Albert Einstein, the Wife Bully.


Photo: Albert and Mileva in happier times.
By 1914 Albert Einstein’s marriage to Mileva Marić was starting to break down. In an attempt to stay together for the sake of their children Einstein presented the following list of demands to his wife.
You will make sure:
that my clothes and laundry are kept in good order;
that I will receive my three meals regularly in my room;
that my bedroom and study are kept neat, and especially that my desk is left for my use only.
You will renounce all personal relations with me insofar as they are not completely necessary for social reasons. Specifically, You will forego:
my sitting at home with you;
my going out or traveling with you.
You will obey the following points in your relations with me:
you will not expect any intimacy from me, nor will you reproach me in any way;
you will stop talking to me if I request it;
you will leave my bedroom or study immediately without protest if I request it.
You will undertake not to belittle me in front of our children, either through words or behavior.
Unsurprisingly after just a few months Mileva left Albert in Berlin, Germany to move to Zurich with the couples children.
They went on to divorce in 1919
via Albert Einstein’s List Of Demands To His Wife.

“My Stupid Hip Accident.”


Drawing is of me in 1969 as portrayed by Griffin Press graphic artist Ian Rosewall.

On Wednesday, 13 January, 2016, I quite foolishly fell off my front porch at my home in the southern suburbs of Adelaide.

Down I went crashing into the garden and into a nest of ants.

I had broken my hip on my left side. My son Danny dashed out and called the Ambos.

Soon they arrived and for the first time in my life I was given Morphine for the pain.

But, still those little ant blokes kept nipping away at me and I felt them through the morphine haze.

Arriving at Flinders Medical Centre the nightmare began, being slipped on to trolleys was no fun and to be quite honest bloody painful.

On Thursday, 14 January after a procession of doctors, nurses, blood tests and a visit from the anaesthetist I went to the operating theatre to have a pin inserted into my left hip.

A huge man approached me and announced he was the surgeon, by that time I had been infused with blood platelets in order to bolster my very low platelet level.

Low platelet levels can result in a rapid loss of blood if an “accident” was to occur during surgery.

Yep! I could have bled to death right there on the operating table.

The anaesthetists were brilliant putting in a block that prevented pain immediately after surgery, but boy, when that block wore off did I know it!

The operation was a success, but my nightmare stay at Flinders Medical Centre was just beginning.

To be Continued


Art by Nathan Spoor.

nathan-spoor03Fantastical and dreamlike paintings filled with detail and color that suggests some sort of narrative.
The “suggestivism” style was something he started in graduate school and he describes it as “an intuitive process of allowing ideas to pool and then connecting with the more innovative or strong moments and nurturing them into reality.”
In the larger sense, the work as a series is opening up a narrative about a world being created and explored by a young boy and girl.
I see the girl creating the world around her as she sleeps, dreams, thinks and grows.
The boy is more or less discovering the land and engaging its mystery. I am starting to see it as more than a simple boy meets girl story, which is how I’d begun to see it the first few years.
Well, either I’m going to over-explain what I can’t really explain, or we just admit that my mind travels to some other amazing place at night and these are images that I attempt to faithfully capture from those times.
via Faith is Torment | Art and Design Blog: Paintings by Nathan Spoor.

“Color in Love.”

