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CAISSIE LEVY performs I MISS THE MOUNTAINS
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Profile: Cardea
Name: Cardea Pallie
Color: Yellow
Age: Third adult molt
Height: 5'6"
First appearance: Chapter 18
Current location/occupation: Sanctuary; tech/communications specialist
Prior location/occupation: ???; slave
Psionics: None
Relationships (if known): Kaisen Gilmar (matesprit); Ilmari Jeffie (kismesis); Waylen Graeme and Clevie Albion (auspistices - top leaf)
Other information:
Cardea arrived at Sanctuary as a runaway a few perigrees before Eridan and Sollux.
She's been into technology since she was a wriggler.
Since her matesprit is an officially registered inhabitant of Sanctuary's mine and she is not, they agreed that he would be legally 'mated' to Levern, whose matesprit Ariona is also off the grid; drone season is likely to be pretty interesting when it comes around.
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Tips for Motor Grader Basic Preventive Maintenance
What are the tips for motor grader basic preventive maintenance? Graders are employed on construction sites for heavy-duty labor, and their movable blades (moldboards) are the most vital component—also the most harmed by the machine’s operation. As a result, they require a little extra care and attention.
Motor graders benefit from routine maintenance to keep them running at their best in terms of power, efficiency, and safety. It also helps to reduce machine downtime, high repair and part replacement costs, and an excessively short lifespan—which, of course, means high heavy equipment replacement prices.
Examine this guide on motor grader preventative maintenance to ensure that operators and supervisors are aware with the procedures and can carry them out.
Taking Care of Motor Graders’ Preventive Maintenance
Check the operator’s manual for precise cleaning and maintenance instructions and make sure you follow them.
Also, follow the maintenance service appointment instructions in the manual.
Inspect the cutting edges of the blades for wear that compromises performance on a frequent basis—even daily or every 25 operating hours depending on the type of surface; also inspect the condition and tightness of the bolts attaching the blade to the moldboard.
To avoid having to replace the entire moldboard, replace blades and bolts as needed; most cutting edges require at least 12 inch of usable space.
At least once a month, inspect the blade slide that permits the moldboard to swivel and the guides that control the blade slide’s movements for wear and tear.
Replace the guides as needed, and do so all four at once.
If the blade slide appears to be moving too freely, replace the clevis pins that hold it in place.
Check the teeth (rippers) of a motor grader’s scarifier for wear on a regular basis; replace teeth as needed, or you’ll have to replace the scarifier’s shank, which is more expensive.
Follow optimal procedures for fluid control.
To maintain fuel efficiency, check and clean the air filters as directed in the operator’s manual, and keep an eye out for the restricted alert; motor graders are subjected to the most filth of any heavy equipment, and their structure makes them particularly vulnerable to clogged air filters.
To preserve traction and the machine’s performance and productivity, keep an eye on the tire pressure and tread depth, making sure the tread is never less than 12 inches deep.
Complete a comprehensive pre- and post-operation inspection at all times.
Clean and lubricate the circle ring according to the operator’s manual’s directions.
Check all hoses and connections for wear, cracks, tears, and leaks on a regular basis and repair as needed.
Idle the engine for 5 minutes after operation before shutting it off to reduce hydraulic pressure that could damage seals or hoses.
Every day, clean off any dirt or foreign matter that has accumulated.
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HSG Engineering Hydraulic Cylinders
Brief Introduction:
HSG type engineering hydraulic cylinder is a double-acting single-rod piston type hydraulic cylinder. It has the characteristics of simple structure, reliable operation, convenient assembly and disassembly, easy maintenance, buffering device and various connection methods. Mainly used in construction machinery, transportation, ships, lifting machinery, mining, machinery.
Product Advantage:
The HSG series engineering hydraulic cylinder is a double-acting single-piston rod hydraulic cylinder; the mounting method is mostly ear-ring type. There are three types of external connection: internal key connection and flange connection according to the connection method of the cylinder head and the cylinder. Engineering hydraulic cylinders are mainly used in hydraulic systems such as construction machinery, heavy machinery, lifting machinery and mining machinery.
HSG Engineering Hydraulic Cylinders
Product Description
Front and Rear Earrings Installation Features:
The tail single earring is suitable for the single earring installation condition required for the path condition or structural design of the piston rod to be along the path of the same motion plane when the piston rod is moving along the same motion plane; It is possible to install the tail and rod end spherical bearings at this time, but pay attention to the pressure load that the spherical bearing is allowed to bear.
