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Paul03244 writes "I found a fascinating Smithsonian Institute page about snail mail technology, part of the SI's National Postal Museum. Great stuff; everything from 'perforating paddles' used during the process of fumigating mail during the Yellow Fever epidemic of the 1880s; to a number of items used in Rural Mail Delivery. A great page to make us realize that even a dialup Internet connection is a great improvement over what our forebears were accustomed to just a generation or two ago."
I swear it. Beg forgiveness and yea shall be forgiven, snail mail abusers.
Get rid of Michael Sims !
what our forbears were accustomed to just a generation or two ago.
Why you young whippersnapper I'll have you know I ain't your forbear and I *was* accustomed to this just a generation or two ago!
Infuriate left and right
One day Captain Kirk was maiming his cock with a horseshoe when suddenly Mr. Spock ran up to him and shoved his pointy ear up his butt. "What is this for!" the fag captain said. "FAGS FOR YOU AALL!L!!!" the ancient alien howled as suddenly he farted and Captain Kirk twirled around in a daze and his foreskin twisted and his kidney stones turned into wooden beads. He pulled out his pistol and shot lasers at his chastity belt and suddenly he hurdled his dick into Captain Kirk"s bellybutton and it tore his flesh while Spock fucked his stomach. Kirk hollered out loud and Mr. Spock threw his shoes to the floor and wrinkled his penis until Kirk bellowed out to make it stop. A maelstom of shit whizzed around the ship and suddenly a giant fag appeared out side and the U.S.S. Enterprise went up his butt. "Oh what the hell have you gotten us into NOW!" Captain Kirk said as he oozed a condom back on his dick and put his panties back on. "OOH!H!!!!!!" Mr. Spock started fucking him again and shoved his phazer up his butt. He dissolved his glands and exploded his turds and finally a queer klingon hurdled through the door and smashed Kirk with his butt hairs. A maniac sucked his dick and suddenly Mr. Spock fagged Kirk so hard that his intestines burst open and he died.
For real kicks, check out the Discovery Channel's look at FedEX. The have a completely (well, with the exception of loading the packages onto conveyer belts) computer driven system. There are also multiple scanners so that packages do not need to face a select direction... It'll be caught and routed no matter how it's placed. What a world we live in!
Standing on the shoulders of giants.
18th century....
Am I right?!?!
Yes, as a researcher here at [insert important-sounding college with "tech" in the name here], and I must say, it did take us quite a while to figure out how to get the snail in the envelope.
This new technology, the "hammer" they call it, is getting more snails in the mail, more efficiently.
but i still find the whole concept of being able to send a letter from one part of the world to another part of the world facinating. The coordination involved. The delivery mechanism. Everything. Sure, you might say that it's nothing new, but to be able to send a physical letter thousands of miles away with 50 cents of postage is waaaaaaay cooler than an email and send. p.s.
who needs mail when you can use this!
It is important to be alert for suspicious parcels, but keep in mind that a mail bomb is an extremely rare occurrence. To illustrate just how rare, Postal Inspectors have investigated an average of 16 mail bombs over the last few years. By contrast, each year, the Postal Service processed over 170 billion pieces of mail. That means during the last few years, the chances that a piece of mail actually contains a bomb average far less than one in 10 billion! - www.usps.gov
Just a random fact. Mod me offtopic as you will.
From paddles for perforating snail mail to paddles in my boss's email:
o ups.msn.com, size=13028, nrcpt=2 (queue active)
Nov 19 05:02:32 gw postfix/qmgr[241]: 0D91C17442: from=VeralsisWorldofOTKSpankingDrawings-bounce@gr
They sent the Hope Diamond via a mail Package!
Text from here: Hope Diamond Wrapper
Because it was considered the safest way to transport gems at that time, the package containing the famed "Hope Diamond" was mailed on the morning of November 8, 1958, from New York City to Washington, D.C. The rare gem was given to the Smithsonian Institution by Harry Winston. Sent by registered (first-class) mail, the fee totaled $145.29, as indicated by tapes from a meter machine. For the package weighing 61 ounces, the postage amounted to $2.44 and the balance was paid for an indemnity of about $1 million.
