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12 Nov 15:21

tugamaggie: callmekitto: raggedymind: littledidxeknow: todayl...



tugamaggie:

callmekitto:

raggedymind:

littledidxeknow:

todaylour:

andthroughthemosstheivycreeps:

impuretale:

beatrixspoke:

saaaaaasha:

hey guys

that is carved

 from MARBLE

THAT IS A ROCK

WAT

I have no idea how the artist manages to make it looks like not just cloth, but TRANSPARENT cloth. Amazing.

Hey Guys this is a sculpture of a Vestal Virgin, carved during the roman empire. its my favorite and is pretty fucking awesome. 

Blown away

I had the same reaction when I saw this motherfucker in the Louvre

I walked around that hunk of orgasm rock for a good ten minutes trying to figure out HOW.

b-but that’s not how rocks work???!!?

FUCKING BERNINI THO

FUCKING

BERNINI

10 Oct 15:45

- Autor(rafael sica)

10 Oct 15:44

Dilema

by Marco Oliveira
10 Oct 15:23

freakyfauna: So this is what we do. From Manners Can Be Fun by...



freakyfauna:

So this is what we do.

From Manners Can Be Fun by Munro Leaf, J.B.Lippicott Co., 1958 (1936).

Found at Stopping Off Place.

10 Oct 15:19

Booooooom interview with animator extraordinaire Kirsten Lepore!...



Booooooom interview with animator extraordinaire Kirsten Lepore! Read it here.

10 Oct 15:19

King Oliver s Creole Jazz Band - Autor(Benett)

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08 Oct 16:43

The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that it is difficult to class them separately.

by but does it float
Mixed media by Chad Wys Title: Thomas Paine Previously on Chad Wys Atley
08 Oct 16:36

NEW GIANT EPISODE CLOUD

by benedi yann
The Giant story is still on its way.
In this epsiode, a lonely cloud goes to the beach to get a sunbath....
Special Big thanks again to David Kamp for the wonderful sound!
The 3 episodes will be shown at Pictoplasma this april, so come along if you want to see it on the big screen.

L'histoire des Geants continue.
Dans ce nouvel episode, un nuage solitaire part affiner son bronzage a la plage...
Big up a David Kamp pour son super travail sur le son!
Les 3 episodes seront projette a Pictoplasma. Rejoignez nous la bas pour le voir sur grand ecran.

08 Oct 16:35

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08 Oct 16:34

07-08-12

by noreply@blogger.com (Laerte)

08 Oct 16:33

A Espada Laser Flamejante de Newton (parte 1)

by Guilherme Balan

Fonte: Philosophy Now (edição 46, de 2004)
Autoria: Mike Alder
Tradução: Guilherme Balan

Mike Alder explica por que matemáticos e cientistas não gostam de filosofia, mas fazem mesmo assim.

“verdades sobre como o universo funciona no geral não podem ser atingidas por razão pura”

Como matemático, eu tomo cuidado pra não ser pego fazendo filosofia. Quando eu compro minha cópia da Philosophy Now, eu peço pro jornaleiro embrulhá-la em um saco de pão, na esperança de que ela seja confundida com uma revista masculina.

Eu não estou sozinho nisso: a maioria dos cientistas e matemáticos consideram a filosofia com algo mais ou menos entre a sociologia e a crítica literária, ambas em uma posição bem abaixo, digamos, de beijar lesmas na lista de atividades saudáveis que podemos praticar antes do jantar. Por que? Nós não somos espertos o suficiente para entendê-las, muito rígidos em nosso pensamento para achá-las estimulantes? Muito superficiais para compreender questões fundamentais? Ou nós já resolvemos elas todas e estamos além disso? Eu tentarei explicar por que cientistas e matemáticos têm uma tendência a desconsiderar esse assunto. E por que nós estamos na verdade ainda praticando-o, mas o nome mudou, sem dúvidas para proteger os inocentes.

Quando eu era criança, com uns nove ou dez anos, um professor particularmente sádico propôs a seguinte questão: “O que aconteceria se uma força irresistível fosse de encontro a um objeto imovível?”. Minha primeira resposta foi que se a força é irresistível, então o objeto deve mover. “Ah”, disse o professor, que já tinha passado por isso tudo antes, “mas o objeto é imovível”.

Eu pensei nisso por três dias seguidos com breves pausas para dormir. Eventualmente eu concluí que a linguagem era maior que o universo, que era possível falar sobre duas coisas em uma frase que não pudessem ser encontradas ao mesmo tempo no mundo real. O mundo real pode concebivelmente conter um objeto que até agora nunca tenha sido movido, assim como pode conter uma força que nunca foi resistida de fato, mas a questão do objeto ser realmente imovível só poderia ser resolvida se todas as forças possíveis fossem testadas contra ele e o deixado ainda imóvel. Então, o problema podia ser resolvido testando a até então irresistível força contra o até então objeto imovível para ver o que aconteceria. Ou o objeto moveria ou não moveria, o que diria pra gente simplesmente que o tal objeto não era de fato imovível, ou que a tal força não era de fato irresistível.

Disso você pode inferir que desde cedo eu estava destinado para a Ciência e não para a Filosofia.

