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From the recesses of a gilded bureau

A flâneur especially, gliding along the arcades of the network, takes the utmost of delight in repairing to one of the fine restaurants for the taking of a small snack and the enjoyment of the scenes. What will it be today? The Lamb Stew à la Parisienne at the Hotel Manhattan (cost: $0.60) could be interesting. Or perhaps there is just time to skip over to Saint Petersburg for some Petits Poulets à la Finaneiese? No I should think none of these. My tastes take me off to Bremen to join Norddeutcher Lloyd aboard the Kaiser Friedrich. The Leg of Venison, Sauce à la Poivrade and Rissoles à l’Italienne accompanied by Strauss’ “Tausend und eine Nacht” sounds just about right to fit the moment’s mood.

Miss Frank E Buttolph’s legacy truly does grace those epicurean cybernauts who wish to move from place to place, smelling the tables of the past. Her collection of over 9,000 menus from the years 1880-1910 have been published in an online database by the New York Public Library (constituting the largest collection of historical menus in the world).  So comprehensive was the collection that an author profiling Miss Buttolph for a 1906 edition of the New York Times magazine wrote:

Miss Buttolph is making history for the year 2000 which, should our present carnivorous natures by that time merge into a diet of mild and milky, will hold this generation up as an example of brute force that should annihilate all our virtues and leave us in the eyes of our descendants a race of horror and greed, a pack of flesh-eating outcasts remarkable only for our gastronomic endurance. (((wow, if only the NYT still wrote sentences like that))) [1906 New York Times Profile of Miss Buttolph PDF]

Quite I should think to the shame of the head librarian at the NYPL, many of the menus are stamped with inventory markings. This doubtlessly would have offended the late Buttolph who was “a tiny, unostentatious, literary looking person whose bugaboo is a possible spot upon one of her precious menus. On one of them that had been used by the late King Christian in his palace at Denmark was a coffee stain, and it was only after insisting that it had value because it was a stain of royal coffee that Miss Buttolph could be appeased.”

There are many an interesting tale within these menus, each a bit of ephemera constructed without a touch of regard for any future beyond the meal. See a few notable examples below, and beware that hours may be at stake should you fall too deeply into this particular database.

Hotel Manhattan, 1900

Dinner held at St. Petersburg, 1900

Dinner held by Norddeutcher Lloyd at Kaiser Friedrich at Sea, 1899 — Menu in German and English, Concert Program

Dinner held by Maharaja of Baroda at Makarpura Palace, Baroda, India, 1897

Lithographic inscriptions, old and new

May we first start with a passage from Wilhelm von Humboldt’s “The limits of state action” (1810):

Now man never regards that which he possesses as so much his own, as that which he does; and the labourer who tends a garden is perhaps in a truer sense its owner, than the listless voluptuary who enjoys its fruits…

In view of this consideration, it seems as if all peasants and craftsmen might be elevated into artists; that is, into men who love their labour for its own sake, improve it by their own plastic genius and inventive skill, and thereby cultivate their intellect, ennoble their character, and exalt and refine their enjoyments.

It does seem to be, in a most tragic way, this very idea of the human as a beautiful and nearly impossible consequence of a mysterious cosmic chemistry that is concealed and denied so very profoundly in modern life. It is therefore always a sincere pleasure to see instances of workers surreptitiously inserting an expression of themselves into work that is otherwise supposed to conform to a contractually predetermined sterility.

I came across two examples presented here: that of concealed sculptural ornamentation on New York City highrises built during the 1920s-1930s and that of chipart, or invisible icons included by semiconductor engineers on the various chips that they worked on. Both of these examples seemed to fit nicely under the heading of lithography, although under rather different usages of the word. (Lithography as “stone writing” and as the chemical process by which semiconductors are fabricated).

Part 1. Skyscrapers

This first set of images comes from an October 1933 issue of Modern Mechanix [PDF] which was sourced from the very marvelous Modern Mechanix blog.