The package was delivered on Monday, November 11, by letter carrier James G. Todd, who had picked up the package at the Old City Post Office (now the home of the National Postal Museum) for delivery that morning. Winston noted that he routinely used the mails to deliver valuable cargo. As he told a reporter from the Washington Star on November 8, ?It?s the safest way to mail gems. I?ve sent gems all over the world that way.?
The world-famous deep blue diamond continues to be a visitor favorite. The stone?s history is shrouded in mystery, superstition and rumor. The stone was originally thought to be a rough cut diamond weighing 112 carats. Some historians believe that it was once owned by Marie Antoinette, who, along with her husband, King Louis XVI, was beheaded in January 1793 during the French Revolution. The diamond, then known as the ?French Blue,? disappeared from public view for over 30 years. A Dutch diamond cutter is rumored to have carved the stone down to its present 45-carat weight.
The diamond was purchased in London in 1830 by Henry Hope. During the 19th century, the stone passed through several hands, and although none of the stories can be confirmed, it was said to have caused grief and tragedy to all of its owners after it left Hope?s possession. When the gem arrived in America in the first decade of the 20th century, it was purchased by jeweler Pierre Cartier who sold it in 1911 to Mrs. Evalyn Walsh McLean (whose daughter later died from an overdose of sleeping pills, and whose son was killed in a car accident). After Mrs. McLean?s death, the stone was purchased by Harry Winston in 1949. The ?curse? of the diamond may not have stopped there. According to a report in the Washington Post on August 21, 1959, James Todd, the mailman who delivered the stone to the Smithsonian in 1958, was beset by a deluge of bad luck. Within that year, one of Todd?s legs was crushed by a truck, he received head injuries in a separate car accident, his wife died of a heart attack, his dog died after strangling on its leash and four rooms of his house were burned in a fire. When he was asked if he attributed his run of bad luck to the diamond?s curse, Todd stoically replied, ?I don?t believe any of that stuff.?
Can you believe it yourself? The famed Hope Diamond, sent by mail package!
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Possibly the greatest pop star of all time has been arrested and handcuffed, and all you can think of is to get fascinated by snail mail technology?
You geeks drool at retooling Slashdot with web standards, and at Wal-Mart notebooks without knowing the OS. You get wet at the thought of watching videos of 4000 dropped balls from some non-metric height, but the videos are of course slashdotted.
Get some PRIORITIES!
I mean, junk mail was a problem, but it never reached the epidemic that is the spam problem today...
...
On average I receive about 300 emails per day, about 150 of which are spam. If we were still using "snail" mail, I could probably start a recycling business with that lot
Simon.
Physicists get Hadrons!
NAACP honors GNAA
Charlotte, NC (Reuters AP)
November 12, 2003
At an exclusive fried chicken and watermelon gala held this past Monday at North Carolina State University's Diversity Center, the Reverend Jessie Jackson delivered a powerful oration on behalf of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), honoring the accomplishments and spirit of equality embodied by the Gay Nigger Association of America (GNAA).
"The GNAA has paved the way for young gay men of color to express their homosexuality in a mutually supportive, nurturing atmosphere," said Jackson. "What started on Slashdot has truly become a national phenomenon, that transcends prior preconceptions of what it means to be a horny young nigger-faggot looking for a tender piece of that glistening, succulent ebony asshole."
Also in attendance were CmdrTaco and Hemos, in full master/bitch BDSM leather-wear. Jackson ended his speech with the admonition that all in attendance masturbate furiously. They then proceeded to do so for a good half hour.
IF YOU USE LINUX, THEN YOU'RE SUPPORTING TERRORISM!
Fuck you niggers. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Niggers. Oh, and only dickwads use lameness filters.
How are Michael Simms, Michael Jackson, and McDonalds all alike?
They all put 40 year old slabs of meat in ten year old buns.
ROOFLE.
I heard my great grandfather talking about it, but I've never seen such a thing?
Never underestimate a donkey train load of cuniform tablets.
And talk about archive-ability! Proven multi-thousand year durability in readable condition!
