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Pictures of Meem (grandma) and some of here friends from work. Grandma worked full time and was never a housewife. She graduated from business school and worked for Ford at Highland Park During the war. After Gramps came back from the Army she helped get him a job at the Axle plant in Dearborn MI. He was studying to be pharmacist at Wayne State and he was drafted into the army where he served as a medic in England. After coming back he had a new family and gave up pharmacy to make a living. Reportedly he brought back a valise of morphine ampules but quickly duped them down the toilet after he got home.
Meem worked and stayed home for a bit to raise my mom. However Ford called her back and she worked full time for another 15 years. Gramps initially worked nights to earn higher pay but later worked so Meem could work days and he could work nights.
Meem was remarkable. She never was the 50s housewife, She earned money and was not the type to keep house and be obedient. Gramps was equally fair and always good to her to the end. It doesn't mean they never disagreed or had arguments, however they were always civil and respectful, While Meem was not the typical 50s housewife she also was a loving mother.She was also very midwestern very straightforward and honest. If she didn't like you she didn't mince words. She expected civility always. She also was very funny. Gramps is what we called the schmoozler. Meem played golf bowled, knitted and crafted and was social.
Every year she organized and sent Christmas gifts to us (as my parents were struggling monetarily). You don't realize how precious this is till these people in your life are gone.
She was a wonderful grandma.
Mercury metal under argon in an ampule. Mercury is the only metal, as an element (rather than an alloy) that is a liquid at 20 C, 68 F (normal room temperature). It melts at -38.83 °C and boils at 356.73 °C.
Spathodea is a monotypic genus in the flowering plant family Bignoniaceae. The single species it contains, Spathodea campanulata, is commonly known as the African tuliptree, fountain tree, pichkari or Nandi flame. The tree grows between 7–25 m (23–82 ft) tall and is native to tropical dry forests of Africa. It has been nominated as among 100 of the "World's Worst" invaders.
This tree is planted extensively as an ornamental tree throughout the tropics and is much appreciated for its very showy reddish-orange or crimson (rarely yellow), campanulate flowers. The generic name comes from the Ancient Greek words σπαθη (spathe) and οιδα (oida), referring to the spathe-like calyx. It was identified by Europeans in 1787 on the Gold Coast of Africa.
The flower bud is ampule-shaped and contains water. These buds are often used by children who play with its ability to squirt the water. The sap sometimes stains yellow on fingers and clothes. The open flowers are cup-shaped and hold rain and dew, making them attractive to many species of birds.
Common names:
Afrikaans: fakkelboom, Afrika-vlamboom
Kannada: Neerukayi mara (ನೀರುಕಾಯಿ ಮರ)
English: African tulip tree, fountain tree, Nandi flame, Nile flame, squirt tree, tulip tree, Uganda flame
French: immortel étranger
Hindi: rugtoora (रुग्तूरा)
Malayalam: Poomaram (പൂമരം)
Luganda: kifabakazi
Luhya: muzurio
Malay: panchut-panchut
Sinhala: kudaella gaha, kudulu, Hujja
Spanish: amapola, espatodea, mampolo, tulipán africano, in Puerto Rico meaíto.
Swahili: kibobakasi, kifabakazi
Tamil: patadi (பாசடி)
Trade name: Nandi flame.
A low pressure argon ampule produces violet discharge when placed in an electric field produced from 2kV high voltage transformer.
This is a macro shot that was taken with crossed polarizing filters behind and in front of a Hot Shoe Spirit level.
The oil in the ampules had almost no effect on the color; but the plastic block changed the white lite from a strobe to shades of blue. If you look very carefully, you can just make out stress patterns where the plastic cured around one of the clip rings holding an ampule in place.
One of my favorite things about this photo is the way the oil filled ampule, the air bubble and the plastic block each provided a different focal length to the grid pattern on the strobes diffuser.
Spathodea is a monotypic genus in the flowering plant family Bignoniaceae. The single species is Spathodea campanulata, known as the Fountain Tree, African tulip tree, Flame-of-the-forest or Nandi Flame. It is a tree that grows between 7–25 metres (23 - 82 ft) tall, native to tropical Africa. This tree is planted extensively as an ornamental tree throughout the tropics and is much appreciated for its very showy reddish-orange or crimson (rarely yellow), campanulate flowers. It has the potential to become an invasive species, however.
