igivenicehugsss  asked:

Sorry to bother you but are you taking prompts? If so can you maybe do one about the solar trio on a carnival date? Love your writing. 💙

The gods find out separately – Helios sees a flyer pinned to the bulletin board in the entrance foyer of the retail store; Apollo is chatting up Leroy and Elverna at the flower shop when they mention wanting to see the 4-H kids’ garden and crop entries.

Icarus doesn’t realize they’ve found out about the city’s Summer Jamboree until it’s too late – the gods, perhaps anticipating Icarus’ usual excuses, catch him the moment he returns back from walking the dogs that morning, and frogmarch him back out and into Apollo’s chariot, ignoring his protests and threatening to tie him up if he tries to get away.

Icarus points out that this is technically kidnapping, but otherwise subsides with a minimum of grumbling. Secretly, he had been interested in the carnival, but of course, he can’t let them know – they already take far too many liberties with his life as it is, and conceding an inch will mean they take fifty miles.  


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* “Why hello there! My name is Clairvoyancy, and I will the host of this little event, the Fair of Fright!”

* “So, I’m guessing that you’re all quite confused of what this even is. What’s the point of another Halloween event?”

* “Uh… While I can’t really answer that, I can say, this will be an event to remember! I hope.”

* “You’re invited to the Fair of Fright, for a week of fun and excitement, and scares of all kind! Probably no murder this time.”

* “Read below for more details, and how you can join!”

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Fox’s Carnival

A little fox!Hux fluff for @letmeputitinyourbutt !

Hux has had enough exposure to humans that he can pass himself off as one–albeit a slightly odd one–pretty damn convincingly. Thanks to the things he’s observed, and a prolonged time spent living with Ren, he’s not surprised by things like cars or soda or cell phones. He always wears clothes in his human form, and actually rather likes big comfy sweaters, and has even come to enjoy tailored things because he understands this is a way of showing off for Ren–and Hux is, above all else, a little show-off. 

But some things, a fox just can’t resist being, well….foxish about.

“Hey. Heyyy.” Ren waves his hand in front of Hux’s eyes, trying to break his concentration. They’re at a local carnival, just a little one set up at the city fairgrounds. It’s mostly stuff for kids, a moonbounce and a game where you grab rubber ducks and claim a prize. There’s mini-golf and horseshoes and a bunch of local vendors selling beaded jewelry and T-shirts and sandwiches and lemonade. For a $1 donation to the Make-A-Wish Foundation, attendees can attempt to dunk the local weatherman into a pool of water by hitting a target. 

And there is a little petting zoo, which is causing Hux to go into a sort of hypnotic trance of desire. It’s the chickens, Ren decides, or maybe the lambs. “Hey. Look at me.”

Hux blinks so hard and fast that it’s like he’s got sand in both eyes. Turns to look at Ren.

“None of that here.”

“They’re just, uh! They’re just there!” Hux was standing with both hands gripping the little fence, white-knuckled, but now he’s relaxing slightly. “They’re just right there!”

“How about I buy you a chicken sandwich? And you can go hunt for a rubber duck, too.”

Hux moves away from the fence to lean into Ren. “They’re distracting me. Maybe that’s a good idea.”

They walk around the enclosure where all the pigs and chickens and goats are being manhandled by first graders. As they walk past the chickens, they fluff up and squawk and run away, catching Hux’s scent, and the parents blame their children for being too rowdy, and both Ren and Hux laugh.

“Two chicken sandwiches, please,” Ren tells the young woman selling them at the food tent. Hux has been sufficiently distracted from the fresh, live chickens with the promise of a cooked one so close at hand. Ren can nearly see him drool.

“No bun on mine,” Hux cuts in.

The woman looks a little confused.

“He can’t do gluten,” Ren says quickly.

Their sandwiches, one sans bun, are handed over, and as usual, Hux nearly melts his mouth off trying to eat it before it cools. The way his tongue is hanging out as he pants over the too-hot bite is particularly foxlike. 

“How many times have I told you not to do that?” Ren teases.

“A lot. Smells so good though.” Hux nuzzles him. “Like you.”

“Are you calling me a chicken?”

Hux laughs. “You know what I mean.”

