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Propaganda Maps: Potential Nazi Supporters, 1938

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In an audacious move Adolf Hitler attempted to unite German-heritage people throughout the world to come to the aid of the Nazi Socialists; it was a vicious piece of propaganda attempting to inflate the number of possible-Nazis into the hundreds of millions, showing a sub rosa infiltration of Nazism throughout the world. 

This map appeared originally in Deutsches Volkstum in aller Welt (Berlin, 1938) and purported to document far-flung German descendants—the map alone was perhaps statement enough to many, striking a deep fear thinking about the 20,000,000 Americans alone whose roots could be traced back to the Vaterland.  As a terror and influence tactic that cost little money, it must have caused the anti-propaganda folks a good deal of worry.  The German/Vaterland (German American Bund, or Deutsch-Amerikanischer Volksbund) movement never really gained much popular ground in the U.S., though there was some significant compliance in business and trade going on at higher levels of industry and banking. 

(I’ve written about the Nazi-American connections in numerous posts on this blog; all you need to do is do a site google under “Nazi” and you’ll find plenty. For the moment I’ll just concentrate on the Henry Ford example.  The man was a monstrous moral figure without an ounce of historical understanding who blamed much of the world’s troubles on the “Jewish Dictatorship”, which somehow, in his mind, spawned WWI.  Long story short, Ford received the Grand Cross of the Supreme Order of the German Eagle for his friendship and services to the Nazi state—this friendship extended in form of money and many thousands of military vehicles, and so on.  His was a treacherous business, his Nazi interests folding very nicely in with his astounding anti-Semitism. Ford, by the way, received his medal months after the invasion of Austria, when he really should’ve known better.  I’m not sure if he gave the thing back or not after the war ended.)

But among the masses, the sentiment never grew into strength, though it wasn’t for trying.  The movement had been present in the US since the 1920’s in the form of the National Socialist Party and the Teutonia Society, though the real start of the American Bund seems to have been with Friends of New Germany (1933). Right-Wing groups such as America First were strong sympathizers of Hitler, though they abandoned him once the war began.  (Not so true for Chase Bank, Ford and many others.)  The German American Bund never topped 100,000 members, though it did fill up Madison Square Garden for a meeting in 1939. (One of the main speakers was Avery Brundage, International Olympic Committee Chair. Brundage survived in this role until Munich in ’72, when he ordered the Olympic games to continue, unabated, after the 11 Israeli athletes were murdered by elements of Yasser Arafat’s organizations.)

Amyway, this map was more a propaganda tool than one of true expectation, and I’m sure it did its fair share of damage. 

Graphic Display of Quantitative Data: German Military Flatline in Persepctive, 1934

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This terrific 1933 pictorial display of quantitative data1 showing the comparative military capacities of eleven countries—it will become progressively and aggressively more wrong in each passing year to the start of WWII.  In 1933 the military giant was, basically, France—the same country that would be quickly and completely overrun just seven years later by the country at the bottom of this display with the micro graphs, Germany.

 

The German military forces underwent staggering change after the end of WWI.  The Imperial Forces were completely done at the end of the war, limited to 100,000 men, left with no air force and no tanks.  There were wide changes during the Weimar Republic, the army seeing three iterations (not to mention the hundreds of Freikorps that were established with some of the disbanded remnant of the standing army) that ultimate resulted in the formation of the Reichswehr (in 1921) and which in turn would evolve into the Wehrmacht in 1935. 

Germany barely registers, barely forms bumps in the flatlines of measurements in 1934.  By 1939, six years after the election of Hitler, and fanned by xenophobic revenge and greedily speedy full-throttled hate, Nazi Germany  rushed at record speeds towards the rape of the future. The German Wehrmacht stood at 4.7 men.in 1939  (6.6 million in 1940; 8.1 in 1941; 9.5 in 1942; 11.2 in 1943, 12 in 1944, and 9 in 1945), while the Luftwaffe was at 400,000 (growing to 1.7 million by 1943)  and had enormous growths in quantity and quality of armaments.   It was all astonishing, and almost all gone again in another six years. 

This is an exclusive graphic of German nothingness, an accurate graphic in 1934 and again in 1945, but in the middle, it was totally incorrect.  Twelve years from nothing to nothing, with the disgust of Hell to pay in between.

It is simply extraordinary to see the disparities of the Nazis displayed so

Notes:

1. Printed in Die Illustriete Zeitung, 1934.

The Great Battle of Sitting and Spitting: Whitney, Texas, 1949.

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“Why, they must spit two or three gallons a day!  They ain’t died fast enough, these old men!”—Mrs. T.E. Bagley, Whitney, Texas, 1949

This is a great small America story about sitting. Or old men sitting, and spitting.  Sitting and spitting on a long piece of thick timber outside a drug store, bricks and advertisements as back support, in Whitney, Texas (population ca. 1,500), in 1949.  I can just about hear them on a hot summer evening, right now, only probably I couldn’t—they’d probably’ve shut up until the stranger walked by, giving me their silence and keeping their confidences.  Or not.  Maybe I would’ve been invisible, and the whittled bits would've fallen to the street along with the tobacco juice, cusses and gossip, unabated. Maybe they surrounded themselves with a stained-moat of spittin’s across or close to which no one would stray. 

