14 September 2021

Retirement living for my grandmother


After my grandmother Selma Finseth was widowed in 1960, she moved off the farm in southern Minnesota to a facility in Minneapolis that provided facilities equivalent to a modern senior living center.  

The Francis Drake Hotel was not designed specifically for seniors; it was a more broadly-purposed "apartment hotel" that also catered to posh travelers and bachelors who didn't know how to cook, as described in this promotional text from the 1920s:
A magnificent new apartment hotel, one of the outstanding buildings in Minneapolis. Conveniently located at Tenth Street and Fifth Avenue South. The Francis Drake was designed to meet the particular needs of discriminating residents and transients. It represents the utmost in careful planning. good construction, complete equipment and elaborate furnishing...

Accommodations of this ultra modern apartment hotel include 108 apartments and 50 transient chambers. Sixty of the apartments have Pullman kitchenettes, 18 are augmented by an additional dinette, and 30 are bachelor apartments. Every room has a private bath. Furnishings include the most magnificent of over-stuffed furniture, made in Minneapolis and purchased through leading Minneapolis retail establishments, and all furnishings chairs, wall beds, draperies, rugs and carpets have been tastefully selected to serve the needs of the rooms for which they were chosen. All furnishings—bedroom furniture, odd decorations are of the richest and finest; the best products of establishments renowned for high grade furnishings. Frigidaire electrical refrigeration is used throughout the Francis Drake, apartments being equipped with the Frigidaire models specially designed for use, thus relieving all guests of the annoyance of an outside ice supply.
A free vacuum cleaning service is available to all tenants. The private laundry is completely equipped, including automatic dryers, and drying space furnished to guests. A water softening system provides soft water at ell times. The building has a vacuum heating system. General features of the Francis Drake include the Lobby and Lounge, with magnificent appointments: the ballroom of Moorish architectural design; a tastefully appointed dining room, the commissary, beauty parlors and barber shop. There is a billiard and amusement room for guests. Twenty-four hour desk and telephone service is maintained...
The hotel was built in the 1920s as a luxury facility to accommodate upscale residents and visitors, and was listed in the Green Book travel guide, but as the decades passed the "poshness" factor faded:
As historic hotels go, its design wasn’t particularly notable, even in its day. And the modest Renaissance Revival building was dwarfed by the massive Nicollet Hotel, a grand hotel that opened in 1924 on Washington Avenue.

The Drake, at 10th Street and 5th Avenue S., wasn’t in a fashionable neighborhood, like the Radisson, the Dyckman and the Andrews — all of which were bigger, fancier and located in the heart of the city...
During my grandmother's years there (1960-64) it was a comfortable apartment building within walking distance of downtown amenities, but it continued to fade thereafter:
Whatever vogue it had upon opening, it slipped into second-tier status after a decade or two. A desultory renovation in the 1960s refreshed the cafe and added an anomalously modern, multicolored plastic archway over one entrance.
In the 1980s it was repurposed for "emergency and transitional housing" for homeless people and locals displaced by tornadoes etc.  In 2019 it was gutted by a Christmas Day fire.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

10 September 2021

"I can't believe you morons actually buy this shit"


That's the title of an assemblage of 23 works of art by Banksy that is currently being offered by Christies.  Starting bids range from GBP 20,000 to 100,000.

Readers with an interest in literature will be more interested in The Exceptional Literature Collection of Theodore B. Baum, Part One.  


Wow.

A "momentous shift" in the labor market


That's the phrase used by John Authers to describe the above chart, which depicts about 25 years of changes is wages for low-skilled and high-skilled workers.
"For the third month in a row, wages for the low-skilled have risen faster than for the high-skilled. In the previous history of the survey, which now goes back almost 25 years, this had only ever happened in two months, in early 2010. Wage growth for the low-skilled is also exceeding that for the high-skilled by the most on record. 

