Letters from the Wright Brothers

In 1900, three years before he and his brother accomplished the first controlled, powered heavier-than-air flight, Wilbur Wright wrote to renowned engineer Octave Chanute for advice, one inventor and thinker to another:

…My business requires that my experimental work be confined to the months between September and January and I would be particularly thankful for advice as to a suitable locality where I could depend on winds of about fifteen miles per hour without rain or too inclement weather. I am certain that such localities are rare.

I have your Progress in Flying Machines and your articles in the Annuals of ’95, ’96, & ’97, as also your recent articles in the Independent. If you can give me information as to where an account of Pilcher’s experiments can be obtained I would greatly appreciate your kindness.

In 1917, after decades of inventions, feuds, lawsuits, the death of his brother from typhoid, and only one year before his last flight ever as a pilot, Orville wrote a letter of his own to a certain Master Milford T. Ware:

Dear Sir,
I have your letter of October 21st. I am sorry that I have no drawings of gliders that I can send you.

I’m kind of having fun pretending that the brothers were writing to each other. What a mismatched pair my Imaginary-Wright-Brothers are, ol’ earnest Wilbur and cantankerous, cigar-chompin’ Orville.

“We’ll never getting this thing to fly!” barks Orville, pacing in his shirtsleeves in the dusty bicycle-garage, as Wilbur reaches into his suspenders for a pair of calipers to check a measurement. By way of response, he confidently spins a propeller — “Oh, no?”

With a sputter, a crack, and a clatter, the motor seizes and tumbles into a pile of bicycle gears. Outside, chickens scatter as the air heats for the hundredth time that day: “Willl-burrr!!!!”

(This post is really to bring to your attention the existence of 100,000 aviation photos and artifacts recently posted by the San Diego Air & Space Museum on Flickr — where the latter letter was found — and the website Letters of Note, which reprints correspondence from all manner of notable figures, and whence the former letter was found. Both collections are well worth your exploration.)

Malki-in-Progress UPDATE

Some cool stuff’s been going on over at my behind-the-scenes art blog, Malki-in-Progress !

• For many strips, I’ve been posting close-up shots of individual panels so you can check out the detail. I particularly like the one above — the expression just makes me laugh. This dude’s having a bad day.

• I’ve also posted a few rejected bits and lines that never quite made it into strips — sometimes it takes a few attempts to hone in on what a strip needs to focus on.

• Also some drawings, including hand-drawn maps for the upcoming collected edition of my Dispatches from Wondermark Manor novel series!

• A kind soul has also created a separate LiveJournal feed for the site, and it’s also got its own RSS feed. MiP posts also piggyback on the @wondermarkfeed Twitter, which posts the updates from this main site. There are thumbnails from MiP over on the right sidebar of this site, too, for handy at-a-glance notification of updates!

• FINALLY THERE IS THIS AS WELL

WHAT COULD IT MEAN

The Significance of Sunday

This Sunday I’ll be at the West Hollywood Book Fair, participating in a panel discussion with a book signing following:

THE FUTURE OF WEB COMICS

11:00AM-12:00PM, Comics & Graphic Novels Pavilion

Joshua Dysart (Moderator)
Lorelei Bunjes (Head of Digital Comics, IDW)
Jorge Cham (Piled Higher & Deeper)
David Malki ! (Wondermark)
Signings @ The Comic Bug booth

What place does a medium with no motion and no sound have in the streaming, blinking inter-cloud? Can traditionalism and innovation stand side-by-side? Vertigo author Joshua Dysart talks process, intent and the future with cartoonist and Caltech roboticist Jorge Cham, satirist David Malki and the woman who is guiding a major comic book publisher into the stormy seas of the web, without a map, Lorelei Bunjes.

You know you’ve made it when they label you a satirist! That’s the sort of thing someone has to call you. You can’t call yourself a satirist with a straight face; you sound pompous. I’d prefer to call myself a “dashing ne’er-do-well,” but, you know, satirist is good too. Maybe it’ll make NPR perk its ears up.

Also, reminder that Sunday is the last day ever to pick up one of our limited-run STRANGER DANGER shirts to benefit our community dodgeball league! UPDATE: We’re done! Thanks! In tonight’s game, I got hit in the face TWICE, once in the temple and once just full-on as if the ball was fired from a cannon that was taking my mugshot. There are some real athletes in this league! It is fun exercise but it is definitely teaching me humility. My organized sports experience is, in its entirety, almost playing football one summer when I was 14 and then subbing on a softball team another time when I was 23. My heavy offensive move in that game was staring at the pitch, confused by its arcing, softball-specific parabolic motion; my key defensive play was slipping in the grass trying to go for a grounder. Anyway, the ball to the face tonight drew some blood, so at least I feel kind of manly.

Monocle Poppers AWAY

We’ve hit the ground running with the new Monocle Poppers shop! See, my in-laws are visiting, and they are the type who cannot sit still. They need projects. They brought tree-trimmers with them from Seattle to attack some branches outside my apartment while my wife and I were at work. These people are doers. So, they are here at the office helping me put cards into envelopes today! Hooray! We are having a grand time. Thank you for buying cards, and please keep doing so. These people need things to do.

The runaway hit so far has been the Multi-Purpose Card, and I can certainly see why — you can use that guy for everything for the rest of your life. You literally will never need to buy another greeting card, if you buy several dozen of those (like some people already have). Marvelous.

Here’s another card that’s new to the shop this season:

It is a TRUTH FROM HISTORY.

Limited-run T-shirt to benefit our dodgeball team!

I’ve joined a dodgeball league here in L.A.! The Eagle Rock Yacht Club is a neat group of folks who’re into being social, having fun, being active, giving back to the community, and hitting each other with balls. I’ve been playing the last few weeks and having a blast, so when the new league season rolled around I happily signed up.

My team’s name is “Stranger Danger” and I had the privilege of designing the team shirt! We’re going to print it up next week, and having gotten some positive comments on the design, I thought I’d open it up to anybody who’d like to pick one up for themselves. I think it’s fairly context-agnostic — tell people it’s a band! — and it’s gonna be a neat shirt, printed on American Apparel 50/50 fabric with a discharge process, meaning it’ll probably be the softest shirt you’ll ever own. If you’ve felt my The Revolution Will Not Be Telegraphed shirt, it’s the same fabric, but without even the stiffness of screenprinting ink — discharge printing is a dye-bleach process, so the shirt stays flexible and soft.

We’re doing just one print run of these shirts, and making it available to you is our way of bringing the unit cost down for our team members. Proceeds from online sales of the shirt will go back to our league and the community center where we play. Orders for the shirt can even be combined with greeting card orders in the new greeting card shop! It’s all the same shop.

Anyway here is where you can order it! This item will only be offered through September 26. UPDATE: We’re done!All orders will ship starting on October 1.