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My friend in Texas sent me more of these front of church signs. I just had to post them here. I've no idea who captured these wonderful 'truths' Hope they don't mind!
FIELD TESTER：Mr.KINUGAWA(フィールドテスター衣川氏)
ROD：PLAISIR ANSWER PA-B80SOPMOD(プレジールアンサーソップモッド)
REEL：RYOGA SHRAPNEL（改）(リョウガ シュラプネル)
LINE：PE4号＋leader40lb（PE4号＋リーダー40ポンド）
LURE：CD9/Rapala（カウントダウン9）
....And I answer, "In that wasp, you idiot, did you bring your Epi-pen?!"
Explore--August 2, 2008--# 274
On Saltwick Bay near Whitby lies a wreck. Many people stand and stare at this. Many a tourist will ask the name of the stricken vessel? Thats easy - its a wrecked trawler named the Admiral Von Tromp which foundered In October 1976. The curious will then ask how it got wrecked - thats more difficult to answer - it is still a mystery which will never be fully solved. The one man who could have solved the riddle died in the water that day.
At 1am the Skipper Frankie Taal set off from Scarborough Harbour. Mr Walter Sheader,(10 Longwestgate) Pierman on the West Pier helped cast them off. He stated that everything seemed normal and that the crew were definitely not drunk(if they had been the whole thing may have been easier to explain). Frankie Taal set a course for the Barnacle Bank fishing grounds - 45 miles NNE of Scarborough. He then had a cup of coffee then came back to check again on John Addison. Everything seemed normal and he went to bed leaving Addison on the wheel - he was an experienced man on the wheel.
Then skipper Frankie Taal was woken as the vessel was bumping and heeling. Crew member John Marton thought the boat had been run down - it simply didn't enter his mind that the boat could have gone on the rocks. The boat was heeling over off Black Nab on Saltwick Bay. The skipper was incredulous and asked Addison "What the hell are you doing!". He simply looked back in stunned silence.
How exactly did a modern boat with all the navigational aids run aground on Saltwick Bay. The weather wasn't bad and they had enough fuel? It was foggy but that shouldn't be a problem as they were not heading anywhere near the coastline. Captain Abbey from the coastguard even charted the boats course and when it sank it was heading due west. That was 90 degrees off course. The boat had been heading straight towards some of the worst rocks on the coast!
Strangest of all was the testimony of a senior nautical surveyor at the inquest. He stated that the boat if left to its devices would not have gone onto the rocks. It really was driven onto the rocks by a deliberate act.
Frankie Taal made valiant attempts to save the boat. They all put their Lifejackets on and then he tried to anchor the boat. Then the vessel turned broadside and it then started to fill with water. He had already sent out a mayday - having to get John Addison out of the way - who was still looking stunned and was powerless to act. The boat was now sinking in thick fog, with a heavy swell breaking on the stern.
The rescue proved very problematic. The boat was heeling over. Frankie Taal ordered the crew to hang onto the starboard side but the seas were too heavy. They instead went back into the wheelhouse. They stayed here for an hour. The wheelhouse slowly filled with water and in the end their heads were banging on the ceiling. In the end they had to leave through an open window - Skipper Taal was last out. Addison was already dead at this stage - drowned in the wheelhouse.
The rescue showed how difficult it is to save lives even in the modern age. The Whitby Lifeboat tried again and again to get near and failed. The Coxswain of the Lifeboat, Robert William Allen, even spoke to the skipper - who said that everyone was alive. The boat tried 7 times to get close. At one point the vessels even touched. Yet heavy seas and fog hampered the rescue. They could even have snatched the crew yet at that moment they were still imprisoned in the wheelhouse. Rocket lines were thrown by the Coastguard but again this failed because the crew were trapped inside the wheelhouse.
When they left the wheelhouse then problems were bound to occur. George Eves was on top of the wheelhouse yet a huge wave knocked him off. That was the last the skipper saw of him. He died drowned. Skipper, Taal was washed overboard and was eventually saved by the inshore Lifeboat. He drew their attention with his whistle on his Lifejacket. The Coastguard had thrown him a line but he did not have the strength to catch it. The other survivors were washed ashore.
