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Control of the Hudson River was important strategically during the American Revolution. The river, along with lakes George and Champlain, was a potential invasion route from Canada. It also was a physical separator of the colonies. Men as well as supplies crossed the river. To split off the northern colonies from the South and interrupt this supply line was a war-long British ambition.
Engineers, especially engineers with experience, were scarce in the revolutionary forces. Often amateurs stepped forward with plans and schemes to enable the Patriots to obstruct the river. These ideas included fire ships, the sinking of old hulks to impede river traffic and the deployment of chevaux de frise. Chevaux de frise were devices used effectively in the Delaware River to protect Philadelphia. These consisted of iron tipped logs set at an angle and firmly attached to large rock-filled boxes on the river bottom. Ships could not go over these obstructions without ripping out their bottoms or becoming grounded upon them.
The Hudson however is a far mightier river than the Delaware and proved much more formidable than the amateurs who attempted to control it. At the upper end of Manhattan Island, between Fort Washington on the Manhattan side and Fort Lee on the New Jersey side of the river (roughly where the George Washington Bridge now stands), the depth of the shipping channel is between 18 and 50 feet. The channel itself is over 2400 feet wide which makes almost any sort of obstruction at this point impractical.
After much discussion it was decided that the Royal Navy could be prevented from going up the river by placing an immense iron chain from.......(click link below to read entire article and see pics)
allthingsliberty.com/2014/09/the-great-west-point-chain/
www.hvmag.com/Hudson-Valley-Magazine/February-2018/West-P...
West Point
New York
Antique manual centrifugal cream separator. An improvement over waiting patiently for the cream to rise to the top then skimming it off.
This on at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant in Harlingen.
It's funny, cause I always find we need either a brick separator, flashlight, or (of course) a CS Minifig at LUG meetings and shows. Well how can I go wrong with this?
And yes, I do realize I can forget this all together. But considering I drilled the holes in the brick separators tonight, I doubt it.
ODC - geometry
hmm - hard to find the inspiration or time today. Only one more day left at work and then I am on holiday :-)
The Space Marines thought that they were simply going in to help establish a mining facility to mine Liquid Orange. Little did they know that the orange liquid was actually melted brick separators! Idk, man, itโs a giant orange monster with a brick separator hand lol
This jumper will connect the house and engine batteries together if that is ever needed. We don't leave it connected but it is there if needed. It's shown connected here for the photo but when not needed I'll put both alligator clips on the same point.
You don't want to leave it connected when you operate the starter as the wire might melt.
Update 2023: I should have checked the engine battery, realized it was going bad and replaced it however I did squeeze another 5 years out of it.
A John Deere 9670 STS Bullet Rotor dominates a Scooter.
The STS Bullet Rotor has been designed to increase material handling, increased throughput in tough crops, consuming less horsepower, and extending harvesting hours. Users will notice how much smoother the crop is handled through the threshing and separator at higher ground speeds, without any compromise to the high grain quality and crop versatility.
The scooter means you can park on pavements and go to the Seaside at Bank Holidays.
I found these sock-things advertised in a magazine, it said that they are supposed to help with sore feet and plantar faciatis.
Not sure if it helps with sore feet, but they are really nice when it comes time to put a new color on your toes!!
created a separator wall with grand door to break up the great room in the Tortuga for a living room and entry way
Radiohead @ Madison Square Garden, New York, NY, on Tuesday, July 26, 2016.
A Moon Shaped Pool:
Burn the Witch
Daydreaming
Decks Dark
Desert Island Disk
Ful Stop
Lotus Flower
The National Anthem
15 Step
(tour debut)
No Surprises
Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief
Separator
Planet Telex
The Numbers
2 + 2 = 5
Everything in Its Right Place
Myxomatosis
Idioteque
Encore:
Let Down (First performance since 2006)
Present Tense
Paranoid Android
Nude
Bodysnatchers
Encore 2:
Bloom
Street Spirit (Fade Out)
I heard that it was important for LEGO spaceships to go swoosh. Although pretty heavy, mine seems to be able to pass the test.
