Subdeacon Joe
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1 hour ago, Alpo said:
That's a little disillusioning, you know? Seeing those sheep in the background implies that George was hunting dragon over bait.
Very unsportsmanlike.
Hmmm.....I see it as St. George protecting the sheep (Christians) from the dragon (Diocletian and the Devil). Of course, there are several interpretations of it. That's just my take on it. One of them is a village was being beset by a dragon which prevented the people from tending their flocks, and once a year they would sacrifice a virgin to the dragon. St. George subdued the dragon, put a rope or chain on it, had a young woman lead it to the village where St. George killed it.
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Quote14 Thou didst establish the sea by Thy might, Thou didst break the heads of the dragons in the water.15 Thou didst crush the head of the dragon, Thou gavest him as food to the Ethiopian peoples.I thought that the style of the icon looked Ethiopean/Eritrean.Святой Отец Георгий Моли Бога о нас.-
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18 hours ago, Alpo said:
Then as they're machining away all of a sudden the bit turns bright red and then disappears. And a new notice pops up.
Surprising that that keyway cutter made it that far before overheating and breaking.
My second day on the job at a machine shop I was being trained how to load and run locking blocks (metal injection molded, we milled and reamed the holes to within tolerance) on a pallet in Haas Mini-Mill. Part of the process was to punch the "Coolant Off" button, turn a valve from the coolant nozzles to a hose, hit "Coolant On," wash the chips off the parts and pallet, gauge them with the GO-NO GO pins, remove the parts, hose down the pallet again, turn the Coolant off, then turn the valve back to the nozzles, load the pallet, punch the "Coolant On" then punch the GO button. First 2 went fine. Third I forgot to turn the Coolant on. First tool was a .234 end mill. By the 5th part it was cherry red and the sparks were impressive. Ruined one end mill and 5 parts.
There are some tools that are designed to be run without Coolant.
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16 minutes ago, Black Angus McPherson said:12 hours ago, Subdeacon Joe said:
In the context given did you really not know? Ir are you just jerking my chain?
I had absolutely no idea. I have never seen "do." as an abbreviation before now.
Must be the Catholic school education or something. As I mentioned above, it's something I learned about 4th grade and so assume most people know it.
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What a Young Man Should Know, 1933. A checklist for becoming a proper man.
This was published in the March 1933 issue of Harper’s Magazine.
The writer, Robert Littell, details the abilities, skills, accomplishments, and extra-curricular proficiencies that every man should have if they are to become a self-sufficient and well-rounded human being, ready for life, and eventually, marriage and raising their own children. The learning starts from a very young age.
Here is the (short) list:
1. He should know how to swim at least a mile, dive creditably, and not feel panicky under water. He should be able also to revive those less skilful than himself by rolling them on a barrel and pumping their helpless arms.
2. He should be able to drive an automobile well. And he should not be altogether helpless when a car breaks down. He must know how to change a tire and offer some sort of diagnosis when the engine sputters and dies.
3. He ought to know how to clean, load, and shoot a revolver or a rifle.
4. As for self-defense, a man should certainly be able to take care of himself in a scrap. He need not learn jujitsu — old-fashioned boxing will be enough.
5. He ought to know the rudiments of camping, how to build a fire, how to chop wood, how to take a cinder out of his eye, how to deal with a severed artery, how to doctor himself for ordinary ailments.
6. He should also be able to take care of other people in emergencies, to apply first aid, set a broken bone, revive a drunk or a victim of gas, deal with a fainting fit, administer the right emetic or antidote for a case of poisoning.
7. And he should be able to feed himself, to cook, not only because some day he may need to, but because cooking is one of the fine arts, and a source of infinite pleasure. He should be able to scramble eggs, brew coffee, broil a steak, dress a salad, carve a chicken, and produce, on occasion, one first-class dish, such as onion soup. The more he can do, in these days of the delicatessen store and the kitchenette, the better. It is not effeminate, it is not beyond him, and the best chefs are all men.
