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It’s been a busy summer, and the large shortfall in donations last month has been demoralizing, so we’re taking a week off to rest and recuperate. The curated links section will be (mostly) silent, and behind the scenes we’ll be taking a brief break from our usual researching, writing, editing, illustrating, narrating, sound designing, coding, et cetera. We plan to return to normalcy on the 11th of September. (The word “normalcy” was not considered an acceptable alternative to “normality” until 14 May 1920, when then-presidential-candidate Warren G. Harding misused the mathematical term in a campaign speech, stating that America needed, “not nostrums, but normalcy.” He then integrated this error into his campaign slogan, “Return to Normalcy.” Also, the G in Warren G. Harding stood for “Gamaliel.”) While we are away, on 06 September 2023, Damn Interesting will be turning 18 years old. To celebrate, here are the first emojis to ever appear in the body of a Damn Interesting post: 🎂🎉🎁 If you become bored while we are away, you might try a little mobile game we’ve been working on called Wordwhile. It can be played alone, or with a friend. If you enjoy games like Scrabble and Wordle, you may find this one ENJOYABLE (75 points). Launch Wordwhile → And, as always, there are lots of ways to explore our back-catalog. View this post ▶
We’re not going to post things on Twitter X anymore. The new owner keeps doing awful stuff. If you have enjoyed our mostly-daily curated links via the aforementioned collapsing service, we invite you to bookmark our curated links page, or follow us a number of other ways. Rather than linger any longer on this tedious topic, here are some home-grown dad jokes. If there is any order in this universe, the comments section will fill with more of the same. Q: What is the flavor of a chair? Do you even know the meaning of the word ‘rhetorical?’ Don’t answer that! My friend bought an alarm clock that makes loud farting sounds in the morning. He’s in for a rude awakening. You’re right, these ARE my orthopedic shoes. I stand corrected. I want a good game of hide and seek, but skilled players are hard to find. Like tight sweaters, corporate acquisitions are hard to pull off. I was offered a job at the mirror factory. I could see myself working there. Did you hear about the farmer in Colorado raising cannabis-fed cattle? The steaks are high. Q: What is the best stocking stuffer? I used to be addicted to soap, but I’ve gotten clean. I finally worked up the courage to tell my hot female coworker how I felt. She felt the same. So we turned down the thermostat. The universal remote: This changes everything. Q: How fast are donkey trucks? It smells like death in there, and not in a good way. My dad demanded that I go fetch some water from that deep hole in the ground. He means well. Calendar makers: Your days are numbered. A: I enjoy cooking with ghee, but I don’t buy it, I make my own. I will not rest until I find a cure for my insomnia. I bought my wife a new refrigerator. I can’t wait to see her face light up when she opens it. Did you hear about the hilarious thing that happened at the mandatory meeting? I guess you had to be there. Remember that sweet grandmother on Twitter who thought that ‘lol’ meant ‘lots of love’? “Sorry to hear about your uncle passing. lol.” Yesterday, we were standing at the edge of a cliff. Since then we have taken a huge step forward. We had to cancel the big game of tag because somebody got hurt. It was touch and go there for a while. “Of course you can count on me,” said the abacus. IBS is genetic, you know. Runs in the family. My grandfather once told me, “It’s worth investing in good speakers.” That was some sound advice. Extreme camping is in tents. The solar panel company wouldn’t let me pay for the installation. They said it was all on the house. I was chopping herbs all day, and now my hands are quite fragrant. I’ve got too much thyme on my hands. A weather balloon measures about 4 feet in diameter (adjusting for inflation). A: Have you ever had a flatulence-based tea? Like a German dietitian, I tend to see the wurst in people. I don’t care for rulers. That’s where I draw the line. Why did the farmer propose to his horse? He wanted a stable relationship. I still think whiteboards are one of mankind’s most remarkable inventions. The Earth has successfully rotated around its axis. Let’s call it a day. My daughter dropped a brand new tube of toothpaste and it made a big mess. She was crestfallen. You’ve got to hand it to customs agents: Your passport. My friend tried to steal a box of lipstick for us, but she accidentally grabbed a box of glue sticks. My lips are sealed. Elevators: They take things to a whole other level. A friend gave me an expired pack of batteries. They were free of charge. Comedy: To taste a bit like a comet. A: How many times do I have to apologize? My wife said that the battery in my hearing aid needed to be replaced. That was difficult to hear. I asked the ski lift operator if I could get a free ride to the top of the mountain. He didn’t take me up on it. What makes a sentence a tongue twister? It’s hard to say. If you visit Mexico, remember to use the word “mucho.” It means a lot to them. There are more hydrogen atoms in a single molecule of water than there are stars in the solar system. To whoever discovered the number zero: Thanks for nothing. View this post ▶
