pocket83²
MORTAL KOMBAT Scorpions wifes garden Kunai. [Build tips]
updated
(1) Re-surfacing planes:
►youtu.be/csBe7j6k1Ts
(2) Installing new bearings:
►youtu.be/jny5z5yyFpw
(3) Assembling the jointer:
►youtu.be/QQh4f8YgAWw
(4) Assembling fence, simple sharpening, and installing knives:
►youtube.com/watch?v=ZR2jm80yoRc
~~~~~
●Replacement Bearings (without extended race):
1) Front side (smaller one):
15mm/35mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6202-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 15x35x11mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support ”
2) Back/pulley side (bigger one):
17mm/40mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6203-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 17x40x12mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support”
●Replacement Knives:
POWERTEC 6 Inch Jointer Blades for Delta 37-190 37-195 37-205 37-220 37-275X Jointer, Replacement for 37-658 Jointer Knives, Set of 3 (148032)
●Replacement Set-screws:
These are found throughout the machine. Check local hardware store first. They have a ¼-28 thread pattern; that means the threads were cut from ¼" rod, and they're spaced at 28 threads per inch.
●Diamond Sharpening Plates:
I will not provide free advertisements here, but simply search for "Diamond 5 Pcs Knife Sharpening Stone," and try not to spend more than 15 bucks. If you're shopping on the 'big A,' save the item to your watch list (without buying it), and then watch as the price magically drops over the next day or two. This is called 'dynamic pricing,' also known as scalping. You're welcome. I'm one of the good guys, I swear. You should also be thanking me for not putting mid-roll ads in this video, but who's counting?
●DELTA MILWAUKEE operating and maintenance instructions
(applies to models 34-205 34-207 37-205 37-207 and many variants):
http://vintagemachinery.org/pubs/1141/3236.pdf
(1) Re-surfacing planes:
►youtu.be/csBe7j6k1Ts
(2) Installing new bearings:
►youtu.be/jny5z5yyFpw
(3) Assembling the jointer:
►youtu.be/QQh4f8YgAWw
(4) Assembling fence, simple sharpening, and installing knives:
►youtube.com/watch?v=ZR2jm80yoRc
~~~~~
●Replacement Bearings (without extended race):
1) Front side (smaller one):
15mm/35mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6202-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 15x35x11mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support ”
2) Back/pulley side (bigger one):
17mm/40mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6203-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 17x40x12mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support”
●Replacement Knives:
POWERTEC 6 Inch Jointer Blades for Delta 37-190 37-195 37-205 37-220 37-275X Jointer, Replacement for 37-658 Jointer Knives, Set of 3 (148032)
●Replacement Set-screws:
These are found throughout the machine. Check local hardware store first. They have a ¼-28 thread pattern; that means the threads were cut from ¼" rod, and they're spaced at 28 threads per inch.
●Diamond Sharpening Plates:
I will not provide free advertisements here, but simply search for "Diamond 5 Pcs Knife Sharpening Stone," and try not to spend more than 15 bucks. If you're shopping on the 'big A,' save the item to your watch list (without buying it), and then watch as the price magically drops over the next day or two. This is called 'dynamic pricing,' also known as scalping. You're welcome. I'm one of the good guys, I swear. You should also be thanking me for not putting mid-roll ads in this video, but who's counting?
●DELTA MILWAUKEE operating and maintenance instructions
(applies to models 34-205 34-207 37-205 37-207 and many variants):
http://vintagemachinery.org/pubs/1141/3236.pdf
(1) Re-surfacing planes:
►youtu.be/csBe7j6k1Ts
(2) Installing new bearings:
►youtu.be/jny5z5yyFpw
(3) Assembling the jointer:
►youtu.be/QQh4f8YgAWw
(4) Assembling fence, simple sharpening, and installing knives:
►youtube.com/watch?v=ZR2jm80yoRc
~~~~~
●Replacement Bearings (without extended race):
1) Front side (smaller one):
15mm/35mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6202-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 15x35x11mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support ”
2) Back/pulley side (bigger one):
17mm/40mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6203-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 17x40x12mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support”
●Replacement Knives:
POWERTEC 6 Inch Jointer Blades for Delta 37-190 37-195 37-205 37-220 37-275X Jointer, Replacement for 37-658 Jointer Knives, Set of 3 (148032)
●Replacement Set-screws:
These are found throughout the machine. Check local hardware store first. They have a ¼-28 thread pattern; that means the threads were cut from ¼" rod, and they're spaced at 28 threads per inch.
●Diamond Sharpening Plates:
I will not provide free advertisements here, but simply search for "Diamond 5 Pcs Knife Sharpening Stone," and try not to spend more than 15 bucks. If you're shopping on the 'big A,' save the item to your watch list (without buying it), and then watch as the price magically drops over the next day or two. This is called 'dynamic pricing,' also known as scalping. You're welcome. I'm one of the good guys, I swear. You should also be thanking me for not putting mid-roll ads in this video, but who's counting?
●DELTA MILWAUKEE operating and maintenance instructions
(applies to models 34-205 34-207 37-205 37-207 and many variants):
http://vintagemachinery.org/pubs/1141/3236.pdf
(1) Re-surfacing planes:
►youtu.be/csBe7j6k1Ts
(2) Installing new bearings:
►youtu.be/jny5z5yyFpw
(3) Assembling the jointer:
►youtu.be/QQh4f8YgAWw
(4) Assembling fence, simple sharpening, and installing knives:
►youtube.com/watch?v=ZR2jm80yoRc
~~~~~
●Replacement Bearings (without extended race):
1) Front side (smaller one):
15mm/35mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6202-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 15x35x11mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support ”
2) Back/pulley side (bigger one):
17mm/40mm/13mm (Inside diameter/Outside diameter/Width).
Search using the following title. “PGN (2 Pack) 6203-2RS Bearing Lubricated Chrome
Steel Sealed Ball Bearings 17x40x12mm with Rubber Seal & High RPM Support”
●Replacement Knives:
POWERTEC 6 Inch Jointer Blades for Delta 37-190 37-195 37-205 37-220 37-275X Jointer, Replacement for 37-658 Jointer Knives, Set of 3 (148032)
●Replacement Set-screws:
These are found throughout the machine. Check local hardware store first. They have a ¼-28 thread pattern; that means the threads were cut from ¼" rod, and they're spaced at 28 threads per inch.
●Diamond Sharpening Plates:
I will not provide free advertisements here, but simply search for "Diamond 5 Pcs Knife Sharpening Stone," and try not to spend more than 15 bucks. If you're shopping on the 'big A,' save the item to your watch list (without buying it), and then watch as the price magically drops over the next day or two. This is called 'dynamic pricing,' also known as scalping. You're welcome. I'm one of the good guys, I swear. You should also be thanking me for not putting mid-roll ads in this video, but who's counting?
●DELTA MILWAUKEE operating and maintenance instructions
(applies to models 34-205 34-207 37-205 37-207 and many variants):
http://vintagemachinery.org/pubs/1141/3236.pdf
Funny clip taken from "What Does It Really Take..." by "Tools In Action"
That's an attribution, not a channel recommendation.
~Costs~
● Glue sticks:
$6.28 for 50; requires ½ stick per drum = 6¢ each.
● Steel Rod - 5/16":
$8.75 for 4'; requires 4" per drum = 73¢ each.
● Sanding Belt - 6x48":
$3 for 4 strips; requires one per 1½" drum = 75¢ each.
Total: $1.54 per drum.
~Chapters~
0:00 Intro
2:06 Steel
4:48 Sandpaper
7:33 Wrapping
8:51 Glue
9:44 Doubles
10:32 Overview
11:10 Test Questions
14:43 One more thing...
17:32 Cone test
17:52 Outtakes/tips
Where's the description? Two things: 1) it was too long, and 2) it was too vain or cynical or negative or something. I'll work on repackaging it this morning, but no promises; I may leave it redacted. To summarize, it started off as a tirade about the skewed perception of economy from within a first-world context. The second part was about click-bait (because I used it again here), which included a promise to return to our regular-old boring content next week without any added sensationalism, in spite of the fact that this will no doubt cause a drop in activity. It also said something about how I turned off the mid-roll ads for you in exchange for using the bait, because I don't want you to think I'd deliberately waste your time. I respect you more than that, and I appreciate your attention, no matter how nasty and misanthropic my description blurbs can get. The warm, fuzzy thesis that closed it all together was: [We owe it to each other to spend some time producing for mutual benefit, and not to only consume for exclusive gain.] Sounds like Leftism, I know, but it has a message of centrism if you read the whole thing. Something about threading a needle means going through the middle, or something. The idea was to tie together (actual) economy, individuality, honesty, and respect.
*SOLDERING:*
Soldering galvanized wire will make toxic fumes. This wire brush will work fine without soldering it—but if you must, make sure the cable isn't galvanized. Consider instead using epoxy or steel pipe.
Hacksaw users note:
It's OK to _start_ your lengthwise pipe cut while it's still under compression in the vice. Technically, the top part of a squashed pipe is still under tension, and as you cut through it, you end up running into the compressed part inside. Think of it like bending a piece of plastic in half; where it turns light-colored is the tense part, and where it gets wrinkly is the compressed part. Sometimes we have to cut things that are under compression, but there are very specific procedures to go about doing so. Consider what it's like to drop a tree; the entire thing is upright, so it must be under compression, right? Not exactly. On a calm day, the compressive forces can pass through the hinge part of the cut, and so the tree can stay there by funneling all of its compressive tendency onto a thin line as the other parts are being removed. Consider that if the compression is _not_ in balance while the tree is being cut, the chainsaw bar will get compressed, and it ends up 'pinched' there, supporting the tree it's supposed to be felling. This is why wedges are used, to transfer the compression (the weight) around the saw cut.
Clickbait:
This is how far we've fallen: the vast majority of viewers won't even blink an eye at this display. It's now expected—and this one's even mild—here in modern YouTube "woodworker" world. I didn't even make any misleading/false promises; just one little rhetorical interrogative. The title is conservatively spot-on, enough even to be considered modest. I considered using [THEY DIDN'T SAY I COULD INVENT THIS!], except for its blatant lack of descriptive content. The honest ambiguity was cute, though.