It isn’t, I guess, so much a story about their sitting as it is a story about their not sitting, about how it came to be that their lumber was removed and the men forced to find another place to take in the sights and construct their great edifices of commentary and asides.

The story appears in LIFE Magazine of 15 August 1949, and lays the whole drama out in two splash pages, with bare editorializing and some great photos.

The story goes like this: “In 1922 D. (Doctor Dee) Scarborough, the druggist in Whitney, Texas, put up a bench outside his store, and immediately it became a loafing headquarters for the gaffers of .the Brazos River Valley. 'Year after year they sat there looking like a jury of irritable terrapins, whittling, spitting and passing judgment on everything that passed. But finally reform caught up with them.” It caught up to them, even if everyone was wearing a collared shirt.

It came to the mayor of Whitney, Frank Basham, to appease “a delegation of local housewives” who were fed up with the old men, and wanted the “unsightly bench” gone.  It was probably a lot more than the bench, as the quote above by Mrs. T.E. Bagley contends: “Why, they must spit two or three gallons a day!  They ain’t died fast enough, these old men!”.  Perhaps a dozen old farmers/ranchers/cowboys sitting on a bench all day long spitting and watching the world go by wasn’t the most attractive thing for downtown Whitney.

And so it came to pass that the lumber was removed, but not the men—they returned with nail barrels and took up residence, unabated, “sitting wrathfully” on the kegs.  The police then threatened to confiscate the kegs, and then the men: tensions flared, and a special election was held, a referendum on whether or not to restore the bench.

“I’ve never heard of such foolishness”, ‘cried 97-year-old Tom Rose, dean of the bench sitters’. “Come here in ’77 from Tennessee. Been married 76 years, and my wife ain’t whipped me yet.”

The vote was held and the forces of bench-removal-evil were “horribly” beaten, the vote for favoring restoration coming in at a convincing 124 to 67.

The picture below shows the men “triumphantly” hauling the bench back into position, sitting back down once more, “loafing, whittling, spitting and passing judgment on everything that passed”.

As I said, this is a beautiful drama of high emotion, way-of-life small consequence played big, a heaping slice of American life witnessed in a small East Texas town just after World War II.  I would love to hear the voice of Mrs. Lizzy Smith (pictured here) as she was thinking-out-loud, casting her vote in this debate with a pencil no longer than a finger joint. (Where did that hat/shawl come from? Is it her mother's? Mrs. Stewart's  mother would've been born around 1840, which means that the sensibility for that head cover was at the very least of pioneer vintage, and possibly older. It looks like living history to me, a snapshot into something from the deep past, right there in the present. This doesn't happen very often; but when it does, it is a celebration.)

"We're all living on borrowed time" she is quoted as saying, and I imagine that she voted for the men to be able to return to their bench to use what time they had left to holding up the walls of that pharmacy.  [I made a call to Whitney, this morning, and spoke with a gentleman about the Battle of the Bench.  He eloquently relayed the story, and the place that it holds in the town's history, its small action carried into the future as a very large sensibility-- I'm thankful for his insight.  I couldn't resist asking what it was that was directly opposite the bench; what were these men looking at when they weren't looking down.  "Not very much" he said. But the story isn't in the looking, its in the talking; and as my wife Patti Digh finely points out, stories seem to be best told side-by-side.

And in here is a great little play. Maybe not so little.

 

 

Fabulous/Fractured Friday: Three-Channel TV, 1951

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The fabulous Black-Daylite Television, brought to the well-heeled by General Electric, boasted superior reception qualities in a 250-pound wooden cabinet with electronic tube-y warmth.  For example, the gentleman in the photo was sitting there in his living room in Wilmington, North Carolina,  confident with his fine camouflaged shoes (blending in perfectly with his floor), with the ability to choose between the programs coming from Jacksonville, Charlotte and Norfolk...getting "all 3 stations".

The photo is pretty deceptive:  judging by the tiles on the floor, the television set is almost as long as the lounging chair, and if Mr. Bell's shoes are a foot long, then the picture he's receiving is just a wee bit bigger.  The set retailed for about $700, which in today's dollars comes out to about $9500--it was expensive, and cost as much as some modest cars. 

Medical and Liturgical Cardiac Pathology, 18th Century: Scarpa & Senac vs. the Throne of Satan

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It is a bit odd to compare these three relatively contemporary works on the human heart and to see their points of correlation and (vast) departure. The first belongs to Jean Senac, whose Traite de la Structure de Coeur…(published in 1749) was one of the most valuable works on the 18^th century on the heart, laying a firm foundation for the study of its pathology.  Senac

 

(1693-1773, born in Gascony and later physician to Louis XV) was the first visitor to many aspects of the heart’s physiology, describing delation (as the most common evidence of cardiac pathology), correlated hydrothorax with cardiac failure, pericarditis, and much more—he also published exquisite illustrations by Jacques Poitier to accompany his text.

