#Franklin Shuttle

[wanderingnewyork]

From 2019: A Franklin Shuttle train enters the #Prospect_Park_Station, #Brooklyn.

[nkjemisin]

[journeytojaburo]

Watched the zeta movies and the pacing was as much of a hot mess as I was expecting, but I had a good time still. I didn't know it was a collage-ish thing of the original TV show and new animation until watching it, so that was really fascinating. I think my favorite way the old and new animation was melded together was the equivalent of the Emma interrogation scene having the Colony 30 information being provided by using the original TV show footage of the episode where Kamille explores it as an in-universe video thing. Some of the new animation was implemented really oddly (random 1 second exterior shots or starting it in the middle of a character's action), but overall I liked seeing scenes reanimated and the new ones too. Some new animation bits I really liked 👇

The retro-future technology getting modernized as a side effect of having new animation segments was cool, but also Bright with a mid-2000s laptop and earbuds is really funny...

By cutting out a bunch of the plot, these movies solved some of my issues I had with the TV show (particularly the random not always well done misogyny commentary), but it also made characters like Katz or Reccoa or even Kamille's plotlines kinda incomprehensible.

I'm so glad that they added a few more moments with the various ex-White Base crew members because I wanted to see more of that. Sayla didn't really get any more screentime than the TV show, but at least she got a scene in the new epilogue part.

The translation was a little bit better for this, but with the new lines that were obviously added in over the original TV show footage I feel like I should check exactly what's a new line vs. a re-translation of an old line.

Even if a lot of the movie still had that dreary tragic Zeta tone, the new ending where Kamille gets out the Scirocco attack a little less unscathed was sweet. It definitely fits the slightly lighter tone.

Overall, I think this is a good companion to the Zeta TV show as opposed to a recap (which makes sense from the title of the trilogy).

[quickienewyork]

The Shuttle (S) in Crown Heights is one of those rare super weird lines in NYC. It only has two cars and makes four stops on its short trip. It also goes over some streets and under others with all of the trip being essentially above ground.

Here's looking south from the Botanic Garden stop.

[clove-pinks]

Franklinheads, what is your top pet peeve when it comes to perceptions of the [historical] Franklin Expedition?

Mine is 100% the "most advanced technology of their day" concept of HMS Erebus and Terror. I think the origins of this are in the 1980s, when Owen Beattie's ice mummy exhumations propelled the Franklin Expedition into the spotlight. JUST LIKE THE SPACE SHUTTLE CHALLENGER!—this was the pat comparison of the day. You could definitely draw some parallels if you tried hard enough, but no, I don't think the Space Shuttle Challenger is a very good analogy.

There was pretty much nothing unique or particularly new about the technology in Franklin's ships—not the tinned food, not the desalinator, not the heating system, and definitely not the puny steam engines—and Franklin's men knew this! They were aware that Erebus and Terror were beat-up old warships, one of the ships fought in the War of 1812 before most crew members were born! Fitzjames called them "old tubs," and Le Vesconte jokingly compared them to 17th and 18th century fictional vessels (Red Rover and Water-Witch).

Steam frigates with hundreds of horsepower were built even in the 1830s! But they couldn't carry fuel lasting for years; whereas Franklin's men had ~13 days of coal for their 20-horsepower engines, which at most might get them out of a harbour in unfavourable winds. As a child I read books that made such a big deal about the steam engines, I really thought they would be under steam all the time, crashing through the ice with their Advanced Technology just like the space shuttle.

If anything, the Franklin Expedition is part of a tradition of the British using obsolete ships and technology for polar exploration. Compare Terra Nova with the latest technology of the 1910s: she looks like the relic of an earlier age that she was.

[uss-edsall]

I’d seen some severely injured troops. . . but none were as horrifyingly mutilated as the soldier who was wheeled down the ward’s center aisle one afternoon. Our collective curiosity was only natural, so those of us who could get out of bed did so and took a very slow stroll past the guy’s bed. All evening long he had a stream of curious and concerned onlookers flowing in his direction. It was a shockingly grim sight. . . It was enough to turn a strong man weak. And make no mistake about it—he was in pain. Real, deep, genuine pain. He constantly moaned. There was no stopping him. All the drugs the hospital had to offer were ineffective against his unrelenting misery, and his moans were an ever-present reminder of his torment. There was no escaping them. My first reactions upon seeing him were, How did he manage to live, and Why did somebody save him? The latter may sound cruel, but what life was there for him if he pulled through? In this case, I believe it would have been better for all concerned if he’d died on the battlefield. He lived for about ten days. During that time all the bullshitting on the ward ceased, and he became the main topic of conversation. His presence had a sobering effect on us. It became an unwritten rule—as long as he was alive we would show respect. He’d earned at least that from us. . . Our pains seemed small in comparison. At first we thought he’d make it, but as the days passed all the signs pointed to his death. The doctors, who normally checked his progress twice a day, began making trips to his bedside every hour. We knew his condition was deteriorating when we saw a priest visit him twice in two days. We saw the end coming. Four days before he expired. . . a woman entered the ward. She had on a hat and a long wool coat—a mom’s coat. She looked like anybody’s mom in that coat. . . She hesitated for a moment, then walked down the main aisle and turned in beside that guy’s bed. When she saw him she knew right away that it was her son. Her hands flew up to her mouth, and I could see her trembling all the way from my bed. . . The woman was in fact his mother, and his parents had scraped together just enough cash to send only her. The nurses and doctors were very pleasant and accommodating. They brought her a big chair and allowed her to sleep right there next to his bed. The nurses brought her food and drink throughout the days, and she rarely left his side. She talked to him in spurts, softly whispering in his ears at times. He lay there motionless the entire time, except on one occasion. I happened to look in their direction as she was hunched over close talking to him. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but suddenly he turned his head toward her voice. He didn’t utter a word; at least I didn’t hear him speak, if he did say anything. Somewhere in the recesses of his shattered mind he must have realized that it was his mom speaking to him. His mother jumped slightly at the unexpected movement, a look of surprise and hope spreading across her face. But that was it. He didn’t move again. Something woke me up around two o’clock the morning that he died. It was completely dark on the ward, with the exception of the light at the nurses’ station and the light next to his bed. . . just about every patient was awake and staring intently as the drama unfolded. Unfortunately, we all knew that there would be no happy ending. A priest scurried in. . . to administer the last rites. Doctors and nurses shuttled in and out of the light, doing their best to save him or make his passing as painless as possible. They worked at a measured pace, but the air of death rushed in, and soon it was over. The moment of his death was almost visible, like the air around his bed suddenly chanted into something tangible, something touchable. I never even knew his name.

Reflections of a Warrior: Six Years as a Green Beret in Vietnam, by Medal of Honor recipient Franklin D. Miller and Elwood J. C. Kureth

[lonestarflight]

"The Space Shuttle Endeavour lifts off, creating billows of smoke and steam on its way into space for mission STS-111 to the International Space Station (ISS). Liftoff occurred at 5:22:49 p.m. (EDT), June 5, 2002. The image was photographed from a Shuttle Training Aircraft (STA), which flies near the launch area for weather monitoring and other support to the mission's liftoff phase. The STS-111 crew includes astronauts Kenneth D. Cockrell, commander; Paul S. Lockhart, pilot, and Franklin R. Chang-Diaz and Philippe Perrin, mission specialists. Also onboard were the Expedition Five crewmembers including cosmonaut Valery G. Korzun, commander, along with astronaut Peggy A. Whitson and cosmonaut Sergei Y. Treschev, flight engineers. Perrin represents CNES, the French space agency, and Korzun and Treschev are with the Russian Aviation and Space Agency (Rosaviakosmos). This mission marked the 14th Shuttle flight to the International Space Station."

Date: June 5, 2002

NASA ID: STS111-S-035

[spacefrontier]

Launch of Space Shuttle Atlantis during STS-46. July 31, 1992.

The primary mission of STS-46 was the deployment of the European Space Agency's European Retrievable Carrier (EURECA), and the joint NASA/Italian Space Agency (ASI) Tethered Satellite System (TSS-1).

EURECA was a satellite that contained 15 different experiments submitted by various European nations, investigating microgravity studies, solar observations, and material technology. EURECA was later retrieved by the Space Shuttle Endeavour during STS-57, nearly a year later.

EURECA after deployment. Moon in background.

TSS-1 consisted of a satellite, a conducting tether, and a tether deployment/retrieval system that was attached to Atlantis. The objectives of TSS-1 were to determine and understand the electro-magnetic interaction between the tether, satellite, and Shuttle and space plasma, and develop capabilities for future tether applications on the Shuttle and International Space Station.

TSS-1 during deployment.

Official STS-46 crew portrait. Back row, from left: Mission Specialist Marsha Ivins, Mission Specialist Claude Nicollier (ESA), Payload Commander Jeffrey Hoffman, Mission Specialist Franklin Chang-Diaz, Payload Specialist Franco Malerba (ASI). Front row: Pilot Andrew Allen, Mission Commander Loren Shriver.

STS-46 spent eight days in orbit before returning to the Kennedy Space Center's Shuttle Landing Facility on August 8, 1992.

Atlantis touches down at the Shuttle Landing Facility. The Kennedy Space Center Vehicle Assembly building can be seen in the background.

NASA 1, 3, 4, 5 Internet Archive 2 Goddard Space Flight Center NASA Space Science Data Coordinated Archive

[victusinveritas]

The crossover nobody asked for, but we got it anyway.

h/t Robert Consing.

In case you can't read the panels...

Here's a transcript below the cut.

intro (panel "0"):

The hibernation pods open.

panel 1: Dallas (Linus) meets Ash (Schroeder) and Kane (Charlie Brown) at the mess-room table.

Dallas: "Mother found a signal. We should check out."

Kane: "S.O.S.?"

panel 2:

Ripley (Lucy): "That signal looks like a warning."

Parker (Franklin): "I just wanna go home and party!"

panel 3: Kane is in the hatchery, examining an egg.

Kane: "It seems to have life..."

panel 4: The facehugger jumps out, onto Kane's faceplate.

Kane (screaming): "AAUGH!"

panel 5: Ripley, Ash, Dallas, and Parker are in Sickbay, examining Kane.

Ash: "Molecular acid. It must be using it for blood."

Parker: "Wonderful defense mechanism."

panel 6:

Ripley: "Ash, why did you break quarantine?"

Ash: "What would you have done?"

Dallas: "Good grief."

panel 7: Kane sits up, minus one facehugger.

Kane: "I sure am hungry."

all the others: "YAAAY!!!"

panel 8: Parker and Kane are eating in the mess room.

Kane (screaming): "ACK!"

Parker: "The food ain't *that* bad!"

panel 9: The newborn xenomorph, fashioned after Snoopy (with the ears and nose) does the Snoopy happy-dance while erupting from Kane.

Lambert (Sally) (screaming): "EEEW!"

panel 10:

Parker: "We need to find it and kill it!"

Brett (Pigpen) "Right."

panel 11:

Ripley: "Whenever he says anything, you say 'right'."

Brett: "Right."

panel 12: The xenomorph grabs and kills Brett. [sound effect: CLOMP!]

panel 13: The xenomorph grabs and kills Dallas. [sound effect: CLOMP!]

panel 14: Ash is threatening to beat Ripley with something resembling a rolled-up paper. Parker is about to whack Ash with a length of pipe.

Ripley: "Ash! What are you doing?!"

panel 15:

Parker (beheading Ash): "Ash is a goddamn robot!"

panel 16: Ripley and Parker have set up Ash's dripping head on a table.

Ripley: "Ash! Can you hear me? What is Special Order 937?"

panel 17:

Ash: "Bring back life form ... all other priorities rescinded. I won't lie to you of your chances. You have my sympathies."

panel 18: Ripley is holding a gun, standing by Parker and Lambert.

Ripley: "We can take the shuttle and blow up the ship."

panel 19: The xenomorph grabs and kills Parker and Lambert.

panel 20: Ripley is running for the shuttle, carrying a birdhouse.

Mother: "T-MINUS FIVE MINUTES..."

panel 21: Ripley is on board the shuttle; the Nostromo explodes in the background.

Ripley: "Whew! ...Huh?" as she sees the silhouette of the xenomorph.

panel 22: Ripley hits the emergency hatch-open button; the xenomorph is blown into space.

Ripley (singing): "Lucky star..."

panel 23: Ripley is preparing for hibernation, cuddling Jones (Woodstock).

Ripley: "This is Ripley, the last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off."

[alphaman99]

As more & more counties get more solar farms.....

From a STEPHENVILLE resident, George Franklin:

I should start by telling you what bonafides I have for writing this. I am a retired aerospace engineer. A literal rocket scientist if you will. I worked on MX (Peacekeeper) Space Shuttle, Hubble, Brilliant Pebbles, PACOSS, Space Station, MMU, B2, the Sultan of Brunei's half billion dollar private 747 with crystal showers, gold sinks and 100 dollar a yard coiffed silk carpets. I designed a satphone installation on prince Jeffry's 757. I did all of the design work for the structure of Mark 1V propulsion module currently flying on at least 3 spacecraft that I know of. Some of the more exciting projects I have worked on are not shareable. My personal projects include a spin fishing reel with a 4.5 inch spool which is entirely my own designed, machined and assembled. It has 2 features that are patentable. A unique true flat level wind and a unique line pickup mechanism. I am also am FAA certified glider pilot and FAI certified gold glider pilot. I fly both full scale and model sailplanes. I am Microsoft certified and ComTIA A+ certified.

