photo. microscope. geological survey.

Best viewed lean­ing back from the image. Scan­ning elec­tron micro­scope (SEM) images of pumiceous mate­r­ial from the May 18, 1980 erup­tion of Mount St. Helens. Inte­rior of pumice clast col­lected in Yakima on May 18. Photo by D.R. Pevear. Yakima County, Wash­ing­ton. May 18, 1980. Fig­ure 385-​A, U.S. Geo­log­i­cal Sur­vey. here


fictitious interview with lovecraft.

brat­tle­boro days yuggoth

…After the story was pub­lished in Weird Tales, Good­e­nough sent Love­craft a con­grat­u­la­tory card, and also asked the author a cou­ple of ques­tions. Rather than respond­ing with a card or let­ter of his own, Love­craft wrote the answers in a tiny hand and then appar­ently gave the card to Vrest Orton — a book­man and even­tual founder of The Ver­mont County Store — who returned the card to Good­e­nough per­son­ally dur­ing a trip to the Green Moun­tain State. Then Good­e­nough sent the card back to Love­craft again, with follow-​up ques­tions writ­ten in a nearly micro­scopic hand. I sup­pose he knew the local post­mas­ter, and was able to get the card back into the mail sys­tem with­out a prob­lem. Amaz­ingly, Love­craft man­aged to fit the answers to the ques­tions on the post­card in an even smaller hand.

science. medicine.

the med­ical­iza­tion of every­day life

Glossy mag­a­zines told sto­ries about cou­ples with rela­tion­ship prob­lems who went to their GP, and the GP didn’t under­stand their prob­lem (the first para­graph of any med­ical story in the media). Then they went to the spe­cial­ist, and he didn’t help either. But then they went to a pri­vate clinic. Here they did blood tests – hor­mone pro­files, eso­teric imag­ing stud­ies of cli­toral blood­flow – and then they under­stood. The solu­tion was in a pill, but that was only half the story, and the diag­no­sis was almost more impor­tant: she had a mechan­i­cal prob­lem. Rarely was there a men­tion of any other fac­tors, that she was feel­ing tired from over­work, that he was exhausted from being a new father, or find­ing it hard to come to terms with the fact that his wife was now the milky mother of his chil­dren, and no longer the nubile sex vixen he first snogged on the floor of the stu­dent union build­ing to the sound of Don’t You Want Me? by the Human League in 1983.

This is because we don’t want to talk about these issues, any more than we want to talk about social inequal­ity, the dis­in­te­gra­tion of local com­mu­ni­ties, the break­down of the fam­ily, the impact of employ­ment uncer­tainty, chang­ing expec­ta­tions and notions of per­son­hood, or any of the other com­plex, dif­fi­cult fac­tors that play into the appar­ent rise of anti­so­cial behav­iour in schools.