Jan 30, 2012

Letter from a slave to his old master

It gets good, stick with it.
Dayton, Ohio, 
August 7, 1865
To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee
Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance. 
I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again. 
As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire. 
In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.
Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.
From your old servant,
Jourdon Anderson.
Courtesy of Letters of Note.

Jan 25, 2012

Jan 24, 2012

Jan 23, 2012

Interruption

A few days ago, a lot of attention was given to an interruption of a New York Philharmonic performance:
The unmistakably jarring sound of an iPhone marimba ring interrupted the soft and spiritual final measures of Mahler’s Symphony No. 9 at the New York Philharmonic on Tuesday night. The conductor, Alan Gilbert, did something almost unheard-of in a concert hall: He stopped the performance. But the ringing kept on going, prompting increasingly angry shouts in the audience directed at the malefactor.
I think this guy handled it much better:

Jan 20, 2012

John C. Reilly on filming a sex scene with Jennifer Aniston

“It’s all dark, and she’s a little tense ’cause a sex scene is going to happen. So I get there, and she’s under the covers, and I’m like, ‘Okay, I guess they just want me to get in position here’.
So I climb into the bed, she opens up the sheet, and I swear, she had two pairs of sweatpants on, winter socks, a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her body is basically like a burqa from the neck down.
And I go, ‘Okay, I guess I’ll get on top of you now’, and she’s like, ‘Can I get the chastity pillow please?’ I’m like, ‘What the hell is a chastity pillow?’ And they bring out this big black pillow that she puts between her legs.
And from that moment on, I went from Robert Palmer to the Hunchback of Notre Dame. ‘I’m sorry. I guess I’ll just hump the pillow.’”

From reddit.

Jan 19, 2012

Records

Kid seeing a record for the first time:



Hat tip to Kottke

Jan 17, 2012

Jan 12, 2012

Coffee from your tap

I like coffee and I like technology, but this is stupid:
The Scanomat TopBrewer is going to revolutionize the way you make coffee at home. It's a fully automatic coffee brewer that can be built into any tabletop with only a stainless steel tap visible.

http://www.hellobrit.com/food/coffee-from-your-tap-controlled-by-an-app/

Jan 11, 2012

Jan 10, 2012

Jan 8, 2012

True happiness

It gets good around a minute in.

Jan 5, 2012

What Inception meant?




It's pretty addictive, don't start watching unless you have time.

Jan 4, 2012

How to stage an intervention



More here.

Apparently it's a completely ineffective, but highly entertaining, method of letting someone know he has a problem.

Courtesy of reddit.