HSG double-acting single-rod piston type hydraulic cylinder is mainly composed of a cylinder tube, a piston, a piston rod, a cylinder head, a cylinder bottom, a piston rod head and related auxiliary devices. The piston divides the cylinder into two left and right chambers. By means of the action of the pressure oil, the cylinder reciprocates. In order to improve its working effect, a sealing ring is arranged on the piston to eliminate internal leakage. Where the piston rod passes through the cylinder head, due to the existence of the gap, the external leakage phenomenon is easy to occur, and the dust can enter the cylinder through the gap, so the sealing device and the dustproof factor are set. At the same time, in order to eliminate the influence of the eccentric load on the piston operation All hydraulic cylinders must be placed at the protruding end of the piston rod, and a guiding sleeve of a considerable length is provided. In addition, when the piston moves at a faster speed, the mechanical collision between the piston and the cylinder bottom and the cylinder head is serious, so the hydraulic cylinder at both ends, a buffer reduction gear should be provided.
Model Coding:
Engineering_Hydraulic_Cylinders_Model_Coding.jpg
① Unit code
②Connecting type L: Screw K: Clasp F: Flange
③ Bore/Rod (mm)
④ Pressure E: 16MPa F: 20MPa G: 25MPa
⑤ Mounting
⑥ Connecting in rod
⑦ Oil port 1: Screw 2: Flange
⑧ Stroke (mm)
⑨ Mounting distance
Technical Specification:
Specifications: Mark* is for speed ratio 1.64 only.
Bore D
Φ
d
d1
R
b
L6
M2
L10
L5
L7
L2
2-M1
H1
Φ1
pressure
speed ratio
16
20
25
1.33
1.46
2(1.64)
32
42
48
16
18
*20
16/GE6ES
20
18
20
M14X1.5
40
40
50
245
M14X1.5
15
50
40
50
56
20
22
25
20/GE20ES
25
30
M16X1.6
50
30
65
255
65
50
65
68
25
28
32
30/GE30ES
35
40
M22X1.7
60
40
280
M18X1.5
75
63
78
80
83
32
35
45
M27X1.8
65
295
79
80
95
102
40
45
55
40/GE40ES
45
50
M33X1.9
80
50
70
347
M22X1.5
18
110
90
108
114
45
50
63
M36X2
90
66
357
100
118
127
50
55
70
50/GE50ES
60
65
M42X2
110
60
72
402
M27X2
20
110
130
133
140
55
63
80
M48X2
115
77
422
125
145
152
63
70
90
M52X2
140
78
452
140
164
168
70
80
100
60/GE60ES
70
75
M60X2
155
70
85
498
150
180
75
85
105
M64X2
160
75
92
513
M33X2
22
160
194
80
90
110
M68X2
170
80
100
533
180
219
90
100
125
70/GE70ES
80
85
M76X2
190
89
107
588
M42X2
24
200
245
100
110
140
80/GE80ES
95
90
95
M85X2
210
100
110
628
220
273
110
125
160
90/GE90ES
105
100
105
M95X2
220
110
120
658
25
250
299
125
140
180
100/GE100ES
120
110
120
M105X2
255
122
135
688
Bore D
rod
pressure 16Mpa
speed ratio
Pushing force(KN)
pull force(KN)
1.33
1.46
2(1.64)
speed ratio=1.33
speed ratio=1.46
speed ratio=2(1.64)
32
16
18
*20
12.9
9
8.8
*7.8
40
20
22
25
20.1
15.1
14
12.3
50
25
28
32
31.4
23.6
21.6
18.5
63
32
35
45
49.9
34.5
34.5
24.4
80
40
45
55
80.4
55
55
42.4
90
45
50
63
101.8
70.4
70.4
51.9
100
50
55
70
125.7
87.7
87.7
64.1
110
55
63
80
152.1
102.2
102.2
71.6
125
63
70
90
196.4
134.8
134.8
94.6
140
70
80
100
246.3
165.9
165.9
120.6
150
75
85
105
282.7
191.9
191.9
144.2
160
80
90
110
321.7
219.9
219.9
169.7
180
90
100
124
407.2
281.5
281.5
210.8
200
100
110
140
502.7
350.6
350.6
256.4
220
110
125
160
608.2
411.9
411.9
286.5
250
125
140
180
785.4
539.1
539.1
378.3
Mounting
Code
Mounting
Notice
1
single articulated clevis( with bush)
2
single articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
3
middle trunnion
Bore ≥80
4
front flange
Bore ≥80
5
middle flange
Bore ≥80
Piston rod connecting
Code
Mounting
Notice
1
outside screw
2
outside screw and articulated clevis( with bush)
3
outside screw and articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
4
one piece single articulated clevis( with bush)
5
one piece single articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
Specifications:
Mark* is for speed ratio 1.64 only.
