BANANAS! Pt. 1!

Okay, okay, I'm sincerely sorry for the lateness of this post. *Gives evil eye to Person 1*
Yes. Well. I'm here! Never fear! (Okay, is that cliche, or what?) And I'm back with a nursery rhyme!
Yeah, Person 1 was getting annoyed at me for chanting it in French class. Well, what can I say? I got a 97. Poo.
So: here we go!
FORM! BANANAS! FORM! FORM! BANANAS!
PEEL! BANANAS! PEEL, PEEL, BANANAS!
GO! BANANAS! GO! GO! BANANAS! 
I...gotta go now. SciO Scrimmage is tomorrow, and I'm seriously freaking out about my telescopes part...so. Bye for now! I'll post Pt. 2 ASAP!
-RGD 

The Mark of Athena

So: here we are, about three weeks away from the release of The Son of Neptune! The freaking annoying thing about that is: We have to wait a whole other freaking year until its sequel, The Mark of Athena comes out. How annoying can you get?
Anyways. Do any of you have thoughts on what this book will be about, eh? My guess: Annabeth will be vital to the quest. If you read The Son of Neptune, you should know that Ella the harpy said:

"Wisdom's daughter walks alone, the Mark of Athena burns through Rome."

Sounds fun, right? Wisdom's (that's Athena for all your knuckleheads out there--XD) daughter (Most likely, it's talking about Annabeth) walks alone, (Which probably means that she's going to find the Doors of Death without any help) the Mark of Athena (Well, Daedalus was branded by Athena, so what if something happens to Annabeth? Maybe she's Athena's favorite daughter, so she's like the "Mark of Her Mother") burns through Rome (Now, that part just sounds plain NASTY).
Fun. Well, we'll just have to wait until the entire schisty "The Mark of Athena" comes out. Ah, well. We can just languish and drown in our schoolwork until it comes out.

~RomanGreekDemi (Person 11)

The Not-So-Grand Canyon

So, yeah. Long time no see…hope that you guys missed me (not!). Anyways, yep, some of you guys might have heard that I toured the West this summer. And let me tell you, the “Grand Canyon” most certainly does NOT deserve the title “Grand”. I can vouch on that. All you get to do there is stand on observation decks and go “OOOH!” as you watch birds soar across the sky, and really long and hot trails. I mean, come ON—it was literally 115 degrees Fahrenheit outside.

Anyways, it’s boring, totally not worth to see it, and it will either give you a really bad tan or a huge sunburn. (Wow, it looks like ‘Sunbum’ when I typed this up on Microsoft Word.) And I didn’t even get to go on the skywalk mentioned in The Lost Hero! How dumb is that?! But, of course, my dad decided to not to go there ‘cause there’s this site called “TripAdvisor” and it got a two-and-a-half stars rating. Talk about annoying.  So, it’s a horseshoe-shape of glass that is really hard to get to buy the shuttle bus and the people in there are really smelly because they’ve been hiking all day. So? The view should pay it off, so why are people still giving it one-stars? I know that I’m not being really nice, but, hey…it’s the truth.

Meanwhile, Bryce Canyon is much more amazing. It’s in Utah, which relieves some of the heat that you experience in the Grand Canyon. And there’s also a brisk, fresh wind because it is on the tops of mountains, which gives you a lovelier and grander (heh, heh…ironic, no?) view of Bryce Canyon than the views that the Grand Canyon has to offer does the Grand Canyon. In fact, there was a raven on one of the tall posts that wasn’t scared of humans, strangely, but it was nice as I took several close-up pictures of the black bird.

So, yeah, I’d suggest Bryce Canyon over the Grand Canyon. Bryce Canyon would be, to most people, the king and the Grand Canyon would be the emperor. *Person 11 flips the two around.* There, that’s better!

Yes, I’m being annoyed by the TV channel the television is currently tuned to, Bloomberg News while typing this (hey, I can’t exactly control what my dad watches!)…so this is a short post. Sorry. Well, better than nothing!

-Person 11

The Son of Neptune

Preview! THE COVER:



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Dynamite Parody...

