#DePauw

[kemetic-dreams]

"Self Made Millionaire" Was one of the first African American inventors admitted into the National inventors Hall of Fame. Percy Julian specialized in making drugs and medications from plants. As a young college student bound for DePauw, Percy Julian watched his family standing on the stations platform. His Grandfather, a former slave freed by the 13th Amendment, waved a hand missing two fingers, cut off as punishment for learning to write

[digitalcreationsllc]

DePauw University warns of data breach as ransomware attacks on colleges surge

DePauw University warned students this week that their personal information may have been accessed by hackers who attacked the school. The school newspaper reported that on November 27, current and prospective students were sent letters notifying them of a data leak and providing them with one year of free identity protection services. The liberal arts school — which is in Greencastle, Indiana…

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De werken van Christophe Depauw. PT3 Ik zag zijn kaartjes in de Stuyverij en vroeg of ik er een paar mocht meenemen om te scannen en online te zetten. Niet veel later gaf hij zijn USB, daarop stond enorm veel van zijn werk. Helaas zou het teveel zijn om allemaal online te zetten, maar dit zijn (naar mijn mening) de mooiste werken.

The works of Christophe Depauw. PT3 I saw his cards in the Stuyverij and asked if I could take some with me to scan and put them online. Not much later he gave his USB, which contained an enormous amount of his work. Unfortunately it would be too much to put them all online, but these are (in my opinion) the most beautiful works.

[mariomassillamany]

Monon Bell game! Wabash College v. DePauw at 1:07pm at Blackstock Stadium. Picture is from the Halloween Heist when 8 of us Wabash Sigma Chis stole the Bell from DePauw. Let’s go Wabash! #wabash #mononbell #depauw #mariomassillamany (at Wabash College) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck3YwixrZuv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pwlanier]

Sir J. Y. Simpson and two friends, having tested chloroform on themselves, lying insensible on the floor around a table. Pen and ink drawing.

Wellcome Collection

[drsnp]

The 128th meeting of DePauw University and Wabash College today. First played in 1890, this is one of the older (10th?) college football rivalries in the country. Our annual Telecast Party was back in action after a 2 year hiatus, and it was a great time! We had DePauw alums representing ‘47 (that’s right 1947!), ‘64, ‘69, and ‘77, and a Wabash alum class of ‘70. The Bell came back home to Greencastle. On to the Division III football tournament! Go Tigers! 🏈🐅👏🏼

[gerard-lange-art-journals]

Tribute to William DePauw, with whom I attended Tulane University for graduate school. The two ceramic sculptures were ones he created during our time there. In the smaller journal (completed in 2003–2004) is an image of a larger sculpture by him from the same time period. Included in the larger journal is a copy of a 2-dimensional work by him also from our time in graduate school.

Book 25: (Re)Writing My History was a reflection on my first 25 years making art journals, but infusing them with images and references to my wife Amanda, an artist and art historian, thereby taking her into my past experiences as an artist.

Book 8: Hot Dog, Now This Is Living, spread 24 (pp. 48–49), 23.5 x 36 x 3 cm (9¼ x 14 x 1⅛ in.).

Book 25: (Re)Writing My History: 25th Anniversary Journal, spread 4 (pp. 8–9), 2021, 28 x 44 x 5.5 cm (11 x 17 x 2 ¼ in).

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Dorelle Heisel Plumbed Brain Mysteries And Psychedelicized Cincinnati’s Social Circles

Dorelle Markley Heisel called Cincinnati her home for several decades, but her mind was in another dimension. She was known as “Cincinnati’s Brain Lady” and held college faculty positions in literature, psychology and fine art. She pioneered biofeedback techniques to control mental and bodily functions while introducing Cincinnati’s strait-laced society to the psychedelic subculture of the Sixties.

Virginia Dorelle Markley was born in 1917 in Danville, Illinois but spent her childhood shuttling between her father’s Palm Beach restaurant and her mother’s St. Louis hotel. At DePauw University in Greencastle, Indiana, she was student royalty – literally – voted May Queen in her senior year.

It was at DePauw that she met and became engaged to W. Donald Heisel, a Cincinnati native and Western Hills High School alumnus. At the time of his 1940 marriage to Dorelle, Heisel was assistant secretary to Cincinnati’s Civil Service Commission and was, according to the Cincinnati Enquirer [21 May 1940] “one of the city’s youngest executives.” The Heisels built a new house on a quiet cul de sac in Westwood, where they raised two daughters.

Don Heisel earned a reputation as the “godfather of public administration in the Tristate” [Cincinnati Enquirer 6 March 1988] because of the many governmental officials he mentored at the University of Cincinnati and at Xavier University. Dorelle, who had earned a degree in English from DePauw, added a bachelor’s (1952) and master’s (1965) in education from UC while also taking classes at the Cincinnati Art Academy.