Solar panels are at best about 20% efficient. They convert 0% of the UV light that hits them. None of the visible spectrum and only some of the IR spectrum. At the same time as they are absorbing light they are absorbing heat from the sun. This absorbed heat is radiated into the adjacent atmosphere. It should be obvious what happens next. When air is warmed it rises. Even small differences in ordinary land surfaces are capable of creating powerful forces of weather like thunderstorms and tornadoes. These weather phenomena are initiated and reinforced by land features as they are blown downwind. It is all too obvious to me what will happen with the heat generated by an entire solar farm. Solar farms will become thunderstorm and tornado incubators and magnets.

Solar panels are dark and and they emit energy to the space above them when they are not being radiated. This is known as black-body radiation. Satellites flying in space use this phenomenon to cool internal components. If they didn't do this they would fry themselves.

So solar farms not only produce more heat in summer than the original land that they were installed on, but they also produce more cooling in winter, thus exacerbating weather extremes.

So I conclude with this. There is nothing green about green energy except the dirty money flowing into corrupt pockets.

There is not such thing as green energy. The science doesn't exist. The technology doesn't exist. The engineering doesn't exist. We are being pushed to save the planet with solutions that are worse than the problems.

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 S03E01: Matters of Honor S01 table of contents • S02 table of contents • S03 table of contents

With this opening shot of the railshuttle inside B5, and Sheridan's rescue from going splat by Kosh after he jumped out of the shuttle last season, I have realized. I have just now realized that the railshuttle is inside B5. After all the times they've used it across two seasons and one episode, it took me till now to think about where the shuttle was. idk. Every time it came up I'd be like "Hmm, I wonder what planet this space elevator is over. Can't be Draal Planet. What other planet is nearby?

It makes so much more sense that it's an internal system so people in the five-mile-long space station can get from one end to the other. Except, and I think this is what tripped me up, they seem to have gravity in the shuttle. Unless I'm mistaken, a space station which generates gravity by spinning has reduced gravity as you get closer to the spinning center. Low gravity environments are hard to simulate, though, so I understand why the reduced gravity was not obvious. But it might be why I didn't realize.

Awww, John Sheridan is a good midwestern boy and took the first possible opportunity to thank Kosh for saving his life. But being observed is a strain, so Kosh has been hiding out, resting. Sheridan wants to know why Kosh would risk being exposed, even though no one connected the rescue to Kosh.

Sheridan: "After taking such care to hide what you really are, why take that chance?" Kosh: "It was… … …necessary." Sheridan: "Well, as answers go: short, to the point, utterly useless,, and totally consistent with what I've come to expect from a Vorlon." Kosh: "Good."

LOL.

And the rest of that conversation is hilarious, too.

Space battle! RIP Drasak. Is he a Drazi? B5 does space battles well. I always feel like a sense of scale has been accurately conveyed, and that the battles makes sense while also being exciting to watch.

Wow, awesome new opening! I love that it's Ivanova and that Claudia Christian's skills at voice-overs are being recognized. Also, she totally deserves to be the most recognizable voice of Babylon 5, Ivanova's been holding the station together since episode one, damnit!

The escaping pilot wants life support power redirected to the engines. Either he thinks he'll survive the seven hour journey without the ship getting cold and the air not being recycled, or the information is stored on the ship and it's more important that it get there safely than he survive.

Awww, Ivanova and Sheridan's friendship.

Air Force person David Endawi has top secret info! I'm excited to hear it. Hopefully it's interesting and not some bullshit policy decisions from Earth. And he wants Delenn, too!

Oh, the pilot survived! But he collapsed and is unconscious.

Dr Franklin: "He's not going anywhere." *turns around*

He's gone!

Fuck you, Morden. and also you, Londo.

"My people have a manifest destiny,"

Yep, the Centauri are an extremely unflattering and accurate reflection of USA Imperialism.

"We have danced our last little dance, Mr Morden. And now it is time for you to go away."

The audacity! Like Morden said, the Shadows have helped the Centauri over and over again, and the Centauri haven't been asked to pay back the favor. Their war and imperialism is helping the Shadows, but it's not in the Shadows' best interest for the Centauri to know about it.

Wait a second…are the Shadows representations of capitalist billionaires generating climate change which has the capacity, if left unchecked, to wipe out all sentient life on Earth? Being driven largely by powerful USA oligarchs and an ineffective UN represented by the Minbari and the League of Non-Aligned Worlds?? Fuck me, this whole space opera is an extended metaphor!