Clickbait is awful. It's not even funny to me anymore, so much as it is repulsive. Reminds me of the pre-millenium car salesman cliché: it's sleazy, hucksterish, slimy. You know, I'm making fun of you by doing it (and lowering myself in the process). We should both be ashamed that this is what it takes to get a look. I try to give you good ideas. I try to say things that aren't often said, rather than to just drill-down on the same old by-the-book methods that have been long-established, yet somehow recently get "discovered" by popular YouTubers. Every once in awhile I drop one of these sensation-bombs out of pure, disgusted hatred, in part for the social commentary, in part for the lulz, and in part for the artistry flex, sure, but I promise it has nothing to do with promoting myself on this medium. I am a failure on this platform, and I've accepted that; the fact that I debase myself by using clickbait at all, even ironically, is a pathetic demonstration of just how cynical I have become. A plague on us all for the present appearance of this medium. We can't even tell what's real here anymore, and because of the hidden censorship, we've lost any ability to critique enough that we can no longer preserve our ability to discern.
What is honest now, who can say?
The tragedy, to me, is that this video _really will_ get higher than usual ratings. And then next week, when I restore normalcy, so too will I be returned to my appropriate obscurity. Sadly but also incidentally in this case, the topic idea really is a good one this time. And I knowingly flush it down the sensation hole for a cheap joke, as though I were scrawling it on the inside of a port-o-shidder I'm about to knock over.
O, O, O—you know what I'm talking about.
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Music:
As I Figure by Kevin MacLeod
Link: incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/3383-as-i-figure
License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0
►youtube.com/watch?v=8Gn6_YoiuVI
There's something that I wish I could go back and add to both videos. Note that load distribution is only part of the picture. A frame can only be 'sturdy' along an axis that receives diagonal support. A work bench frame has three axes: length, width, and height; in order to get your bench to be as tough as possible, you should try to get extra diagonal strength along all three:
●A plywood top surface provides diagonal strength in one dimension.
●Side panels or gussets will add diagonal strength to its second dimension.
●Front/rear panels give diagonal strength to the third dimension.
Ideally, you'll get all three, somehow. But of course, in the real world, we're often forced to compromise. Also note that diagonal bracing can be used to the same affect as plywood panels, but try to provide both sides of the 'X' if you do this, since a single diagonal brace will have to work double-duty in order to pick up both the tensile and compressive forces.
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If you're a regular here, you probably think I go on and on about tension and compression. That's only because it's so important.
_First rule of building things:_ The basis of sound construction is triangulation. Squares can't be strong without getting help from outside the square. Even the biggest rectangle will succumb to imbalance and become parallelogrammed. Triangulation is the process of giving a rectangle diagonal strength in the form of tension/compression resisting braces. No structure is secure without this.
_First rule of cutting things:_ (ideally), only tension can be cut, not compression. When cutting anything, tension is released as it is cut, and compression builds underneath the cut (in proportion to the mass) until both become zero, at which point the cutoff becomes weightless. Whether it's a chainsaw working its way through a log or a piece of metal being fed through a bandsaw, try to be mindful of where the material is most tense and least compressed, and try to cut through it there.
_First rule of cutting things restated:_ one piece gradually becomes a cutoff.
Of course, this model is conceptual. Just as the Earth-Moon system is ensconced in a two-party gravitational dance, but we still think of it as being a simplified 'Moon-orbits-Earth' scenario. The Earth/Moon system and the Sun are also locked into a compounded version of this dance, along with all of the neighboring planets. And this entire Solar mass swirls into its host Galaxy, who slowly careens an adjacent comparable body. All and every, in orbit of one another, to precisely the tune of the displacement of their individual mass.
_First rule of understanding the universe:_ one cannot come to understand the universe.
_Second rule of understanding the universe:_ the first rule is unalterable and absolute.
_Third rule of understanding the universe:_ the second rule is the only certainly in the universe, paradoxes notwithstanding.
If you're a regular description-reader here who's looking for something to think about, go watch this video once you've finished reading:
►youtube.com/watch?v=9YcRQOF1eYY
She really nails it. And I'm too fixated with thinking about this idea now to write much of my usual further complainatory. I'll finish the point, though~
Twelve or so years ago, when I first started making uploads, carpentry videos were made by carpenters. By harsh guys like John Heisz, who could both dish it out _and_ take it. I say this despite no longer speaking to the guy; we totally disagree with each other, but I still respect him for his stones. And we heard it all then, because the comments were still COMPLETELY UNFILTERED. Things are different now. Even a mildly offensive word gets withheld, AI automatically removes the 'hateful,' and channel owners are heavy-handed with the 'remove comment' button. Not to mention that the video-makers now seem to lack any physical carpentry experience. A shop is not a site. It's like the difference between firing a rifle while freestanding versus resting both elbows on a sandbag. The high standard of the over-equipped shop carpenter is like a toddler's pride at riding a straight line with training wheels. Try doing nice work from a 40' ladder. Try making a straight cut, or a calculation, while balancing on icy rafters. Try making a home repair on a budget with a limited tool set. My first real shop was a 3x5' closet. You wouldn't believe the stuff I made in there. How? By being clever. Industrious. Frugal. Persistent. Not 'perfect.'
Our would-be smart carpenters are becoming pink-fingered 'woodworkers' and 'creators' instead. They preach safety from carpeted studios. The artificial artisan spouts procedural dogma from in front of a block-plane covered wall that's been contrived to impress, persuade. And without the old callouses, they can't take any new criticism, either: add Jonathan Katz-Moses and Stumpy Nubs to the pile of entitled shop-rat cry-babys who've blocked me over offering polite-but-forceful procedural disagreements. 🙉 On a carpentry crew, there'd be a word for this pair. Here, in woodworker-creator world, I dare not speak it.
[Redacted]
And for the record, I'm only a pseudo-completionist.
Sure, I might start out with the intention to gather every seashell, musical note, and Korok seed; but I rarely get through the first quarter of a game before moving on. It's like a pathological procrastination: suspend the pleasant experience indefinitely, and thus prolong well-being through the sheer force of disappointment displacement. As though one can live forever. The voice suggests, collect everything you can, squirrel, in case there's a world-ending event. _"Time Enough at Last!"_
Meh. Eggs are rarely very rewarding anyway. As much as I enjoyed Anaconda and Astrolander, I expect—should I ever revisit the Robot Factory (on Hard)—to realize that Retroracer is a huge let-down. Specially after 20 years now.
🌼Nope. Not here.
Our princess is in another castle!
But I'm glad you're using the flow chart.
A few reasons to own a heat gun~
●REMOVING LABELS. Stickers, price tags, and all sorts of gummy substances can be softened with heat. You can even remove wallpaper with it.
●THINNING EPOXY. Heat makes epoxy runnier. The fancy way of saying that is heat lowers the viscosity of a liquid. Viscosity just means resistance to flow. Think of warm maple syrup (which is runny) vs refrigerated syrup, which is gooey. Warm epoxy will get into little nooks and crannies, improving the overall bond. Heat will also cause epoxy to polymerize faster. Best of all, if you warm the substrate to which the epoxy will be attached, the epoxy will form a stronger bond. Same thing goes for
●HOT GLUE. If you warm up the parts you are about to glue together, the hot glue will bond much, much, much better. This is sort of a life hack. Or it's at least max-level hot glue gun skill. If you haven't been doing it, then you haven't been doing it right. In some cases, you can also use a heat gun and a glue stick to skip using the glue gun altogether, and then use some of the remaining time to write a how-to about what you've learned.
●DRYING PAINT. This sentence would be an elaboration of the point, were it not already entirely self-evident. In an effort to be totally redundant, I will thus restate the obvious: heat makes paint dry. And if you just enjoyed the previous sentence, you might even enjoy watching it as it dries!
● Electronics. Shrink tubing is a must for that sweet Lineman's splice you just made. If you don't know what that is, Google it first, and then come back. Oh, you knew? Wow. Smart. Ok, moving on. Beyond heat shrinking, a stationary heat gun (set to low) can also be nice for assisting solder flow on cold parts. Oh, and it softens soldering paste, in case you use a tiny paintbrush like I do.
●MELTING PLASTIC. Your plastic welding technique can also be assisted in the manner described above. Plastic welds have a tendency to cool too quickly, reducing the filler material's bond to the substrate. But welding is just the tip of the iceberg here; the true joy of heatgunning plastic is with shopping bags and sculpture. Here's a video on the subject,
►youtube.com/watch?v=ms4KiFdKyj0
but I strongly recommend that you try this out on a wood chisel, because it works really well and it's uber satisfying.
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My opinion on the two models of heatgun shown here~
It's one of my most heavily-used tools. I've grown to consider it a must-have. In terms of design, there are three factors that I'd consider to be most important: simplicity, ergonomics, and dependability. As of the time of writing this, Wagner's Furno 300 (the yellow one in this video) is pretty much the gold standard for the consumer market, but I can't give it a perfect score. Under no abuse, the first one I owned broke beyond repair after what I would call not long enough. Its grade is fair in all three categories.
The most rugged model of heatgun I've seen was an old ACE brand, which, unbelievably, I once saw survive the following: it was left running—overnight, on high—after being placed inside of a molten-metal trough (and then covered with insulating heat blanket!) to help dry out the refractory cement, because the customer was in a hurry. The heatgun still worked fine the next day. Naturally, I ended up buying one (it's the black one in the video) and it is still running after a couple of years now, but it's neither the same model nor does it have the same trigger mechanism, which makes it a little more cumbersome to use.
I can't remember much about any of the previous models that I've owned, except that I had an old Wagner about three or four guns back that I really liked. Like I said—just look for simplicity, ergonomics, and dependability, and you'll be fine. Also consider price if your daddy isn't buying it for you. Right now, I'm eyeing up Harbor Freight's $20 WARRIOR, because I can't help but notice that their tool quality has seemed to tick upward in recent years.
)( = Concave
Convex = Converging
Concave = Diverging
Convex lenses focus light into a point.
Concave lenses spread light out (into a fan).
Focal length is simply the distance between the center of a lens and the point of light that it causes.
Accuracy: the crudeness of this procedure leaves much to be desired. What appears 'in focus' will not only be precarious, but it's also somewhat subjective. With that in mind, consider that finding focus is much like using a stereo microscope: focus is relative to a specific plane, and not to the conceptually visible three-dimensional pattern that the mind discerns as a 'clear image.' If you can hold this thought while you're attempting to measure focal distance, keeping in mind to try to clarify the light source itself and not the bulb in which it is contained, you will improve the accuracy of your measurement. Focus on the filament, not the bulb. As for increasing precision, you would do well to raise and lower the lens using an adjustable apparatus, like a chemistry ring-stand.