In terms of the momentous macroeconomic issues of the moment, this is good for growth, as poorer people are more likely to spend their pay rises than richer people. It’s also potentially bad for inflation. Wage growth for the lowest skilled is the fastest since August 2008 (not coincidentally, the month before the Lehman bankruptcy), and that could easily lead to higher prices. 

More interestingly still, it does suggest a shift in the balance of power between labor and capital. This isn’t as yet a deep-seated or well-established trend, of course. But if it continues it could rattle a lot of assumptions, and alleviate a lot of social tension.

And that leads to one final readthrough. Low-skilled workers endured a truly terrible deal from 2011 to 2013, when their wages didn’t even gain 1% per year. Higher-skilled workers did far better. Barack Obama was president at the time. If any one chart helps to explain how Donald Trump was able to disrupt the coalition that elected Obama, this might be it. And if this continues, it could be fantastic political news for Joe Biden, who could do with some at present. It’s worth watching this, very closely. "

Gleanings from Heimskringla


Heimskringla is a compilation of sagas about the early Norse kings in Iceland by poet and historian Snorri Sturluson in the 13th century. "The name Heimskringla was first used in the 17th century, derived from the first two words of one of the manuscripts (kringla heimsins, "the circle of the world")."  Herewith some excerpts from the book.
"During the night [Fjolnir] went out on the balcony to find a place to relieve himself.  He was drowsy with sleep and dead drunk, and on his way back to his lodgings he went along the balcony and to the wrong loft door and through it  He missed his footing and fell into the mead vat and drowned." 

"It was spring, and the sun shone with great warmth; and when they drove over Rykins Inlet - people had watered their cattle there during the winter, and their dung had fallen on the ice, and the sun's warmth had melted the ice there.  Now when the king [Halfdan] drove over that stretch, the ice broke under him, and he perished with many of his followers.  He had reached his fortieth year then.  There had been excellent seasons during his rule... men of influence came and prayed, all of them, to take the body with them to be buried in their lands; for it was thought that he who got possession of it could expect good seasons... the head was laid in a mound at Stein in Hringariki, but each of the others carried away their share and interred them in burial mounds in the homelands, and all are called the mounds of Halfdan." 

"Sigurth slew Melbrigthi Tooth, a Scottish earl, and fastened his head to his saddle straps.  The calf of his leg struck the tusk protruding from the skull, mortification set in, and he died from it."

"Afterwards, Earl Einar went up to Halfdan and cut the "blood eagle" on his back, in this fashion that he thrust his sword into his chest by the backbone and severed all the ribs down to the loins, and then pulled out the lungs; and that was Halfdan's death."

"He recognized Klerkon there, the man who had killed his foster father, Thorolf Lousebeard."

"Thorir said it was the custom of Bjarmaland that when a wealthy man died, [half of his movable property] was to be carried into the woods, sometimes put into grave mounds, an covered with earth... "In this enclosure is a mound, and in it is gold and silver all mixed up with earth.  Let us go at it.  But inside the yard there stands the god of the Permians [Finns] who is called Jomali.  Let no one be so bold as to plunder him."  Thereupon they went at the mound and took out of it as much gold and silver as they could and carried it away in their garments.  Much earth stuck to it, as might be expected... Karli saw that Thorir had the silver bowl with him.  The Karli ran up to Jomali.  He saw that he had a thick necklace around his neck.  Karli swung his axe and cut in two the thong with which the necklace was fastened in the back of Jomali's neck.  That blow was so violent that Jomali's head came off..."

"He proceeded to the court of King Knut who received him well.  It was then seen that Thorir had with him an abundance of valuables and all the money he and Karli had taken in Bjarmaland.  In the large barrels there was a false bottom, and the drink in between, and both the barrels were mainly filled with squirrel skins and beaver and sable furs."

"Now when they played chess, King Knut and Earl Ulf, the king made a false move, and the earl took a knight from him.  The king put his figure back and said he was going to make a different move.  The earl became angry, tossed the chess board down, rose, and went away... Next morning, when the king put on his clothes he said to his page, "Go to Earl Ulf and kill him..."