It was a tragic loss with two men dead. Quite why it happened will never be explained - Addison died in the water. He drowned and pathology reports showed no signs of alcohol. He spoke to Alan Marton just after the accident happened just saying Oh Alan!" in a quiet apologetic voice. He seemed stunned and unable to act. Skipper Taal had to remove him from the wheel in order to try to rescue the boat.
The crew onboard the Admiral Von Tromp were:
- Frankie Taal, 35 Princess Street, who had 23 years at sea. Saved by inshore Lifeboat.
- Alan Marton, mate, 22 Longwestgate. Survived.
- Mr Anthony Nicholson, engineer, 6 Avenua Road.
- Mr George Edward Eves, East Mount Flats, Scarborough,fish hand. Who drowned
- Mr John 'Scotch Jack' Addison, Spreight Lane Steps, Drowned in the wheelhouse. His body was found on 25th October In Runswick Bay.
A Silver Medal was awarded to RNLI Lifeboat Coxswain Robert Allen. He had skillfully dropped anchor and tried to drift towards the trawler. A Bronze Medal to the Helmsman of the inshore Lifeboat, Richard Robinson, for taking Frankie Taal off Black Nab.
Sources
- Scarborough Evening News 11th November, 1976.
He waylaid her on the stairs after her breakfast. Since this was late, the sun was now high and rising. He had to say her name twice: she looked preoccupied, and very serious. She answered with some impatience, 'So, what is it?'
'Please come with me. I have something to show you.'
She was wearing a blue dress, trimmed with tartan ribbons. There was a bad moment when it looked as though she meant to refuse, and then her face softened into a smile, and she turned, and came with him. He led her to the conservatory door.
'Come in quickly, and close the door.'
'Am I safe?'
'With me, quite safe.'
He closed the door behind her. At first, in the sunny green and glinting glass, he thought he has failed, and then, as though they had been waiting for her, the creatures came out of the foliage, down from the glassy dome, darting, floating, fluttering, tawny orange, dark and pale blue, brimstone yellow and clouded white, damask dark and peacock-eyed, and danced around her head and settled on her shoulders, and brushed her outstretched hands.
'They take your dress for the sky itself,' he whispered. She stood very still, turning her head this way and that. More and more butterflies made their way through the air, more and more hung trembling on the blue sheen of the cloth, on the pearly-white of her hands and throat.
'I can brush them off,' he said, 'if you find them disagreeable.'
'Oh no,' she said. "They are so light, so soft, like coloured air -'
'It is almost a cloud -'
'It is a cloud. You are a miracle-worker.'
'It is for you. I have nothing real to give - no pearls, no emeralds, I have nothing - but I wanted so much to give you something -'
'Life,' she said. 'They are alive. They are living jewels, or better than jewels -'
'They think you are a flower -'
'So they do, so they do.' She turned slowly round about, and the creatures rose and settled in undulating patterns.
The vegetation belonged to no space on this planet, and in some sense to all. English primroses and bluebells, daffodils, and crocus shone amongst evergreen luxuriant tropical creepers, their soft perfumes mingling with exotic stephanotis and sweet jasmine. She turned round and round, and the butterflies circled, and the captive water splashed in its little bowl. He thought he would always remember her like this, whatever happened to her, to him, to them, in this glittering palace where his two worlds met. And so he did, from time to time, for the rest of his life: the girl in the blue dress with pale sunny head, amongst the creepers and Spring flowers, and the cloud of butterflies.
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There had been a yellow sofa in the Somersby sitting-room where Mrs Tennyson sat with her mending and the little ones tumbled like a basket of puppies or waves on a choppy sea, surging round her. Here Emily had sat alone with Arthur, that one Christmas visit, beautiful Arthur with his carved features and his air of knowing about the vagaries and coquetries of the female sex. He had put his arm round her shoulder, her accepted lover, and his fastidious mouth had brushed her cheek, her ear, her dark brow, her lips. She could remember to this day how he had trembled, every so slightly, as though his knees were not quite controlled, and she herself had been stricken by fear - of what, she could not quite remember now, of being overwhelmed, of responding inappropriately or inadequately, of losing herself? His lips were dry and warm. He had written often about the yellow sofa, after that, it had loomed in his letters, a mysterious solid object of oblique import, mixed with Chaucerian sighs out of some ideal Romance:
Alas min Emilie
Alas departing of our compagnie
Alas my hertes quene.