Further refinements for precision: a lower watt bulb will help, as will placing the point light source behind a screen (a piece of wood with a hole in it) to reduce stray light. Ideally, there will be no other light sources in the room. For the screen onto which the light will be focused, find a smooth surface. Alignment also matters; try to keep the light source, the lens, and the focus point screen all positioned in parallel planes. Oh, and clean both your lens and your light-bulb!
LENS DIAMETER: BIGGER IS ALWAYS BETTER.
Of course lens size matters. Please don't pick at that detail. You'd be missing the point. Larger lenses gather more light to focus. I shouldn't even need to say this. But a lens is going to be fit to a specific purpose, and that means focus distance given a specified size restraint. Ideally, in any apparatus that makes use of light—whether in terms of resolving an image to the highest possible degree or to the purpose of focusing gathered light's energy—the bigger the lens the better, and the longer the exposure time, the more pronounced its affect. Bigger is better, but we have to make reasonable compromises in engineering and design. If we were to use the largest possible lens to gather all the light that ever was, we would have all of the information necessary to resolve the ultimate and perfect picture of what the universe is. Until then, every other lens that's smaller than that will be a compromise, so shut up when I tell you that size isn't the most relevant number relative to purpose. In the practical sense, only focal distance matters.
According to the Wikipedia article, the new Ticonderoga is being made from "an unspecified American cedar"; however, not only is this claim untrue, its only source is the Dixon company's website itself!
Dixon hasn't manufactured the Ticonderoga Pencil from within the U.S. in over two decades. The pencils are being mass-produced on a world-scale as another throwaway novelty for a wasteful consumer culture; their manufacture has been outsourced to the lowest bidder, and the lower quality is a reflection of that change. The pencil is now being made from multiple species of wood, all of which are inferior. I have personally encountered three different types of non-Cedar Ticonderoga pencils over the last five years: two of these were far too hard, and the other was too soft. And the pencils from the soft wood package even had misaligned lead! Without Cedar, a pencil will be much more difficult to sharpen, and the graphite WILL break. Don't be fooled: the Dixon Ticonderoga is no longer "the world's best pencil."
Once a precise writing instrument, the Ticonderoga was emblematic of the pinnacle of engineering development: for decades, it showed us not only that consistent, affordable quality could be achieved, but also that one simple product's optimization was chain-linked to an entire nation's industrious spirit. It wasn't just a simple pencil. It was an acheivement of design that was symbolic of a pragmatic people. What was the proud refinement made of the efforts of a myriad scrutinous Yankees, now, instead, is just one more piece of dollar-store garbage.
DIXON: shame on you for the change; you've abandoned a beautiful tradition that could have been sustained indefinitely if not for your greed. You've cursed your product's legacy, insulted its history, and slighted your supporters with dishonesty. Rather than the pleasantly nostalgic scent of aromatic Cedar, now your flagship product smells like slash & burn lumber, musty freighter pesticide, and corporate artifice. ✏️
⭐3-D Jigsaw Stars:
youtube.com/watch?v=ys-5OIuVdYg
►postimg.cc/sQzm4BRK
Latinium by Javolenus (c) copyright 2020 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Noncommercial (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/Javolenus/62650 Ft: NiGiD
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No matter how many times I say this, it never stops being important; it never stops being profound: the brain is an environment simulating machine that makes predictions about future states by recognizing, and conceptualizing, patterns. Today, let's set aside the implications to freewill. Let's also not bring up the mind's (and thus consciousness's) physical basis in natural selection. You like your freewill, and you probably cherish that 'real' experience you're having, so you'll be more likely to accept what I have to say if I don't molest those sacred jewels of yours. The problems are distractions anywho, so let's pretend as though you're of sound executive function, and that you use it to affect real change. Keepin it real! You're such a pragmatic. So ubermensch! A real broad-jawed princess-rescuer, you are. Ok, tiger, granted.
Even if I give these to you, the thing that you still aren't getting is the magical mind stuff. Even IF mind really is, somehow, a non-illusory emergent property of—some spark of—physical stuff; and even IF you are somehow in control of all this material meat-equipment, that still doesn't imbue you or anything else in this world with magical powers.
What on or off Earth is he talking about? I'm talking about fooling yourself. About intellectual honesty. About intuition (again). The thing the DMT psychonauts just don't get is that the brain is the ONLY gateway to experience. The machine-elves in there might seem real, like you are somehow visiting the collective unconscious and they are your guide. But this can't be the reality, because both magical tour and mystery guide are occurring within a mind, which is the very seat of every possible conception in the first place. C'mon kids, let's take a diversionary analogy!
This is one that I use all the time. In order to get up for work, it's convenient to set an alarm clock's time a few minutes ahead, so that you have 'extra' time to get ready. Thing is, you're only borrowing from yourself, and you know deep-down that you have precisely the same amount of time coming. You can't escape your own design. You might as well TRY TO NOT THINK about teh color of a flamingo when I tell you this: don't imagine what color a flamingo is. Flamingos get their plumage color from eating shrimp, but don't imagine that color. The color of plastic flamingo contrasts brightly against the shady side of the trailer park, but don't imagine the hue of that image, because you have the agency to resist doing so. Yes, I set that "teh" up there as a distracting landmine to trip you up, but no, you couldn't've avoided mind-seeing all that pink even if you wanted to. Your brain just face-planted you right into pure pink.
Speaking of thinking of pink, now consider the commercial brand; ask yourself where a man might see the color in nature (other than shrimp & flamingo). Think of it yet? Oh, you dirty beast! Where's that control, uberman? It's not your fault. The clothing line was designed to do this. The irony is that the message seems innocuous, to the point of being invisible, to women, while the rest of us pigs (incidentally, also pink) try to think of flamingos and cold immersion whenever we see that CAPSLOCK message coming at us, usually from the other side of the walkway and smacked mid-chest on a young lady who's moving in the opposite direction. Opposite direction, indeed. The mind makes this mess out of material. No magic.
Here's the thing, and I'm running out of space. Forced to condense. There's no gateway to understanding that doesn't come through the brain. You can't have a profound insight beamed into your head from outside. It's not possible. The only information coming in is what gets in through sensory input. Since this collected input is all you have, you've become totally convinced by it. It is, in a very real sense, the most real you can know. It doesn't get any realer without upgrading your hardware. Input distortion, or altered consciousness, isn't insight; it won't help you to see new pattern so much as it causes distortion to patterns you're already conceptualizing. The point is neither an endorsement nor an admonishment of substances; these are tools, just like any other, which can be both used & misused for purpose. Just remember, psychonaut, there's no royal road to understanding. That freaky journey that hand-held you through the geometric vortex and into a perfectly clear understanding of the true nature of reality? That was generated, entirely, by the very thing that generates ALL of your reality: a brain. Nothing convinces you quite like you do. The puff-puff perfect conception? No different than setting the alarm ahead to fool yourself.
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Last week, one comment called me loquacious. Another, pompous. Those are hard to deny. Though I maintain that these description blurbs are tongue-in-cheek, they also have a strong basis in reality. Further, it's an evasion to seek shelter from criticism under the wide umbrella of satire. For years, Jon Stewart used this defense for his "Daily Show" as it functioned as a de facto news program. Note that it's now much different; Stewart's hyphenated successor is a whiny, angry, intellectually dishonest, ultra-partisan hack. This week, I'll do nothing of either sort. No comedy. Instead I'll be brutally honest. Do the same—feel free to let the hurt-words fly. My skin is tougher than you think, because it's not really my ego you'll hurl them into.
It's hard to remember what I say where. I'm a serial comment-writer, both on and off my channels. On average, these fingers spew several thousand words a day. A dozen or more some days, time permitting. It's cathartic and compulsory, and journal-writing is pointlessly solipsistic. Might as well shout into a drain pipe. At least there'd be an echo.
Recently I was exchanging with someone on the topic of ego death, or the dissolution of the self, which is the part of you that cares about being insulted. It has been a long time since I thought of myself as a progenitor of ideas. See, having good ideas is like having good looks: they just come to you if you're lucky. Yeah yeah, lots of ideas take grit & polish, sure. Development of an idea is one thing, but having the space to give rise to it in the first place is something entirely different; this is a natural aspect, a compulsion, a condition of your reality. Our minds gravitate towards their inclinations: the musical mind to the tune, the pictorial mind to the canvas, the mathematical mind to the model. These artistic appetites continue even in our sleep. We develop these 'gifts' neither through choice nor tenacity, but through something entirely different: obsession. Nobody gets a choice. The brain is a vine that grows.
The mind builds on its unique interests with or without your consent. Once, as we were walking over the bridge,¹ my old philosophy professor asked rhetorically, "If we have freewill, then why do people choose to fall in love with the wrong person?"
On with the show. If my honesty is compulsory, then don't throw tomatoes at my having a cocky, cynical, critical nature. It's not the intention to offend when I say that most of us are stupid. It's just a statistical assertion. Go read The Bell Curve. See, that's the thing about my own arrogance; it's not that I've ever believed myself clever, so much as I now see that 'most' naturally aren't. Most of you sleep soundly at 4 AM, as I toss while rotating geometry in my head, so no thanks if I don't want to humbly accept some feigned appreciation for having a 'gift,' especially when that's just a euphemism for getting me to perform for you. That sh!t started when I was only a kid: grandpa was proud, and competitive with his brother (an old college professor and savage interlocutor), and they both came from a misogynist age, so naturally I was coerced into demonstration for them. Showing off was an embarrassing act; not only the focused attention, and the increased expectations, and the under-the-surface resentment from others, but the whole spectacle.
Spectacle—that's it. That's the jelly donut hidden in your footlocker. Well, eat it. You all want to see abnormality: the extreme, bizarre, and uncharacteristic. Well, here I am; a miserable recluse. Despite years of frustrated attempts to find mutual understanding, nearly everything I say still gets misinterpreted. I lack the language. It's been years since I've seen my family. Some gift.
And so we come to leverage and stupidity. Or rather, tools and their users. See, both leverage and stupidity are variable by degree. The pair share a relationship in which one ought not become disproportionate to the other. A crude example would be a chimp holding a gun: one is a lever, and the other, stupid. A lever is a designed extension of our will, and our stupid is the incursion of reality's limitations upon that will. While we may conceive of our aspirations as pure, noble, and intelligent, they nevertheless remain tethered to our ego and its physical self, and to all of the associated (narrow) desires. The more worldly we try, the more provincial the result. I have never felt so small, insecure, and forsaken as I have in that shuddering moment when I first realized that 'most' of you are not better equipped to hold a lever.
