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Welcome to the beginning of Locknet, U.S. version.

Lee Atwater-esque legacy polishing.

Omnes circenses, nullus panis

Since this doesn’t specify MN convictions vs other states, it’s not a Commerce Clause issue.

If it’s 50+, it’s firewall, DNS, or a backhoe.

No one calculates more implausible probabilities than Hari Seldon in Foundation. And unleashing a positronic robot to secretly guide humanity through an empire’s crumbling end is sure some type of consequentialism.

Come on. U. S. Grant is right there

6 out of the 10 members of the Purdue Board of Trustees are directly appointed by the Indiana Governor. Look at this as less university leaders backing off, but rather the leaders hired by this group following the board’s priorities.

Lost and Found: The Unexpected Journey of the MingKwai Typewriter | Made in China Journal It began as an innocuous inquiry on Facebook. Nelson Felix, a resident of New York State, posted in the group ‘What’s My Typewriter Worth?’ about a curious find he made while clearing out the basement...

The lone long-lost MingKwai typewriter, invented by Lin Yutang in 1947, has resurfaced in a NY basement. How did it get there? Where might it go next? The journey of the groundbreaking invention embodies the search for modernity and Chinese identity. My latest:
madeinchinajournal.com/2025/05/02/l...

Inherent Vice: Can America Come Back From Who We’ve Become? At the richest moment in world history, in an unparalleled time of comforts and luxuries, we have elected self-harm and self-pity.

I wrote about small-r republican virtue and whether America has enough left to get out of this mess.

Read at @liberalcurrents.com

www.liberalcurrents.com/inherent-vic...

A newspaper clipping from Mike Ryoko part one: Jackie's Debut a Unique Day All that Saturday, the wise men of the neighborhood, who sat in chairs on the sidewalk outside the tavern, had talked about what it would do to baseball. I hung around and listened because baseball was about the most important thing in the world, and if anything was going to ruin it, I was worried. Most of the things they said, I didn't understand, although it all sounded terrible. But could one man bring such ruin? They said he could and would. And the next day he was going to be in Wrigley Field for the first time, on the same diamond as Hack, Nicholson, Cavarretta, Schmitz, Pafko, and all my other idols. I had to see Jackie Robinson, the man who was going to somehow wreck everything. So the next day, another kid and I started walking to the ballpark early. We always walked to save the streetcar fare. It was five or six miles, but I felt about baseball the way Abe Lincoln felt about education. Usually, we could get there just at noon, find a seat in the grandstand, and watch some batting practice. But not that Sunday, May 18, 1947. By noon, Wrigley Field was almost filled. The crowd outside spilled off the sidewalk and into the streets. Scalpers were asking top dollar for box seats and getting it.

Part II: I had never seen anything like it. Not just the size, although it was a new record, more than 47,000. But this was twenty-five years ago, and in 1947 few blacks were seen in the Loop, much less up on the white North Side at a Cub game. That day, they came by the thousands, pouring off the northbound Ls and out of their cars. They didn't wear baseball-game clothes. They had on church clothes and funeral clothes·suits, white shirts, ties, gleaming shoes, and straw hats. I've never seen so many straw hats. As big as it was, the crowd was orderly. Almost unnaturally so. People didn't jostle each other. The whites tried to look as if nothing unusual was happening, while the blacks tried to look casual and dignified. So everybody looked slightly ill at ease. For most, it was probably the first time they had been that close to each other in such great numbers. We managed to get in, scramble up a ramp, and find a place to stand behind the last row of grandstand seats. Then they shut the gates. No place remained to stand. Robinson came up in the first inning. I remember the sound. It wasn't the shrill, teenage cry you now hear, or an excited gut roar. They applauded, long, rolling applause. A tall, middle-aged black man stood next to me, a smile of almost painful joy on his face, beating his palms together so hard they must have hurt.

Part III: When Robinson stepped into the batter's box, it was as if someone had flicked a switch. The place went silent. He swung at the first pitch and they erupted as if he had knocked it over the wall. But it was only a high foul that dropped into the box seats. I remember thinking it was strange that a foul could make that many people happy. When he struck out, the low moan was genuine. I've forgotten most of the details of the game, other than that the Dodgers won and Robinson didn't get a hit or do anything special, although he was cheered on every swing and every routine play. But two things happened I'll never forget. Robinson played first, and early in the game a Cub star hit a grounder and it was a close play. Just before the Cub reached first, he swerved to his left. And as he got to the bag, he seemed to slam his foot down hard at Robinson's foot. It was obvious to everyone that he was trying to run into him or spike him. Robinson took the throw and got clear at the last instant. I was shocked. That Cub, a hometown boy, was my biggest hero. It was not only an unheroic stunt, but it seemed a rude thing to do in front of people who would cheer for a foul ball. I didn't understand why he had done it. It wasn't at all big league. I didn't know that while the white fans were relatively polite, the Cubs and most other teams kept up a steady stream of racial abuse from the dugout. I thought that all they did down there was talk about how good Wheaties are.