Foxes are the least picky sort of eaters there are, Ren has learned, and Hux wants to try everything that’s for sale. “You throw up later, it’s not my fault,” Ren pretends to scold, but it’s really worth the joy of seeing Hux lick up cotton candy with the delight of a little kid. He is similarly impressed by candied bacon and caramel apples, but the jalepeno poppers are too strong for him and he opens his mouth and lets the fried cheesy blob fall out, wincing. Ren helps himself to the remainder and then kisses Hux’s sticky-sweet cheeks.

As promised, he takes Hux to get a rubber duck prize. The number on the bottom of the duck Hux finally settles on correlates to a dud prize–a palm-sized Beanie Baby bear. Hux has no clue what he’s supposed to do with it.
“Gnaw on it when we get home,” Ren suggests as they walk away, down to the hill where they can watch fairgoers at the dunk tank. “Bury it. It’s like, reusable prey.”

“Hmm.” Hux is intrigued by that notion. 

“Or I can hide it when we got home and you find it.”


“Yeah, why not. Or like, fetch.” He’s not sure if that idea is condescending–he’s not a dog–but Hux smiles anyway and turns the bear over in his hand, like he might throw it for himself to catch at any moment.

When the sun sets, the carnival volunteers set up a big screen at the bottom of the hill so everyone can watch ET under the stars. For the first hour of the movie, Hux is transfixed, but spending hours and hours in his human form makes him antsy, and he starts to shift and look around anxiously.

“Do you want to–?”

“I’ll just walk over to the bathrooms, by the treeline.”

“Okay. Leave those chickens alone.”

He needn’t have worried; the animals have already been packed up and returned to their home farm. Ren watches the movie on his own for about ten minutes when the kids nearby start looking away from the screen and pointing at something.

“A fox! A little fox!”

Ren looks too, and there, a safe distance away, is the faintest glimmer of red fur reflecting the light of the movie. The fox runs, tosses something with a flick of its head, then hops, air-light, once, twice. Grabs it again and tosses it again.

“Mommy, the fox has a toy!”

The mother laughs.

“Maybe it stole it from the carnival, sneaky thing.”

Ren bites his tongue so he does not tell the woman that the fox won it fair and square, paid its 25 cents to draw the duck, and lays back on the blanket instead, waiting for Hux to return, to curl up in his lap, content, ready to be mesmerized by the film once again.


You may know mead — an ancient alcoholic beverage made from water, honey, and yeast — as a drink that’s popular among Renaissance fairgoers and Game of Thrones fans.

Meadmaker Andrew Geffken is on a mission to add another group to that list: the average beer drinker. At Charm City Meadworks in Baltimore, Md., he’s experimenting with modern takes on this age-old drink.

The current problem, Geffken says, is that mead just isn’t cool enough to woo hip craft beer drinkers. But with a little help from hops — many a beer drinker’s favorite ingredient — he thinks he can change that.

Geffken isn’t the only meadmaker attempting to revive this old-timey beverage — mead’s popularity has risen rapidly in recent years. Charm City — which Geffken opened with co-owner James Boicourt in 2014 — currently makes enough mead to burn through 5,000 gallons of honey each month.

This Modern Meadery Is Making Honey Wine Hip — With Hops

Photos: Morgan McCloy/NPR

Infamy: Chapter 6.5 (request fic)

Hey everyone, I’ve finally finished the first request fic for my giveaway! The prompt was to write an Infamyverse fluffy/sexy hardenshipping short fic, requested by nainairuna! I called it what I did because it takes place in the middle of Chapter 6, but long before that thing happens. But I hope you guys enjoy it! 

(IF you haven’t read Infamy, some of this might not make sense, so you can read that rest of the fic HERE or on my fanfiction page!) 

Pairing: hardenshipping (Maxie/Matsubusa x Archie/Aogiri) 

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT, (and for those of you celebrating Ramadan who would like a food warning, there is a LOT of food in this), “archie’s ass gets rekt for real this time” (this warning is courtesy of betaadmin thank u so much) 

Summary: Archie’s birthday is tomorrow, and there’s only one thing he wants…a trip to Ye Olde Hoennian Faire.