¹the bridge is both literal and metaphorical. At this university, sciences and humanities were in their own clusters of buildings, these separated by both a creek and an ideological divide. If ever there were a born bipartisan, it's me. Never could decide which half of the false dichotomy I was more (or rather, less) comfortable in. I liked the bridge.
First, let's take a diversion to talk for a moment about how to sound smart. In conversation, if ever within the domain of American history, when you're uncertain over who might've said something-or-other, it's a safe bet to guess Benjamin Franklin. Guy was unambiguously clever. You can use this guess as a default setting. Further on the subject, if you memorize the names of the Presidents, people will be baffled by your brilliance—even though most of them will already have more than 46 "friends" on Facebook, & keep at least as many contacts on their phone. In a more worldly stretch to impress, one can easily charm others by remembering only a modicum of their world geography; if this proves too conceptually difficult, then one may easily evade revealing their limit of understanding by simply pointing out one or two obscure reference points on the map in a quick escape; perhaps tell a sensational story to throw them off your scent, for example, mention the ecological disaster that befell Easter Island, and thus spin the mark around with a dizzying verification of your forcefully shrewd mental acuity. When the subject of philosophy enters the room, only drop the big bomb of Plato as a last resort, because it's sort of a catch-all for ANY argument. Referencing Plato's like calling an itchy patch eczema; you probably won't be wrong. No, start instead with a less well-known but still brilliant thinker. As fellow mathematicals, Russell and Bronowski are my preferred weapons, and except that I'm too snobby and blithely in love with the pair to misuse them in this way I might, so John Stuart Mill might be better suited to the purpose. If the subject of organic chemistry comes up, it's always hydrogen bonds. If it's physics, it's always error and uncertainty. When in doubt about anything, ever, if totally cornered, the ultimate alpha-to-omega, end-all be-all of terminating clichés is a recourse into Relativism. Just google it, you'll see what I mean.
Now that you know how simple the recipe for sounding like an authority can be, let's return to the point at hand. Why do people so easily fall into the rut of dogma? Like everything else about humanity, it comes down to natural selection. You, fellow ape, come from a long line of progenitors who fell in line. Yes, I could go on and on about how we're pattern-recognizing machines, and how we thus generate an endless supply of false-positives, but I've spun you around with that tune before, and I'm already over 3K characters. The point I want you to take this time is that we're pre-wired for deferment to expertise, and this is still the case EVEN when the expertise is faking it. In fact, as socially-trusting creatures who long lived in small familial bands, we have a problem NOT trusting others.
And so we have room for defectors. Snake-oil salesmen, evangelists, contractors, YouTubers; the list goes on and on. Defectors arise via exploitation (sorry to use that tainted word) of a system that was "designed" (or rather, implemented) for the sake of our benefit. The idea is called 'ascribed status.' Think about those two words, real hard: ascribed status.
Imagine you & I are in Far Cry Primal, IRL. We're planning to take down some behemoth that has fangs longer than either of our, um, hand-axes. As we lay prostrate on the mound above, peeking down at the beast, you look back to me for guidance in a moment of anxiety & apprehension, and I give you that cheesy smile that says, 'don't worry, I do this all the time,' and your misplaced trust begets confidence. Remember what I said about it in the video? Confidence means performance. It's natural selection. In terms of game theory, a false prophet is still better than no profit at all.
Ironically, as dumb as this better-than-nothin' approach is, it actually works to convince us. So well, in fact, that our default setting is STILL a preference for the extraneous whenever given the choice. Think about this simple bit of erroneous reasoning: "I'd rather have one and not need it than need one and not have it" is a trite, common-sense rationale for carrying a weapon. But one is far more likely to "need" an umbrella, and who bothers to carry one of those?
Now listen here, fellow follower-monkey: since you're reading me right now, and it's not the other way around, I'm the one with the ascribed status. I'm in your head. Don't allow yourself to be victimized in this way. Fight back in the comments.
Most presenters see this space as an opportunity; they will fill this up with links, promos, and any self-furthering, time-wasting leftover sh!t that can still be scraped from the side of the advertisement chumbucket. This is AFTER having already bombarded you with all of the rest of their pleas for help. Content is only the delivery system. I don't know whether to hate them or pity them: on one hand, they're clearly dishonest, low-life sellouts; on the other, they're also fragile human beings who're only seeking to further some aspect of themselves. Life is tough. If you can tear a hole in the tedium and slither into the world of illusory popularity, why not? The thought of being forgotten is to face oblivion, is it not? Most of us don't have the strength for that.
When I said "strength" in the previous sentence, it didn't mean what you think. I meant ego, but a strong ego is not really something to value. If I would've said "most of us don't have the ego for that," you might interpret it as meaning that a strong ego would be more resistant to facing the idea of oblivion, but it's quite the opposite. An ego that is easily shed is the condition worth coveting; dropping it is a valuable skill, and the strong ego won't let go. Those of us who cling to this world and its temporary enticements are both fooling our'selves' and setting our'selves' up for disaster. Most of us can't deal with the idea of being forgotten. Most of us have an ego that is too strong, too clingy, to allow us to calmly face oblivion.
Now, here I might offer the reader some gentle solace with the fact that oblivion is only one possible state for the conscious experience to arrive at. To a panpsychist like myself, such a bleak result seems a bit dramatic, and also a little bit unrealistic. Consciousness is not really an on/off condition; there are lots of gray areas surrounding the concept. That's been a tough pill to swallow for me, because philosophy presents an either-or dichotomy with the tension between Dualism and Materialism, and for me, the traditional antitheist routine has been to overcorrect for superstition/speculation by hyper-endorsing empirical modes of epistemology, but to do so is to trade one extreme for a seemingly more realistic one. It's like overcorrecting for Communism by implementing a perfectly deregulated system of capital. The fix for a fire is usually not to fill the room with water. There's this ancient Chinese proverb: don't use a sledgehammer to kill a fly.
But all that's a diversion. You may or may not cease entirely. So what. The focus here is to remember that in the meantime, ego is NOT a strength. It is the ultimate human foible. You are part of this, this thing, and not separate. The belief otherwise is erroneous. Dropping my ego was also a tough pill. You might think that it's still in full swing, but you'd be wrong. I can seem plenty arrogant, sure; I'm clever as they come, and I'm forced to know it. It's repellent. Don't confuse confidence with ego. I can be aware of—and admit to—abilities & limitations without giving in to the lust for vanity. I do not think of myself as being special or important. In fact, I'm painfully underdeveloped in many ways. I've abandoned my most passionate pursuit, and happily accepted a standard of life that's far beneath what is materially accessible to me. It is not ego that braggadociously admits this to you, either, reader. It is my pride at having overcome life's most relentless & destructive illusion. Only a young man, I'd decided with certainty that I would soon die, and then proceeded with life recklessly, with this assumption simmering on the side. Over time, the loss of care was slowly replaced with the care to not lose it, because I started to become aware of just how fleeting and delicate awareness is.
We don't have time to waste. There's no room here for dishonesty. You need to know what is important, and I only have so much time & space to share what I believe that is with you. If meanness, cynicism, brutal honesty, and self-indulgences can snap you into attention, then I can use them and this space as a delivery system for something far more valuable than any selfish solicitation: I can instead use it to establish a genuine connection between we two creatures of awareness, who happen to be floating along parallel vectors in time and understanding. Serious as a heart attack, I mean this: the ego is an illusion. Well-being, love, is wise. That's as close to real as consciousness gets. Ego is just a distraction.
It'd probably be easier to just twist your arm and force you to listen.
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No. I'm not writin' nothin' this time.
To be honest, I'm trying to quit. I don't really receive adequate compensation for it. You're already lucky enough just to be getting some shiddy video, and here you are already scrounging around for more; don't pretend to be so interested—most of you don't even watch the content. And then some of you dunces will still ask for free plans. Next video topic: why I hate you all and how I've become a miserable Malthusian misanthrope who's disgusted with (t)his platform. Go away. Go read old comments or something. You'd be surprised by the gems you'll find there. Nobody reads 'em after the first few days, but the real slobrodytes don't even start to show up until then. You think it's all emojis and 'great job' platitudes to read from this end, but you couldn't even imagine the things I've found in my spam box. Especially now—you'd like to believe that it's all unicorns sliding softly down rainbows and into binfulls of purring puppies—now that the 'tube is cleaning itself up by forcing us all into our own little quiet echo-bubbles, where nobody can hear any of the screams of dissent, but that's not really what's going on. In reality, we aren't cleaning up our act so much as we're being prevented from going on the stage. Comment, in general, as a form of expression, is being actively suppressed. The hook is coming for me here (in the video description) soon; in this little corner, this loophole, I'm still (mostly) free to think out loud, quietly, at least for the moment. They'll catch on. There can be no cynicism here. There can be no negativity. No hurtful sentiment. Nothing critical. AI will root me out soon enough, and the brute justice of the “terms of service” will then be imposed with about as much resistance as a sheet of wet newspaper gives a falling brick. Hey, if you're really interested in what I have to say, go watch those podcast episodes. FFS, they have like a three-minute average watchtime. Bet you'll probably spend more time watching "Shorts" today. Or watching the newest Tubby Stumps' "Woodworking" video, because Cod forbid he upload another safety-saturated diatribe concerning the 12 different types of sawdust—replete with stretched IMPACT font thumbnail, paid link list & promo—and you were to miss it, leaving there untapped the hundreds of (heavily moderated) anecdotally affirmative comments alone to adore themselves, like a tiny, harmonious orchestra of positive-only but otherwise whiny Stradivarii amidst a sea of deleted dissonance. Touche bag (with a D) actually blocked me for disagreeing with him, and then cowardly blamed his “staff” after slinking away with an impossible-to-deny evasion. And THAT is a respected and popular presenter in my genre! Poor, poor wasted resource; this is where our watchtime goes to exhaust itself, in droves ¼ of a million strong, one pointlessly redundant, dim-wittedly obvious, and hyper-trite theme at a time? O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. I'd rather watch paint cure through eyewear that broadcasts semi-transparent advertisement. Also, his sarcasm is the lowest possible form of satire; calling it humor is like calling some sand in your shoe a beach. Non-zero values are just that. Still reading? Oh, you can't look away! Like a train-wreck, right? Look at the black sheep who's taking a nutty! What's his problem? Can't he enhance his calm? Like I said before, I'm not writin' nothin'. As though you're just tippy-top, anyway? Sure, nothin' grinds your gears. I bet you're a perfectly matured writer, par excellence, another snotty adherent to The King's English, in flawless form, whose product is devoid of any of those malformative cracks of emotive desperation that are so common to us plebs. Well, la-di-frickin-da! Is that Bill Shakespeare over there? And who's reading your descriptions? Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Here's the point: lower your expectations, raise your satisfactions. Have a nice day. [An uptick in mood at the end provides positive psychological affect. It's a reward thing. Also causes long-lasting positive associations to form.] Release that tension, and just breathe in the sky. Again, have a great day, valued confidant. Derp.
