Restored film of San Francisco’s Market Street version of a film shot on April 14, 1906, four days before the Great Earthquake, and the attempt to colorize and sharpen the video-converted film.

Oh wow that’s incredible

I love the guys at the end who are all like “Oh hey look, there’s a camera! Hello camera!”

I’ve seen these restored films going around, but without credit. The original 13-minute film is A Trip Down Market Street, which was shot and produced by the Miles Brothers. It was preserved in the Library of Congress and Prelinger Archives, and in 2018,  Adrianne Finelli scanned and uploaded the footage for the Internet Archive. Now in 2020, Denis Shiryaev restored, upscaled and colorized the film. Shiryaev’s channel has even more restored footage, so check it out if you’re interested.

Remember to source and credit works that are not your own and respect the process and people that gave us this literal glimpse back in time.

THANK YOU.

This is spectacular work.

i need to actually get some work done but not before i say that growing up as a girl constantly inundated with messages of “men will always sexualize women”+ people asking me out as a joke/other girls ‘offering’ to set me up with boys who habitually ate glue made me feel like i was simply not real, or not a real woman anyway. this idea that being a woman is about being desired by men, even (especially?) when it’s unwanted, and i knew how messed up it was to ‘want’ what other girls complained about as validation—that kind of fucked me up bad for a long time.

and in retrospect i did get some of that attention, but i was so convinced of my own undesirability that i perceived it all as a malicious joke. well that and the red hair/commitment to stoicism complicating the standard gender socialization thing

my mom would also talk a lot (a lot) about her (good and bad) experiences with male attention and when i didn’t have those same experiences, i felt like i was being punked

There’s kind of a similar sentiment from boys growing up, where being constantly propositioned for that stuff sounds like ‘what a wonderful problem to have’. And how often I hear a sentiment from women who don’t get that much attention about how they feel guilty or weird for desiring that attention (like feeling good after being catcalled and missing it when they haven’t gotten that in a while), 

I think the big mistake is in seeing that kind of attention as an inherently good thing or an inherently bad and degrading thing, so much as, like... each person having an amount of attention that they want, where your average woman gets way too much and your average man gets way too little, leaving them both unhappy about it.

>First, we’ve discovered that about a quarter of all the internet connection in or out of the house were ad related. In a few hours, that’s about 10,000 out of 40,000 processed.

>We also discovered that every link on Twitter was blocked. This was solved by whitelisting the https://t.co domain.

>Once out browsing the Web, everything is loading pretty much instantly. It turns out most of that Page Loading malarkey we’ve been accustomed to is related to sites running auctions to sell Ad space to show you before the page loads. All gone now.

>We then found that the Samsung TV (which I really like) is very fond of yapping all about itself to Samsung HQ. All stopped now. No sign of any breakages in its function, so I’m happy enough with that.

>The primary source of distress came from the habitual Lemmings player in the house, who found they could no longer watch ads to build up their in-app gold. A workaround is being considered for this.

>The next ambition is to advance the Ad blocking so that it seamlessly removed YouTube Ads. This is the subject of ongoing research, and tinkering continues. All in all, a very successful experiment.

>Certainly this exceeds my equivalent childhood project of disassembling and assembling our rotary dial telephone. A project whose only utility was finding out how to make the phone ring when nobody was calling.

>Update: All4 on the telly appears not to have any ads any more. Goodbye Arnold Clarke!

>Lemmings problem now solved.

>Can confirm, after small tests, that RTÉ Player ads are now gone and the player on the phone is now just delivering swift, ad free streams at first click.

>Some queries along the lines of “Are you not stealing the internet?” Firstly, this is my network, so I may set it up as I please (or, you know, my son can do it and I can give him a stupid thumbs up in response). But there is a wider question, based on the ads=internet model.

>I’m afraid I passed the You Wouldn’t Download A Car point back when I first installed ad-blocking plug-ins on a browser. But consider my chatty TV. Individual consumer choice is not the method of addressing pervasive commercial surveillance.

>Should I feel morally obliged not to mute the TV when the ads come on? No, this is a standing tension- a clash of interests. But I think my interest in my family not being under intrusive or covert surveillance at home is superior to the ad company’s wish to profile them.

>Aside: 24 hours of Pi Hole stats suggests that Samsung TVs are very chatty. 14,170 chats a day.

>YouTube blocking seems difficult, as the ads usually come from the same domain as the videos. Haven’t tried it, but all of the content can also be delivered from a no-cookies version of the YouTube domain, which doesn’t have the ads. I have asked my son to poke at that idea.

fastest reblog in the west

Yeppers. :)

reblogging for study later AND to spread the info.

Seriously, get and run PiHole if you can. It changes your internet experience so much for the better. I get shocked when I visit a website when I'm someone else's network, by just how many ads the internet is flooded with now. Take back control.

Like, one per day? Or just one, that one time and never again?

I think people need to be more comfortable with illegalism and I’m not kidding. Of course the more legal something is, the safer and easier it is to do, but the more people who disregard the law, the harder it is to enforce. There are plenty of laws on the books that people just ignore and are never or rarely policed.