A percepção do cientista da filosofia é que coisa demais dentro dela é uma variação do tema acima, que uma análise filosófica é um jogo de palavras estéril jogado em um estado de bagunça mental. Quando você pergunta para um cientista se nós temos livre arbítrio, ou se somente pensamos que temos, ele vai perguntar em seguida “Que medições ou observações poderiam, na sua visão, resolver a questão?”. Se sua resposta é “Pensando profundamente sobre isso”, ele vai sorrir compassivamente e deixar você pra lá. Ele não estaria disposto a te acompanhar no que ele vê como um jogo um pouco bobo.

Muitos anos depois do meu primeiro contato com filosofia, eu estava trabalhando no meu quarto na University of Western Australia escrevendo programas de computador. Um batido tímido na porta me interrompeu e eu abri ela para me deparar com um homem pequeno e envergonhado. Eu o convidei pra entrar e perguntei o que eu podia fazer por ele. Ele era, verificou-se, do departamento de Filosofia. Ele me perguntou se era verdade, como lhe haviam dito, que eu estava trabalhando com Inteligência Artificial. Eu disse que eu estava na verdade trabalhando com Redes Neurais Artificiais que tinham a intenção de simular o funcionamento do cérebro; em particular elas podiam ser ensinadas a reconhecer padrões. Eu estava investigando elas para ver se isso levava a algum entendimento de como cérebros aprendem. “Bem, eu vim te dizer que você está perdendo seu tempo”, ele me disse educadamente. Eu perguntei por que ele achava isso e ele me explicou:

“Existe uma diferença fundamental entre seres humanos e máquinas, uma que você nunca pode resolver. Pessoas podem cometer erros, máquinas não podem”.

Ele me entregou essa mensagem com um ar de triunfo.

“Meus programas cometem erros”, eu expliquei a ele com paciência. “Eu treinei uma rede neural para reconhecer o dígito 3 escrito em um vetor. Ela frequentemente me diz que um 5 é um 3. Se eu corrijo a resposta com muita frequência, ela então me diz que um 3 é um 5. Se eu treino ela em 3′s e 5′s alternadamente ela eventualmente os acerta, mas a partir daí ela pensa que tudo é um 3 ou um 5. Eu não tive a paciência pra garantir que ela saiba reconhecer cada dígito, mas com tempo e possivelmente com uma rede maior, tenho confiança de que ela vai acertar todos os dígitos. Até lá, ela vai cometer erros.

“Ah”, ele disse com ar de alguém passando conhecimento adiante, “mas eles não são erros de verdade. Ela só está fazendo o que tem que fazer porque você a programou”.

Por motivos que todo cientista mas não todo filósofo entenderá, eu estava ficando um pouco impaciente.

“Primeiro”, eu disse, “existem várias razões para se acreditar que o cérebro humano é uma máquina, e portanto os ‘erros’ que ele faz são do mesmo tipo que os da minha rede neural. Nós chamamos eles de erros porque a máquina não está funcionando do jeito que deveria. Mas ela está seguindo o programa que ela adquiriu por genética e aprendizado, da mesma forma causal que minha rede neural se comporta. E segundo, você está fazendo o que Bertrand Russell definia como fundamentar as propriedades do mundo na linguagem usada para descrevê-lo. Isso não é uma forma confiável de descobrir como o mundo funciona de fato. É por isso que temos a Ciência”

A discussão se arrastou por algumas horas, mas eventualmente minha paciência evaporou:

“Olha”, eu disse a ele, “parece pra mim que você está tentando legislar pela linguagem. Você quer que eu chame os erros que eu cometo de ‘erros reais’ e os erros que meu programa comete de ‘erros simulados’, pelo motivo de você achar que eu estou abusando da linguagem. Mas pessoas usam a linguagem metaforicamente o tempo todo. É como se você fizesse uma objeção a alguém que chama a perna de uma mesa de perna, porque é uma coisa diferente da minha perna. Como se houvesse um risco sério de alguém ter medo de raspá-la caso ela tivesse farpas. O fato é que filósofos não têm nenhuma influência aqui: as pessoas vão continuar dizendo que mesas têm pernas e não vão prestar nenhuma atenção nas sentenças dos filósofos afirmando o contrário. E vale a mesma coisa para os erros.”

Ele contestou dizendo que não estava legislando pelo uso da linguagem de modo algum, que ele estava tentando chegar à verdade usando métodos filosóficos.

“Métodos filosóficos do tipo que você está usando estão obsoletos há pelo menos três séculos”, eu disse a ele, “Sua incapacidade de chegar a verdades já foi demonstrada repetidamente. Agora por favor caia fora porque eu tenho trabalho de verdade para fazer e essa discussão não pode ser útil para nada, exceto aumentar minha pressão sanguínea”.

Isso não foi educado, mas até aí, desperdiçar meu tempo arbitrariamente com futilidades não foi muito educado também. Claro, ele estava sendo indelicado por ignorância ou insensatez ao invés de malícia, mas o universo é bem severo com ignorância e insensatez, e por que eu deveria ser mais dócil que o universo?

A discussão sobre erros, por sinal, não era na verdade original na vida do meu pequeno filósofo: ela pode ser encontrada na página 77 do livro “Notebooks of Samuel Butler”, do autor de “Erewhon”. Eu preferia o anúncio: “Senhora Smith, com roupas descartadas, faz convite para ser visitada”*. É levemente mais frívolo.

