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A four-legged, forklift-like mech built with the parts of 44018 Furno Jet Machine, my most recent Hero Factory purchase. Furno Jet Machine has a brilliantly creative build, but it also has the fewest pieces of any of the machines at its price point, so it was a challenge to create an alternate machine that looked "finished". This uses all but four of Furno Jet Machine's pieces, excluding spares.
It seems this cute little machine was made by the National Sewing Machine Company from Illinois, and sold by Regal.
Florence and the Machine live at The Civic Hall, Wolverhampton - 11th May 2010
Photographer: Bianca Barrett
Photographed for Gig Junkies. Read about the gig here... www.gigjunkies.com
I'm gradually decorating my journal about my 2016 holiday to Hebden Bridge.
I've edged the post card with machine embroidery( worked on cold water dissolvable fabric) and added a fabric flower
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So... yeah. I took a job at this big, weird hotel in the mountains. I'd never had a job before... unless you count picking fruit or chopping wood or babysitting. I'd never put in an eight-hour shift, or worn a uniform, or anything like that... just ad hoc jobs around the farm and with our neighbours.
I chose this place because it offered room and board. Which gave it an "all-inclusive get away from home and live on your own instantly" allure. Plus they were willing to accept young girls who had no experience.
I guess I should've heard some alarms when they asked for a full-length colour photo.
They said it was related to the uniforms... you know... so they could make sure they had the right fit when we arrived. I never sent a photo. They hired me anyway. So I thought maybe it would all be cool.
My sister's boyfriend drove me there... along a dark twisting narrow highway with sheer cliffs rising up on one side... and sheer drops down to railroad tracks and creepy green bottomless lakes on the other. My driver was seriously into drugs, and got me extraordinarily high. And then he just deposited me... with the suitcase I'd got from my parents as a combination birthday/highschool graduation gift a few weeks earlier... and there I was, peaking and freaking, looking down the long dark hall of this hotel.
It WAS The Shining, absolutely.
And it would only get weirder and creepier from there.
Almost all the staff were girls in their mid-teens to early 20s. We were dispatched to various jobs based entirely on our looks.
The hottest babes... the best looking, with the largest breasts... got the plummiest job, which was working in the dining room. Short hours, big tips, basically a paid vacation. (Though it did, apparently.... based on what I witnessed... involve having sex with the boss of bosses on the tables after hours... but I didn't know that then.)
The next-hotttest girls got to work in the gift shop. Which was the second-plummiest job.
Those of us with non-descript looks and/or flat chests went to work in the cafeteria. And those who were overweight, or graphically pimpled, or otherwise considered unsightly by the overlords... those girls worked in housekeeping.
My first day in the cafeteria was sort of like a dress rehearsal for hell. It started with the uniform... a brown polyester wrap-around skirt (one size fits all)... over a stretchy white turtleneck bodysuit... also polyester, with snaps at the crotch. Empty, these turtlenecks were roughly the size of a glove. With a female body inside, they strained to the point of near transparency... and I spent the first hour of my shift being sent back to my room... three times... because the t-shirts I was wearing underneath were deemed to undermine the sense of uniformity.
Then there was the work itself. The cafeteria mainly served Greyhound bus passengers. And part of my job was to stand at a steam table, ladeling out great slippery masses of god-knows-what to grey-faced people who shuffled through the line like penitents.
Between buses, there were the joys of industrial dishwashing... table cleaning... window washing... floor wiping... and the scraping of gum off all kinds of surfaces... along with whatever else had stuck.
By the time I had my first break, my feet were sore, my back ached, I hated my employers and I'd made up my mind that I was absolutely going to pursue some kind of higher education.
On my fourth day, my boss sat me down to tell me how completely unsatisfactory my work was. He gave me two choices - quit/get fired... or go work in the gas station.
The gas station! Wow. I was like Brer Rabbit... and the gas station (part of the same operation, but separated by a big asphalt parking lot) was my own personal briar patch.
Working at the gas station meant no uniform! I could wear my own jeans and t-shirts!
It meant no steam table, no dirty dishes... I could work outside in the fresh clean air!
So I made the switch. Changed jobs. Moved from the room I'd shared with seven other girls in the scary hotel to a room above the gas station, which I shared with eight or nine guys and one other (very cool) chick. Things were okay until the mudslides came... and cut us off from the rest of the world.
Those big slides took out bridges and completely covered the highway on either side of us. They took days to clear and... in the meantime... with no tourists, no traffic of any kind.... there really wasn't much for us to do in terms of work. So we drank. At the hotel bar. Almost all of us way underaged. And drinks were on the house. And I drank rye. And so did my boss from the gas station.
