You ask your father how you should say your name
he says, if they cannot say your name then they must try
but you will not soften it, you will not break the magic apart,
you will not be ashamed of it.
|| Ijeoma Umebinyuo.
|—||"How the Bicycle Paved the Way for Women’s Rights," The Atlantic|
I can’t stop watching this. One post on Reddit about a mechanical bird in a box and now I can’t stop watching agape at how incredible these clockwork creations of the 18th and 19th centuries were.
I’d assume that these artisans traveling to present day would be astonished by our technological devices — devices moved by invisible commands and through signals in the air. But I’m equally impressed by these creations, perhaps because they are so visibly created by human hand, with tiny tools. We hadn’t yet gotten to the point of machines creating other machines — and these have a spirit and a function, and a creativity that is undeniably human.
Ok, I’ll stop ranting now. Yes, I’m crazy impressed. No, I’m not going to go glue cogs to my boots. I’m just going to continue to be a bit more amazed at the technological foundations of the world around us.
And maybe turn some of these into gifs.
DANG. This is good.
Maaan, let’s get back on track.
While coffee shop hopping this past week I’ve discovered something MAGICAL. The London Fog (tea latte).
Now you might just be thinking, how’s that different from a chai latte? Well, shush. You take delicious bergamot-scented Earl Gray, froth up some soy milk, and add honey. (Optional — a splash of vanilla).
It is pure nectar. The nectar of the barista coffee shop gods.
I tracked down a mug of the stuff at Politics and Prose, but I’m hoping to find it all around Washington, DC. Otherwise I will be making it at home every other night.