The above picture, described in the magazine as a janitor who is “in his natural state, sound asleep”. Despite this rather snarky reading of the image by the article’s author, does it not rather seem that the bespectacled janitor, with a book on his lap, and a finger perched upon his chin, is privately considering some story or poem he may have just read?

Left: “The modern girl, with a cigarette and a cane is found perched on the fourth floor of a New York building in a niche where no one was told to place her”((((how scandalous))) Right: “The man may be the grasping landlord, for he has a big bag of money which he is putting away in a safe” ((((excellent deduction Watson!)))

Left: “On one of New York City’s most modern skyscrapers, appears a carved figure of a lone fisherman. No one seems to know the meaning of it nor why its there” Right: “Directly opposite the figure of this boy with a pea shooter is a grouchy old man”

Part 2: Chipscrapers

Chip art, or chip graffiti, refers to the practice by semiconductor designers of including personalized tags or iconography on the chips that they design. To get a sense of where this happens, see the zoom in below:

The microprocessor chip (left) as it appears on the screen should appear roughly the same size as it would in real life. If you have ever seen a circuit board, this chip would be one of the squares or rectangles covered in black plastic.

The practice of including art in chip designs experienced its golden age in the 1970s and 1980s. During this time, in contrast to the contemporary practice and ethos of semic design, the entire design cycle was managed by a single team of engineers who became very invested in the integrated design of a chip (now modular design practices split the development across different groups of engineers and library’s of preexisting schematics). This change has led to a deemphasis of a certain engineer or group of engineers being motivated to tag their chips because it feels, in some ways, less so their own. Coupling with this almost Fordist change of events, increased pressure for tight time lines and rapid turn around has further braked, but by no means silenced, the practice of chip art.

”We all did it,” said Dan Zuras, a chip designer at Hewlett-Packard. ”Eighteen or 20 years ago, they were all over the place.”

Designs were usually etched into the upper metallic layers of the chip, creating the impression of an image in relief on the surface. The cartoons grew out of the ritual of having chip designers sign or initial chips they had worked on. For example, Mr. Zuras drew a Roadrunner on a then-fast Hewlett-Packard 1AK9 chip in 1982. ”Back in those days, I knew where every one of the 153,000 transistors were on the chip,” he said. ”I knew it so well that I signed it, like writing your name in wet concrete after you’ve poured a driveway.” [via 1999 NYT article]

For the most part, up until the 1990s, these doodles fell beneath the radar of semiconductor corporate management and therefore did not invite too much scrutiny. However, after a few mishaps occurred–flaking from one caused a short circuit in a design, a very expensive accident–much stricter controls were imposed on designers including more intensive error checking programs. Even so, if a group of engineers can get their design past the checking programs, then for the most part companies will not make too much of a stink. However, there is a bit of cultural variation on this account: no one has found examples of chip art on Japanese chips, but it seems to be reasonably common on European and most American designs.

It is important to take note that most of the knowledge about chip art is fundamentally coincidentally and may in fact largely slip away into oblivion. There are two main sources who have been systematically discovering and publishing examples of chip art. Without their efforts, the stories of these artifacts would be largely forgotten as the engineering cliques that they helped cement die off, leaving only the archeologists to wonder over them in the future.

Skimming like Google Terra-nauts across the surface of integrated circuits are Chipworks, a company that does reverse engineering on integrated circuits for intellectual property disputes and the Molecular Expression Lab, run by Mike Davidson, who spend lots of time aiming high powered microscopes at all sorts of things from metorites to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.

This sailboat, from a 1970s Texas Instrument chip, is the earliest example of chip artwork found so far.

A chip used in Digital Equipment’s MicroVax 3000 and 6200 minicomputers carries a message in Russia’s Cyrillic alphabet: “VAX–when you care enough to steal the very best.” The message was intended for technicians on the other side of the Cold War who might try to reverse-engineer the VAX designs by looking closely at the originals.

Appearing as an opposed duet of helmeted gladiators, these angry silicon soldiers were discovered on the surface of an image sensor used by the Spirit and Opportunity rovers sent to probe the Red planet.

