Bowler, Coke and Derby

Last weekend, Viv and I were wandering about Capitol Hill, and stepped into the Red Light on Broadway, purveyors of fine vintage threads to our urban hipster nabe. Red Light is an odd store – there are at least two locations, and they generally have very high quality stock, sometimes of surprising vintage.

I once found a beautiful men’s suit there with tailoring details such as inset ivory or bone cuff stays in the sleeves. These stays are like little spurs that face the wearer’s wrist, and which would allow the wearer to fasten separate hard linen, celluloid, or whatnot cuffs directly to the inside of the suitcoat. This would obviate the necessity of a long-sleeved formal shirt, saving time and money and making the wearer a modicum cooler, I assume.

Separate cuffs and collars for shirts were introduced in order to increase the amount of time a man could wear a shirt before having it laundered; instead of changing the shirt, one changed the cuffs. Imagine, if you will, acting in the capacity of an accountant in the 1800’s; you’d probably drag your cuffs through a great deal of ink, and the detachable cuff would be a great convenience.

The suit itself was in imacculate condition except for the waistcoat, whch had been torn, recently it appeared, along one shoulder. Despite this problem I would have bought the suit; but it had been made for someone about six and a half feet tall. So I left it. I’d guess that the suit dated from the 1840’s to the 1850’s.

So the Red Light can sometimes yield treasures, yet it seems to undervalue them (I suspect the torn vest happened in the store, and the suit hung, unsold, for nearly a year); at the same time it’s not unusual for something I can’t stand (seventies shimmery image-print nylon disco shirts, for example) to be hugely overpriced. Who knows.

coke_t.jpgThus, when Viv walked up to me holding a round-crowned hat (right), I was quite prepared to give it my attention. At $25, it was priced just as hundreds of other similar derbies or bowlers are priced on ebay and in thrift stores. However, even a brief look at the hat made it clear to me that it was very well made, with only slight wear to the right interior of the brim, and a sprung bit of some plant-stalk material at the base of the brim where it meest the crown of the hat. The interior was fully lined with very high quality material, and the interior hatband was made of very thick, very soft leather.

logo.jpgAdding to my interest was the old-fashioned logo stamped on the lining (closeup at right), which read “Lock & Co, Hatters, St. James’s Street, London – Established 1759”. So I bought the hat.

american_t.jpgI have had a turn-of-the century American bowler or derby for some time (right – note its’ straight sides as compared to the slightly tapered sides seen above; interior view below; it’s unlined), and in terms of quality of manufacture, this Lock-made hat far surpassed it. It was also in excellent shape, and so I resolved to find out as much as I could about the hat, and indeed, about derbies and bowlers in general.
other_int.jpgSo, first, what’s the difference between a bowler and a derby?

Well, as far as I can tell, in 1888, an Earl of Derby (probably the 15th, although this source says it was the 12th, since the 14th lived from 1799-1869, it’s unlikely that it was the 12th) visited the United States wearing the style we now call a derby, in blind recollection of his visit.

However, in Britain, the same style of hat is known by two names: the bowler, which of course we yanks know of, and the Coke hat, which we ignorant colonials have never heard of.

lock_int.jpgI stood in ignorant solidarity with many of my readers on this matter until I began to investigate that intriguing logo in this newly-acquired derby or bowler. Turning to my highly-paid and wildly efficient team of information research scientists, I beseeched them to toil day and night until information concerning the logo was discovered.

I hadn’t long to wait, and within moments was looking at this site featuring the exact same logo I had noted in the hat I now own. Indeed, there’s a tiny icon of a bowler on the main page! But the category – “Top Hats and Coke Hats” mystified me. Clicking through, I noted the same hat I held in my hands, available for a mere 189 British Pounds! XE.com reports that as of this writing that’s a stunning $289 USD.

Woof! Well, Lock & Co. must cater to some wealthy folks, I guess. In fact, they are holders of the right to make hats for everyone’s favorite dysfunctional family, the Windsors, and have apparently been the place to go for reputable headwear since, um, 1676. I have yet to turn up an explanation concerning the discrepancy bewteen this date and the one stamped upon my hat. And alas! No note concerning the peculiar terminology employed by the hat merchants was to be found.

A bit more digging yeilded this citation of a book, “The Man in the Bowler Hat: His History and Iconography” (entertainingly, an acquaintance of mine who works for the publisher may have designed the cover):

The first bowler hat was designed by the hatters James and George Lock of St. James Street in London in 1850 for their client William Coke II, later the Earl of Leicester.

“The Locks sent their design across the Thames to the hatmakers THomas and William Bowler, who had a factory in Southwark and were Lock’s chief suppliers. William Bowler produced the prototype, which bears his family’s conveneiently descriptive name to this day, although Lock’s has always insisted on calling it a ‘Coke’ hat. ‘On the south side of the river, the thing was naturally called a Bowler, because Mr. Bowler had made it. In St James’s Street it was equally naturally called a Coke, since Mr Coke had bespoken it.’ No doubt the commercial rather than the aristocratic appellation won out because of the hat’s bowl shape.