Ethereal Space by Snowflake (c) copyright 2011 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/snowflake/33318 Ft: Zep Hurme
Part 2 of 2:
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Create Invent Podcast channel:
►youtube.com/@createinvent/videos
Creativity Podcast E:7 (also w/ pocket83):
►youtube.com/watch?v=K4akOmeS6gA
Note that this podcast was rather heavily edited. As such, some parts of the conversation may seem 'off' due to their being decontextualized. In fact, the 'Margarita' discussion point was omitted entirely. Purists, weirdos, and fellow First Amendment advocates are free to voice complaints at Jeremy, who can be found at:
►youtube.com/@JeremyCook/videos
Just sayin'.
The fact that this old vulnerable system has now been hijacked by modern sensation-dealers for the purposes of marketing has become mass media's biggest tragedy yet. Do all of us a favor, and don't allow yourself to indulge the enticement to click that garbage. Your click is a vote, and those votes define the content market. To those presenters who DO use this new novelty: you are without question a sellout; you are following the promises of popularity right into the abyss. While my own stubbornness may have kept me away from success on this medium, at least it has also kept me from contributing to the platform's ruin.
Remember this: marketing's only goal is to achieve perfect appeal. Perfect appeal is just like politics; the most neutral opinion enjoys the mathematical advantage. Holding a minority opinion will only detract from what is the most-neutral possible score. Thus, the vacuous gets voted up. Make no mistake, reader. If you are not mindless, you are being actively suppressed. Ultimately, the positive-only will be the one message that remains permissible. Non-neutral commentary here has become heavily moderated, and not by me. Even the most mild edges must be dulled to make the environment more advertiser-friendly. Nothing can be critical. Nothing can feel negative. Nothing can look 'offensive.' Nothing can seem unfriendly. Nothing can be honest. We're paving paradise to put up a parking lot.
How long will it be before my descriptions get censored, do you think? We only strengthen by exposing our ideas to the tension of scrutiny and disagreement. Thus, content without strong opinion is about as useful as a bucket with a hole in it.
Become the zombie. Join in. Make and watch "shorts."
It began as an improvised campfire meal. After several cook-outs, the grill became a semi-permanent fixture. After a few years, it was in need of a rebuild. This video will show you how to construct this simple wood-coal grill. Its design prioritizes comfort, ease, and dependability. Cooking a meal outside shouldn't be frustrating, difficult, or unsanitary. Take some time to do the prep-work, and it'll make camping easier on you later.
Fire ring~
Don't overbuild your fire ring. Leave spaces between the rocks, and don't stack them higher than two (thin) layers. Fire wants air. Space it out; build a generous circle. A ring is only for catching roll-away logs and (some) popping embers, so back it off. It is not a container; it is neither a spark arrestor nor a safety guarantee. Building your fire pit higher will also change the geometry of its heat escape; in other words, the higher your fire ring, the bigger fire you'll need in order to still keep your legs warm. Rocks are an insulator, so keep that in mind.
Comforts~
No, this is not a perfect checklist for your picnic basket. Here are a few items so obviously pleasant that you won't realize you needed them until you're already in the woods. 'Roughing it' is for squirrels, bears, and crows. List subject to change/context:
[Paper towels. Dish-soap & water in a spray bottle. Jug of drinking/wash-up water. Small tongs for food AND slightly bigger tongs for adjusting fire. Flashlight. Clean zip-bags for leftovers. Plastic straw rug. Comfy slip-on shoes. One 6" diameter ring made of woven insulated scrap copper wiring for AFTER MEAL pretty-color show.]
Chapters~
0:00 About
2:22 Chainsaw
3:40 Cleanup
4:33 Assembly
5:11 Use/Adjustments
6:10 Apples
7:23 Fire
8:30 Coals
9:06 Grilling
10:23 Next day
11:25 Storage
Economy:
Per load, we use 45 ml of powdered soap (that's 16.5 g by mass). The powder costs us about 3.6¢ per load. For comparison, liquid detergent is around 20¢ per load, laundry sheets/strips cost between 17 and 23¢ per load, and pods are around a quarter. In term of savings, nothing else comes close to powdered laundry soap (as long as it isn't name brand).
Refilling:
The champagne bottle's capacity is around 800 ml. At five (45 ml) scoops per week, the bottle will need to be refilled once every 3½ weeks. Note that there is such a thing as a bigger bottle.
Soap:
Foca (blue) & Roma (white) are the dry soaps we use. Far and away, they are the cheapest. Name-brand powdered soap is a joke. There's lots of marketing effort going into getting people to spend more for no reason. Cheap powders can be harder to find; they come in plain PE bags, which are usually placed on the lowest bottom of the shelf in the Tide isle.
There's really no 'correct' blend of powdered soap. Different brands will have different properties, and people will have their personal preferences, sure, but there's even more to it than that. Virtually everybody out there will have water of a unique character; depending on your particular water source, you'll find that a different soap blend will be appropriate to your specific laundry/needs. Consider that every water source will have a different pH, a different hardness, and a different cocktail of dissolved minerals mixed into it. And for you city rats out there, none of this is to mention the deliberate chemical additives put in there by The Man, like chlorine and fluorine, which will even further alter your water's washing properties. Thus, don't take anybody's advice. Do your own experimenting, and find your own suitable blend. Oh, but do take this one piece of advice: liquid laundry & dishwasher soaps are for chumps, and soap pods are only for complete morons. Spare me your rationalizations about convenience—I speak only mathematically verifiable truth.
Remember, fellow consumer: you and I make a vote with each purchase. People who are willing to pay several times what a product is worth for nothing but a well-marketed convenience hurt us all. Such foolish spending is a reckless behavior that alters market expectation, perception, and culture, and which ends up changing our available buying options (the supply). Just as democracy is made inefficient by ignorance, so too is the consumer market ruined by wasteful fools.
Chapters~
0:00 intro
2:25 Stitching
9:55 Paracord
14:08 Testing
00:00 Intro
00:34 1,2,3,4
06:11 5,6,7
11:15 8 (Man in the Arena)
13:40 9,10,11
17:43 12,13,14
22:06 15,16
28:02 17,18
33:29 21,22,23,24
40:47 25,26,27,28
47:58 29,30,31
53:30 32,33,34
This video is a full-length reading of Teddy Roosevelt's 1910 speech, "Citizenship in a Republic", read by pocket83. It has been broken into numbered chapter-paragraphs for navigation.
Images courtesy Library of Congress. It's a wonderful resource, so it's worth taking some time to browse. Here's a link:
loc.gov/photos/?q=theodore+roosevelt
(part 1) Chainsaw beam guide from wood:
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(part 2) Counterbalance:
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(part 3 ) Quick Clamp:
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(part 4) Log Prep & Procedure:
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Bark Peeler/Spud video:
►youtube.com/watch?v=hmK23ZDnbHs
Chapters:
0:00 ►Intro
1:07 ►Log 101
2:52 ►Bark
5:50 ►Flat Spot 1
11:10 ►Lever Lift
15:00 ►Flat Spot 2
16:44 ►Setup Details
19:27 ►Milling
21:22 ►The Secret
22:28 ►Get to the End
25:35 ►Issues
26:17 ►FAQ
26:27 ►The End
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There are also two written accounts of the story: one from the first mate, and one by a cabin boy. ¡I know—it almost sounds like 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 or something, right? Except that this happened 30 years before Robert Louis Stevenson was even born. Well, I haven't read either of the first-hand versions yet, but I fully intend to.
Without having done so, I can still say that one thing's for sure: a little splash in our culture sure does build as its wave moves forward through time. What started as one unbelievable event has reverberated through retelling to become all manner of tales of extremity and deprivation. Butterfly effect and so on. From this one occurrence, after a few generations, you could have all sorts of miracles, eh? Talking snakes, world-floods, parting seas, saviors—who knows what we'd cook up. Well, that's why my people have a traditional saying: 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛. The irony is that no matter how extreme the stories end up becoming over iterations, the actual account still ends up being the one that makes you drop the book on your lap, throw your head back looking up, and sigh.
The other adaptations? Well, they just end up being one more bland, tacky, celebrity-strewn superhero movie, macguffin chase, hyper-diverse cast, good vs evil paradigm and all. Doesn't quite have the existential terror of being forced to eat one of your compatriots under exposure, does it? What pressing mass of tiny discomforts will eat a man to eventual death; the only evil becomes life's absence. Out in the real sea, here be dragons. Arrrgh.
*old and/or overweight.
Message from the doldrums~
This is being written from the middle of the winter in my middle-age, near the heart of January.
“The heart of the month” is a phrase of affection that I use to describe the time of the month that lands around the Solstices and Equinoxes, on its third week, which I celebrate in my head as the 21st day.
This small superstition affords me two opportunities: first, it is a chance to experience the season of this month in its most pure expression, taking full note of the ¾ of the month that has already moved over me, and thus reflecting on the passage of the past with some appreciation (strained, in this case). The second is a chance to feel the excitation of anticipation for what is to soon come, in my present case, April. Then, while in her heart, instead of focusing on her own passing, I will look forward to the feverish love of June, and as then passes, I will remind myself of the warmth of April's inviolable return.
The month is named for Janus, the two-faced Roman god of passing-through. Don't scoff. The old deities are often far more grounded in reality than are our more recent creation myths; clearly, from my present vantage, I can now see these two dueling aspects of life—looking forward and back—and the ambivalence of the sentiment pervades much more than would any rosy comfort gained by an accompaniment of the old self-worshiping paradigm. What good is eternity stuck in an absolute? Being a thing that's neither one nor the other, I prefer a brief, blind spark and oblivion to one endless plane of bland certainty.
We are defined by our orbiting duals. One makes the other. There is no this without its relative opposite, that. To imagine endless extremity is to think of being caught in a tepid hell of the uneventful; we need to experience extremes so that we can truly feel the bliss of their cessation. All extremities end at some point, and thus, being creatures of the ever-present, you and I must wear our two faces and continue to look both back and forward. To become too preoccupied with one is to lose sight of our meaning in the present. Within this condition, the best we can hope for is to remain balanced in our focus.