Eight year old came up with the basic design. She's very fidgety and her little toes are also a challenge. She broke one of her toe separators but she has new ones now.
Harmosnik is assembled in a Marine Band harmonica case.
Source code: Harmoshnik updates follow the Satashnik tag. This time
I've had a chip that needed some serious calibration for its RC oscillator,
the code update mostly addresses that.
I started building this back in November but for various reasons, it never got put on a proper base until March '18. It is built from a collection of Brick separators and some PAB parts I had in my drawers. I christened the 1/4 block Separator Citadel. Ref: D1528-128
Watch the video on this Block by Blockhead
Benny takes his new ship, 'The Sea Separator' down to explore an undiscovered alien water world. A planet of red flaming rocks, pink plants and green seas.
I've been working on this moc for about 3 weeks. It came together really quickly after I knocked the sea craft together on Christmas day. Although the colours on the ship aren't completely faithful, I knew from an early stage I wanted to adopt the Classic Space theme for it.
This highly anticipated CMFs review can be found in www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/159851-r...
Update: I originally wrote this on my phone, on the beach (Dude, technology rules!) and the double dashes looked good as chapter separators. After seeing them on my desktop screen, it's clear they make this very long piece hard to skim. So I removed them.
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This is my tattoo. It's on the outside of my left ankle. I got it in 1996, when I was 19 years old.
My tattoo was funded by a lucky evening at the quarter slots in Reno, Nevada. I was there with my best friends, Kevin and Jason. We were joined by Kevin's cousin Michael, who was a few years older, lived in Reno, and always took us around when we visited. It helps to know someone when you visit Reno. That's all I will say about Reno. I like Reno. Mostly.
I brought $3 in quarters for gambling on that trip. Once that $3 was gone, I was going to stop and walk away. No big deal.
I got down to 50ยข when I hit my first winner.
I was a little nervous. I was only 19 and my ability to grow facial hair was still questionable. So, I *might* have passed for 19. But thinking back, I probably looked like 17.
Either way, I didn't look like 21. So I couldn't drink and I couldn't gamble. Legally. Of course, I was not going to let that stop me from having an exciting evening with the quarter slots. So I kept playing. And I kept winning. I'd lose, at most, $2 before hitting some kind of winner and having the metal tray fill with coins. The sound of coins splashing into the tray is so nice...the sound of victory.
I moved around a lot, thinking I wouldn't get caught if I acted calm and kept moving from machine to machine. Thinking about it now, that seems like a poor strategy for not looking guilty of something. Combined with my patchy facial hair, I wonder how I didn't get questioned. In retrospect, I imagine The House was entirely indifferent to a 19-year-old walking away with a couple of heavy pockets. But for me, this was an adventure of the first order. I was pulling one over on The House. This was James Bond shit.
Aside: When you picture this in your mind, pretend I wasn't wearing baggy cargo shorts, beach sandals (with white socks--ugh) and a bright teal Florida Marlins hat, turned backward (because that was the way we rolled in the mid-90s). Let's pretend I was in a tuxedo, sipping a martini and this all happened at the roulette table.
After an hour of MacGyvering my way through the quarter slots at The Silver Legacy, I had a bucket full of coins and the pulse of a hummingbird. I was actually *tired* of winning. It was time to be humble and walk away a winner.
I only had one problem: my bucket wasn't full of quarters. It was full of tokens. The House had me.
My ace in the hole was Kevin's cousin Michael. He was 24. He could take my bucket and make money out of it.
I remember scoping out a spot where we would make the hand off. It was a fairly high-traffic location; *just* busy enough for a tall, awkward-looking 19-year-old to hand off a bucket of winnings to an older, equally awkward-looking buddy, while two other tall, awkward-looking friends stood nearby looking guilty.
