First, something easy:
— Anna Ossowski (@OssAnna16) April 26, 2015
I logged in to twitter tonight to catch this total bullshizz. A re-tweet from “import python” and Guido van Rossum (which I clicked through to read and thought “aww, that’s a little hokey, but ok”) and subsequent calls to remove the tweet and its content from the plagiarizing site. Turns out some dude stole Anna’s ‘love letter’ in its entirety and republished on his blog. With no attribution. With *self attribution* (it was signed ‘love, Milap’). And the retweet (not of Anna, of the plagiarizer) got like 50 twitter “favorites” since this Guido guy has 61k followers.
This little blog here isn’t very big (my follower number is in the dozen, yes that’s singular) and partially for that reason I would be furious, *fur-i-ous*, if someone were to appropriate my content as their own and get amplified for it. All has been corrected, and YAY for that, but it still hit home, and hard.
The storm? That’s coming tomorrow, when a bunch of dudes arrive to re-level our house. Presumably with us and our stuff in it. Our little house, built in 1919 (I still cannot wrap my head around that number) has been through so much, and tomorrow we’re paying some people a lot of money (so much money, I can’t wrap my head around that number either) to make sure it doesn’t fall down for the next 30 years. A few weeks ago they called me, and offered, for just a few hundred dollars more, to guarantee their foundation work on the house for *50 years* instead of 30, and I may have just laughed at the guy because in my head I was thinking “certainly we’ll all be dead or living below ground by then” and, less fatalistic, “whoever we sell this house to is not going to care about 30 vs. 50 year guarantee.” (And they haven’t called me since then! Now they call Josh.)
But time marches on, with or without us. Here’s some dirt I dug up on our new digs using the Seattle Times historic archives (library card may be required):
Evidence A: Mrs. Charles F. Pulzin, dies 1941
If Bertha died in 1941, it’s entirely possible that the family owned the house since its construction in 1919 (22 years). She must have passed it on to her eldest daughter, Ida, because…
Evidence B: Mrs. Ida Grayson, dies 1965
She was widowed since 1947, only 6 years after her mother died, and lived for 18 more years. No (surviving) children. Also, at some point the address changed from avenue to street.
Two years later, in 1967, Evidence C: Fire!
No loss… was anyone home? Was someone fishing for insurance money? Who got the house after Ida?
Evidence D: Tony, 1976:
So much dying! The rest is a mystery until 1990, when the house was sold for $35,000, and was subsequently flipped in 2013, and sold to us in 2015, and everyone lives happily ever after (after they level the house and get rid of the rats and et. cetera).
Unrelated to anyone, check out these awesome classified ads I found (actually, if you look closely, these are my Graysons selling a… a shotgun?… in 1919). These classifieds would make a sweet twitterbot!