WBH Weekly Digest 2023-05-06

In 1920, this historian managed to predict World War II step by step!
— François Valentin (@Valen10Francois) April 30, 2023
He called out the Anschluss and the Molotov-Ribbentrop pact included, by reading maps and history books
Buckle up, in this 🧵 we will explore the most prophetic book ever written in history pic.twitter.com/vLjv9YBxhV
A thread on Jacques Bainville, and his argument that the settlement of the Great War was destined to be counter-productive.


Mike Bostock created this visualization of bank failures as an advertisement for his Observable website. I had known that the recent bank failures were fewer in number than during the Housing Bubble, but not how big the failures were collectively in comparison.

A signal boost for Fenton Wood's new book Hacking Galileo, now available on Amazon in ebook and paperback versions.
STANFORD TORUS MEGATHREAD
— Grant♟️ (@granawkins) May 2, 2023
You’ve seen the pictures, but you probably don’t know the full story.
It's the result of a 10-week engineering study at Stanford University in 1975, funded by NASA and led by Girard O’Neill - the most thorough study on free-space settlement to date.
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Silence and Starsong is a new magazine of futuristic and mythic fiction short stories. The first issue is available at Amazon.

This week's book review is SGT. Thor: Little Sister by Nick Cole and Jason Anspach. This is a Conan-esque adventure set in the twisted and dangerous world of the Ruin.

Another signal boost, this time for JD Cowan's Gemini Man series. The Kickstarter will finish publication of the three books JD has written following the closure of the original publisher.

Sea-Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
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