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Gadget - Gerät, Hilfsmittel, Werkzeug
2022 Alphabet Challenge Week 7
Knitting Row Counter - Reihenzähler beim Stricken
Strickfingerhut strickfingerhut/
Zopfmusternadel
stitch marker - Reihen-/Maschenmarkierer
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Yeah, I do like my gadgets...in the car, at home, from computers to headphones, cameras to through lenses to gorillapods, iPods through iPhones to iPads, and the list continues...HMM!
A model of "The Gadget", the name given to the first atomic device exploded during the Trinity Test at Alamagordo, New Mexico on 16 July 1945. Fueled by plutonium, it tested the more complicated systems used in the device exploded over Nagasaki, Japan on 9 August 1945.
National Museum of Nuclear Science and History, Albuquerque, New Mexico
Everybody knows that on miracles’ original wrappers is written that they’re disposable items. Nothing more annoying for a girl like me who has a non atrophied fixing gene. No repairing, no spare parts or at least the possibility of returning within 30 days. What are you supposed to do with a miracle if you don’t even know who produced it & who gives warranty. The internet says that most of them are expired and also that may contain traces of disappointment. The hazard runs deeper cuz the therapy also has been substituted by cheap imitations like simulated behaviour. This fact led to a reduction of the number of miracles assigned to each living creature in the open interval between monkey and angel. And to think that there is no authority to regulate the fabrication, distribution or use of these miracles, there is the risk of serious discrimination. To me, for example, have been assigned only a few: a snowfall, a blooming cherry tree, a night by the sea and one, two love stories. I underline that the love stories, even if they were from the premium package, had big fabrication defects, they were fragile and breakable.
... it's funny how we spend money to have a latest gadget and
then get absorbed in it little realising that we have lost our freedom ... 😊😊
Captured by mounting my Canon upside-down to the inside of the windscreen of my car using a suction cup gadget holder. It had a screw mount for a GoPro or similar that fitted the tripod mount on the EOS. I then trailed a remote release to the drivers side which I could operate safely whilst keeping both hands on the steering wheel. The camera set up was full manual with bulb exposure. White balance was set to cloudy to capture the orange and yellow motorway lights accurately.
Straight out of camera other than a little contrast tweak.
An explored version of this capture can be seen here flic.kr/p/JQxfr9
"Gadget the little Robot Boy" is little bit of fun with Photoshop gradients, filters and adjustment layers, no AI involved.
Macro Mondays: Shadow
Plastic, leaf-shaped herb stripper in a light box. Frame is about 1.75" across.
Weekly Alphabet Challenge 7/52 ~ Gadget
A can opener.
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364/365,
Garden Village, Burnaby, British Columbia
Used twice the day I purchased it.
Starfrit, Migtigrip,
jars, bottles, cans, packages, opener,
4X magnifier, packaging blade, bottle opener, tab opener,
Made in China,
gadget cases made with upcycled, recycled (whatever you want to call it) leather and scraps leftover from my Giddy-Up Skirts
i had same title for picture i've deleted, but since i like it (title) i decided to keep it for better occasion - so here it is...
"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today."
— Stacia Tauscher, dancer and artist
I got this really nifty custom printed Inspector Gadget figure, and after swapping out his head and giving him some new hands, I was really happy with him. But he needed a nemesis.
Problem: We never see Dr. Claw in the cartoon. (I know there's an official action figure of him, but I don't consider it canon.) The solution was to build Dr. Claw's M.A.D.mobile, his transforming car/base of operations that appeared in so many episodes.
So here it is. Converts quickly and easily from car to jet for creating chaos and making a quick getaway.
(Sub mode is a WIP, but it's been so long since I posted, I thought I'd toss these up.)
Still in 80s cartoon mode
this was on my list since i built the Gadgetmobile:
www.flickr.com/photos/orion_pax/6853272059/in/set-7215762...
The GALOOB figure from back in the days gave the inspiration for the gadgets like the coptermode.
This figure scale will get some more attention on other projects for this year.
Full gallery:
orionpax.de/23/index.php/showroom/gallery/46/Inspector-Ga...
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Taken for the Macro Mondays theme of Contraption. This is (as I am reliaby informed by my OH) an ammeter. No idea how it works or how to use it so I felt it fitted the theme! HMM!
I'm only posting this shot so folks can see how the entire ship looks in relation to this picture here: www.flickr.com/photos/scubagrl/15236799529/
Fr. Joe's shack in 1983. To know the poor you have to live with them. So he did. For thirty-three years.
Photo copyright / Jim Coyne
The following is excerpted from The Gospel of Father Joe:
SETUP: The year is 2000 and Father Joe has taken me to his "neighborhood" and shanty home for the first time
Beyond the parking lot's suffocating smell of diesel and as far as I could see was a slum held aloft on crisscrossing catwalks. Stilts of wood stuck into the muck of a dung-brown canal colored by nature, life, and a city sewage pump. Hundreds of family homes, each smaller than my two-room Banyan Tree suite, sat four feet or so above a soupy mix, give or take twelve inches, depending on the tide of the Chao Phraya River and the day's emissions from a Bangkok Municipal Authority pumping station No. 14.
A few of the more feeble homes leaned into neighbors, like buddies staggering home from a tavern, and at every curve of the catwalks, dense pockets of odor waited, some vaguely different but all sour. At one point, the stench was so strong that we stopped in our tracks, walked to the edge of the catwalk, and stared down.
I jerked reflexively, pulled my shirt over my nose, then lowered it just as quickly. I hoped he hadn't seen. Evidently he had. "Yeah," Father Joe said. "That's a battle I've lost."
Standing on the water was a pile of rubbish as high as raked leaves. Cans, bottles, wrappers, dirty diapers, spoiled food, and various other things I couldn't identify or see clearly in the murky water and evening's shadows. But in the boil of that evening, I could taste them. I wanted to spit.
As we watched, a milky oblong bubble of methane, as large as a head of cauliflower, gurgled to the surface along the edge of one pile. It jiggled like gelatin, then popped.
Daaamn! I couldn't help it; the curse slipped out.
This was Father Joe's neighborhood. His home was two hard turns away and on the left. Had I known, I would've shown more restraint.
Damn, I thought but didn't let slip two minutes later when he stood outside a door and fiddled with a lock and key.
Yours?
He waved me in. From where I stood two feet inside, it looked tidier and sturdier than the others, but it was still a wood-and-tin shack. It had two rooms and a floor made lopsided from the uneven settling of catwalk stilts. He had a single bed, a small TV, and in a corner of the first room, one of those Abdominizer sit-up gadgets.
The "house," as he called it, was proof of evolution. It was several rungs up from other Slaughterhouse shacks where he'd lived.
"Top of the food chain," he said with a straight face.
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For more information on Father Joe's work and chairty visit the Mercy Centre website or its USA tax-deductible equivalent here