8. He should know how to use paint brushes, a saw, a hammer, and other common tools.
9. He should also have a beautiful and distinguished handwriting. But the bulk of his writing, particularly if he is a professional man who has much of it to do, should be done on a typewriter, capable of turning out three thousand words an hour.
10. He should play one outdoor game well, and have a workable smattering of several more. An American who cannot throw and catch a ball seems pathetic and grotesque.
11. The bicycle has gone, yet every young man should know how to ride one.
12. He should also be able to skate, sail a boat, and handle a canoe passably.
13. Fishing is a specialty, like chess.
14. Walking is a noble but neglected sport. Americans “hike” once in a long while but seldom walk.
15. He should know a great deal about animals and how to take care of them.
16. He should know how to ride a horse.
17. He should learn how to stay in a saddle with pleasure to himself and a minimum of annoyance to his mount.
18. He should learn how to dance.
19. He should know to play at least one card game.
20. He must have knowledge of how to tip naturally, justly, without fear and without reproach.
21. On the matter of alcohol, he should learn his capacity and stick within its limits; he should know something about the different kinds of drink, and which drinks produce chaos within him when mixed.
22. Where s:x is concerned, nature clearly intended us to make many mistakes in her hope that some of them would be productive.
23. He should know the rudiments of gambling. But gambling might be placed on the same plane as drink — the less use one has for it the better.
24. Higher than almost any other accomplishment on the list is knowing music. There is no reason why any young man who is not absolutely tone-deaf should not learn how to play one musical instrument well enough for it to be a self-resource and a tolerable pleasure to others.
25. A civilized man should know how to read. The ability to read, or rather the habit of reading, is very rare even among intelligent people, and has to be taught and kept up if it is not to become rusty.
26. He should have knowledge of at least one foreign language. French or German preferably both. German children learn an amazingly good brand of English without ever crossing their borders. Why can’t we? For one thing, we don’t really want to. Yet we should. An American who knows only English is blind in one eye.
27. He should know to travel well, efficiently, without fuss or complaint.
28. A young man should be able to express himself clearly before a crowd of strangers, without shyness, muddle, or a pathetic resort to “so much has been said and well said” or “I did not expect to be called on.”
29. The American adult can get to his feet, propose a toast, introduce a stranger, voice a civic protest, heckle a windbag politician, and give utterance to an unembarrassed thought.
30. A a man should command the elementary tool of written language, and be able to put simple things on paper in clear words.
31. He should have a good workable understanding of the structure of business, investments, and banks.
32. Let every educated man, as a necessary part of his education, be thrown into the muddy stream of American industry and see what it is like to swim alone on daily wages.
33. He should before reaching twenty-two have done something because he wanted to, whether other people wanted him to do it or not.
34. He should not acquire property unless he needs it. Insensitiveness to his personal property, unless of course it is extraordinarily beautiful, is a desirable skill for any man to have; It must be learned and worked at.
35. Unusual though this young man may be, he should not seem so. Is not a parent’s basic ambition for his child that he be very different from other people, yet manage to seem almost exactly like them?
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What do you think? Doable or unreasonable? And now that you know what is expected of women in the 1930s, is it fair?
#1930s #1930sstyle #vintagehistory #historylovers #historyfacts #vintageaesthetic #didyouknowfacts #howtobeaman
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14 minutes ago, Alpo said:
I don't know about Angus, but I have never seen "do" used as an abbreviation for anything. So I didn't know.
People frequently guess at WHAT something means. And just as frequently they are wrong.
It was frequently used, as you see, in older documents.
Sometimes, if there were many entries, there would be the original word, then two or three entries of "do." and then after that the ditto marks we are more familiar with today.
Or, a mix of the word "ditto" and "do."
I think I first encountered it in 4th grade and just assumed that it was something everyone over the age of about 40 knows.-
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Trucks carrying P-47 fighter aircraft through the streets of Liverpool,
1943(one of the comments pointed out that this model of P-47 didn't come out until later, so 1944 or 1945). The eight-mile route from Speke to the docks was challenging. The path, narrowly cleared by removing trees and relocating light poles, couldn't accommodate the wingspan of a P-47 Thunderbolt. That's why the aircraft were loaded sideways.