The next image is the first to properly describe the nerves of the heart, and was published in the magnificent Antonio Scarpa’s Tabulae neurologicae ad illustrandam historiam anatomicam cardiacorum… in 1794.  Scarpa was a monumentally

accomplished anatomist who was also a gifted artist, and it is his own work that illustrates this masterpiece.  The original edition of this work is huge, atlas-sized, and the images of the heart are life-size and float in plenty of free, very wide and perfect margins.

 

On the other end of the spectrum we have this liturgical philosophical anatomy of the stages of the heart in grace and disgrace.  Mostly I’m interested in the foul part, which shows the advanced mortification of the organ in seating the throne of Satan. The edition here is The Heart of Man, either a Temple of God or the Habitation of Satan¹, and is a very heavy-handed 1842 illustrated edition from Harrisburg (PA) version of a French text of 1732.  It is illustrated with ten versions of the state of the heart, ranging from perfect grace to the installation of the Beast, and several points in between, the degrees of gaining and losing each station. 

The first image shows the heart of man completely dominated by Satan, with Man the sinner’s troubled face (along with the mark of Cain (dominating his wayward organ.  The emblematic animals infesting his heart include the peacock (with its misleading haughtiness), goat (“a lascivicious, stinking animal” representing “unchastity” and impurity), hog (gluttony and intemperance), snake (seducer), tiger (cruelty and ferocity) and tortoise (indolence). They chase from the hear the holy ghost and an angel, and allow the presence of Satan (front and center). 

The second image is interesting in that it shows the movement of a bad/evil/wicked heart to a more pious one, though it is just in the transition stages.  In my experience it is uncommon to see an emblematic illustration of a half-way point of, well, anything; this woodcut seems to capture, to be a snapshot so to speak, of the human heart undergoing transformation. 

 

Notes:

1. The original title was something along the lines of Spiritual Mirror of Morality, in which every Christian, who desires his salvation, may view himself, know the state of his soul, and profitably learn to regulate his life according to it. Hardly gender-neutral, the title makes four specific gender references to men. 

Bulbous & Bubbly Design: Bloated Efforts on Land and in the Sky

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Sometimes things are designed that are so bulbous and so inflated and so terribly hyper-packed that they are just destined never to be built beyond the imagination.  Among the largest of these things meant for the air was designed by a particularly  streamlined designer, Norman Bel Geddes, who basically owned the concept of aerodynamic function at all levels of design in the 1930’s.

But Bel Geddes’ apoetically-named aircraft, Airliner 4, is an entirely different issue.  It may possibly be the largest, slowest, lowest, fattest and most lumbering plane ever designed. (And by this I mean that it stood a chance of some sort of actually being built and flown, as opposed to the monsters with wing-topped tennis courts and such.)

This  530'-long 1.2 million pound beast took an hour to climb to its max ceiling of 10,000 feet where it would cruise along at an astonishing 100 mph.  It would wind its way lovingly across the country, slicing off its travel hours like frozen bologna, 30 hours from coast-to-coast, slowly, methodically, so as not to disturb its 600 passengers in their sleeping rooms.  But I'm not sure how much sleep would get slept, what with 20 (!) 1900 hp engines screaming overhead. 

 

The passengers who didn't sleep could do a lot besides sit and be serviced by the aircraft's crew of 155--they might actually need guides to get them through the oddness of the plane's 9 decks, 3 kitchens, 2 dining rooms, solarium, 100-couple dance floor, gym, barbershop and medical offices (with waiting room).  Plus much, much more.  (I like a plane with a doctor's office waiting room; perhaps the real genius would've been to come up with the smaller, more interior, extra waiting room to which one graduates before seeing The Doctor.) 

Getting closer to the ground is the plan for the Chicago Civic Center (1909) by the usually accomplished Daniel H. Burnham. This beast looks more like a stubby nuclear- pulse intergalactic Mothership than anything that anyone would have wanted to build on the ground—at least in space it would be out of sight. 

 

In a struggling prose reminiscent of Lewis Sullivan Burnham writes¹: “The Civic Center will be dependent for its effectiveness in the character if the architecture displayed in the buildings themselves…” which I think is self-referential, stating that the architecture’s effectiveness is dependent upon the architecture. If this is the case, the enormity of the Civic Center doesn’t save it from itself. 

Staying in Chicago we find another proposal, this for the ChicagoTribuneTower competition of 1922—many of the works submitted seem to my eye big and wide and ugly, but perhaps none more so than that offered by Ludwig Koloch.  This may well have been a nice design for the top third or so of a building, but not for three thirds--and actually, this may be four-thirds.  It reminds me of something rising from the sands at a beach in the future, the remnants of destroyed civilizations.  Without the apes.

 Notes:

1. Daniel Burnham and Edward Bennett, Plan of Chicago, 1909. 
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Jobs of the Archaeo-Future: Airport Steerer (Bel Geddes' Floating Airport)

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Norman Bel Geddes (1893-1958) made fast, bulbously sleek and varyingly aerodynamic objects and ideas, and was a  vastly successful designer of things ranging from sets for the NY Metropolitan Opera House to telephones to cars to locomotives to the housing for the Mark I computer.  Ideas were his metier, and there seemed no lack of them--good, mostly; bad, sometimes. 