Dynamite Parody

By: Person 11 and Rainfire37

I’m havin’ fun, fun, fun, fun

For president I wanna run, run, run, run

I’m gonna sleep out in the sun, sun, sun, sun

The doctor says I weigh a ton, ton, ton, ton

Yeah, yeah

'Cause it goes on and on and on

And it goes on and on and on

I throw my homework in the air sometimes

Sayin' AYO

I'll take a zero

I throw my Skittles in the air sometimes

Sayin' AYO

Hey look a rainbow

'Cause we Prinzonians

We can go all night

We party until

We see dynamite

'Cause I told you once

Now I tell you twice

We Prinzonians

We like dynamite

My lion roared, roared, roared, roared

Found out that Riptide is a sword, sword, sword, sword

My teacher made me sing a chord, chord, chord, chord

Of Percy, Annabeth is bored, bored, bored, bored*

Yeah, yeah

'Cause it goes on and on and on

And it goes on and on and on

Let's throw the planet in the trash sometimes

Sayin' AYO

Well there's still Pluto

I throw a drachma in the air sometimes

Little Nero

Hey where's Apollo?

'Cause we Prinzonians

We can go all night

We party until

We see dynamite

'Cause I told you once

Now I tell you twice

We Prinzonians

We like dynamite

My health homework is now due overtime

Sayin' uh-oh

My score is zero

I wanna celebrate and live my life

Eatin' Oreos

Land on Pluto

'Cause we Prinzonians

We can go all night

We party until

We see dynamite

'Cause I told you once

Now I tell you twice

We Prinzonians

We like dynamite

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*Hmmm.... if Annabeth is getting bored of Percy.... THE WORLD IS ENDING! Oh, wait a second... it already ended about two billion times, and 10 times because Stephen Chu said that my Kane Chronicles bookmark was good. The nerve! But anyways, Annabeth's bored of Percy? Rick Riordan better not do that. Percabeth, anyone? [*coughs loudly*: no 'Perlia' (Percy and Thalia? Bleah... they can't even stop fighting each other, as shown in The Titan's Curse) or 'Prachel' (Percy and Rachel, even worse! Rachel's the Oracle) or anything like that.]

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I must take back my comments that Person 1 should be a beta reader. She spelt 'Caesar' wrong (*I'll give you the evil eye this time*). And, yes, I am known as 'Giggles' by Ms. Tree-Tree, (a.k.a. Ms. Triolo, my gym teacher) or 'GG' due to my sudden and unexpected bursts of laughter. Here's a good example:
I was reviewing the dynamite parody after I finished the math state test, part two (unfortunately, the test itself wasn't finished). I saw Person 1... erm, doodling in her test book, and broke out into a git of giggles. Serena, Grace's sister (oh, yes, I must tell Person 1 the Grace thinks that she is boring being she talks now) called it the 'silent giggle' stage, the stage where I either turn red, pink, or in extreme cases, purple. Seriously, it happened in drawing class. Did I mention I hate people spazzing me?

There you go. A very good example. WHO WANTS VIRTUAL CAKE???????????
P.S. I got National. Hmph, Person 1 was only one of the two people to get Presidential (gives Person 1 the evil eye again)

-Person 11

Just Another Long-Waited Post

RAH RAH RAH!!! I'm BACK!!! YIPPEE!!! VIRTUAL CAKE ON SALE!!!...

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Ok, of course I'm  the one who has to apologise for the latest of this post *gives evil eye to Person 11*, cause I'm the one who has the heart to actually post at least once a month EVEN WHEN IT'S NOT MY TURN. So...yah...

OH MY GOLLY GOD!!! WALLOPING WEBSNAPPERS!!! GREAT CAESURS GHOST!!! MERLINS KNICKERS!!! ALL THE IRP PRESENTATIONS ARE OVER!!! YES!!! That means we get to get our grades, and I'm SUPER nervous. I mean, we've been doing our IRPs for, like, since October, AND IT ONLY COUNTS AS ONE SCIENCE GRADE. Grrr. Then there's the essay... all the kids on the grade below us are so lucky. They don't have to do a 3-5 PAGE ESSAY!!! And yes Person 11, it is PAGES, not pargraphs. I asked last years kids. AND THAT 3-5 PAGE ESSAY ONLY COUNTS AS ONE WRITING GRADE!!! ONE!!! All that work...*sniff sniff*

