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She was born Phoebe Sarah Marks April 28, 1854 in Portsea, Portsmouth, Hampshire, UK — the third child of a Polish-Jewish watchmaker named Levi Marks and Alice Theresa Moss, a seamstress. Her father died in 1861, leaving Sarah’s mother with seven children — and another on the way — and Sarah with shared responsibility for caring for the children.
Although David Korins had an impressive resume
of Broadway, film, television and music
credits, the New York-based production
designer had something to prove when interviewing
for the pop culture phenomenon
Hamilton. “I prepped for the interview like crazy, sketching
out my ideas, presenting a scene breakdown, basically
doing everything I could short of begging for the job,” Korins
said. “Lin Manuel Miranda (the show’s creator and star) had
developed an incredibly effective blueprint. I just wanted the
opportunity to help tell his story.”
The world is full-on automated. From our factories to our vehicles to our leisurely activities, the future is now and it’s nothing but algorithms, robotics and hands-free operation.
It comes as no surprise that a 2016 Google search brings a fair amount of technology gone awry. The following
examples don’t scare us (they’re actually quite fascinating)
but they probably should worry us a little bit…
Even for a toddlin town famous
for making “no small
plans” — such as, for example, reversing in 1900 the Chicago River to secure clean drinking water, or rebuilding itself seemingly overnight after the devastating “Great Chicago Fire”
(1871) — to physically — and successfully — elevate itself as much as 14 feet above its original ground level defies not only description but credulity.
Moving around in open space
is a cautious endeavor. Without
the luxury of gravity, the slightest push can send you twirling in circles or, worse, tumbling off into the unknown.
Every motion must be thought out and
deliberate, all the more so because our bodies take that luxury into account.
Power Play patrons may recall last
month’s drop-in at the Museum of
Unworkable Devices — a virtual and
pretty damn funny (www.lhup.edu)
“celebration of fascinating devices that
don’t work.”
Groan inducing, yes — but truer than
the blue-soaked dermis layer of infamous ink fiend The Enigma (if you’re not familiar with the tattoo/sideshow icon, he’s basically an R-rated version of Papa Smurf who eats fire and twirls chainsaws). Though other altered individuals
obviously operate on a much
less extreme plane of body modification, there seems to be a definite link between the ink and the irregular.
It had no arms or legs to speak of;
no fleshy, meaty exterior or squishy
insides; no heart, no brain, no soul. It was just a protracted steel body, long and spindly, a rectangular “head” at the end, and one glowing sensor. It
wasn’t alive. It wasn’t sentient. It was a robot.