The flower bud is ampule-shaped and contains water. These buds are often used by children who play with its ability to squirt the water. The sap sometimes stains yellow on fingers and clothes. The open flowers are cup-shaped and holds rain and dew, making them attractive to many species of birds. In Neotropical gardens and parks, their nectar is popular with many hummingbirds, such as the Black-throated Mango (Anthracothorax nigricollis), the Black Jacobin (Florisuga fusca), or the Gilded Hummingbird (Hylocharis chrysura). The wood of the tree is soft and is used for nesting by many hole-building birds such as barbets.
The generic name comes from the Ancient Greek word spathe, in reference to the spadix-like calyx.
just received the holy manna of St.Nicholas from Bari,,,
thanks to You Santa Claus!:):):)
The "manna of Saint Nicholas" which was once commonly called 'oil' is actually transparent pure water that is formed in the tomb of the Saint in the crypt of the Basilica in Bari.
This phenomenon is not easily explainable. It is absolutely excluded that there is some kind of infiltration of water from the outside for it has been proven that the casket containing the bones of the Saint is impermeable.
Notwithstanding the various solutions that are arrived at from numerous hypothesis forwarded, whether supernatural or natural explanations of the phenomenon, the manna is an authentic relic, because it is a liquid that remained in contact with the bones of the Saint, and therefore explains the very reason why there is such a great devotion springing up from this relic.
The manna also exuded in the tomb of the Basilica of Myra immediately after the death of Saint Nicholas, as attested to by numerous biographies and eulogies, all are in accord of the exemplary virtue of the miracle worker. The Legends of the translation likewise affirm that the urn containing the remains of Saint Nicholas of Myra was full of "manna". After the translation to Bari the phenomenon continued uninterruptedly. It is also fully proven that the pilgrims coming to Bari, are attracted to the tomb of the Saint in view of the fact that the "manna" is famous because of the miracles St. Nicholas accomplishes through it.
Between 1954 and 1957, the authenticity that this liquid truly came from the bones of the Saint, as was commonly held, was put into question. In 1954, because of the renovation being done in the crypt, the tomb was opened and the bones were exhumed. Then they were placed inside an urn, where it remained exposed to the public to see and venerate for three years in the hall of the treasures (of the Saint in the Basilica). Sometimes it was observed that the bones "perspired" a certain kind of fluid; one time the linen sheet which held the relics was found to be soaking wet when the mortal remains of St. Nicholas were re-interred in the tomb. This linen cloth has been preserved up to this day.
From 1980 onwards the manna is formally extracted every May 9, the Feast of the Translation (of the relics from Myra to Bari), by the Rector of the Basilica, in the presence of the delegate of the Pope, the Archbishop of Bari, an Orthodox Bishop, Civil Authorities, the Clergy and Faithful, after the solemn celebration of the Eucharist. The Bishop gives the blessing and after him the Orthodox Bishop too, to the excited assembly of the faithful, with the crystal vial containing the freshly extracted precious liquid, artistically hand painted and is called "glass of St. Nicholas." The annual output of pure "santa manna" is no more than about 50 ml.
The devotees from time immemorial have always re coursed to the Protector Saint to ask for health in mind and body, by using the "manna". The liquid distributed to the faithful is holy water in which the "pure santa manna" was mixed. This liquid, conserved in ampules, are taken in as a drink or sprinkled in the part of the body that is suffering from an illness. The Baresian families, from an ancient tradition, kept them as a relic in big bottles designed by local artists depicting episodes from the life, miracles and protection of the Saint. These bottles are very precious whether in the area of religious devotion or cultural-artistic heritage.
The pious use of the manna is a source of hope and health for those who trustingly abandon themselves to God and true devotion to the Saint of Myra, beseeching his intercession and special protection. Recourse to the virtues of the miracle worker of this liquid leaves in anyway a sign that strengthens the Christian faith and the witness of good works.
The relics of Saints (and the manna is a unique relic of St. Nicholas), like the Sacraments, are spiritual helps for us believers to enliven our faith and to sustain us in the midst of our human weakness.