Meu pequeno visitante não era o único Platonista a enfrentar as pessoas que tentam escrever programas inteligentes. O filósofo John Searle escreveu argumentos (sobre quartos chineses) com o mesmo propósito e tem sido tratado com comparável desrespeito por matemáticos, cientistas e a soi disant Inteligência Artificial. Para essas pessoas, a forma de se descobrir se é possível escrever programas inteligentes é tentar e ver se acontece. Já se esses programas poderiam “realmente” ser inteligentes ou pensantes, ou apenas capazes de simular isso, o cientista perguntaria: “Que procedimentos você usaria para distinguir esses dois casos?”. De novo, a resposta “Pensando muito forte” ganharia um sorriso cansado e um tchau.

Até agora eu apresentei a postura ortodoxa dos cientistas: verdades sobre como o universo funciona no geral não podem ser atingidas por razão pura. A única coisa que a razão pode fazer é permitir-nos deduzir alguma verdade a partir de outras verdades. E como nós não temos muitas verdades de onde partir, só hipóteses provisórias e um conjunto necessariamente finito de observações, não podemos chegar em convicções seguras somente através do pensamento. A maioria dos cientistas é essencialmente positivista Popperiana: assumem a visão de que sua vida profissional consiste em observações finitas e em hipóteses gerais universais pelas quais deduções podem ser feitas; e que é essencial testar essas deduções com observações adicionais, porque apesar das deduções serem feitas através de lógica pura (bem, geralmente matemática), não há nenhuma garantia de que elas estão corretas.

Como chegou ao ponto de alguém imaginar que por razão pura – pra usar o termo de Kant – se podia inevitavelmente chegar em uma verdade sobre o mundo? A resposta está no efeito excessivo da matemática grega em cima dos filósofos gregos, particularmente Platão. Em um dos Diálogos Socráticos de Platão, Sócrates pega um escravo para provar que se você pegar um quadrado e desenhar uma diagonal, e então fazer da diagonal um lado de um quadrado maior, a área do segundo quadrado será o dobro da área do primeiro.

Sócrates não dá realmente a prova; ao invés disso, ele retira ela do escravo através de perguntas (e se você quer saber se você tem as habilidades matemáticas de um escravo ático, você pode examinar minuciosamente o diagrama acima e ver se você pode provar isso). Quando o escravo triunfantemente conclui o argumento, Sócrates informa que ele já devia saber disso por todo esse tempo, porque tudo o que Sócrates fez foi levantar perguntas para ele. Portanto, o conhecimento dessa verdade particular já estava dentro da mente do escravo, mas precisava ser exposta. O ato de pensar nas respostas para as perguntas de Sócrates a trouxe das profundezas para a luz do dia, um processo não diferente da prática de alguns psicoanalistas de persuasão Rogeriana. É fundamental do pensamento de Platão que verdades podem ser obtidas estendendo a mente até elas e agarrando-as. A ‘verdade’ sobre as áreas relativas dos dois quadrados é só um exemplo relativamente desimportante desse processo. Há também a expectativa de encontrar a resposta certa para dilemas éticos, problemas de engenharia e julgamentos estéticos pelo mesmo processo. É fato que Platão até escreveu para Arquimedes, repreendendo-o por ficar brincando com alavancas e cordas de verdade enquanto um cavalheiro teria ficado em seu escritório ou, talvez no caso de Arquimedes, em sua banheira. Arquimedes, que era um matemático de verdade e mais ou menos vinte vezes mais esperto que Platão, estava provavelmente ocupado demais para responder a uma bobagem dessas.

Se você ler Os Elementos de Euclides (agora disponível na Internet; tem em pdf aqui: http://www.dominiopublico.gov.br/download/texto/be00001a.pdf)** e seguir as impiedosas deduções de proposições matemáticas através de um número ridiculamente pequeno de axiomas, você não vai conseguir deixar de se impressionar com o que pode ser feito com pensamento persistente e cuidadoso. Nos dias em que os resultados ainda eram relativamente novos, mentes impressionáveis poderiam facilmente supor que não havia limites para o que pode ser obtido por esses métodos.

Euclides começa definindo, um pouco inadequadamente, pontos e linhas. É importante notar que estes, como o próprio nome Geometria sugere, eram abstrações do hábito egípcio de fazer seus censos cravando estacas nos bancos relativamente planos do Nilo e unindo-as com cordas bem esticadas. Isso era necessário porque o Nilo tinha o hábito de levar embora todos os marcadores anteriores que diziam às pessoas onde eram suas terras, que então tinham que ser reconstruídos do zero todo ano. Já estacas e cordas em um campo não são coisas complicadas neste contexto, elas têm apenas algumas propriedades significativas, que podem ser prontamente abstraídas para propriedades de pontos e linhas em um plano. Quando passadas para o papel, elas se tornaram os axiomas da geometria plana. Portanto, há definitivamente uma conexão com o mundo real, mas apenas algumas poucas propriedades importantes foram selecionadas para maiores considerações.

Para muitos dos gregos, a conexão com a realidade era tênue demais para valer a pena se preocupar com ela. Axiomas eram considerados “verdades autoevidentes”, dragados por puro pensamento da realidade, e os filósofos não acreditavam que os axiomas podiam ser outros senão aqueles. Acreditar que eles foram abstraídos de coisas reais como estacas e cordas era mundano demais. Então, Platão começou a articular a ideia de que todas as verdades importantes sobre o mundo podiam ser ou conhecidas diretamente por nossa visão interior, ou deduzidas através delas mesmas usando-se de pura razão. Um homem mais conservador poderia ter concluído que havia algumas verdades matemáticas que podiam ser derivadas de praticamente qualquer conjunto de regras, enquanto haviam também verdades observacionais sobre a realidade, e que as duas no geral não eram a mesma coisa. Porém, intoxicado pela “Magia Grega”, como a matemática foi chamada, Platão pisou fundo e foi até o fim.