In the late 17th century, natural philosopher Isaac Newton was deeply uneasy with a new scientific theory that was gaining currency in Europe: universal gravitation. In correspondence with a scientific contemporary, Newton complained that it was “an absurdity” to suppose that “one body may act upon another at a distance through a vacuum.” The scientist who proposed this preposterous theory was Isaac Newton. He first articulated the idea in his widely acclaimed magnum opus Principia, wherein he explained, “I have not yet been able to discover the cause of these properties of gravity from phenomena and I feign no hypotheses […] It is enough that gravity does really exist and acts according to the laws I have explained.” Newton proposed that celestial bodies were not the sole sources of gravity in the universe, rather all matter attracts all other matter with a force that corresponds to mass and diminishes rapidly with distance. He had been studying the motions of the six known planets–Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus–and by expanding upon the laws of planetary motion developed by Johannes Kepler about eight decades earlier, he arrived at an equation for gravitational force F that seemed to match decades of data: Where m1 and m2 are the masses of the objects, r is the distance between their centers of mass, and G is the gravitational constant (~0.0000000000667408). But this is only an approximation; humanity may never know the precise value because it is impossible to isolate any measuring apparatus from all of the gravity in the universe. Fellow astronomers found that Newton’s theory seemed to be accurate–universal gravitation appeared to reliably forecast the sometimes irregular motion of the planets even more closely than Kepler’s laws. In 1705, Queen Anne knighted Isaac Newton to make him Sir Isaac Newton (though this honor was due to his work in politics, not for his considerable contributions to math or science). In the century that followed, Newton’s universal gravitation performed flawlessly. Celestial bodies appeared to adhere to the elegant theory, and in scientific circles, it began to crystallize into a law of nature. But in the early 19th century, cracks began to appear. When astronomer Alexis Bouvard used Newton’s equations to carefully calculate future positions of Jupiter and Saturn, they proved spectacularly accurate. However, when he followed up in 1821 with astronomical tables for Uranus–the outermost known planet–subsequent observations revealed that the planet was crossing the sky substantially slower than projected. The fault was not in Bouvard’s math; Uranus appeared to be violating the law of universal gravitation. Newton’s theory was again called into question in 1843 by a 32-year-old assistant astronomer at the Paris Observatory, Urbain Le Verrier. Le Verrier had been following the Uranus perturbations with great interest, while also compiling a painstaking record of the orbit of Mercury–the innermost known planet. He found that Mercury also departed from projections made by universal gravitation. Was universal gravitation a flawed theory? Or might undiscovered planets lurk in extra-Uranian and intra-Mercurial space, disturbing the orbits of the known planets? Astronomers around the world scoured the skies, seeking out whatever was perturbing the solar system. The answer, it turned out, was more bizarre than they could have supposed. Continue reading ▶
An American Indian man on horseback stood outlined against a steely sky past midday on 05 October 1877. Winter was already settling into the prairies of what would soon become the state of Montana. Five white men stood in the swaying grass on the other side of the field, watching the horse move closer. Four wore blue uniforms, another in civilian attire. One of the uniformed men was tall and stout, with bright blue eyes and a large, curling mustache. He watched the proceedings with an air of self-importance. The surrender of the man on horseback might have been inevitable, sure, but it was nevertheless a nice feather in his cap. Perhaps his superiors would finally grant him that promotion after this whole affair was over. The other four men were more apprehensive. All of them were experienced in fighting American Indians on the frontier, but this opponent had been different. One man, with a full, dark beard and right arm missing below the elbow, looked at the approaching chief with grudging respect. The man had lost his arm in the American Civil War 15 years earlier, so he knew battle well. And in his opinion, the man across the field was a tactical genius, a “Red Napoleon.” Despite overwhelming odds, this Red Napoleon had wormed his way out of battle after battle, somehow always coming out on top. Continue reading ▶
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What's London's largest square? covered that. I reckon it's this. And you're right, it's not really the largest square you can fit inside Greater London, only the largest where the sides run north/south and east/west. Twist your square and you can do a lot better. We can do better still with a rectangle. London's biggest triangle is even better. I should say at this point that I haven't proven this is London's largest triangle, I've merely jiggled around with straight lines and tried to optimise the area inside. It might well be that a slightly different triangle gives a slightly bigger area, but I reckon ony slightly so 405 square miles is pretty much the largest you can get. Likewise that last rectangle might be beatable, as might that square, but so marginally I still reckon I've got the percentages right to the nearest whole number. Its diameter is just under 21 miles and its centre is reassuringly close to Piccadilly Circus. The circle has an area of 342 square miles which is 56% of the area of Greater London. Again that means we've enclosed more than half of the capital, which I was not expecting to be possible with a circle. I can get up to 69% with an ellipse and 74% with an irregular quadrilateral, but probably best not go there.
