Happy Emily Warren Roebling Day!

Brooklyn Museum: Portrait of Emily Warren Roebling
[Emily Warren Roebling]


As a lady scientist who's spent many afternoons in history of technology lectures, I'm contractually required to acknowledge Emily Warren Roebling. Today is the 167th anniversary of her birth, so it seems as opportune a time as any.

So.... basically, she was the lady that built the Brooklyn Bridge. Okay, that's an exaggeration on a couple of counts. First, engineers aren't typically the folks doing the "building." Second, she did have some help.

Emily's father-in-law was John Roebling, a prominent civil engineer. John designed, appropriately enough, the Roebling Suspension Bridge spanning the Ohio River at Cincinnati and Covington, Kentucky. His next major project would be the Brooklyn Bridge.

John's son, Washington Roebling, was a civil engineer for the Union in the US Civil War, during which he met Emily Warren (who was essentially his boss' daughter). The two married, and Washington went to Cincinnati to work under his father. Washington then worked as assistant engineer on his father's Brooklyn Bridge.

And then things happened. 19th Century things.

First, John Roebling stubbed his toe on a tugboat. It was 1868, so he died of tetanus shortly thereafter. Washington took over as chief engineer. He was heavily involved in the complicated work of designing and building the bridge's massive towers, and spent a good deal of time mucking around the bottom of the East River. By 1872, he had developed a severe case of the bends, which made him increasingly bedridden.


[A picture of the Brooklyn Bridge, "an everlasting monument to the sacrificing devotion of a woman and of her capacity for that higher education from which she has been too long disbarred."]


The Brooklyn Bridge was completed in 1883. This leaves a healthy 11-year gap between the initial onset of Washington's decompression sickness and the bridge's opening. There was presumably no shortage of engineers on site, but Washington wanted to remain engineer-in-chief while retaining someone he trusted to be his eyes and ears.

Washington made Emily his assistant, effectively putting her in charge of supervising construction as he laid in bed in New Jersey. She learned not only engineering, but the art of politics in over a decade (a Nineteenth Century decade) of prominent work on the Brooklyn Bridge.

When the bridge was dedicated, Washington reportedly told his wife, "I want the world to know that you, too, are one of the Builders of the Bridge."*

Perhaps the most direct acknowledgement of her work came in a speech from then U.S. Congressman Abram Stevens Hewitt, who proclaimed the Brooklyn Bridge: "an everlasting monument to the sacrificing devotion of a woman and of her capacity for that higher education from which she has been too long disbarred." That said, Emily still doesn't really get as much credit as she deserves.

Unfortunately, I've pretty much exhausted my personal knowledge of Emily Warren Roebling (but see this). As a lady scientist married to a woman who got her engineering degree in the 21st Century, I think Emily Warren Roebling's an important figure. Engineering while female is difficult these days. Supervising (irrespective of whether it was in the guise of being her husband's faithful servant) one of the greatest civil engineering projects of the 19th Century is inspirational, to say the least.

Oh, and after the Brooklyn Bridge's completion, Emily obtained a law degree from NYU, and apparently focused on women's rights. So: Happy Birthday Emily Warren Roebling!

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*My source for this and some of the other information in this post is Henry Petroski's Engineers of Dreams. The BBC also has some archived websites with information similar to what's on Wikipedia.

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Top Chef: Just Desserts Open Thread



[Image from last night's episode: Pastrycheftestants scoop up wads of candy (Diabetics go home!) to do I don't know what with.]

Last night's episode will be delicately whipped and folded, so if you haven't seen it, and don't want any spoilers, pack your whisk and go...

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Cat Stevens: "Randy"

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The GOP's Contract with Pledge to America

Oh dear.

The intellectually moribund collection of miscreants, malcontents, and dingalings known as the Republican Party plans to unveil its "Pledge to America" today (the full text of which is viewable below). It's 21 pages of the most dreary, unoriginal claptrap you'll ever read, as uninspired as it is uninspiring.

"The need for urgent action to repair our economy and reclaim our government for the people cannot be overstated. With this document, we pledge to dedicate ourselves to the task of reconnecting our highest aspirations to the permanent truths of our founding by keeping faith with the values our nation was founded on, the principles we stand for, and the priorities of our people. This is our Pledge to America."
That is some grim shit, right there. It doesn't even have the capacity to infuriate me, because I'm using all my energy just trying to stay awake.

This is '94's "Contract with America" all over again. Except, inconceivably, even less visionary. The GOP Platform: Now with a strong whiff of mothballs!

