my phone died on this little book hunting excursion (rare moment when i leave my desk) yesterday but i think i found a new contender for oldest book in my amateur christian material culture archives here at the studio. i will show u in this thread below, if u want.
technically i think this may be the first fully non american book that is over a century old that i have obtained. cool cover:
actually i just noticed it says Cambridge MA in here (didnt really look at it yet) so thankfully it is at least in some way american. a few names and even an address, in oxford. should i return it there
on some of the older books on the title pages if you look closely, like for example the R in the center of the first pic, you can see its actually indented, its pressed into the page via a letterpress. this also makes an indentation on the flip sides of the pages:
idk if everyone knows or if its obvious but thats part of what theyre talking about in the american psycho business card scene, that you can see the “subtle indent” from the letterpress as opposed to being printed via a more typical modern machine
anyway looks like the latest and maybe only date comes at the end of the preface (not expecting you to read just showing you the aesthetic). it says 1846 so this must be from at least around then, making it about 175 years old. pretty cool
its cool
a random selection of topics covered
general aesthetic of how the text is laid out:
the binding is mostly fine but its coming off a tiny bit in the bottom front (i have noticed this is common). you can see (i think) that the pages are bound in folios. there is also a ghost, maybe rubbed off, of the guy on the cover on the back as well
theres tape on the back spread, i guess someone tried to hold it together (very successfully). maybe the original printer put it in. theres the 1.5 centuries old address again in the back so, later when i return from dog class i will ask my wife who reads european to look it up
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theres no coming back from looking into the data on 1800s experiments regarding human sensitivity to electricity and how much it varies, looking at the voltages they were using, and comparing it to how much the average person is exposed to today. im not coming back from this
apparently the extent to which people vary in terms of sensitivity to electricity is so much so that some people in the 1800s couldnt even be exposed to weak electrical "wands" without getting headaches while other people would stop the shock if holding hands in a chain of people
some of these experiments used like one volt. obviously compare that to a nine volt battery. and the biological changes they observed were insane. there was a whole field of studying the biological effects and medical uses of electricity that is totally forgotten.
one thing about watching a ton of debates (while working) on a variety of different topics is when i jump into a new one i can instantly tell who actually has the stronger argument based on the fact that when backed into a corner people make the same appeals, regardless of topic
im interested in what i would call this type of "innate rhetoric", it obviously isnt officially learned, but it could be in religion, politics, some totally unrelated field, when people get "pinned down" the instinctually reach for a handful of "outs", intuitively. fascinating.
for example i just put on some random street debate + after one guy makes a statement the other guy is like "yeah, i just wonder why you're doing this like, why do you care so much", the brain has this self defense feature naturally built in like a spider knows how to make a web
dudes out here really trying to throw something out the window and have it stop halfway down smDh
i rarely promise things but i can 100% assure u that the most intelligent questions you will ever ask yourself will make you sound like an absolute idiot to normal people if they heard them
my neighbor, who is unfortunately an alcoholic, has tapped into the creative madness of the studio and attached a microwave to his riding lawnmower. its attached. im looking at it sitting on the concrete patio. an object of terrifying beauty, like the angels in the duino elegies
unless im lowkey living next to the next tesla i have to imagine it is just there for safekeeping. i can see the cord hanging but not where it leads. could it be connected to some power source. dare i dream such a dream. new vistas of my mind are opening, heralding a new time
upon further scrutiny i cannot confirm that the microwave is securely attached. i am observing from a distance. i may get closer and attempt to draw up some kind of schematic. if i fail to return please assume that some agency, such as the ATF or the r0ckefellers were involved.
perhaps obvious but i suspect that large amounts of space was a massive factor in americas individualist streak. everywhere ive lived ive had at least one close neighbor infringing on me in a variety of ways and it gives me a visceral possibly illogical reaction to libertarianism
i used to be punk rock say no to rules guy but after the shaking the room techno at 3am neighbor and the playing trumpet at night neighbor and the guy who made my wife sick with cigarette smoke an atavistic part of me is ready to 1984 big brother up. perhaps this explains britain
“would you trade freedom for comfort”
me generally: of course not
me when i can hear my neighbor through my headphones:
[me, lighting a cigarette and enjoying the few seconds before i ruin an otherwise lovely family dinner, watching the smoke curl and disappear in the anticipatory silence. i exhale]: