Mike P and I [reddrag] often share our successes, and warn each other of our failures. Somehow we got on the subject of using nickel sheet in damascus in place of high nickel steel.
Today I decided to see if I could un-stick the truck and get it back up the hill.
I’ve been doing some web design, and it really sucks with a gouty foot. You’ve got to picture me hopping around cursing without pausing for air. It’s finally receding a bit, which means it’s merely miserable.
I’m going to engage in some mild “whatabout”ism regarding our (my?) reaction to the fire in Paris.
The belltowers at Notre Dame are basically a medieval version of one of those barbecue charcoal-lighter cylinders. During the fire, you could see that the pompiers were trying to soak them down thoroughly. Apparently, they succeeded.
My deepest sympathies to the people of Paris, France.
Don’t breathe the smoke; the roof of the building was solid lead.
This is a great tragedy for art and culture; I wonder what happened. I grew up scampering around that building, and I have no idea how many times I hauled myself up the stairs to the roof so I could see the city below, the clusters of tourists like ants.
According to The Guardian the fire was started by accident during maintenance/construction work.
You can’t own all the problems; sometimes the best you can do is give a small nudge and let nature take its course.
At Frankfurt Airport:
“Unorthodox survival methods” sounds like it’s deliberately bypassing the orthodoxy, which is also known as “what works.”