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Piotr et Oleg ont terminé leur 3e sortie extravéhiculaire ! Hier ils ont à nouveau passé un peu plus de 7h30 à l’extérieur de la Station, toujours pour la mise en service du module scientifique russe MLM. Les câbles télé et internet sont maintenant branchés, on a tout le confort moderne ! 😉 Bien entendu, par télévision on entend le canal utilisé par les chercheurs pour nous aider lors des expériences, et par le centre de contrôle pour suivre notre travail et nous accompagner… les caméras sont à bord mais les écrans sont sur terre ! 😁 Ils ont également installé un dispositif de rendez-vous et d’amarrage, et même une expérience de biologie à l’extérieur du module MRM2. Encore une journée bien fatigante pour nos amis, nous étions heureux et soulagés de les voir rentrer : c’est toujours une bonne occasion pour célébrer On est en plein dans la saison 2 des sorties extravéhiculaires puisqu’Aki et moi nous préparons à sortir dimanche (encore du travail sur les panneaux solaires).
Spacewalk 3️⃣ for Oleg and Pyotr complete! They spent another 7 and a half hours outside yesterday for more work on the new Russian science module MLM. Television and internet is now connected, what more could you need? ;). (the television is for researchers to follow our progress working on experiments and the control centre to help us throughout the day, not for us to watch of course!) Well, they also installed a rendezvous and docking system, handrails, and even a biology experiment on the MRM2 or Poisk module that is on the other side of MLM! Another busy and tiring day, and we were happy to see them back. Being safely back inside is always a good reason to celebrate! We are really into spacewalk season two now, Aki and myself are preparing to go outside this Sunday to work on the P-4 truss and prepare it for more roll-out solar arrays.
Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet
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The third time my father touched me is another bare butt story.
We had moved to the new (old, much renovated) house in the middle of the block between 8th and 7th, a block up towards the cemetery and a block further away from downtown, the block with Wall on the south and Taylor on the north. We hadn’t been in the new house very long when one morning Julie woke up covered with measles bumps. I guess she was covered with measles bumps: I don’t remember seeing her. I suppose she stayed in her bedroom. And Papa would not have had a hard time diagnosing measles.
So Julie’s sick with the measles and what does Papa do? He pounds on my bedroom door and tells me I have to get up. Put a housecoat and some slippers on and let’s go. We’re going out to the garage and he’s going to give me a shot of penicillin, and then he’s going to work. Well, he says something like that. The penicillin was in the refrigerator, our family stash. I never thought to investigate and see what else was in there.
So we go out to the garage and I’m standing there, facing the house, and I pull down my pants, and my father maybe cleans the spot with some rubbing alcohol, and sticks the needle in, I mean, your average ordinary, garden-variety shot. A little prick, maybe a small sharp ache, boom, done, shot over.
And that’s it, that’s the story—the time my father gave me the shot in the ass. The third time he touched me. I wish I had something more to tell you.
Well, as a matter of fact, I do have something more to tell you. It’s a minor digression. I mean, minor in that I don’t think we’ll spend a long time dwelling on it.
I was up at my father’s office, and I needed a shot for something. I don’t think I was sick, so it must have been like a booster shot, or some kind of vaccination. But my father was busy, or maybe that was just the kind of thing he delegated, when he had the choice.
His nurse was going to give me the shot. I think he had a receptionist, and he may have had a second nurse. But this one nurse was going to do it. And she was a tall, well-proportioned, very attractive blonde. Not cute, or pretty so much as very very attractive.
But all this seven- or eight-year-old me took in at a glance, because she was also commanding, in very pleasant tones, confident, self-possessed. So I had my back turned and I had my pants down and my hands on my knees, and she used the rubbing alcohol to disinfect a spot on one cheek, and then I’m waiting, and I’m waiting. And finally I say, “When are you going to give me the shot?”
And she says, “I already have.”
And that’s it, a little lagniappe, the story of the commanding, confident, very pleasant, tall, blonde, and very very attractive nurse who gave me the best shot I’ve ever had in my life, a shot so good I didn’t even know she’d given it to me.