Pass, return. No other state. Then why would we spend any of it in mourning one? Let that pass, instead; let the discomfort of the cold become the definition of warm's pleasantness. Just as Janus and Juno are locked in their own binary orbit, so too are we. It is only a matter of perspective to start to consider the sinusoidal as being not so much forced as it is a necessary reciprocity, an established balance, a compromise made between two things that could not exist without one another. From here in the heart, I am both my past and what I still potentially could be, and such is my only precise definition.
Special Mode Hard Wario isn't for the faint of heart. Frustrating is an understatement. You might remember about four years back, when I'd posted another video about Wario's Woods? At the time, I was still working on around level 100 or so. Let me simply say that I've kept playing since. After reaching level 255, it turned out to be just an endless repeat of that level, so I moved on to vs COM. At the moment, on average, I'll beat Special Mode Hard Wario around 33% of the time.
Strategy.
This is a topic I'd enjoy giving a video of its own. Wario's Woods is deceptively complex. Probably the reason it has managed to hold my interest for so long is that simple fact. Most of the time, the games I play appear to have a 'lucky' quality about them, but I assure you that the good luck you see is a matter of absurdly deliberate preparation. Some of it is from intuiting statistics, but not in the way you might imagine. For example,
Stacks.
It's tempting to believe, should you have lots of blue critters on the screen, that you'd be due (by simple probability) to soon receive a blue bomb, right? Yeah, no. The AI consistently avoids giving you the bomb you need most. In fact, if you have blue stacks of four lined up and ready, you can forget about it entirely. A better strategy is to keep two stacks of two, preferably by positioning one low and one high, so that when you get the appropriate bomb you can assemble all the pieces with relative ease. Of course, any advice I give you here is just a guideline, an ideal, since the high-speed of the game will easily ruin the best laid plans.
Combos.
You'll have to master the art of combo if you want any shot at defeating Wario. The trick to developing this skill is in Round Mode. Round games require you to get better at combos, because there's a timer/gauge there (the one Birdo is pointing to), and if you don't appease it, you'll enter boss mode, which is much harder. To get through some of the +200 levels, you'll be pressured into looking for simple combos of the form:
○ (Blue bomb)
☻ (Red creature)
☺ (Blue creature)
☺ (Blue creature)
Once you can identify this pattern in your sleep, you'll stop being distracted by all of the noisy information around it, and just focus on looking for nearby ● (Red bombs) and ☻ (Red Creatures), so that you can knock out the ☻ from the column, thus connecting the three blue things. But don't count on getting it every time. Why not?
Setup.
Good luck comes from long-term planning. That's what your prefrontal cortex is made for. You know, delayed gratification. Maybe you don't get your gem right now, but you might set it up to get a double combo later, instead. Build up the ○☻☺☺pattern listed above whenever possible. If you don't/can't get to it right away, move on. Don't dwell on anything; the key to this game is to be able to pick up a new strategy instantly and to then drop it just as fast. Attach yourself to no plan. Stubbornness will kill you in this game. Adapt instantly as new information comes in. On every single drop.
Risk.
High payoff moves are great, IF you can pull them off. The problem is that they require investment. A solid general rule is this: build risky configurations only when either the creatures are low on screen or when the drop speed is low. Weigh your own skill level against these factors to determine how much risk is appropriate. When starting a new round against Special-Hard Wario, don't take ANY risks at all until you're halfway down. Instead, try to make as many simple-three moves as you can—as quickly as you can.
Movement.
Digging yourself out desperately is par for the course in this game. It is possible to come back from being completely (and I do mean completely) buried. That said, try not to get there in the first place. Short-stack pickups and drops can be a useful means of locomotion. Not all pickups have to be an attempt to move something; some of them can be used simply to move Toad around through a thick mess. Dig aggressively, especially at first. Go after your target hard. Do not accept that lazy feeling telling you that there's nothing you can do as you drown.
Compounding problems.
All of your setup work is useless if you don't get to make use of it. Stacks, lines, or diagonals confer no advantage after they're permanently buried. Although long-term setups are a sort of kinetic energy in this game, they're also a risk to preserve. Sometimes you'll have to sabotage them in order to dig your way out. Don't be afraid to abandon dreams. I can't emphasize that enough. If a combo chain starts to get buried, activate it. Just as Natalya Simonova said: all the heroes I know are dead.
0:00 How to setup Special Mode
1:20 Round 1
3:41 Round 2
5:29 Round 3
7:11 End
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Great. Now scroll up and follow the instructions to collect your reciprocating loop egg. 🡅
The results of spectrography seem like witchcraft until you really think about it. If you burn something, it'll put off light. Light has a color. Burning methanol gives you a blue flame. Adding Boric acid to it causes the flame to turn green. Combust strontium (salt), and you'll get red [search 'Flame test' for more].
It seems pretty reasonable that a computer could accurately measure these colors of light. I mean, we can imagine a scanner that pixelates an image and then selects all of the pixels within a certain range/frequency and then converts it to a numerical value. This is just a metaphor for how the thing does it—since it very well may be witchcraft for all I know—but it seems far more likely to be some cleverly designed instrumentation than some sort of magick.
Next let's point our scanner/detector out towards space. Let's slow down the exposure time, so that we can capture every last photon. Now we see better: now those distant specs are apparently roaring balls of fusion-released energy, just like our sun. They each have a unique average color that we can measure, suggesting a myriad of chemical compositions, and which is certainly consistent with the number of variable states to be expected in so mathematically diverse a universe. And every once in a while, these little balls of mass and energy will make a blip of reduced light at a predictable interval. Tell me, what does a timed shadow suggest to you?
ꜜProcess, or the ultimate and comprehensive secret of the universe, also known as the answer to 'why change': chemistry is the science of the structural laws that govern our known physical universe; it is the substructure that accounts for its physical interactions. The mathematics (specifically, the geometry) of chemical change is our key to understanding the ways in which this strange place moves. The water molecule, for example, consists of two Hydrogen and an Oxygen; the two H atoms are attached to the O and offset by around 104°. Had their rotational arrangement been tidier, like at 120°, which is one-third of the way around, water would be locked in an unchanging, crystallized lattice that could not permit it to function as the slippery solvent of biological function.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆.
This is the Anthropic principle, at least the way I think of it. It sounds silly at first. So do lots of powerful arguments. Hobbes' 'Leviathan' (1651) springs to mind, as does the Ontological argument (1078) [I first laughed at all three of these under my first exposure to them, and now I think about them with stern :| serious face]. 'Why' is a meaningless question; it is an endless recursion that regresses to pointlessness in any field of causal relationships. So, to bait-and-switch the 'why' to a 'how' in order to answer in binary: atomic motion, colloquially known as heat, enables this ꜛprocess. Stop looking for answers beyond this. You will only find converging and diverging paradoxes. Look, it's getting nice outside. Let's stop and enjoy the Spring, instead. We'll make no further headway here; only more technological diversion at the price of natural resource, and that process' limit converges on an unambiguous result.
Note the ironic use of contradiction here. This was not clever rhetoric, it's just another evasion of responsibility due to an inability to find unwavering consistency. The difference between me and all of those academic ash holes who skillfully shirk their humility for intellectual authority is this: I admit that I don't know. In fact, I don't think we even can. ~79 years of experience, mostly forgotten, is hardly enough points to establish or predict a curve of billions. Our point of reference is only the linear derivative of a function that does not belong to the mind of a finite creature. Have a great day, fellow pond-scum.
To a far-reaching extent, artificial selection has been, and still is, a useful tool. Nevertheless, the modern dog's pedigree-worshiping culture has become an abomination. Breeding, buying, or in any other way furthering, celebrating, or endorsing the promotion of linebreeding for superficial trait is downright unethical.
What is a 'good' approach to dog breeding, then? Well, outside of those cases that apply a professional-level understanding of genetics, simply put, dogs should be selected for their behavior, and not for their appearance. With breeding for 'show,' this is to say that the dogs are being selected for their particular physical traits, like for one example, big ears. There are two problems with making such modifications: 1) a sustained lack of genetic variety leads to an increase in hereditary problems, and (what's more obviously apparent), 2) non-functional biological structures reduce an animal's quality of life. Are floppy ears so impressive that a dog should spend his life with obstructed hearing/eyesight, or in some cases stepping on them?
There are actually cases where dogs have been bred to have skulls that are too small for their brains! The result? Constant pain, frequent seizures, and tons of other neurological problems. Don't be a pretentious moron. Get a well-built mutt. Buying a purebred dog 'for show' will only display your own ignorance and selfishness.
We're not talking about designing bigger ears of corn or brighter-colored tulips here. With respect to the genetic tinkering with a conscious creature, artificial selection can only be 'good' insofar as it is being applied in a manner that's similar to nature's own version. Natural selection cares nothing for appearances; its only concern is with fitness, survival. Any other preference is an unnatural selection.
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Music:
"Lobby Time" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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Probably should've added to the video that you could also go over these rubber wraps with handlebar tape. If you were to do this, you would get an extra layer of softness, there would be almost no chance of it unwrapping, and you wouldn't have to deal with sticky adhesive residue on the bike.
For keys that become harder to press (I forgot to mention), in order to clean the contact pads inside of those silicone buttons, use a cotton swab and some 90% Isopropyl alcohol. You might not be able to see what's causing the buttons to become less responsive, but there's a good chance that the contact points could use a cleaning. Cleaning the contact pad is a two-step process: first, rotate the wet end of the swab against the pad, and then repeat using the dry end. This keyboard should respond to a light touch, so if you're pressing the keys hard, try that first.
0:00 Screw locations
1:44 Splitting the case
2:16 Cleaning importance
2:53 Felt problems
3:44 Key removal
5:16 Button service
7:19 Felt removal
7:57 Felt restore
10:20 Key install
12:24 Closing it up
This video essay is my response to Jacob Bronowski's 1956 book, 𝘚𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴.
The visual is just a nice way to zone out without being too distracted. It's just some N64 footage with a few mild effects thrown in during edit. The italics in the title was done using the Yaytext tool.
Music:
The night is calling by Kraftamt (c) copyright 2020 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/Karstenholymoly/62739 Ft: mwic
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To you keyboard toughguys who are about to laugh and tell me to keep practicing, real success in log splitting comes from being able to make your misses still work for you. Developing solid technique is all about economy. Economy means waste management, or making use of what you've got.