He had missed both beginning and end of this lamenting cry:
Allas, the deth! allas, myn Emelye!
Allas, departyng of our companye!
Allas, my hertes queen! allas, my wyf!
which she said to herself still, from time to time. ' "Allas, my hertes queen, allas my wyf,"' which she had never become. Poor Arthur. Poor vanished Emily with her long dark ringlets and her white rose. After this delicate embrace she had been so agitated in body and mind that she had kept to her bed for two days though his scanted visit was a bare two weeks. She had written him from her seclusion little notes in charmingly inept Italian (or so he pronounced it) which he corrected for her, patiently, and returned, with the page marked where he had kissed it. Poverina, stai male. Assicurati ch'io competisco da cuore al soffrir tuo. A verray parfit gentil knight, Arthur.
Mrs Hearnshaw was not noticing the sofa. She was speaking her grief to Emily, to Sophie Sheekhy, who had settled on a footstool near them.
'She seemed so strong, you know, Mrs Jesse, she waved her arms so lustily and kicked with her little legs and thighs, and her eyes saw me so quietly, all swimming with life. My husband says I must learn not to attach myself so to these tiny creatures who are destined to stay with us so briefly in time - but how can I not, it is natural, I think? They have grown under my heart, my dear, I have felt them stir there, with fear and trembling.'
'We must believe they are angels, Mrs Hearnshaw.'
'Sometimes I am able to do so. Sometimes I imagine horrors.'
Emily Jesse said, 'Speak what is in your mind, it will do you good. Those of us who are wounded to the quick, you know, we suffer for all the others, we are appointed in some way to bear their grief too. We cry out for them. It is no shame.'
His 10th anniversary gift may have been the new haircut from me, but Ezra also asked for a very special gift - it just took a little time to set it up :)
Answering the Warfighters' Needs
Frank Calvelli, Assistant Secretary of the Air Force for Space Acquisitions and Integration
Andrew P. Hunter, Assistant Secretary of the Air Force for Acquisition, Technology and Logistics
Moderator: Tobias Naegele, Editor-in-Chief, Air & Space Forces Magazine
Photo by Mike Tsukamoto/Air & Space Forces Magazine
Another very familiar church, just over Fye Bridge and so past the Ribs of Beef and Mischief pubs, the church stands on the corner of the junction of Colgate and Magdalene Street.
The church sticks its tower over the trees which have taken over the churchyard, but as ever, I had no idea what to expect once I walked into the porch.
The church has been transformed into the home of the Stonemasons of the Guild of St Stephen and St George, and the church now comprising ramshackle offices, a library and workshop.
It is also full of colour, with banners hanging down over the nave, and in the chancel and papier mache dragon's head dominates.
The guild were very welcoming, and we on hand to answer questions, and I think upon reflection, a real highlight of the day.
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The Church of St Clement the Martyr is a powerful element of the townscape of ‘Norwich Over the Water’. Its chancel stands hard by Fye Bridge Street and its elegant tower dominates the eastern end of Colegate.
Since becoming redundant in the 1960’s the church has been used for counselling and pastoral work, and is open every day for anyone wanting to pray, to have peace and quiet or to appreciate the interior. This use has enabled St Clements’s to retain all of its furnishings.
St Clements’s was built close to Fye Bridge, the river crossing of the major historic north-south axis of the City (King St / Magdalen St). The church is thought to be Saxon in origin and to have been one of the first in the City erected on the north side of the river. It probably dated from around 1040, although no evidence from this period is visible.
The present Nave replaces an earlier, narrower one, the corner stones of which are visible embedded in the west wall on either side of the tower. The church has no porch, though it is possible that the rougher flint-work round the south door may be the remains of one now incorporated into the widened Nave.