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And so it became clear to me that this bowler was not only a coke hat as well, it was in essence, the bowler. I began to seriously investigate the hat for clues as to its’ age; the lack of synthetics at first made me think it was possibly pre-WW1; when I turned the interior hat band and found the date “2/11/65” for a moment I had hopes that it was from 1865. Hoever, looking more closely I found a paper label under the lining near the date inscription which was typeset in a condensed Futura font. that font was designed in the 1930’s, and therefore the hat must have been made or sold on or about February 11, 1965.

In considering the hat’s overall excellent condition when compared to the significantly older companion hat, it became very clear to me that the hat must be from the 1960’s. At any rate, I was very pleased by the opportunity to learn remarkable things concerning its heritage. Larger versions of many of the photos seen here are available at pix.whybark.com/gallery/bowlers.

Photoshop

So, I forked for the Adobe Photoshop upgrade (with the rebate it’s less than a hundred bucks) and mmm, I da no.

First, the most time intensive thing I do in photoshop is color and orientation correction for batches of digital photos. In Photoshop 6, a “save” command issued upon a jpeg resulted in the file being saved. In PS 7, the default has been changed to – for every file and save instance – a dialog in which you are prompted for the compression level of the jpeg. Even if you accept the default, a one-keystroke action has just become a two-keystroke action.

More aggravating, even you choose to automate the save action, the dialog still apears.

Second, I have to admit, I see NO speed gain, and the lack of speed appears to be associated with the silly demoware gewgaws Apple has incorporated into the OS interface.

The most egregious example is translucent windowbars. PS opens large numbers of files concurrently in a step-and-repeat pattern on screen; each step, then, creates a compositing task for the OS which apparently robs the system of what might otherwise be respectable speed gains.

Finally, there’s the by now traditional remapping of tool-keys, a persistent annoyance across all software upgrades. Curiously for me, Adobe has added color correction tools to the Image->Adjustment menu selection which are directly accessible via keyboard, Auto-Contrast and Auto-Levels; but my preferred manipulation tool, Curves, is denied a default direct keyboard shortcut. That’s easily fixed via Actions, however.

I have yet to pick up or concoct a truly trying assignment that will push the complex image management tools of photoshop to the edge, but I hope to soon.

And in today's huge corporate accounting errors

Xerox too? Copycats.

And I have been informed via crypto-Masonic corespondence that I am obligated to clarify my anti-Economist outburst of recent days: said outburst was purely self-satirical in nature and was in no way intended to be a sexual invitation to the news magazine The Economist, employees thereof, or readers.

Besides, I heard the guy they have covering our meltdown (yes, I said meltdown; more to come, he says), and I found him to be the most informed and reasoned person on the subject on the show; all the Americans clearly had too much at stake politically to accurately address the issues.

For instance, did you know that the head of the SEC raised concerns about these issues following the collapse of “Chainsaw Al” Dunlop’s eviscerated Sunbeam in the spring of 1998? And that the accounting firm employed by Al there was … Andersen? And that the accounting industry marshalled forces and closed down efforts to legislate safeguards against these kinds of tricks? And that the very folks we are seeing, red in the face, on TV, calling for greater, um, accountability, the folks that sit on Joe Lieberman’s Senate Governmental Affairs Committee, are the peple that the accounting industry made sure to take very good care of come campaign time.

Recently I made note of Frontline’s monster season.

Well, a week ago, the topic was this: Bigger than Enron. The title is a prediction. Less than a week later, we’ve seen what is poised to be the fulfillment of that prediction.

One long-term point to keep in mind, if there were any way to get this on the board in congress: if AOL Time Warner, Disney, and/or Sony have engaged in similar accounting chicanery (a distinct possiblity, yes?), there may be some possibility of addressing the unfortunate extension of both the life of copyright via the Mickey Mouse bill and additionally, an opportunity to weaken the strictures of the DCMA.

PWC Consulting RENAMED!

In what I can only assume to be continuing fallout from Enron, the dot-collapse, et al – PriceWaterhouseCoopers Consulting has chosen a new moniker. I’ll let Anne Zender fill you in – go on, I’ll be here when you get back, waiting.

What can I say? At least it’s a word.

Of course, it seems to me that if someone were to whip up a web poll (you know who you are) concerning posible days of the week one might wish to name a consulting firm after, there are other, more accurate and descriptive choices, such as “Beer Friday” and “Tuethursday” (this last of course describing the we-must-ship-the-software-now-no-one-may-leave-the-premises-until-someone-dies-or-the-project-is-done business practice sooo beloved in tech – ooh! triple overtime!).

I wonder, did they hire a consulting firm?

