With the industrial revolution, many people flocked to the city and that lead to more horses, which lead to more manure. This reached a level where people projected that by the middle of the 20th century, cities' streets would be flooded with shit. More broadly, it is an analogy for supposedly insuperable extrapolated problems being rendered moot by the introduction of new technologies. What no one saw in the 19th century was the invention of cars.
If you ever check out /r/collapse you realise how fucked this planet is. I really hate to spread doom and gloom but the jury is out on this and the future looks far from good. But probably one of our only remaining chances is for the MOAS to create such a radically different future it would make those worries as silly as The Great Horse Manure Crisis of 1894.
TLDR: HODL for less shitty future for apekind.
I'm doing research for an article I'm writing about humans predicting "the end of modern civilization" in different eras, and I remembered that I heard somewhere that horses and horse manure were a big environmental concern in the late 1800s. I also remembered that someone made an extrapolation based on the then-current data and came to the conclusion that major cities would basically be buried in horse shit by the 1950s (which is what's called the great horse-manure crisis).
I tried googling a little to find more information about this, particularly the prediction part, but I didn't find much except this unsourced web page.
So was this really a huge concern for people at the time? Did The Times really make that god-awful prediction about the 9 feet of horse manure? And if so, did people believe in it?
Anything on the topic appreciated. Finding plenty of secondary sources, having a harder time tracking down primary sources. Looking into relationship between horses and the role of energy in early North American cities.
I'm new to gardening and all the theories, zone limitations, amending soil, etc. is a bit overwhelming. But, I had a truck load of chicken manure given to me, and have some horse manure to collect. So, I was gonna do raised beds with 55 gal drums cut in half, and throw compost in there. I know chicken manure can get hot. So, my question is how do y'all source free compost? Also, what/when should I add to it?
"No, I forbid it. It is out of the question Charles, how can you even ask me this?"
Charles' eyes shot down. He knew his mother wouldn't agree.
"War is not a place for you, what will you even do there? Change chamber pots, scrub armour and sharpen swords? What do you know of camp duties? I am appalled!"
Marguerite turned her back on him as she felt tears leave her eyes. She was devastated, and could only hide it behind the blind rage boiling inside of her. They stood in silence for a few seconds before Charles spoke.
"You are right mother, I know nothing. I have never seen war, I have never even gotten into a fight. But how else will I learn? Will you teach me, MOTHER?? What do YOU know of war?!"
It was the first time he had ever raised his voice at his mother, and he did not expect it to happen. But it felt good. He had probably never raised his voice at anyone. He sometimes felt angry, but he never showed it. His mother turned to him, he saw her now, her eyes red with tears streaming down her face. The façade was broken as she sank to her knees holding her face. Charles turned to the attendant still in the room and silently told her to leave them.
"Mother please don't cry, I didn't mean it. I will stay."
She grabbed her son and held him close. He was still small, still her son, but he was going to be a duke. Now she just held him, smelling his hair as the tears left marks on his silk tunic.
"You will go with them, but you tell the king that if he lets you die, I will never forgive him. As the lord as my witness, I will remind him of the despair I will feel daily. I will burn the lands he inherits so that he, his successors and the people of France will never forget my scorn."
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Charles reported to military meeting point. He had been given a set of light leather protections, and the accoutrements of a full squire. On his chest and back he had the sigil of Alencon, with the golden thread shining in the daylight. Some men followed close behind, adorned in highland fashion, carrying their large swords, the Alencon Scotsguard would not let their duke go undefended. Their fashion had been edited to reflect their French loyalties, with blue and yellow tartan adorning their kilts. He carried with him some changes of clothes, a small bible, and his sketching set. He had seen art of wars, before. Hopefully his work on landscapes would come in useful, sketching troops as they were.
The young duke got on his horse and made way to the comma
... keep reading on reddit ➡God damn lightning thats all i have to say, all of you who wants to be pegged by the archon must be enjoying yourself with this mission.
America does a lot of dumb things at odds with the rest of the world, like not using the metric system and not guaranteeing its citizens healthcare as a right. But imo our widespread use of Movable-Do solfege is where we’re right and the rest of the world is wrong. Fixed-Do just caters to people with perfect pitch and makes learning things like modes and chord qualities a nightmare, not to mention chromatics of course. Music has moved on from the classical era! There is a difference between a Db and a D#, and Fixed-Do solfege just sort of ignores that. It’s all just Re. Dumbbbbb.