The Chancel, Nave and Tower are all in the Perpendicular style and probably date from the early C15th. However, the Decorated style of the east window of the Chancel suggest an earlier date for that part of the building. The Nave is wide but without aisles, relatively short and has a low pitched roof, making it look rather ‘heavy’: the former narrower Nave with a steeper roof would have been better proportioned. The tower, on the other hand, with corner buttresses at the four stages and a battlemented parapet decorated with flushwork, is most elegant. The tower clock has a fine classical frame, but is somewhat mismatched with the Medieval belfry window which it covers - but only partly.
The wall arches on both sides of the Chancel, enclose deeply recessed windows, or sections of blank wall. Do these represent an attempt to refine earlier thick and irregular walls? Also of this date is the Chancel roof, with its arched bracing and its wall posts supported on corbels carved with angels bearing shields – two with trumpets. The posts rest, rather uncomfortably, on the springings and apexes of the wall arches. The font is in the Perpendicular style and carved with flowers and leaves.
In the floor of the Nave can still be seen a brass memorial to Margaret Petwoode dated 1514.
The Wood Family: a large floor slab just inside the main door, from which the brass has been removed, is very possibly the remains of the memorial referred to by Francis Bloomfield the 18th century historian as being that of the wife of Edmund Wood. Edmund Wood became Mayor in the mid 16th century and is recorded as having been buried ‘before the aulter of Our Lady’. He almost certainly built and lived in the magnificent house on the corner of Fye Bridge Street and Fishergate, ‘rediscovered’ in 1990 and now the King of Hearts. His son Robert, who also became Mayor, was buried in the chancel. He welcomed Queen Elizabeth on her visit to the City, but we are told that the festivities went on so long that he had to ‘forbear the utterance of…his Oration because it was about seven of the clock and Her Majesty had then five miles to ride.’ He had to content himself with presenting it to her in writing, whereupon she ’made him a Knight [and departed] with the Water standing in her eyes.’
In the South Churchyard is a box-tomb inscribed to the memory of the parents of Mathew Parker, Archbishop of Canterbury under Queen Elizabeth, though it is clearly of a much later date. In 1549 he preached here against the ‘hurliburlies’ of Kett’s Rebellion. He left money for an annual sermon in the church, which continues to this day.
The 19th century saw wealthy families moving out of the parish and poor people and industry taking over. The established church came to see its task as one of mission to the poor, partly – it must be said – in competition with the Nonconformists. In 1889 a musicians’ gallery, double decker pulpit and box pews were removed and the present furnishings were installed. They include pews with attractively varied carved panels on the ends.
Stained glass is limited to the borders of the windows at either end on the church. The green tinted glass of the west window combines with the vibrant orange boarder to give a surprisingly pleasant light. All other windows are clear glass making the Nave an airy light space.
www.norwich-churches.org/St Clements/home.shtm
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St Clement stands at the point where medieval and modern Norwich meet; to the south are Pye Bridge, Tombland and the cathedral precincts, while to the north is busy Magdalene street. Westwards stretches Colegate, leading into Coslany, the medieval Norwich- over-the-Water, the industrial heart of the city in the 18th and 19th centuries. Recent planning policies have brought residents back into Coslany, but that was too late for St Clement, which, along with half a dozen other Colegate and Coslany churches, was declared redundant as a result of the Brooke report in the late 1960s.
The clock has been recently restored as a War Memorial, and looks very fine; its placing over the bell window is a bit awkward, but at least it provides a landmark, and there isn't another quite like it.
St Clement was probably the first of the city churches on the north side of the river, and has lived through the changes that a thousand years have brought. The present church is almost entirely the work of the 15th century, although the chancel is slightly earlier.
The font is an early 16th century one, with that proto-renaissance styling that makes us wonder how artistic endeavour might have flowered if the Reformation had not intervened. There is also a 1516 figure brass to Margaret Petwood in the middle of the nave, and these two features may indicate the date at which the church was finished.Apart from that, the interior is largely Victorian in character. There are 18th and 19th century memorials around the walls to the Ives and Harvey families, who supplied a number of mayors of Norwich.
