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Cabinet card photograph taken by a photograph from the W.J. Bell Photography Studio in Marie, Michigan...
Circa 1890's....
We have a sizable collection of post mortem photographs but had no full plates, about 6.5 x 8.5 inches and the largest size or portrait daguerreotypes that one usually finds, that were post mortem. This is our recent acquisition of an elderly woman in her coffin. It is dated in the case October 11, 1858.
nephew an first son-in law of Augustus
for educational purpose only
please do not use without permission
Reactive Game Development: The Talos Principle Postmortem Alen Ladavac | CTO, Croteam Davor Hunski | CCO, Croteam Location: Room 2005, West Hall Date: Monday, March 2 Time: 10:00am - 11:00am
Dear History,
For too long have I pondered your meaning, memorized dates of battles, years of servitude, decades of injustice, named eras after movements, mourned the extinction of species, cursed founding fathers, worn vintage suits and cloaked myself with references of your hold on me.
I have walked through museums wondering how it is that greatness had lived and died all before my time. Parts of me feared becoming great because it seemed to include a price of death and a postmortem glory that my memory could never resurrect. I've stared at paintings dying to catch glimpses of the painter, closed my eyes to listen to songs that drunken ghosts dance to, and all the while I've fought to FREE the present to BECOME.
In 1995, I stood with poets in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, barking metaphors at the new moon of the summer solstice wedging words into it's craters, sewing seeds through nightly wind.
In 1996, I forced the ocean back with words, fathered planets, climbed pyramids, and began to decipher the sirens song to conjure the dream-filled Children of the Night.
In 1997, I stood with prisoners in our nations capitol bending bars with the power of thought as wordsmiths served sentences and Hip Hop diddy-dandified itself: stealing golden calves from the Old Testament to smuggle into the lavish crib of Pontius Pilate for it's birthday party
In 1998, I swallowed fear and sun-danced on film reels, projecting a me that had not been into a me that ever shall be.
And HERE I stand, ten years the difference and witness to changing hands.
Dear History,
I beat you. I stand a generator of generations bearing witness to a world that we are holding accountable for past actions. Me and my friends, we're changing our diets, re-inventing marriage, check-mating capitalism, re-defining ethics, replacing cruelty with compassion, and have sworn not to re-elect the sins of the father.
We are casting our votes for so much more than a lesser of evils, but for change, and greater insight, for wisdom out of the mouths of babes, for races that bleed into ONE.
Dear History,
You are behind us and we are no longer looking back. We are standing on the threshold of new times, new days, new worlds, and charging forward without battle cry or trumpet, while cynicism, apathy, and cowardice take their place beside you, behind us.
Dear History,
We no longer believe in you. We have invested our our thoughts and dreams into the present moment and opportunity to shift our reality into one that does not resemble your dog-eared books.
We stand on the shoulders of those who have dared to dream and on the necks of those who have wasted their time and ours proclaiming a past past its prime.
Dear History,
Blitz! It's my turn now. You can have your mounds of flesh, leather boots, cannons and sabers, nooses and guillotines, warships and fighter planes, trails of tears and blood, genocides, dungeons and dragons, ghost stories and fairy tales..........
Come on guys! Help me out! ~ Saul
Reactive Game Development: The Talos Principle Postmortem Alen Ladavac | CTO, Croteam Davor Hunski | CCO, Croteam Location: Room 2005, West Hall Date: Monday, March 2 Time: 10:00am - 11:00am
This mortuary closed in 2009, and since then is decaying, not helped by a fractured water main inside at one point. There were three height adjustable tables; today only two remain, as one slab disappeared in Autumn 2012. It built in the 1940's to cope with casualties of the second world war. A sombre and interesting trip however.
I thought that I would score an easy home run on this image, since the deceased's full name is included, but I cannot find anything on Richart Farnsworth Fleming. If anyone can provide me with any information about Fleming or the unusual inclusion of knives, swords, and chains--which I feel must be Masonic or evidence of belonging in some other fraternal organization--I would be very grateful.
On the 1st of April, 2009, as the leaders of the 20 most powerful nations met in London, a man walking through the City was beaten by police; he subsequently died. Not only have police repeatedly lied about the events - initially stating they had had no contact with Ian Tomlinson prior to a passer-by finding him collapsed and dying - but they had their own pathologist do the postmortem, whose findings have been subsequently overruled by a second postmortem. A third postmortem is in the offing. Ian's family want answers.
Read the story here, watch a collection of footage taken by journalists and members of the public, each and every one of whom was breaking the law under anti-terror legislation by filming the police. Also in photos here.
Read about the "incident" which could have destroyed some of the essential evidence here.
Classic Game Postmortem: Star Control
Paul Reiche III | Co-Founder and Studio Head, Toys For Bob
Fred Ford | Co-Founder and CTO, Toys For Bob
Rob Dubbin | Writer and Developer, Independent
Location: Room 135, North Hall
Date: Wednesday, March 4
Time: 3:30pm - 4:30pm