This means that if you're off but still gaining ground, then you are still advancing through your problem. And while those of you monkeys who don't know what the ƒ∩¢ꞣ I'm talking about are still going to laugh like a bunch of jocks who just threw a turd in the pool, it'll be to your own depreciation that you can't make use of what I'm saying, since economy applies to every aspect of our lives; from conserving dish soap to minimizing interest paid, our 'success' in life is nothing more than a satisfactory evaluation of our present state, and in every case, that state is the result of past decisions. Tell me: overall, is your line going up or down right now? Still waiting to win big? Well, it's not about getting big hits—it's about how to also make use of little setbacks.
~ O V E R the F U L L C O U R S E of T I M E ~
Epoxy rope axe guard:
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There's something about the all-too-cliche scientist trope that's also all-too-true; he is acting as little more than a kid with a jar who chases butterflies. Isaac Newton, the preeminent and premiere quintessential scientist himself, once likened his experience to that of being an impulsive boy on the beach, who's chasing a fantasy as he moves from shiny shell to shiny shell, ever in search of that one-more curiosity. This compulsion is something that I understand. As a kid, I was forced (for lack of a slightly milder term for obligate participation) to play little-league baseball. As a naturally disinclined inathletic, my position in Left Field was often not far enough away from the competition so as to not be injurious to the team, and one day I allowed what was by rights a single base-hit to become a homerun as I was busy observing the local pollinators. Imagine the parents' shouts! Unlike me, they had been so certain of the importance of the outcome. That single difference—certainty—is probably why the natural sciences called to me, and not to them. They can have it; I do not want it, since, if history is any fair projection of the future, certainty is far too error-strewn to be trusted. When they matter, lace your predictions with cautious uncertainty. When they don't, feel free to speculate, imagine. Just note the distinction between work and play: let's keep our toys and our tools on separate shelves.
One of certainty's most pernicious forms is also one of its most misleadingly benign-looking. No, I'm not talking about intuition this time, though you're an astute reader of these scribblings if you guessed that. Our intuitions certainly are problematic, especially where they help to establish our moralities, but we'll save that one for another description, because today I mean to instead complain about trust. Trust is instinctual with humans, since it forms the basis of our intellectual advancement. There's much too much information out there for us to absorb it all on the first go-through, so we've learned to trust the procedures that others relate to us. We learn from what others have learned. This trust becomes a problem as it manifests in our expectations of the natural sciences, because in this environment it morphs, as it will readily defer to authority for the sake of respecting the process itself. And here we all are, looking around at each other, glassy-eyed and assuming, hoping really, that the other holds some further understanding. But make no mistake, such an assessment is just one more from our box of biological biases, since there's not one here who has yet gleamed insight into the fantastic.
Is the Copper Dung Beetle of southwest-central Pennsylvania already 'known' to science? Maybe. But epistemologically, nothing really is. To the true scientist, the labels are arbitrary, as are the boundaries between the varieties, these apparent 'species' of life. Whether one 'expert' or another has claimed to have added the gold bug to his compendium is just one more hubristic quibble leaned against an unending expanse.
There's also a species of gecko quietly living in the Laurel Highlands. I've seen it. Deep in the woods—at least a mile from any house—it there suns itself on its south-facing cliff, and it scurries to the underside of the massive sloping rock lid whenever footsteps rustle leaves on approach. Do you suppose to trust that such shadow creatures are really known? Hehe. Let's not overstate our observational astuteness. As the others play their game, look carefully around; you might be surprised by how much they've neglected to see.
(part 1) Chainsaw beam guide from wood
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(part 2) DIY Chainsaw Mini Mill Counterbalance:
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(part 3 ) DIY Chainsaw Mini Mill Quick Clamp:
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(part 4) Log Prep & Procedure for DIY Chainsaw Mini Mill:
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If you want more milling procedure tips, also read the description sections of the previous videos. The next video in this series will explain how to mill a log down as it gets smaller.
Chapters:
0:00 ►Old way
2:08 ►New clamp
8:04 ►Rail overhang
9:42 ►Clamp setup
10:19 ►Milling
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0) Risk.
This is not a professional restoration procedure. The following should be applied only after cost/benefit considerations. Damage may be incurred to books of extreme age and/or rarity through this method. As such, apply these steps only to those books that might otherwise be destroyed.
1) Dry.
Remove all moisture from the book first. Don't try to heal the wound without removing the bullet. Drying a damp book will require splaying the pages out and exposing them to airflow. In bad weather, a dehumidifier's output fan is one source for warm, dry air. Keep temperature moderate and consistent if possible. Just as fresh-cut wood must not be cured too quickly, so too with a wet book; with wet paper, a slow steady moisture reduction will best preserve the original shape of the wood pulp. Sunlight dries quickly, but it is also dramatic: for this reason, it is better to apply sun at step #5.
2) Clean.
Physically remove all visible mildew from the book by using baking soda as an abrasive. Yank the bullet. Throw away the used powder. Next, put the book into a bucket and splay out its pages. Sprinkle an entire box of baking soda over the top, gently knocking the pile down and into the spaces between the pages. Try to have some small amount between each page. Don't cover the bucket. Though airflow will be limited inside of a bucket, it's best if air circulation can still continue above it. Allow book to remain this way for as long as you can tolerate.
3) Sawdust.
Now we treat the smell. Steps 1 & 2 were mostly about stopping the decomposition process, but exposing a musty book to sawdust is about making it once again waft of fresh wood pulp. Be sure that your sawdust is dry. That might sound obvious, but lumber can really contain lots of moisture. If you haven't already stored away a bucket of clean sawdust a few weeks ago, then I suggest you air out a fresh pile in the sunlight now, before you proceed. If you're reading this lab procedure before starting (like you're supposed to), then you have the time to dry out some sawdust as your book is being dried and cleaned. Oh, yeah—step 3. Simply put the book in the bucket again, splay the pages, and cover it all with sawdust. Allow book to remain this way for as long as you can tolerate.
4) Air.
Remove all baking soda and sawdust from the book. To get the insides, position the book so that its spine faces up, and then gently agitate the pages with air. The pages face down, so direct the air down too, just like a comb is while you're combing your hair. Compressed air will work quickly, but it will also be aggressive on the pages. For this reason, limit how often you use compressed air over this entire process; try to remember that small amounts of damage are cumulative. For a more cautious approach, apply a gentle fan to the top edge of the book, and just allow any remaining powder to fall out over the course of time. One last time, allow book to remain this way for as long as you can tolerate.
5) Sun.
Expose the book to sunlight. Again, splayed pages will maximize the surface area of exposure. Remember, sunlight is a source of heat, so apply it with caution. Too much exposure to the sun will end up causing its own damage, so use moderation. Think of this step as being like baking brownies: you can't bake them any faster by turning up the oven without sooner scorching them.
6) Scent.
Covering up an odor is not an elimination of the odor. But it's still nice, and it does chase off any pesky remnant. Baby powder is mild and pleasant, and the corn starch variety has the added benefit of further smell-removal.
7) Rinse and repeat.
Don't actually rinse the book. That was a metaphor. Sure, I know by the nature of the fact that you're reading this that you're probably literate enough to've realized it, but I have to say it anyway. Just repeat the above steps (especially the sawdust and air treatments) until you're satisfied with the result. At some point, there will be a diminished return, sure. But with enough sawdust and patience, even the most stubborn, smelliest book is going to eventually smell like fresh-cut wood again.
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A funny thought had occurred to me while filming this video. Since this one was already ankle-deep in satire, the compulsion to wade in further began to build pressure. Only the cosmos knows why I want to subject myself to it, especially since I already know so well how bad it sucks to be misinterpreted. Anyway, here's the thought: take a look at the statistics, and you'll see that—over the last decade—Horseshoes have killed, maimed, and destroyed far more than Lawn Darts have. And here you, sensible viewer, roll your eyes and chuckle, because you understand that Lawn Darts, having become the pariah of risky backyard toys, no longer have a comparable market share. It's no longer funny when I explain it, but that's why I'm now giving you THIS explanation, because neither is IT funny; the pressure to include everyone in the joke is real, and it sucks. Satire leaves the thick behind, but we can't have that.
Note that in my most recent video, the one that you didn't watch in its entirety, a rather well-crafted but subtle argument was presented to a distribution of video game players. The argument was difficult to conceptualize at its theoretical far end, enough so that I'm somewhat uncertain about its validity. But one thing about which I am certain is that if the argument was off base, it isn't because of some simple, three-word dismissal like 'your just nostalgic.' Chances are that I'm wrong, alright. But not because of some simple, glaring omission; I'm wrong because the actual case is too complex for me to account for, too deep for me to entirely see, and just too downright complicated for me to ever be able to understand. Remember, by all realistic measures, the causal chain that you and I operate on is de facto endless, and as such, the only consistent worldview is one that requires infinite elaboration. Anyone who believes otherwise was probably beaned on the head by a horseshoe as a kid.
Just remember, as you ingest your daily sensational-but-empty media content, that it's the fairness crabs who are pulling the risqué back down into the bucket. Don't call this tendency by an 'ism,' because such would be a gross miscategorization and an over-simplifying generalization. What's really going on here is the emergence of a natural order that preferences an inclusive distribution, not for any idealistic reason, but simply for the sake of economy, and thus, for self-preservation. Content (and that means jokes & satire) is made for the masses, and that mass is mostly made of the dullard of double-digit IQ, with an extra point thrown in for good measure. Media aim for the center of the bullseye. Aim at a different target at your own risk. Ay me, to be misunderstood! Lol. I'm not really so selfish as the previous sentiments express, nor as arrogant as the following Schopenhauer quotation suggests:
“talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one else can see.”
No, my own self-regard is somewhat more dismal and depreciative. I'm just here to entertain you by lobbing some clever media through the air. Yes, at times, an innocent gets hurt in the process. And that's the price you pay to preserve the option: risk. If you don't like it, vote me down and back into the bucket. But don't ask me to put away my sharp objects because you don't understand how to use them.
Note: I don't think that games are done improving. What I do think is that games just went through an unplanned, unscripted bohemian childhood, and it was great, and it's not going to happen again. At least not during this branch of humanity's run. My point is that the time period was a convergence of unlikely variables that just can't be repeated.
Admittedly, some of it feels tautological, since I'm pretty much claiming that the past can never be the future. Try to get beyond that, see the big picture: games just went through a rapid developmental expanse that was destined to be larger in scale than any that's likely to follow—that is, unless the medium sprouts wings and blossoms into something totally different, something unrecognizable. It could happen. But nevertheless, for those of us who were lucky enough to ride that rocket through the last 35~40 years and remember some of it, the nostalgia is still more than warranted.