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Starter for @circusboss-rp


Sitting on a bench happily, Satan watched the fairgoers come and go. Hopping off, he quickly walked through the crowd, turning his head back and forth, trying to take in all the sights the place had to offer.

“Where to go, which to go to?” He muttered quietly, trying to decide find something that caught his eye.

Slight problem was, they all caught his eye! So caught up in the general excited mood of the fair, that the little demon didn’t realized he was about to run into someone else.


In the late 1800s, the hot new fad sweeping the country was “target games.” If only there were some way to combine this new craze with the old standard pastime of horrible racism …

Hey, somebody did it!

Popular games included “Hit the Coon” and “African Dodger,” where you literally just threw balls at black people, and then laughed because you weren’t them.

Live targets were eventually replaced with fake heads, but 19th-century fairgoers still wanted to cause at least some discomfort for black people, so they came up with the African Dip.

In this progenitor of modern dunk tank games, the thrower would hit a target, triggering a release, which caused the dunkee (shockingly enough, always a black person) to fall in the filthy and freezing water. It was good, harmless fun for all! Except for anybody who wasn’t white, of course.

Hey, Sorry, But 5 Of Your Favorite Things Are Racist

…together, together, together…

The centaur galloped past the sasquatch, who chased after him but could never keep up.

The giant snake kept quiet as the mages planned poker night.

The mermaid sat on the rock and listened to the boardwalk’s rollercoaster roar by, the pleasant screams of fairgoers echoing through the night.

The cockatrice flapped its wings, mightily, ineffectively, as the ravens flew overhead.

The skeleton eyed the minotaurs pumping weights enviously before shuffling on its way.

…together, together, together…

The sasquatch chased after the centaur, stopping as his stamina waned. Ah, but then a big, beautiful red bicycle caught his eye. A note, tucked into the spokes: “Catch up, I keep winning.”

When the snake returned home, she was greeted by mechanical arms shuffling a deck of cards. The fingers followed her gaze and turned the cards this-way-and-that in response to her movements. The arms were bright blue, her favorite color.

“That’s a waterslide, by the way.” The carnival barker handed the mermaid a roll of tickets by way of introduction.

An egg-shaped ballon, fitted with a basket and a propeller, landed next to the cockatrice.

“Could you teach us to move like that?” the voice behind the skeleton was gruff and timid. The skeleton turned around. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, well, we’ve seen you in that there dance class? At the gym,” a second minotaur mumbled shyly. “Yer so light on your toes… could you, erm, give us some tips?”


Which column features the Angkor Wat dupe?

Builders for the 1931 Exposition coloniale internationale in Paris created a full-scale replica of Angkor Wat for fairgoers. 

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Postcard of a full-scale Angkor Wat replica at the Exposition coloniale internationale, Paris (detail), Braun & Co., 1931
Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom, Cambodia, photographer unknown, ca. 1880–1899

Fic: A Day at the Fair (Emily Grey)

Oh, you’ve probably seen the ads on TV: Visit the FUNtacular temple FUNfair! FUNnel cakes! FUNdamentally inexplicable gravitational phenomena! It’s fun fun FUN for the whole family!

Minor spoilers for 13x03. Written for this week’s rvb60min challenge: “Once, she knew kindness.”

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The temple floats.

Emily stands with her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels, and cranes her neck to try and see the cloud-obscured top. Are those clouds coincidence, or micrometeorological phenomena induced by the heat radiating from the thing? She’s seen Mom’s scientific footage of a volcanic eruption on the coast, the surging clouds flaring with lightning, the soot-stained hailstones dropping miles and miles downwind. Emily cocks her head to one side, then thinks, sadly, that there probably isn’t enough energy coming off the artifact to create its own cloud cover. If there were, more people would be reporting radiation poisoning. Probably just coincidence, then.

“Bummer,” she mutters, out loud. Ma hears and rests a hand on the top of her head. Emily presses up into the touch, then remembers that she’s eight years old and it’s well past time for her to move on from her childhood need for physical reassurance and pulls away. “Can I explore?” she asks.

Mom and Ma exchange glances. Mom rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. Ma just rolls her eyes. “Emily,” she says, “you’re a very bright young girl, but there are big crowds here, and we don’t want you to get separated from us again.”

