patent of the month


Enjoy these registered patent labels for products created for and marketed to women! From the shoe-damaging perils of driving a car to keeping your hands clean while cooking patty-shaped foods, inventors know what ladies need.

All of the labels are from Record Group 241, Records of the Patent and Trademark Office. These patent labels have been digitized and will soon be available in the National Archives Catalog (


Patent of the Month: Tucker “Torpedo”

During World War II, the South Side of Chicago was home to one of the largest war plants in the country, used by Dodge-Chrysler to build bomber plane engines. After the war, Preston Tucker leased two of the buildings to build his “Torpedo” car. This site is now the home of the National Archives at Chicago! 

Read the full post on the AOTUS blog.

Image: Tucker “Torpedo” Patent Drawing, 06/14/1949. National Archives Identifier 594674

Life is Short *A Wonho Imagine*

Whaddup guys I freaking missed all of you crazy peeps. This is for @j-nxzf and everyone else who’s been there for me through this ride!

Originally posted by wonhontology

“Excuse me!”

Your headphones were on and you were quietly bobbing your head up and down as you leafed through the pages of an old magazine. You were here again, at the Doctor’s office waiting to here more bad news and be told more information that you rather would have received over a  simple text.

“Excuse me!”

You let out a loud and exaggerated sigh. You thought you had been doing a good job so far of looking unapproachable but obviously you hadn’t tried your best. With all off the annoyance you could muster you pulled your hoodie off of your head simultaneously removing your headphones.

“What do you want?” You asked looking up at the repetitive voice addressing you.

A friendly smile gazed right back.

“Well I was bored, and you had the last magazine from the table and I thought maybe we could share?”

A small laugh escaped from your mouth. This boy had a lot of nerve. Your eyes appraised him slowly. His black hair fell just above his eyes and his mouth had a natural smirk that seemed to challenge your own. He was stunning, but you knew not to believe your eyes. No one who was healthy and all right in the head would be caught in a place like this.

“What do you really want?”

He showed no sign of awkwardness at your continued pursuit of a better answer. He leaned his head back in his chair next to you and and settled his shoulders in like he was planning to stay there quite a while.

“Is it wrong for me to make conversation with someone new?” He asked innocently.

“No..” You chose your next words carefully. “But it is wrong to make friends with someone who’ll be dead in 3 months.”

There it was.

You said it.

The dark truth that kept your mother crying through the night and had made your father work 3 jobs just to keep the lights on.

You waited to see if the pretty boy would react like everyone else that found out you were dying.

Would he squirm?

Would he just get up and move?

Ugh even worse would he say he “sorry”?

But he did none of those things.

“Lucky!” He shouted leaning forward, causing other patents in waiting to look back at you two. “I only have 2 months myself!”

He sat back in his chair and gave you a satisfied smile.

“I knew there was something we had in common, besides being the only people who see this hell hole office for what it really is.”

“And what is it really?”

“The lobby for death.” He told you matter of factly. “Just a small detour we have to make before we die and finally give our parents relief.”

For the first time in your life you found yourself intrigued by a person.

You looked at him sitting beside you in his leather jacket, worn booths and ripped up jeans. He honestly didn’t give a rip about what anyone thought of him.

And that was exciting.

‘Who are you?” You asked, your voice quiet and steady.

The beautiful boy stretched out a hand and firmly grasped yours.

“I’m Wonho….why don’t you say we ditch this office and go grab something to eat from across the street”

He caught you off guard.

“ mom dropped me off, I can’t just leave I-”

He was already standing up. “No worries, love, You could ride on my bike with me.” He produced a helmet from the seat next to him and  thrust it at you.

“Unless you’re scared to miss your appointment” He teased. He let his head tilt ever so slightly to the left and his foot nudged the edge of your worn sneakers.

You took the helmet from him and placed it on your head.

“Let’s freaking go.”

You never liked the doctor much anyway.

Originally posted by wonhontology

You got me going again

Chapter two of my modern au for The White Princess (Chapter One here.)  Literally just smut because I know what I’m about.  For @absnow and @thefairfleming because true friendship is writing smutty RPF about people who have been dead for 500 years.

Lizzie almost didn’t see it.  She was having a lazy day, ignoring most of her work emails in favor of catching up on the Real Housewives and rolling her eyes at Cecily’s incessant snaps with flower crown filters.  She was sorting through the Times to find a sheet to cover the coffee table while she painted her toenails when she saw it; a short article buried in the later pages of the Business section on corporate rumors.  She read it, read it again with narrowed eyes, and then grabbed her purse.

She flew out of her apartment, her vision going hazy with rage, and stomped the six blocks to Henry’s ugly, plate glass building.  The doorman recognized her and swung the door open with a flourish, but she barely even paused to nod her thanks.  She mashed the elevator button angrily and tapped her foot as the elevator rose.

It opened into his flat, because of course he would think having the penthouse was classy instead of garish.  Henry looked up from his ipad with alarm, his gaze hardening when he saw her.  “What the fuck is this?” she snapped, shaking the offending sheet of paper.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied drily.  “And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  He tossed his tablet down and stood, crossing his arms.  She was momentarily surprised to see he was wearing just a v neck t shirt and jeans, but then again some part of her knew he didn’t spend all his time in suits.  It was just disconcerting to see him out of them, a little bit rumpled but still striking.

