To Have and ‘Haev’ Not

With apologies to Ernest Hemingway, Humphrey Bogart, Walter Brennan, and Lauren Bacall.

SORM

After 34 years, the offset press Heidelberg SORM at Penn State Multimedia & Print Center was retired. Acquired on May 14, 1979, she was a single color press, and had made 83,755,238 impressions by June 19th, 2013. The last job run was a publication for the Pennsylvania Junior Academy of Science (PJAS) held at Penn State. If you look closely on some of the photos, you can see one of the plates for that job was still hung on the press.

We salvaged some parts to use on our Heidelberg Z-press, and what remained was taken to Lion Surplus, Penn State’s surplus and salvage, to be sold.

Below are some photos I took while she was waiting quietly amid the busy sounds of the other presses and bindery equipment.

Image of the Day: Ignorance and Want

Our very own version of “Ignorance and Want” from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.

Image of the Day: Milkweed

Taken during one of my wife’s training runs for Poe’s Nevermore Half Marathon

Image of the Day: UDIS

I am 1 in 6

The mission of 1in6 is to help men who have had unwanted or abusive sexual experiences in childhood live healthier, happier lives. Their mission also includes serving family members, friends, and partners by providing information and support resources on the web and in the community.

Researchers estimate that 1 in 6 men have experienced unwanted or abusive sexual experiences before age 16. This is likely a low estimate, since it doesn’t include noncontact experiences, which can also have lasting negative effects.

If you’ve had such an experience, or think you might have, you are not alone. If you wonder whether such an experience may be connected to some difficulties or challenges in your life now, you are not alone.

Boy Scout Files Detail Decades of Alleged Sex Abuse

I read in the NYTimes and CNN that the Boy Scouts released more than 20,000 documents identifying more than 1,000 leaders and volunteers banned from the group after being accused of sexual or inappropriate conduct with boys. Going out to the site, searching by state, then by town, I was not surprised to see the name that came up for my home town, yet it shook me. I downloaded the PDF and recognized the pastor of the church I attended that was given as a reference for the former scout leader. It confirmed the leader’s identity to me.

I can see his face. I can hear his voice. Smells and sounds of the era resonate in my mind. I know who he is. And I do not think I will sleep well for quite some time . . .


Update: NPR's story on this has a great link from The Los Angeles Times that has a built a searchable database that includes the vast number of files, including some from more recent years that are not part of this release.

Image of the Day: Imaginary Arabic Font — Vinyl Tears

Walking across the parking lot on my way into work this morning, I spotted this:

It looked like words in a foreign language, almost arabic-looking in its flowing nature. 

I recalled a recent interview with font designer Nadine Chahine that was posted recently on I Love Typography showing some examples of her work. Chahine is listed in Fast Company’s 100 Most Creative People in Business.

Creativity and inspiration can be found in some unlikely places; I wonder if anyone was ever inspired by torn, weathered vinyl?

The vinyl car guard.

The “Hello” Crow

My wife finally got a little movie of the “hello” crow back in March. She was inside our home shooting this video and the sound is really muffled. The video clip starts off with it just finishing a “hello” call as it sits perched above the suet block in our backyard. Soon you can hear some small birds that are really close on the feeder by the window (they chirp sharply 2 times at about 5 and 6 seconds into the video). Listen very closely after that and watch the crow do its “hello” call again 3 times (its beak is closed but its head bobs 7 - 10 seconds into the video). It then caws a normal 8 caws with its beak open and a starling flies up to it at the end of the video.

Art, Mystery And Posh Pigments In “Sacre Bleu“

via npr
“...These days you can walk into any drugstore and buy a cheap pack of markers in all the colors of the rainbow. That makes it hard to appreciate just how rare and precious blue pigment was, not so long ago.

“The translation of sacre bleu is sacred blue,” says [Christopher] Moore. “In medieval times, the church said that if you are going to portray the Virgin Mary's cloak, it has to be in a certain shade of blue. And that blue must be ultramarine, because ultramarine blue is permanent. It doesn't go black or fade as organic colors do. And that is made essentially from crushed lapis lazuli, which is only available in Afghanistan. If you think about the 11th and 12th century, trying to get a stone from Afghanistan to Europe, for years and right up into the 19th century, was more valuable, weight for weight, than gold…”
Read more about Christopher Moore's novel here.

Image of the Day: Printers Row

Corkscrew and business card from the Printers Row area in Chicago.

Emilie de Griottes’ Pantone Tarts

Pointed out via a raven
“French food designer Emilie de Griottes for a special feature in french culinary magazine Fricote developed dessert tarts that recreate Pantone color swatches. Berries, carrots, lemon, candies, and other foods are arranged upon a tart base, whose bottom is iced in white and marked with the Pantone color represented…’
See more of her Pantone Tart creations here.

Image of the Day: Yale Lock

Bird by Will Ryman

via designboom
From now until March 24th, the 515 W 27th Street space in NYC boasts Will Ryman’s monumental sculpture ‘Bird,’ inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's poem, ‘The Raven.’
See more images of it here.

Are Sea Monkeys Vegan?

Scan from the Hanna-Barbera comic book “The Hair Bear Bunch” No. 3 August 1972, published by Gold Key  

In case you missed it, read the “Wonder if it’s Vegan?” post at the Bacon is Not an Herb blog here. I ever so vaguely recall that my older brother had Sea Monkeys for a while in the mid-1960s. I was probably under 5 years old at the time and only remember that I wasn’t allowed to touch the bowl.