At the west end are modern devotional statues, a holy water stoup and a place to light a candle, which might lead you to think that St Clement is still a working parish church. In fact, St Clement's future was secured after redundancy in curious circumstances. The lease was taken on by a local Methodist minister on behalf of the Norwich transport workers trade union, partly with the intention of its use as a chapel.
Because of this, all the internal furnishings have been retained. These, dating from the 19th century, are from a time when St Clement's congregation was almost wholly drawn from the local tenements and slums that housed industrial workers, so this is entirely appropriate.
As it turns out, one man's obsession has been a lifeline, and despite an arson attack about ten years ago, this remains the only one of Norwich's redundant churches that is freely open to the public for private prayer every day.
Simon Knott, November 2005
...to the question silently floated by. Like the clouds above, it was there, obvious, and yet, could not be touched.
There are 3 PCBs mounted in the main chassis. At the top, the small PCB contains an audio oscillator to produce a warning tone if the announcement tape is not properly loaded.
In the middle (on the slant, next to the announcement solenoid) is a 2-transistor latch circuit to turn on an indicator lamp if the announcement has been played -- that is that the machine has answered a call -- so that it is worth checking for messages on the tape.
At the bottom is the audio output amplifier to drive the speaker. Curiously, the driver stage and the driver transformer are on the main PCB, resulting in a lot of connections between the two.
So the bulbs did not work well. I decided to try white LEDs. An anachronism, but they can be fitted with no modifications to the machine so I can go back to filament lamps if I ever get them.
Top row :
I started with a white LED, a 1N4148 diode (to be connected in antiparallel to prevent excessive reverse voltage when the device is run from AC) and a 1k resistor.
Middle row :
These are connected together. They will then be covered with heatshrink sleeving and fitted to a contact base from one of the old bulbs.
Bottom row :
A complete indicator. I made 3 in total, of course.
Sri Dasam Granth Sahib: Questions and Answers
by Gurinder Singh Mann and Kamalroop Singh.
Sri Dasam Granth Sahib is the second sacred scripture of Sikhism after Guru Granth Sahib. This book gives a complete understanding of the history, compilation and relevance of Guru Gobind Singh’s compositions. In recent years many fallacies and misinterpretations have crept into the study and understanding of the scripture.
The authors of this book, Gurinder Singh Mann and Kamalroop Singh have given elaborate answers to 50 questions posed on the Sikh scripture. They have considered manuscript and historical evidence to provide the readers with thoughtful insights on how the scripture should be perceived.
This book features:
*50 questions and 50 elaborate answers on the scripture.
*Rare pictures of Sri Dasam Granth manuscripts.
*The Akal Takht Sahib stance on the Guru’s bani.
*The British views on the Sikh scripture.
*The relevance of Sri Dasam Granth in modern society.
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I don't even know where to begin with this one. Its a t-shirt... for wearing. In public.
I will only say that you would never find anything like this for sale in any country other than America. Not even in seriously Catholic 1980's Ireland.
Olivia answers questions regarding her plans for crime prevention at Ephraim's Place Community Centre. (Photo by Tim Ehlich)
Front page from the Daily Mail, Saturday 30th June 2007. Later the same day a car stuffed with incendiary materials was deliberately driven at Terminal 1, Glasgow International Airport. Twenty four hours before a friend of ours had her car parked at almost the same spot...
Relevant blog post here.
Ms. Kim is an excellent example of how a supportive administrative staff member can help make life easier for both students and professors alike.
47.52
Mindfullness
Be constantly curious. Wondering why will always encourage you to be more mindful. Asking questions and looking for the answers will bring you into the moment. Curiosity has so many positive benefits, but one of the greatest is its ability to keep alert to the world all around you.
Beth is very mysterious this week.
Olivia demonstrates that the GO line in Stouffville cannot be used as promised by John Tory. (Photo by Brian de Rivera Simon)
“You can have my answer now. My offer is this: Nothing.”
The Godfather II (um, [arguably] THE best of the trilogy!)
Michael Corleone to Senator Pat Geary
Scene: In Michael’s study after Geary announces his intention to ‘sqeeze’ the Corleone family.