Muitas pessoas, sem dúvida, decidiram que isso pode ser verdade em princípio, mas que se você quisesse saber que cavalo podia correr mais rápido, era bem mais barato, rápido e menos desgastante intelectualmente simplesmente fazer uma corrida com eles, ao invés de se sentar e pensar bastante sobre isso. Já aquelas pessoas que tinham perdido todo o seu dinheiro apostando em cavalos e que também tinham uma disposição para pensar sentiram que era melhor resolver o problema com pensamento puro, e desdenharam as que tinham cavalos ou que apostavam neles. Este hábito tem continuado até os dias atuais.

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Confira a parte 2 na próxima quinta, em que será postulada a Espada Laser Flamejante de Newton!

* A frase original é um trocadilho em inglês, “Mrs Smith having cast off clothing of every description invites inspection”- “cast-off clothing” são roupas para doação, mas se vermos “cast off” como uma ação, dá a entender que ela tirou a roupa. É aparentemente uma brincadeira antiga, pois está registrada nesse recorte de jornal da Nova Zelândia com data de 1900.

** O link original jogado no meio do texto para Os Elementos de Euclides era esse aqui: http://aleph0.clarku.edu/~djoyce/java/elements/elements.html

08 Oct 16:18

10.06.2012

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08 Oct 16:16

brosevelt: goddamnitreddas: wonderbraforyourdick: You are the...



brosevelt:

goddamnitreddas:

wonderbraforyourdick:

You are the worst person.

You can be a vegan and whine at people, thats hurting nobody but when you tell people to not take vaccines, you’re endangering public health.

If YOU mixed mercury, aluminium phosphate, ammonium sulfate, formaldehyde and viruses and injected it into someone, you’d kill someone because you have no pharmacological experience. 

If someone in a lab mixed those together, they know how they work, they have medically assessed and peer reviewed evidence and strict guidelines to follow to create a safe and effective product. Why is it legal? Because they know what they’re doing and know how to spell “phosphate” and “ammonium”.

Why don’t YOU educate yourself instead of subscribing to the notion that all scientists are evil and want to poison you are your natural, vegan lifestyle. I say this as a fucking IMMUNOLOGIST, you are single handedly responsible for the skyrocketing resurgence of deaths caused by TB, measles and the worrying prospect of smallpox returning.

Let’s break this one down and give you some education.

  • Mercury is an element in the compound thiomersal which was part of many vaccines. It has been claimed with NO tangible evidence other than a multifaceted correlation that thiomersals cause autism. This has been investigated thoroughly and no causal link has been found.
  • Aluminium phosphate is an aluminium salt which is used as an adjuvant in vaccines. An adjuvant is a compound which causes an immune response to be higher and stronger, so that the immune system comes into contact with the attenuated virus more, so that it can recognise the antigens of the virus and provide immunity. They are a necessary part of the vaccine if you want it to work well.
  • Ammonium sulfate is used in the process of purifying the proteins in the synthesis of a vaccine. It is also found in bread and flour, so you’d better learn to enjoy rice if you want to avoid it.
  • Formaldehyde is used in the treatment and purification of vaccines and stops contamination. Most of this is removed before the vaccines is shipped, although some remains.

In my personal and scientifically backed opinion, the war against disease is a hundred fold more important than the mum-led war against vaccines. Do you want your child to die a slow, painful, agonising death? If not, then shut the fuck up with your so called “facts” you got from Yahoo Answers and get your kid vaccinated.

I am going to sound derogatory, but if you don’t have formal education in at least biology, you have no role to talk about the way vaccines should be done. You have no idea of the actual function and mechanism in which they work, and you have is a vague knowledge that mercury used to make people mad, formaldehyde is used in embalming and that ammonium sulfate and aluminium phosphate sound scary.

Vaccinate your kids if you want them to live. End of. If you don’t then you clearly don’t love your kids and would prefer to see them die of completely preventable diseases.

This has been a rage filled, alcohol induced response from a scientist.

To add onto this beautiful rant: you’re not just endangering your own children, you’re endangering the children of others as well. Herd immunity is really really fucking important, and I would be enraged and distraught if my cousins or my own children one day get deathly ill because some fucking chump sent their kid to school/the park/the doctor’s office unvaccinated and they had something.

There are few things that piss me off more than this “no vaccine” bullshit. Even if you aren’t aware of the scientific basis it just blows my mind that people still think that vaccines would still be in production if they had no merits beyond turning a profit. VACCINES ARE NOT MANUFACTURED BY UMBRELLA CORPORATION THERE IS NO ABSURD PLAN TO MAKE THE WORLD ZOMBIES?? I literally can’t wrap my head around the sheer ignorance and stupidity that would prompt someone to say, “YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MISS? POLIO.”

If you want your ill-informed decisions to fuck up your life, be my guest, but don’t drag the rest of humanity down into your disease-riddled pit of idiocy.

08 Oct 16:14

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08 Oct 16:09

Gangnam Style



Gangnam Style

07 Oct 15:15

Body Art

by Baptiste.B

L’artiste Alejandro Maestre a demandé à un de ses amis Julian d’utiliser son corps pour créer des œuvres photographiques d’une beauté envoutante. Autour de ces portraits, l’artiste s’intéresse à la compréhension du corps. Une série incroyable à découvrir dans la suite de l’article.