Emily knows exactly which incident they’re referring to and relents, kicking at a pebble as her sole concession to the wave of disappointment. Logically, it makes sense. There are a whole lot of people swarming the festive fairgrounds, and despite the vanishingly low probably of abduction or other harm, her mothers’ worry is in itself an undesirable outcome. She needs to introduce additional variables. She needs to—

She pauses, then points. “Those girls are in a group by themselves. Can I go with them?”

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Predicting 2014

From 1964, in the New York Times

August 16, 1964

Visit to the World’s Fair of 2014


The New York World’s Fair of 1964 is dedicated to “Peace Through Understanding.” Its glimpses of the world of tomorrow rule out thermonuclear warfare. And why not? If a thermonuclear war takes place, the future will not be worth discussing. So let the missiles slumber eternally on their pads and let us observe what may come in the nonatomized world of the future.

What is to come, through the fair’s eyes at least, is wonderful. The direction in which man is traveling is viewed with buoyant hope, nowhere more so than at the General Electric pavilion. There the audience whirls through four scenes, each populated by cheerful, lifelike dummies that move and talk with a facility that, inside of a minute and a half, convinces you they are alive.

The scenes, set in or about 1900, 1920, 1940 and 1960, show the advances of electrical appliances and the changes they are bringing to living. I enjoyed it hugely and only regretted that they had not carried the scenes into the future. What will life be like, say, in 2014 A.D., 50 years from now? What will the World’s Fair of 2014 be like?

I don’t know, but I can guess.

One thought that occurs to me is that men will continue to withdraw from nature in order to create an environment that will suit them better. By 2014, electroluminescent panels will be in common use. Ceilings and walls will glow softly, and in a variety of colors that will change at the touch of a push button.

Windows need be no more than an archaic touch, and even when present will be polarized to block out the harsh sunlight. The degree of opacity of the glass may even be made to alter automatically in accordance with the intensity of the light falling upon it.

There is an underground house at the fair which is a sign of the future. if its windows are not polarized, they can nevertheless alter the “scenery” by changes in lighting. Suburban houses underground, with easily controlled temperature, free from the vicissitudes of weather, with air cleaned and light controlled, should be fairly common. At the New York World’s Fair of 2014, General Motors’ “Futurama” may well display vistas of underground cities complete with light- forced vegetable gardens. The surface, G.M. will argue, will be given over to large-scale agriculture, grazing and parklands, with less space wasted on actual human occupancy.

Gadgetry will continue to relieve mankind of tedious jobs. Kitchen units will be devised that will prepare “automeals,” heating water and converting it to coffee; toasting bread; frying, poaching or scrambling eggs, grilling bacon, and so on. Breakfasts will be “ordered” the night before to be ready by a specified hour the next morning. Complete lunches and dinners, with the food semiprepared, will be stored in the freezer until ready for processing. I suspect, though, that even in 2014 it will still be advisable to have a small corner in the kitchen unit where the more individual meals can be prepared by hand, especially when company is coming.

Robots will neither be common nor very good in 2014, but they will be in existence. The I.B.M. exhibit at the present fair has no robots but it is dedicated to computers, which are shown in all their amazing complexity, notably in the task of translating Russian into English. If machines are that smart today, what may not be in the works 50 years hence? It will be such computers, much miniaturized, that will serve as the “brains” of robots. In fact, the I.B.M. building at the 2014 World’s Fair may have, as one of its prime exhibits, a robot housemaid*large, clumsy, slow- moving but capable of general picking-up, arranging, cleaning and manipulation of various appliances. It will undoubtedly amuse the fairgoers to scatter debris over the floor in order to see the robot lumberingly remove it and classify it into “throw away” and “set aside.” (Robots for gardening work will also have made their appearance.)

General Electric at the 2014 World’s Fair will be showing 3-D movies of its “Robot of the Future,” neat and streamlined, its cleaning appliances built in and performing all tasks briskly. (There will be a three-hour wait in line to see the film, for some things never change.)

The appliances of 2014 will have no electric cords, of course, for they will be powered by long- lived batteries running on radioisotopes. The isotopes will not be expensive for they will be by- products of the fission-power plants which, by 2014, will be supplying well over half the power needs of humanity. But once the isotype batteries are used up they will be disposed of only through authorized agents of the manufacturer.