Lizzie shook the paper again.  “Francis Lovell likely out at Westminster Industries due to uncertain loyalties, according to a highly placed source,” she quoted, regaining her footing.  “A highly placed source?  That’s what you’re calling yourself these days?”

His eyes narrowed.  “I wouldn’t leak something like that,” he said, dismissive and arrogant at once.  

“But it’s true,” she accused.

Henry sighed and walked past her to the kitchen, his bare feet making hardly a sound on the polished wood floors.  “Of course it’s true.  He’s been passing information on our patents to the Gloucesters for months.”  He reached for an amber bottle on a high shelf and then two heavy glass tumblers, pouring several fingers worth of whiskey into each.

Lizzie stormed into the kitchen, her fury unabated.  “Francis is a loyal—”

“He’s loyal to your family, you mean,” Henry interrupted.  “Your mother, mostly.  Don’t pretend like you don’t know she’s been reaching out to the Gloucesters about buyout.”  He shoved the glass of whiskey into her hand, clinking them together with a sardonic grin.  “Tell me, Lizzie,” he said after a sip, “will your family ever stop trying to get me out?”

“No,” she said primly, and tossed back her whiskey in one gulp.  It burned and she immediately regretted it, but she blinked away the tears that sprang into her eyes and watched his eyebrows lift in something like admiration.

“At least you’re honest,” he said, his lips twitching.  He took her glass and poured her another, but this time she contented herself with sipping.  Already the previous glass was going to her head, because the anger was leaking out of her like a balloon.  Henry watched her carefully, his head tipped to the side.  “Why did you come here, Lizzie?” he asked, and his voice dipped half an octave.

“To yell at you,” she replied with a grin.  She’d been intending for superior, but maybe overshot and landed on flirtatious.

His eyes darkened.  “You could have done that over the phone.  Or waited until Monday,” he pointed out.

“Monday might be too late.  And you could always ignore a phone call.”

Henry advanced on her and she stepped back, needing distance between them and wanting him to come closer all at once.  Her hips bumped into the kitchen island.  “All this, for an employee?  You Yorks are loyal creatures, aren’t you?” he asked.

She set her whiskey down and braced her hands on the granite counter.  “We are,” she said proudly, but her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.  

“Or did you come here for me?” Henry was just centimeters away, close enough she could feel heat radiating off of him.  He smelled just like she remembered and her traitorous body wanted him to touch her, but her brain maintained a thin semblance of control.

“Why would I ever do that?” she sneered, and his eyes lit up like she’d wandered into his snare.

“You came to my bed,” Henry replied and placed his hands on either side of her body.  “Or don’t you remember that?”

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I Can’t Be Without You

Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the lovely, kind, talented @emberglows! I am so privileged to be your friend, and as a sign of thanks/celebration of your birthday, I’ve written a Fiddlestan fic! I really hope you enjoy it. Happy birthday, love!! <3

“This is stupid.” Stan plucked at the bright red bowtie around his neck and grimaced at his reflection.

His niece swooped in and slapped his hands away. “Don’t touch it! You’ll ruin it.”

Stanley sighed and tugged at his suit jacket to banish the wrinkles. The suit was brand new and snug in the shoulders, but Mabel had refused to let him wear his Mystery Shack suit because it smelled like mothballs and formaldehyde. Stan had suspicions that Fiddleford was immune to the scent due to his work with Stanford, but he didn’t argue. He only put his foot down when Mabel suggested glitter hairspray to keep his hair in place. His hair was hard as a helmet with all the gel; it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Pumpkin, I don’t know about this. This seems a bit too…fancy. I’m just going out with Fiddleford.”

“Yeah, for your anniversary!” Mabel brushed back a stray hair from her Grunkle’s forehead and beamed at him in the mirror. After a few summers of growth spurts, Mabel now stood at her Grunkle’s shoulder, which meant she could now pick at him whenever she wanted. However, the careful adjustments – straightening a crooked tie, swiping at a smudge on his glasses with her sleeve, flattening a cowlick – were appreciated.

Mabel giggled in excitement and added, “I can’t believe you’ve been dating for a whole year!”

Stan swallowed hard as he grimaced at his reflection. “Me either.”

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Patent of the Month: Eli Whitney’s Cotton Gin

When I was a kid growing up in Beverly, MA, every morning I would walk by the site of the cotton mill visited by George Washington. That mill, the Beverly Cotton Manufactory, even predated Eli Whitney’s cotton gin, which was patented 220 years ago today!

Read the full post on the AOTUS blog.

Eli Whitney’s Cotton Gin Patent Drawing, 03/14/1794
Records of the Patent and Trademark Office, National Archives Identifier 305886

Theory: A Comprehensive Timeline of Stan’s Homeless Years

I’m going to begin by saying that this theory is neither conclusive nor perfect, and there are sure to be plot holes. That being said, I cut it down (a lot) so expect a Part 2 with some secondary evidence. This is already way too many pages (10 without images) and it’s also really late. BUT if at any point you’d like me expand on a point that I made here, let me know in an ask, and I’ll offer a much more comprehensive look at the point you bring up with the evidence that got cut.