He and his girlfriend were both year-rounders.... part of the regular skeleton crew that kept things going through the long cold winters... travelling from building to building via snow tunnels. On this particular night, I was sitting between them in the hotel bar... and it was some uncomfortable.
In one ear, she was telling me about their relationship, and just how great it was, and how she was thinking they might get married, and how she'd like a couple of kids.
In the other ear, he was asking, flat out: "So... when are you coming home with me?"
I waited till she went to the bathroom, and then lit into him with muted drunken fury.
He didn't take it well and gave me an ultimatum: Have sex with him that night, or I was fired.
Um, nice choice.
My response was of course "You can't fire me, I quit!" And I did. Right then... at 2am.
I stomped back to the gas station... and packed up my stuff... and then came back to the hotel where I made the rounds... pounding on all the bosses' doors and telling them exactly what I thought of them.
It all felt pretty good (in that stupid, drunken way) until I realized... ulp! There was no way out of there!!!
I spent an odd, uneasy few hours in the dark... pacing up and down outside the gas station... waiting for news of the highway reopening.
It came shortly after dawn and I was on the first bus... and that, my friends, was the end of that.
I never went back there (although I've driven past). And I never drank rye again. And... yeah... I never again applied for a job where they asked for a full-length colour photo.
Isn't it funny? The older I get, and the further we move into the 21st Century, the more I find myself looking back into the past. Things seems to have been harder but less complicated one hundred years ago, and I find that more pleasing than a great deal of what I see in our modern, go faster, live longer world. Modern trains leave me without much feeling, but I smell the distinctive odour of a steam loco wafting my way and I am in 7th Heaven. This machine shop helps me look at the past, and helps to bring to life what things were like 100 years ago.
Remainings of a point machine on the territory of the former Berlin Tempelhof classification yard, which was closed in 1952.
The 1/6-scale character of Cloë started out with the stage name Khloë K. Koffiny as a drummer for Yasmin, Sasha, and Jade's garage band, "Vagabonds' House." But this head sculpt and the bodies I was pairing it with didn't really work for me, and the looks of the character didn't mesh well with Yas and the gang.
The head sculpt has bounced around among a number of incarnations. Recently I ended up with an "extra" Jiaou 10E body, which I purchased for another project but, duhhh..., I purchased the wrong color.
I tried pairing the misfit body with mistfit Cloë's head and it worked. Well, it worked in an over-the-top (and over-developed) kitschy-cartoonish sort of way.
I didn't really need another "adventure girl" figure, but here she is -- Machine-Gun Cloë!
Cloë is much happier as a stand-alone character -- who totes a Tommy-gun -- than she was as a background member of a girl band.
Head: SuperDuck SDH-019B
Body: Jiaou 10E WS "white skin"
and there she was, gleaming in the dark, calling to me, "come quilt, come quilt, know you want too...."
Attention! Our activists were attacked on this night. Few of activists were severely beaten by unknown men.
The police didn't caught the criminals, but suspended deforestation work.
--
Today we came to the Khimki forest.
At 11:30 we came to the forest near the Klyzma river near SNT Druzhba, close to the camp of ecologists of June 23rd of 2010 (the place is on ecmo.ru).
The deputy Gudkov of the State Duma came with us.
We observed freshly cut down trees - birches with leaves and a huge harvester (a machine to cut down the trees or even to pick them out of the land) nearby.
We wanted to come closer, securities rushed and pushed Yaroslav Nikitenko. Everyone was oppressed, the deputy became furious and started to demand documents from the guards, and called the police. I was not made harm, but it was unpleasant and unlawful to touch me.
We demanded the documents. They said "none".
They said "the documents are in the office".
We called the police.
The director of the company clearing called Evgenia Chirikova.
He said "they have all the documents".
Later he said they don't have a permission for clearing and the permission for the construction.
Greenpeace lawyer Blatova, Save Khimki Forest movement lawyer Kozlov both agreed that the required by law documents are absent.
We called the Khimki police.
Sheruimov said the following: "we called for the documents, they are on way, before they come we can't say the works are illegal".
That is absolutely weird and it's ununderstandable how the trees are being cut down and the police "believes" the documents exist and does nothing to stop illegal works.
N.B. In Russia the law demands the documents to be on the place of works and not "in the office".
The activists called the investigating department and started to wait.
They did't come. Then they called the higher departments, said about the criminal undoing of the police officers. This is still happening till the late evening in Russia. We're calling higher and higher, complaining on the officers, but no one comes to the forest.
That's why we decided to make a camp in the forest and to stand to protect ourselves the trees.
