
I heard that Jaime Escalante has died. Great man, great teacher.
Rambling observations on books, history, movies, transit, obsolete technology, baseball, and anything else that crosses my mind.

Today we played tourist. It was a beautiful warm day. We parked at Fifth and Mission and caught Milan car 1818 on the F line. It got to be very full. We got off at Pier 39. There was only a small group of sea lions, and they were all gathered on the farthest floating platform. We had lunch at Boudin, then walked up to Ghiradelli Square. We visited the soda fountain. I had a banana split, my first in many years. It was good. We walked back and caught 1076, painted for DC Transit.
The first three disks feature his Sennett films, the surviving shorts and the restored feature His First Flame. I had seen "Saturday Afternoon" many many times, but I had seen only one or two of the others. Extras include the surviving fragment of one of his Sol Lesser shorts and some of his Sennett films which had been butchered for television presentation.
The fourth disk has a couple of his talkies, a special short he did for Roach to introduce him to exhibitors, a soundie, and home movies.
I feel I know Harry Langdon better now.

He left hand, foot, and profile prints in the forecourt of Grauman's Chinese on 05-September-1940. DSCN4142. I took this on 18-July-2009.

I was standing up at the corner taking a photo of another house and two ladies pulled up in a fancy car and the driver said "Excuse me, do you know where Nancy Pelosi's house is?" I said I didn't and they drove away. After I got what we call an "uh-oh" feeling. I wonder if they were going there to protest. Or egg the house.
It was sunny and not particularly warm.
Despite the grotesque racism of images like this, despite the McCarthyite cries of socialism and nazism from the Tea Baggers, the House passed the health care reform bill and the reconciliation with the Senate version. It will be interesting to see what happens to the Republican Party. They didn't do well for a long time after they fought against Social Security and Medicare. People keep talking about a government takeover of healthcare, but this bill keeps everything in the private sector.

Today is also the first day of Spring.




It was relatively warm today.

It was a little warmer today, and very clear. We took a drive up to Broadway and there were lots of sailboats on the bay.

This is my 600th post.



This article, from the December, 1898 Broadway Magazine, concerns PH's grandson, William Manley Vander Weyde (that's how he spelled the family name), who followed in the footsteps of his grandfather and uncle.
"VANDER WEYDE? Why, who is this chap Vander Weyde, anyhow?"
This question has been asked many times by people in all parts of America who read the up-to-date illustrated daily, weekly, and monthly publications that call New York City their home. One can scarcely pick up two consecutive copies of progressive newspapers like the World and Journal, The Illustrated American, Harper's Weekly or Munsey's Magazine without seeing on one or more of the most absorbing pictures the legend, "Copyright by Vander Weyde."
These words are never found on a "slow" picture. The legend always guarantees that the subject of the picture is one in which the people have a vital interest.
The gentleman in question is William Manley Vander Weyde. No doubt, countless people will say, "That information is no information," for so extreme is the modesty of Mr. Vander Weyde that outside of a limited coterie of working journalists he has never pushed his own personality forward, although in his twelve years of continuous residence in New York City he has ably filled some of its choicest journalistic berths.
Mr. Vander Weyde's department in photography is one of his own invention. When the progressive newspapers began to devote so much attention to illustrating from photographs a year or two ago, Mr. Vander Weyde was pained to see that while the articles were of the mind-absorbing character, the photographs as a rule were of the dull, haphazard style.
Mr. Vander Weyde, being a photographer in an amateur way himself, resigned his position as a writer and struck out for the new field of "News-Photography," and his success, though constantly on the increase, was assured from the very first.
There were other reasons besides his journalistic experience why Mr. Vander Weyde's "News-Photography" should have met with its wide public approbation. From each of three celebrated ancestors he has inherited one distinct talent. His father was John J. Vander Weyde, for many years editor and proprietor of the South American Review, the best known newspaper in the republic of Uruguay. His grandfather was Prof. P. H. Vander Weyde, the eminent scientist, author and inventor, who, with Prof. John W. Draper, made at the University of the City of New York the first photograph ever made anywhere in the United States. Another ancestor is Roger Vander Weyden, the famous Dutch painter, whose works are displayed among the "Old Masters' Collection" at the Metropolitan Museum, in this city. Mr. Vander Weyde is also a nephew of Henry Vander Weyde, whose famous "Light Studio" in London has made his name known throughout all England.
Mr. Vander Weyde was born in Montevideo, Uruguay, twenty-eight years ago, and remained there until his surviving parent died when he was only ten years of age. He lived with relatives in New Orleans up to the time that he entered newspaperdom in this city in 1886. He was founder of Doings, a Brooklyn society magazine, and has since been connected with the editorial departments of the Recorder, Times, Journal, Post and World.


It was raining hard when I left the house this morning. The newspaper was far from the door, in the flowerbed out front. I picked it up and tripped on the sprinkler head in the corner. During the day the weather alternated between violent rain and bright sun.

It was raining violently when I left the house this morning.
This view of the gondola of British Army Dirigible No 2 shows one of the propellors, which could be rotated to move the dirigible forward, up, or down. British Army Dirigible No 1 was called the Nulli Secundus. I guess this one could have been called the Secundus. From the 30-April-1910 issue of Flight. Click on the image to see a larger version.