"It so happened one Sunday that King Olaf sat in his high-seat at table and was so busy with his thoughts that he was not aware of the lapse of time.  He had a knife in his hand and cut chips of a piece of wood.  A page stood before him, holding a drinking vessel.  He saw what the king was doing, and gathered that he was thinking of other matters.  He said, "It will be Monday tomorrow, sire."  The king looked at him when he heard these words and became aware then of what he had done.  Then the king asked that a candle be brought to him.  He swept all the savings which he had cut into his hand, then set them on fire and let them burn his palm; from which one could gather that from that time on he would strictly observe the laws and commandments, not do anything but what he knew was right."

"... they rowed out into the Golden Horn [the harbor of Byzantium], and when they came to where iron chains were stretched across the entrance of the harbor Harald ordered the men on both vessels to take to their oars; and those who did not row were to run back to the stern, each with his sleeping bag in hand.  So they ran the galleys up on the iron chains.  And as soon as they were fast and the momentum was spent, Harald ordered them all to run forward.  Then the galley on which Harald was, plunged forward and through this teetering slid down from the iron chain; but the other galley hung fast on the chain and broke in two, and many drowned there... In this fashion Harald escaped from Miklagarth and sailed into the Black Sea..."

"They broke his leg bones and arm bones with the hammers of their axes.  Then they stripped him of his clothes and wanted to flay him alive, and did scalp him.  But they could not carry out their intention on account of the flow of blood.  Then they took whips of walrus-hide and flogged him until his skin was completely off as if he had been flayed.  Then they took a pole and broke his backbone.  Then they dragged him to a tree and hanged him.  They cut off his head and then they dragged his carcass away and buried it in a heap of stones... it took a man of rare strength of mind to stand being tortured in such fashion as not to say a word or to budge; nor did he raise his voice anymore than if he sat drinking..."

[an English priest is accused of indecency] "Then Einar took a peg and set it on the eye of the priest.  The servant stood over him and struck down with his axe, knocking out the eye so that it dropped into his beard.  Then they set the peg on the other eye and said to the servant, "Don't strike quite so hard."  He did so.  Then the peg glanced off the eyeball and tore loose the eyelid.  Then Einar took hold of the eyelid with his hand and held it up and saw that the eyeball still was in place.  Then he set the peg outside on the cheek bone, the servant struck, and the eyeball fell down on the cheek bone where it was most prominent.  Next they opened his mouth pulled his tongue out, and cut it off.  Then they undid his hands and his head.  As soon as he regained his senses it occurred to him to lay the eyeballs under the brows in their proper places and to hold them there with both hands the best he could..."

"Then the healer woman said, "Let me see your wounds and bandage them.".. And when she inspected his wounds she looked closely at the wound he had in his side.  She noticed that there was an iron it it, but did not know which path it had taken.  She had made a concoction in a stone kettle in which she had mashed leeks and other herbs and boiled them together, and that she gave the wounded men to eat.  In that manner she tried to find out if they had wounds in vital parts, because she could smell the leek through a wound which went into the body cavity..."

"He came to the town, and both then had speech with the king and Alfifa, requesting them to give permission to disinter the body of King Olaf... Now when twelve months and five days had passed after the death of King Olaf, his holy remains were again disinterred.  By that time the coffin had again emerged considerably out of the round, and looked span-new as though it were but recently planed... A delicious odor met them.  Then the bishop bared the countenance of the king, and its aspect had changed in  nowise, and there was a ruddiness on his cheeks as though he had only recently fallen asleep.  Those who had seen King Olaf when he fell now saw a great change in that his hair and nails had grown almost as much as they would have if he had been alive all the time since he fell... Then Alfifa said, "Mighty little do bodies decompose when buried in sand.  It would not be the case if he had lain in earth..."
The word "tome" was invented to describe works such as this.  850 pages with a seemingly endless litany of pillaging and manslaughter.  But mandatory reading for those of us trying to understand our ancient Norse heritage.