Ok, so I planned to introduce you to this Chippy series later in the winter, however… Erica came up with this great, fun challenge & I figured that it was probably the perfect introduction to this series. So, here you go…
Texture ~ generously provided by SkeletalMess
Made for:
GhostWork’s Movie Quotes Challenge
11/365 Photo Manipulation Challenge
Movie Series (Quotes and Titles): The Godfather
I have already mentioned how sweet it was (in the summer) when Chippy would climb up on the deck chair beside mine and we’d share a few silent, peaceful moments together. As I had my telephoto lens on my camera, I wasn’t really able to get many photos of him on the chair. However, it was during one of these sessions that I came up with the idea to start a Chippy Movie Series. I then attempted, unfortunately in vain, to set up the classic scene of the Godfather (aka Chippy) in his armchair. No matter how much I tried, Chippy just would not perch in the chair unless I was sitting in my chair and my chair HAD to be right next to his. =^P Eventually, I actually gave up on the whole Godfather chair scene and moved on to other sets… but, then again, I don’t want to give too away too many hints too soon…! =^D
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"The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind"
(Found abandoned in a strong wind - Solomons, Maryland.)
Song of the Day: "Blowing in the Wind" - (Bob Dylan) sung by Joan Baez
Rolleiflex Standard
Zeiss f3.5 7.5cm Tessar lens
Kodak Portra 160NC
Professionally developed
Digitally scanned from negative
I learned a lot this afternoon from simply asking library staff if I could take some photos in the library. First of all, that no one whom I initially asked knew the answer to my question suggests that not many people take photos in the library, for whatever reason, for which reason the staff did not know whether or not I could take photos. Second, that the more I asked around, the more my question crept quietly up the chain of command, until at length the director of the library was asked, when she walked onto the premises after lunch, suggests that there is a centralized command in the library; in that regard, this institution is not organized in a similar manner to the way by which HKU is organized. Finally, that nobody knew the answer but rather than assume authority deferred to the director's discretion suggests that there are very few change agents, if any at all, in this institution. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, however, because this organization likely doesn't have to deal with major change at the moment: the best course of action is plodding straight ahead.
Likewise, no one whom I asked knew about the library's renovation cost and the cost of being a donor; but these staff members did point me to someone else who could possibly answer my question!
The lights were off in the men's washroom. It seems as if the washroom isn't used much. Inside the washroom, I noticed the automated sinks, urinals and paper towel dispenser -- that reminded me much of Hong Kong and South Korea; automation has arrived in America! In addition, I enjoyed the hot water flowing from the sinks. That was a pleasant surprise.
What impresses me the most about this library is the seating variety. There are not only many different types of seating furniture, but also many different environments in which these seats are placed: by windows; inside rooms; in seating areas; in corners. In addition, just as there were many different types of furniture looks, so there were, in fact, more broadly, many different, conspicuous areas in the library. They were clearly labeled to boot. In this way, this library shares its best feature with the City University of Hong Kong library: such a variety of learning spaces that surely one would find at least one type conducive toward studying. In this instance, I liked to study at the rectangular table in the cafe area. Many libraries, including the HKU library, could certainly improve its learning space by following the diversity model adopted by both the CityU library and the Livingston library.
What also makes this library conducive toward studying is its underuse. One could find a seat anywhere in the library: no squatting, thankfully. The shelves also seem underutilized. While on an individual basis, this surplus in seating is a boon, this surplus is lamentable for the community since it obviously isn't taking full advantage of this invaluable learning space!
I gushed about the effectiveness of the library's learning space to the staff. Perhaps they were amused that such a mundane environment to them could be so special to me.
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Deputy Secretary John Sullivan answers questions from Embassy staff during a meet and greet in Mexico City, Mexico on October 24, 2017. [State Department Photo/ Public Domain]
Answer: This fucking place... and while you're pulled in the driveway taking a picture as you're saying "OH HALLZ NO" a prostitue will walk up to the SUV next to you and proposition the guy who is way into it. You think that when you whip out the camera they'd scatter like cockroaches, but the guy will say "is that for me?" and the lady will laugh and then you just start laughing and drive off without going in the place. OK... off to Hollywood.
This place and more places like it can be found in the West LA Sleaze District. (McCabes Adjacent).