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1 hour ago, Black Angus McPherson said:
So, what DOES "do." mean?
In the context given did you really not know? Ir are you just jerking my chain?
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Be sure to go to YouTube and read the full description.
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1 hour ago, Alpo said:
I wasn't around when they did wagon trains, but I bet you they did not have white canvas covers.
OK, it wasn't a dazzling white like freshly bleached sheets but, in general, people looking at unbleached cotton canvas and asked the color will say "White." Yeah, it's maybe an off-white, "Barely, almost-tan White" or something.
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(Pointing at bolt of fabric) What color is that? Uh...it's white.
The organizers of that event should be subjected to a bit of Socratic thinking"
"Of what were the covers of wagons made?""Um....canvas, I guess."
"Of what is canvas made?"
"Um.....I think it's usually cotton.""And, in general, what color is cotton grown in the United States?"
"White. Isn't all cotton white?"
"Actually, no. Some types, usually not for large commercial production, are light green, or a brownish red. But the huge bulk of it is, indeed, white. So maybe you should drop your racism and allow these wagons to be shown as the ones that made the trek really were, rather than your revisionist pipe dream."
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Usually the "Take With Food" is to avoid irritating the stomach.
From the Walgreens "ask a pharmacist":
QuoteWhat does it mean when a medication says "Take with food"?
Medication directions to "take with food" simply mean you should not take the medication on an empty stomach. It means you can take the medicine just before, right after, or while you are having a meal. Why? Certain medications can cause an upset stomach if not taken with food. Also, some medications are absorbed better when taken with food.
Common classes of medications that can cause an upset stomach if not taken with food include non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs), narcotic pain relievers, antibiotics, and birth control pills. You also can have a snack, such as a few crackers with medications that have food requirements.
If you have any questions on the proper way to take a particular medication, talk to your pharmacist or doctor.
Myself, I usually don't take with food, even though all say to do it. No issues with stomach upset. In fact, I had been having dizziness and very low BP when I took my BP meds too close to a meal. The post-prandial low BP along with the initial lowering of BP by the meds lowered it too much. So I make sure I don't eat within half an hour or so of taking them.
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I hope this will open for our friends Down Under.
The ANZAC Book
QuoteANZAC TYPES
1.—WALLABY JOE
His real name matters little; suffice it that he was known among his comrades as “Wallaby Joe.”
He came to Gallipoli via Egypt with the Light Horse. Incidentally, he had ridden nearly a thousand miles over sun-scorched, drought-stricken plains to join them.
Age about 38. In appearance the typical bushman. Tall and lean, but strong as a piece of hickory. A horseman from head to toe, and a dead shot. He possessed the usual bushy beard of the lonely prospector of the extreme backblocks. Out of deference to a delicate hint from his squadron commander he shaved it off, but resolved to let it grow again when the exigencies of active service should discount such finicking niceties.
His conversation was laconic in the extreme. When the occasion demanded it he could swear profusely, and in a most picturesque vein. When a bursting shell from a “75” on one occasion blew away a chunk of prime Berkshire which he was cooking for breakfast, his remarks were intensely original and illuminative.
He could also drink beer for indefinite periods, but seldom committed the vulgar error of becoming “tanked.” Not even that locality “east of Suez,” where, as the song tells us, “There ain’t no Ten Commandments and a man can raise a thirst,” could make his steps erratic.
He was very shy in the presence of the softer sex. On one occasion his unwary footsteps caused him some embarrassment. Feeling thirsty he turned[Pg 46] into one of those establishments, fairly common in Cairo, where the southern proprietors try to hide the villainous quality of their beer by bribing sundry young ladies of various nationalities and colours to give more high-class vaudeville turns. The aforementioned young ladies are aided and abetted by a coloured orchestra, one member of which manipulates the bagpipes.