Of course, after reflection, I realize that the name is intended as an antidote to the wild-eyed spend-spend-spend world of accounting and consulting practices that closed Andersen recently.

That, and they can license a fine The Mamas and The Papas song. I don’t think they’ll buy using the Boomtown Rats song, though.

Mmmph. Self-annoyance! I meant to post this (well, duh) on Monday. Dagnabbit. Ken no doubt figures it’s john barleycorn wuz the causin’ of it all, but it wernt.

MT upgrade a-comin'

chicagohero.jpgNaturally, I no sooner get bellerophon restored to her normal, sweetnatured self when I hear of things one and two.

thing one

Movable Type has released 2.mumble of the very fine content management system which helps provide these pages, and it changes the back end from perl and flatfile – based databasing to perl and MySQL, very good news indeed for me, at least. I rather imagine that the cutover should make saving and rebuilding a bit snappier. I do hope they stick with the cold HTML-based output though – very nice for backup.

I suppose I should schedule that project for Monday.

thing two

OpenSSH has a security hole in it which means I can either demonstrate my manly prowess with open-source software updates, or wait until Apple fixes it and distributes it via Software Update. Hm, which one would you choose?

I think I’ll schedule my masculinity-demonstration session for Monday as well.

And just for giggles, the image which adorns this entry came from an eleven-page thread at The Comics Journal discussion board in which, as nearly as I can make out, some comics collectors who feel that Chris Ware’s scathing, brutal depiction of their species in the just concluded “Rusty Brown” segments of his work means he should by no means be allowed to produce collectibles that would appeal to their ilk.

The object in question appears to be a Rusty Brown lunchbox first released a few months ago.

ST: TNG "Nemesis" trailer out

At Apple.
I’ve read no advance on the flick, except remarks from Braga and Berman concerning story development and casting made in January; it appears that Data’s brother Lore is back, possibly in a supporting role, and that the Nosferatu people menace the Federation. Something about the bad guys makes me wonder if they tie in to the Temporal Cold War plot thread on Enterprise.

Data is shown flinging himself into the void at a run, as a Suliban character did on the new show, as well.

This is to be the end of that hearty franchise, TNG, I guess.

Frankenstein on the Pledge

in his longish entry for June 26th Paul says everything I wanted to about the recent supreme court decision that ye Prez has termed “ridiculous”. Congressional defiance of this decision simply underlines the growing distance between political reality and the one we actualy happen to live in. But then, we all knew the constitution was in serious fucking trouble during the election, and naturally, subequent events have done much to bear out this knowledge.

SPQR, indeed.

More KG evidence

yalta.jpgPursuant to the remarkable admission of Ken Goldstein’s secret identity and the subsequent discovery of photographic evidence concerning Mr. Goldstein’s apparent agelessness, we here at mike.whybark.com moved with the lightning reflexes of the distributed, all-digital startup and despatched crack teams of research associates to photo libraries the world over in hopes of finding further traces of Mr. Goldstein’s Zelig-like footprints throughout history.

yalta_zoom.jpgThis week’s entry in our growing log of KG imagery places the cagey (“Cagey” – get it?) freelance technical writer and sponsor of Girls are Pretty in the crowd of advisors behind the big three at the historic Yalta Conference. There was no associated textual information concerning the boyish six-footer, who retains his youthful exuberance and occasional fits of needy, insecure demonstrativeness in addition to his ageless appearance.

Oh you cats!

Can ya dig it?

I’m a cat person, okay? Independence and so forth over slavish love any day. That said, it’s come to my attention that there are some peculiar sites concerning felinity afloat about the net.

Bonsai Kitten

via Everything Burns. “Who has not been stricken with the expressive grace of Japanese Bonsai? Though once the sole province of Bonsai masters within Japan, Bonsai plants have been available to fortunate consumers throughout the world for some time. With this in mind, we are proud to now offer to you the animal complement of this art form; the Bonsai Kitten.”

Cat Boxing!

Reference forgotten. “Welcome to Cat Boxing.com! Blow by blow, swap by swap and growl after growl! Round after round of feline fighting!” Honest, much less scary than you think.

My Cat Hates You Dot Com

David Fortney referred me via email. Currently running competition to find “the EVILEST CAT” ever. “This cat hates with such a hot hate, she can’t even stand to be in the house when dorks come over. There are some loser-cooties that can’t be licked off or hocked up in a hairball.”

And, of course, who can forget the notorious Twisty Cats. Sadly for lovers of the bizarre and unfortunate in human behavior, the proprietor of the Twisties seems to have removed the great majority of the skin-crawlingly freakish and yet undeniably cute and harmless images of these triumphs of human intervention in animal reproductive activities.

My own cat, Chloe, wants you to know that there will be NO other cats allowed near her or in her house and that she, and she alone, shall be the sole feline in the house who is permitted to sleep on the bed. We try to ignore these rules when possble.