Restraint

Badass of the Month (First in a series)

On this first day of the Octomonth (birthstone: opal; flower: calendula), I would like to introduce you to Hedy Lamarr, the first (of many) BADASS OF THE MONTH(s):

Hedy Smoking

“Any girl can be glamorous. All she has to do is stand still and look stupid.”

Hedy was a successful actress as a young teenager, but her big breaththrough came in the controversial Bohemian (as in, from Bohemia) film, Ecstasy. It was 1933, and people were excited and outraged about a skinny dipping scene; the most outstanding thing about this movie, however, is that it was the first studio film to have a sex scene in it — and the first to depict a female orgasm.

The movie is special not just for its prurient content (and it should be said, the camera never leaves the actors’ faces when things get heavy), but for being an powerful study of a young woman’s sexual empowerment. It was released a year before the Hays Code crackdown began, and so there’s no moral play at work. No virgin/whore complex to feed, no pretense that women live identically sexless lives, who only acquiesce to their husbands after shopping trips (while thinking about their kitchen duties the entire time).

Ecstasy

After Ecstasy’s release, Hedy married an controlling Austro-fascist arms manufacturer thirty years her senior who forbade her from making movies. He would take her with him to his business meetings (where military technology and highly technical problems were debated), and force her to entertain at his parties (which Mussolini often attended).

In 1937, after having enough of his crap (and after being forced by her husband to sleep with Hitler to get an arms contract), Hedy dressed up for a ‘party’, drugged her husband, and left Austria (with all of her magnificently expensive jewelry).

Over the next 10 years she made close to twenty films, had two children, and developed a backstage reputation as a voracious bisexual (second only to her sometimes-lover, Marlon Brando). In her time, she was reportedly involved with Frank Sinatra, Clark Gable, Jimmy Stewart, Johnny Carson, Howard Huges, Errol Flynn, JFK, and even Charlie Chaplin.

“I don’t think that anyone would call me a lesbian, it’s just that I seem to be the type that other women get queer ideas about.”

More importantly, however, she also did this.

U.S. Patent #2292387

U.S. Patent #2292387

That is the design drawing for her 1942 invention of Frequency Hopping Spread Spectrum communication, upon which all WiFi, CDMA cell networks, and countless other technologies rely. It went like this: Radio controlled torpedoes are more accurate than ‘dumb’ torpedoes, but it’s easy to jam the frequency that the torpedo control channel is on. By rapidly changing the frequency that the control channel was transmitted on, you prevent the adversary from jamming your signals.

Working with experimental composer George Anthiel (who once composed a symphony that required 16 player pianos), she placed a modified piano roll in the torpedo and the controller plane, allowing them to switch frequencies in sync with each other. Unfortunately, it was nearly two decades later before her the importance and potential of her invention was realized. The Navy of the time did not take seriously a device invented by a woman that ran on musical equipment, and suggested to Hedy that she could best support the war effort elsewhere. She did, once raising $7,000,000 in a single event where she sold kisses for fifty grand each. (When honored by the EFF in 1997 for her contribution of spread spectrum technology, she was quoted as saying “It’s about time.”)

Her later years were noteworthy for her lavish parties, five husbands, two shoplifting arrests, a star on Hollywood’s walk of fame, and a Boeing recruitment ad featuring her as a woman of science, with no mention of her film career.

So, here’s to you, Hedy Lamarr. You kicked ass, you took names, you did what you wanted, who you wanted, when you wanted, and you changed the world.

Hedy Lamarr

“Jack Kennedy always said to me, Hedy, get involved. That’s the secret of life. Try everything. Join everything. Meet everybody. “

Red Skies over Sydney

Red Dust: Photos from the Sydney dust storm.

Opera House, NSW Maritime

10 * 365.25

Ten years ago today, I waited outside HMV for it to open in the morning so I could pick up a copy of The Fragile at the very moment it was released.

Ten years later, I’m cursing ebay regularly trying to find a non-bootleg vinyl copy for less than $100.

This lot is what dreams are made of.

Proposed topic for tonight’s dinner

Norman Borlaug, “the plant scientist who did more than anyone else in the 20th century to teach the world to feed itself,” has died at age 95. On the staff of the Rockefeller Foundation in Mexico, Borlaug “developed a “miracle wheat” that tripled grain output and moved the country to self-sufficiency. Dr. Borlaug then took his high-yield, disease-resistant wheat to Pakistan and India, averting the mass famine and starvation that had been widely predicted.

Yet, despite his achievement, and being one of only five people to have won the Nobel Peace Prize, the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Congressional Gold Medal, Borlaug was hardly a household name: a 1997 Atlantic profile described him as the “forgotten benefactor of humanity.

(Post by NotMyselfRightNow, via MeFi.)

2-(3-[4-(3-chlorophenyl)piperazin-1-yl]propyl) – [1,2,4]triazolo[4,3-a]pyridin-3(2H)-one

(One of) my therapist(s) has recommended that I keep a private daily journal, as well as an ongoing ‘worry list’ in point form. I have not been very successful with either task.

Right now, I am worried about:

  • Not being able to fall asleep
  • Falling asleep and getting too little sleep to function well tomorrow
  • Falling asleep with the help of a sleeping pill and being too chemically hungover to wake up in the morning
  • An early-morning meeting at work
  • Money to pay for:
    • Various outstanding bills related to moving
    • New hard drives (and a new media server to put them in) to replace the ones that have been failing (with data loss) over the last two months
    • The trip to NYC I took last weekend
    • Expenses incurred returning home by bus as a result of the (borrowed, ten year old) car blowing a gasket in upstate New York
    • A trip to Albany this weekend to go pick up the soon-to-be-repaired car and bring it back to Ottawa
    • Whatever part of the massive car repair bill the owner of the car doesn’t feel like paying
  • If I’m going to lose 4 1/2 weeks saved vacation time due to sick leave / insurance issues at work
  • Not being able to do an Ad·ver·sary (or Cyanotic, or…) tour in the next 12 months due to a lack of vacation time
  • How a number of different people (and animals) that I love are doing
  • Not having nearly enough time.

Hoping for a quiet day and a quieter evening, tomorrow.

I am zero means zero

Yup, it’s true. I can’t keep it a secret any longer.

Shakespearian hero, drowner, drinker, last link to Camelot

Reading the coverage of Ted Kennedy’s death over the last couple of days, I was struck by two things: how much more human Mulroney’s comments are than the terrible statement given by Harper (especially compared to how Harper eulogized Reagan), and how much the surviving male Kennedys look like JFK.

Kennedy Children

Patrick Kennedy looks just like his uncle John’s portrait.

JFK official portrait

(Post title appropriated from Jeffrey Zeldman.)

A day at war

Photos from the Canadian War Museum

New Friends

Blinky "Wrathov" Khan

Mothra "Scrambles" Khan

Things that make you go blog

Things that make me sad:

  • Not having support you need from friends
  • Discussing power and gender
  • Staying up all night (because you can’t sleep)
  • Not having what you need to cook what you want
  • Really missing the cats you lived with

Things that make me happy:

  • Connecting with people you should have met a long time ago
  • Discussing politics and strategy
  • Staying up all night (because you don’t want to sleep)
  • Breaking in new dishes with delivery pizza
  • Finalizing plans to pick up new kittens