A heads up from a friend informed me that the Grafton and Upton would be making their third revenue run over the Milford Industrial Track with two loads for Bluelinx in Bellingham. So instead of doing the responsible thing and having breakfast and then going to bed so I'd be rested for work that night I did the opposite and headed to Milford!
The one shot I wanted above all else was them swinging through Bellingham Junction, but when I got there I found the fresh snow u undisturbed so continued on up the line. I found them just as they were departing from the junction in Milford where their historic owned property meets this former New Haven branch line.
On a brilliantly cold clear winter day it was worthy of a little chase and I got them at three spots before they got to Bellingham Jct. where unfortunately they derailed ending my chase for the day as seen in this photo posted earlier: flic.kr/p/2kANeRg
Anyway, here was the first spot on the chase as the pair of pair of patched ex CSXT nee SCL MP15ACs (EMD blt. Feb. 1978) numbers 1191 & 1160 cross Howard St. at MP 35.5.
Hopedale, Massachusetts
Thursday February 11, 2021
Math creates rules and rules become predictable. I think it is the implication and honoring of the rule that makes it sacred. This has no greater application than French city planning where symmetry and axis reign supreme. Once you combine this with architectural photography the math gets worse, now thirds. This photo is an attempt both acknowledging the great axis and complimenting the rule of thirds.
thanks for reading.........jhe
I spared you from seeing my feet. I'm all about the bare feet, so they ain't pretty... besides who has ever heard of the rule of fourths?
Metropolitan Vickers centre third rail loco (Works No.20068 built in 1929), one of three identical at the wash mills at A.P.C.M. Highsted Chalk Pit, near Sittingbourne, Kent, on 7th June 1969. Highsted had an independent standard gauge rail network and the 250v DC electrical equipment and rolling stock were moved to Sittingbourne from the company’s Hope works in Derbyshire in 1957. Trains of seven tipping wagons conveyed 56-tons of chalk from the pit to the old washery, where it was pipelined as slurry about 3 miles to the Smeed Dean works at Milton Creek for processing. Final closure of the system came in 1970 when the Sittingbourne works closed and the locos were scrapped circa November 1971. Imagine a third-rail electrified system in a quarry today!
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Was trying the rule of thirds. If only the kid walked in the opposite direction this would've been a better shot but thats the thing about street photography. Every given shot is a gift. n_n
Today i went to get inked for the second time. This is my third tattoo, a kind of belated b-day present from me to me :)
What people say is true, when you first get a tattoo you want another and another...
If i could i would like to have 6 in total... But it will need time and money!!
Jumper
By : Third Eye Blind
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand
The angry boy, a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong
You're the first to fight
You're way too loud
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know something's wrong
Well, everyone I know has got a reason
To say put the past away
Wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand
And well, he's on the table
And he's gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What they are doing here
And your friends have left you
You've been dismissed
I never thought it would come to this
And I, I want you to know
Everyone's got to face down the demons
Maybe today we can put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies
That you've been living in and if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand, I would understand
I would understand
I would understand
Understand
Can you put the past away?
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend
I would understand
Incredible light makes its way through a dark passage deep in a swift moving section of the Narrows at Zion National Park.
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The third section (!) of Santa Fe’s 981 train hustles through Wilbern, Illinois, on June 26, 1993. Sometimes Santa Fe could put on a really great show and run trains like streetcars!
Finished a CPR course at uni today to find a message on my phone from a friend to give him a call ASAP with big news. Upon reaching him, was told that there was triple QRN 6020 class on BM7, followed by Indian Pacific NR leading BA4 and finally NR103. On my previous 2 attempts NR103 had been elusive, coming after dark or not leading.
As we reached Pennant Hills, the triple QRN 6020 class went through so I knew I had just enough time to race home and get my camera and get back down for a shot.
Having sprinted to the car, raced home and then back to Cheltenham, I found my efforts were not in vain as a suburban to Chatswood was still to arrive. Seeing this I was able to relax a little and set up my shot. Shortly afterwards, NR103 appeared heading south making all the effort put in for the shot completely worth it
Airbus A330-243MRTT, MRTT056, msn 1919, ex F-WWCS, tempo spanish reg EC-331, marked M3 returning to Getafe factory (LEGT) from the first flight test after conversion to MRTT. She will become T-056, the third (Dutch) Multinational MRTT Fleet.