Portrait of Julian 13 Portrait of Julian 12 Portrait of Julian 11 Portrait of Julian 10 Portrait of Julian 9 Portrait of Julian 8 Portrait of Julian 7 Portrait of Julian 6 Portrait of Julian 14 Portrait of Julian 5 Portrait of Julian 4 Portrait of Julian 3 Portrait of Julian 2 Portrait of Julian
07 Oct 14:26

Vi um inseto tomando banho

by Walter Junior

Os insetos de um ângulo que você possivelmente nunca tinha visto. Fotografias de Paulo Rodrigues revelam detalhes fantásticos nestes “adoráveis” bichinhos


Ler o artigo completo
07 Oct 14:25

Eccentric Characters

by peacay
Illustration plates (lithographs) from 'The Book of Wonderful Characters: Memoirs and Anecdotes of Remarkable and Eccentric Persons in all Ages and Countries, Chiefly from the Text of Henry Wilson and James Caulfield', 1869. [See Part I]



Joseph Clark - The Famous Posture Master
Joseph Clark, The Famous Posture-Master
"He frequently diverted himself with the tailors, by sending for one of them to take measure of him, and would so contrive it as to have a most immoderate rising in one of the shoulders: when the clothes were brought home, and tried upon him, the deformity was removed into the other shoulder; upon which the tailor asked pardon for his mistake, and altered the garment as expeditiously as possible: but, upon a third trial, he found him perfectly free from blemish about the shoulders, though an unfortunate lump appeared upon his back. In short, this wandering tumour puzzled all the workmen about town, who found it impossible to accommodate so changeable a customer."



Floram Marchand - The Water Spouter
Floram Marchand - The Water-Spouter
In the summer of 1650, a Frenchman named Floram Marchand was brought over from Tours to London who professed to be able to "turn water into wine, and at his vomit render not only the tincture, but the strength and smell of several wines, and several waters. [..]

To conclude all, and to show you what a man of might he is, he has an instrument made of tin, which he puts between his lips and teeth this instrument has three several pipes, out of which, his arms a-kimbo, and putting forth himself, he will throw forth water from him in three pipes, the distance of four or five yards. This is all clear water, which he does with so much port and such a flowing grace, as if it were his masterpiece."



Old Boots - of Rippon in Yorkshire
Old Boots of Rippon in Yorkshire
"[Old Boots was] born about the year 1692, and, for some length of time, filled the important office of boot-cleaner at an inn in Ripon in Yorkshire. He was a perfect 'lusus naturæ',^ dame nature forming him in one of her freakish humours. He was blessed with a plentitude of nose and chin, and so tenderly endearing were they, that they used to embrace each other; and by habit, he could hold a piece of money between them. [..]

[T]he urbanity of his manners was always pleasing to the company, who frequently gave him money, on condition that he would hold it between his nose and chin; which request he always complied with, and bore off the treasure with great satisfaction. He was one of those fortunate beings who could daily accomplish that which thousands of persons are ineffectually striving all their lives to attain - 'he could make ends meet!' He died in 1762, at the age of seventy."



Matthew Lovat - Crucified Himself at Venice, July 1805
Matthew Lovat, crucified himself at Venice, July, 1805
"Having become a shoemaker by necessity, he never succeeded either as a neat or as a quick workman; the ordinary fate of those who are employed contrary to their inclinations. [..]

As his age increased, he became subject in the spring to the giddiness in his head, and eruptions of a leprous appearance showed themselves on his face and hands. [..] His life was regular and uniform; his habits were simple, and comfortable to his rank in society; nothing, in short, distinguished him but an extreme degree of devotion. He spoke on no other subject than the affairs of the church. [..]

[H]aving shut himself up in his chamber, and making use of one of the tools belonging to his trade, he performed upon himself the most complete general amuptation, and threw the parts which he had deprived his person from his window in to the street. [..] [I]s it not reasonable to think, considering the known character of the man that his timid conscience, taking the alarm at some little stirrings of the flesh against the spirit, had carried him to the resolution of freeing himself at once and for ever of so formidable an enemy? [..]

[H]is old ideas of crucifixion laid hold of him again. He wrought a little every day in forming the instrument of his torture, and provided himself with the necessary articles of nails, ropes, bands and the crown of thorns &c. [Lovat managed to spear his side and nail himself to the cross]

These bloody operations being concluded, it was now necessary, in order to complete the execution of the whole plan he had conceived, that Matthew should exhibit himself upon the cross to the eyes of the public. [..] [The cross] with the poor fanatic upon it, darted out at the window, and remained suspended outside of the house by the ropes which where secured to the beam inside."
{Lovat was soon after cut down and sent to a hospital for a a few weeks of wound treatment and then on to a lunatic asylum where he died from pneumonia a month after his attempt at self-crucifixion}



Count Joseph Boruwlaski - The Celebrated Polish Dwarf
Count Joseph Boruwlaski - The Celebrated Polish Dwarf
"A STRIKING proof, if any were wanted, that the modifications of human nature are dependent on circumstances which have hitherto eluded all investigation, is afforded by the celebrated dwarf, Boruwlaski. To soundness of understanding, quickness of apprehension, and solidity of judgment, Boruwlaski united that fascinating ease and elegance of deportment which can only be acquired by intercourse with the highest classes of polished society, an advantage which hs uncommonly diminutive size, during the whole course of his life, never failed to procure him."