The love letters between Leonard Kip Rhinelander and Alice Jones were read to giggling spectators in the courtroom on Nov. 21, 1925. – Bettmann/CORBIS
The lack of interest in Kanye West’s and Kim’s race stands in sharp contrast to the 1924 marriage and separation of Leonard “Kip” Rhinelander, son of the New York glitterati, and Alice Jones, a blue-collar woman with at least one black grandparent.
Theirs became perhaps the most examined interracial relationship in our nation’s history when Kip sued Alice for annulment on the grounds that she’d hid her “Negro blood” and intentionally deceived him into believing she was white.
The newspapers of the day alternatively called Alice a quadroon and octoroon. Quadroon was once used to describe someone who’s one-fourth black. An octoroon was the offspring of a quadroon and a white person. (All this talk of quadroons and octoroons now feels more than a little offensive and silly.)
Contemporary accounts vary as to whether Alice had one or two black grandparents. No matter the ratio of the mix, much of American society and statute adhered to the race standard colloquially called the “.”
Color in Love
Kip, 18, and Alice, 22, met in 1921 and began a three-year courtship.
Despite Rhinelander’s powerful and wealthy New York family taking measures to end his relationship with Alice, the two rendezvoused, wrote hundreds of letters to one another, and then eloped in October 1924.
The next month, the marriage was made public when The Standard-Star published a headline story titled “Rhinelanders’ Son Marries the Daughter of a Colored Man.”
Kip’s father immediately demanded he file for an annulment, and court proceedings began shortly thereafter.
The suit endeavored to prove Alice duped the stuttering, socially awkward, younger Kip and used sex to swindle her way into riches and high society. It was the celebrity nature of the Rhinelander family and the exposé of intimate marital details that turned the proceedings into a national spectacle.
To prove it was impossible to mask her race, the color of Alice Jones Rhinelander’s nipples was examined by judge and jury as evidence of her blackness.
Kip testified that Alice told him her complexion was courtesy of Spanish ancestry.
His lawyer attempted to show that all the dimwitted Kip wanted from Alice was sex and that he initially had no intentions of marrying her.
To this end, hotel trysts were described in excruciating detail and sensual passages from Alice’s love letters read aloud to show she was loose and licentious.
Read more via When One Of New York’s Glitterati Married A ‘Quadroon’ : Code Switch : NPR.

Scrap Metal Animals.

scrap-metal-bison-by-john-lopez-3Photos by John Lopez
Sculptor John Lopez was born and raised on a ranch in Western South Dakota.
In the midst of a successful career in bronze sculpting, Lopez discovered an exciting new direction: scrap iron sculpting.
“I am never bored! I look forward to each new creation, and it is helping me grow and develop as an artist,” he says. As he John explains on his website:
This unusual detour started when his beloved aunt, Effie Hunt, died in a rollover car accident.
Lopez moved to his widowed Uncle Geno Hunt’s ranch to build a family cemetery; his aunt would to be the first laid to rest there.
Uncle Geno opened his home and welding shop to Lopez, who completed a fence around the cemetery, then ran out of material.
The ranch is 35 miles from the nearest town or post office, so he went looking through the scrap iron on site.
After some experimentation, he finished a gate into the cemetery, and then made a small angel peering over the top of the gate.
The project gave him much personal satisfaction, and everyone who saw it was amazed at the result.
A new career path was born in that cemetery. Not wanting to depart from his bronze casting expertise, John found a way to merge the two art forms into a new hybrid sculpture of everyday objects mixed with limited edition bronze castings.
Hybrid Metal Art, a sculptural fusion of figurative and funk, a blend of iron and bronze.
You can find more of John’s incredible artwork on his website, blog and Facebook page.
via The Incredible Scrap Metal Animal Sculptures of John Lopez «TwistedSifter.

“The remote Pitcairn Island Bar.”


The treacherous road to the Pitcairn settlement. (Photo via
With no access by plane and a severely limited boat schedule, Pitcairn Island is one of the most remote inhabited locations on Earth, its closest neighbor being Tahiti, which is over 1,300 miles away.
The outcropping of volcanic rock is home to only 50 people, receives all of its power from three generators, and, despite its limited services, contains a single bar called Christian’s Cafe.
The island is best known as the final resting place of the H.M.S. Bounty which was burned and sunk in 1790 when the mutinous crew settled on the island, leaving the 50 remaining descendants to carry on their legacy.


Christian’s Cafe added spirits to its menu after 2009 when the local government lifted a law requiring a permit to purchase or consume alcohol.
The bar itself is a white-walled, single room affair with a view of the island’s tropical foliage, and is only open on Friday from 6:30 until “late.”
Essential drink: A tall glass of rum.
via Essential Guide: Bars at the End of the World | Atlas Obscura.