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As Top Gear's star turn would say through heavily jowled sarcasm. "This is a Guy Arab (pause), but its not any old Guy Arab (another long pause) oh dear me no".
Originally delivered to Lincoln Corporation in 1949 (I think) with a Meadows 6DC 10.35 litre engine, hence the short bonnet and wings. Meadows, who had a factory next to Guy's at Fallings Park, 6DC engine was an attempt by Guy to provide their customers with some thing more powerful and refined than the Gardener 6LW and more akin to Leyland and AEC's 9.8 and 9.6 litre offerings.
However allthough very powerful (135bhp) and fleet of foot, it was not very well designed or rubust. Operators generally replaced them with something else, when something drastic happened, rather than try to repair the 6DC. I think their speciality was snapping their crankshafts.
So I think this Guy inherited a Leyland E181 7.4 litre engine normally found in the PD1 and PS1 models, which was short enough to fit the resultant gap left by the 6DC.
Later on the bus was used by local firm Ruston's as a testbed for their air cooled 8.6 litre diesel engine, that they were then developing in the late fifties.
To this day this is the engine the bus retains, and develops about 120bhp and revs up to about 2,200rpm (I think).
So the Guy is quite quick if somewhat noisy. Still it adds to the fun.
If you get a chanceto peek at the engine it is so simple as to be unbelivable. Definitely a striking contrast to today's offerings which can look and probably are, extremely complicated.
I mean, it is obvious, it is appealing to your ecoguilt to make you carry it in your pocket waiting for that moment when you need his services.
And it is 100% guaranteed, right?
March 13, and this already resonated strongly. The emails had been getting ridiculous for the past few days.
At least I think it was sarcasm. It might have been a genuine exhibit, it was getting hard to tell by the end.
Nos volvimos amigos por el sarcasmo y mi egolatría. Nos une el gusto por las mujeres inteligentes y los radicalismos morales. Y, claro, la pose.
Si hubiéramos vivido en el siglo de las luces ocuparíamos altísimas posiciones en las logias herméticas que dieron forma a las jóvenes repúblicas o seríamos desertores ejemplares de los ejércitos nacionalistas; si fuéramos marinos, seríamos piratas.
Pero nos tocó vivir lejos de las conspiraciones que me hubiera gustado inventarme y de los descubrimientos que Rafa se merece. Así que nos queda sentarnos y echar carreta. Generalmente él habla y yo aprendo. Lástima que el tiempo no nos vaya a dar para terminar.
Ya me hace falta, de nuevo.
A landmark building on the corner of Station Road and the bypass in Mexborough has, at the time of writing, almost disappeared. 13 April 2013.
so this is fun (note my sarcasm... it's right by my house)... it's still there but now has like three times as many cones. the electric company is messing around over here... i am pretty sure it has to do with the apt building being built next door. a stupid ugly apt building with an asshole builder and they are trying to pass it off as eco-friendly but it is so cheaply built... pure greenwashing. they are charging between 1200 & 1400 a month for tiny little apartments. it's a total crock.
my focus is a bit off here but it's the best from that day. it happens to the best of us... or at least that's what i tell myself. taken in the evening, right after i got home... before i even made it to my front door.
friday night. 5:54 p.m. 76/366
this person digs Celine as much as I do, and so we should, their Spring/ Summer 2010 collection was FABULOUS. Dental Hospital wall, Chalmers St, Surry Hills.
About half way into my 12 hour day, Saturday. A day that shall live in infamy. If I'd take a better photo, you'd realize I hadn't even shaved. Where are Tommok, Herr Tumnus et. al.? AHHHH! "'T'reet me old mucka!'" I think, as I sit watching the clock . . .
English below. Sarcasm and irony and well.
10年前にはじめて日本に来た時には、20キロも入れる大きい鞄で東京→大津→名古屋→岡崎の旅をしました。最初はお土産等々20キロも入っていて、ホームステーファミリー点々回って、お土産を配って、鞄の重さも減るはずでしたが、日本でもいろいろ買ってしまって、帰る時はきっと30キロにもなりました。
駅ではエスカレーターもエレベーターが少なく、しかもヨーロッパで当たり前の「お手伝いしましょうか。」という声掛けも全くなかったのです。「日本人が親切というのに、もう、まったく」とぶつぶつ文句言いながら、重い鞄を運びました。
10年以上は経ち、確かに、エスカレーターもエレベーターも増えましたけど、「手伝いましょうか」という声をかける習慣はもちろんありません。（電車でも席を譲る人は少ないと同じ・・・）
ベビーカーの家族は、日本が大変だと思います。（もちろん、それは寺や神社のせいじゃない・・・ここにエスカレーターがあった方が逆におかしい…）
シングルマザーには無理だし、忙しいサラリーマンパパの家族も同様に無理でしょう。
階段は少子化の原因だと言って、加減だけど、もっと、周りを見て、「手伝いましょうか」と言ってほしいですね。
I first came to Japan more than 10 years ago, with a big suitcase that filled 20kg, I travelled from Tokyo to Otsu to Nagoya to Okazaki etc. First the 20kg suitcase was filled with presents for the host families and friends and was supposed to weigh less as I was moving along, handing out these presents. But unfortunately, I ended up buying lots of stuff and ended up going with probably something like 30kg.
