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Hey! I travelled on these back in 1984, on a visit to Leningrad, they were fantastic, typically soviet, a space-age concept, operated by a scruffy guy with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
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The recording industry, that bastion of good taste, honesty, and fair distribution of costs and profits thinks file sharing is a crime!
Well, we saw it with the book industry too.
Once, nobody outside a monastery had the skills to make a book. Then along came that damned Gutenberg, inventing printing presses, and any fool could duplicate books.
Even more worrying. Peasants eventually learned to read and write, putting literally dozens of scribes out of work.
What really worries me though, is libraries, and the growing trend of book owners to lend books to others to read, thus depriving the publishing industry of profits and throwing the families of jobless monks into the street.
A further worry to us is the open availability of pencils and pens. Using these, it is possible for criminals to copy whole sentences, and, with that other item, whose posession we'd like to see controlled, or restricted, paper, these people can pin up illegally copied words, sentences, even whole paragraphs in public places for all to see.

Furthermore, in a recent visit to an academic establishment I was horrified to find students being encouraged to learn and memorise, for instance, whole poems, and songs. I saw plays performed where actors and actresses had memorised the lines, not a single one was carrying, and reading, from an authorised text.
I tell you, unless the perpetrators are given punitive fines and prison sentences, the book publishing industry is doomed.
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Interesting, but a fair bit of inaccuracy. The British Navy did indeed use lemons, rather than limes, most of the time, but they also figured out that green vegetables, sauerkraut, apples were effective alternatives. Apples could be stored effectively in barrels of sawdust for a year or so.

Long sail voyages in square-riggers continued long after the steam-ships came.
Their economic advantage remained until the second-world war, and on some routes, with some cargoes, they were cheaper to run.
Most of the sailing ships involved in ocean trade were seized, interned, confined to port during the war,and received little or no maintenance during that period. Afterwards, the capital cost of re-equipping and repairing was just too great, the last grain-race took place in 1949, and then the long-distance, Cape-Horn voyages ceased.

The winners of the Grain Race, from the Spencer Gulf in Australia to Europe, came in at anything between 83 and 110 days sailing, far greater than the six weeks (42 days) quoted.
Scurvy, by then, was virtually unknown.
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If you've ever found your house being invaded by mice, you'll know that "ethical" as a consideration is only very temporary.

I had a green-minded, animal friendly girlfriend, vegetarian and deeply opposed to killing our little furry invaders, she bought humane traps, but the mice laughed at them.

They found her lingerie drawer, and chewed and shat their way through it. As mice do. That was the incident that gave me free rein to slaughter the little bastards.
Spring "Little Nipper" traps everywhere, plus poison, plus water traps....
In a little over a week the score was thirty six to me, none to her.
In another week, there was no further infestation.
No sightings, no returnees. Dead mice are gone forever, and have no further offspring. Released mice? They breed like crazy and then come back with zillions of great-great grand-kids.

My advice? If you decide that you're at war with mice, then just eradicate them, any way you can. They don't read treaties or respect cease-fires.
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It is indeed Lancashire, and it is also absolute bullsh*t.
There are any number of ruined cottages scattered around the region, abandoned during the industrial revolution and left to crumble.
Making sacrifices and walling living animals into buildings is an ancient practice. Bridge-pillars have been found with childrens' bones inside.
However, as a person who works not so far away from Pendle, and having worked on many buildings of that era and older, I'd point out that local construction would have thick walls with void spaces within. Any builder in the modern era will tell you that cats just love to clamber into holes, and get themselves trapped behind drywall, in ceilings, and under floors. I once had to return to a house where the owner had heard a cat mewing from behind the bath panels. The cat was indeed inside, but the panels had not been off for over a year. This intrepid idiot cat had squeezed through a small hole in the floor, where pipes entered, beneath a kitchen unit in a neighbouring apartment, and crept under the floor for about thirty feet.
Had a dead cat been found under the bath would it be proof of a witch?

Second point. The fireplace in the illustration has nothing to do with 400 years ago. It's later than 1860.
Not that it disproves any witch habitation, but it's a poor choice of illustration for the muppet who's making all these silly claims. "an expert on the pendle witches" Ha!
And he thinks he's Howard Carter.
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Children on flights are no problem if they're well-behaved, and well-supervised.
Unfortunately, it is in the nature of children faced with long hours of nothing to do and being told to be still and quiet, to cease being well-behaved.
Babies, of course, are unpredictable, unreasoning, and capable of being extremely loud, incontinent and disruptive, all at the same time.

Now a parent has effectively signed up for all of this. The other passengers have not.
If I had the money to travel first-class, it would be beguiling to me for the extra levels of comfort and peace and quiet. A screaming child or a kid kicking the back of my seat, or a baby puking on my arm would instantly negate that.
So. The baby ghetto? preferably behind a closed bulkhead door too.
Look on the bright side. Your precious pumpkin is in the most crash-survivable end of the plane.
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No dispute here, great video, bland song. Not terrible, just ..... Meh!