There is also a lot of stuff that I guessed at and/or interpreted in my own way, so feel free to disagree.

[Edit/Update: I got a couple questions about why I had Stanley homeless for 13 years instead of 10. I explain it in this timeline here. Stan said “over 10 years” (which I assumed to be 13-14) and the only way for Ford to be in his 30s when he’s in GF (like his journal says) and for them to still be kids in the 1960s (like Stanley says in ATOTS)and for them to be in highschool during Nixon’s presidency (as his portrait is in the principal’s office), is if Stan is kicked out in 1969.]

For this theory I used historical evidence, the memories from Dreamscapers, quotes from the games and book, podcast/interview quotes, as well as these two maps from ATOTS:

Without further ado, let’s begin:


  • Stan is thrown out on the streets at the end of May towards the end of his and Ford’s senior year of high school. It couldn’t have been much sooner, as we see them both at their senior prom, and it isn’t snowing like it normally would be in Jersey earlier in the year. This is also around the time other schools might be finishing up their scouting, which explains the West Coast Tech official complaining about “wasting a car trip”. Stanley was 18 at the time.
  • Stan spends the next few weeks, until mid-June, attempting to treasure hunt on the beaches of Jersey with a metal detector, before he reaches the start of his sales career
  • It takes a month or two for his first company to get started. Stan’s hair is noticeably longer in the video for the Sham Total than it was when he was first thrown out. He’s also just looks older in general, with a more-filled out jawline. He referenced the moon landing, so we know this occurred after the end of July, as the Apollo landed at that point.
  • In August, Stanley is chased out of Jersey and into Pennsylvania. Within the time it takes to grow a mustache that big, about four months (assuming the stache is real and not fake). Stan starts his next business venture: The Rip-Off, and is promptly chased to Ohio shortly thereafter.

(Personal Headcanon: According to the map shown on-screen after Stan leaves Pennsylvania, Stanley headed north, towards New York, after he was chased out of Jersey for the Sham Total debacle, maybe even to catch the first Woodstock Festival in August. However, he got caught up in his Rip-Off start-up, and never made it back in time.)

  • At this point, it is November, and the days are quickly getting colder. Without much to his name, Stanley starts heading south.

Other 1969 Headcanons:

  • Simon and Garfunkle’s “Boxer” would have been one of his favorites.

  • In June, the Stonewall riots occurred, and Stanley, a young man who grew up under his tough-guy and Absolute Asshole™ father, would have been awakened to a whole new world of discovering who he is. He is canonically bisexual, if this tweet has anything to say about it.
  • July-Start of the Vietnam War. Stan may have been secretly happy he was able to avoid the draft by.

  • In July, when the news of the first man on the moon hit the stands, Stan would have immediately thought of how excited Ford must be.

  • Stan wouldn’t have gone to any Anti-War demonstrations (stupid hippies) but he definitely would have been against the government sending young, uneducated kids like him to fight in a war


  • Stanley headed south that winter, and started betting on horses. A photo is shown of him betting in a large derby. My first inclination is to say it’s the Kentucky Derby, which takes place in May. It’s also possible, however, that Stan was betting in the Louisiana Derby, which is run in late March. It’s hard to be sure.

  • While in Mississippi, he went by Andrew “8-Ball” Alcatraz, according to an ID in his Secret Box of Secret Things™ from NWHS

  • After the Louisiana derby finished up, when the weather started warming up, Stanley made his way west into Texas, but then quickly veered upwards. East Texas has been known as a patent-friendly area, being more lenient in its patent and start-up regulations, so perhaps Stanley only showed up here for the looser rules. But then why did he leave so quickly? This implies that there was something about this part of Texas he didn’t like, or he was thrown out as soon as he got there. East Texas is closer to the Deep South, and more religious, so that might have been a factor. (Headcanon: Perhaps they were homophobic?) Perhaps he simply hated the culture; McGucket comes from an area very similar in culture to this Cajun-influenced Appalachian-ized folksy portion of Texas, and Stan has shown annoyance at his more hillbilly-esque traits.
  • (From user the-ford-twin) In this era, the Midwest was targeted by televangelists. Stan (who has been said in an podcast interview with Hirsch to not be above creating entire cults if it meant a profit) probably saw this as an amazing investment opportunity.
  • It is possible that East Texas is where Stanley got his Stan-Vac patented. Over the next few months, Stanley loops around the Midwest, selling his Stan-Vac door-to-door in middle-class suburban homes. (Fun fact: Stanley’s “It sucks more than anything!” is a play on the slogan blunder of Electrolux in the 1960s: “Nothing sucks like an Electrolux”)
  • By the end of that year, assumedly when it gets cold again, we see Stanley head sharply south through Texas into Mexico. The image show here is of a rainforest setting, so his Mexican location would have to be near the southern tip (extremely close to Central America, nearer to Columbia where he might have made some future friends or enemies.) In the image, we see Stan running away, carrying a suitcase of cash. This implies a product-cash exchange of some kind happened, meaning Stanley probably got sucked up in drug trafficking circles (or even pug-trafficking, because why not) and a deal went bad. Rainforests in Mexico are spread among the states of Veracruz and Tabasco. Veracruz is among the most dangerous places in Mexico, and is rampant with organized crime and drug cartel influence in its government, which we know for a fact Stanley became tangled with later on (more on that later). With that in mind I’d say he most likely made exchanges between Veracruz and the southwest USA states as a pack mule (with his charismatic nature and persuasive ability, I’m sure he’d be the perfect gringo for the job). This was probably Stanley’s first toe-dip into involvement with organized crime. 

