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This wooden compartment, its glass windows long since smashed, lies adjacent to the primary metalworking room of the Industrial Works mill. It appears to have been used as a kind of functional admin room to store plans for the machine parts that were currently in production on the lathes. It also contains a battered old telephone booth, which is the green object at the top left of this image.
The Machine Gun Corps memorial (also known as the Boy David memorial) was designed by Professor Francis Derwent Wood R.A.
The bronze statue of David holding Goliath's sword stands on a pedestal of stainless Mazzona marble, and is flanked on each side by a moulded bronze Vickers machine gun dressed with laurel wreaths. A soldier's helmet and pack sits at the foot of each gun.
The memorial was originally erected in Grosvenor Place, London and moved to its current location in the early 1960's.
It was unveiled by Field-Marshall the Duke of Connaught in a ceremony which took place on Sunday 10th May 1925. A rededication ceremony took place in May 1963.
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"The Glorious Heroes of the Machine Gun Corps who fell in the Great War
Saul hath slain his thousands but David his tens of thousands" (Samuel 18:7)
"1914 - 1919
The Machine Gun Corps of which His Majesty King George V was Colonel-in-Chief, was formed by Royal Warrant dated the 14th day of October 1915.
The Corps served in France, Flanders, Russia, Italy, Egypt, Palestine, Mesopotamia, Salonica, India, Afghanistan and East Africa.
The last unit of the Corps to be disbanded was the Depot of Shorncliffe on the 15th day of July 1922. The total number who served in the Corps was some 11,500 officers and 159,000 other ranks of whom 1,120 officers and 12,671 other ranks were killed and 2,881 officers and 45,377 other ranks were wounded, missing or prisoners of war."
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Pte 76918 George Wright (Earls Croome)
11.04.17 Arras Memorial
'C' Battalion, Machine Gun Corps (Heavy Branch)
Gunner 205674 William H. Guilford M.M. (Lea)
08.05.17 Lea
Machine Gun Corps (Heavy Branch)
Corporal 19345 Herbert Arnold (Redmarley memorial)
30.06.16 Bully-Grenay
3rd Company, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry) Regiment
2nd Lieut Edwin Horler (Dymock memorial)
31.07.17 Voormezeele
122nd Company, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Gunner Sydney Richard Ryder (Newnham on Severn memorial)
21.10.17 Dozinghem, Belgium
105th Company, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Pte 128339 Kingsley S. Franklin (Glos Volunteers Memorial)
29.04.18 Villars-Bretonneux
Machine Guns Corps (Infantry)
Age 19
Private 138417 R. Mayo (Elmore memorial)
16.09.18 Peronne
58th Battalion, Machine Gun Corps (Inf)
Pte 158555 William Melville Goodall (Prestbury memorial)
27.09.18 Rouex
103rd Battalion, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Private Albert Edward Dent (Hartpury memorial)
15.10.18: Kirkee Memorial, Poona, near Mumbai (The memorial stands at the rear of the cemetery in this Flickr photo.)
283rd Company, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Pte 128333 Bertram Windiate (Bishop's Cleeve memorial)
29.10.18 Romeries
61st Battalion, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Pte 182532 Leonard J. Sallis (Ashchurch memorial)
04.11.18 Birmingham
Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
Pte W. Hopkins (Newent memorial)
13.11.18 Busigny, nr Le Cateau
18th Battalion, Machine Gun Corps (Infantry)
"THE" IBM PC. This machine marked the beginning of the era of the PC.
PC's became modular and the parts and software became standardized and interchangeable, and therefore inexpensive for both business and personal use. This one machine is where the entire modern age of computers really began.
It also spawned an epic war between IBM's PC and Apple Computer's MAC, that still rages some 30 odd years later.
In the new "Machine Learning Studio" everyone can experiment with concrete applications of AI: self-driving cars are built and tested, and robots with face recognition are programmed.
Credit: vog.photo
THE LIE MACHINE (2014)
Suitcase, computer, speaker, Voice Stress Analysis software, autobiographical read-by-the author audiobooks (Palin, Obama, Clinton, Bush)
Voice Stress Analysis (VSA) is a highly contested and controversial lie detection technology. Through the detection of variations in the microtremors of speech, truthfulness is evaluated through analysis of live or recorded voice. As a result, the technique can be applied surreptitiously, even posthumously, to the vast storehouses of spoken audio available.