Francis Trovillou - The Horned Man
Francis Trovillou - The Horned Man
"In the year 1598 a horned man was exhibited for a show, at Paris, two months successively, and from thence carried to Orleans, where he died soon after. His name was Francis Trovillous, of whom Fabritius, in his Chiurgical Observations, gives the following description:- 'He was of middle stature, a full body, bald, except in the hinder part o' the head, which had a few hairs upon it; his temper was morose, and his demeanour was altogether rustic'.

He was born in a little village called Mezieres, and bred up In the woods amongst the charcoal men. About the seventh year of his age he began to have a swelling in his forehead, so that in the course of about ten years he had a horn there as big as a man's finger-end, which afterwards did admit of that growth and increase, that when he came to be thirty-five years old this horn had both the bigness and resemblance of a ram's horn."



Bertholde - Prime Minister to Alboinus, King of Lombardy
Bertholde - Prime Minister to Alboinus, King of Lombardy
"Bertholde had a large head, as round as a football, adorned with red hair very strait, and which had a great resemblance to the bristles of a hog; an extremeley short forehead, furrowed with wrinkles; two little blear eyes, edged round with a border of bright carnation, and over-shadowed by a pair of large eyebrows, which, upon occasion, might be made use of as brushes; a flat red nose, resembling an extinguisher; a wide mouth, from which proceeded two long crooked teeth, not unlike the tusks of a boar, an pointing to a pair of ears, like those which formerly belonged to Midas; a lip of a monstrous thickness, which hung down on a chin, that seemed to sink under the load of a beard, thick, strait, and bristly; a very short neck, which nature had adorned with a kind of necklace, formed of ten or twelve small wens.

The rest of the body was perfectly in keeping with the grotesque appearance of his visage; so that from head to foot, he was a kind of monster, who, by his deformity, and the hair with which he was covered, had a greater resemblance to a bear half licked into form, than a human being. [..] [H]e had a fund of wit, which sufficiently made him amends [.and.] the pleasure he gave to the other peasants was equal to the terror his figure caused in the little innocents. Bertholde diverted them on Sundays, and every festival, with the sallies of his wit: he instructed them by excellent sentences, which he uttered from time to time; so that, next to the priest and the lord of the manor, no person in the village was treated with greater respect. His poverty, contrary to custom, was not considered as a vice; and, what is very strange, it did not render him the object of aversion and contempt."



Barbara Urslerin - The Hairy Faced Woman
Barbara Urslerin - The Hairy Faced Woman
"This remarkable monstrosity was born at Augsburg, in High Germany, in the year 1629. Her face and hands are represented to have been hairy all over. Her aspect resembled that of a monkey. She had a very long and large spreading beard, the hair of which hung loose and flowing, like the hair of the head. She seems to have acquired some skill in playing on the organ and harpsichord. A certain Michael Vanbeck married this frightful creature, on purpose to carry her about for a show. When she died is uncertain, but she was still living in 1668, when a Mr. John Bulfinch records that he saw her in Ratcliffe Highway, and 'was satisfied she was a woman'."



Toby - A Well Known Imposter
Toby - A Well Known Imposter
From British Museum (regarding an 1821 engraved version of this print): "Portrait of a man feigning infirmity and begging in a street, in profile to right leaning almost bent double on crutches, holding out a hat, with a scarf around his head and eyes and tattered coat; with figures in the background, including a road sweeper to left."

The BM goes on:
"With the accompanying letterpress transcribed in typescript, on a separate strip pasted to the verso: 'Toby. / This vile impostor, whose real name is unknown, was a negro, and, in the early part of the present century, frequented the streets of London, where successfully levied contributions on the credulity of the humane. Having lost all his toes, while on board a merchantman, he was rendered an object of compassion. During his perambulations he appeared almost double with age and infirmity, but when night came on, he threw off restrant, and walked upright to the beggars meeting, where there was not a more jovial member.' "




Jenny Darney - A Remarkable Character in Cumberland
Jenny Darney - A Remarkable Character in Cumberland
"this remarkably inoffensive poor woman was well known in the southern part of the county of Cumberland. She was one of the many 'singles' whom Fate decreed should pass her probationary life secluded from the 'busy hum of men'. [..] The country people knew her by the name of Jenny Darney, from the manner, it is presumed, in which she used to mend her clothes. Her garb was entirely of her own manufacture. [..]

Her intellect seemed at certain times greatly deranged; but her actions harmless, and her language inoffensive. On that score, she was caressed by all the villagers, who supplied her with eatables, &c.; for money she utterly refused. She seemed a person of much shrewdness, and her understanding was above the common level: this was improved by a tolerable education.

She chose the spot where she lived, to pass the remainder of her days unknown to her friends, and in a great measure from distaste of a wicked world, to 'prepare herself', as she often in her quiet hours said, 'for a better.' At the time of her death, she was nearly 100 years old. Jenny Darney was another of the many proofs to what great age persons who live a retired and abstemious life, mostly attain."



George Romondo - An Eccentric Mimic
George Romondo - An Eccentric Mimic
"George Romondo, or Raymondo, attracted the notice of many by the singularity of his figure and dress. He was about three feet six inches in height. He had a large hat, cocked before and hanging down behind, like those commonly worn by coal-heavers. He was seldom seen except holding the skirts of his long coat behind him, lest they should be entangled with his feet.