And experimental fusion-power plant or two will already exist in 2014. (Even today, a small but genuine fusion explosion is demonstrated at frequent intervals in the G.E. exhibit at the 1964 fair.) Large solar-power stations will also be in operation in a number of desert and semi-desert areas – Arizona, the Negev, Kazakhstan. In the more crowded, but cloudy and smoggy areas, solar power will be less practical. An exhibit at the 2014 fair will show models of power stations in space, collecting sunlight by means of huge parabolic focusing devices and radiating the energy thus collected down to earth.

The world of 50 years hence will have shrunk further. At the 1964 fair, the G.M. exhibit depicts, among other things, “road-building factories” in the tropics and, closer to home, crowded highways along which long buses move on special central lanes. There is every likelihood that highways at least in the more advanced sections of the world*will have passed their peak in 2014; there will be increasing emphasis on transportation that makes the least possible contact with the surface. There will be aircraft, of course, but even ground travel will increasingly take to the air*a foot or two off the ground. Visitors to the 1964 fair can travel there in an “aquafoil,” which lifts itself on four stilts and skims over the water with a minimum of friction. This is surely a stop-gap. By 2014 the four stilts will have been replaced by four jets of compressed air so that the vehicle will make no contact with either liquid or solid surfaces.

Jets of compressed air will also lift land vehicles off the highways, which, among other things, will minimize paving problems. Smooth earth or level lawns will do as well as pavements. Bridges will also be of less importance, since cars will be capable of crossing water on their jets, though local ordinances will discourage the practice.

Much effort will be put into the designing of vehicles with “Robot-brains”*vehicles that can be set for particular destinations and that will then proceed there without interference by the slow reflexes of a human driver. I suspect one of the major attractions of the 2014 fair will be rides on small roboticized cars which will maneuver in crowds at the two-foot level, neatly and automatically avoiding each other.

For short-range travel, moving sidewalks (with benches on either side, standing room in the center) will be making their appearance in downtown sections. They will be raised above the traffic. Traffic will continue (on several levels in some places) only because all parking will be off-street and because at least 80 per cent of truck deliveries will be to certain fixed centers at the city’s rim. Compressed air tubes will carry goods and materials over local stretches, and the switching devices that will place specific shipments in specific destinations will be one of the city’s marvels.

Communications will become sight-sound and you will see as well as hear the person you telephone. The screen can be used not only to see the people you call but also for studying documents and photographs and reading passages from books. Synchronous satellites, hovering in space will make it possible for you to direct-dial any spot on earth, including the weather stations in Antarctica (shown in chill splendor as part of the ‘64 General Motors exhibit).

For that matter, you will be able to reach someone at the moon colonies, concerning which General Motors puts on a display of impressive vehicles (in model form) with large soft tires*intended to negotiate the uneven terrain that may exist on our natural satellite.

Any number of simultaneous conversations between earth and moon can be handled by modulated laser beams, which are easy to manipulate in space. On earth, however, laser beams will have to be led through plastic pipes, to avoid material and atmospheric interference. Engineers will still be playing with that problem in 2014.

Conversations with the moon will be a trifle uncomfortable, but the way, in that 2.5 seconds must elapse between statement and answer (it takes light that long to make the round trip). Similar conversations with Mars will experience a 3.5-minute delay even when Mars is at its closest. However, by 2014, only unmanned ships will have landed on Mars, though a manned expedition will be in the works and in the 2014 Futurama will show a model of an elaborate Martian colony.

As for television, wall screens will have replaced the ordinary set; but transparent cubes will be making their appearance in which three-dimensional viewing will be possible. In fact, one popular exhibit at the 2014 World’s Fair will be such a 3-D TV, built life-size, in which ballet performances will be seen. The cube will slowly revolve for viewing from all angles.

One can go on indefinitely in this happy extrapolation, but all is not rosy.

As I stood in line waiting to get into the General Electric exhibit at the 1964 fair, I found myself staring at Equitable Life’s grim sign blinking out the population of the United States, with the number (over 191,000,000) increasing by 1 every 11 seconds. During the interval which I spent inside the G.E. pavilion, the American population had increased by nearly 300 and the world’s population by 6,000.