It is so long since I first took opium, that if it had been a trifling incident in my life, I might have forgotten its date: but cardinal events are not to be forgotten; and from circumstances connected with it, I remember that it must be referred to the autumn of 1804. During that season I was in London, having come thither for the first time since my entrance at college. And my introduction to opium arose in the following way. From an early age I had been accustomed to wash my head in cold water at least once a day: being suddenly seized with toothache, I attributed it to some relaxation caused by an accidental intermission of that practice; jumped out of bed; plunged my head into a bason of cold water; and with hair thus wetted went to sleep. The next morning, as I need hardly say, I awoke with excruciating rheumatic pains of the head and face, from which I had hardly any respite for about twenty days. On the twenty-first day, I think it was, and on a Sunday, that I went out into the streets; rather to run away, if possible, from my torments, than with any distinct purpose. By accident I met a college acquaintance who recommended opium. Opium! dread agent of unimaginable pleasure and pain! I had heard of it as I had of manna or of Ambrosia, but no further: how unmeaning a sound was it at that time! what solemn chords does it now strike upon my heart! what heart-quaking vibrations of sad and happy remembrances! Reverting for a moment to these, I feel a mystic importance attached to the minutest circumstances connected with the place and the time, and the man (if man he was) that first laid open to me the Paradise of Opium-eaters. It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless: and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London. My road homewards lay through Oxford-street; and near "the /stately/ Pantheon," (as Mr. Wordsworth has obligingly called it) I saw a druggist's shop. The druggist -- unconscious minister of celestial pleasures! -- as if in sympathy with the rainy Sunday, looked dull and stupid, just as any mortal druggist might be expected to look on a Sunday; and, when I asked for the tincture of opium, he gave it to me as any other man might do: and furthermore, out of my shilling, returned me what seemed to be real copper halfpence, taken out of a real wooden drawer. Nevertheless, in spite of such indications of humanity, he has ever since existed in my mind as the beatific vision of an immortal druggist, sent down to earth on a special mission to myself. And it confirms me in this way of considering him, that, when I next came up to London, I sought him near the stately Pantheon, and found him not: and thus to me, who knew not his name (if indeed he had one) he seemed rather to have vanished from Oxford-street than to have removed in any bodily fashion. The reader may choose to think of him as, possibly, no more than a sublunary druggist: it may be so: but my faith is better: I believe him to have evanesced,{1} or evaporated. So unwillingly would I connect any mortal remembrances with that hour, and place, and creature, that first brought me acquainted with the celestial drug. Arrived at my lodgings, it may be supposed that I lost not a moment in taking the quantity prescribed. I was necessarily ignorant of the whole art and mystery of opium-taking: and, what I took, I took under every disadvantage. But I took it: -- and in an hour, oh! Heavens! what a revulsion! what an upheaving, from its lowest depths, of the inner spirit! what an apocalypse of the world within me! That my pains had vanished, was now a trifle in my eyes: -- this negative effect was swallowed up in the immensity of those positive effects which had opened before me -- in the abyss of divine enjoyment thus suddenly revealed. Here was a panacea -- a [pharmakon nepenthez] for all human woes: here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered: happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket: portable ecst
I put my hand in my pocket
What do I feel?One hundred and ten stories
Of concrete and steel
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Someone needs to use shitstorm and fill this story with posts bashing Michael Sims. Allah will approve of this and surely it will further our cause. Do it. Do it now.
Okay so the business model is a little suspect but hey someone will invest in it ;)
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I had a witty comment to make, but I think I'm going to ftp me a pizza instead.
At least if you look at the technology involved.
Getting information around isnt much of a problem, but getting a PHYSICAL object from any point in the contry to any other point over night while costing less than 1 (here in germany) is really impressive.
And even before finereader and omipage were really usable, the addresses on snail mail were identified via OCR and automatically sorted. Even the handwritten... (ok, if the ocr failed, a terminal monitor showed a worker the image of the letter and the most likely choices to decide...)
HI O WISE PRINCE. WHT TOOK U SO DAM LONG?
We believe that humans evolved from four bears, our forebearers, a couple of generations ago. Thank you for your kind mention. Now if only you would do it more often...
i am so fcucking drunk right now itsregreat go slashdot!!!!!!!!111111 hahahahahahahahahahaha w00ttt
Nice try, tho ;7
I wonder what will be in the Smithsonian when we enter the 22nd Century...