For other excerpts from Heimskringla, see these two prior posts: Enforcement of early Christianity and A "cattle dog" in the eleventh century.

Faux rocks


This is way out halfway to the middle of nowhere.  Found it years ago while hiking for butterfly photography.  I believe the water is an output from some type of suburban water treatment actitivy (an explanatory sign at the back faces an intercity bike trail).  The way you can tell they are not natural boulders is to look from the back...


... and see that one of the "boulders" has a door.  All of this behind a chain-link fence presumably to keep out meddlers and terrorists.

Next to the door are some real-life boulders.  The fake ones are probably some type of cast concrete similar to what modern zoos use to replicate wild environments.

What impresses me is that this community went to all the trouble (and expense) of creating a visually attractive front for this ultimately prosaic process, at a location that is not readily seen by the public (it's not even on a regular hiking trail - I had to walk down a dirt access road from the park).  It is mowed on a regular basis and maintained for the benefit of whatever critters happen to fly, crawl, or swim in.  Kudos to someone.

It's located here, for any locals who want to visit.

08 September 2021

Interesting name for a cosmetics company


Makes me sleepy just looking at the display... (because...)

A question about recharging batteries


I use rechargeable batteries for my keyboard, mouse, alarm clocks etc and have noticed a puzzling phenomenon.  My recharger is probably a standard model, with an indicator light that turns off when the process is "complete."

But... if I then test the recharged batteries in a battery tester, sometimes the "recharged" ones are only perhaps 70% max.   It is not the battery's fault, apparently, because when I pair up a couple 70-80% ones and reinsert them, they recharge to the 100% level.

I'm guessing that when two weak batteries are inserted, the recharging process proceeds until one of the batteries is at max, then shuts off, without continuing for the second battery.  If I insert a 75% and a 25%, the 75% reaches 100% but the 25% might be only 60-80%.  They would seem to be charging in series, not in parallel.

It's easy to workaround the problem by using a battery tester, but it's a nuisance.  I don't know whether the design is necessary to avoid overcharging the better one of the pair, or whether my (old) recharger was suboptimally designed.

Someone out there will know the answer.  Thanks in advance.

(Just to clarify, my tester does not give exact percentages; I am extrapolating from a red/yellow/green non-numerical readout.)

Addendum.  Wow.  Lots of useful information in the Comments section, including this link to a comprehensive relevant website.

When it's o.k. to be a Karen

The Madison [Wisconsin] School District is considering whether to remove the word “Karen” from a section of its online student enrollment form where parents can identify their children’s ethnicity, apparently after some expressed concerns about its modern-day connotations.

“Karen” in the parlance of current American race relations has come to mean a demanding white woman blind to her own privilege and racism.

Think the woman who called police on a Black birdwatcher in New York City’s Central Park last year after he asked her to put her dog on a leash.

“Karen,” though, also refers to “a number of ethnic groups with Tibetan-Central Asian origins” who speak 12 related but distinct languages, according to the London-based human rights group Minority Rights Group International. The group estimates there are some 4 million Karen (pronounced “kuh-REN”), mostly in Myanmar. An estimated 215,000 live in the U.S.
Detailed explanation at the Wisconsin State Journal.  You learn something every day.

07 September 2021

"Don't you be my neighbor"


I have brazenly appropriated the title of this post (and the embedded image) from the July 30 episode of This American Life.  Rather than embed an audio here and potentially steal a little of their traffic, I'll instead provide two links so you can listen at their site.

Home, Home Near the Range is a 23-minute longlisten.  The content is unsettling.
Fear Thy Neighbor is a 21-minute followup to the above.  Equally disturbing.

I'll close the comments here because I don't have time to curate comments on this subject.

Enforcement of early Christianity

"Then [Eyvind Kinnrifa] was brought to King Olaf.  The king bade him to let himself be baptized like others.  But Eyvind refused.  The king with kind words urged him to accept Christianity, both he and the bishop giving him many reasons for so doing.  But Eyvind would not budge.  Then the king offered him gifts and great revenues, but Eyvind refused all.  Then the king threatened him with torture or death.  Still Eyvind would not budge.  Thereupon the king had a basin full of live coals brought in and put on Eyvind's belly, and soon his belly burst.