From Mike Davidson at the Molecular Expression Lab: “We caught this silicon version of Waldo (that is about 30 microns in size) hiding among caches, buses, and registers while searching through many thousands of square microns of complex circuitry with a high-power optical microscope. Waldo is the first Silicon Creature that we discovered, and this led to an exhaustive search for more creatures and construction of the Silicon Zoo gallery.”

When does one capitalize “Never”?

In a bizarre twist brought about by the 11 September 2001 terrorist attacks, Pripyat (((1985: population 50,000))) is getting a new lease on life. People will never move back into the deteriorating Soviet-era apartments. Instead, scientists are planning to use the radioactive ghost town as a unique laboratory for modeling the dispersal of radionuclides by the detonation of a dirty bomb. [Article from Science: PDF]

Will people never live there again? 24,000 years from now – if the zone’s keepers are right, and if the reactor’s extra-human carcinogenic hell raising center is safely interred, not having leaked into the River Dneiper, then half of the plutonium 239 buried at Chernobyl will still be there. If this does not inspire the journalist to capitalize the designation never, can it ever in good grammar suffer such aggrandizement? To capitalize a letter out of turn, what is this act of writing? The shortest answer would be for emphasis. But to do so to a common word is to possibly conflate it with a Proper noun (if this is the case, then what the hell is an iPhone?). Is such a conflation desirable under any circumstance? What would the proper noun Never refer to? Is it a collective will of humanity? A hope for a collective will expressed by an author? But who except the most depraved amongst the humans would contradict a foreclosure of such disaster? Is this not a natural position of the human? An indelible position that suffers no history and knows no abberation?

Well let US meditate on the matter, recalling the facts at hand:

Nobody has to twist the facts of Chernobyl. One by one the Ukrainian, Belarus and Russian health chiefs recite their litanies of loss. The figures are on an unimaginable scale. Some 23 per cent of the land of Belarus is contaminated, and on that land live 20 per cent of the population. More than 250,000 hectares of farmland have been closed down; 130,000 have had to be resettled.

Childhood thyroid cancer is 90 times the levels before 1986. There will be 140 cases of thyroid cancer every year. Breast cancer is on the increase; so are disorders of the blood circulation. Almost 2 million people in 3,331 towns and villages need “special attention”. The republic needs “clean” food, diagnostic equipment, radiation instruments and rehabilitation centres, and will need to spend $400-500m between now and 1995.

The Ukrainians tell a similar story: 190 people have acute radiation sickness; 20,000 have lost the capacity to work; there are 130,000 evacuees; there are 1.5 million children whose thyroid glands received radiation doses. There are people with respiratory disease, heart troubles and nervous system disorders. There are increased digestive problems, tonsilitis, anaemia and stress. There is an increase in suicide. There are children with “Chernobyl syndrome”.

The Russians, too, tell of 2.6 million people in 7,608 contaminated towns; of a 25 per cent increase in tumours; of a 50 per cent increase in cardiovascular disorders; of locomotor apparatus diseases.

Scientists refer to the zone as a “unique laboratory” and scientists from 28 nations have worked there. But it is difficult to feel objective about it. Here is a landscape so contaminated by its only heavy industry that it has been turned inside out: used as its own graveyard, buried within itself. Most of the iodine 131 disappeared long ago. In another 20 years, the strontium 90 will have fallen to half its original burden. In another 20 years, half of the caesium 137 will have disintegrated.

But 24,000 years from now – if the zone’s keepers are right, and the stuff is safely interred, and hasn’t leaked into the River Dneiper – half of the plutonium 239 buried in it will still be there. [link]

An abandoned village house near Chernobyl

There are even tantalising footprints of a bear, an animal that has not trodden this part of Ukraine for centuries.

“Animals don’t seem to sense radiation and will occupy an area regardless of the radiation condition,” says radioecologist Sergey Gaschak.