The Lie Machine processes recorded audio with standard Voice Stress Analysis algorithms. The archive chosen for this analysis is a set of audiobook autobiographies, each read by its author: Decision Points by George W. Bush, Going Rogue: An American Life by Sarah Palin, A Journey: My Political Life by Tony Blair, My Life by Bill Clinton, The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream by Barack Obama.
The title, “The Lie Machine” is taken from a 1973 Playboy Magazine article by Craig Vetter of the same name, on the subject of the Psychological Stress Evaluator (PSE). The PSE was the first commercially available VSA-based instrument, “designed to fit into a Samsonite briefcase.” The algorithm gained notoriety recently in the U.S. trial of George Zimmerman for the charge of the second-degree murder of Trayvon Martin, where Zimmerman was cleared of the charges based partly on his successful passing of a CVSA test (Computer Voice Stress Analysis).
“We are not concerned with the guilt or innocence of a suspect, only in whether or not he seems to be lying. He’s either D.I. or N.D.I. -- deception indicated or no deception indicated.” (Playboy, 1973)
The project was produced and supported by LEAP Berlin. Many thanks to John McKiernan, Daniel Franke at LEAP, as well as Samo Tadin and Tuk Bredsdorff in Copenhagen, for their interests, generosity and contributions.
Opening: Friday 04.4.2014, 19:00
Exhibition:05.04.2014 – 26.04.2014, 12:00 – 18:00 Tuesday-Saturday
Participating Artists:
Jamie Allen, James Auger and Jimmy Loizeau, Ralf Baecker, Rosemary Lee, Sascha Pohflepp and Chris Woebken, Addie Wagenknecht
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The group exhibition Obsessive Sensing features works which as their basis look at the programming of the world as an expression of artistic research. The participating artists aim to ‘’sense’’ with the help of complex systems and thus to reimagine how we perceive the world. How do we go about sensing that which we cannot perceive? This is reflected in the idea of technical images, as described by Vilém Flusser – the preparation of the information which we cannot perceive for our senses. ‘’This can be achieved neither with hands nor with eyes nor with fingers, for these elements are neither graspable, nor are they visible. For this reason, apparatuses must be developed that grasp the ungraspable, visualize the invisible, and conceptualize the inconceivable.’’ (Vilém Flusser, Into the Universe of Technical Images)
Marillion
This Strange Engine
There was a boy who came into this world
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains
With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather
And the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river
Holding the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes
In his far away eyes
The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Chase the moon between the buildings
Running as fast as I could run
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the only one"
And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see
How I would cope with the illusion
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game
Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules
And live according to my own
And not be used, not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse
Daddy came out the navy and took us away
To his dirty grey home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he could be around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust
Of his Triumph motor bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner
Holding tight
From the horizon
Came home from the Navy to the mine
From the horizon
To buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes
And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine
Of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky
Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intravenous, Jesus!
Like being chosen
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can't explain
It's happening again
It's happening again
Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me
Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay
Table mountain, flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paint
And the sun on the equator
Setting like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to black
But coming back
Tomorrow
On the horizon
The blue pain
Fades to a point where it doesn't fade
It stayed
Blue
Stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine
This love
This love
This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle
I don't understand
That knows no faith
And tries and fails
And tries again
Stares at the sea
The night's dark deep
For one last time
And bleeds
And bleeds
And dies for you
And lies
And is to blame
And is ashamed
And is not the same
And is true
And is true
100ton injection moulding machine
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Love the green paint ! The three ports on the fenders indicate a six cylinder under the hood but I'm sure this had a V8.
This business may have been here long before zoning laws declared this a residential area. Such enterprises are commonly "grandfathered" - allowed to stay but create no precedent for similar ones to start up nearby.
It may have a long history of skilled wood workers, whose grandchildren perhaps are acquiring MBAs and going into finance.
Here is my latest marble machine. It is called Mr. Marbles because the bowtie reminds me of Mr. Peanut. This machine is made from Maple, Cherry, and Zebrawood for the bowtie, however each one I make will have a different species of wood for the bowtie to give them each a bit of uniqueness. Every part has been made by hand, no cnc milling or computerized design was used.
Here is the youtube video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBG3hctA3P8&feature=youtu.be
Enjoy!
This component was machined from a solid block of aluminum 6061. All work—milling, drilling, tapping and slots—were accomplished on a cnc milling machine. Later, a hard coating was applied for protection and surface lubricity.
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