One more meeting with Morden, and he says he'll go away for as long as Londo wants. I do believe it. But I also believe that he'd going to set things up to become highly uncomfortable for Londo to encourage him to contact Morden again.

Mr Endawi's people pulled the footage of the Shadow in hyperspace! wtf dude.

They agree that the Shadow ship is powerful, advanced, and hostile. And they want more information on the species if possible. It does seem to be in their best interests to share some knowledge, but Delenn's long moment of pondering makes me wonder why they wouldn't want to gather human allies against the coming war.

Delenn says the ships are indestructible, and once they select a target, they never stop till they've succeeded, and they never fail. She says, looking at the video of the ship, that it is the face of their enemy.

Ma'am, it is not. Last season I saw the silhouette of a wolf-like creature, and also a video of Morden in a cell with spider-like thingies. That presumably have faces. Although, Delenn maybe didn't see recordings of either of those. I can't recall if she was in the room when Sheridan saw the Shadows in the cell with Morden.

Lennier! :)

Delenn recognized a stone pendant that looked awfully like the one our pilot who escapes hostile forces and medbays had on him.

Mr Endawi: I don't drink on duty. Londo: Centauri's are never OFF duty! fixes a drink for himself "That's why drinking on duty is also a duty!"

Londo admits to seeing a shadow ship before. In a dream. He waxes eloquent about his dream, and the lighting and camera choices are artfully selected. Mr Endawi is as skeptical as anyone would be, and he's unimpressed by Londo's mood lighting.

Delenn is in what appears to be a dive bar, and there's a thrilled bartender plying their craft in full alien makeup. No 21st c. Earth dive bar has a bartender that thrilled to be throwing bottles around.

Escaped pilot is called Marcus, and seems clever. And he's a ranger. Thrilling!

The local gang wants protection money. Marcus wants some witty banter.

It's a good thing that the religious caste gets some martial arts training, because those were quite a few thugs!

Marcus has Minbari friends who tell him about Minbari susceptibility to alcohol and give him Minbari weapons.

Hah. Sheridan's all sheepish "I should have filled you in before, but you need to know about the rangers." But Ivanova already knows everything!

"Captain, the day something happens around here and I don't know about it: worry."

Ivanova is god. I'll take it more to heart now than ever before. That's some impressive recon!

Ah, Marcus was aided in his fleeing by a Drazi! I wonder if he was assigned Green or Purple last season.

The Centauri are the ones blockading Zagro 7, and they've invaded large targets on the other side of Drazi space, too. They need help. Sheridan's on it!

Meanwhile, Londo has finished with his meeting with Mr Endawi and is failing to match with with Morden. Morden says, take this half of the galaxy, do anything you want over there, but this other side is the Shadows'. Except for Zagro 7, which Lord Refa captured for Morden. Londo has chronic FOMO, so he hates hearing that Morden has spoken to another Centauri.

Are the Shadows going to Zagro 7 because they know about the rangers? Or are the rangers coincidentally there, and the Shadows are looking for something else they find valuable?

Sheridan gets a shiny new ship! The White Star!

Mr Endawi: "Tell me stuff." Garibaldi: "Can't cuz I dunno the stuff. Too highly classified for little ole me."

When in doubt, play dumb.

Garibaldi is doing great, actually! If he can keep from beating any more civilians or stalking more women I might eventually like him in an less complicated fashion.

The White Star was made using Minbari and Vorlon tech, but it was designed to not look too Minbari. And, unlike Earth ships, Minbari ships have artificial gravity! Which also saves on special effects!

Minbari caste stuff is interesting. There are religious caste scientists and ship crew, so crewing a ship must not restricted to the warrior caste. I wonder if any occupations are specifically tied to one caste or the other, or if it mainly functions as a cultural marker. I seem to recall that certain historical and religious knowledge is restricted just to the religious caste, but we haven't really seen anything other than directly commanding troops that seems to be off-limits to the religious caste. I suspect that if I pay attention to Delenn as she and Sheridan co-lead the Rangers I might be able to deduce certain religious caste leadership norms in Minbari society, though.

Great lore dump from G'Kar!! The Narn know about the Shadows because they set up a base on Narn 1,000 years before, before the Narn were spacefaring. A great spiritual leader called G'Quan believed is was a base for a far-away war. The Narns have been perfectly copying the book G'Quan wrote ever since. They preserved the knowledge through the eons. And now Mr Endawi knows about the Shadows! But I wonder how credible the human govt will find it, since Delenn professed total ignorance and so did Sheridan and his staff.

The White Star is having its first mission! But the Centauri ditched their auto-blockade! Little do they know….they were instructed to leave.