Bore D
Φ
d
d1
R
b
L6
M2
L10
L5
L7
L2
2-M1
H1
Φ1
pressure
speed ratio
16
20
25
1.33
1.46
2(1.64)
32
42
48
16
18
*20
16/GE6ES
20
18
20
M14X1.5
40
40
50
245
M14X1.5
15
50
40
50
56
20
22
25
20/GE20ES
25
30
M16X1.6
50
30
65
255
65
50
65
68
25
28
32
30/GE30ES
35
40
M22X1.7
60
40
280
M18X1.5
75
63
78
80
83
32
35
45
M27X1.8
65
295
79
80
95
102
40
45
55
40/GE40ES
45
50
M33X1.9
80
50
70
347
M22X1.5
18
110
90
108
114
45
50
63
M36X2
90
66
357
100
118
127
50
55
70
50/GE50ES
60
65
M42X2
110
60
72
402
M27X2
20
110
130
133
140
55
63
80
M48X2
115
77
422
125
145
152
63
70
90
M52X2
140
78
452
140
164
168
70
80
100
60/GE60ES
70
75
M60X2
155
70
85
498
150
180
75
85
105
M64X2
160
75
92
513
M33X2
22
160
194
80
90
110
M68X2
170
80
100
533
180
219
90
100
125
70/GE70ES
80
85
M76X2
190
89
107
588
M42X2
24
200
245
100
110
140
80/GE80ES
95
90
95
M85X2
210
100
110
628
220
273
110
125
160
90/GE90ES
105
100
105
M95X2
220
110
120
658
25
250
299
125
140
180
100/GE100ES
120
110
120
M105X2
255
122
135
688
Bore D
rod
pressure 16Mpa
speed ratio
Pushing force(KN)
pull force(KN)
1.33
1.46
2(1.64)
speed ratio=1.33
speed ratio=1.46
speed ratio=2(1.64)
32
16
18
*20
12.9
9
8.8
*7.8
40
20
22
25
20.1
15.1
14
12.3
50
25
28
32
31.4
23.6
21.6
18.5
63
32
35
45
49.9
34.5
34.5
24.4
80
40
45
55
80.4
55
55
42.4
90
45
50
63
101.8
70.4
70.4
51.9
100
50
55
70
125.7
87.7
87.7
64.1
110
55
63
80
152.1
102.2
102.2
71.6
125
63
70
90
196.4
134.8
134.8
94.6
140
70
80
100
246.3
165.9
165.9
120.6
150
75
85
105
282.7
191.9
191.9
144.2
160
80
90
110
321.7
219.9
219.9
169.7
180
90
100
124
407.2
281.5
281.5
210.8
200
100
110
140
502.7
350.6
350.6
256.4
220
110
125
160
608.2
411.9
411.9
286.5
250
125
140
180
785.4
539.1
539.1
378.3
Mounting
Code
Mounting
Notice
1
single articulated clevis( with bush)
2
single articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
3
middle trunnion
Bore ≥80
4
front flange
Bore ≥80
5
middle flange
Bore ≥80
Piston rod connecting
Code
Mounting
Notice
1
outside screw
2
outside screw and articulated clevis( with bush)
3
outside screw and articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
4
one piece single articulated clevis( with bush)
5
one piece single articulated clevis( with oscillating bearing）
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M is for Mirror
by porschephiliac
I bought the mirror from my step-father, who had inherited it from his step-father. He claimed he didn’t like it, but after the experiences I’ve had with it, I believe now he did what he could to get rid of it. It was ornamental, seemingly Asian design, and gorgeously stained a deep red mahogany. It had spirals ascending on either side beginning from the bottom, intertwining similar to a caduceus. At the apex of each spiral was some sort of shellfish, either an ornate clam or smooth mollusk. On the rear, it has a small etched logo, simply displaying “MI". Otherwise, there are no marks, chips, or cracks in the wood or glass. It appears to be very old, but looked like it was made only recently, carefully, with an expert hand. It barely fit into my wife’s Town Car, but we managed to load it and keep it mar free in the massive trunk.
When I mounted it on the wall in our living room, I cascaded it across another, more modern, mirror, creating an infinity effect. Unfortunately I failed to attach the hanger to a stud in the wall, using only a nail, and after only a few minutes, it ripped out of the wall and crashed on the ground. My wife and daughter heard it fall, and claim it made the tell-tale tingling of glass fracturing after a thudded impact. When I came in the room and found it lying face down, I turned it over, preparing for the worse. I feared the $6,000 I “invested” in it would be trash, but as I lifted it, I found it was perfectly intact. At the time, it was a rather large investment for a young English teacher like myself, having followed in my father’s footsteps.