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45 45 Squared 9) COMPRESSOR SQUARE, E16 Borough of Newham, 50m×30m National Street Gazetteer so it officially exists. Locationwise it's in the Royal Docks immediately adjacent to Royal Albert station, which is renowned as the DLR station furthest away from anyone's home. But had plans gone ahead it would by now have been surrounded by a mass of highrise development, as pictured here in a complex hybrid planning application from 2014. The long building on the waterfront is Newham council's HQ which was already present, but the surrounding densely-packed blocks are part of a hilariously optimistic Anglo-Chinese vision championed by Mayor Boris Johnson which ultimately never happened. Compressor Square would have been where the red arrow is. Eight new squares were planned along the 1 kilometre length of the ABP development, each surrounded by a canopy of trees in an attempt to replicate the smart residential townscapes of west London. In the end only one such square was built, one stop up the DLR at Beckton Park where a huddle of empty office blocks now forms a tumbleweed memorial to entrepreneurial hubris. But nothing up this western end ever got off the drawing board, let alone off the ground, so what's here is pretty much all grass right up to the Holiday Inn and Rowing Club Boathouse. The exception is a long redbrick building called Compressor House tucked below a bend in the DLR viaduct, which is the unlikely reason the adjacent piazza was due to be called Compressor Square. series of buildings set back behind a long chain of warehouses along the northern edge of Royal Albert Dock. Nigh all of those have gone but this smart building was retained, complete with the original hoists, rails and winching machinery used to move produce internally, alas in an increasing state of disrepair. You may be surprised that to hear that the £1.725m needed for renovation was sourced from the last government's Levelling-Up Fund, because Newham somehow managed to claw a chunk of that. Their ultimate intention was to "bring the building back into active use for both financial and placemaking purposes" and that procurement process is now underway. So if you have a unique vision that supports digital innovation, community wealth building, good growth and UK Government funding outcomes you have until 24th March to submit an Expression of Interest, and hey presto your organisation could be leveraging Compressor House as early as September. Compressor House is nigh complete but still quarantined behind a ring of barriers erected by contractors MGL Projects. It looks very smart with its Port Of London Authority medallion above the main doors, and I can well imagine the Mayor walking in to open something culturally enthusing in six months time. Out front is a semi-formal array of trees surrounded by low shrubbery that looks like it may be semi-dead, and beyond that isn't the square the 2014 developers proposed but an access road threaded along the dockside in the 1990s. It has hardly any traffic and also a huge metal bar across the carriageway to ensure that no large vehicle accidentally proceeds and smashes into the DLR viaduct. And beyond that is just a lot of gravel and grass. The grass stretches down to the dockside and is already dotted with daisies despite it only being early March. Around the edge are more seats and benches than might be deemed necessary, although staff from the neighbouring Newham council offices probably spill out in the summer and I suspect they get good use when there's a regatta. Instead I got to watch a couple of sturdy locals exercising an Alsatian, the kind that's too jumpy to be let off its lead so was instead forced to run round in circles while attempting to grab a plastic ring. Most of this area should have been flats, remember, offering DLR passengers a hemmed-in journey rather than a broad panorama across City Airport. destined to become student accommodation instead, not much of it affordable, because foreign parents are all too happy to pay over the odds for their offspring to live in converted open-plan hutches immediately adjacent to a roaring flightpath. The team in charge of that transformation look and sound insufferable, judging by their RAD website, but at least they're doing something to try to bring this dead stripe of dockside to life. Meanwhile the area in front of Compressor House remains a development hiatus, there being no current plans to contribute its potential to our capital's housing crisis. Compressor Square thus exists only as a virtual red line in the National Street Gazetteer designated 'Under construction', and the only body that could delete it is Newham Council's highways team who, amusingly, are based immediately nextdoor.