Bud bad ideas can be beautiful, and elegant, if only for a very short period of time in which they might have actually functioned for the good.  One of these blisterers was his floating airport for the NYC harbor.  Passengers would access the airport via a 800-foot automatic walkway tunnel, and then up to various shuttles and such on the levels below the flight deck. This beast floated on columns floating on mobile caissons just above the harbor bottom, enabling the whole to be turned into or away from the wind, making for easy approaches and departures for the planes. But it is the pilot of the airport that seems most interesting to me, steering the giant propellers that lay under the corners of the structure, pushing the airport into/away from the wind. 

This may well be the largest mobile steerable structure moving along the shortest courseway conceived as a possibly-buildable project of the twentieth century. 

Associated posts on great and unbuildable architecture:

Gigantic and Unbuildable Architecture: Philip Johnson and the Walled "Third City"

Gigantic and Unbuildable Buildings: Leroy Buffington, 1889

Fantastic and Unbuildable Architecture #6: the Pyramids of Gizeh in Detroit (Michigan), 1908

Gigantic and Unbuildable Architecture: Bucky Fuller’s Midtown Manhattan Dome, 1968

The Care and Feeding of Missile Systems--1950's Ads

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The following illustrations are all taken gloriously out of context from ads appearing in the Proceedings of the Institute of Radio Engineers, published in 1957-1958. 

 

 

 

Bad Sounds Department: the V-1, 1944

I remember seeing a film (with sound) many years ago, when I was little, back in the mid 1960's, of a V-1 in flight.  The flying bomb issued a terrifically awful sound, punctuated by the silence when its engine  turned off and it fell to its target in silence. It sounds like death.

[The V-1, or Vergeltungswaffe 1, (“retaliation”, or “vengeance” weapon), or Fieseler Fi 103, or Buzz Bomb, or Doodlebug, was a flying bomb (on the order of a very primitive cruise missile guided by a gyroscope autopilot) launched against population centers in England by the Nazis during the June 1944-January 1945 period.  The bomb was about 27’ long and 17’ wide, weighed 4,700 pounds, and reached 400 mph with an 1,800 pound warhead.  Its 8,000+ sorties killed more than 6,000 people.]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1qsBGTkVSk&feature=related And again: And again, here:

Magnificent Titles, Ranters and Hell Breaking Loose (England, 1650)

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Ranters, Diggers, Manifestarians, Puritans, Muggletonians, Shakers, Quakers, Levellers, Seekers…terrific names all for religious or religioesque movements, most now gone, though it seems that of the most-gone the Ranters are probably the most-goned gone--which must’ve been a function of their unstated aims of not having a particular course of action.  As an anti-movement their movement was tautologically doomed, as they flourished for only a decade or so, sandwiched into the very full mid-17^th century. 

{The image above is an illustration from the book, Hell Broke Loose... below. It also is a pretty tame version of other images that show more nudity/drinking/sexual activities.]

Ranters were an English Free Spirited heretical group of wide interpretation of social and moral value. Their questioning of the potency of the man’s fall doctrine steamed together with a quasi-semi-millenialism evidently led to an alehouse-based loosening of socially governed restraints. According to the many People magazine-like pamphlets and soft porn reporting, their activities made for sugary eating by the bawdy-eyed ha’penny people buying gossip in cheaply printed formats.   Free of Sin and Law, the Ranter celebrations were soaked in alcohol and nudity, which are ripe pluckings for any non-serious journalist, then or now.

Judging from the list of publications (listed below in the "Continued Reading" section) there must've been a very immediate lusty interest in the Ranters' lustily interesting ways.  I've written this post for the simple interest in one particular, extraordinary title: [with apologies for the underlining, but I cannot convince the Typepad gods to remove it.]

Hell broke loose: or, the notorious design of the wicked Ranters, discovered on Sunday last at Black-Fryers Being a true relation of the strange proceedings of Mr. Vaughan, and his wicked proselytes; and their entring of Black-Fryers church in sermon time, like so many spirits from hell, with four damnable papers in the hands, containing such horrible, audacious, and abominable songs, the like not to be parallel'd in former ages. With the manner how this onsolent Ranter traced the streets from Black-Fryers to Saint Paul's Church-yard, in his Holland shirt, without doublet or breeches, a treble cap, like the Pope's miter, with silk fring, and white shooes, and stockings. With their damnable plots, and conspiracies against the ministers of the gospel: their examination before the right honourable the Lord Mayor of London; the sad and woful speeched, made by the ringleader of the Ranters, concerning the city magistrates, and golden chains: and the committing of them to Bridewell till the next sessions. 1650

See?  That's just fabulous, and represents a Title Page Extravaganza that seems to be a 17th century feature--including as much as humanly possible on a title-page.  As does this book, with all manner of detail in the title, not the least of which is the description of a man running around with no pants but with a Pope's mitre and white shoes and socks.