My wife, thirty-seven, and my daughter, now eleven, have always been credible, other than flirtatious white lies from the wife, and giggle-fibs from my little girl. I didn’t doubt their claims about the noise it made, yet showing them the evidence, they both appeared dumbfounded at it, and glanced awkwardly at each other.
I purchased the correct anchors and brackets to really secure the mirror and installed it the next morning. I added an even more secure joint, not wanting it to ever fail. When I hung it on the wall and peered into it, I found the reflection of the first infinite wave from the opposite mirror, but it had changed. What before was an infinity effect, was now the old mirror in the reflection of my modern mirror, showing a glorious mosaic of fractured cracks. I spun my head and inspected the mirror I just hung, and it was again and still blemish free.
I called out to my wife and as she arrived I told her to look at the mirror. She looked, looked at the modern one, and quickly glanced back, just as I did, confirming my experience. She stared at me slack-jawed, and my daughter entered the room. She asked what we were looking at, and when we tried to show her, she couldn’t see the reflected cracks. Scratching our heads, we simply dismissed it and headed out to the ice cream shoppe.
I would find out later that the red flag of refracted cracks should have prompted me to remove it. No one but my wife and I saw the cracked mirror. We would entertain occasional guests and friends, family would visit, and no one noticed anything odd. No one announced any odd feelings felt from it, even in my immediate group, and often we received compliments on its beauty and condition. Weeks turned into months, and once a year and seven months passed, a day before two weeks in, I first noticed a slightly askew view in the perception of the modern mirror.
I happened to walk past the old mirror and casually glanced into it. I saw myself in the reflection, but my head was turned a different direction, only slightly. I stopped my trot, spun around and stood directly in front of the old mirror, and stared at my own face, cautiously, momentarily. I watched as my face, no, my head turned slowly to the left, not breaking contact with my own eyes. My daughter walked in the room from the left just a second after my head in the mirror turned, and I realized that I too turned my head just as the mirror did.
Neither my refracted doppelganger or myself broke eye contact. I thought to myself about those comedic moments in cartoons and some movies where a person meets his twin, convinced it’s a mirror, and starts doing silly things to test it. Sometimes it’s a mirror, sometimes it’s a twin. Just as I considered the Marx Brothers famous Duck Soup mirror scene in which Harpo pretends to be Grouchos’ reflection, the twin raised his hand and waved at me. I gasped and, in all honesty, let out a shart.
I startled back a step and stared intently at the waving hand. It seemed like me, it moved like mine, even sharing the same scar as mine from when I had cut it with a carving knife one unfortunate Thanksgiving ago. I realized that as I was looking at its wave, I was waving too, my hand feeling alien instead of normal. It seemed to be that whatever it did in the mirror, only seconds later I would copy it, but it felt like an echoed delay. I was instantly uncomfortable and I quickly left the room and found my wife.
We conversed about it and she agreed that she had noticed peculiarities from it, such as noticing a piece of furniture moved in the mirror, but not in the room. She’d return later to see the room rearranged to mimic the mirror, but originally assumed our daughter had done it. Later she noticed in the reflection a book on a table, but again not in the room. She found that same book on her nightstand that evening. The book was the first Harry Potter book, one of her favorites. She found that the chapter which featured Harry sitting with the Magic Mirror and his dead parents was earmarked. An obvious omen, but overlooked as coincidence. Her repeated mantra was “it feels like a bad dweam” every time she commented on this odd situation.
We decided then and there that it was time to take it down. I’d sell it, probably for a fraction of my investment, or cover and store it. We headed downstairs and found our daughter talking to the mirror, to herself. Our interruption disturbed her, and we asked who she was talking to. She simply said “myself, duh” and hopped away. My wife and heaved the thing up off the clevis joint I made and set it down.
As I turned to grab a hold of it from behind, I looked straight on into the modern mirror, and saw an oddness. The reflection showed the mirror still in place, still cracked, still hanging on the wall. At the base of it was my daughter – lying still in a pool of her own blood. I remained fixated on the scene, unable to turn away. I was standing in the spot that the mirror showed my dead or dying daughter. For a brief moment, the scene changed to my wife and I having kinky relations in the blood puddle, including an awkward mustache ride. The love-making session evolved until the two us, covered in blood, merged into one, hideously large, woman. She grabbed at her thigh, ripping flesh off, and daintily placed it into her mouth.