Spathodea is a monotypic genus in the flowering plant family Bignoniaceae. The single species is Spathodea campanulata, known as the Fountain Tree, African tulip tree, Flame-of-the-forest or Nandi Flame. It is a tree that grows between 7–25 metres (23 - 82 ft) tall, native to tropical Africa. This tree is planted extensively as an ornamental tree throughout the tropics and is much appreciated for its very showy reddish-orange or crimson (rarely yellow), campanulate flowers. It has the potential to become an invasive species, however.
The flower bud is ampule-shaped and contains water. These buds are often used by children who play with its ability to squirt the water. The sap sometimes stains yellow on fingers and clothes. The open flowers are cup-shaped and holds rain and dew, making them attractive to many species of birds. In Neotropical gardens and parks, their nectar is popular with many hummingbirds, such as the Black-throated Mango (Anthracothorax nigricollis), the Black Jacobin (Florisuga fusca), or the Gilded Hummingbird (Hylocharis chrysura). The wood of the tree is soft and is used for nesting by many hole-building birds such as barbets.
The generic name comes from the Ancient Greek word spathe, in reference to the spadix-like calyx.
Sodium Thiopental is one heck of an interesting drug. You probably recognize it as the "truth serum". Did you know it's also the first of three drugs administered in an execution by lethal injection? The ampule contains 1 gram of the drug. A typical dose in a medical setting would be somewhere in the 200-400mg range for a normal sized adult. The dose delivered for a lethal injection would typically be about 5 of these ampules.
It's a rapid-onset, and short-acting barbiturate general anesthetic. In small doses, it tends to make people agreeable, and talkative. In larger doses, it makes you go night-night.
This ampule was manufactured way back in 1956.
Medicines tray in the delivery room of a Community Healthcare Center outside of Lucknow city. There were no oxytocin ampules kept in the delivery room and active management of the third stage of a labour did not seem to be practiced at this facility.
Pictures of Meem (grandma) and some of here friends from work. Grandma worked full time and was never a housewife. She graduated from business school and worked for Ford at Highland Park During the war. After Gramps came back from the Army she helped get him a job at the Axle plant in Dearborn MI. He was studying to be pharmacist at Wayne State and he was drafted into the army where he served as a medic in England. After coming back he had a new family and gave up pharmacy to make a living. Reportedly he brought back a valise of morphine ampules but quickly duped them down the toilet after he got home.
Meem worked and stayed home for a bit to raise my mom. However Ford called her back and she worked full time for another 15 years. Gramps initially worked nights to earn higher pay but later worked so Meem could work days and he could work nights.
Meem was remarkable. She never was the 50s housewife, She earned money and was not the type to keep house and be obedient. Gramps was equally fair and always good to her to the end. It doesn't mean they never disagreed or had arguments, however they were always civil and respectful, While Meem was not the typical 50s housewife she also was a loving mother.She was also very midwestern very straightforward and honest. If she didn't like you she didn't mince words. She expected civility always. She also was very funny. Gramps is what we called the schmoozler. Meem played golf bowled, knitted and crafted and was social.
Every year she organized and sent Christmas gifts to us (as my parents were struggling monetarily). You don't realize how precious this is till these people in your life are gone.
She was a wonderful grandma.
From Alkaloids of Ergot Albert Hofmann synthesized LSD for the first time in 1938.
International symposium on the occasion of the 100th birthday of Albert Hofmann.
13th to 15th January 2006 convention center Basel, Switzerland.
Operation: Rising Tide
16MAR03. After a short break we were called to duty again. Apparently a Russian mob outfit was trying to move American chemical agents into Kuwait via boat. I mean, what the actual fuck? I guess that ban on chemical warfare didn’t get far into the destruction of existing substances.
15MAR03 2140 Zulu. Geared up and leaving from an unmarked airstrip near Hafar-Al-Batin on an AC-130. Destination: 28 miles west of Al Jahra. Our guys stateside had already found the source of said substances and had it all mopped up. Our job was to intercept the existing shipment and return it to its rightful owner for proper disposal. Eliminate all hostiles. They weren’t going to give up without a major fight so we were expecting heavily armed resistance. Intel had their hands full. We had a list of known Orekhovskaya operatives that would definitely be on site. We had the boat in question: The Red Sea Star. We did not, however, have enough intel on any locals who were assisting, presumably for a cut of the profits. This was not expected to be a quick in and out operation. We expected casualties. Why not just sink the boat and blame weather? Because nobody wants that shit floating around in the ocean.