Well, on the other hand (who came up with that anyway! I mean, if you keep on saying "on the other hand" more than twice, you seriously got something funky going on with your cell reproduction. OMG, I was thinking of health when I typed that. OMG OMG OMG. I DID NOT MEAN IT IN THAT WAY!!! I MEANT AS IN MUTATIONS!!! MUTAGENS!!! DDT EXPOSURE!!! ALL THAT FUN STUFF!!!) I finished the physical fitness test and got presidential! Yippee! *I will not reveal what Person 11 got. They can tell you in the comments or in they're next post*

Ok, If you got any questions about what I posted, you can ask me (if you now me) at school. THIS IS NOT PERSON 11- aka- GIGGLES

-Person 1

CHINCHILLA

This post is all about chinchillas. Promise. I refuse to get off track. Hmph.  Speaking of going off track, does anyone here do track+feild? That sports fine I suppose, but all you do is run, run, run, run, and, waaaaiiiiiiit, hold on...run. Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah. There isn't even a goal besides run, win, yippee.
PERSON87584752490309348786290902856205754864398560258690438569104: Go!!!!!!!!!!!
RUNNERS: *startes running*
RUNNER 3: *reaches the finish line*Yay!I'm first!I WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!
^That^was an example. I prefer soccer. Personally, if I actually had to do track+feild, I would, like, do something...weeeell, lets just say it would be one of the flies in my ointment. Bleh, who thought of that saying? It reminds me of cat hair on a couch...do chinchillas leave hair on the couch?Well, they probably- WAIT!!!I DID NOT GET SIDETRACKED!!!YAAAAAAAAY!!!By the way, exclamation marks are practically pointless unless you put 3 of 'em!!!

-Person 1
 
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Thomas Alva Edison

Today is a very special day for Mr. Edison. It's his (drumroll) 164th birthday!!! A very not-so-brief biography of him (source: Thomas Edison Home Page):

"... Thomas Edison was more responsible than any one else for creating the modern world ....  No one did more to shape the physical/cultural makeup of  present day civilization.... Accordingly, he was the most influential figure of the millennium...."  The Heroes Of The Age: Electricity And Man

Surprisingly, little "Al" Edison, who was the last of seven children in his family, did not learn to talk until he was almost four years of age.  Immediately thereafter, he began pleading with every adult he met to explain the workings of just about everything he encountered. If they said they didn't know, he would look them straight in the eye with his deeply set and vibrant blue-green eyes and ask them "Why?"
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Contrary to popular belief, Thomas Edison was not born into poverty in a backwater mid-western town. Actually, he was born -on Feb. 11, 1847 - to middle-class parents in the bustling port of Milan, Ohio, a community that - next to Odessa, Russia - was the largest wheat shipping center in the world. In 1854, his family moved to the vibrant city of Port Huron, Michigan, which ultimately surpassed the commercial preeminence of both Milan and Odessa....

At age seven - after spending 12 weeks in a noisy one-room schoolhouse with 38 other students of ll ages - Tom's overworked and short tempered teacher finally lost his patience with the child's persistent questioning and seemingly self centered behavior.  Noting that Tom's forehead was unusually broad and his head was considerably larger than average, he made no secret of his belief that the hyperactive youngster's brains were "addled" or scrambled.

If modern psychology had existed back then, Tom would have probably been deemed a victim of ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) and proscribed a hefty dose of the "miracle drug" Ritalin. Instead, when his beloved mother - whom he recalled "was the making of me...  [because] she was always so true and so sure of me...  And always made me feel I had someone to live for and must not disappoint." - became aware of the situation, she promptly withdrew him from school and began to "home-teach" him.  Not surprisingly, she was convinced her son's slightly unusual demeanor and physical appearance were merely outward signs of his remarkable intelligence.

      

     A descendant of the distinguished Elliot family of New England, New York born Nancy Edison was the devout and attractive daughter of a highly respected Presbyterian minister and an accomplished   educator in her own right.  After the above incident, she commenced teaching her favorite son the "Three Rs" and the Bible. Meanwhile, his rather "worldly" and roguish father, Samuel, encouraged him to read the great classics, giving him a ten cents reward for each one he completed. 

     It wasn't long thereafter that the serious minded youngster developed a deep interest in world history and English literature. Interestingly, many years later, Tom's abiding fondness for Shakespeare's plays lead him to briefly consider becoming an actor. However, because of his high-pitched voice and his extreme shyness before every audience - except those he was trying to influence into helping him finance an invention - he soon gave up the idea.