As she consumed herself, she morphed back to my daughter. I looked closer, getting tunnel vision, and I strained to see the faintest of movement from her body. That’s when I noticed an angled reflection in the blood – a face, my face. My face stared back at me from the puddle. Once I made eye contact with it, it started to rise up out of the puddle, taking a crimson form as the volume and mass increased. The body of my daughter seemed to wisp away, as if a vacuum was sucking her inside itself. As my copied, bloodied form emerged, she steadily grew smaller.
My wife grabbed my arm and shook me, pulling me out of the hypnotic trance I was in. I stole a look at her, then right back to the mirror on the other wall – all was as it should have been. I saw myself, bracing the mirror against my bosom, my wife adjacent staring deeply at me, and my daughter standing to the other side of me. I looked away from my wife and glanced at my girl, but she wasn’t there. Back in the mirror, she wasn’t either, seemingly disappearing from both realities. I wasn’t quite sure what I had seen, and I buried the ideation away into lost cabinet rearward of my mind.
Later that evening, I wrapped the mirror up in some old blankets, tied the bundle, and moved the package to the shed. My wife had already had some photos of the thing saved from earlier, and she listed it in all the sales and markets she could.
Later that evening, we watched a newer romance on VHS, cuddling on the couch. During the scene in which Tom Hanks reaches the top of the Empire State Building and runs into Meg Ryan, curing his sleeplessness, the screen faded darkly for just a second, and in that second, a bloodied me was standing over my shoulder, pointing at me directly through the screen. I convulsed slightly, startling my wife. She accused me of falling asleep during her favorite part, but I know what I saw.
As we cleaned up the popcorn and our empty chipped mugs, the news blaring about some interesting incident with a woman and a bus, I found myself walking past the spot where the mirror was hung, I took care not to look at its empty space where the clevis joint and other hardware still hung. Instead, I tilted my head to my left as I passed, and in my peripheral vision, I saw myself walk past the modern mirror. As soon as I crossed my own path, my reflection abruptly changed course and charged me. I darted my head to fully grasp the vision, and I comprehended that the running me was coming from the reflection of the old mirror still hanging. As I turned to look at the blank wall, I was struck hard from behind, plowed down like a tackle sacking a lazy quarterback.
The shock of the hit knocked the wind out me, and the two of us toppled to the ground. I rolled onto my back and started to wrestle my attacker. As I reached with searching fingers for a hold, I realized I was fighting my bloodied self. He straddled me, smacking my hands away, and at once grabbed my throat with both hands and squeezed. We locked eyes, and I felt a withering sensation overcome my entirety.
I choked the life out him. It was so easy, he was so scared. He had no idea what was happening, only that I was there, killing him, and he was defenseless. He tried to grab at me, pull my hands away, but he kept slipping off, unable to grasp the slick blood that coated my body. He tried hard, and after three minutes of desperation, he finally went limp. Not dead, but deeply unconscious. I picked him up over my shoulder and carried him into the mirror. I washed the blood off, put on some of his clothes, and stepped out of the mirror into the completely ignorant bliss of his wife and daughter. Later he awoke, as I had once done, and he slammed against the mirror, glaring at me, screaming at me. I simply mouthed to him “Don’t wait for me".
Occasionally, I will see him at the mirror and try to break the mimic he’s forced to repeat. I will bring his wife to the mirror, the modern one as he called it, and show her off to him. Of course, she can’t see that it’s him. She can’t see the ancient mirror still hanging on the other wall. Sometimes, when that girl of his is out of the house, I will make love to his wife in front of him. I do it where he can see it, but doesn’t have to mimic it, since it’s just out measured perception. I can hear his desperate banging on the mirror as he gets furious at me, but she can’t hear it.
He always stays in the room. If only he would stop obsessing over me and what I am doing to his family, he could explore the world out there, on his side of that mirror. His new can’t wife see his craziness as he yells at the mirror, and she can’t talk to him, talk him away. His face has grown shaggy with unkempt hair, his body thinning from starvation. He can’t die in there though, not until he learns how to stalk and mimic another perfectly.
Hopefully, his wife that I have impregnated will birth me a son, one in which I can sell the mirror too. Or maybe I’ll help the daughter find a suitor worthy of imprisonment in the mirror, so her real father can escape and occupy another. Either way, he is throwing his life away on the other side of the mirror, instead of living it the way he could. Unfortunately, he is stuck in the infinity he created, and when his wife, er, my wife, sold the mirror to an avid mirror collector from the Pine Grove Mall, it meant his only easy escape from my trap departed this family. He can only escape to a son-in-law or step-son.