15MAR03 2225 Zulu. HALO jumps. We had men on the ground already but their role was to extract upon completion. On a very well hidden makeshift airstrip we met SEAL Team 5 Foxtrot. They had all the neat toys. M82A1 anti materiel rifles. FGM-148 Javelin launchers. MacMillan TAC-338 rifles. These are the guys that can shoot the fuzz off of a dandelion at 1,300 yards. SEAL Team 4 Echo was my team. 8 of us. Our opposition: 6 Orekhovskaya captains. Whovever is on the Red Sea Star. Whatever weapons they bring. We consisted of 8 members. M4 rifles, suppressed. M9A2 pistols, suppressed. M18A1 Claymore mines, not suppressed. M67 frag grenades. K-bar 5020 knives. Wits. Cunning. Bad breath. Harsh language. We were taking 2 of the MacMillan rifles and their operators. A force of 10. Rather than go in with regular uniforms, we were all dressed in plain black BDUs with no affiliation marking. As far as anyone knew, we were mercenaries. If shit went south there’d be no ties to anyone or anything.
16MAR03 0025 Zulu. We drove out in unmarked HMMWVs. There’s a small port near the northern tip of Kuwait Bay about 5 miles from the nearest road. We were dropped off to take positions. Can’t be all secretive with a few hummers parked right? The terrain was pretty flat. Night vision worked pretty well under the clear starry sky. Thermal picked up nothing. We dug in and got ready to catch a boat.
16MAR03 0100 Zulu. The Red Sea Star was smaller than we expected, more like a big yacht than a cargo vessel. The plan was to wait for people to come ashore and hit them. They would be protecting the boat so a good portion of them would be on the beach. Only nobody left the boat. It kind of ran ashore and stuck itself in the sand. Few things I hate more than when the plan gets changed. Ensign Smith (that’s what I’ll call him) was running thermal on the scope of his MacMillan. Faint heat signatures on the bridge. 5 hostiles. Unable to determine level of armament.
16MAR03 0140 Zulu. We heard the sounds of large trucks coming from the road. 4 semis. Driving to where the Red Sea Star was beached. Now things made sense. We prepared. One truck was carrying a fork lift. That would make things slow. Good for us. We saw 2 people get off the boat and meet with 4 guys from the truck with the fork lift. Hands were shaken. A briefcase was handed over. However. 4 people from another truck ambushed the guys from the boat and they took back the briefcase. Everyone in trucks got out and formed a semicircle around them. 20 heavily armed hostiles. Whoever was left on the boat was no longer of consequence because one of the Orekhovskaya captains went aboard and eliminated whatever crew was still on board. Something didn’t look right about the hostiles pulling guard duties. Something was horribly wrong. They opened fire on us. We were so well dug in, God Himself couldn’t see us, but their guys could. We weren’t expecting a full blown firefight and here it was. We returned fire and a few of the hostiles fell. But they managed to take out one of the MacMillan boys before he got a single shot off. Then the grenades flew. We were dug in enough to minimize the effect of their ordnance but it wasn’t enough. Someone was screaming behind me, a few yards away. The grenade that hit his position was incendiary. We couldn’t do a thing to help him. We could only continue engagement. One of the hostiles kind of exploded off to the side. His head seemed to peel itself from his neck, and quickly. M82A1 fire. My best count had three from 5 Foxtrot leveling the playfield. The hostiles retreated onto the boat. The forklift had been destroyed with its driver. Mission parameters did not allow for the destruction of the boat or the cargo, but our only option was to board.
16MAR03 0250 Zulu. Everything stopped as suddenly as it started. We had 3 casualties. Lt Smith got on the code-a-phone.
“Andy’s Mom, this is Buzz Lightyear, request page refresh”. 30 second of silence. His face lit up when they responded and whatever color he had in his face drained out. We gathered around and got the bad news. “Our intel is compromised, “ he started, “they knew something was going to happen so they hired former SPEZNATZ as security. We are to proceed with extreme prejudice. No one on the boat sees the sun come up. Cargo safety is priority one.” He let it sink in. I asked the first question.