A portly damsel had just concluded, amidst uproarious applause, the haunting strains of “Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay.” She sidled up to Joe with a large-sized grin on her olive features.
“Gib it kiss,” she murmured, trying to look ravishing.
But Joe had fled.
Henceforth during his stay in Egypt he took his beer in a little Russian bar, the proprietor of which could speak English, and had been through the Russo-Japanese War.
When the Light Horse were ordered at last to the front, Joe took a sad farewell of his old bay mare. He was, as a rule, about as sentimental as a steamroller, but “leaving the old nag behind hurt some.”
On the Peninsula and under fire his sterling qualities were not long in coming to the surface. Living all his life in an environment in which the pick and shovel plays an important part he proved himself an adept at sapping and mining. At this game he was worth four ordinary men. No matter how circuitous the maze of trenches, he could find his way with ease. He could turn out all sorts of dishes from his daily rations of flour, bacon, jam, and of course the inevitable “bully” and biscuits. An endless amount of initiative showed itself in everything he did. His mates learned quite a lot of things just by watching him potter about the trenches and bivouacs. His training at the military camps of Australia and, later, in Egypt, combined with the knowledge he had been imbibing from Nature all his life, made him an ideal soldier.
He was used extensively by his officers as a scout. As the Turkish trenches were often not more than twenty yards from our own, needless to say the scouting was done at night, the Turks’ favourite time to attack being just before dawn. Often during these nocturnal excursions a slight rustle in the thick scrub would cause his mate to grasp his rifle with fixed bayonet and peer into the darkness, with strained eyes and ears and quickened pulse.
“A hare,” Joe would whisper, and probably advise him to take things easy while he himself watched.
This went on for some time until one night his mate came in alone, pale-faced and wild-eyed. Interrogated by the officer on duty, he informed him that Joe had been shot.
We brought the body in. He had been shot through the heart—a typical affair of outposts.
Tucked away in one of the innumerable gullies, a little grave, one among hundreds, contains the body of one of Nature’s grand men. On the wooden cross surmounting it is the following:
No. 008 Trooper J. Redgum, 20th Australian Light Horse. Killed in Action. W. R. C.,
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3 hours ago, Rye Miles #13621 said:
So did you dream about that and then do it??
I wish I could afford to have it built.
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Some bakeries, usually associated with chain supermarkets, will censor, "Congratulations (name) Summa Cum Laude!" Or will just refuse the order.
Just as, in the Instagram thread where I found
someone asked "What does do. mean?"
Another, for an orange pudding receipt from the 1600s, the author made the comment that oranges were pretty much unknown in Europe until the Moors brought them to Spain. In the comments someone asked "What are moors?" I posted that they should look up the Umayyad Caliphate. I did manage to refrain from mentioning the heraldic "moor" or "blackamoor," but OH! it was SO tempting!
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A half gallon isn't outrageous for an afternoon of fishing or an evening of jovial camaraderie.
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Large walk in shower with a bench or two, hand held and fixed shower heads, including horizontal jets all fed by inch and a half supply lines for good water pressure. A 2 person soaking/whirlpool tub.
Two toilets, each with a privacy wall.
The whole thing with a tile floor and central drain for easy cleaning...especially useful if you get the flu or have other issues that necessitate a rush to the facilities.
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It's Almost Friday Humor Thread
in SASS Wire Saloon
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I had a ~12 oz. version of that that I used at reenactments. One evening, Friday set up, I got there early, got my tent set, got the fire area cleared, pit dug, and fire going for my evening meal. A young man showed up - he had worked a graveyard shift and driven from Bakersfield to Camp Meeker (near Jenner) in northern CA. He was dog tired, smelled my coffee, asked if he could have a cup. So I brewed one for him, even scrapped some sugar from the piloncillo for him. I don't think he had every had a cup of COFFEE, just Starbucks stuff. His eyes flew wide open..."That's STRONG!" I took the cup, sipped, "No, that's just coffee, about normal strength."