I wonder what evil entity will trap that mirror collector. There are so many that can be trapped inside. I wonder how many will be trapped in that hall of mirrors the collector owns. I wonder how many mirrors he has sold with trapped innocents contained within, desperately trying to steal your soul and escape their imprisonment. After all, when I escaped, it was 1993. I had been trapped eighty years.
A lot of mirrors have been made, bought, sold, and resold in the last two and a half decades. I wonder where he is now. Don’t look too close at your mirrors…
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On October 2, 2006, a shooting occurred at the West Nickel Mines School, an Amish one-room schoolhouse in the Old Order Amish community of Nickel Mines in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. The gunman was Charles Carl Roberts IV, aged 32, a milk tanker truck driver who served several Amish farms in the area. Roberts was at the time a resident of nearby Georgetown, another unincorporated area of Bart Township. Roberts' co-workers claimed to have noticed a "change" in him over the months leading up to the shooting. They also claimed that he seemed to return to normal in the week leading up to the shooting. State Police Commissioner Jeffrey B. Miller hypothesizes that this "calm" may have been when he (Roberts) decided to go through with the shooting. Miller also noted that Roberts' neighbors reported his mood as unusually upbeat and jovial during this time period. His wife last saw him at 8:45 a.m. when they walked their children to the bus stop before she left. Roberts backed a pickup truck up to the front of the Amish schoolhouse and entered it at approximately 10:25 a.m. EDT, shortly after the children had returned from recess. He asked the teacher, Emma Mae Zook, and the students if they had seen a missing clevis pin on the road. Survivors said he mumbled his words and did not make direct eye contact. After they denied seeing a clevis pin, he left to his truck and reentered holding a Springfield XD 9mm handgun. He ordered the boys to help him carry items into the classroom from the truck. One child and her mother, who was visiting, took this opportunity to escape and run toward a nearby farm for help. Roberts saw them leave, and ordered one of the boys to stop them, threatening to shoot everyone if they got away. They reached the farm, where they asked Amos Smoker to call 911. Meanwhile, the boys carried in lumber, a shotgun, a stun-gun, wires, chains, nails, tools, a small bag and wooden board with multiple sets of metal eye-hooks. The bag held a change of clothes, toilet paper, candles, and flexible plastic ties. Using wooden boards, Roberts barricaded the front door. #destroytheday https://www.instagram.com/p/B00-HVFBmes/?igshid=1b3a4a7jli7r4
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Amish School Shooting
On Monday, October 2, 2006, 32-year-old Charles Roberts entered West Nickel Mines School, a one-room Amish schoolhouse, just before 10:30 AM and asked the students if they had seen a missing clevis pin on the road. The children answered that they had not and Roberts left, only to return minutes later brandishing a 9 mm handgun. Several adults, including the teacher, fled to get help as Roberts ordered the male children to help unload items from his truck. Next, he ordered everyone out of the schoolhouse except for the ten female children. Several remaining adults fled along with the male students.
By 11:00 the police had arrived and ordered Roberts off of the property. Roberts replied that if the police did not leave then he would begin firing. Shots rang out seven minutes later and ended abruptly, with Roberts committing suicide. Five of the ten girls died from the injuries.
Roberts left behind four suicide notes - one for his very confused wife and one for each young child he left behind. In the wake of the shooting, the Amish community reached out to his wife, inviting her to funerals and shielding her from photographers. The Amish reaction drew media attention who were surprised by the acceptance and love shown toward the killer’s wife.
The twisted motives behind Roberts’ actions were never truly discovered. In his suicide note to his wife, Roberts explained that he had molested two female family members when he was twelve and had been having pedophilic urges. This possible motive was supported by a bottle of K-Y Jelly found in Roberts’ belongings at the scene. However, both family members vehemently deny that any abuse occurred. Could Roberts’ ill mind have made up the tale? Were the murders simply a rampage by a man gone mad, or was something else at work?
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In Pursuit of Snow in Austria
First published in the Professional Mountaineer - Winter 2019. Re-published here with author and magazine consent. Words and photos (unless otherwise credited) by Cath Bateman.
As luck would have it a friend of mine has access to a chalet in Austria and this presented an opportunity to seek out the snow I hankered after. This also gave me the chance to explore an area that not only yielded the fantastic substance in huge quantities (winter 2018/19) but also has easy access to snow sports and all the essentials needed for shopping, dining out and hiring kit.
Styria (Stiermark in German) is a state in the southeast of Austria. Easily accessible by car or train from Vienna in under a couple of hours it offers excellent snowshoeing and a host of other snow-related activities. The Northern Limestone Alps (German: Nördliche Kalkalpen, also called the Northern Calcareous Alps) cut through this state on a west-east axis. These have been worn down into canyons and cliffs such as the Enns Gorge in the Gesäuse National Park. The park itself is located in the mountainous Upper Styrian region covering large parts of the Gesäuse range within the Ennstal Alps and the steep water gap of the Enns river between Admont and Hieflau.