The 17th century "Hell Broke Loose" extended-title (but non-Ranter) category has a number of other entries in it, too, for published books, including the following lovilies:

Hell broke-loose; upon Doctor S--ch--ve--l's sermons or, Don Quevedo's vision, of an infernal cabal of Whiggish papists and popish Whigs in Utopia; upon a mock-tryal of the doctor. Translated from the original; by Jack the Spaniard.  1713

Hell broke loose, or, An answer to the late bloody and rebellious declaration of the phanatiques, entituled A door of hope, &c. wherein their horrible conspiracy against our gracious soveraign, and the city of London, in their late rebellion is discovered : together with a brief view of our lives, manners and malice of those desperate and unparallel'd traytors. 1661

 Hell broke loose : or an history of the Quakers both old and new. Setting forth many of their opinions and practices, published to antidote Christians against formality in religion and apostasie 1660

Some of the other big-title Ranter titles from this time include the following:

The Ranters creed being a true copie of the examinations of a blasphemous sort of people, commonly called ranters, whose names are herein particularised, together with the name of their pretended God almighty, and their false prophet : taken before Thomas Hubbert Esquire ... with a declaration of their fantastic gestures and deportments as they were coming before him, and in his presence : and now committed to the New Prison at Clarkenwell., 1651

The great mistery of the great whore unfolded, and antichrists kingdom revealed unto destruction in answer to many false doctrines and principles which Babylons merchants have traded with, being held forth by the professed ministers, and teachers, and professors in England, Ireland, and Scotland, taken under their owne hands, and from their owne mouths, sent forth by them from time to time, against the despised people of the Lord called Quakers, who are of the seed of that woman, who hath been long fled into wildernes ... in this answer to the multitude of doctrines held forth by the many false sects, which have lost the key of knowledge, and been on foot since the apostles dayes, called Anabaptists, Independents, Presbyters, Ranters, and many others, who out of their own mouths have manifested themselves not to be of a true descent from the true Christian Churches : but it's discovered that they have been all made drunk with the wine of fornication received from the whore which hath sitten upon the beast, after whom the world hath wondred /  1661

The Ranters reasons resolved to nothing. Or, the fustification instead of the justification of the Mad Crew Being, a serious answer returned to one who in his letter desired an unlawfull and wicked book to be sent unto him, call'd the Justification of the Mad Crew. Instead of vvhich, the author of this letter sent him the Act of Parliament made against the Ranters; and did also both justifie their way, and ingratefully asperse some, who in Christian love would have reduced them to the life and truth of Christianity. Wherein the people called by themselves god and by some others, the Gods of Godmanchester, may, as in a glasse, behold, that they are a deluded and defiled people, if not incarnate Devils.  1651

Architectural Palindromes (or Semordnilap), Reversible Structures and Fractally Bad Ideas

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"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."--(Dr.)Hunter S.Thompson

Oddities and Curiosities and the Tryphiodorus Award

Sometimes things that were just done because they could be done aren’t necessarily an accomplishment—they may use letters in the alphabet and make words, but the words really don’t seem to take us anywhere.  Literally.  There is a literary practice (and I mean this in a medical or forensic sense) in which the writer chooses to not use a particular letter of the alphabet, abandoning it for very private reasons into the dustbin of abandoned alphabet letters. (That dustbin is generally empty until one of these people show up with the idea of filling it, unless of course we expand the dustbin to include punctuation, and then it gets filled rat her quickly (though not in the Steinian sense).)

The work which most filled the alphabet dustbin more than any in history is probably the Odyssey of Tryphiodorus (a Greek grammarian who flourished in Egypt ca. 4th century ACE) effort written in 26 parts, each segment abandoning one letter of the alphabet until each letter had been completely omitted from one section.. The author could have a lot of time by writing this 26-part cycle in all at once, in one part, abandoning all 26 letters at the same time—this may have produced a more elegant result (with the Bellman’s map coming to mind).

This Odyssey may have produced a sort of a lipogramic palindrome, in a  squinty-eyed way. 

Which brings me to this odd structure proposed by real estate mogul and hyper-builder  William Zeckendorf, whose vision brought to the pages of LIFE magazine in 1942 (?)  a  very tall completely automated structure designed for nothing but car parking. People would drive to NYC in their own cars (!) and park them in this car hotel; the car functions would be given over completely to the building, moved into their spots and juggled and finessed into position by conveyors and forklifts and such. 

Cars in a building, moved about free of humans, rested; humans on the street making their own human traffic.  The whole idea, the entire structure, seems backwards to me, the meaning of a building turned inside out, wanting the essential idea, forwards and backwards being simply a bad notion.

The picture of Mr. Zeckendorf—who was tremendously energetic and who had very many good ideas along with these heavily popularized odd plans—standing in front of a lovely (scale?) model of his parking structure makes me want to see another, smaller version of Mr. Zeckendorf  and his model standing just behind it, and smaller one after that, and so on…a fractally bad idea deserving of the Tryphiodorus award for missing the most sense. I bow deeply to Mr. Zeckendorf for trying and for constructing this beautiful (I want it) model.

TomorrowVision: U-235, Project Orion, and City-Sized Space Ships, 1941-1968 (+)

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"One conversation centered on the ever accelerating progress of technology and changes in the mode of human life, which gives the appearance of approaching some essential singularity in the history of the race beyond which human affairs, as we know them, could not continue."-- Stanislaw Ulam, May 1958, referring to a conversation with John von Neumann  [Ulam, S., “Tribute to John von Neumann”, Bulletin of the American Mathematical Society, vol 64, number 3, part 2, May 1958, pp 1−49.]  This is also said to be the first use of the term "singularity", referring to the sometime-in-the-future point where artificial intelligence reaches such a level as to create a race of super-intelligent artificially-enhanced human beings.