“A lot of birds are nesting inside the sarcophagus,” he adds, referring to the steel and concrete shield erected over the reactor that exploded in 1986. [link]

The Red Forest is located in the “zone of alienation”: this area received the highest doses of radiation from the Chernobyl accident and the resulting clouds of smoke and dust. The name ‘Red Forest’ comes from the ginger-brown colour of the pine trees after they died following the absorption of high levels of radiation from the Chernobyl accident on April 26, 1986. In the post-disaster cleanup operations, the Red Forest was bulldozed and buried into ‘waste graveyards’. The explosion and fire at the Chernobyl No. 4 reactor contaminated the soil, water and atmosphere with the radiation equivalent to 20 of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

A ghost image from a cosmic disaster

The “Pillars of Creation” may be the most iconic Hubble photograph ever taken. Located in the Eagle Nebula (google sky), the pillars are clouds of molecular hydrogen, light years in length, where new stars are being born. However, recent discoveries indicate these pillars were destroyed by a massive nearby super­nova some 6,000 years ago. This is a ghost image of a past cosmic disaster that we won’t see on Earth for another thousand years or so—and a perfect example of the fact that everything we see in the universe is history.

This photograph was stitched together from shots taken by four cameras. One of the cameras takes a magnified view of its quadrant, which—when shrunk to fit the scale of the other three—leaves dark space in the upper right corner. View a larger image [via].

See also, 1200 other Hubble images

We rate the toy “Not Acceptable”

Consumer Reports has put up a collection of photographs taking during the history of their product testing lab as far back as 1936. The composition, and findings, of many of these pictures is a little thing of marvel. [link]

Permanents, 1938 – Getting a permanent wave is “almost a national pastime” and the price has dropped to a dollar. But beware of shops that cut corners: “The felt pads between the curlers and her head…can be excellent carriers of scalp disease.

Home freezers, 1952 – “The advent of the home freezer appears to be bringing about what amounts to a revolution in the housekeeping habits of American families who own them.” We have some concerns about the Kelvinator FR-63, though. It’s hard to reach items in the bottom, and the lid can slam down on your hand.

Sonic Blaster, 1966 – The Mattel Agent Zero M Sonic Blaster 5530 fires compressed air with a deafening blast. Our measurements top out at 157 dB–above a level that can do permanent damage to the hearing of an adult. We rate the toy Not Acceptable.

Planning for the apocolypse through anticipatory archeology

In a nicely conceived act of anticipatory archeology,The Rosetta Project, funded by the Long Now Foundation, is creating and disseminating a unique record of human language.

The Disk surface shown here, meant to be a guide to the contents, is etched with a central image of the earth and a message written in eight major world languages: “Languages of the World: This is an archive of over 1,000 human languages assembled in the year 02002 C.E. Magnify 1,000 times to find over 15,000 pages of language documentation.” The text begins at eye-readable scale and spirals down to nano-scale. This tapered ring of languages is intended to maximize the number of people that will be able to read something immediately upon picking up the Disk, as well as implying the directions for using it—‘get a magnifier and there is more.’

On the reverse side of the disk from the globe graphic are 15,000 microetched pages of language documentation. Since each page is a physical rather than digital image, there is no platform or format dependency. Reading the Disk requires only optical magnification. Each page is .019 inches, or half a millimeter, across. This is about equal in width to 5 human hairs, and can be read with a 500X microscope (individual pages are clearly visible with 100X magnification).

The 15,000 pages in the collection contain documentation on over 2500 languages gathered from archives around the world. For each language we have several categories of data—descriptions of the speech community, maps of their location(s), and information on writing systems and literacy. We also collect grammatical information including descriptions of the sounds of the language, how words and larger linguistic structures like sentences are formed, a basic vocabulary list (known as a “Swadesh List”), and whenever possible, texts. Many of our texts are transcribed oral narratives. Others are translations such as the beginning chapters of the Book of Genesis or the UN Declaration of Human Rights.

It is quite awe inspiring to look at an object like this and consider the infinite wealth of information that it contains about human civilization. We often take for granted the huge amounts of information that we carry around with us on a daily basis. To behold an object like this, that like Carrol’s rabbit hole invites us to spirl down into it, whose form fits its purpose so well, is quite something.