Dorelle taught English for several years in Cincinnati high schools and at the Ohio Mechanics Institute. During the summers she was a fixture at Pogue’s Department Store. Hundreds of Queen City baby boomers likely display pastel portraits of themselves, sketched by Dorelle at her stand in the Pogue’s children’s department. She hated the drab institutional brown walls in her husband’s office, so one day she hauled her pastels over to City Hall and executed a large mural of the Cincinnati skyline, drawn from memory.

UC’s University College recruited Dorelle in the mid-1960s and she flourished there, teaching literature, art appreciation and psychology. With assistance from the Procter & Gamble company, she brought innovative technology into her classrooms with a push-button feedback device that allowed students to register immediate opinions regarding class content. She told the Cincinnati Post [14 March 1968]:

“When students become frustrated with a lecture or feel lost or just plain bored, they can indicate their anxiety by signaling me on the monitor.”

Dorelle’s interest in media and their effects on human communication led her to Canadian theorist Marshall McLuhan, known for his books “Understanding Media” and “The Medium Is The Massage.” Among the earliest mentions of McLuhan in Cincinnati newspapers is a reference to a 1966 Evening College class taught by Dorelle to introduce the Canadian theorist’s ideas to Cincinnati.

Simultaneously with her investigations of media and biofeedback, Dorelle dove into what was then known as the human potential movement. She presided over a multi-week UC Evening College class titled “Actualizing Your Potential: A Group Happening.” Enquirer reporter Jo Thomas sat in on the course and reported [21 August 1969] a most unusual classroom experience.

“I will not lecture,” Heisel said. “You will live out experiences, and I will ask you questions. Answer them in your head without verbalizing them. Writing is so slow and the mind works at such speed.”

Dorelle invited the students to form themselves into trains of about nine “cars,” kindergarten-style and take turns being the “engine” or the “caboose.”

“Elderly women hung on to 20-year-olds. Bald men chugged in front of bearded men. Around and around the room the trains went, gathering momentum and enthusiasm. One train burst out of the classroom door into the bright hall, chugging with gusto.”

The explosion of new ideas generated by the psychedelic Sixties energized Dorelle and she launched a series of public lectures to share her excitement. One wonders how her Cincinnati audiences, among such mainline organizations such as the Federation of Jewish Organizations and the Kiwanis Club, reacted to her exposition titled “Turn On, Tune In, Find Out!”

An early adopter of technology, Dorelle acquired a variety of devices to assist her research into altering thought patterns via biofeedback. Among these contraptions were the electromyograph and the alphaphone that made brainwaves audible or visual. She claimed that biofeedback, in addition to curing a variety of conditions from depression to migraines, transported users into a new state of being that she called the Kairos Dimension.

"The Kairos Dimension is nature taking its electronic course through you by providing strategies for amplifying your sensory range,” she announced in her 1974 book, “The Kairos Dimension.”

The titles of Dorelle’s non-credit classes and community lectures indicate the paths her biofeedback research led her down: “Brainfun: Steering Minds In New Directions,” “The Holographic Mind,” “How Biofeedback Opens Social Spaces,” and “How Biofeedback Supports Excitement And Growth.” Here is the course catalog description for one of these classes:

“Feelings of stress, tension and pressure take place only in muscles, never in the chemical-electrical brain that sends out orders. New research gives us a more accurate model of how we guide and control our range of ‘body sculptures.’ Small group exploration of the latest technologies.”

As the Human Potential movement evolved into various New Age philosophies, Dorelle’s biofeedback strategies caught on among that crowd. When the Montreal Star compiled a list of 50 important New Age books in 1975, Dorelle’s “Biofeedback Exercise Book” was featured along with books on transcendental meditation, herbal remedies, gestalt therapy and “The Joy of Sex.”

The nationally syndicated television show, P.M. Magazine, hosted Dorelle in November 1983 as “Cincinnati’s Brain Lady who enables you to see your brain on a television screen.” For a brief period, UC’s radio station WGUC aired a show devoted to Dorelle’s “Kairos Dimension.”

The Heisels divorced in 1977 and throughout the 1980s Dorelle’s public appearances waned. A Body/Mind/Spirit Festival at Avondale’s Unitarian Church in 1988 found her discussing biofeedback along with proponents of shamanism, tarot cards, crystals, chelation therapy and psychic powers.

Dorelle retired from UC and relocated to Plano, Texas where one of her daughters lived. In retirement, she played bridge and painted portraits. She died, aged 79, in November 1996.

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tf is depauw

[weirdyearbook]

"They're out to get you."  From DePauw University's 1973 yearbook.

Newsworthy: a collection of weird headlines and book titles.

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[yespat49]

Robert Fico a t'il été abattu pour ses déclarations concernant le vaccin et les agissements de pustula von der la hyène ?

