Good Morning: Wednesday, Nov. 14

On this day in 1860, “telegraph service reaches Minneapolis.” The inaugural message simply said “first!” and the second was an ad for a “virility enlargenation elixer.”

Earlier this week, Roadguy risked his life to show you the metro area’s worse ramps. His video is here. We wondered if there wasn’t another type of public infrastructure that presents the same harrowing daily examples of merge-or-die, and confounds the modern user with its outmoded designs. The answer? No. Roadguy pretty much covered it. But there's no law against making a fool of ourselves with a lesser effort, is there? Don't answer that. The result of our investigation can be found below, in handy blocky Jerk-O-Vision. (All will be better after the redesign.) Enjoy – if such a word can be used for the everyday trials you’re about to confront.

 

 

 


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telegraph

.-.. .. .-.. . -.- ... .-. ..- .-.. . ...


Morse

"LILEKSRULES" - cute.

When did they first telegraph ".-.. --- .-.."?


Morse

They didn't telegraph it at all. That's international Morse, not telegraph Morse.


T-T-T-T-T-T-T-Too much time on his hands...

Lileks also fails to point out that these sidewalks, built in the 1920s, were not engineered to support the massive weight of modern-day pedestrians. It's a disaster waiting to happen...

"The Good and Great Must Ever Shun
That Reckless and Abandoned One
Who Stoops to Perpetrate a Pun,"
Lewis Carroll, 'The Three Voices'


J Lileks

I'm so disappointed to tell from the video clues that Mr. Lileks apparently lives near me. I had been hoping that since he no longer is in print at the Newspaper of Record, he moved away and was only seen on blogs more obscure than buzz.mn. I am grateful however to not know what he looks like (unlike Pat Reusse), and I may (hopefully) remain blissfully blind to chance meetings.


Inernational Morse

whatever.


Can't Believe It

In the first place, I can't believe I watched a video about sidewalk dangers, sardonic though it might have been, but more importantly I can't believe there wasn't some kind of Sci-fi soundtrack to this.


You think that's bad...

just imagine the corrosive force of all the pigeon droppings on those paths. Our sidewalks are ticking time bombs.


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