Our snowshoeing centered on the quiet area of the commune and city Mariazell, 143 kilometres north of Graz at an altitude of 868m, and a small hamlet called Lahnsattel, 1 km east of the Lahn Saddle (German: Lahnsattel). The Saddle, at an altitude of 1,006m, is a high mountain pass between the Bundesländer of Lower Austria and Styria. It is traversed by Federal Highway B23 and connects the Salza river valley from Mariazell with the Mürz river valley. !e local peaks here are between 1,200-1,799 metres. Grosser Goller, 1,766m and 3 km away from the Saddle, is a popular back-country ski-tour and hiking/snowshoeing route. The summits are mostly just above the treeline so the routes are a combination of pastures and forestry tracks. Summer and winter routes are detailed on various maps that we bought online before our trip. The Freytag & Berndt maps that came with a German booklet describe some routes in the area. The start of routes are well-signposted and along tracks there are red-white-red markings. Be careful though, depending on the level of snow-plastering, these signs and marks can be covered! Stiermark produce avalanche forecasts with easy-to-understand graphics and translate them into English, making it an invaluable tool for planning your days out; http://www.lawine-steiermark.at/lagebericht/avalanche-bulletin.
Over the New Year and beyond, and much to our joy, huge amounts of snow fell for almost a week. The soft powder snow made our snowshoeing adventures so much fun, particularly for those in our group who had not tried it before. Hans, who looked after the snow clearance for the hamlet, referred to it as “schneeeschwimming” and the day we left we were certainly wallowing in it. Lahnsattel is known locally as ‘avalanche saddle’, the truth of which became clearer following some serious avalanches in early January cutting off the local ski-hills and causing damage to infrastructure.
Our days out snowshoeing were all within 30 minutes’ drive from Lahnsattel and were planned using the maps, guidebooks and careful attention to the avalanche forecast. One of our routes took in Wildalpe (1,523m) from the north, zigzagging up through the forest on a mixture of wide forest tracks and small paths. We gained the summit from the relatively steep east shoulder, which made the heel-raisers, a feature on the MSR and TSL snowshoes, handy to take the strain off our calf muscles. Close to the summit some ski-tourers appeared, having ascended by another route. This was the only day we encountered anyone else at all outside of a ski resort. Heading back the way we came the going was much more like “snow-swimming” and we cut through the trees glades to return to our chalet, the log fire and the schnapps!
The repair kit, which usually sits at the bottom of my bag, came in useful when a clevis pin sheared off of a snowshoe. We fixed this with a nut and bolt and continued to enjoy the rest of the day out. In addition to the nuts and bolts (Nylock type nuts provide a more durable mend) it’s useful to have a small spanner, some zip-ties, duck-tape and a multi-tool or Swiss army knife. Usually a few pieces are sufficient to make it off the hill but there was one occasion on another trip where a snowshoe with a tubular frame broke and was splinted using the metal handle from a saucepan!
Reasons to go and top tips
The area around Lahnsattel and Mariazell is not only a fantastic place to enjoy snowshoeing and practice navigation but also to try out your language skills – German or Austro-Bavarian – do not presume English is spoken here! (We had many laughs hiring langlauf equipment with only the very basics of verbal communication). There is enough information with good avalanche and weather forecasts readily available to help inform you before setting out. !ere are many hills under 2,000 metres that are accessible from a range of aspects to take account of snow-loading on the slopes. Take care to check the map scales and contour spacings as the micro navigation can be challenging, especially for example when using a 1:50,000 scale Kompass map with 100 metre contours.
There are set tracks for langlauf (Nordic skiing) in virtually every hamlet and for a few euros, you can hire skis, boots and poles and ski the routes varying in distance and gradient.
Or, if you prefer, you can go for an afternoon of down-hill skiing in the small resorts at Mariazell and Annaberg where you can hire all ski equipment including snowshoes and poles.
Note that this area is a “traditional” place, where restaurants and shops usually shut on Sundays and Bank Holidays, so make sure you plan for the kit hire and buy enough food as only petrol stations tend to be open. These, however, do sell the essentials (crisps, beer and wine) in addition to fuel!