     Tom especially enjoyed reading and reciting poetry. His life-long favorite was Gray's Elegy In A Country Churchyard. Indeed, his favorite lines - which he endlessly chanted to himself and any within hearing distance - came from its 9th stanza: “The boast of heraldry of pomp and power, All that beauty all that wealth ere gave, Alike await the inevitable hour. The path to glory leads but to the grave.”     At age 11, Tom's parents tried to appease his ever more voracious appetite for knowledge by teaching him how to use the resources of the local library. This skill became the foundation of many factors that gradually caused  him to prefer learning via independent self instruction. 



     Starting with the last book on the bottom shelf, Tom set out to systematically read every book in the stacks.  Wisely, however, his parents promptly guided him into  towards being more selective in what he read.... By age 12, Tom had not only completed Gibbon's Rise And Fall Of The Roman Empire, Sears' History Of The World, and Burton's Anatomy Of Melancholy, he had devoured The World Dictionary of Science and a number of works on Practical Chemistry.

     Unfortunately, in spite of their noble efforts, Tom's dedicated parents eventually found themselves incapable of addressing his ever increasing  interest in the  Sciences.  For example, when he began to question them about concepts dealing with Physics - such as those contained in Isaac Newton's great "Principia" - they were utterly stymied.  Accordingly, they scraped enough money together to hire a clever tutor to help their precocious son in trying to understand Newton's complex mathematical principles and unique style....

     Unfortunately, this experience had some negative affects on the highly impressionable boy. He was  so disillusioned by how Newton's sensational theories were written in classical aristocratic terms -which he felt were unnecessarily confusing to the average person -he overreacted and developed  a hearty dislike for all such "high-tone" language and mathematics....

     On the other hand, the simple beauty of Newton's physical laws did not escape him. In fact, they very much helped him sharpen his own free wheeling style of clear thinking, proving all things to himself through his own method of objective examination and experimentation."    Tom's response to the Principia also enhanced his propensity towards gleaning insights from the writings and activities of other great men and women of wisdom,   never forgetting that even they might be entrenched in preconceived dogma and mired down in associated error....

      All the while he was cultivated a strong sense of perseverance, readily expending whatever amount of perspiration needed to overcome challenges. This was a characteristic that he later noted was contrary to the way most people respond to stress and strain on their body....  The key upshot of this attribute was that his unique mental, and physical, stamina stood him in good stead when he took on the incredible rigors of a being a successful  inventor in the late 19th Century....

   Oddly, a factor that  shaped Tom's personality in both a negative and a positive way was  his  poor   hearing.... Even though this condition -and the fact that he had only three months of formal schooling - prevented him from taking advantage of the benefits of a secondary education in contemporary mathematics, physics, and engineering, he never let it interfere with  finding ways   of  compensating....     More precisely,  it was this his  highly individualistic  style of acquiring knowledge that eventually  led  him to  question scores  of the prevailing theories on the workings of electricity..... Approaching  this complex field  like a "lone eagle," he  used his kaleidoscopic mind  and his legendary memory, dexterity, and patience to  perform  whatever experiments were  necessary to  come up with his own   related      theories...    As many  of his contemporaries continued to  indulge the  popular electrical pontifications of the day, he was ever sharpening his now ingrained  style of  dispassionate and bold analysis....  "I accept almost nothing dealing with electricity without thoroughly testing it first." he often  declared.  Not surprisingly, by arming his brains  with  this    perspective,  he soon established a firm foothold in the world of practical electrical science    And of course, at the dawn of the "Age Of Electric Light And Power," nothing   could  have better served his ultimate destiny in the field of invention...

Returning to the story of  his youth, by age 12, Tom had  already  become an  "adult." He had  not only talked his parents into letting him go to work selling newspapers, snacks, and candy on the local railroad, he had started an entirely separate business selling fruits and vegetables.....

  And at age 14 -during the time of  the famous pre-Civil War debates between Lincoln and Douglas -he exploited his access to the associated news releases that were being teletyped into the station each day and published them in his own little newspaper.    Focusing  upon such newsworthy "scoops," he quickly enticed over 300  commuters to subscribe to his splendid little paper:  the Weekly Herald....   Interestingly, because this was the first such publication  ever to be type-set, printed, and sold on a train,  an English journal now gave him his first exposure to international notoriety when it related  this story  in 1860. 