Sheridan is stoked by his new ship's fancy tech, which can show them the disguised shadows ship! Well this might blow their alliance's cover that they don't exist and no one knows about the Shadows!

The Shadows shoot at the White Star and they miss! Which Delenn is surprised about. Sheridan thinks they will be trying to shoot to disable, not kill, for information purposes. And now he's luring the Shadows into hyperspace!

Dang Sheridan. Delenn's all freaked out and thinks they need help, that they can't harm a Shadow ship alone.

Sheridan: "With all due respect Ambassador, I've heard that before."

lol. He has earned his confidence, even if the Minbari aren't exactly at the Shadows' level.

Sheridan is going to try a maneuver that is suicidal in any Earth ship, but he thinks they might survive because the White Star is higher tech and faster. Delenn likes his confidence!

And they live! Lennier! hah! He wants the temple training program revised so that acolytes are prepared for experiences like that.

I do think that Sheridan and Delenn have damaged their cause by not admitting to knowing anything about the Shadows' ship.

Oh….I am immediately proven completely wrong. Morden is totally in with the investigation into the ship, and the whole force is in on it with the Shadows, too.

Well. Damn.

oh. The subtitles just called the Z'ha'dum "ZachDoom." asgfkhasfghksdj

Sheridan is instituting a war council! B5's senior staff, Delenn, any ranger around, and mystery future-guests.

Dr Franklin has a pertinent question. Cuz he's never been told before. What are the Shadows?

Delenn: "There are beings in the universe billions of years older than any of our races. They walked along the stars like giants: vast, and timeless. They created great empires, taught new races, explored beyond the rim. The oldest of the ancients are the Shadows. We've no other name for them."

Spooky! A great first episode for both new seasons: three, and autumn.

[wanderingnewyork]

From 2017: A #Franklin_Shuttle train runs out of the #Malbone_Street_Tunnel, #Brooklyn.

[lboogie1906]

Sonia Sanchez (Wilsonia Benita Driver; September 9, 1934) is a poet, writer, and professor. She was a leading figure in the Black Arts Movement and has authored over a dozen books of poetry, as well as short stories, critical essays, plays, and children’s books. She released poems in periodicals targeted toward African American audiences and published her debut collection, Homecoming. In 1993, she received Pew Fellowship in the Arts, and in 2001 was awarded the Robert Frost Medal for her contributions to the canon of American poetry. She has been influential to other African American poets, including Krista Franklin.

She was born in Birmingham to Wilson L. Driver and Lena Jones Driver. Her mother died when she was one year old, so she spent several years being shuttled back and forth among relatives. One of those was her grandmother, who died when she was six.

She moved to Harlem to live with her father (a school teacher), her sister, and her stepmother, When in Harlem, she learned to manage her stutter and excelled in school, finding her poetic voice, which emerged during her studies at Hunter College. She focused on the sound of her poetry, admitting to always reading it aloud, and received praise for her use of the full range of African and African American vocal resources. She is known for her sonic range and dynamic public readings. She now terms herself as an “ordained stutterer.” She earned a BA in political science from Hunter College. She pursued post-graduate studies at NYU. She formed a writers’ workshop in Greenwich Village, where the “Broadside Quartet” was born. The “Broadside Quartet” included other prominent Black Arts Movement artists such as Haki Madhubuti, Nikki Giovanni, and Etheridge Knight.

She married Albert Sanchez, they had one daughter. She married Etheridge Knight, and they had twin sons, but they divorced after two years. Motherhood heavily influenced the motifs of her poetry in the 1970s, with the bonds between mother and child emerging as a key theme. She has three grandchildren. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphakappaalpha

[mus1g4]

#Franklin County Historic Jail

Do you know if it is possible to do some kind of "prisoner transport" in the FCHJ? So that you get the uniform before you are picked up at the airport. And then you get shackled at the airport via shuttle?

If anyone would do that, it would be me. I am Officer Pitbull.

I have done it in the past, and I love doing it.

Their are some problems with doing it.

1. The officer has to be very careful what uniform they wear so as not to pretend to be an officer.

2. You must drive safely because your "inmate" is restrained and could be hurt or killed.

3. You have to find a private space to change clothes and put on restraints.

4. You have to provide adequate staffing and time to complete the transport.

5. You need to charge extra to cover gas, vehicle wear and tear and time.

If you can get all of that addressed, then it can work!