The only thing more pathetic than the "Pledge to America" would be if America actually buys into this hot mess, considering that following the "Contract with America," which promised (among other things) fiscal responsibility, personal responsibility, and the restoration of the "American Dream," the Republicans shut down the government, commenced a witchhunt against a sitting president for a private sex act, went on a wild spending spree, cut taxes while launching two wars of choice, racked up ethics violations like they were going out of style, had so many representatives and senators in prison or under investigation that a Republican strategist lamented that the GOP was viewed as "a bunch of buffoons who have total disregard for the principles of the party, the law of the land and the future of the country," and oversaw a complete collapse of the economy, with skyrocketing rates of hunger, homelessness, job loss, bankruptcy, and foreclosure.

The only pledge to this nation the Republicans ought to be making is a promise to sit down, shut the fuck up, stop being obstructionist wankers, and let someone else give it a real go for awhile, because the GOP obviously has no new ideas.

And we all know their old ideas don't fucking work.

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Locke & Linus: Private Eyes

Or whatever the Terry O'Quinn-Michael Emerson project is going to be called has been picked up by NBC.

Squee!

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Feel the Homomentum!

Finally there's some good news on the equality front for gay families in Florida.

A state appeals court on Wednesday struck down Florida's controversial ban on adoptions by gay men and women as unconstitutional, and Gov. Charlie Crist and the state's child-welfare chief announced hours later they will immediately cease to enforce the ban.

In a unanimous ruling, a three-judge panel of the Third District Court of Appeal in West Miami-Dade said there is no ''rational basis'' for excluding gay men and lesbians from the pool of potential adoptive parents, upholding a November 2008 opinion by Miami-Dade Circuit Judge Cindy Lederman.

Calling Wednesday ''a very good day for Florida'' and ''a great day for children,'' Crist told reporters his administration will immediately cease enforcing the statute, which has held sway over Florida child welfare policy since 1977, when the Legislature voted overwhelmingly to exclude gays and lesbians from adopting.

''Children deserve a loving home to be in, and the opportunity for judges to make this call on a case-by-case basis for every adoption,'' said Crist, who once supported the ban. The U.S. Senate candidate reversed himself after he left the Republican Party and began courting liberal and moderate voters.
First, I don't think the court had much of a choice; the ban is clearly a violation of the equal-rights provisions of the state and federal constitutions, and singling out one group for discrimination on the basis of fear and superstition is something only the ignorant and the hateful could support. Second, I suppose we owe the Tea Party and Marco Rubio a vote of thanks: had they not driven Charlie Crist out of the Senate race as a Republican, he would not have had to run to the center and court liberal voters, which, cynical though it may sound, is one reason for his switch to supporting gay adoption.

But no matter how you slice it, it's a win -- especially for the kids -- and we'll take it.

Crossposted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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Open Thread

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Question of the Day


Earlier today Liss and I were talking about our childhood masturbation habits. (And no, don't even ask how we got on that subject.)

I confessed a fondness for sticking Atari joysticks up my b-hole as a boy. (By the way, I so need one of these, like now.)

Liss said she had a drumstick swathed in balloon. "So as to avoid splinters."

(When she said drumstick, the first thing that ran through my mind was chicken leg, and was immediately all "Eeewww!" Then I thought "That frozen ice cream bar? Brrrr!" After a moment it processed, and my mind went back to splinters. Youch!)

So, what's the weirdest thing you ever masturbated with as a kid?

p.s. Liss notes: "For the record, I have never wanked with foodstuff of any description."

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Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"



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See Deeky's archive of all previous Conniving & Sinister strips here.

[In which Liss reimagines the long-running comic "Frank & Ernest," about two old straight white guys "telling it like it is," as a fat feminist white woman (Liss) and a biracial queerbait (Deeky) telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.]

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Hurley News

Jorge Garcia will be guest-starring in the pilot of Mr. Sunshine, Matthew Perry's new show on ABC.

Garcia will play a staffer at the second-rate San Diego sports arena that Perry’s character manages. He’ll appear in the pilot, which is undergoing some retooling.

Woot!

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Daily Dose o' Cute


Lord Dudley Couchington


The Spy Who Sophed Me


Olivia is ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille.


Matilda's got some bloggin' to do.

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Dot

Text Onscreen: Dot.

A little white blond-haired girl (woman?) in a white shirt, blue skirt, and blue shoes, who looks to be made out of clay falls onto what looks to be plaid wool fabric. The left edge of the fabric unravels and curls and begins rolling toward her, making an ominous munching sound. Dot gasps and begins to run, as the rolling wool gives chase. She hops across the tops of coins, the edge of a paper bill, across the heads of screws and pins, along the top of a measuring tape, and keeps running, avoiding falling crystals, until she comes upon a bee. She hops on its back, and it flies over a sea of pencil gratings, and past a skyline of keys and iron files and tools, into a storm; Dot falls off and uses a flower as a parachute, landing just in time to begin running from the rolling wool again, which eventually catches her. Dot stands her ground, grabbing two nails and using them as swords to fight the rolling wool. It consumes her! She uses the nails as knitting needles and knits the wool into a blanket, which she then pulls over herself and goes to sleep, sighing contentedly.