“Do we know what part of the boat the cargo is in?”
“Cargo is secured in the space below the bridge” he replied immediately. “Apparently their expectation of resistance led them to store it all in hardened containers. 9MM and 5.56 aren’t a problem. Make sure you have your atropine ampules.”
16MAR03 0310 Zulu. The 75 yards to the boat was the longest 75 yards I’ve ever advanced over. Our boys with the .50 rifles kept us as covered as they could. We opted to climb other parts of the boat rather than front door our way on board. Current hostile count: 17. Normally this might be a walk in the park, but we were facing the Russian equivalent of ourselves. It was about anyone’s game now. Three of us (including myself) came up over the port side. Nobody there. We took up positions on the deck, covering behind the structures. Three more made it aboard. Before the next three got to the ropes a mine went off. We were down by three. The six of us on board were now on a seek and destroy. A grenade hit the deck in front of us. I managed to throw an empty M4 magazine and push it away some. Not really enough. Our body armor protected some, but just a hair short of completely. The six of us now had a liability in a man that couldn’t walk very well. We could patch him up and have him hide and hopefully provide cover. That grenade seemed to come from nowhere. I peeked over the starboard side and found the source. An open window, I could see movement and hear voices. I plucked an M67 from my carrier and pulled the pin. I let the spoon fly and counted to 2. I dropped it and it went off right by the window. They were down by two to four. The five of us advanced to the bridge. Apparently nobody was watching the bridge. Three bodies, all shot execution style were piled up on the floor. We all heard a click as the selector of an AK rifle went from semi to auto. Muzzle flash told us where he was, but we were pinned. There was a break in the shooting so we prepared to return fire. He reloaded rather quickly and continued firing. I got my M9 ready as I’d only have about half a second. The pause. I mag dumped at his position. 18 rounds. He was hit by 4. I’m not a bad shot, I scored highest in the SEAL class on pistol. He was wearing a face plate as well as a standard Russian carrier vest. He took 2 to the neck, one on his right hand, and one in his eye. Body armor is great when it covers everything. We took his weapon and 4 magazines taped in pairs. His headset was destroyed. He also had grenades. Yay us.
16MAR03 0335 Zulu. Apparently we took out someone important. We heard frantic footsteps racing toward the bridge. Our guys outside heard everything and were scrambling up ropes on all sides. 5 of them didn’t make it. We scrambled off the bridge to find a better position. We found ourselves in kind of a corridor or hallway. Zero light so we switched our night vision on. People were leaving from the other end so we opened up on them. 4 down. We had left a couple of the aforementioned Claymores on the bridge. They spotted one but not the other. Gotta love proximity triggers. Something hit me.
16MAR03 indeterminate TOD. I woke up. I was stripped down to boots, trousers, and t shirt. I was tied to the chair. A gruff voice spoke:
“So, you are think you can come and take from me what is mine?” The remaining Orekhovskaya captain. “Your little team is walk into trap. They will be surround and cut down. I will deliver the cargo and you are my prize.” My mind was already at work. Whoever tied me to the chair was certainly not a Boy Scout or in the US Navy. I was copping a feel on the ropes trying to figure out the nature of the knots. He spoke again; “Do not think you will get out of ropes, I tie them myself!”. His hand crossed my face. Goddamnit that stung. I tasted blood. “You do not leave!” he yelled as he left the room. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I could see a little better. I thought for a moment about the four guys who were with me. Hopefully they got away. My legs weren’t tied. Their intel had zero idea who we were and how trained we were. The chair wasn’t secured to the floor. Wooden chair. Metal would rust too easily being on a smaller boat like this. I heard footsteps. He was coming back. In the distance I could hear gunfire and yelling. The door opened and he turned to close it. No more fucking around. Before he could face me, I jumped as hard as I could, then twisted in the air. The back of the chair caught him right in the breadbasket and broke. I rolled over and started kicking him wherever I could land a boot, as hard and as fast as I could. He curled into a fetal position, which gave me enough time to get to my feet. My hands were freed so I took him into a rear naked choke. My mistake. He likely had years of sambo training. I was right. He slammed the back of his head into my face before I could lock it down. I heard and felt the sickening crunch of my nose going to lunch. I put a foot in his back and pushed him away as hard as I could. He got to his feet at the same time I did and drew a knife. Motherfucker that’s MY knife and I want it back! My only advantage was size. Maybe I couldn’t generate the striking power he could but I could hit faster. I could still hear gunfire and yelling. As much as I hoped it was my team getting the upper hand, I had a huge Russian bent on killing me. And I was half blind from the broken nose. I reached up and set it as best I could. He took the bait and came at me. My knife caught part of my shoulder. My knee caught part of his windpipe. He stumbled back, clutching at his rapidly closing airway. I stomped as hard as I could on his balls, but he was still aware enough to jab me in the thigh. Fortunately nowhere near my femoral artery etc… but I was in trouble. I could no longer stand. He was still coming at me. If I survive this I’ll need to work on my knee strikes because he should be unconscious by now. He raised my knife over his head. With his dying collapse he was going to plant my K-bar right in my little heart. Things aren’t looking good. I managed to spit in his face before he started to drive my knife at me. The door opened behind him.