[valiantanddamnedxx]

 shalom   brune-franklin,   thirty,   cis   woman,   she   &   her      ──      welcome   myranda   velaryon   to   king’s   landing.   the   lady   of   driftmark   is   known   to   all   as   an   creative,   kind-hearted   individual.   however,   amidst   the   chaos   of   the   realm,   they   find   themselves   becoming   more   escapist   and   out   of   touch.   visions   of   a   stars   twinkling   over   the   sea,   a   compass   that   points   the   right   way   even   if   it's   not   north,   the   shuttle   of   a   loom   working   back   and   forth   again   and   again,   and   hands   outstretched   to   the   clouds   haunt   the   dreams   of   dragons,   who   emerge   murmuring   of   their   support   for   their   family,   peace.   we   do   hope   that   whatever   happens,   they   play   the   game   wisely

Myranda has always sought the comfort of the horizon in the starlight; that point where the sea and the heavens meet is where she is meant to be, she is sure. After all, there at the end of the world, what earthly strife can follow? When those twinkling orbs kiss the waves, there is no greed, no yelling, no hatred...there is only peace. She knows because she's glimpsed it. As a lady of Driftmark, she has sailed since she was young, drawn by the churning sea's majesty and mystery. But unlike her brother and sister who have soared upwards into the clouds, Myranda is bound to only the surface. Tried as she might, she has never bonded with a dragon. Instead, Myranda has her boat which she named Star Seeker. While her brother and sister soar with the wind in their hair, Myranda rocks in her boat, watching.

For being the most firmly grounded physically, Myranda is probably the least grounded mentally of all her siblings. When she was younger, the governesses and even their parents said she had a wandering brain. She was prone to daydreaming and her eyes always seemed to gaze at some far away nothing. However, when she was pulled back to this world, she could be very kind, though somewhat soft. On Driftmark, this softness is understood and mostly accepted, but in King's Landing, Myranda finds herself to be ill at ease. Though she is pleased to celebrate the young Targaryen princeling, Myranda can sense a growing unease in the court. The amount of people coming might portend doom, or maybe she's just imagining things. After all, she's good at that.

Fun Facts: Myranda has a keen interest in the Silent Sisters. She cannot speak with them obviously, but she does try to catch glimpses of them when they do their work in spite of the taboo against doing so.

Myranda likes to stay close to windows. She does not enjoy places where there is little access to fresh air and can get quite worried in tight environments.

Myranda has little interest in marriage so far, though she imagines her brother will arrange one someday. The thought of being a mother is both a curiosity and a fear.

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Hamuel Burger Episode 1 Transcript

Episode title: Keep Pushing, Abraham!

[Sound of a UFO landing. Interior spaceship noises] Asbestos … Thanks for the donations. Okay, so we've just touched down in Grace, Idaho, the capital city of the planet Earth, so I'll be stepping out shortly to take my first look. For those of you who are new to the stream, I'm doing this blind, I haven't looked anything up about Earth before coming here, so no spoilers, please. Okay, so, before we leave the shuttle, I want to establish some ground rules. First, like I already said, no spoilers. Seriously. Second, no embarrassing me in front of any of the Earth inhabitants. And third, and this is the most important-

TTS voice If you're going into this blind, how do you know that Grace is the capital city? Cheater.

Asbestos Look, it's just common knowledge. The national animal of earth is the mongoose, the national food of the earth is the deathcap mushroom, and the capital city of the earth is a sweet little place named Grace, Idaho, notable for its Mormons, its potatoes, and its vast intergalactic geopolitical importance. 

TTSYou literally just quoted that straight off the page for Idaho on the Earth fan wiki.

Asbestos Did not! 

TTS Did too!

Asbestos Did not! 

TTS Did too! 

Asbestos Yeah, well, you literally just paid me five American dollars to be able to send that message, and if my information is up to date, that is enough to purchase at least one American hot dog. You know, the national hound of the planet Earth? Which I will ride into battle against my enemies and laugh as it mauls them to death. 

TTS Did too! 

Asbestos

 Okay, chat, you have officially lost text to speech privileges for the next Earth minute, which reliable sources inform me is a really long time. Now, it's important to make a good first impression, so I'm just going to make sure my hair looks okay and my belly button looks convincingly real before I- 

[Knocking on metal]

[Short silence]

Asbestos Sorry, I thought I heard something. Probably just the potatoes snoring. It's actually quite late in earth time, and potatoes like to get to bed early because- 

[Knocking again]

Asbestos (whisper) Chat. Chat, I think there's something at the door. Should I-

TTS Hello potentially violent stranger, please come in and strangle me to death!

[Spaceship door opening noise]

Asbestos (whisper, directed to chat) I'm going to actually kill you.