      After his hero, Abraham Lincoln, was  nominated for president, Tom not only distributed campaign literature on his behalf, he  peddled flattering photographs of "the great emancipator."  (Interestingly, some 25 years later, Tom's associated feelings about abolition caused him to select Brockton, Massachusetts as the first place to model  the first standardized central power system, described elsewhere on the Brockton web site.)

At its peak, Tom's mini-publishing venture  netted him more than ten dollars per day. Because this was considerably more than enough to provide for his own support, he had a good deal of extra income, most of which went towards outfitting the chemical laboratory he had set up in the basement of his home. But hen his usually patient and tolerant mother finally complained about the odors and danger of all the "poisons" he was amassing, he transferred most of them to a locked room in the basement and put the remainder in his locker room on the train.
 
One day, while traversing a bumpy section of track, the train lurched, causing a stick of phosphorous to roll onto the floor and ignite. Within moments, the baggage car caught fire. The conductor was so angry, he severely chastised the boy and struck him with a powerful blow on the side of his head. Purportedly, this may  have aggravated some of the loss of  hearing he may have inherited and from  a later bout he had with scarlet fever.  In any case, the station master  penalized him by  restricting him to peddling his  newspaper to venues in railroad stations along the track ....

Remarkably,  years later and  not long after he had acquired the means to have an operation that "would have likely restored his hearing," he flatly refused to act upon the option.... His rationale was that he was afraid he "would have difficulty re-learning how to channel his thinking in an ever more  noisy world."  Whatever the cause for this defect,   by the time Tom was 14 years of age, it  was  virtually impossible for him to acquire knowledge in a typical educational setting. Amazingly,  however, he never seemed to fret a whole lot over the matter. Naturally inclined towards accepting his fate in life - and promptly  adapting to whatever he was convinced was out of his control -he always reacted by committing  himself to compensating via  alternative methods....

Ultimately, Tom  became totally deaf in his left ear, and approximately 80% deaf in his right ear. Poignantly, he once stated that the worst thing about this condition was that he was unable to enjoy the beautiful sounds of singing birds.  Indeed, he loved the creatures so much, he later amassed an aviary containing  over 5,000 of them. One day while he was on the train, the stationmaster's very young son happened to wander onto the tracks in front of an oncoming boxcar. Tom leaped to action.  Luckily - as they tumbled away from its oncoming wheels - they  ended up being only slightly injured.

      

   Now, one of the most significant events in Tom's life occurred when - as a reward for his heroism - the child's grateful father taught him how to master the use of Morse code and the telegraph. In the "age of telegraphy," this was  akin to being introduced to learning how to use a state-of-the-art computer.

     By age 15, Tom had pretty much mastered the basics of this fascinating new career and obtained a job as a replacement for one of the thousands of "brass pounders" (telegraph operators) who had gone off to serve in the Civil War. He now had a golden opportunity to enhance his speed and efficiency in sending and receiving code and performing experiments designed to  improve this device....
     Once the Civil War ended, to his mother's great dismay,  Tom decided that it was time to "seek his fortune." So, over the next few years, he meandered throughout the Central States, supporting himself as a "tramp operator".

      At age 16, after working in a variety of telegraph offices, where he performed numerous "moonlight" experiments, he finally came up with his  first authentic invention. Called an "automatic repeater," it transmitted telegraph signals between unmanned stations, allowing virtually anyone to easily and accurately translate code at their own speed and convenience. Curiously, he never patented the initial version of this idea.



     In 1868 - after making a name for himself amongst fellow telegraphers for being a rather flamboyant and quick witted character who enjoyed playing "mostly harmless" practical jokes - he returned home one day ragged and penniless. Sadly, he found his parents in an even worse predicament.... First, his beloved mother was beginning to show signs of insanity "which was probably  aggravated by the strains of an often difficult life." Making matters worse, his rather impulsive father had just quit his job and the local bank was about to foreclose on the family homestead.

     Tom promptly came to grips with the pathos of this situation and - perhaps for the first time in his life -  also resolved to come to grips with a number of his own immature shortcomings. After a good deal of  soul searching, he finally decided that the best thing he could do would be to get right back out on his own and try to make some serious money....