Michael casually walked over to the cashier and hoisted my bucket of winnings onto the counter. Then he showed his ID and received a wad of crisp bills. After we walked out of The Silver Legacy, Michael handed me my winnings. $120.
Aside: 35-year-old Rob always thinks back to the moment when Michael handed me the cash and hopes 19-year-old Rob gave Michael a few bucks for being the mule. I can't remember if I did or not and sometimes that bothers me.
It makes me giggle a little bit now. One hundred and twenty dollars. The story of that night is worth more. It's priceless. But I can't help but laugh at it now. A whole evening of worrying and spy shit for $120.
A couple of weeks later, I used the money I won in Reno to get my tattoo. If I hadn't won that money, I wouldn't have a tattoo. Plain and simple. I wasn't going to spend my paycheck on a tattoo. But illegal winnings were fair game. I was so proud of the way I funded my tattoo.
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All told, I only hung out with Michael a few times. The last time was more than a decade ago. But I never think about my tattoo without thinking about him. In my mind, Michael has remained 24 years old...ready to take a bucket of Silver Legacy tokens to the cashier to exchange for cash.
In real life, Michael did not remain 24 years old. Eight months ago, he was diagnosed with thymus cancer. Five months ago, he became a father. Early this morning, Michael died. He was 39.
Michael was not a perfect person. He did not live a perfect life. He made mistakes in his life, as we all do. He was human.
But on one night in the summer of 1996, Michael helped me take home $120. And now a small piece of his memory is indelibly inked on my left ankle.
Thank you, Michael. No more pain.
My very warmest congratulations to Abigail & Sahil. Abi chose this beautiful gold sequin cake... which is the reason I made all the edible gold sequins. The original design by Zoe Clark uses gelatine sequins, but she Zoe told me that they aren't particularly palatable... so I decided to put my thinking cap on and came up with an alternative edible medium. ;o)
Vintage assignment for Beyond Layers - DAY 8
Recipe: Setup
Same Lightbox used with white backdrop and surface with single bulb light source coming from right side through all white translucent box.
D2x Nikon, Lens: Nikkor 60mm Macro set at F32 at 2 seconds (which means everything in focus including the enormous amount of dust on my sensor!!)
First into Lightroom to adjust detail, tone, sharpness.
Then into CS5 for a LOT of dust removal because I don't like doing that in Lightroom, geez laweez!!
Recipe: Assignment
Background image, adjusted prior as above.
1. Duplicate image at Soft light 100%, FX - Inside Stroke using 0% opacity (brings bottom colour up) and Inner Shadow applied
2. Black & White Adjustment Layer with Mask to pull green handle out (black soft brush on white mask)
3. Add Texture: Revolution, Multiply 80%
4. Duplicate Revolution, Soft Light 100%, Fill 70%
5. Text layer - font = Undecapped Vinyl
6. Blank layer to write signature with #4 hard brush
Kim Klassen Texture: Revolution
These are old kitchen utensils like the ones I grew up with and found them in a local awesome shop that has the most wonderful vintage re-purposed items.
A wire spoon which could be used for scrambling eggs or used for light batters and an egg separator and lifter (my Mom used it also when making soft or hard boiled eggs for putting in and out of the boiling water .)
I chose this creamy slight grungy background that to me, feels sort of reminiscent of the white enameled surfaces that were evident in the 50's. At least they were in my house. I remember the crisper in our refrigerator was metal, enamel with the dark blue rolled edging. Actually, I have that still ... wonder where it is?
For the future: the spoon is a great piece for doing an extreme macro set up as well ... remember there are always different viewpoints within an image that you may not think of until you get that camera up close and personal. Then the sky is the limit!
Buttercream iced bottle topped with 10-inch high molded white chocolate cap. Fondant toe-separators and nail file
The other day I removed a lot of 2x2 tiles and felt that I needed more than the standard brick separator for the job. Hence the Quad Separator.