A major concern of our project is the drastic and accelerated loss of the world’s languages. Just as globalization threatens human cultural diversity, the languages of small, unique, localized human societies are at serious risk. In fact, linguists predict that we may lose as much as 90% of the world’s linguistic diversity within the next century. Language is both an embodiment of human culture, as well as the primary means of its maintenance and transmission. When languages are lost, the transmission of traditional culture is often abruptly severed meaning the loss of cultural diversity is tightly connected to loss of linguistic diversity. To stem the tide and help reverse this trend, we are working to promote human cultural and linguistic diversity, as well as to make sure that no language vanishes without a trace.

The frontier of history and lost cities

For part of the 10th century, this pocket of northwestern Cambodia was the capital of the famed Angkorian empire, a sprawling city studded with homes, irrigation channels, and more than 1,000 temples. Satellite photography helps archaeologists survey this land mine laden and largely unexplored site. [via ]


Bit-rot, book worms, city swallowing hurricanes. The archaeologist is firstly set to task in the compilation of archives. Gathering up information in all of its varied forms after it has fallen out of the coherence and illumination of active human knowledge, pulling from the dust stories and dreams that have become untethered from the human network and reintroducing them to the possibility of knowledge and life. The first steps in the process are to index and collate these orphans and then to integrate and connect them into databases and libraries. A cartography of this knowledge, of those languages dead but in writing, those margin notes about household needs in medieval prayer books, represents the frontier of history at this moment. Or, to be more precise, one of the frontiers of history, the frontier of the public domain.


The Kirtas Technologies’ APT Bookscan 1200 can automatically digitize 1200 pages per hour. The machine weights 77kg and is priced at EUR 120,000. [company site]

There are regions even here overgrown with bush and scarcely traveled. Surely the maps have a record of them and lines extend out around them to show that they are claimed within the purview of history, but what are the declinations of the mountains there? Are there caves? Cities? These answers may yet to be discovered, or those dark places on the map may survive the map itself, may never be looked upon by human eyes, and fall into oblivion. However, recent advancements in the methods by which our civilization patrols, explores and defines frontiers will bring lonely wayfarers to these outposts along routes not originally conceived by the cartographers. The pharaonic enterprise of private corporations like Google and public institutions like the Library of Congress are taking point by point measurements of our the vast expanse of history’s frontier that is contained upon the continent of the public archive. The resolution is precise: each pebble a word whose characters are optically recognized and related to all other characters in the realm. This morphology transforms the frontier almost into a vast schizophrenic ocean where point to point geometry does not obtain, where a journal entry from an arctic expedition, a paper on audiology and a facebook profile might by happenstance resolve in the same state before a traveler searching for a friend who exists in midtown Manhattan.

This Pegasus sculpture was micromachined from a particle of diamond dust using a focused ion beam (FIB) microscope. It was produced as a piece of marketing ephemera to showcase Norsam Technologies’ archival etching process which can shrink down and inscribe between 1,000 and 100,000 pages on a 2 inch nickel disc. [company site]

But this frontier is an inherently fragile and fluid one. While some territories are constantly being opened through the labors of scientists probing the heavens and of suburban mothers cataloging their anxieties over which of the many baby carriages on the market they ought to select, others are consigned to an inescapable oblivion. The frontier of history traces out a wholly technological interior. What is knowable historically lives in media. Buildings, infrastructure, inscriptions, papyrus, punch cards, floppy disks, all as physical containers of meaning are intimately tied to the preservation and persistence of history. The contemporary reality of digital representation as the prevailing medium of history presents two radical possibilities for the future frontiers of history. Either on the one hand history will become more monolithic in its shape as all of human activity in the real world recedes not quietly back into time, but rather is inscribed persistently in a record which in turn pushes the frontiers of history further and further outward. However, the consequence of this may be precisely the thing that results in a complete foreclosure of this period of history. What will become of our harddrives, and our PDF file formats hundreds (even dozens) of years hence? Even baring a catastrophic interruption in our civilization, a generation of technological progress and poor preservation could relegate the prior generation to naught.