Becoming more comfortable with little illegal activities makes you more comfortable with bigger more important illegal activities. Additionally, it is crucial to build a wall of silence. Nobody talks everybody walks.

People who give out food without a permit, hold a march without a permit, grow a garden without a permit, are more likely to be people you could turn to to work with on preventing an eviction, or keeping people out of cop hands, or helping your friend Jane get crucial healthcare when it’s not legal in your state.

Communities comfortable with these acts won’t call the cops, and then nobody knows that it’s happening.

People have got to shift from both the idea that lawful = good/ illegal = bad, and that the illegality of something means that’s the end of it, and the only fight left is to make it legal again.

So what occurs to me is that Baby Boomers/Gen X and Millennials/Gen Z (the cutoffs are a little arbitrary, but bear with me) both grew up in the shadow of extinction, but have had qualitatively different experiences of it.

For the Boomers, the big fear was a sudden, violent catastrophe; nuclear war. US and Soviet ships start shooting at each other off the coast of Cuba; someone, somewhere in the huge and ponderous Cold War military apparatus, mistakes a meteor for an incoming ICBM, and just like that, your world is over. You're always just one bad day away from death on an unimaginable scale.

This fear has never really gone away (and certainly it's had something of a revival, recently), but it went into remission after the end of the Cold War. For Millennials, the overwhelming fear isn't of a sudden catastrophe, it's of a death by a million cuts; global warming. A slow decay growing faster; a downward spiral as everything you love and value crumbles and rots and turns to garbage around you.

When what you fear is a sudden catastrophe, normalcy--"business as usual", abstracting maybe a few reforms of the political systems--becomes a refuge. It could all be gone in a flash, but at least it's here now. It's real, it's solid. You can live in it, while it's standing.

When what you fear is a slow rot, "business as usual" becomes part of the horror. You're not escaping anything; you notice things getting worse around you with every passing summer; even worse, you are--however infinitesimally--assisting in your own demise; slowly and thoughtlessly, you are weaving the rope that will be used to hang you. Normalcy becomes your executioner.

funniest gag is when something with an otherwise decent artstyle suddenly starts looking like complete shit for comedic value. second funniest gag is when something that already looks like complete shit for comedic value suddenly looks SUPER good for even MORE comedic value

Always loved this joke

I work for a software company that went with the "just add another toggle" mentality every time users complained about a change. The result is that the software can no longer be effectively updated or maintained because of the enormous bloat created by the need to test something as simple as a text change against the--and i'm not exaggerating-- thousands of conditions created by each on/off toggle. And if at any point a test fails, you have to go back, make the correction, then run all those tests *again.* It's an incredible resource sink to the point that my company found it simpler to sunset (IE shutdown) the existing product, create a new one, and migrate customers to that rather than try and fix the old one.

(The new one has barely any settings because we spent a lot of time defining who we want our customers to be and conducting research with them to understand what they'd need in a product like ours and how we can facilitate their existing workflows. The new product might not be a 100% perfect fit for every client, but it's better to be a 80-90% perfect fit product that can still adapt and grow over time than a product that stagnates because it's trying to be so many things to so many people that it does none of them well and worsens the experience for anyone who's new to the product)

a guide for new tumblr users:

-you aren’t required to reblog things, but refusing to do so may cause backlash. it is best to play along. many here consider a reblog to be sustenance or at least a token of good faith, and giving them such a gift will help them see you as a friend.

-never give them your true full name. it is commonplace to use a false name and you are encouraged to make this name as ridiculous as possible. if you give your true name they will immediately view you as an outsider. this can be dangerous.

-check your new followers. some of them won’t be real. you can always tell.

-use great caution when engaging in private conversation and when receiving messages. always make sure they are real, but remember the real ones can be just as dangerous.

-this has been their home for generations. it is not quite yours yet, but it will be. soon.

-do not venture off on unknown paths unless you are prepared to see whatever you may find there.

-you can chose not to see things in advance, but what’s seen can’t be unseen.

-you must manage your own seeing. they will not hold back.

-they will come offering you riches untold and pleasures beyond your imagination. do not follow. do not engage. run.

-names and faces are interchangeable and can be shed and changed as easily as clothing. beware the faceless ones.

-you’ve been told they cannot lie. by whom?

-some speak nonsense. nod your head and play along. engage at your own risk.

-no one knows what all lurks in the shadows. we do not wish to know. no matter how deep youve gone you can always go deeper. you will never come back out the same.

-you’ve already gone too far.

-there’s no real going back now.

-you can log out.

-but you cannot leave.

-welcome to tumblr.

all the 9 to 5ers scrolling through tumblr at 7am like we're reading the morning paper. raising our coffee cups in greeting by reblogging each others posts.

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

this is just beautiful from beginning to end

@amtrak-official

Yes, but our trains are even better because they don't make your arms tired

Wait what ski lift are you on that makes your arms tired?

Is this not what they are describing?

same energy

May his memory be a blessing.