16MAR03 0405 Zulu. His chest seemed to explode as he took a .338 in the back. The surviving MacMillan man. The final hostile collapsed sideways. I tried to speak, but you know, broken nose and major blood loss and all: “Mission...complete..?” He rushed over and began first aid. I tried speaking again: “Bad guys...dead..”. He smiled at me.
“We’re all done here. You can stop being aoldier for a while!” I smiled back at him and realized I had missing teeth. I need a vacation.
19MAR03 0800 Zulu. I woke up in an Army hospital somewhere. My leg was stitched up. My nose was properly set. I had a wicked gap in my teeth where they had been knocked slap out. I found the nurse call button. She came in and gave me a smile. God it was nice to be safe again.
03APR03 0700 Zulu. The Department Of The Navy was curious about my side of the story. According to them, the faulty intel was due to simple human error. My response was to tell the senior officers that human error killed most of my team and almost me. I made sure they understood I was not happy.
15APR03 1300 Zulu. We honored our fallen. The Purple Heart medal and Navy Cross didn’t mean shit, really. The worst part was that there were exactly three people at the service. The minister, MacMillan, and myself. Afterward I wanted to thank him for saving me. I was curious how he found me.
“My name’s Ward. Ensign Craig Ward. “he said offering his hand for a shake. I accepted his hand.
“Lieutenant Junior Grade Charly Blackwood, “ I said, smiling with new teeth in place. “I honestly thought that was it for me. I owe you my life…” We shook. He smiled again. Tall, light skinned redhead. Piercing blue eyes. Oh my.
“Uh...ma’am, are you blushing?” Just a note; when you’re wearing a Navy white dress uniform any little bit of redness in your face is amplified by about 10,000.
An unlicensed pharmacy in Shivgarh. Here we purchased ampules of oxytocin which were stored at ambient temperature: 35 °C and 90 % humidity.
The Talisman of Charlemagne is a Carolingian reliquary amulet, which may once have belonged to Charlemagne and is purported to contain a fragment of the True Cross. It is the only surviving piece of goldwork which can be connected with Charlemagne himself with some degree of probability, but the connection has been seriously questioned. The talisman is now kept in Rheims in the Palace of Tau (inv.no. G 7).
The 7.3 cm long medallion is one of the few surviving items of goldsmithery from the ninth century AD. It is not really a piece of religious artwork, but a reliquary for personal purposes. Originally, it was set with two large sapphires in the centre, with the supposed hair of Mary between them, but in 1804 they were replaced with a piece of enamel glass. The talisman is covered in sumptuous gemstones and filigree work, but it lacks the figural depictions, coloured enamels, animal designs and interlace patters which are common in older works. The work is thus dominated by the filigree work itself, along with pearls and jewels in box and palmette designs. Thus the arrow-shaped repoussé decorations between the filigree could recall motfs which were previously common. The shape of the amulet combines three different forms with their own meanings. Firstly, it mimicked the shape of the Palestinian pilgrims' ampules which had been particularly common in the west in the fifth and sixth centuries, and thereby indicated the origins of hair which it originally contained. Secondly, it uses four emeralds and a central stone to create the a cross, just like St Stephan's Purse (de). Finally, the magnificent front serves as a frame for the relic visible behind the trasnlucent gemstone. It is likely that it was used to heal or protect a high ranking individual.