Text Onscreen: The End. (Followed by credits.)
The hat tip goes to Shaker skirt, who found it here, and says: "Wow! A female protagonist who is by herself, saves herself, and is resourceful! Too bad she's microscopic. I now want a series of blockbusters devoted to Dot and her miniscule world." Me, too!

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Smart Lady

Hillary Clinton knows lots of very important things. One of the very important things she knows is that stoves are a womanist/feminist issue.

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Wednesday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, makers of Sophie's Monitors, for the discerning monitor cat.

Recommended Reading:

scatx: What is this story about? [TW for sexual violence, workplace harassment, and body policing]

Andy: Appeals Court Upholds Ruling Declaring Florida's Ban on Gay Adoption Unconstitutional

Jennifer: Child Marriage Prevention Legislation Progresses in the Senate

Renee: The Black Play Thing on The Big C [TW for racism]

Fannie: We Are Not Amused [TW for violence]

Melissa: Quote of the Day

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Assvertising

Literally:

KFC wants folks to watch its backside.

Or, more precisely, the backsides of female college students it's recruiting to promote its hot new bunless Double Down sandwiches.

Women on college campuses are being paid $500 each to hand out coupons while wearing fitted sweatpants with "Double Down" in large letters across their rear ends.

...KFC marketing chief John Cywinski says it's an effective way to catch the attention of young men — KFC's key customers and the biggest fans of Double Down.
Shaker somebodyoranother emailed this to me with precisely one word of commentary: "Ugh." I don't really have anything to add to that.

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Nope

"Divorce is not an option."

A. Yes it is.

B. Yes it should be.

I'm all for not throwing in the towel at the slightest hint of trouble, but I am also for not hanging around in a shitty relationship on some sort of misguided principle.

Divorce is an option, and often a very good one.

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Just Like Jesus Would Do

[Trigger warning for clergy abuse, sexual violence, and victim grooming.]

I don't have a lot to say about the allegations against prominent Atlanta pastor Eddie Long, who is being sued by two men who say Long coerced them into sexual activity. I do want to note two things, however: The alleged grooming strategy is one that is familiar to anyone who has read and written about the Catholic Church abuses and many of the cases of clergy abuse in the evangelical community as well.

The suits also said that Long framed the sexual relationships as religious in nature.

The suits allege that Long chose the plaintiffs to be his "Spiritual Sons," a program that allegedly includes other young men from the church.

...Flagg's suit says that Long presided over a spiritual "covenant" ceremony between the two of them.

"It was essentially a marriage ceremony, with candles, exchange of jewelry, and biblical quotes," Bernstein said Tuesday. "The bishop [told] him I will always have your back and you will always have mine."

Robinson's suit alleges that "Defendant Long would use Holy Scripture to discuss and justify the intimate relationship between himself and Plaintiff Robinson."
Over and over again, we've heard about priests and protestant ministers who coerce victims into "sexual relationships" by positing that it is God's will and using their holy book to facilitate and justify rape.

This is one of many reasons I am desperately opposed to substituting faith-based initiatives for a federally mandated and funded social safety net. Yeah, sixty-seven layers of bureaucracy is a pain in the ass, but it also provides a level of oversight and accountability that going to your local neighborhood rectory doesn't. And yeah, institutional offices and overworked employees can be cold and clinical, but they also don't ply vulnerable people with coercive fairy tales.

Which is not to say that there are no government employees who exploit people they are meant to be helping. Of course that happens—and, in no coincidence, it tends to happen primarily in one-on-one, non-bureaucratic situations, e.g. military recruitment.

It's also not to say that everyone, or even most people, who work with faith-based social programs are preying on the people they are meant to be helping.

It's just to underline that extreme power differentials—like the one between a man claiming to be a spokesperson for God and a young person who needs a place to live—in the provision of basic life needs to vulnerable and/or searching people creates a situation that's rife for abuse.

Meanwhile, I'm sure you'll be totally unsurprised to hear that the victim-blaming has already begun:
A spokesman for Long told CNN on Wednesday that the allegations are "a case of retaliation and a shakedown for money by men with some serious credibility issues."
Let's just say for shits and giggles that's actually true. It's still not something that's appropriate to say about someone alleging sexual assault, because it plays into such pernicious narratives about the reasons anyone alleges rape.

And, frankly, the only people who should be interested in perpetuating the rape culture are rapists.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



John Travolta: "Sandy"

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Buh-Bye

Bloomberg reports that Larry Summers will be leaving his White House position after the November election.

