Sherlock Holmes wasn't afraid to throw fists. From a 1904 issue of The Strand.
Yep every photograph of a school from the early 1900s looks like a scene you encounter in a haunted house just before all the children unhinge their jaws and rush at you
From an interview with Pierre Curie. The assistant to the Curies, M. Danne, wasn't having it when the interviewer tried to give credit to Pierre alone.
UM, IF IT'S GLOWING THAT MUCH, YOU MIGHT WANT TO TAKE A STEP BACK. OR LIKE 500 STEPS BACK
There's an entire article about balancing shit in a weird way.
The shape of this puzzle hits a little differently today than it did in 1904.
From a story in the magazine. Life goals?
Just as I am laughing at stuff that appeared 100+ years ago in The Strand, The Strand was chuckling at fashions from 100+ years ago: "Our grandmother's fashion plates."
Bookmarking this article to read for later.
Oh, shit. Who wants to try this variation of a loop-the-loop? Yes, that's a person bound sideways in a circular loop.
To celebrate the construction of a new drain pipe in Waterloo, Iowa, in 1903 to prevent the city from flooding, they held a banquet... in the drain pipe.
An anti-collision train design. each train is essentially its own mini bridge, which can pass over another.
Apparently only women of ill-repute used this back in the day.
I have questions.
Some nightmare fuel.
This is interesting, and again one of those unexpected consequences of modernization: street lights affecting fall leaves.
More nightmare fuel: aristocratic scarecrows.
American healthcare: always sucked.
"Detectives receiving a lecture on the method of identification by noses."
Hypnosis shenanigans.
Have I said that Edwardian era people needed better hobbies?
Okay, maybe they had some better hobbies. Who wants to learn to play an Edwardian era naval wargame with me?
This is sincerely fascinating.
A what now
Okay, it's basically a name for a daycare for working women.
More nightmare fuel, in the form of Japanese mini-figures.
We've always been kinda awful to sharks.
Well, I was going to take a nap, but instead that was me going through another entire issue of The Strand. Not quite as exciting as the last one, so let's see on another day what the next issue I download brings...
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Let's do a historical #OpticsLessonOfTheDay on the birthday of my favorite scientist ever, Michael Faraday (1791-1867)! Though he is relatively unknown to the public, he is inarguably one of the greatest scientists who ever lived... and an amazing person, as well.
By societal standards of the time, Faraday should have lived a mundane, uneventful life. He was born the son of a blacksmith in Surrey in the UK. He was raised with little formal education, and was apprenticed to a bookbinder at age 14.
But working at a bookshop gave Faraday access to lots of books, including science books, and his master George Ribeau was a decent fellow who gave Faraday leisure time to indulge his curiosity.
Being clinically depressed makes me very self-centered and it’s hard to break that. My mom has no such excuse. She knows I’ve been struggling and still she chose to make it worse.
And this is the mom who peddled antivax and election conspiracy theories unsolicited when she called me on *my* birthday, so I can sincerely say that she can go to hell.