     Shortly thereafter, Tom accepted the suggestion of a fellow "lightening slinger" named Billy Adams to come East and apply for a permanent job as a telegrapher with the relatively prestigious Western Union Company in Boston. His willingness to travel over a thousand miles from home was at least partly influenced by the fact that he had been given a free rail ticket by the local street railway company for some repairs he had done for them.  The most important factor, however, was the fact that Boston was considered to be "the hub of the scientific, educational, and cultural universe at this time...."



     Throughout the mid-19th century, New England had many features that were analogous to today's Silicon Valley in California. However, instead of being a haven for the thousands of young "tekkies" - who communicate with each other in computerese and internet code of today - it was the home of scores of young telegraphers who anxiously stayed abreast of the emerging age of electricity and the telephone etc. by conversing with  via Morse code.

     During these latter days of the "age of the telegraph," Tom toiled 12 hours a day and six days a week for Western Union. Meanwhile, he continued "moonlighting" on his own projects and, within six months,  had applied for and received his very first patent. A beautifully constructed electric vote-recording machine, this first "legitimate" invention he was to come up with turned out to be a disaster. 

     When he tried to market it to members of the Massachusetts Legislature, they thoroughly denigrated it, claiming "its speed in tallying votes would disrupt the delicate political status-quo." The specific issue was that  - during times of stress - political groups regularly relied upon the brief delays that were provided by the process of manually counting votes to influence and hopefully change the opinions of their colleagues.... "This is exactly what we do not want" a seasoned politician scolded him, adding that "Your invention would not only destroy the only hope the minority would have in influencing legislation, it would deliver them over - bound hand and foot - to the majority."

     Although Tom was very much disappointed by this turn of events, he immediately grasped the implications. Even though his remarkable invention allowed each voter to instantly cast his vote from his seat - exactly as it was supposed to do - he realized his idea was so far ahead of its time it was completely devoid of any immediate sales appeal.

     Because of his continuing desperate need for money, Tom now made a critically significant adjustment in his, heretofore, relatively naive outlook on the world of business and marketing.... From now on,  he vowed, he would "never waste time inventing things that people would not want to buy."

     It is important to add here that it was during Tom's 17 month stint in Boston that he was first exposed to lectures at Boston Tech (which was founded in 1861 and became the Mass. Institute of Technology in 1916) and the ideas of several associates on the state-of-the-art of "multiplexing" telegraph signals. This theory and related experimental quests involved the transmission of electrical impulses at different frequencies over telegraph wires, producing horn-like simulations of the human voice and even crude images (the first internet?) via an instrument called the harmonic telegraph.

     Not surprisingly, Alexander Graham Bell, who was also living in Boston at the time, was equally fascinated by this exciting new aspect of communication science. And no wonder. The principles surrounding it  ultimately led to the invention of the first articulating telephone, the first fax machine, the first microphone, etc.

     During this epiphany,  Edison also became very well acquainted with Benjamin Bredding. Bredding's family obligations combined with his business naivte prevented him from persuing his dreams. The same age as Bell and Edison, this 21 year old genius would soon  provide critically important assistance to Bell in perfecting long distance telephony, the first reciprocating telephone, and the magneto phone. A crack electrician, Bredding, with Watson's assistance, later set up  the world's first two-way long distance telephone apparatus for his close friend Alexander Graham Bell, who at the time "knew almost nothing about electricity."

Copyrighted - never before published - tintype of Bredding and Bell in October of 1876 on the day they successfully communicated across Boston's Charles River in the world's first long distance two-way telephone conversation. i.e., "The world's first practical telephone conversation."

     Bredding had originally worked for the well known promoter, George B. Stearns, who - with Bredding's help - had beaten everyone to the punch when he obtained the first patent for a duplex telegraph line. A device that exploits the fact that electromagnetism and the number and direction of wire windings associated with a connection between telegraph keys can influence the current that flows between them, and greatly facilitate two-way telegraphic communication, it powerfully intrigued Edison....



      Stearns,  finally sold the patent for this highly significant cost-cutting invention to Western Union for $750,000. Bredding (and Edison, of course) wound up getting absolutely nothing from the venture. In the meantime, however, Bredding provided his pal, Tom  Edison, with his first detailed introduction and understanding of the state-of-the-art of the harmonograph and the multiplex transmitter....