Edit: It was really difficult to pinpoint the state Stan was in as Veracruz, but there are also several other tropical states that are great possibilities:  Chiapas, Tabasco, Yucatán, Campeche, Quintana Roo, Michoacan, Guerrero, and  Oaxaca. You can get some more of a breakdown on the issues with choosing a specific state here. Someone who knows much more about the climate in Mexico offered some sound suggestions, which leads me to believe that Chiapas and Quintana Roo actually also really likely contenders for the main state of Stan’s work in Mexico. It’s impossible to know based on the map in the show, though.

  • Stanley dips back upwards towards Montana, probably to drop off a package, since he quickly veers out of the state and into Idaho. He barely even left the route of the I-90 highway, as though he was eager to get out of there, or at least had no other reason to stay. On that note, he also spent a super small-time in Idaho. Idaho at this time was the holder of the strongest anti-sodomy laws in the country, and it’s possible that the reason Stanley spent so little time here was related to that.


  • It is now early 1971, and Stanley Pines is in Nevada, where he falls in love with gambling and Las Vegas, and likely falls into debt. He probably started doing sex work to pay the bills. Vegas’s prostitution scene was and is among the highest in the country, and it seems like the easiest and most likely way he could have made a living. It is also where he may have fallen into alcoholism.

  • This is also around the time he met Marilyn, who (as confirmed by Hirsch’s stage-time in Russia) was a woman he met at Vegas, and had a spur-of-the-moment marriage with that lasted only 6 hours.

  • After the divorce, Stanley probably realized he had a problem and left for California. However, he still needed a way to pay the bills. It is likely that he continued hooking, and this led to his first arrest.
  • But that’s not all—up until the early 70s, people could be forced into treatment at mental institutions. California law allowed such treatment until 1972, and it is likely that if Stanley was arrested and convicted for sex work, he would have been subject to treatment that included shock-aversion therapy. In Dipper and Mabel’s Guide, we found out that Stanley needed to take Rorschach tests during what he called his looney days. Rorschach tests were given to those suspected of being homosexual, as it was assumed they could detect “deviancy.” Another possible explanation for Stanley’s time in an institution would be suicidal tendencies shown in prison. After Stanley left home (back in 1969) we see him drive the wrong way down a one-way street, which leads me to think that if Stanley is upset, all inklings of self-preservation go out the window until he copes. I wouldn’t be surprised if his first time in prison led to him being at the lowest pits of his depression.

  • As sodomy laws in California weren’t redacted until 1976, it’s very possible that Stanley also had jail time on top of the one year he was most likely sentenced for prostitution, which would only further pressure him to take a plea deal that comes with institutionalization. He may have also plead with insanity (we’ve seen him fake a heart attack to cut in line. I doubt he’s above faking mental illness to get a plea deal.)


  • So, at this point, we are going mainly by the states Stanley is banned from, and the next logical step from southern California seems to be Arizona, a border state he could have been arrested in for having no sufficient documentation. OR he may have been arrested along the border for more drpug trafficking. The summer heat in Phoenix may have driven him out of the state, back eastward, towards more familiar territory. Along the way, he got himself banned from a few southern states he didn’t run through on his first time through the country, including Florida and North Carolina.

  • So you might be asking “But why isn’t Jersey marked on this map?” and the only answer I can think of is because Stanley couldn’t bring himself to cross it out. After all, he was still vying for his father’s love and hanging on to false hope of maybe coming home one day. Which brings us to the next point…


  • It’s been 4 years and Stanley is on the East coast again. We know he traveled to New York before 1974 (more on that later) but to get there, he would first have to have either gone through or around New Jersey. I feel as though Stanley might have gone to try to see his brother, or maybe even to see his father. [Maybe it’s just my angsty little heart, but I can just picture him trying to see Ford, only for his father to open the door and ask if he made those millions, and to slam it when Stan says no.]
  • While Stan’s in Jersey, he meets up with his old highschool sweetheart, Carla McCorkle. Carla is sure to be glad to see the kid who punched that jerk in the face while in line for the movies all those years ago, and they probably started dating again. Stanley got healthier, got more in shape, got more buff and confident (though I gotta say, he looks like he always skipped leg day). Judging by his wardrobe, he might have started dressing like he was younger, because he felt younger. Once again, he had someone great in his life to depend on, someone to buy flowers for, someone to hold at night, but then… it happens. After Carla leaves Stanley for Thistle Down, Stan probably fell back into depression and self-destructive behavior. Perhaps after a while, he decided he needed to clear his head, start a new adventure on his own, go across the sea just like he always thought he should. Which brings us to our next point.

I’m gonna go on a tangent here, and I promise this is important, but first I need to get this out there. Something always bothered me about Stan in the flashback with Carla McCorkle. For some reason, at this point in his life, Stanley Pines had thin fucking eyebrows and they are NOT a good look for him.

Look at them! At every point in his life, even when he was a child, Stanley has had bushy eyebrows, until this one part of his life, when it’s like he decided to go full 1990s Christina Aguilera with them and all he had were these thin drawn-on arches. Everyone else in the fandom was going on and on about the Hunkle and his dancing, but I can’t watch that scene without getting angry, because there’s no way in hell Stanley didn’t either tweeze or thread his eyebrows at this point in his life and I feel like no one has ever even noticed. He’s not even the only one. I’m looking at you, Ford!

Where was I? Oh yeah. Adventuring. So how do we know that Stan decided to go travelling abroad at this point in his life? Well, we’ve seen his visa for one thing. And it says very plainly that he arrived in London and in Seattle (both of these cities are in countries that only issue entry-stamps and not exit stamps, so we know he went to London, and then traveled back through Washington state). Check it out.

And what’s that?


So there you have it. Conclusive proof that immediately after his break-up with Carla, Stanley traveled to London, and (thankfully) grew his brows back.

(Note: after a conversation with the-ford-twin, it came to my attention that thin eyebrows were common fashion in the 70s, but only for women. As for men, it was only much more common for those who were drag queens. But THAT’s a theory for another time. As for Ford’s weird-ass brows, he probably burned them off shaving or experimenting or something. What a dork.)


  • I also predict that at this point in his life, after coming back from London, Stan might have decided to see if he could find Shermy.

(Note: No, I don’t think that baby is Shermy. I think Shermy is an older sibling who probably bailed from life with Filbrick and fled to as far away as he could get from Jersey and his toxic father)

  • After seeing his brother and letting him know he was still alive, Stanley may have stayed with him for a small amount of time. I imagine they had a falling out, or maybe Stanley was still attempting to make millions to win his father’s approval. This is purely speculation, but I feel like Shermie would be disappointed in Stanley for being so hung up on his dad’s demands. 

Update: I imagine he would have started running with Jimmy Snakes somewhere between California and his phonecall to Ford, but there will be more info on that in Part 2, because I haven’t decided on where or when exactly. 

  • Stan is losing money gambling on horseraces in Kansas and Oklahoma, recently banned from yet another state, and with what Shermie said still fresh in his head, Stanley calls Ford but hangs up before they could talk. This event is important to this theory. Because we are able to deduce that this happened in 1974 (which I did here), and we also get the chance to see a full-scale map of where he’s been, with several states crossed out, this map gives us the idea of a few more states Stanley must have traveled through in between returning to the states via Seattle and calling Ford after being banned from Oklahoma (we know he was just recently banned at this point, as he’s crossing out the state from the map right before making the call).
  • After the phonecall, Stanley travels southward to Colombia. He can make money there, at least, and he has a few prison connections who could hook him up with work.


  • So, at this point, Stanley probably spent a long chunk of his life focusing on work for the cartel. There’s lots of need for a white inconspicuous guy who’s good at evading law enforcement, so I picture he got picked up really quick. He probably moved up in the ranks as well, from pack-mule gringo, to look-out man, to getaway car driver, to tough muscle who stands by during negotiations. (For all you Stanchez lovers out there, being a mid-level guy in a drug operation would be the prime time in Stan’s life to meet Rick, but that’s a theory for another time.)

  • In 1978, in Colombia, Stanley was caught as an accessory to a heist. We know this was what landed him in Colombian prison, from the episode “Soos and the Real Girl”, when Stan’s putting on those heisting gloves and muttering to himself about being careful because “No more Colombian nights.” Being an accessory to a robbery gives a minimum sentence of 3 years.

1978- 1981

  • Stanley meets Rico in prison. He would regret this for the rest of his life.

Mid- 1981

  • It’s 1981, and Rico wants his money. Stanley spends the 6-8 months in hiding, jumping from motel to motel, and probably reverting back to hooking to get the cash to feed himself. He’s terrified of Rico, and doesn’t want to be found.


  • Stanley gets the postcard. Ford needs him. He leaves immediately.

Patent of the Month: Still Design, 1808

Stills similar to the one represented in this drawing were used to make distilled liquors and were commonly used in America during the early 19th-century. And their “descendants” are still being found in the mountains of rural America!

Image: Eli Barnum & Benj. Brooks Still Design Patent, 1808. National Archives Identifier 305887

Read the full post on the AOTUS blog.

New emails show how mistrust and suspicions blew up the relationship between Uber's Travis Kalanick and Google's Larry Page

(Google cofounder Larry Page’s plans for self-driving cars caused alarm at Uber.Chris Hondros/Getty Images)
The more Uber’s CEO heard rumors about Google’s plans for its self-driving cars, the more he begged to get a meeting with Larry Page.

New emails disclosed in a court filing on Thursday show Travis Kalanick’s suspicions and reaction as it became clear that Google — an early investor in Uber — was exploring launching a competing ride-sharing service using the self-driving cars it was developing.

The two companies are bitter enemies today, with each racing to develop competing self-driving-car technology. Google’s self-driving-car spin-out, Waymo, has also sued Uber, alleging theft of intellectual property and patent violations.

Before all the bad blood, though, Kalanick, who resigned last month, sought to partner with Google on self-driving cars instead of competing, according to the emails, dating from 2015. A high-ranking Google executive appeared to see the value of a partnership as well.

‘I hope I’m wrong here’

But Kalanick’s distrust and fears about Google’s motives were inflamed as he suspected Page — a Google cofounder and the CEO of its parent company, Alphabet — was purposefully avoiding him and that Google was secretly plotting to move into his turf.

“A meeting with Larry could calm this down if it’s not true but he has been avoiding any meeting with me since last fall,” Kalanick wrote in an email in March 2015.

“Without any dialogue we get pushed into the assumption that Google is competing in the short term and has probably been planning to do so for quite a bit longer than has been let on,” Kalanick continued. “I hope I’m wrong here, just need to do a meeting with Larry ASAP to get clarity and a mutual understanding of how to do a proper partnership here.”

The emails document how the relationship between the two tech giants unraveled, and how the brewing sense of mistrust and betrayal ultimately led to an acrimonious legal feud that has captivated Silicon Valley.

Here’s one of the emails in Thursday’s filing:

(Emails show that Travis Kalanick was wanting to meet with Page about a possible partnership but was having trouble getting him to agree to a meeting.Court filing)

Kalanick’s emails were sent to David Drummond, Google’s head of business and an Uber board member at the time. Drummond agreed that the “value of a partnership now far outweighs concerns about an uncertain future.”

A Google Calendar invite, also in the court filing, shows that Page, Drummond, Kalanick, and Emil Michael, who was then Uber’s head of business, met for lunch three days later at Google’s headquarters in Mountain View, California.

What happened next, though, is what Uber wants to question Page about in a legal deposition. In the company’s argument for why it should be able to depose Page, Uber said that not only did the Alphabet CEO attend the lunch meeting to discuss the idea of a partnership, but he “has knowledge about why Waymo rejected that avenue and instead chose to compete with Uber.”

“Any such competitive business decisions are relevant to the issues in and motivations behind this lawsuit, and to damages,” Uber’s attorneys said. Now it’s up the judge to decide whether Page has to answer Uber’s questions about why the partnership was falling apart from the beginning.

The lawsuit revolves around Waymo’s allegations that one of its former engineers downloaded 14,000 company files relating to self-driving car technology and took them with him when he joined Uber.

An Uber spokesperson sent Business Insider the following statement about the latest emails:

“There is no substitute for these depositions, which would resolve some key unanswered questions. For instance: why, after Google learned of the alleged downloading of 14,000 files, did Mr. Page not alert Uber’s then-CEO to that fact when they spoke? Simultaneously, Google was rejecting a partnership with Uber, choosing instead to compete. This—and the lack of evidence supporting Waymo’s case—begs the obvious question: was this lawsuit actually motivated by the downloading of the files, or was it an attempt to slow down a competitor?”

Waymo did not respond to a request for comment.

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anonymous asked:

My sister in law was adopted and had an open adoption. When she was 18, she understandably wanted to meet her birth parents who aren't bad people. They were just too young to cope with a baby. She's since abandoned and cut ties with her adoptive parents. I work in a supermarket and the adoptive patents came in a few months ago and said they regretted the adoption, they have her everything she needed and wanted for 18 years for her to cut them off. It's really sad.

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DIY Prosthetics: The Extreme Athlete Who Built a New Knee

by Rose Eveleth, Mosaic Science

When Brian Bartlett was 24 he was hit by a car from behind so hard it ripped his right leg off instantly. It all happened so fast. He doesn’t like to talk about it. “You really can’t understand,” he told me. “There’s just no way to…until you have an injury where you’re ripped or cut apart instantly.”

He turned 25 in the hospital. When he left, fitted above the knee with a prosthetic leg, he wanted to return to his life. Before the accident, Brian had been a competitive skier; he had a sponsorship, and he was on track for the US Olympic team. So after the accident, he was eager to get back to the slopes. It was 1998, long before Oscar Pistorius would take the track at the Olympics or Amy Purdy would take the stage on Dancing with the Stars. When he asked his prosthetist about getting back into skis, he wasn’t ready for what he heard. He was told he wouldn’t ski again, not the way he had before.

The best way to get Brian to do something is to tell him that he can’t. Within a year of the accident, Brian was back on the slopes, skiing with disabled ski teams. In his first year he made it to the International Paralympic Committee’s Alpine Skiing World Cup, and came in seventh in the world. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the same. “It just didn’t fill the need,” he says. “It’s not that I didn’t like the disabled sports, it just wasn’t like it used to be.” Brian was back on the mountain using what’s called three-track skis – skiing on one leg, using poles that have tiny skis at the end and are used as outriggers.

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Gem Science: Synthetic Gems

Some Gems can only be created through synthetic means. Either they don’t occur in nature in the desired quantities, or their natural look isn’t acceptable for high fashion. Most synthetic Gems are created for scientific observations or as a by-product of heavier elemental fusion, but the ones listed below are some of the ones available commercially.

Artificial Gems

Gilson Gems

A French company named Gilson has pioneered almost all of our modern synthetic Gem creation techniques, and they have allowed many people to purchase Gems that normally would have been far too rare to afford. Below is a polished bead of Gilson Lapis Lazuli, virtually indistinguishable from the genuine article.

The Gilson technique also creates most of the world’s Turquoise and Coral, both extremely rare and difficult to harvest Gems. However, Gilson Emerald has flaws that make it worthless in high-class jewelry due to the difficult-to-replicate nature of Emerald. 


The only way to generate synthetic Emerald is through the Flux Melt technique, which was pioneered Edmond Fremy. By mixing a solvent with the secret patented ingredients and heating them for months, a synthetic Emerald is formed. However, like Gilson Emeralds, these Gems are of poor quality and do not measure up when examined with a loupe.


To create synthetic Corundum (Rubies, Sapphires) a different technique called Flame-Fusion must be used. Again, secret patented ingredients are run through a 4,000 F flame that causing them to fuse together in liquid form. This liquid then slowly drips onto a platform, creating a large stalactite of Corundum known as a boule. This boule can be shaped in the desired cut and the rest is re-melted to be made into more Gems. By altering the ingredients, Rubies and Sapphires can be formed.

Imitation Gems


Glass Gems have been used as a cheap stand-in for centuries, but these can be easily broken or become dull over time. On the plus side, glass can be used to create any transparent Gem, and is sometimes featured in collections as a Gem itself due to it’s unique refractive properties.

Imitation Opal

Once again, Gilson shows up with their signature product, Gilson Opal. Opal is a Gem that is flexible with how it’s created and set, meaning that some Opals, like most Opal Doublets, are a combination of synthetic Latex Opal and natural Opal. However, synthetic Opal’s play of color resembles a mosaic while natural Opal is a much subtler, pastel gradient. An Opal Triplet is a natural Opal base layered with a synthetic Opal on top, then final covered in a Quartz finish.

Imitation Diamond

Perhaps one of the most common offenders, imitation Diamond is very often seen in pop culture. Cubic Zirconia is by far the most common, but the main giveaway is that Zirconia is much heavier than Diamond. Strontium Titanate is also a popular choice, but it is much softer than Diamond can has a deeper brilliance. Finally, Yttrium Aluminum Garnet, or YAG, is a rarer but still viable imitator, but is unpopular because it looks duller than both the others and is much, much heavier.

Doublets and Triplets

Sometimes you can combine a rare Gem with it’s imitator to produce a passable fusion, called a doublet or a triplet. A doublet is made up of a backing of the actual Gem, covered with a large cut of the imitator. This way, the reflection of the actual Gem can be seen through the imitator, and the cost is kept down. A triple is the same but covered with a coating of Quartz or Glass.

Color Correction


This technique can only be used on porous Gems, such as Lapis Lazuli or Turquoise. By applying a reactive chemical or paint to the Gem, you can radically enhance its natural color or cause it to look like another. Howlite, when stained blue, becomes imitation Turquoise. In particular, Jet and Lapis Lazuli are stained to bring out their deep blacks and blues.


By exposing a Gem to radiation, you can deepen its color. However, Gems are energy conductive, so sometimes the Gem will slowly return to its normal color as it release the radioactive energy over time. Amethysts and Topaz are very famous for the rich purples and blues they take on when exposed to radiation.


The use of oils to subtly change a Gems color is an ancient practice, but these days oiling is used to head cracks or blemished, particularly in certain species of Emerald.

Heat Treatment

Extreme heat can cause a Gem to change color. By throwing Brown Zircon in a fire for an hour, you’ll get beautiful Blue Zircon. Sometimes, the color change is unpredictable and you’ll end up with uneven colors or rainbow gradients.

WOMEN IN HISTORY: Patricia Era Bath (1942)
Ophthalmologist and Inventor 
Patricia Bath’s invention of the Laserphaco Probe was an important milestone in the advent of laser cataract surgery. Bath co-founded the American Institute for the Prevention of Blindness (1976) committed to “protect, preserve, and restore the gift of sight.” She broke ground for both women and African Americans in medicine and ophthalmology, including being the first African American woman doctor to receive a patent for a medical purpose.

Radia Joy Perlman (born 1951) is a software designer and network engineer. She is most famous for her invention of the spanning-tree protocol (STP), which is fundamental to the operation of network bridges, while working for Digital Equipment Corporation. She also made large contributions to many other areas of network design and standardization, such as link-state protocols, including TRILL, which she invented to correct some of the shortcomings of spanning-trees.

She is sometimes referred to as the “Mother of the Internet,” a title which she dislikes.

Her work transformed the Ethernet protocol from using a few nodes over a limited distance, into something able to create large networks.

Perlman is the author of one textbook on networking and coauthor of one textbook on network security. She holds more than 100 issued patents.“


So @ninemoons42 requested some Stucky as a birthday-present! Here you go, love. Modern-day AU, no powers, bodyguard Steve and scientist Bucky first-meeting fluff. Hope your day was lovely! <3333


“I’m protecting a scientist?” Steve tried not to groan, though not for the usual reasons regarding a bodyguard assignment sent his way by Fury’s Personal Protection and Security Services. He’d tried and failed to make that acronym into anything easier; he kept coming up with only vaguely rude-sounding words. “I’m supposed to be on vacation next week.”

“Like the last time you were supposed to be on vacation, and couldn’t resist diving in to help the Falcon work security at the Veterans’ Rights rally?” Fury gave him the patented I know everything you’ve had for breakfast in the last six months stare. Steve gave it right back, and protested, “It was a good cause, and quit spying on my toast.”

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anonymous asked:

“you borrowed my pencil once in high school and never gave it back and now you’re my new co-worker and hey you still owe me a pencil”. kc au please!

Clearly, he did not remember her. That was the conclusion that she had come to after around a week. Granted, she hadn’t talked much in class. She’d been awkward loner girl with the frizzy hair he’d been…well…Klaus Mikaelson. And now she was working with the Senior Football MVP, Prom King, Heartbreaker, Broody Artist ten years later. At least she’d discovered hair product since high school.

She gave him a week to see if he’d mention knowing her. They were working one-on-one after all, she was mediating between his company and his rival’s over some patent dispute and since the two men actually refused to meet with one another face-to-face, she was well, in the middle. But that was her job, and she loved her job. 

It was the last week of them working together, and the dispute that once threatened a multimillion dollar lawsuit, was now just a simple matter of signing a paper saying they agreed to share the rights to the patent. He’d been making suggestive comments toward her for the past few months. He’d asked her out about four times and every time she turned him down, giving him an excuse about violating company policy. 

“Go out with me.” He was leaning easily against her office doorframe, arms folded nonchalantly across his chest as he gave her a small smile. Caroline looked up from her computer, mouth falling slightly open in shock. It was past 8pm, he should be home, their business was done and yet, here he was. 

“Is that an order or a request?” She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward on her forearms, tearing her eyes away from the hundred emails she had to answer. 

“It’s a proposition.” He grinned at her, pushing himself off the door and striding into her office, lowering himself languidly into one of the chairs. The suit he generally wore was rumpled slightly, he’d lost the tie and the tip button of his dress shirt was left open. He looked more casual than she’d ever seen him. 

Caroline scoffed, rolling her eyes and turning back to her computer. “No thank you.”

“Why not?” he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he grinned at her. He was so infuriatingly persistent, and Caroline sighed, shaking her head as she typed out a quick response to an email. 

“Because I don’t date thieves.” She saw his expression grow confused from out of the corner of her eye and she grinned to herself in satisfaction. 

“I beg your pardon?” It was a moment before he spoke, his tone indignant as he looked at her incredulously. She turned toward him, giving him a hard look.

“Mrs. Weiss’ class. Mystic High, you were a senior I was a junior. You stole my pencil.” So, okay maybe it was petty but it had been one of those really nice pencils. Mechanical. Grip. Good lead. And he’d freaking stolen it. 

She watched as realization dawned on his face and after a moment of utter shock, he laughed, shaking his head. “You’re kidding right? Sweetheart, that was ten years ago!” He made a gesture with his arm, “It was a pencil.” Caroline rolled her eyes, turning back to her computer.

“It was a really nice pencil.”

“So you won’t let me take you to dinner, because I borrowed a pencil from you in high school? Ten years ago?” 

“Not borrow.” She gave him hard look. “Stole.” 

“Christ, Caroline, it was ten years ago, I’ll buy you a new pencil!” She smirked to herself, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.



“Okay. Buy me a new pencil.” 

He was silent for a few minutes, his jaw hanging open as he gaped at her. He was trying to tell if she was serious, which to be honest she was. After about five minutes he grumbled something to himself, standing and moving to her door. He turned for a second, as if he was about to say something, but he never did. Instead turning, shaking his head, leaving her alone as she gloated.

Two days later, her assistant walked into her office, “Miss Forbes?” Caroline looked up, seeing the nervous looking girl ringing her hands. “You have a delivery.” Caroline sighed, nodding, and stood, following the girl to the front desk.

There were eight boxes. Literally, 8. Her jaw fell open as she sighed for them, opening one up and seeing hundreds of mechanical pencils inside–the good kind too. Complete with the nice lead, the grip, and the replaceable eraser. Caroline grinned, picking a few up and shaking her head. 

“This came with it,” The delivery man handed her a note and she shook her head, still smiling. 

There was a small card, with no return address or name signed. But she knew who it was from. In small, elegant, scrawl were the following words: 7 o’clock. I’ll pick you up. 

She bit her lip, ignoring the peculiar looks the rest of he people in her office gave her as she instructed the delivery man to take the boxes to her office.