He possessed a very acute ear, and such a voice that there was scarcely any kind of sound
which he was not capable of imitating. He not only gave the tones of the trumpet, the horn, the violin, the drum, the bag-pipe, and other instruments, but he modulated his powers to the braying of asses, the grunting of hogs, the barking of dogs, and the sounds emitted by almost every kind of. animal. He also perfectly imitated the harsh noise produced by the sawing of wood, and other operations. These sounds he made with the assistance of his hand placed against a wall or wainscot, whence he wished to persuade those who were ignorant of his
talents that the noise proceeded."



Thomas Cooke - The Notorious Islington Miser
Thomas Cooke - The Notorious Islington Miser
"In 1811, [Thomas Cooke] took to his bed, and he sent for several medical men in the hope of obtaining some relief, but all knew him so well that not one would attend, except Mr. Aldridge, who resided in White Lion Street. Cooke permitted this gentleman to send some medicine. On his last visit the old man very earnestly entreated him to say candidly, how long he thought
he might live. Mr. Aldridge answered, that he might last six days.

Cooke, collecting as much of his exhausted strength as he could, raised himself in bed, and darting a look of the keenest indignation at the surgeon, exclaimed,
-"And are you not a dishonest man? a rogue! a robber! to serve me so?"
—"How, sir?" asked Mr. Aldridge, with surprise.
"Why, sir, you are no better than a pickpocket, to rob me of my gold, by sending two draughts a-day to a man that all your physic will not keep alive above six days ! Get out of my house, and never come near me again." During the last days of his existence he was extremely weak, and employed his few remaining hours in arranging matters with his executors. He died August 26, 1811. The funeral which his executors gave him was probably more decent than the old gentleman intended it to have been.

Thus lived, and thus died, unpitied and unlamented, in the 86th year of his age, and possessed of a property of one hundred and twenty-seven thousand two hundred and five pounds three per cent, consolidated Bank Annuities, a man, whose life was chequered with as few good actions as ever fell to the share of any person that has lived to so advanced an age."



Peter Williamson - Remarkable for his Captivity + Sufferings
Peter Williamson - Remarkable for his Captivity & Sufferings
"I was sent to live with an aunt at Aberdeen, where, at eight years of age, playing on the quay, with others of my companions, being of a robust constitution, I was taken notice of by two fellows belonging to a vessel in the harbour, employed by some of the worthy merchants of the town, in that villainous practice called kidnapping — that is, stealing young children from their parents, and selling them as slaves in the plantations. [..]
[pages & pages documenting his sad US life with ill treatment and misfortunes]

[Williamson] published a narrative of his sufferings, but neither the strange vicissitudes of his own fortune, chequered with uncommon calamities, nor the good intention of his narrative, could protect him from the resentment of some merchants of Aberdeen, where he went in quest of his relations; because, in the introduction to his narratives, he had noticed the manner in which he had been illegally hurried away on board ship, and sold for a slave. For that publication he was imprisoned, 350 copies of his book (the only means he had of obtaining his sustenance), were taken from him, and his enlargement only granted him on his signing a paper, disclaiming two or three pages of his book. However, as he soon after found a few of his relatives, he got affidavits proving he was the person taken away as mentioned in the narrative. The precise period of Williamson's death is uncertain. He exhibited himself in London in 1760 and 1761, habited in the dress of a Delaware North American Indian, as represented in the accompanying portrait."



Nice New - A Well Known Character at Reading
Nice New - A Well Known Character at Reading
"This curious harmless fellow, in the early part of the nineteenth century, formed one of the principal living curiosities of Beading, in Berkshire, where he resided many years.
Although not having much beauty to boast of, he yet had numerous followers and admirers, for the articles he vended rendered him an object of peculiar attraction to the rising
generation; his unwieldy baskets on each side being always stored with cakes and other delicacies for children. His cry also of *Nice new! Nice new!* with sometimes the alluring addition of *Here they be, two sizes bigger than last week*, delivered in a most melancholy, sepulchral tone, gained him much celebrity.

His dress, like his person, was singularly remarkable; and his baskets were so large, that they used to engage the whole of the foot-path, to the annoyance of the other passengers, but this inconvenience the good inhabitants kindly submitted to, as it was known that by his industry he made a small provision for some female relations: indeed, in order to render them some comfort, this poor fellow nearly starved himself. On Sunday he filled the important station of organ-blower at a dissenting chapel. On one occasion, happening to fall asleep during the sermon, which he did not very well comprehend, and dreaming he was travelling the streets, he all at once broke out in his usual tone, *All hot! All hot!* to the great, surprise of the congregation."



Bampfylde Moore Carew - King of the Beggars
Bampfylde Moore Carew - King of the Beggars
"[O]ne of the most extraordinary characters on record, was descended from an ancient
and honourable family in the west of England [and] young Carew was soon initiated into some of the arts of the wandering tribe, and with such success, that besides several exploits in which he was a party, he himself had the dexterity to defraud a lady near Taunton of twenty guineas, under the pretext of discovering to her, by his skill in astrology, a hidden treasure. [..]

Carew so easily entered into every character, and moulded himself into so many different forms, that he gained the highest applauses from that apparently wretched community to which he belonged, and soon became the favourite of their king, who was very old."