In 2014, there is every likelihood that the world population will be 6,500,000,000 and the population of the United States will be 350,000,000. Boston-to-Washington, the most crowded area of its size on the earth, will have become a single city with a population of over 40,000,000.

Population pressure will force increasing penetration of desert and polar areas. Most surprising and, in some ways, heartening, 2014 will see a good beginning made in the colonization of the continental shelves. Underwater housing will have its attractions to those who like water sports, and will undoubtedly encourage the more efficient exploitation of ocean resources, both food and mineral. General Motors shows, in its 1964 exhibit, the model of an underwater hotel of what might be called mouth-watering luxury. The 2014 World’s Fair will have exhibits showing cities in the deep sea with bathyscaphe liners carrying men and supplies across and into the abyss.

Ordinary agriculture will keep up with great difficulty and there will be “farms” turning to the more efficient micro-organisms. Processed yeast and algae products will be available in a variety of flavors. The 2014 fair will feature an Algae Bar at which “mock-turkey” and “pseudosteak” will be served. It won’t be bad at all (if you can dig up those premium prices), but there will be considerable psychological resistance to such an innovation.

Although technology will still keep up with population through 2014, it will be only through a supreme effort and with but partial success. Not all the world’s population will enjoy the gadgety world of the future to the full. A larger portion than today will be deprived and although they may be better off, materially, than today, they will be further behind when compared with the advanced portions of the world. They will have moved backward, relatively.

Nor can technology continue to match population growth if that remains unchecked. Consider Manhattan of 1964, which has a population density of 80,000 per square mile at night and of over 100,000 per square mile during the working day. If the whole earth, including the Sahara, the Himalayan Mountain peaks, Greenland, Antarctica and every square mile of the ocean bottom, to the deepest abyss, were as packed as Manhattan at noon, surely you would agree that no way to support such a population (let alone make it comfortable) was conceivable. In fact, support would fail long before the World-Manhattan was reached.

Well, the earth’s population is now about 3,000,000,000 and is doubling every 40 years. If this rate of doubling goes unchecked, then a World-Manhattan is coming in just 500 years. All earth will be a single choked Manhattan by A.D. 2450 and society will collapse long before that!

There are only two general ways of preventing this: (1) raise the death rate; (2) lower the birth rate. Undoubtedly, the world of A>D. 2014 will have agreed on the latter method. Indeed, the increasing use of mechanical devices to replace failing hearts and kidneys, and repair stiffening arteries and breaking nerves will have cut the death rate still further and have lifted the life expectancy in some parts of the world to age 85.

There will, therefore, be a worldwide propaganda drive in favor of birth control by rational and humane methods and, by 2014, it will undoubtedly have taken serious effect. The rate of increase of population will have slackened*but, I suspect, not sufficiently.

One of the more serious exhibits at the 2014 World’s Fair, accordingly, will be a series of lectures, movies and documentary material at the World Population Control Center (adults only; special showings for teen-agers).

The situation will have been made the more serious by the advances of automation. The world of A.D. 2014 will have few routine jobs that cannot be done better by some machine than by any human being. Mankind will therefore have become largely a race of machine tenders. Schools will have to be oriented in this direction. Part of the General Electric exhibit today consists of a school of the future in which such present realities as closed-circuit TV and programmed tapes aid the teaching process. It is not only the techniques of teaching that will advance, however, but also the subject matter that will change. All the high-school students will be taught the fundamentals of computer technology will become proficient in binary arithmetic and will be trained to perfection in the use of the computer languages that will have developed out of those like the contemporary “Fortran” (from “formula translation”).

Even so, mankind will suffer badly from the disease of boredom, a disease spreading more widely each year and growing in intensity. This will have serious mental, emotional and sociological consequences, and I dare say that psychiatry will be far and away the most important medical specialty in 2014. The lucky few who can be involved in creative work of any sort will be the true elite of mankind, for they alone will do more than serve a machine.

Indeed, the most somber speculation I can make about A.D. 2014 is that in a society of enforced leisure, the most glorious single word in the vocabulary will have becomework!