Willem Arondéus (22 August 1894 – 1 July 1943) was a Dutch artist and author who joined the Dutch anti-Nazi resistance movement during World War II. He participated in the bombing of the Amsterdam public records office to hinder the Nazi German effort to identify Dutch Jews and others wanted by the Gestapo. Arondéus was caught and executed soon after his arrest. Yad Vashem recognized Arondéus as Righteous Among the Nations.

Their attack, which took place on 27 March 1943, was partially successful, and they managed to destroy 800,000 identity cards, and retrieve 600 blank cards and 50,000 guilders. The building was blown up and no one was caught on the night of the attack. However, due to an unknown betrayer, Arondéus was arrested on 1 April 1943. Arondéus refused to give up the rest of his team.

Arondéus was openly gay before the war and defiantly asserted his sexuality before his execution. His final words were:

"Tell the people that homosexuals are not by definition weak."

From Wikipedia

He was also a pretty great artist

Reblog to include his artwork!

Did you know that after they switched to blind auditions, major symphony orchestras hired women between 30% to 55% more? Before bringing in “blind auditions” with a screen to conceal the the candidate, women in the top 5 major orchestras made up less than 5% of the musicians performing.

so I believe it was actually more complicated than that, in interesting ways. Because at first, when they did blind auditions, they were STILL hiring more men.

…Then they put down a carpet, so that high heels didn’t clack on the floor,  and BOOM women were suddenly getting hired.

The testers didn’t even know that’s what they were picking up on, which just goes to show how tiny of a cue it takes for misogyny to kick in.

The case of blind auditions for orchestras and how it dramatically changed the gender makeup of orchestras is a very illuminating example of gender bias, and an interesting possible way of countering it.

You can be sexist without knowing it. You can be racist without knowing it. This is not a moral failing; it is a moral imperative to remember that you are fallible, and take steps to limit the damage your squishy ape brain’s foibles can cause.

You, the person to whom I am speaking, are not a biased person. Your BRAIN however, is 💯 biased in a hundred ways and until you learn how to overcome this, you will thus BEHAVE in biased ways you are not even aware of. The more you think you are immune to this, the more susceptible you are.

Look we all want a robo dog but if you kill someone with a sledgehammer to steal theirs, they are going to find you. There's no way a 75k$ dog doesn't have gps

we are killing the dog

its not a dog, its a machine used and designed for police surveillance and the entire reason they made it dog shaped is so idiots like you would go "awwww robot dog how precious" instead of seeing them as the oppressive tools they are.

we're killing the fucking dog

That's not a robot dog.

It's a four-legged robot spider.

It is not a dog, a spider, a chicken, a horse, a fish, a tick, a mosquito, a tapeworm or a baby

It is a weapon

There is nothing morally wrong about breaking weapons that are hurting people for any reason other than to prevent those people from hurting others worse

the dog robots are fully capable of hurting people, and badly. failsafes that would prevent that have not been installed. the police are deploying a thing out in public that can maim anyone who touches it wrong.

look, when i was a kid i was passionately in love with the idea of robots--that humans would one day create another sort of intelligence to share our world with-- and believed very firmly that we should respect and protect all our robot friends from the start, so there would be no violent humans-against-robots revolution or anything.

anyway it turns out that the people trying to keep end-stage capitalism running are really banking on us feeling more love for the robots than for the kind of people they're going to be using the robots to oppress.

so like. maybe lets all agree right now that if a robot is being used to hurt a person, you need to smash the fucking robot. they're going to make the robots really cute. they're going to show us so many movies about how much robots need to be loved. and then they are going to use robots to hurt people.

let's try not to fall for it, okay?

And don't forget that scary af episode of Black Mirror, Metalhead. Robot dogs can fuck right off.

They created a weapon, told you to call it a friend and watched as your empathy became their trap and tool. 

Real life dogs are oftentimes weapons as well

People who exploit animals will often exploit humans too. They’re exploiting the cuteness of animals to manipulate you and the potential danger of dogs to control you.

So if we’re being intersectional about this, also be cautious about people who use animals as tools.

If it ain’t three laws safe, it ain’t friend shaped.

Bludgeon it.

Sooooo the company I work for works with law enforcement. As in, they're our main customers. (Which I'm actually all for, because the amount of accountability we're loading into the back end while "making their jobs easier" is ASTONISHING. My very leftist old hippy Dad is excited about me working here.)

Anyway, I have seen these robot dogs in person at a conference, and it took under a minute for my brain to go "Doggo! Friend shaped!" When I stepped back and thought about it, it was unnerving as HELL.

So yeah. Go buy that hammer. Bet you can find similar ones at thrift stores, too.

Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn't make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you're being snobbish or condescending when you're just trying to be specific

PEOPLE WHAT??

Number one criticism I'm always going to get about my therapy sessions: too many big words, this population won't be able to follow

Results of me trying to filter them out: "you sound phony, why are you talking like that?"

Results of me expecting people to understand what I'm saying, but also watching for signs of misunderstanding and giving space to ask questions: People are actually much smarter than anybody ever gives them credit for

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

I read the sample. I'm not sure about this book now, but maybe that's because I'm very concerned with the ethics of behavior modification, and the author seems to treat that as an afterthought. Hmm.

WHY.