  — par Pierre-Alain Depauw — 4 mai 2024 Le Premier ministre slovaque évoque la « conspiration von der Leyen-Pfizer » Le Premier ministre slovaque Robert Fico et le parlement slovaque parlent ouvertement de la « conspiration von der Leyen-Pfizer », le contrat controversé entre la Commission européenne et le géant pharmaceutique. L’accord oblige la Slovaquie – comme tous les autres pays de l’UE –…

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Sorry but it’s honestly so pathetic how Octavia Butler got siloed into “black female science fiction author.” Not to say she wasn’t those things, but the discourse around her is so dominated by identity and genre… You can’t find a single interview about her where there isn’t a lengthy discussion of her as a black woman, or whether or not her books are science fiction or speculative fiction. I wasn’t sure how to approach this at first but now that I’ve seen her complain about it in multiple places, I’m more confident in my assessment.

In one interview, she said she was tired of black author panels because the same discussions were had over and over again. She also got annoyed with an interviewer trying to classify her works into a genre. The most telling interview is the one from DePauw University:

I went “yeah” as soon as I read this, lol. She was very resistant to the sterile world of analytic interpretation, unfruitful allegorical readings, etc.

This is still happening, with all her works. I would never say that she wasn’t trying to write about race, often she was, but she was intelligent and understood the social context of such issues. Race is barely relevant in Xenogenesis because the world is a totally different place… How insulting to Butler for people to assume that because she’s black, she’s always writing about slavery and race issues, like she didn’t have the capacity for anything else.

Butler was someone well aware of true exploitation and domination. Bloodchild and the Xenogenesis series depict coercion, less than a perfect state of freedom, but that doesn’t equate to slavery. Even though Lilith explicitly says that the Oankali haven’t enslaved her, people insist on reading the books as an allegory for slavery… Butler’s mind was so expansive, so imaginative, so full of ideas, but people insist on keeping her trapped in 20th century America, where she did not belong.

[bucklemonster2]

The works of Christophe Depauw. PT2

De werken van Christophe Depauw. PT2 Ik zag zijn kaartjes in de Stuyverij en vroeg of ik er een paar mocht meenemen om te scannen en online te zetten. Niet veel later gaf hij zijn USB, daarop stond enorm veel van zijn werk. Helaas zou het teveel zijn om allemaal online te zetten, maar dit zijn (naar mijn mening) de mooiste werken.

The works of Christophe Depauw. PT2 I saw his cards in the Stuyverij and asked if I could take some with me to scan and put them online. Not much later he gave his USB, which contained an enormous amount of his work. Unfortunately it would be too much to put them all online, but these are (in my opinion) the most beautiful works.

[blatantlyright]

Let Us Pray

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#kinktober day 2

Tw: #fingering #sneakysex #pinv #unprotectedsex #religiousthemes #floorsex #sexinachurch #dontgetcaught #oral

Steve Harrington x F!reader

I don’t check Kinktober bits for grammar or spelling.

Kinktober day 2

18+ MINORS DNI

Steve realizes you left your messenger bag, full of college text books, on the counter when you were checking out at Family Video. He comes to your church to quickly reunite you with your things. You make it more than worth his while, although he’s not so sure he can ever be forgiven.

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Steve turned the sign to ‘Closed’ and locked the door. The Saturday before Easter was usually pretty busy at Family Video. Parents were determined to share the story of Jesus’ resurrection with their sweet little sheep. Perverts were desperate for something to distract them from the Bible thumpers all over town, parading their purity like a badge of honor. All Steve knew was he needed to hurry home or he’d be eating cold deli meat sandwiches for dinner.

He noticed the taupe messenger bag, still sitting on the floor at the end of the counter. You had forgotten it. You were so wrapped up in telling Steve about going back to college on Monday, about how boring your parents were compared to your friends at school, you even invited him to come see you at DePauw. He remembered how cute you were, covertly flirting, twisting your hair around your finger. While you went on and on about how lame it was that you had to go to mass tonight, he stared at your lips and the way your tongue swept over them when you were choosing your next words. At least he knew where to find you.

The drive to St. Mary’s was just long enough for Steve to chief a cigarette. He told himself he’d rush in, give you your bag, and rush out. Dozens of people filled the pews, heads bowed in prayer. He caught a glimpse of your blouse, he only recognized it because you had it unbuttoned so far he was certain he had seen your areola. You were knelt down next to your father. You could feel someone staring at you, so against your better judgement you turned mid-prayer and your eyes met his.

He gave an awkward, small wave. He held up your bag. You excused yourself to your parents, claiming you had to use the restroom. The last few pews were empty, so you snatched your bag from Steve and pulled him by the hand into a kneeling position in the middle empty row. “What are you doing?”, Steve whispered. “Saving your soul,” you replied, lifting your skirt to show your bare hip. Steve’s eyes widened as it clicked you weren’t wearing underwear.

