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Frontispiece to Viaggio intorno al mondo fatto dalla nave Inglese il Delfino comandata dal caposqadra Byron (Florence, 1768), the first Italian edition of John Byron’s A Voyage Round the World in His Majesty’s Ship the Dolphin . . .  (London, 1767) [Rare Books Division].Imagine, after the first successful touchdown on the moon, that Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin returned to Earth with tales of moon giants.

“One day we suddenly saw a naked man of giant stature on the shore of the port, dancing, singing, and throwing dust on his head. […] When the giant was in the captain-general’s and our presence he marveled greatly, and made signs with one finger raised upward, believing that we had come from the sky. He was so tall that we reached only to his waist, and he was well proportioned…” – wikipedia

In 1520, the Magellan expedition, having reached South America, may as well have been on the moon – and who would doubt the first people to manage to make it from the Pacific to the Atlantic?

What if the follow-up Apollo missions also made the same claims?

More from the article:

In 1579, Sir Francis Drake’s ship chaplain, Francis Fletcher, wrote about meeting very tall Patagonians.

In the 1590s, Anthonie Knivet claimed he had seen dead bodies 12 feet (3.7 m) long in Patagonia.

Also in the 1590s, William Adams, an Englishman aboard a dutch ship rounding Tiera del Fuego reported a violent encounter between his ship’s crew and unnaturally tall natives.

That would seem to seal the deal – I mean, basketball coaches should be swarming the place like Farmville spam on a Facebook page, right?

The people encountered […] were in all likelihood the Tehuelches, indigenous to the region. Later writers consider the Patagonian giants to have been a hoax, or at least an exaggeration and mis-telling of earlier European accounts of the region. – wikipedia

How much of an exaggeration?

The men’s height ranges from five foot ten to six foot four. The women’s height is on average five foot six but can be close to six foot in some cases. – mnsu.edu‘s Tehuelche page

Say what you will about the robotic exploration of distant planets, but the Mars Pathfinder would never have claimed to have encountered twelve foot tall Martians.

(Unless it did.)

Tut-Teutul (The George C. Scott Problem)

George C. Scott in Dr. StrangeloveI’m short on time today, but I wanted to post up a quick thought on an issue that I’ve been batting around for a while now.

While examples are pervasive in all forms of media and fame, I was originally reminded of the dilemma by a posting over at Mr. Blog’s regarding Paul Teutul Sr.

I’ve never been a fan of American Chopper, but I’ve had a certain amount of secondhand exposure, and it strikes me that Mr. Teutul suffers from something I call The George C. Scott Problem.

I’ve long held that Scott was one of the finest actors of the previous century – his roles are landmark and often brilliant, but, still, everything I’ve read implies that, in his personal life, he was a bit of a brute.

From the Wikipedia:

Scott had a reputation for being moody and mercurial while on the set. “There is no question you get pumped up by the recognition,” he once said, “Then a self-loathing sets in when you realize you’re enjoying it.”

As we rapidly approach an age where ever facet of a celebrity’s life is on display, it becomes increasingly difficult to separate their private positions from their work; does Scott’s early philandering detract from his turn in Dr. Strangelove? Does the fact that I disagree with his politics make his realization of General Patton any less astounding; his role in The Changeling any less affecting?
George C. Scott in The Changeling
I realize there is a difference in maintaining a sense of personal privacy and putting your full life on display, but does his terrible parenting make Teutul Sr. any less of a master bike-builder?

What of Charlie Sheen or Edward Norton? What of Michael Jackson?

The Down-low

Acts of architectural daring are one of the few lasting memorials that will keep a name on people’s tongues – art, fashion, entertainment; all of these may pass into history based on the fickle opinion of the public, but, build a two-story bathroom and people will remember you.

From wikipedia (emphasis mine):

The Hooper-Bowler-Hillstrom House was built in 1871 in Belle Plaine, Minnesota by Sandford A. Hooper […] In 1886, it conveyed to Samuel Bowler, a founder of the State Bank of Belle Plaine and lumber-yard owner. Bowler added a new kitchen, buttery, and a five-hole, two-story outhouse that is connected to the house via a skyway.

I’m no outhouse expert, but five holes just seems decadent – I mean, for an outhouse.

The More Things Change

Gilles de Rais - from WikipediaThere seems to be a perennial temptation on the part of civilization – or, at least, western civilization, although I’d guess its a universal human trait – to believe we live in the most morally bankrupt era yet known; that everything is falling apart around us.

What we need is a true knight in shining armour to help guide us out of this corrupt time of murderers, thieves, and (to borrow Billy Winnipeg’s term) kiddy fiddlers.

Enter Gilles de Rais (and wikipedia):

Gilles de Rais, seigneur et baron de Rais (1404–1440) was a Breton knight, a leader in the French army and a companion-in-arms of Joan of Arc.

Fantastic! A thousand more men like him and we’d be –

In 1434/5, he retired from military life, depleted his wealth by staging an extravagant theatrical spectacle of his own composition and dabbled in the occult.

Ok, Ok, sure – but sometimes rich people do stupid things, and, seriously, who wasn’t dabbling in the occult back then?

After 1432 Gilles engaged in a series of child murders, his victims possibly numbering in the hundreds.

Oh.

In his own confession, Gilles testified that “when the said children were dead, he kissed them and those who had the most handsome limbs and heads he held up to admire them, and had their bodies cruelly cut open and took delight at the sight of their inner organs; and very often when the children were dying he sat on their stomachs and took pleasure in seeing them die and laughed…”

Ugh. I’m sure glad we don’t live in those barbaric olden days.