Part IV: Late in the game, Robinson was up again, and he hit another foul ball. This time it came into the stands low and fast, in our direction. Somebody in the seats grabbed for it, but it caromed off his hand and kept coming. There was a flurry of arms as the ball kept bouncing, and suddenly it was between me and my pal. We both grabbed. I had a baseball. The two of us stood there examining it and chortling. A genuine major-league baseball that had actually been gripped and thrown by a Cub pitcher, hit by a Dodger batter. What a possession. Then I heard the voice say: "Would you consider selling that?" It was the black man who had applauded so fiercely. I mumbled something. I didn't want to sell it. "I'll give you ten dollars for it," he said. Ten dollars. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what ten dollars could buy because I'd never had that much money. But I knew that a lot of men in the neighborhood considered sixty dollars a week to be good pay. I handed it to him, and he paid me with ten $1 bills. When I left the ball park, with that much money in my pocket, I was sure that Jackie Robinson wasn't bad for the game. Since then, I've regretted a few times that I didn't keep the ball. Or that I hadn't given it to him free. I didn't know, then, how hard he probably had to work for that ten dollars. But Tuesday I was glad I had sold it to him. And if that man is still around, and has that baseball, I'm sure he thinks it was worth every cent.

The largest paying crowd in the history of Wrigley Field was the day Jackie Robinson made his debut. Wrigley is the only park left Jackie played a game in. Mike Ryoko was a kid at that ballpark that day and he wrote about it. Take a minute and read this today.

press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago...

A light blue diagram depicting the sea, with the water's surface at the top, and just below it is an outline of the Mary Rose, with the depth (12m, 40ft or 6.7 fathoms). There is a line showing the seabed, which takes a rapid dive into the vertical...

On the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, we thought we'd answer a question that's often asked,

"If they raised the Mary Rose, why not raise the Titanic?"

Allow our scaled diagram to explain...

Brother-in-law. Laurie tells a great story about her first encounter with him in All That Is Sacred. Part of a multi-year party in Key West.

To turn the wheel on the rack one notch further: Project 2025 as a set of Obfuscated C Code Contest entries.

Feathers McGraw (a penguin with a rubber glove for a hat, or a chicken depending on who you ask) stands outside the entrance of The Museum of English Rural Life.

we're thrilled to share that we've started the year with a new addition to our team! he's extremely smart, capable, charming, persuasive, and boasts a wealth of museum experience

But the second game in a Cubs (Colts) vs. Reds doubleheader from the previous day ALSO includes a Tinker-Evers-Chance double play in the box score.

Should THIS be the first double play turned by them?

Just your everyday 25 minute, 38 kick shootout.
(both keepers converted)

MLS Next Pro logo with a terrible font

Burn it all to the ground

Archie Bunker thought he was going to be fired when he sent a shipment to the UK that was meant for London, Ontario.

Behind the facemask, a spiritual leader Football Across Minnesota: Jalue Dorjee deftly balances life as a teenager and reincarnated Buddhist lama recognized around the world.

If you’re a reincarnated Tibetan lama in a US high school, what else could you be, except an offensive lineman?

SIMONE MARTINI (Italian, active 1315-1344) CHRIST DISCOVERED IN THE TEMPLE dated 1342 Tempera and gold leaf on panel Signed and dated 1342, this remarkable painting is from Simone Martini's final years in Avignon. There is no evidence that it was associated with another panel. Although vaguely associated with the biblical narrative of the evangelist Luke (2:41-51), its unique and enigmatic iconography is less a depiction of a singular episode from the infancy of Christ than a meditation on a psychological moment in a story. Simone focused on exploring the dynamic of a family drama: an elderly father points to the worry that a child's absence has brought to his mother; the pouting adolescent seems unmoved. Simone's free application of diluted paint to create the abstraction of stone on the reverse is equally astonishing. This panel sionals a new age of independent painting in Western art. Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool

This painting was the funniest one in the show

YouTube video by Musicalidade Rita Lee - Lança Perfume (1980)

one of the best "what a fool believes" knockoffs

www.youtube.com/watch?v=L60q...

The Character of Chinese Computing | Los Angeles Review of Books Maura Elizabeth Cunningham reviews Thomas S. Mullaney’s “The Chinese Computer: A Global History of the Information Age.”

lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-... —new review up at @lareviewofbooks.bsky.social, @mauracunningham.bsky.social on @tsmullaney.bsky.social’s Chinese Computer, an @mitpress.bsky.social book

Taiwan baseball national team captain Chen Chieh-hsien the non-existent TAIWAN Logo on th his jersey with both hands in front of his chest.

Baseball. Taiwan's historic victory in the WBSC Premier12 Championship has allowed further affirmation for the country on the international stage.
This gesture by Team Taiwan's captain Chen Chieh-hsien best encapsulates this breakthrough. You can't see any logo or team name? Try harder.

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As Bluesky takes flight, China has got a Twitter problem For years, state media have been seeking to grab the microphone. Now Musk has handed them it.. no one is listening?

Uh oh. Someone was busy in his Summer off social media.

Got a few more already locked and loaded in the chamber. Investigations. Thoughts. Essays. Reminisces.

First one is up now~ 👇

My choice of social media platform is determined by the percentage of oversized livestock posts

Football/soccer ✅
Dirty deals ✅
National team scandal ✅
Primer on consequences of getting on the radar of Party disciplinary authorities in China ✅

In Dec 2016, Bournemouth’s U16s learned whether they had received a scholarship. Each player has taken differing paths since. Their stories are varied, some are difficult to read and the impact of Covid did not help released youngsters or mental health.

www.nytimes.com/athletic/588...