Devon Perspectives: "His exploits were chronicled during his lifetime in a popular collection first published in 1745 entitled The Life and Adventures of Bampfylde-Moore Carew [1]. As many as 30 editions were produced over the next 50 years. Indeed, this picaresque tale was a best-seller for the next one hundred years, and was also the subject of many pamphlets." {also :: also}

{all the images have been very lightly spot-cleaned in the background}
"Printmaker James Caulfield (1764-1826) spent much of his career publishing illustrated books about 'remarkable persons'. He began his first series around 1788 and continued it sporadically from 1790 to 1795, with books on a similar theme continuing to appear in the first decades of the nineteenth century. [see here]

More than forty years after his death, this collection of biographies (produced in collaboration with Henry Wilson (fl. 1820-30)) was republished in 1869. The edition's introduction explains that the renewed interest in these characters comes from the fact that 'we have nearly lost all, and are daily losing what little remains of, our individuality'. The vignettes, accompanied by engravings of each individual, describe a wide-ranging group - from the man who died aged 152 to a 'remarkable glutton' to a woman who lived on the smell of flowers - their only common factor being that they were in some way 'wonderful'." [source]

There are numerous  entries in 'The Book of Wonderful Characters..' stating that its sixty one illustrations are engravings. This is patently false; they are absolutely, positively lithographs and this is another example of a publisher fearing that the new(-ish) printing technique might turn people off because the lithographs were originally considered to be of lower artistic quality. I've either read that argument somewhere recently or have read it and then paraphrased the idea here on BibliOdyssey : if anyone knows/remembers that what I speaketh of, please remind me.

The complete list of characters illustrated in The book of wonderful characters :memoirs and anecdotes of remarkable and eccentric persons in all ages and countries :-

1. Francis Battalia, the stone-eater; 2. Miss Whitehead, the bank nun; 3. Daniel Dancer, the remarkable miser; 4. Chevalier Desseasau, the vain dwarf; 5. Matthew Lovat, who crucified himself; 6. Baron D'Aguilar, of Starvation Farm; 7. Old Books, of Ripon in Yorkshire; 8. Wybrand Lolkes, the Dutch dwarf; 9. Jacob Hall, the rope-dancer; 10. Henry Constantine Jennings, the remarkable virtuoso; 11. Henry Lemoine, an eccentric bookseller; 12. Matthew Buchinger, the Little Man of Nuremburg; 13. Henry Jenkins, the modern Methusaleh; 14. Bertholde, prime minister to Alboinus; 15. Lord Rokeby, of singular eccentricity; 16. Foster Powell, the astonishing pedestrian; 17. Joseph Boruwlaski, the Polish dwarf; 18. Ann Moore, the fasting woman; 19. Floram Marchand, the great water-spouter; 20. Jane Lewson, an eccentric old lady; 21. Peter the Wild Boy, of the woods of Hamelin; 22. William Stevenson, a notorious beggar; 23. John Broughton, a notorious pugilist; 24. Joseph Clark, the posture-maker; 25. Thomas Wood, the abstemious miller; 26. Nathaniel Bentley, the well-known 'Dirty Dick'; 27. Jeffrey Dunstan, Mayor of Garrat; 28. Henry Dimsdale, Mayor of Garrat; 29. George Morland, a celebrated painter; 30. Joanna Southcott, an extraordinary fanatic; 31. Thomas Laugher, commonly called 'Old Tommy'; 32. Margaret McAvoy, the blind girl; 33. Bampfylde Moore Carew, King of the Beggars; 34. Thomas Cooke, the notorious Islington miser; 35. Eve Fleigen, who lived on the smell of flowers; 36. Mary Anne Talbot, the female sailor; 37. Renwick Williams, commonly called the Monster; 38. Jenny Darney, a character in Cumberland; 39. Samuel Terry, the Botany Bay Rothschild; 40. Daniel Lambert, of surprising corpulency; 41. Thomas Britton, the musical small coal-man; 42. Elizabeth Woodcock, who was buried in snow nearly eight days; 43. John Elwes, the remarkable miser; 44. Jeffery Hudson, dwarf to Charles I; 45. Nice New, a well-known character at Reading; 46. John Valerius, born without arms; 47. Elizabeth Brownrigg, executed for cruelty and murder; 48. John Smith, better known by the name of Buckhorse; 49. Thomas Hills Everitt, the enormous baby; 50. Elias Hoyle, of Sowerby, Yorkshire; 51. Joseph Capper, the enemy of flies; 52. Margaret Finch, Queen of the Gipsies; 53. Miss Hawtin, born without arms; 54. Charles Domery, the remarkable glutton; 55. Thomas Parr, who died at the age of 152 years; 56. Thomas Hudson, remarkable for his misfortunes; 57. Claude Ambroise Seurat, the living skeleton; 58. George Romondo, an eccentric mimic; 59. Francis Trovillou, the horned man; 60. Samuel McDonald, commonly called 'Big Sam'; 61. Miss Harvey, the beautiful albiness; 62. Sam House, the patriotic public; 63. Barbara Urslerin, the hairy-faced woman; 64. Mary East, alias James How; 65. Daniel Cuerton, and his astonishing feats; 66. Jemmy Gordon, an eccentric character of Cambridge; 67. The Chevalier D'Eon, who passed as a woman; 68. Peter Williamson, remarkable for his captivity and sufferings; 69. Madam Teresia, the Corsican fairy.
07 Oct 14:22

The WALL

by Céline DESRUMAUX
Here our collaboration as charcater designer for the CREDIT CONFIDENTIAL spot of Patrick Jean.
Produced by Passion Pictures in London.



07 Oct 14:21

October 05, 2012

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06 Oct 21:32

Morgan Herrin

by Jeff

Wood sculptures by artist Morgan Herrin
Hand-carved wood sculptures by Morgan Herrin.