A Fair to Remember: Colored Lantern Slides from the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition

One century ago, San Francisco’s 1915 World’s Fair closed its doors, ending one of the most unique events in American history.  For 288 days, the fair brought together an odd array of individuals that seemingly belong in different chapters of the history textbook.  Civil War veterans could watch as Henry Ford produced a car every ten minutes on his assembly line.  Original miner 49ers could traverse a fake mine and see a glowing, radioactive mineral called radium.  Patty Reed, a surviving member of the infamous Donner party, could walk through General Electric’s model house and marvel at their flameless toaster.  At a time when only 20 percent of Americans had electricity, fairgoers could pay to take an airplane ride or make a transcontinental phone call to New York.  It was a moment of change, and a fair to remember.

The fair itself, also known as the Panama-Pacific International Exposition (PPIE), marked two monumental achievements.  The first was the completion of the Panama Canal.  The United States began construction on the canal in 1904 and finished in 1914.  Dubbed “The 13th Labor of Hercules,” the canal shortened the shipping route from New York to San Francisco by 7,700 miles.  The new sea route enhanced American business, and helped make San Francisco one of the world’s preeminent port cities.

The second achievement was the reconstruction of San Francisco.  Less than a decade before, San Francisco was reduced to rubble by one of the worst natural disasters in modern history. The 1906 earthquake decimated the young city.  Many believed the reconstruction could never restore San Francisco to its prior glory, or would at least take generations to complete.  Less than a decade later, however, the rebuilt San Francisco hosted one of the largest gatherings of all time. Over the course of its 10-month span, nearly 19 million people attended the World’s Fair.  At the time, California’s population was roughly 3.5 million.

The National Archives has photographic records from many of the world’s fairs.  Few, however, are quite as striking as the colored lantern slides from the Panama Pacific International Exhibition.  Lantern slides were a popular form of photography in the 19thand early 20th centuries.  Photographers would often develop images onto light-sensitive lantern glass, cover the image with an additional layer of protective glass, and bind the two layers together with paper tape.  In some instances, such as the examples in this blog, slides were hand-colored using oil paints, dyes, or pigments.  The lantern slides could then be projected to a viewing audience, and were ideal for educational or professional settings.

Photograph of the Panama-Pacific International Exposition at Night, 1915. Local ID: 16-SFX-85.

These slides here are all part of the series, Panama-Pacific International Exposition (National Archives Identifier: 512822) .  The photos were taken by Joseph Abel under the auspices of the Department of Agriculture.  Abel was a scientist with the Department of Agriculture’s Bureau of Animal Industry, and Chief of Exhibits for the Bureau’s exhibit at the PPIE.

See more stunning vintage lantern slides at : A Fair to Remember: Colored Lantern Slides at the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition | The Unwritten Record

Taylor Swift exhibit part of 2016 State Fair of Texas

The 2016 State Fair of Texas will carry the theme “Celebrating Texas Agriculture.”

Fair officials on Wednesday announced details of the annual expo planned Sept. 30 through Oct. 23 in Dallas.

Fairgoers can also get an inside look at the life of singer and songwriter Taylor Swift.

An exhibit called “The Taylor Swift Experience” includes memorabilia such as costumes, photos and instruments. The display will include the light blue Reem Acra gown that Swift wore last year during the Academy of Country Music awards at AT&T; Stadium in Arlington.

The Beginning and the End

You are looking at the very first photograph taken of William McKinley as President of the United States, and the very last photograph taken of William McKinley as President of the United States.

In the top image, outgoing President Grover Cleveland stands nearby and witnesses Chief Justice Melville Fuller administer the Presidential oath of office to William McKinley at the U.S. Capitol on March 4, 1897. This wasn’t the only camera capturing the historic moment. For the first time in history, a motion picture camera filmed footage of President McKinley’s inauguration – footage which survives and be seen today.

The image at the bottom is from September 6, 1901, and was taken as President McKinley walked up the stairs to the Temple of Music at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York where he was scheduled to greet fairgoers in a receiving line open to the public. Just minutes after that photograph was captured, Leon Czogolsz approached the President and shot him at point-blank range. While it was initially thought that McKinley might survive, the President died eight days later, and the bottom image is the last-known photograph of him.