     Unlike Edison, Bredding was an extremely modest individual with little taste for aggrandizement and self promotion... The pathetic upshot of all this was that - while the caprice associated with the rough and tumble world of patenting inventions in the mid-19th century ultimately crushed Bredding's innately mild and somewhat naive spirit  and his extraordinary potential - it merely spurred the tough-minded Edison on to not only improve the duplex transmitter, but to later patent the world's first quadruplex transmitter....

Deeply in debt and about to be fired by Western Union for "not concentrating on his primary responsibilities and doing too much moonlighting," Edison now borrowed $35.00 from his fellow telegrapher and "night owl" pal, Benjamin Bredding, to purchase a steamship ticket to the "more commercially oriented city of New York."
During the third week after arriving in "the big apple" Tom (seen left) was purportedly "on the verge of starving to death." At this precipitous juncture, one of the most amazing coincidences in the annals of technological history now began to unfold.  Immediately after having begged a cup of tea from a street vendor, Tom began to meander through some of the offices in New |York's financial district. Observing that the manager of  a local brokerage firm was in a panic, he eventually determined that  a critically important stock-ticker in his office had just broken down....

    Noting that no one in the crowd that had gathered around the defective machine seemed to have a clue on how to fix it, he elbowed his way into the scene and grasped a momentary opportunity to have a go at addressing what was wrong himself.... Luckily, since he had been sleeping in the basement of the building for a few days - and doing quite a bit of snooping around - he already had a pretty good idea of what the device was supposed to do.

     After spending  a few seconds confirming exactly how the stock ticker was intended to work in the first place, Tom reached down and manipulated a loose spring back to where it belonged.  To everyone's amazement, except Tom's, the device began to run perfectly.

     The office manager was so ecstatic, he made an on-the-spot decision to hire Edison to make all such repairs for the busy company for a salary of $300.00 per month.... This was not only more than what his pal Benjamin Bredding was making back in Boston but twice the going rate for a top electrician in New York City. Later in life, Edison recalled that the incident was more euphoric than anything he ever experienced in his life because it made him feel as though he had been "suddenly delivered out of abject poverty and into prosperity."

Success at last!

     It should come as no surprise that, during his free time, Edison soon resumed  his habit of "moonlighting" with the telegraph, the quadruplex transmitter, the stock-ticker, etc. Shortly thereafter, he was absolutely astonished - in fact he nearly fainted - when a corporation paid him $40,000 for all of his rights to the latter device.

     Convinced that no bank would honor the large check he was given for it, which was the first "real" money he had ever received for an invention, young Edison walked around for hours in a stupor, staring at it in amazement. Fearful that someone would steal it, he laid the cash out on his bed and stayed up all night, counting it over and over in disbelief. The next day a wise friend told him to deposit it in a bank forthwith and to just forget about it for a while.



     A few weeks later, Edison wrote a series of poignant letters back home to his father: "How is mother getting along?... I am now in a position to give you some cash... Write and say how much....Give mother anything she wants...." Interestingly, It was at  this time that he also repaid Bredding the $35.00 he had borrowed  earlier.

     Over the next three years, Edison's progress in creating successful inventions for industry really took off....  For example, in 1874 - with the money he received from the sale of an electrical engineering firm that held several of his patents - he opened his first complete  testing and development laboratory in Newark, New Jersey.
 

   At age 29, he commenced work on the carbon transmitter, which ultimately made Alexander Graham Bell's amazing new "articulating" telephone (which by today's standards sounded more like someone trying to talk through a kazoo than a telephone) audible enough for practical use. Interestingly, at one point during this intense period, Edison was as close to inventing the telephone as Bell was to inventing the phonograph. Nevertheless, shortly after Edison moved his laboratory to Menlo Park, N.J. in 1876, he invented - in 1877 - the first phonograph.



     In 1879, extremely disappointed by the fact that Bell had beaten him in the race to patent the first authentic transmission of the human voice, Edison now "one upped" all of his competition by inventing the first commercially practical incandescent electric light bulb...

     And if that wasn't enough to forever seal his unequaled importance in technological history, he  came up with an invention that - in terms of its collective affect upon mankind - has had more impact than any other. In 1883 and 1884, while beating a path from his research lab to the patent office, he introduced the world's first economically viable system of centrally generating and distributing electric light, heat, and power. (See "Greatest Achievement?") Powerfully, instrumental in impacting upon  the world we know today, even his harshest critics grant that it was a Herculean achievement that only he was capable of bringing about at this specific point in history.

