fleet of self-driving murderbots already incendiary enough in both the figurative and literal sense have been making for some spectacular footage of Trump’s made-for-tv crackdown on dissent playing out in Los Angeles. Tear-gas canisters are generally not used on the streets because they can cause traditional petrol-powered automobiles to explode and possibly are far more flammable for a vehicle that stores ninety kilowatt hours of chemical energy in the battery array—the equivalent to some eighty kilograms of TNT that can cause a runaway reaction through the engine at over a thousand degrees centigrade. 
A battery aflame can require up to forty times the amount of water to extinguish that a regular dumpster fire. Waymo autonomous cars have attracted special attention—though as above not necessarily the work of protestors—as a symbol of rage against the technocracy that is more and more aligned with and facilitating the police state with well established contracts with authorities like ICE and other policing agencies to provide real-time surveillance with casual and passive use. To see these marauders circling the block for a potential client has supposed prompted some to hail a ride to commit arson once they show up, not to destroy dragnet evidence but rather punish the collaborators. Someone, I’m sure will use this as an argument against electric vehicles—and for individual ridership at the expense of mass-transit, then have it—but it’s far more a critique against their extractive nature (subscription services are a revenue-multiplier), deregulation and the spying of course.
Coined by journalist Raymond Clapper and the Associated Press reporting on the selection process, leaders of the US Republican party gathered in a room at the Blackstone Hotel, considered one of the finest and most exclusive luxury accommodations of Chicago, host to numerous presidents during the twentieth century, to reach a consensus on whom their nominee would be. 
This secretive conclave of GOP power-brokers chose a compromise candidate in junior senator from Ohio, Warren G Harding (previously here and here) after several non-conclusive rounds of voting among delegates at the convention being held at the Coliseum across town. The fact that Harding had not been a serious contender prior to this private meeting confirmed in the minds of many that the American political machine was not truly representative and inscrutable, like the concept of the star chamber, and the phrase became shorthand for the murky, hazy inner workings.
synchronoptica
one year ago: constant entertainment (with synchronoptica) plus solving Zeno’s paradoxes
seven years ago: white-washing white supremacy, assorted links worth the revisit plus a memorial to those lost to Hurricane Maria
eight years ago: segregated America
nine years ago: an ugly colour for cigarette packaging, rethinking heath and hygiene plus the Playboy mansion sold
ten years ago: romancing Sparta plus the immortal cells of Henrietta Lacks
We thoroughly enjoyed this appreciation of one of the most successful products of all time in the BiC Cristal, introduced in 1950, the ballpoint pen ubiquitous and archetypal surpassing one hundred billion sold in 2006. 
In development since 1930 when inventor Lรกzlรณ Bรญrรณ (the genericised namesake of the writing instrument “biro” in many European countries) when inspired for the mechanism, a rolling metal nib, by witnessing a group of children playing with marbles in a muddy puddle and observing how the objects left a trail of water in their wake, Bรญrรณ experimented with various models and eventually recreated a prototype with a narrow reservoir of viscous ink encased in the body and kept from drying out by the nib and cap. Incremental improvements continued over the every years until the launch of Cristal. The pen was enshrined in the permanent collection in the Museum of Modern Art (see previously), the design virtually unchanged for decades. Much more from Open Culture at the link above.
synchronoptica
one year ago: the EU votes (with synchronoptica) plus assorted links worth revisiting
seven years ago: recycled illustrations and early modern memes plus the Alexander method for improving poise and posture
eight years ago: hung parliament in the UK
nine years ago: an advertising homage to the cats of the internet, world food resources, removing Confederate symbols from Washington’s National Cathedral, Star Trek coins from the Canadian Mint, a sci-fi screenplay written by AI plus the gig economy and moonlighting
ten years ago: more links to enjoy
Following his messy and public falling-out with Elon Musk and the consequent stalling of his Big Beautiful Bill in the senate, Trump is manufacturing headlines more aligned with campaign promises with first reimposing a travel ban and stoking fears of mass-deportations, disappearances with US immigration and customs enforcement (ICE, which is a high-speed train in Germany) raids on Los Angeles, eager to have this fight as a pretext for invoking martial law. Mobilising the state’s national guard against protesters against the will of the governor for the first time since 1965 when Lyndon Johnson called up Alabama troops as protective escorts for civil rights activists marching from Selma to Montgomery, countermanding the refusal of arch-segregationist George Wallace—for completely opposite reasons, Trump is obviously yearning for a spectacle—which so far is being denied him by the rallies, most violence coming from ICE agents. 
The Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 restricts military service members from being used for civilian law enforcement within the United States but does allow them to protect other federal agents and property and ensure that the execution of their duties is not impeded. Only with the declaration of insurrection, something not authorised by Trump during the January Sixth attack on the Capitol, can troops be used to make arrests. Although George HW Bush sent in the California National Guard under this law in 1992 to quell the uprising following the acquittal of the police officers involved in the brutal beating of Rodney King, it was done with the consent of the state government. For his part, Governor Gavin Newsom, frequent target of Trump, is threatening to withhold remittance of federal taxes, in response to both funding cuts to the state’s university system and to defund the country’s clear decent into dictatorship, to which the administration is levying charges of criminal tax evasion.
After a failed attempt to the suppress the rebellion of the province of Gallia Lugdunensis when the governor Gauis Julius Vindex over the emperor’s tax policies, trying to enlist the aid of of the governor of Hispania Tarraonensis, Servius Sulpicius Galba backfired with the Iberian province declaring its opposition and joining the uprising, declared a public enemy by the Roman Senate and abandoned by the Praetorian Guard, Nero fled the capital—but not to seek sanctuary in one of the still loyal eastern regions of the Empire as planned after an open mutiny from his military escort, refusing to grant safe passage. Returning to the palace in the evening, Nero awoke at midnight to find his personal bodyguards had abandoned him. Having quoted Virgil’s line from the Aeneid earlier that day in response to his commanders’ disobedience—“Is it so dreadful a thing then to die?,” calling for friend or foe to put him out his suffering but none came forward and then intimated that he would hurl himself in the Tiber. 
Theatrics failing, Nero once again resolved to leave the city on this day in 68 AD to have a place to reflect in quiet and his confidant Phaon, an imperial freedman, offered up his private villa in the suburbs, with the emperor making his way their with a retinue loyal emancipated servants, including a Greek slave boy called Sporus, whom Nero had castrated and subsequently married the year before whilst touring the region and had taken a liking for a remarkable resemblance to his recently departed wife, Poppaea Sabina who had died either in childbirth or due to a physical assault by Nero, dressing him as befitting an empress. Once at the villa, he ordered his companions to begin digging his grave and he paced back and forth to prepare for his suicide, muttering to himself the title, “What an artist the world is losing.” Unable to steel his nerves, Nero asked his friends to set an example by killing themselves first, but upon hearing approaching horsemen, he knew he had to face the end, forcing his private secretary to do the deed. The arriving senatorial guards tried to save Nero’s life, prescient of the chaos that would follow with the civil wars and Year of the Four Emperors, but were unsuccessful. Nero’s final words were from ibฤซdem, “Too late! This is fidelity!”
synchronoptica
one year ago: AI refuses to answer who won the 2020 US presidential election (with synchronoptica) plus terminal text effects
seven years ago: Trump leaves the G7 early, accusing partners of unfair trade practises
eight years ago: former FBI director’s public testimony plus UK calls snap elections to reinforce Brexit mandate
nine years ago: the last of the time-carriers of London plus new chemical elements named
ten years ago: paternoster elevators, divine handiworks plus seeing the pasternoster lifts in operation