In the history of perfect tomorrows, what happens to people when we no longer die, or live to enormous ages, or replicate necessary organs to such a degree that cell death is no longer an issue, or are just able to get rid our biological corpus and live in something else?

 

I can’t tell when the first references start to appear in literature, scientific or otherwise, regarding the sustainability of the population of the Earth, or of simply filling up the Earth, for that matter. This cartoon (above) by Ralph Wilder, published ca. 1915 (source unknown, unfortunately), may well be in the first wave of what must have seemed at the time to be absurd speculation.

It is impossible for me to imagine what the future of medicine and medical technology may hold for all/some of us in the next 150 years.  I chose this number as it gets us back to one of the greatest advancements in the history of surgery—sterilizing instruments and keeping the surgical room clean. 

 

This is the work of Dr. Joseph Lister (remember badly via a popular consumable) who in one fell swoop (and over the course of several years) brought the survivability rate for all surgeries up by half or so, an extraordinary feat, and only four generations old.  It is less than 400 years ago that William Harvey figured out pulmonary circulation and paid hell for it for many years.  To imagine the obverse, the medical advances that will occur in 2400 may be as foreign to educated us here in 2010 as 2010 looked to William Harvey in 1628 or Joseph Lister in 1863.  DNA is only a few years older than me (discovered in 1953), and even though its discovery may seem antiqued at this point, the technologies and understanding initiated by that discovery may look as quaintly fundamental to those in 2150 as the necessity of having a clean surgical environment looks to us. 

And who knows how advancements may spiral ahead of themselves once intelligent machines start producing machines that are more intelligent than themselves leading to god-knows-what.

But back to the cartoon, and the mathematician Stan Ulam, who is really at the base of this post.  The image depicts the Moon as an escape pod for those who could afford it, the signs suggesting that money would determine who had space to lie and who didn’t.  Of course, there was the problem of actually getting there, which in 1915 or thereabouts was still science fantasy (being twelve years after the Wrights and four years before Goddard).

The second image, from LIFE magazine in 1941, shows a rather massive space vehicle powered by U-235. Discovered by Arthur Jeffrey Dempster in 1935, U-235 was a fissile material capable of sustaining a fission chain reaction. (Dempster, 1886-1950, was a Chicago Ph.D. who during the war would be the Chief Physicist of the great Metallurgical Lab at Chicago, from 1943 to 1946.) The ad (for an insurance firm) shows the ship being powered by what would be a series of nuclear explosions—quite a remarkable thing to be printing in a mass market periodical in the second year of WWII. As it turns out the Physical Review was still publishing sensitive articles on these topics ‘till right about this point, after which their appearances were suspended for the duration of the war. 

And as it turns out the thinking here was prescient.  It was Stan Ulam who first suggested this use of atomic energy in 1947; and it was Freeman Dyson and others who (beginning in 1958)  took this many steps further with Project Orion.  In short, this project was a think-sink for a pulsed nuclear propulsion system for a class of space vehicle that would range in (three) sizes from 8,000 tons to an incredible, space-insatiable 8 million tons. 

Yes, that’s 8 million tons.  That was for a city-sized space ship with a diameter of 400 metres and which could travel at 20,000-30,000 m/s with meganewton thrust, being pushed along by series of nuclear explosions, carrying fantastic payloads and enabling the construction of vast structures on, well, other places. 

I don’t know how the thing would get off the ground.  Evidently this was not an issue, for even in the late 1980’s drawings and plans for this monstrous ark were still being published. But even as I write this I wonder if my own incredulity with the possibility of such travel will be seen incredulous to folks just a few generations down the road.  I suppose this is just another small stop in the history of the time it takes for absurd ideas to look not so.

Defining "Ugly" in Architecture: Rooftop Airport, NYC, 1946

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I think that I'd like to introduce a subset in my Bad Ideas category:  Bad Flat Ideas.  To start it off, I found this very lovely example in LIFE magazine for 18 March 1946, the brainchild of generally-appropriate real estate mogul William Zeckendorf: a spectacularly bad idea of installing a rooftop airport along  a very long swath of property along the West Side. 

 

It seems as though the airport would extend from the bottom third of Central Park south to, well, I really can't tell, perhaps lower midtown? Honestly, it doesn't matter.  For all of its size it actually isn't quite big enough, looking like there's maybe 10 or 20 plane lengths margin-of-error at the end of the runway.  Plus there's the *no* margin of error bit for the edges of the airport, which assumes that no plane will ever topple over the table top. Plus a host of other pertinent stuff.

The penultimate line:  it is also incredibly ugly, a definition of architectural ugliness that few projects could match. 

 

The bottom line though to this project was the bottom line:  in the end, the Manhattan Airport would save about 15 minutes travel time to Philly over Laguardia. 