By 1887, Edison was recognized for having set up the world's first full fledged research and development center in West Orange, New Jersey. An amazing enterprise, its significance is as much misunderstood as his work in developing the first practical centralized power system. Regardless, within a year, this fantastic operation was the  largest scientific testing laboratory in the world.

     In 1890, Edison immersed himself in developing the first Vitascope, which would lead to the first  silent motion pictures.
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     And, by 1892, his Edison General Electric Co. had fully merged with another firm to become the great General Electric Corporation, in which he was a major stockholder.

     At the turn-of-the-century, Edison invented the first practical dictaphone, mimeograph, and storage battery. After creating the "kinetiscope" and the first silent film in 1904, he went on to introduce The Great Train Robbery in 1903, which was a ten minute clip that was his first attempt to blend audio with silent moving images to produce "talking pictures."

     By now, Edison was being hailed world-wide as The wizard of Menlo Park, The father of the electrical age," and The greatest inventor who ever lived." Naturally, when World War I began, he was asked by the U. S. Government to focus his genius upon creating defensive devices for submarines and ships. During this time, he also perfected a number of important inventions relating to the enhanced use of rubber, concrete, and ethanol.

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     By the 1920s Edison was internationally revered. However,  even though he was personally acquainted with scores of very important people of his era, he cultivated very few close friendships. And due to the continuing demands of his career, there were still relatively long periods when he spent a shockingly small amount of time with his family.

It wasn't until his health began to fail, in the late 1920s, that Edison finally began to slow down and, so to speak, "smell the flowers." Up until obtaining his last (1,093rd) patent at age 83, he worked mostly at home where, though increasingly frail, he enjoyed greeting former associates and famous people such as Charles Lindberg, Marie Curie, Henry Ford, and President Herbert Hoover etc. He also enjoyed reading the mail of admirers and puttering around, when  able, in his office and home laboratory. 

     Thomas Edison died At 9 P.M. On Oct. 18th, 1931 in New Jersey. He was 84 years of age. Shortly before passing away, he awoke from a coma and quietly whispered to his very religious and faithful wife Mina, who had been keeping a vigil all night by his side:  "It is very beautiful over there..."

     Recognizing that his death marked the end of an era in the progress of civilization, countless individuals, communities, and corporations throughout the world dimmed their lights and, or, briefly turned off their electric power in his honor on the evening of the day he was laid to rest at his beautiful estate at Glenmont, New Jersey.  Most realized that, even though he was far from being a   flawless human being and may not have really had the avuncular personality that was so often ascribed to him by myth makers, he was an essentially good man with a powerful mission....  Driven by a superhuman desire to fulfill the promise of research and invent things to serve mankind, no one did more to help realize  our Puritan founders dream of creating a  country that - at its best - would be viewed by the rest of the world as "a shining city upon a hill."

ADDENDUM

Because of the  peculiar voids that Edison often evinced in  areas such as  cognition, speech, grammar, etc., a number of medical authorities have argued  that he may have been plagued by a fundamental learning disability that went  well beyond mere deafness....  A few  of have conjectured that this mysterious ailment - along with his lack of a formal education - may account for why he always seemed to "think so differently" compared to others of his time: "Always tenaciously clinging to those unique methods of analysis and experimentation with which he alone seemed to feel so comfortable...."

Whatever the impetus for his unique personality and traits, his incredible ability to come up with a meaningful new patent every two weeks throughout his working career "added more to the collective wealth of the world - and had more impact upon shaping modern civilization - than the accomplishments of any figure since Gutenberg...." Accordingly, most serious science and technology historians grant that he was indeed "The most influential figure of our millennium."

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That woman over there just let out a book calles Battle Hyme, Tiger Mother. She basically just wrote a book on how cruelly she treats her children. Amy Chua, Yale professor, doesn't let her 2 girls watch TV, play video game, have play-dates, do "garbage" activites like crafts, get below a 99, lose 2nd place or under in a competition, or even particapate in a school play! Here's the thing, she says she's showing the "chinese" way, but the truth? Ms. Chua is only an american-chinese, who doesn't know how to write 1 in chinese (that's the first thing you learn in chinese school). I mean seriously! In an all-state math competition, her daughter came in second place next to a korean kid, and Amy Chua made her daughter do 2,000 math problems every night for a month. Talk about tough. Well, she IS the supposedly "Tiger Mother."

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