... yep, it'll be interesting to see when it rolls around... I can't wait.
Just how will one display a SPAM filter?
"...and this is a sample of the PERL code from the famed SPAM Assassin... one of the first combatants in the now distant SPAM wars of 2005..."
I can see displaying email servers, there'd be something physical there...
How about RBL's? Maybe listings of the first ones?
CD-ROMs from when there were only 50 million email addresses?
Samples of SPAM? Offerings of modern-day snake oil pitched Viagara, Male member enlargment devices and other items of dubious repute...
How about video recordings of the Monty Python skit?
Let me get this out of the way first: FedEx fucking rules.
:)
At least 3 days a week, more frequently 5 days a week in recent times, I'm at the center of it all. FedEx is based in Memphis, and I start many a day at the Memphis World Hub mailroom on the ramp. What most people in Memphis affectionately call "the hub," the ramp is the FedEx installation at the airport. It's fucking big, as you might expect.
The mailroom is the absolute nerve center of FedEx - well, at least in terms of physical mail; the tech nerve center is quite literally a bunker built into a grassy hill - but we're talking stuff you can carry. Imagine the corporate HQ city of a multinational, multibillion dollar corporation; now imagine the sheer volume of documents being sent back and forth between various offices. Now imagine how crucial this operation is to the survival of the company...
In terms of FedEx itself, look the fuck out: the mailroom is located in one of many buildings on the ramp comprised of neverending networks of conveyor belts. Sometimes the sound of the belts moving is deafening. FedEx has hundreds of locations just in Memphis. I start my days in the mailroom, and pick up and deliver to 35 of those hundreds of locations here. If you want to hear about something neat, FedEx's interoffice mail system is it.
Every bag of internal mail going from one FedEx location to another is barcoded. Those barcodes are scanned in by my PalmPilot which is running an app called PWITS (see walzgroup.com). Everything I pick up at the hub mailroom, I scan in. And as it's moved to various FedEx installations surrounding the ramp, it's scanned out. The same with everything I pick up from those locations destined elsewhere.
Think the "public" side of FedEx is cool? I guarantee you've never seen an interoffice mail system any more advanced than the one I work. Here is another post with some more information about just how detailed it gets.
Long live FedEx
"BSD: Free as in speech. Linux: Free as in beer. Windows 10: Free as in herpes." --Man On Pink Corner in #52607549.
From the Desk of the Postmaster General:
In an effort to respond to competitive market forces, from now on all carriers will be required to shout in a loud voice, "You Have Mail!" upon successful delivery.
Thank you.
try { do() || do_not(); } catch (JediException err) { yoda(err); }
In some ways, postal catalog sales were a forerunner of electronic commerce. Imagine, business that just needed communications and shipping!
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
A bit of "technology" used by Amiga Demosceners. ..when the modems were scarce and phone bills high. Every more or less respectable demoscene group had a member whose function was listed as "swapper".
:)
;) which said a girl wants to swap, everyone welcome etc. This was bringing a good deal of free floppies, often with some quite funny stuff on them.
Swappers would get in contact with swappers from other groups, and exchange floppies full of newest stuff, productions, news, and everything of any interest (plus some exotic stuff other than floppies - a chicken bone, The Party membership ID, misprinted train tickets, and whatever interesting that caught the eye and filled the envelope up to (but not above) another price-weight treshold.)
One of the most specific swapper activities was "faking stamps". With 80 and more contacts, at least one letter a month exchanged with each of them, you had to cut on stamp prices, so you smeared the stamp with water-washable glue and wrote in the letter "stamps back", so your contact ripped your stamps off the envelope and sent you in his reply letter together with floppies. Then some washing and stamps could be reused - one set of stamps could go the same way 5-6 times before they needed to be replaced because they started looking suspect. And if it was found - you never put return address on the envelope and nobody in the post office could ever read an Amiga floppy
Another practice was making the floppies sent pretty. You almost never sent back the same floppies - they were in constant flow. Adding a marker signature was the default. Often some sticker or a drawing was common. But there were true masterpieces: A floppy painted gold, with the metal part (and under it) painted silver, the metal part without the spring but removable and attached with a thin chain to the write-protect hole, so you removed it before inserting and it was hanging from your floppy drive while the floppy was inside.