However, I'll follow the link to her site and see if she does better songs.
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When reading any book, I lose my trust in it the moment I find the author telling me incorrect 'facts' of something I know about.
Pickover's statement "One of the oldest machines is a potter’s wheel, and primitive gears associated with these kinds of wheels probably existed for thousands of years" is nonsense, which, sadly, would lead me to doubt anything else that he asserts, unless he can point to sources.
Early potter's wheels consisted simply of a wheel and a pivot. Right up until the modern era, potters wheels had no gears whatsoever. During the industrial revolution, ropes and pulleys were used to allow another person to power the wheel. In the twentieth century, friction drives from electric motors, belt drives, but gears? I can hardly think of any.
So, Pickover? one rash statement has undermined any faith I might have in whatever else you say.
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My father was a prisoner-of-war in the far east. As they were being systematically starved to death, with the daily food ration being a ball of rice about the size of an orange, the prisoners soon reached the state where anything which walked, flew, or wriggled was food.
He told me that rat baked in clay, in the embers of a fire, was a delicacy. An added advantage of baking in clay was that plucking or skinning wasn't necessary, the skin peels off with the clay.
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The Cap Slock key, as we all know, was named for the first solo circumnavigator of the globe, Captain Slocum. It would be very disrespectful to his memory to remove his key.
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Oh, I hate that key!
Now mostly it's the position, tight up against the shift key... if it were up on the F key row, oh, there are keys I never ever use, like PrtSc.... And I never hit it by accident. Or the equally pointless Windows key. I never hit that one either.
As for those who say they need it, well, fine, okay, but you guys are in the minority.
Its days are numbered, even outside of google's evil empire.
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As I understand it from his site, he uses a mechanical pencil sharpener much of the time.

I learned to sharpen pencils from my great-uncle, a man who was perhaps the epitome of a steam-punk hero, he lived in a house with no electricity, he grew his own foods, kept chickens and a cow, repaired his grandfather clock with an escapement wheel he cut with scissors out of the bottom of a bean-can, and spent his working days as a draughtsman, drawing details of the wing-roots, and weapons fitments of supersonic aircraft.
He sharpened his pencils with an ancient, bone-handled clasp knife,which he kept scalpel-sharp, and refined the edge by honing it on a pad of "flour-paper".

That's artisanal pencil sharpening.

Real men sharpen their own.
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In reply to the comment by Angelo:- The rivers Kwai-Yai and Kwai-Noi meet at a confluence just south of Kanchanaburi, at which the combined rivers become the Mae-Klong. The Mekong is in Viet-Nam.
The section shown in the picture is not a part of the famous bridge, but part of the Whampo viaduct beside the river.
My father was one who came back, but many of his friends died as slave-labourers in the jungles around the railway.
The real Bridge on the River Kwai was nothing like the famous one in the film, it was an iron bridge on concrete piers. However, prisoners built numerous other bridges out of timber further up the line.
The reason the british did not build the railway when they first surveyed it was because of the predicted cost, not in money, but in human lives. The report stated that too many workers would die.
When the Imperial Japanese Army decided to build it, they used, to a great extent, the published british survey, but did not see the deaths of prisoners and natives, nor even their own troops as any sort of obstacle.
This is why it's said "a life for every sleeper" What you americans call "Railroad ties" we call sleepers.
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First rule for a manly man, is to think for yourself, and not listen to makers of "cool" lists.

Roll up on that Magpull Ronin, and and try look cool. Ha! wear earplugs so you don't hear the laughter.

My advice, if you want a custom bike, make it yourself. You get far more respect for being a maker than a drone.

Or just get yourself an old-school-cool bike, like a Vincent Black Lightning '52

Oh. And a Harley? Overweight, like most of its riders. Bwahahahaaaa.
Sorry, Harley Riders. Nice tassels....
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I agree with Masada.
If your business model does not include fair pay for all staff, then you should be ashamed of yourself.
The U.S. has a deplorably poor record on employment law, in Europe we think of you as a third-world country when we hear that wait-staff are expected to hustle for tips in order to make their pay.

Tipping demeans both the tipper and the person tipping.

As for the coffee world. You're not a "barista". You serve coffee. Labelling yourself with a silly word doesn't give the job added value.
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As a person involved in building maintenance, what I see here is a lot of damage being done because they're too ignorant and selfish to think of the consequences of their actions. See how our hero slams his weight into the finely carved stonework of a fifteenth century church. How many repeat impacts before pieces break off?

The church is St Mary the great, Cambridge,by the way.
If the idiots are students, then this video would be enough to end their university careers.

Yes, I'm impressed at their athletic skills, but the structures they're slamming into, jumping off, scrambling over, are not, in the main, designed to take the loads they're imparting without damage.
Yet they won't even know it, when the repair bills start coming in.
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So far as I know, Flanders and Swann never wrote any song about particle physics.

However, they did write a song about a hippopotamus, the music being used in the Cern choir's song, and lyrics written by Danuta Orlowska of Cern.

The Hippopotamus song is here:
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1: The basement is unheated, damp, and home to the spiders and mice.
2: I can move my chair anywhere in the room, without tools.
3: My chair has a backrest, and armrest.
4: The carpet does not like being sawed.
5: I live on a boat.
6: How strange that no culture, anywhere in the world ever seems to have adopted this kind of "chair".
7: I'm sueing Neatorama for millions. There was live cabling, and water pipes, where I wanted my chair. As soon as I'm out of the hospital, I'll sue.
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Definitely a model, not full-size, Time Ball.

Time balls were most common in maritime cities and ports, the ball was held at the top of the pole, and at exactly one p.m., it would be dropped. All the ships within sight of the ball could thus set their chronometers exactly, vital for accurate navigation.

This example looks like a presentation piece.
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"...when the teen arrived late to the gate"
If the other passengers were onboard and buckled, then why was the outsize passenger given such treatment? Surely they should have said "Okay, there's your seat, BUT you can't fit in it and you failed to tell us that you were wider than an airline seat, so you'll have to wait for another flight with enough spare seats".
The passenger who was bumped may indeed have been on standby, but having been told to board, she should not have then lost her seat to someone who actually bought a ticket AFTER she was buckled in and ready to fly.
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If you want to hear a man who really sings in extremely low registers, you mightlike to listen to Albert Kuvezhyn, singing Joy Division's "Love Will Tear us Apart".

I posted it on my blog long ago.
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