He looked around the room, then back at your hip, then into your lustful eyes. “Can we go to my car? I know a spot-“ Steve was cut off by the pull of your hand. You placed it upon your thigh, exhaling slowly as he trembled, then gripped your softness. Heat radiated from your core as his fingers lingered closer and closer to your kitty. “Nobody can see us,” you reassured. Shaking, his index finger fumbled to your slit. His jaw dropped and his eyes slammed shut when he felt how wet you were.

“Can we please go get in my car? I’ll make it worth the walk.” Steve hesitated, almost pressing against your bundle of nerves. You sank down against him, grinding yourself toward cumming. He was throbbing against the zipper of his work slacks, pulling at the fabric with his free hand. Precum had already soaked through and he tried to hide it. “You can lie down,” you suggested, tugging at the waistband of his pants.

“Look, babe, I’d love to keep touching you but I don’t think Mary and Jesus and-“you rolled your hips and softly moaned, “God.” He nodded, “exactly.” “God, Steve, I’m gonna cum,” you purred as you felt your guts tense up into a ball. He quickened his pace, switching out his thumb for his finger and sliding up into your sweet spot. A tear trickled down your cheek as you held back your cries of pleasure. Steve bit down on his lip, unbuttoning his pants. The soft wetness of your pussy beckoned him to cum inside.

You let out a tiny squeak as you reached your peak, slowing the rolling of your hips against Steve’s hand. He made one final survey of the room. Everyone still had their heads down. He peeked at the door and caught sight of two women quickly scampering to meet their families in a pew close to the front. His head hit the hard floor with a soft thud. You looked around, checking to see if it gained any unwanted attention. Before you could do anything, Steve pulled you back over his dick.

He thrust up into you, stretching your soft walls to their limit. “Fuck,” you breathed. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you balanced against the kneeler. His hips rose to meet you, anxiously avoiding any sounds of your ass slapping into him. He wanted it, you wanted him as far inside of you as he could go, but you were already taking a giant risk.

You felt a second wave of bliss surging you toward another climax. At the same moment your thighs quivered and you bit your lip to muffle your moans, Steve filled you with spurts of hot cum. You came again, quickly and gently, feeling him throb inside you.

As you both resumed your praying positions, fucked out into oblivion, Steve mumbled “I will definitely be driving to DePauw more often.” You smirked at his confession. You noticed your father had stood, looking around for you. With a small wave, you reassured him you were fine.

Your dad was so impressed by Steve coming to mass with you, he invited him over for dinner after it was over. He accepted, sure his own parents wouldn’t even wonder where he was. “I know what I want for dessert,” he smiled, licking at his damp fingertips.

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i found the COOLEST thing on MRCC Tornado Tracks Tool

i dont even know how to start off this post because i'm so excited, i find this so freaking cool. back in 1974 america had what was called a "superoutbreak" of tornados. 148 different tornados within a 24 hour period. it happened it many states, and it caused over $800 million (equivalent of 5 billion in 2023) in damages and it was the most violent tornado outbreak ever recorded.

there was one town where this was particularly bad, more specifically because the town had just been ruined by an F3 tornado just a day before, meaning this was a three day worry for them. the most fascinating part to me? this wasn't the last time america had a superoutbreak of tornados. the last one occurred in 2011, with 175 tornados striking multiple states. the difference here however was that 2011's outbreak happened over a course of three days, whilst the 1975 outbreak happened in a 24 hour period.

the superoutbreak also lead to a lot of improvements in torando tracking technology! it boosted urgency in the Doppler radar research and development, and the national network of Doppler radars gradually replaced the aging WSR-74 (for 1974) and WSR-57 (for 1957) radars in the 1990s.

i just want to give you a visualization for each of the levels of tornadoes because that's what really put into perspective how terrifying it must have been to be living in that area of america at that time, or even, living IN those cities being hit by multiple tornadoes.

EF-0 tornadoes (65-85 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

EF-1 tornadoes (86-110 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

EF-2 tornadoes (111-135 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

EF-3 tornadoes (136-165 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

EF-4 tornadoes (166-200 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

EF-5 tornadoes (Over 200 MPH) on April 2-3rd 1974

all tornadoes that happened on April 2-3rd 1974

the storm system from above

and here are some photos of the tornadoes

F5 tornado from Xenia

 the Sayler Park tornado

 Depauw, Indiana tornado

tornado approaching madison

and thats the end of my little infodump :) i hope you enjoyed as much as i did. heres a poster for your accomplishment of making it through this post!

[allcatsconstitutethesamefamily]

From DePauw University's 1973 yearbook.

They've had many lives and many ages: cats I've met in my time travels.

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