And finally all the "disk hunt" methods. Famous swappers were rarely replying to newbies who were asking for contact - you had to gain some fame on the scene with your group's productions - or get a recommendation from another swapper. So - the unanswered letters were a good supply of floppies. Sometimes they would even put an ad in some zine (spread by swapp of course
Well, Internet was what put end to it. Plus average data size - sending 6-8 floppies in one letter wasn't cheap or easy anymore, and with A1200 getting more common, high-level languages, multi-disk demos and mpeg movies, it became necessity...
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You have no idea what you've done to me!
If you ever get a tour there, it's like walking through a programmer's playground.
-- There are 10 kinds of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
It's like the National Aquarium, don't bother.
Save your feet for the Air and Space out at Dulles, or even the National Zoo, if you don't mind being shot at by gang bangers.
Or go to the Marjorie Post estate, forget its name, it's out by the small (Czech and Hungarian et al) embassies.
An interesting tidbit about mail: in the old days, it took so long to send a piece of mail that it was often just as fast going there yourself to communicate a message. It wasn't until the advent of railroads by the middle of the 19th Century that made it possible for reasonably fast mail deliveries. That's why until the 1960's one of the biggest customers of US railroads was the US Post Office.
Today, US Mail sent under 300 miles is usually done by truck, with distances beyond that sent by airplane (the cargo holds of many airliners flying in the USA often carry large sacks of First Class letters and small packages). Interestingly enough, the private United Parcel Service uses railroads extensively for their UPS Ground package shipping service for longer-distance shipments.
The international postal system is a rich ground for researching networks. What a pity graph theory is not my strong point.
Wanted : A Signature.
Sounds like DeHavilland's experience with building the plane that executed the first airmail service was a lot like a lot of software projects...
Version 1.0 had a lot of bugs:
- engine would crush and trap pilot in minor crashes
- exhaust pipes vented in pilots eyes
- compass only worked in some quadrants
- altimiter didn't work great for 0 - 1000 feet
But version 2.0 worked and the airmail planes went on to carry 775 million letters.
You insensitive Clod!
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For the postal system in the western world the turning point came when the roman empire built reliable roads which allowed mail to be delivered in a matter of weeks. (Their system of forts and aggressiveness kept the mail from being stolen.) This was the fastest in the west until the renaissance.
Of course, the means of transportation improved, and the need for a reliable postal system helped those improvements. For example, in the U.S. the delivery of mail provided needed profit for the emerging airlines. I don't think it was until the third generation commercial airplanes that airlines could make profits off passengers alone.
On the identification side i find the zip code to a marvel of technology. I often wonder how much of the money the Zip Code has saved U.S. businesses.
"She's a scientist and a lesbian. She's not going to let it slide." Orphan Black
I have recieved letters that had no zip-code at all, the city name where i lived back with my parents and the street name and number of my current address...
The system is REALLY impressive, in a way.
(my grandfather makes willow baskets, and he once recieved a postcard addressed only with "to the basketmaker in townname". No idea how they found him...)
HI O WISE PRINCE. WHT TOOK U SO DAM LONG?
Pfft...nice try, yourself!
Check out the entry for the 'Cutler Mail Chute Receiving Box' - it notes that the 'inventor' got a patent for the box at the bottom of a mail chute with a door and the word 'Mail' on it.
Unless the patent was for the whole chute, that's just as bogus as most internet patents. What did the patent office expect people were putting at the bottom of a mail chute - trained monkeys?
Most people use the mail system to send their bill payments for everything from internet service to septic bills, and of course credit card payments. The processing centers that receive these payments often process millions of payments every month. Processing all this mail has become as high tech as the post office high speed sorters, a far cry from the armies of billing clerks that processed the credit cards and utility bills a generation ago. This link to the company I work for provides a good window into the technology used to process all of this mail.
...not ASCI #63, that's "question mark". Learn some computer basics.
And it wasn't no dam' generation ago that it was snail mail and telephone, dammit, unless I'm from a generation ago...which makes me a VERY active ghost.
oregonnerd...a nerd in Oregon, of course