According to legend, the talisman was a gift from Caliph Harun al-Rashid to Charlemagne in 801. In fact, the reliquary appears to be a late work of Aachen in the time of Charlemagne, based on stylistic factors. It originally held hair purported to belong to the Virgin Mary.
Charlemagne's pre-eminent theologian, Alcuin (735-804) wrote in a letter to Archbishop Æthelhard of Canterbury, that he was trying to stop the emerging custom of wearing reliquaries around the neck, since it was "better to imitate the example of the saints with the heart than to carry their bones around in little sacks... this is a Pharisee superstition."
The talisman is meant to have been found around Charlemagne's neck when his tomb in Aachen Cathedral was opened by Emperor Otto III in the year 1000 or when it was opened by Frederick Barbarossa on 8 January 1166. The truth of this story is not clear. It would then have formed part of the Aachen cathedral treasury, but again there are many doubts about this because a medallion containing the hair of the Virgin Mary is not mentioned in the records until the 12th century. The connection to Charlemagne is mentioned for the first time in 1620.
Until 1804, the Talisman was kept in the Aachen Cathedral Treasury, but then Marc-Antoine Berdolet (de) the first Bishop of Aachen gave it to the Empress Josephine, wife of Napoleon Bonaparte, along with a bone fragment from Charlemagne's right arm, on the occasion of her visit to Aachen, during the procession of Corpus Christi on 9 December 1804 in order to thank Napoleon for returning the relics of the cathedral which had been confiscated during the French Revolution. She gave it to her daughter Hortense, who passed it in turn to her son, Napoleon III. At the fall of the Second French Empire, Empress Eugenie entrusted it to Henri Conneau who hid it in a wall of his house and transmitted it to her in England. In 1919 it passed from to the Archbishop of Rheims, Cardinal Louis Luçon, who placed it in the church treasury of the Abbey of Saint-Remi. The exchange of the hair of Mary for a peace of the True Cross may have taken place in this period (Wikipedia).
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Hypospray + Ampule, Osmosis Module, Geordi's Visor
Medical Scanner nodes, Laser Scalpels
VOY Medical Sensors, TR-560 Tricorder IV +Medical Adaptor, Son'a Beautification Device
WHEATON ampules are all glass containers that can be hermetically sealed to preserve sample purity and extend sample shelf life. These ampules are ideal for standards packaging, environmental and diagnostic standards, lyophilization and cryogenic storage.
Survival Rucksack 1B
Apollo
Each Apollo spacecraft carried two survival rucksacks to be used in the event of an emergency landing in a remote area. This one was used for training. It has everything that was in the flown rucksacks, including a water container, water desalinization and purification equipment, sunscreen, and radio.
Combination Survival Light
Apollo
This combination flashlight was an important part of the Apollo survival rucksack. It contains a flashlight, compass, mirror, four fishing hooks, needles, and knife blade. It is made of gray-painted steel with brass fittings.
Chlorine Equipment Bag
Apollo 11
Apollo 11 astronauts injected chlorine and buffer ampules into the command module’s drinking water every 24 hours. This bag was used to store the chemical ampules.
Survival Radio
Apollo
The Apollo survival rucksack contained the handheld UHF radio, which could be used for two-way voice communication or operate as a beacon for up to 24 hours. The transceiver, permanently set at 243 MHz, and its cylindrical battery pack were water tight. The rucksack also included an extendable antenna, second battery pack, and spacecraft connector cable.
Buffer Ampule
Apollo 11
The fuel cells that provided electrical power to the Apollo 11 command module also produced drinking water. Every 24 hours, astronauts manually injected chlorine and a chemical buffer (sodium dihydrogen phosphate) into drinking water system to prevent bacterial growth.
Window Shade
Apollo 11
The Apollo 11 command module Colombia carried this removable window shade to protect the spacecraft interior from direct sunlight. It fit over the right rendezvous window.