I should not leave unmentioned the unmentionable project proposed for poor London (which I wrote about late last year here):

Bombing New York City with Women, Meteorites, Nazi Amerika Bombers and Atomic Weapons

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Having just finished a post here on missing and duplicated-in-outer-space New York Cities, we return to the more grim possibilities of pre-Cold War cityicide.

I haven't seen very many images at all of NYC under attack, and this one from nuclear attack on NYC from Collier's Magazine (1948) is fantastically poignant, showing perhaps three ground-bursts of atomic bombs in Manhattan and Brooklyn.  At the time, 1948, the Soviets had just developed their bomb and I think had no way of getting one here.  But this didn't speak to the future, and my guiess is that Collier's was just taking it a little easy with the popular reading clientelle.  I can't remember now how many weapons would've been targeted at NYC by the mid-1950's, but I know it wasn't a simple dozen.

A lateral view of this sort of explosion in Manhattan was presented in an extraordinary issue of the liberal PM Magazine, issued with a 7 August 1945 date (though I think it came out a few days later).  This would have been just a day after the Hiroshima bombing, and the 12 pages of dedicated coverage t the atomic bomb was really quite spectacular.  Included is the following small graphic that appeared on page seven which shows what effect the Hiroshima atomic bomb would have if dropped on New York City—it was no doubt gigantically sobering to anyone who looked at it, and brought the power of the bomb and its destruction to a common, understandable point.  I'm not an historian of the first newspaper coverage of the bomb, but it strikes me that this may well be the first graphic to depict the effects of an atomic bomb exploded over NYC.

Seeing the Collier's pictures makes it that much more difficult to think about the idea of Buckminster Fuller that would help rid ourselves of radiation anxiety (which I wrote about earlier, here).
Fuller’s idea is multiple orders of magnitude removed from the original idea of the arcade, constructing a dome¹ to encapsulate NYC from the East River to the Hudson along 42nd St, and from 64th to 22nd St:  that’s two miles in diameter and, plus a mile high (or about five Empire State Buildings pile one on top of the other).  I’m not so sure how this would be built, or how things would be heated or cooled, or what the construction material was for the skin of the dome, or how people get in and out, or how you deal with heating and cooling, or how any noxious chemicals are expelled—but Mr. Fuller thought that the savings alone from snow removal from NYC streets would pay for the dome in ten years. 

Mr. Fuller also thought that the dome would protect the city (or this part f the city) from radiation fallout.  That could be true, assuming that of all the hundreds of nuclear warheads that the Soviets would’ve launched against NYC alone none of them would’ve found their target, except perhaps for the Ridgways or Staten Island, where the shock wave or winds produced by ensuing firestorms would not have disturbed the dome.  Of course if a warhead actually came close—or actually hit—the dome, the protection from radiation would be moot. 

Another odd and stomach-wrenching image comes from that devilish scamp Eugen Sanger (dead before he was fifty, 1905-1964), a German rocket designer and engineer for the National Socialists, went to work for the French Air Ministry following the end of World War Two after doing his all and thankfully falling short for  the Reichsluftfahrtministerium (RLM, or "Reich Aviation Ministry").

  He worked without rancor there until he was nearly kidnapped by Joe Stalin—for the purpose I suppose of continuing work on what may have been his greatest effort, unfulfilled during the war years—the Amerika Bomber.  The Soviets evidently thought that this might come in handy in 1947.

The Sänger Amerika Bomber (or Orbital Bomber, Antipodal Bomber or Atmosphere Skipper) was designed for supersonic, stratospheric flight, and had much more bang for the buck than the V2 (10000 feet/second exhaust velocity, as compared to the later V-2 rocket's 2000 meters/second, 6560 feet/second) and since it was stratospheric had a far greater range, coming in at better than 14,000 miles.  The 22,000-pound weapon carried one large 8000-pound free-falling bomb.

Sanger’s idea in the early 1940’s was to get this bomb to around Times Square. And since the Amerika Bomber was a relatively inexpensive weapon compared to the damage it could cause, there was room for producing a lot of them.

Seeing Manhattan in the cross hairs like this is quite sobering, and it is an image that is rarely made.

Another attack on Manhattan depicted here comes from above, way above, Manhattan decimated by a meteorite "shower" of enormous magnitude. The image appears in an article by Hudson Maxim (1853-1927, brother of the more famous Hiram) "How the World Will End", printed in 1910, and shows dozens of small meteorites striking NYC in the City Hall area. 

The last image comes from 1904 and--when taken out of context--it seems as though Manhattan is in for the worst of it, with a view in front of the Flat Iron Building of an aerial bombardment of women.  This is probably one of the few bad things that weren't done with/at women, and would actually predate the first use of explosives being dropped from aircraft.  Unfortunately the original, intended image was a poke at  crinoline , and featured women being blown up into the air rather than the other way around, though I like my interpretation better.

Notes:

(Source:  Buckminster Fuller in Think magazine, vol 34, Jan/Feb 1968.  AND of course the lovely work by Alison and Sky Michele Stone, Unbuilt America, McGraw Hill, 1976, pg. 99.)