This is a great place for guiding clients on snowshoeing adventures with plenty of routes. There are also lots of culturally interesting places to visit such as the Mariazell Basilica, also known as Basilica Mariä Geburt (Basilica of the Birth of the Virgin Mary). It is the most important pilgrimage destination in Austria and one of the most visited shrines in Europe. Gastronomes should try the Styrian pumpkin seed oil; a dark green intensely-flavoured oil made in this area. It has an intense nutty taste and is rich in polyunsaturated fatty acids. Pumpkin seed oil serves as a salad dressing. The typical Styrian dressing consists of pumpkin seed oil and cider vinegar. The oil is also used for desserts, giving ordinary vanilla ice cream a nutty taste. It is considered a real delicacy in Austria and Slovenia, and a few drops are added to pumpkin soup and other local dishes.
Finally, and as always, International Mountain Leaders should check the requirements and legal obligations before operating in Austria.
Images: Main Photo. Taking a breather to admire the north 1. Headed up a typical track through the woods, using the snow baskets in fine powder snow made progress more efficient. © Emily Coates. 2. The steepest part of the route up to Wildalpe, the use of heel-raisers was helpful in this section. 3. Consulting the map en route to Wilde Alp. © Chris Bradshaw. 4. Using the repair kit in anger, the snowshoe was repaired swiftly, and we carried on our journey.
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Bulldozer Operators
Job Title: Bulldozer Operators Job Description: Operates tractor equipped with concave blade attached across front to gouge out, level, and distribute earth and to push trees and rocks from land preparatory to constructing roads and buildings or planting crops, or in mining, quarrying, and lumbering operations: Fastens attachments to tractor with clevis or wedge-pin hitches. Connects hydrau...
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On: Sanctuary
Sanctuary was started up around five sweeps prior to the events of Champion by Marrok Ivaylo, his matesprit Aletta Sturni, several friends (Orelia Zerrin, Clevie Albion, and Levern Lillis), and two experienced miners (Rillie Delmus, also skilled with plumbing, and Tareka Erving).
It was formed on a copper ore vein in the Northern Desert. The entrance to the mine (and later, to Sanctuary) lies at the bottom of a ravine of sorts, with cliffs on three sides and a somewhat steep gradation up to a large plateau on the fourth. The plateau itself is bordered on either side by cliffs, each topped with another (smaller) plateau. These are the highest areas around Sanctuary.
The mine originally had housing outside of the mine itself; a building built to mine specs, split into two sections: a larger one at the back for communal miner living, and a smaller section at the front for the mine overseer. According to the specs, the overseer has a recuperacoon; miners are expected to sleep with patches. One recuperacoon is provided for their use, either to be used in turn or used for molts, depending on the overseer's willingness to buy extra sopor for it.
The trolls of Sanctuary did originally live in these buildings; Marrok and Aletta shared the smaller section while the rest used the larger. The mine also owned a medium-size flitter, big enough to fit all the original inhabitants. This was, and continues to be, parked on the large plateau as the main (and only visible) flight vehicle.
As they mined out the copper vein and the mine got bigger, they began to form rooms. During this process they found a few gem deposits; another two were found in the process of digging a well down to an underground water source. Selling these gems allowed the purchase of supplies necessary to make the mine functional as a living place, such as plumbing supplies (which Rillie installed), recuperacoons for all residents, non-mining tools, kitchen appliances and utensils, gardening supplies and seeds, medical supplies, furniture, weapons, and more.
Once the main part of Sanctuary, including several rooms more than needed for the original inhabitants, was finished, Marrok, with Aletta, returned to his wrigglerhood town to find some old friends; in the process, he found Karkat and, recognizing his symbol, prevented him from falling into the same trap his housemates Nepeta and Sollux had fallen into. Karkat was brought to Sanctuary, and the development of the mine/outpost picked up.
Several more members were gained through word of mouth or being friends/quadrants of existing residents; one of these brought a second, smaller flitter. Some time was taken away from working on the interior of Sanctuary to carve out a docking space for this flitter that was hidden from most angles, especially from above. This space was made big enough for two vehicles, in case another was obtained.
Once the main sections of Sanctuary had been mined out and finished and one of the new inhabitants (Temana Acelan) had set up the beginnings of Sanctuary's tech lab and communications, more direct recruitment began. The 'low web' was established; contacts outside Sanctuary were vetted and included in the network. Several more inhabitants were found in this process. Then operations began to rescue/free slaves or slaves-to-be as they came into range of the larger flitter; the planes containing these refugees were taken down, their higherblood pilots/crew either killed outright or left in the desert to burn in the daylight, and the vehicles themselves were brough back to Sanctuary, either flown (if capable of flight) or attached to Sanctuary's flitter (if not).
In this manner Sanctuary expanded; by the time Sollux and Eridan arrived, Sanctuary hosted 25 inhabitants.
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