I remember being surprised that there were very few escalators and lifts and that also nobody - as I was used to from Europe - would come up and ask "Do you need any help." I was really wondering where the promised Japanese friendliness had gone.
Now, more than 10 years down the road, there are more escalators and lifts, but there is still nobody wanting to help carry your suitcase or push-chair. (Same as people not giving up their seats in the trains)
If you are a single mum, that's a problem (or if you have a busy salary man Dad)
I don't say that the lack of stairs is the reason for the declining birth-rate, but Japan is not that kid-friendly and it would be nice, if a few more people would come up and ask "Do you need any help?"
Totally unrelated, but doesn't the granny look like she's been left at the bottom of the stairs just like the push-chairs?
The 2015 International Steampunk Empire Symposium held at the Holiday Inn Eastgate in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Thaddeus T. Venture holds the position of Master of Sarcasm as a member of Airship Passepartout out of Dayton, Ohio.
Well said. #obama #truth #funny #meme #entrepreneur #sarcasm
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Sarcasm: putting a mound of dirt right next to the only entrance really makes a lot of sense when the rain bounces off the dirt mound and straight into the work area. Idiots.
bucket, construction, flooding, leaking, window, wood.
during the addition.
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"For the sake of colours, Kodak film. We sell Kodak products."
This slightly dilapidated sign is on the wall of the photo shop in my old hometown, Kuhmo. The shop was where I was pretty busy getting film from and getting my photos developed, mid-1980s to around turn of the millennium. The shop has changed name and is probably under new management, but I was kind of weirded when I saw that the old sign is still there.
So I took a picture and threw a Kodak Tri-X filter (from Silver Efex) at it for proper sarcasm.
And now--a moonlit playground. How are things going? Brilliantly,
actually. Who wouldn't want to be part of a family like this? (that's
not even sarcasm, I add, mindful of the day I wrote something like "I
love reading trip trap trip trap in this version of the Billy Goats
Gruff" and and my editor said whoa, that's a little too snarky even
for you and I said oh, no, actually I meant that.)
I have just been reading a post on Salon about the difficulties of
getting kids to eat right, and the spirit moves me to...
Gloat.
There really isn't any other word for it, and I'm such a gloaty
gloater on this issue that I absolutely will not do a DoubleX post on
it.
My kids have always been good eaters. (we have been wondering about
Rory but I am convinced she is coming around, although she does LOVE
candy.) I can't imagine why, because I was that kid--the one who ate
only grilled cheeses, considered French fries a vegetable and wouldn't
eat pizza because of the tomato sauce. White pizza is still a godsend
to me, actually.
But picky as I was, the one thing I never had was any food hang ups,
and I thought about that for a long time when we first had Sam and
decided that we would just...feed him. What we were eating, without
comment or judgment. He could eat what he wanted off of his plate. And
that's it. The end of our food rules.
It's hard, sometimes, especially when, as the Salon writer says "you
like everything in that!". So we do say things, we're not perfect, but
in general, we offer what we are going to offer. You don't eat your
dinner? You still get dessert, if there is dessert, but most nights
there isn't, so don't count on it. If lunch is a sandwich, apple
slices and an Oreo and you start with the oreo, I won't say a word. If
you eat only the Oreo I will bite my tongue (and edit the next meal).
Our kids--all of them--eat when they are hungry. If they haven't
snacked all afternoon and dinner is Thai pork lettuce wraps and
salad... They wi eat Thai pork lettuce wraps and salad. I admit to
being surprised by this. If, as happened yesterday, I say no to all
the baked treats at the farmstand, they get excited about carrots. And
fight over them, and ear them in the car.
I know--I'm gloating. I told you I was. I think it's weird, to be
honest. I still wouldn't get excited about a carrot, or eat one for a
snack in the car. But they do.
How did I get this LUCKY?
KJ Dell'Antonia
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