Mr. Fuller also thought that the dome would protect the city (or this part f the city) from radiation fallout.  That could be true, assuming that of all the hundreds of nuclear warheads that the Soviets would’ve launched against NYC alone none of them would’ve found their target, except perhaps for the Ridgways or Staten Island, where the shock wave or winds produced by ensuing firestorms would not have disturbed the dome.  Of course if a warhead actually came close—or actually hit—the dome, the protection from radiation would be moot. 

Another odd and stomach-wrenching image comes from that devilish scamp Eugen Sanger (dead before he was fifty, 1905-1964), a German rocket designer and engineer for the National Socialists, went to work for the French Air Ministry following the end of World War Two after doing his all and thankfully falling short for  the Reichsluftfahrtministerium (RLM, or "Reich Aviation Ministry").

  He worked without rancor there until he was nearly kidnapped by Joe Stalin—for the purpose I suppose of continuing work on what may have been his greatest effort, unfulfilled during the war years—the Amerika Bomber.  The Soviets evidently thought that this might come in handy in 1947.

The Sänger Amerika Bomber (or Orbital Bomber, Antipodal Bomber or Atmosphere Skipper) was designed for supersonic, stratospheric flight, and had much more bang for the buck than the V2 (10000 feet/second exhaust velocity, as compared to the later V-2 rocket's 2000 meters/second, 6560 feet/second) and since it was stratospheric had a far greater range, coming in at better than 14,000 miles.  The 22,000-pound weapon carried one large 8000-pound free-falling bomb.

Sanger’s idea in the early 1940’s was to get this bomb to around Times Square. And since the Amerika Bomber was a relatively inexpensive weapon compared to the damage it could cause, there was room for producing a lot of them.

Seeing Manhattan in the cross hairs like this is quite sobering, and it is an image that is rarely made.

Another attack on Manhattan depicted here comes from above, way above, Manhattan decimated by a meteorite "shower" of enormous magnitude. The image appears in an article by Hudson Maxim (1853-1927, brother of the more famous Hiram) "How the World Will End", printed in 1910, and shows dozens of small meteorites striking NYC in the City Hall area. 

The last image comes from 1904 and--when taken out of context--it seems as though Manhattan is in for the worst of it, with a view in front of the Flat Iron Building of an aerial bombardment of women.  This is probably one of the few bad things that weren't done with/at women, and would actually predate the first use of explosives being dropped from aircraft.  Unfortunately the original, intended image was a poke at  crinoline , and featured women being blown up into the air rather than the other way around, though I like my interpretation better.

Notes:

(Source:  Buckminster Fuller in Think magazine, vol 34, Jan/Feb 1968.  AND of course the lovely work by Alison and Sky Michele Stone, Unbuilt America, McGraw Hill, 1976, pg. 99.)

New York City: Missing (1902) & Reproduced in Outer Space (1941)

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NYC has certainly had its imaginary/creative trials and tribulations over the last 400 years or so, but I must say that these two depictions of the state of the city are the most, well, unexpected as any I've ever seen.  The first comes from 1902 and is a forward-looking appraisal of the chances of New York City in the near-future.  The aeronaut tourists are being told by the aviator/carny--floating above Manhattan in the future, in the year 1920--that those chances are not very good, the city having disappeared under its own weight, sunk by the growing skyscraper¹ population in a ground loosened by too-numerous tunnels.  The cartoon is a joking editorial, of course, a riposte to the relatively new building jag that pushed big buildings to great new heights. [A post on more realistic views of the City of New York can be seen here]

The second image on the other hand is not a farce; it is one of the strangest (published) unintentionally Outsider, unintentionally Absurdist/Dada works that I've ever seen.  It appeared in a post at the very start of this blog (two years and 500,000 words ago) and it remains a capstone of Mondo Bizarro category².

This 1941 pamphlet isn’t so much “interesting” as it is interestingly illustrated, where all of the semi-coherent  interest resides, the text having left coherence far behind, somewhere, in it own intergalactic dust. 

This is the only known example of the depiction of an extra-terrestrial New York City pictured with the earth in the background. 

Huh?  Yes, this is the Big Apple in space—not its own space but THE space, outer space—somehow, impossibly, removed to some something-or-other (actually in this case, a “bubble”) that, while not being the Moon, was something like it, though not actually a solid and without gravity, floating on a base of floating effluvia and hope, but, well, you get the picture.  Whatever we’re floating on here (actually it is identified as the “perisohere” (don’t ask)) is very big and very very close to the home planet. 

The author, David Gordon, is certainly after something, but what that "something" is I just don't know. He starts things out for the reader asking a series of questions like “why does the earth and other heavenly bodies remain in the air and submerged”, answering them with other questions. 

In all of this Mr. Gordon produced a work of staggering incredibility, more so since it wasn't an intentional science fiction effort,  and in my book any time anyone reveals such a shocking piece of thought deserves a special kind of praise. I'm just thankful that the pamphlet was illustrated.

Notes:

1.  The word "skyscraper" appeared in print only nine years before this cartoon (Harper's Weekly, April 1893), thugh the necessary elements like heating and cooling capacities, electrical lighting, plumbing [with appropriate, siphon jet toilets], elevators with dependable brakes, had been in place since the 1880's or earlier.

2..  One of the other capstone publications written about here is the monumentally bizarre work on sculpting in fat and lard: