I love the advice to become a communist in order to be interesting.
Anyway, the 30s seem more sophisticated than my dad's stories let on.
Maybe it's not so much advice as a fantasy.
They really had ice and pajamas back then. My dad said there was a truck that brought one of them.
6. One pajama? Would that be useful? or practical? or even possible?
5: it's my fantasy and you shan't ruin it.
There was a door to the outside so that the pajama could be put in a box.
8: It was a fantasy for non-rich women in the 1930s for one reason. It's a fantasy for you now for a different reason.
I yearn to be wealthy and glamorous and wear bed jackets, and I do so authentically.
The 30s were a big time for making insane fantasies real, be it bed-jackets or collectivization of agriculture.
You weren't anyone in mid-century politics unless you had your own special jacket, ideally named after you (Mao, Nehru, Eisenhower).
Heebie can certainly do schadenfreude authentically, so I say ditch the Texas and hit that Detroit boarding house.
Churchill, of course, invented the onesie.
Not to forget General Fullmetal, most decorated Union soldier of the Civil War.
Topless clubs should advertise that the dancers wear "Gandhi Jackets."
So, is the point of a bed jacket that you need to get your upper body warm/covered while sitting up in bed with your lower body under the covers or it is so that if you're out of bed, you want people to be able to see your ass?
I think the former. Houses were fucking cold back then.
I think the latter. Houses were for cold fucking back then.
Probably, but lets not forget that Donald Duck was invented in 1934.
Feathers are warm. Eiderdowns are called that for a reason.
13 Alas, no one remembers mid century petty despot Col. Bed.
I'm sure he'll appear in a Star Trek reboot someday.
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Speaking of mid century despots, whither the reading group? Is Thorn ok?
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She is a bit swamped, but we've been in communication about it.
Alive but braindead. I have another section or two to summarize and then it will be off to heebie for posting, I hope in a form that's at least somewhat comprehensible to readers.
All power to zombie Thorn! Don't stress yourself unduly.
I found it a difficult book to summarize; there are enough details that I was torn between including everything that could be of interest to people here and trying to make a coherent narrative. The subject matter doesn't help, since it consisted of so many people reacting to so many other people reacting, leading to repeatedly changed minds and plans going awry, over and over again. Never mind that I barely had any humanities-style training in college and this amounted to the first book report I've written in probably fifteen years.
So if it does end up being incomprehensible, don't worry, yours won't be the only one. WWI isn't known for its comprehensibility.
The delay's been good. I was about 2 chapters behind. Now I'm about 4 chapters ahead.
It occurs to me that Tooze's analysis is very weak on the role of custom designed jackets in post WWI politics.
I like how much of the advice looked like "just wear pajamas and a dressing gown and get drunk on sherry". Sounds like pretty good advice to me.
I noticed that in Game of Thrones many of the knights, at least when they're not wearing battle armor, wear cool leather jackets. This explains why everybody is bogged down in a series of useless wars.
The tone reminded me of Auntie Mame, a favorite of my wife.
31.1 implies that you haven't procrastinated until the midnight of your deadline, contrary to the spirit of the blog. (And yes, it is hard to summarize.)
36: Cut him some slack for non-procrastination -- he's out of practice.
Not procrastinating is procrastinating, unstuck in time.
Eiderdowns are called that for a reason.
It would be rude if you eiderup.
I've awoken from the dead to give you my most important piece of advice ever, heebie.
Spell my name right.
Don't tell the neo-Nazis that secret or they'll try to recall the ghost of Hilter.
There are no instructions on what to do about preparing food without a kitchen.
And actually, I think we may need bed jackets. I rarely wear my robes because they're incompatible with sitting up in bed, and if I'm leaving my bed for good, I just get dressed (often in cozy things, mind you. But not robes).
I was working in a library during college and we closed for a week to do an inventory. I saw this book and thought it was great.
I rarely wear my robes because they're incompatible with sitting up in bed
The ermine gets all crushed. I know what you mean.
It's like you people don't even know what servants are for.
Last week I read Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day, which is ridiculously adorable, and I feel that Miss P could have done with lots of this advice before The Day.
You French take my throne and my consonants.
Says the Englishman who lost my second vowel. I don't know why I even bothered.
Neither do I, honestly.
You were pretty eager to be bothered when I knew you, Harols.
Christ, Æthelred, can't you even get your own name right? You'll never be ready for my bed again, that's for sure.
Yes, we really need to watch the spelling.
I should remind you "Ema" that you're known as Ælfgfu here!
I have no idea what any of these people's jackets look like.
So now I'm responsible for the diminished alphabet of your mongrel nation? At least Cnut was man enough not to need two vowels to start with.
I confess myself somewhat surprised at Mme. Geebie's perplexity, bound as all American women are to the quiet circle of domestic employments.
de Toqueville might have been an insightful writer, but if google image search is anything to go by he wore boring jackets.
Sadly typical of the superficial concerns that have always bedeviled American democracy.
Georges Clemenceau had even more boring jackets.
Which reminds me, I'm on Chapter 15 of "Deluge."
And I dare say more misspellings too.
And more sexist double-standards about adultery.
boring
Throw down, you bedraggled jumble of obscurely titled insignificances
And you don't have the legs for whatever it is.
Hair styles really haven't changed since then.
I just get dressed (often in cozy things, mind you. But not robes). Bedjackets, robes, joggers: an eternal golden braid.
I'm glad my terminology is remembered, if not my diacritics.
Diacritics: The Modern Science of Phonetic Health.
Hübbárd takes it to eleven million Thetans.
31, 65: I'm enjoying Tooze's straight economics chapters a lot, also the juxtaposition of so many threads at once, similarly the snippets of life outside politics and diplomacy.
As a a complement to Tooze, I'm skimming Peter Gay's Weimar Culture also-- T so far hasn't touched on the fact that just after WWI, there was a whole lot of very new science, art, and writing being made, much of it in Germany. Bohr and then Schrödinger were coming closer to solving the hydrogen atom. Bohr's institute was I think mostly privately funded and outside the very stuffy University system. Schrodinger was an oddball-- fathered a bunch of kids with different women.
I've got at least a dozen hydrogen atoms.
Did you use any of them to dissolve your Nobel medal to hide it from Nazis? Because otherwise they don't count.
79.1: Oh, I'm really enjoying it (although taking a break since I'm ahead and need to do Hugo reading). I just can't coherently explain it. Or at least without a lot of handwaving with "and then a lot of highly particular and unlikely things occurred in sequence."
79.2: I read a book on science in the Nazi period..I think it was called Hitler's Scientists or something like that that went into that. It's amazing how important German culture was to the sciences and mathematics (and some other fields like historical linguistics), and how WWII shattered its dominance (although that probably would've happened anyway).
79: Schrodinger was an oddball a playah -- fathered a bunch of kids with different women.
Heisenberg famously said that if you saw Schrödinger with a woman you couldn't tell who he would be with next.
You guys seem kind of vain, also that doesn't look like the most practical garb for conquest. Maybe I'll see you in Vienna, I hear it's nice.
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/EmperorSuleiman.jpg
84: You could tell who he was with, or how fast he was moving on, but not both?
Does that stupid turban have fiber-fill lining? If not, you'll be wanting some of this sweet fur.
84: It was the bow ties. Schrodinger could really rock a bow tie.
I must agree with his Polish Majesty: the turban is clearly a compensation.
It may as well have a nipple.
87: He was both particle and wave, IYKWIMAI don't think that quite makes sense, but what the heck.
79: Gay's Weimar Culture is a special kind of appropriate.
79, 80: yeah, take it back you Trump! Niels Bohr was no lickspittle toady for the Huns!
And even if you knew whom he was with, you didn't know how fast they were going.
Ottoman Tombstones:
https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8329/8131411106_ede6900007_b.jpg
Hairstyles of quantum physics, honorable mention:
http://www.kipt.kharkov.ua/itp/akhiezer/en/recollections/landau_90/
96.2: Landau and Feynman are generally agreed to be the 2 "greats" of the first post-quantum generation. Compared to all of the Feynmanalia in popular culture it's a stark contrast how unknown Landau is to anyone but physicists. I don't believe there is even a decent biography available in English.
A physicist can never have too many Van de Graaff generators.
95: Oh, if he was with her, you knew she was fast. You just didn't know how far he had got.