During the presence on the first clearing, a call from the witness came that near Starbeevo, near the old pioneer camp, workers with chain-saws cut down trees.
Part of the activists and lawyers rest on the first place, and the major part led by Yaroslav Nikitenko came to investigate the second illegal felling.
When came to the spot, activists saw many trees fallen.
Big birches with the new fresh green leaves. Especially sad looked the oaks very wide, of a few hundred years old which lay down on earth split into a few chunks.
Near the fallen oak we found two bottles of dark yellow liquid, probably oil and the ribbons for the chain-saws.
We called the police and started to write the act.
Suddenly an activist Beilinson cried out: "Look! He hit him!"
We rushed to him.
A volunteer of Greenpeace Joseph Kogutko stepped a bit aside and wanted to look at the surroundings.
A guard came to him, hit his mobile out of his hands and wanted to make him more harm.
We ran closer. The guy went on me, I managed to make a photo of him from a close distance, he could't touch me though. Instead he severely hit Alesha Belikh in face. Immediately blood flew out of his nose, that was broken.
The photos from the action, the photos of Alesha and the gangster are now in my twitter @ynikitenko.
The guy ran away into the forest. The securities just laughed at us, and the FSB which constantly spies at us just stood with the securities.
The police came soon, surprisingly. We said about the beating. The officer looked round the clearing, looked at the bottles and came back to his car. He said the operative group will come.
We stayed there to wait for the arrival of the operative group to check so that the police does it work.
Most part of people left.
Then the officer departed after some time.
We left too. It was dangerous to stay there in a small group with the gangsters.
Alesha refused to go to hospital to fix traumas, he refused to write to the police saying that is vain.
The police didn't come anywhere, did not fix the traces of crime, did not prevent the works.
That's why we with the remaining activists came to the first place, where they already arranged the camp, to protect the trees ourselves.
We hope more activists will come and it will be more secure, though it's already dark.
In case something happens to us we'll try to write to you.
Please follow us in our twitters and ecmo.ru
P.S. During writing this letter we observed a beaver swimming on the river Klyazma, one of the three planned specially protected natural areas in the Khimki forest - planned before the construction of the road Moscow to St. Petersburg through the Khimki forest was decided.
P.P.S. The securities here behave very strange. Something may happen at night. In case they start to destroy the trees, we will stop them.
--
Yaroslav Nikitenko
Attention! The activists were attacked on the night. Few of activists were severely beaten by unknown men.
The police didn't caught the criminals, but suspended deforestation work.
See also www.change.org/petitions/save-khimki-forest-stand-with-ru... - the collection of signatures against Vinci's participation in the project. More than 20,000 already collected!
Coalition for the forests of Moscow region!
Greenpeace Russia
WWF Russia
Social-Ecological Union
Biodiversity conservation center
Russian birds conservation union
Movement for Khimki forest protection
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Latest news about Khimki Forest from leading media VIA ecoradar
Yevgenia Chirikova, Leader of the Khimki Forest Defenders
We will open an international site soon: www.khimkiforest.org
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One of my daily occupations at work is cutting paper. For example posters, folders, leaflets, etc. One of the machines we use to do so is a hydraulic cutter.
You can adjust the length of your object with a joystick and a small wheel. With a light-bar behind the knife you can aim at the cutting-line at your object. Then you use a foot controlled pressure bar to pin the object to the table. After that it's "all clear" (the knife is very sharp and it will cut your arm clear of) and you use the two green buttons to make the knife come down.
I'm trying to make some more machines that I work with, one, because it's a challenge and two, as details for a later larger moc.
I hope you like it and please feel free to rate a comment!
Gasthof Ratskeller, Oy-Mittelberg. An old-fashioned cigarette machine in the hallway, alongside the vacuum cleaner and below a pair of teddy bears with hats on. There's something wonderfully naff about the Gasthof Ratskeller, Oy-Mittelberg.
I almost expected this machine to be selling Reval cigarettes, but it seems not, though it does have Gauloises and Lucky Strike.
First sketches and models for the Time Machine, a new interactive art project created by Pataphysical Studios.
In this brainstorm session, each team member sketched out their own ideas, then discussed them with the group, to design our upcoming time travel experience together.
Next, we plan to create a composite design with some of these ideas, to integrate them into a single blueprint.
To be continued ...
View more 'Pataphysical photos: www.flickr.com/photos/fabola/albums/72157623637793277
View our Time Machine slides:
docs.google.com/presentation/d/1Y-0SCKxvIOaM8wnz6h9TRl1Ek...
View more Time Machine photos:
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Learn more about Pataphysical Studios: pataphysics.us/
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