I love this:

Administration officials are weighing whether to put a prominent corporate executive in the NEC director's job to counter criticism that the administration is anti-business, one person familiar with White House discussions said. White House aides are also eager to name a woman to serve in a high-level position, two people said. They also are concerned about finding someone with Summers' experience and stature, one person said.
They want to replace famous misogynist Larry Summers with a woman...after the election (because Maude knows they wouldn't want anyone thinking they're pandering to women and alienating the prized misogynist vote before the election).

Naturally, I also love that they want to install a corporate crony "to counter criticism that the administration is anti-business." Fates forfend a Democratic administration be viewed as anything but in thrall to the Robber Barons who have trashed the economy!

And let's make sure the hack is a lady, so when the lefties complain, Gibbs and Obama can accuse progressives (especially feminist progressives) of not being happy with anything they do: "We give them a woman and all they can do is complain about how she's a corporate mouthpiece! We can't win!"

Whoops your one-dimensional chess is showing.

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The Overton Window: Chapter Eight

In my last post, I mentioned that getting shooshed by a car in the rain was a cliché. A whole bunch of readers (probably secret teabaggers, the lot of them) claimed they had had that happen in real life. So, the shooshing may be a cliché, but apparently it still happens. My apologies to the shooshed. May justice one day be yours. Now that that's cleared up...

I'm fifty pages into the book now. Fifty pages. That's a fairly big chunk of the story. Allow me a moment to sum up what's happened so far. I'll even do it in bullet points, for true Darthur Gardner authenticity.

  • Prologue: Eli Churchill makes a phone call, is assassinated
  • Chapter one: Noah buys a Tootsie Roll
  • Chapter two: Molly hangs up a flyer
  • Chapter three: Darthur plots to overthrow the government
  • Chapter four: Noah makes some phone calls
  • Chapter five: Noah walks down a hall
  • Chapter six: Noah is briefly detained by Blackwater
  • Chapter seven: Noah walks in the rain
Fifty pages and not much of anything has happened. There was a little bit in chapter three and a little in six. But mostly it's been filler. It feels to me as if Beck has maybe a 30 page story here and is desperately trying to stretch it out to 300. The two page chapters might give the illusion that the story is moving briskly along, but the truth is there's just nothing really happening here.

In chapter eight, Noah arrives at the Stars 'n Stripes, and is stunned by the size of the crowd. He thinks perhaps he should "write off this whole wretched night, and get home to that nice, hot Jacuzzi." But he heads inside.

And it's at this point that Beck really drifts into fantasyland.
Live music from inside was filtering out through the buzz of the crowd. There were so many people it was impossible to keep to a straight line as he walked. The diversity of the gathering was another surprise; there seemed to be no clear exclusions based on race, or class, or any of the other traditional media-fed American cultural divides. It was a total cross section, a mix of everyone—three-piece suits rubbing elbows with T-shirts and sweat pants, yuppies chatting with hippies, black and white, young and old, a cowboy hat here, a six-hundred-dollar haircut there—all talking together, energetically agreeing and disagreeing as he moved through them. In the press, these sorts of meetings were typically depicted as the exclusive haunts of old white people of limited means and even more limited intelligence. But this was everybody.
Look, if Beck and his teabagging buddies want to pretend their group of mostly-white, upper-middle class, racist tax dodgers are not a group of mostly-white, upper-middle class, racist tax dodgers (or whatever it is they're pissed off about), that's fine by me. But don't blame that on the press. Don't blame that on the media. And while you're at it, Beck, please stop pretending you're not part of that very American media that feeds "traditional American cultural divides."

Up on stage at the Stars 'n Stripes, someone vaguely Dylanesque sings a folk song, much to Noah's delight.
This music and the mood it was creating, it was a smart PR move if they could make it work. If their enemies were trying to paint them as a bunch of pasty-white NASCAR-watching, gun-toting, pickup-driving reactionaries with racist and violent tendencies, what better ploy could these people make than to subtly invoke the peace-loving spirits of Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi? If nothing else it would drive their critics on the left right up the wall.
I'll leave to you to sort out. I'm not even going to bother. Noah bumps into Molly, literally, and she leads him to a table near the stage. ("In a higher-class joint, seats this close would have been reserved for the VIPs.") As he orders a Sam Adams, she runs off to find him a dry shirt.

Molly returns momentarily with a friend in tow, "an enormous bearded man in jumpsuit coveralls and a Beech-Nut baseball cap." For some reason, the man, identified as Hollis [what an authentic, down home name!], has a voice like Winnie-the-Pooh. Seriously, that's how he's described. She hands him a hoodie, and tells him to change.

Noah, prima donna that he is, is aghast at the idea of changing his shirt in the crowded bar.

And... scene! Discuss.

[Note: There will be no Overton post tomorrow, as I've got plans this evening that don't include Glenn Beck.]

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