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MJE JP5 controls except that the winch and bin lifter controls are set up abit diffrent to the standard JP5s which have the winch controlled by a leaver next to manual pack. Took abit of getting used to this set up as the bin lifter handle on the right wouldn’t sit at neutral properly so you’d be driving down the road and the lifter would start raising by itself.
These controls bring back fond memories of flights on Northwest to Hong Kong in the early 80s.
Unplugging my headphones at the end of the flight caused the entire control panel to pull off, but I quickly just shoved it back into place.
With the servo arm fitted in the neutral position the cottons were pulled back an threaded through the rudder control horn. Crossing in the fuselage but remainingg above and below the control horn to provid clearence at the cross over point.
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It's in a bad way now. Built in 1704 by Robert Adam for the Molyneux family and changed and updated, it's damp and empty. Years ago it was used for conferences and functions, and reminders of its former glory are everywhere. Sadly, I lost any ability to control my camera during my visit.
A control panel for a washing powder packing line. Left for around 5 years this is the result. Sadly this nolonger exists other than on a scrap-merchant's pile.
Control room of the abattoir in Düsseldorf-Derendorf which is currently being knocked down.
This is where your meat and sausages used to come from, guys! :-]
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The Master Control room features nine 50" rear-projection systems that allow operators to see nearly any video or kiosk withing the Newseum and can be viewed on level 3.
Continuamos comprometidos con la movilidad, el respeto por las normas y la vida en todas las vÃas de la ciudad. Con el apoyo de la PolicÃa Nacional, estos son los operativos de informalidad.
PROCRUSTES IN SITU
Detail on the panels of THE JOTTING WALL behind the figure of PROCRUSTES. This JOTTING WALL served the artist almost as a diary of his thoughts as he was working on PROCRUSTES IN SITU, thoughts and ideas and phrases that passed through his mind as he considered Procrustes and all that his being symbolizes, thoughts concerning specific and contemporaneous procrustean events in his actual life. Also recorded thereon are the names of those whose death occurred during the creation of the work. Many of these words, thoughts, names and events will be transcribed here and elsewhere within this recordation in photographs of the actual sculpture.
For example:
The reality of Art has exhausted all of man's gods
8/6/45
Do not trivialize my worth
Artist are an ancient breed
Your fear does not move me
I will not compass your journey
A tight glove of pain
I would not ask you to follow where I have not been
Only innocence would walk mapless through the maze
I would lose you in a labyrinth of words
I have neither desire nor intention to float belly up on the tide
The artist must create of himself an hierarchy of selves
Would you leave wing-prints on the sun?
A culture-maker is merely self-centered
What is the color of your song?
There are certain events I would erase
Does your eye remember black as white?
Art seduces and penetrates sometimes inducing great distress
Would you kiss the raven's beak?
Dilemma: We live in a culture increasingly depend on criticism
We have no viable critics
Would you fly with the ravens?
You have mistaken my Desire for ambition
A liar steals what can never be replaced
1200 generations of artists have existed before me
Art cannot be demystified nor denied
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As Robert Cremean wrote:
PROCRUSTES IN SITU attempts to illustrate the obvious and redundant visages of Procrustes. He is omnipresent within the human condition: cutting, trimming and stretching each individual to fit the beds of conformity. During this phase of the Trilogy, I came to see how essential he is to everything that we are. Without Procrustes, there is no coherence. Procrustes is the antithesis of chaos. He is also the enemy of Art.
Procrustes thrives on repeat, stasis, and order. His sole purpose is to determine and control. Anything that threatens his authority and the dimensions of his beds is trimmed away or stretched beyond its viable scope of importance. The enforced illusions of Procrustes are in constant conflict with the Artist’s desire for truth, no matter what the cost.
In PROCRUSTES IN SITU, the connection between Procrustes and nature, sexuality and reproduction is considered. The linear extension of the species gives Procrustes great authority within the strictures of society. This is acknowledged in the beds of the mother, the father, the young woman, the young man, the child, and fear. Procrustes controls these beds through instinct. We are born into them. By these he controls us all. Chaos is not a threat to Procrustes in his natural form but rather to the illusions that that form has itself constructed. It is this illusion of identity that centers the drama of Procrustes: Theseus versus Procrustes, Art versus culture, chaos versus illusion.
Collection:
Fresno Art Museum
Fresno, California
A view from inside of the derelict control tower at Bovingdon airfield around 1982. It has since been covered in soil and has collapsed.
During World War 2, Bovingdon was home to the B17 Flying Fortess Combat Crew Replacment Centre (11CCRC)8th Air Force. After the war it was still busy with the USAF / RAF , being involved in activities connected with the Berlin Airlift.
The airfield also featured in many feature films, including "The War Lover" , "633 Squadron" and "Hanover Street" . Today Bovingdon airfield is home to a large prison and a saturday market site.
UPDATE : DEC2015 Bovingdon was used in the Brad Pitt film "Fury" for some of the tank battle scenes . Other films that have also used Bovingdon - Harry Potter ( Hagrid motorbike scene ) , Star Wars "Force Awakens" ( desert /palm tree plane crash ? scene )
"Life has betrayed me once again,
I accept some things will never change.
I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony,
and it's left me with a chem'cal dependency for sanity.
Yes, I am falling... how much longer till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?
I'm coming to an end,
I've realised what I could have been.
I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask,
I admit I've lost control." ANATHEMA