A low pressure helium ampule produces a grayish reddish purple discharge when placed in an electric field produced from 2kV high voltage transformer.
WHEATON ampules are all glass containers that can be hermetically sealed to preserve sample purity and extend sample shelf life. These ampules are ideal for standards packaging, environmental and diagnostic standards, lyophilization and cryogenic storage.
منحي رموشك العناية من خلال هذا المنتج الذي يحتوي على الأعشاب الطبيعية والفيتامينات ليمنحها التغذية والقوة وأيضاً يساعد على زيادة نموها وإعطائها الكثافة
تحتوي العبوة على ثلاث منتجات :
1- Dr. Lash Mascara Base
يتم استخدامه قبل وضع الماسكار في وقت النهار
2- Dr. Lash Ampule
يتم استخدامه في الليل قبل النوم
3- أداة قياس لتراقبي فعالية هذا المنتج على رموشك
هذا المنتج من الأفضل مبيعاَ منذ إطلاقه
وهذا رفيو عن المنتج
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69 ريال
Pictures of Meem (grandma) and some of here friends from work. Grandma worked full time and was never a housewife. She graduated from business school and worked for Ford at Highland Park During the war. After Gramps came back from the Army she helped get him a job at the Axle plant in Dearborn MI. He was studying to be pharmacist at Wayne State and he was drafted into the army where he served as a medic in England. After coming back he had a new family and gave up pharmacy to make a living. Reportedly he brought back a valise of morphine ampules but quickly duped them down the toilet after he got home.
Meem worked and stayed home for a bit to raise my mom. However Ford called her back and she worked full time for another 15 years. Gramps initially worked nights to earn higher pay but later worked so Meem could work days and he could work nights.
Meem was remarkable. She never was the 50s housewife, She earned money and was not the type to keep house and be obedient. Gramps was equally fair and always good to her to the end. It doesn't mean they never disagreed or had arguments, however they were always civil and respectful, While Meem was not the typical 50s housewife she also was a loving mother.She was also very midwestern very straightforward and honest. If she didn't like you she didn't mince words. She expected civility always. She also was very funny. Gramps is what we called the schmoozler. Meem played golf bowled, knitted and crafted and was social.
Every year she organized and sent Christmas gifts to us (as my parents were struggling monetarily). You don't realize how precious this is till these people in your life are gone.
She was a wonderful grandma.
Thallium piece under vacuum in an ampule. Thallium is a very soft, malleable metal that can be cut with a knife at room temperature. It has a silvery luster when pure but will tarnish rapidly in air, and has to be stored under paraffin oil or under argon or vacuum in an ampoule; this sample contains a thin oxide layer. Thallium and its compounds are extremely toxic, and should be handled with great care.
mk2 9mm sten
welrod 9mm silenced pistol!
fighting knives and scabbards
there's also a tear gas pen, releasing a .38 calibre ampule of evilll
colt .38 pistol
no.4 mark 1 lee enfield rifle
and a welrod mark 1 9mm sub-machinegun
Declaration:
The philes (ampules) and their content were used in professional, medical context. Instead of throwing the empty ones away they were refilled with water and then put back togehter using glue.
I never owned morphine or other opioids and did not do them neither.
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Strobist info:
Number of flashes: A = Metz 52 AF-1 (Oly) at 1/64 -2/3; B = Yongnuo YN 560 IV at 1/128
Trigger: Yongnuo YN560-TX Commander, RF 603 II (at Metz-flash)
Softboxes: A = Snoot, no softbox or bouncer; B = Snoot, no softbox or bouncer
Position: A = Almost straight from above pointing to the hand; B = At 1000 from POV, slightly above height of table pointing to the right
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A low pressure xenon ampule produces reddish purple and pale blue discharge when placed in an electric field produced from 2kV high voltage transformer.
Making homemade rubidium vapor cells. You have a manifold and a rubidium ampule under vacuum. You then break the ampule and use a heat gun to chase the rubidium into each cell. Finally, you have to melt the glass and pull off each cell. That last part is hard because if you pull off the cell too quickly, you leave a hole through the molten glass; air rushes into your clean manifold and contaminates the rubidium and blows diffusion pump oil all over hell. (And then you have to get an undergrad to crawl inside and clean the pumps.)