Like I said in the video, don't focus on defending this-or-that time period in response. Instead, just try to see how your experience in time will have its own unique magic, and how outsiders just won't be able to see it in its native light, even if they value it enough to try.
Further rabbit-hole:
Let's consider what it means to be on an exponential tech curve. At face value, this means that one innovation may be used to invent the next—and so it goes—causing a rapidly expanding technological increase.
This idea is the positive-sum idealist's wet dream; many an economic theorist rests a belief in growth comfortably on the assumption of as-of-yet unknown discovery. At present, the wealthiest man in the word holds the opinion that human labor is the basis of all value, and thus, that our 8 billion inhabitants constitute a shortage. As the lakes dry. In any long-term model, both in terms of ecology and economy, the idea is, of course, erroneous. Who am I to argue with such a person of note? Nobody. But you can assemble the pieces for yourself. You already know that the extraction and subsequent consumption of resource from any finite substrate, like, for example, the Earth, necessarily causes a zero-sum game of competition & scarcity, even when there aren't distribution problems (and there are). Infinite expansion is the silly Randian ideal of unlimited liberty; if you're actually awake, you'll find no sound basis for this dream. Face it, if you keep getting fatter, you're going to need a bigger computer chair.
Let's not be too dismissive, though. An exponential tech curve is a wondrous thing. It quickly pulled us up & out of the mud, and then gave us the sensibility to look for a dry place. It even helped us to learn to clean up the dirt (eventually). Many generations later, now each of us lives in their own cave of wonders. At first, it was a explosion, when all the big, conceptual ideas quickly got inscribed into our expectations: fire, spears, agriculture, sanitation, internal combustion, antibiotics.
But then, in a way, it slowed down. The technical growth didn't really slow, but the return on the growth did: steam, electricity, internet, smartphones, social media, cryptocurrency. The last few were useless enough to've measurably diminished quality of life in every conceivable way other than enabling consumption. So much for bigger equals better, eh? Technical complexity need not be an advancement, at least not from a qualitative point of view. Perhaps ironically, just as the infinite implies the infinitesimal, the exponential often carries with it the logarithmic.
Most of the time, in most domains of inquiry, the most useful info can be learned by most people mostly without much trouble. It's the details that require effort; it's the painstaking process of developing out there in the fringe that takes obsession. And some of us do take that trip, out there to the furtherance, to bring back our grain of sand to add to the castle. Tell me honestly though, how often has it been worth the journey? How many times along the way do remember being comfortable enough to be content? Why are you being compelled to go? Have you ever been satisfied right here, now, feet buried in the warmth, just sitting on the dune? The struggle toward 'improvement' is a golden carrot. And you, ass, are being whipped for no other reason than to spin the economic gristmill that keeps promising a new result.
Music: blackSnow by airtone (c) copyright 2021 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/airtone/63513
Additional image/video from Westworld S2E01, used under fair use as social commentary/satire.
Jeering monkeys image from Mike Reed's (now partially defunct) 'Flame Warriors' series.
flamewarriorsguide.com/warriorshtm/howlers.htm
Collection is still being preserved at: politicsforum.org/flame-warriors
Thumbnail art concept originates from 'System Shock 2.'
Subliminal graphic of South Park's 'Warcraft guy' has been disincluded for the sake of NOT promulgating a culture of mean-sprited meme worship. Still funny tho. umad?
Not only is the emergence of an 'artificial' consciousness now likely inevitable, but it is also equally likely to become our superior, and thus, ultimately, our replacement. Any belief otherwise is a meat-borne superstition. Be careful about what you allow bias to intuitively dismiss.
►youtube.com/watch?v=01FvMcsjiMY
Hacksaw Blade Handle:
►youtube.com/watch?v=6vqpIZMjpEE
A note about those loose PVC end-caps~
The end fittings were not cemented in place. Not all of these will have the same design. Those shown in this video had a ¾" mating surface where they would normally weld to a pipe. Since they were only being friction-fit in my case, these fittings were later replaced with a similar (but slightly longer) type that had a 1¼” mating surface. The longer fittings make more surface contact, and are thus harder to pop off.
A note about pop-off~
The weakest link breaks first. If excess pressure has to be released from a system somewhere, it's best to decide for yourself where that relief will be. In the official rules of septic systems, nowhere will you find it stated that you should permit a loose fitting somewhere. In fact, most inspectors would regard such an omission as a crime against the sanctity of their profession, if not a criminal safety infraction. Well, I'd let their say have its sway, as long as they were willing to pay for my replacement parts. As it stands, I'd just prefer to be alerted by having the cork shoot off in the yard whenever my drain field becomes due for a treatment. Check your leach-mound first: if you find it covered by blithely unaware playing children, then be sure to cement all of your fittings.
Silicone attachment~
Remember again that the weakest link breaks first. If the silicone bond between the PVC & the concrete does not give, but the friction bond does, the pressure will then be relieved by water gently spurting out from underneath. This case is both desirable and not; the good is that the end-cap isn't shot out and into the cosmos, but the bad is that there will now be a lifted up concrete part and a sewery washout. As such, those of us without access to municipal wastewater treatment are in a bit of a no-win situation. Just as the impartial doctor provides the overweight with their available options to choose from between unpleasant alternatives, it is my misfortune to tell you, fellow ruralite (bumpkin), that something about your leach field will eventually have to give somewhere, and you're going to choose where that will be likely to happen. Oh, and to you pacifists out there, negligent inaction becomes its own choice. There was even a 'Rush' song about something like that.
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Music:
panspermia by airtone (c) copyright 2018 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Noncommercial (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/airtone/57606
You can't just skip to the part you'll need in order to fix it quickly. Not all problems have simple how-to vids that can be streamlined down to two minutes. This video is conceptual; it has been made to cover the topic enough to get you to think. If you do have a leach field problem, then it's in your best interest to watch the entire video and read all of the notes before acting.
Thus, there are no chapter markings. But here are the timestamps for the Notes~
One & Two: At start.
Three: 5 min 3 sec.
Four: 18 min 50 sec.
Five: 21min 5 sec.
Note on the sewer-jetter~
Be sure to get the ¼" hose if you want it to pass through a 90° elbow.
It's my opinion that this device would work better for this application if the nozzle were to only spray in one direction. Pressurized streams lose much of their affect whenever they're exposed to turbulence. Getting the spray away faster would probably help it to work better, not to mention that the water would also drain away better if it were being constantly forced it in the direction of the tank. Next time I do this, I'll make my own forward-facing, three-orifice jet nozzle. Then I'll shove the hose in as deep as possible before I start spraying as I pull out. Please suppress your predilection for puerility. I managed to keep out the toilet humor out of this project. Extend to me the same courtesy.
One more thing:
Using a breakdown product to avoid having to pump your septic tank means that you are just displacing the biomass. Doing so is neither a treatment nor a solution; it just means you're dumping your unfiltered sewage into the natural water supply like a hillbilly. Pump your tank, cheapskate. Do it every other year.
Please ask any questions and offer any criticisms. Fair warning, though: attempts to defend folk remedies will be harshly dealt with. I have neither sympathy nor tolerance for the ignorant, superstitious, and/or pseudo-scientific.
Flush-Mount drain field cleanouts:
►youtube.com/watch?v=p4g-B0gSGY4
Where have I been?
At present, on a scale of 1 to 10, my commitment to this platform is at around √2. Let's be honest: it's a cesspool here. Contributors are mostly patronizing closet narcissists who just try to feign modesty for popularity. As such, the content tends towards vacuous populist garbage. "Mostly," I said; there are a few exceptions: there are also some contributors who are merely shamelessly self-aggrandizing. But I'm not trying to play the 'holier-than-thou' card. It's not as though I'm a perfect human being who's avoiding the platform only for some conscientious objection; I'm not so steadfast an adherent to my own morality. There's also the financial disincentive, too!
It doesn't pay.
What happened?
Consider that the 'Tube was a bit of an e-gold rush over the last decade. Those of you who are too young to remember—that is, those of you who haven't yet seen the looping pattern of selfishness, (our cultural tendency to seek the easy road to quick riches)—might note the newest re-occurrence of this paradigm in the recent Bitcoin Ponzi frenzy. As though value could be mined infinitely! We were all going to be rich! Hehe. I've gone aside of my point. The point was that, for a time, everybody wanted to be a 'Tuber, and we all thought that we were interesting enough to do it. But since most of us are really just downright boring at our core, the content ended up becoming supersaturated with empty promises, because it's much easier to offer people a certain future than a certain present, since you can continuously revise your projections with the former. Thus, note the parallels to cryptocurrency. And to those of you who're reading this in the future from today's warm day in June of 2022, Bitcoin has just halved its worth, and the poor, would-be-wealthy suckers who'll now have to sell their new jet-ski-dos should've seen the sine wave coming at them. Long story short, I'm not clutching a dead investment. My time has been better spent elsewhere than YouTube—like in my raspberry patch.
Sorry. Wish it could've been different.
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From 'A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers':
"We should consider that the flow of thought is more like a tidal wave than a prone river, and is the result of a celestial influence, not of any declivity in its channel."
He was not wrong, from the subjective point-of-view. It's pretty insightful to realize that thought comes to you, without your having had any real 'control' over it in the strict authorial sense. Reading that last sentence has just caused a thought or two to occur to you; it's not as though you've just decided how you were going to mentally respond to the sentence in any deliberate way. Similarly, I'm writing this very sentence now in flow with the previously expressed idea: I did not mentally generate anything, so much as I rode the wave of a present state to my next space of mind. Follow this reasoning back, and you will see that this ocean of causality has been forcing upon us this tumult for a very long time. We are awash, and left entirely to the long passed discretion of our predecessors. Let us perceive this “influence” for what it is, the imperceptibly large number of physical collisions which defines us, and we are then well-justified to consider its affect as being as vast as the stars.
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Music:
timebeing by airtone (c) copyright 2021 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Noncommercial (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/airtone/63895
Let me know how you'd do it 'better.'
@pocket83
Also consider an additional slot for rakers. However, there's a caveat: such additions are totally chain-specific, so the jig ends up lacking universality. This confound makes it tough to design it with the chainsaw consumer market in mind. Tell you what, STIHL, I'll let you have the idea at a fair price. Or, you could just steal it from me to manufacture it yourself, and watch me become a social-media martyr for corporate injustice. Or, maybe it's just a dumb idea.