Then Eyvind said: "Take the basin away.  I want to say a few words before I die."  And that was done. 

Then the king asked, "Will you now believe in Christ, Eyvind?"

"No," he said, "I cannot accept any baptism.  I am a spirit brought to life in human shape by the sorcery of Finns, my father and my mother could have no child before."  Then Eyvind died.  He had been a great sorcerer..
-- from the Saga of Olaf Tryggvason, in Snorri Sturleson's Heimskringla (c. 1230)

[King Olaf] investigated how Christianity was being kept, and when he considered that there was need of improvement, he taught them the right faith.  And he laid such stress on it that if he found anyone who did not want to abandon heathendom, he drove him out of the land.  Some he had maimed, having their hands or feet lopped off or their eyes gouged out, others he had hanged or beheaded, but left no one unchastised who refused to serve God... Always he punished both the mighty and the humble."
    -- from the Saga of Olaf Tryggvason, in Snorri Sturleson's Heimskringla (c. 1230)

A "cattle dog" in the eleventh century

"Once Olaf was in Ireland on some warlike expedition with his fleet.  And when they required to make a raid on the shore for food, some men went on land and drove a great number of cattle down to the shore.  Then a farmer ran after them and prayed Olaf to let him have the cows he owned, and Olaf told him he could have his cows if he recognized them, "but don't delay us."  The farmer had with him a large cattle dog.  He pointed him into the flock, where many hundred cattle were being driven.  The dog circled the whole herd and drove away as many cows as the farmer said he owned, and they all bore the same mark, so they believed that the dog had recognized them properly, and they thought the dog marvelously clever.  Then Olaf asked the farmer if he would give him the dog.

"Gladly," said the farmer.  Olaf right away gave him a gold ring in return and promised him his friendship.  That dog was called Vigi and was a most outstanding dog.  Olaf kept him for a long time afterwards."
-- from the Saga of Olaf Tryggvason, in Snorri Sturleson's Heimskringla (c. 1230)

The maze at Hampton Court Palace

"Gardener Gemma Hearn undertakes a final trim of the palace’s maze in Surrey, before it reopens to visitors for the first time since March 2020."  

From the writings of Edgar Allan Poe...

From The Murders in the Rue Morgue:
"A murder so mysterious, and so perplexing in all its particulars, was never before committed in Paris - if indeed a murder has been committed at all.  The police are entirely at fault - an unusual occurrence in affairs of this nature  There is not, however, the shadow of a clew apparent."  
"At fault" seems like a reference to the perpetrator of the crime.  In this case it means at a loss or puzzled, from hunting jargon referring to a break in the trail or a lost scent.

"Let me now advert - not to the whole testimony respecting these voices - but to what was peculiar in that testimony..."  (Heed, pay attention)

(An editor's comment re a laundered oath): 
"Darn", according to H.L. Mencken, is "derived from tarnal, an American contraction of eternal that arose during the eighteenth century and was in wide use as an intensive by the time of the Revolution.  Tarnal... quickly gave rise to tarnation as a euphemism for damnation, and... by 1798 it had assimilated the initial d of damnation, and in the course of time tarnal and its derivatives in t dropped out of use, and only darn remained." (The American Language, Knopf, 1863 ed: p. 296) 
"I will not describe the city of Edinburgh - the classic Edina."  [posted because 70 years ago I lived in a city called Edina.  This was new to me]


An editor's note:  
"The  word "belfry," by the way, does not come from the word bell.  The Middle English word was berfrey, but by association with bell tower the word changed its spelling and pronunciation in the fifteenth century.  Berfrey originally meant a penthouse, then a movable tower used by besiegers, then a tower to protect watchmen, a watchtower, a beacon tower, an alarm-bell tower, and finally a place where a bell is hung.  The modern French word is beffroi."
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