Ham Please don't kill me! I'm left-handed and I have asthma and my Mum says I can't go around getting killed or the neighbours will think we're uncivilised! 

Asbestos Oh my god, this is not a drill. Are you guys seeing this? I didn't think I was going to be nervous, but I'm actually super nervous. What should I say?  Um, hi, Mr. President! Wow, you're way shorter without the hat. 

Ham What? 

Asbestos Do you take constructive criticism? Because honestly, I think you should have kept the beard. The clean shaven look does not suit you.

Ham What???

Asbestos Well, I guess it doesn't matter because I'm going to kill you in a few seconds anyway. Any last words?

Ham This is a sentence I never expected to say, but I think you've mistaken me for Abraham Lincoln, and I'm not sure whether to find that gender-affirming.

Asbestos See, I just don't think that's gonna sell any tabloids. Do you want to pick something catchier? Something with a bit more oomf, maybe? Like, "I've Abrahad it with this life!" 

Eh, we can workshop it.

[Beat of silence]

Wait, what? 

Ham Abraham Lincoln died, like, at least 3 years ago. If you're looking for the president,  it's definitely not him, and it's definitely not me either, and you're definitely not going to find him in a potato field in Idaho. Please put the gun down.

Asbestos Oh! My mistake. I know this one. It's, uh… It's Ben Jammin' Franklin now, right?

Ham Uh, not particularly, no. Look, I just came to tell you to get off our farm or at least turn those big blinking lights off because it's 9PM and some of us are trying to sleep. You really need to leave before my mum finds out you're a UFO.  

Asbestos Man, this is embarrassing. Okay. Okay! Just point me in the direction of the president's house and I'll be on my way. 

Ham I think Washington is, like, South, sort of? Somewhere near Florida? Actually, let me look it up.

[Low pitched noise like a foghorn. This is Ham's mum's voice]

Ham Gee willikers. It's okay mum, the tractor is just leaving!

[Ham's mum]

Ham Not everything is an alien, okay? Sheesh.

[Ham's mum]

We've actually had five spaceships landing here in the past week, but she doesn't need to know that. I've managed to convince her that they're just genetically modified cows. Now go!

Asbestos I'm going, I'm going. I thought Earth would be more welcoming than this. 

Ham You tried to kill me!

Asbestos Earthlings love dying, they do it all the time. Ugh. Now then. Which of these is the go button?

[SFX of a sound a spaceship should not make. Kind of a noise like you would hear for a death animation in a retro video game.] 

Asbestos Not that one. Okay, how about-

[Another disturbing sound effect. Like a balloon deflating but electronic.] 

LINE 36. Asbestos Alright, third time's the charm.

[Fire alarm SFX. An automated voice with a New Zealand accent says "evacuate the building using the nearest fire exit" before a siren blares.]

Ham What the goshdarn heck are you doing? Go!

Asbestos I don't know, and it won't start, and it does not like me!

Ham Well, you can't stay here!  

LINE 40. Asbestos Well then help me! 

[Ham's mum sfx again] 

Ham Mum, the tractor broke down so I'm gonna help push it, okay?

Asbestos Push it where? This is a valuable craft, and if anything happens to it-

[Ham's mum] 

LINE 43. Ham Mum, it's fine, okay? We've almost got it. One, two, three, push… One, two, three, puuush… Help me out here!

Asbestos Absolutely not. Such work is beneath me! Keep pushing, Abraham! My sensors indicate you've shifted it exactly one fiftieth of a millimetre!

[Ham's mum] 

Ham (with a sigh)Okay. Mum says you can stay in our field tonight. You'd better be gone by morning, though, because if she sees you in the daylight she's going to realise that tractors aren't supposed to float.

Asbestos Well, that is extremely nice of your mother to say. Tell her I said thank you. And can you tell her my antennae are very shapely and I have a sparkling personality and I'm free this weekend by the way, just in case she's wondering?

Ham I'm going to bed.

Asbestos (slight chuckle) Goodnight, Abe! Sweet dreams.

[Rooster crowing. It's morning.]

Asbestos What's up, chat? Welcome to the second day of my becoming the president of the United States any percent speedrun. Yesterday we got off to a rough start with some technical difficulties, but today I'm determined to make up for lost time. Now, eagle-eyed viewers will have already noticed that I have drawn a strange and terrifying shape on the side of my craft in strawberry jam. This is in fact the English word "tractor" transcribed (get this) using the Latin alphabet. Ee, that's right! For today's stream, I'm going stealth mode, disguising myself as a humble farmhand in order to infiltrate-

Ham (laughing slightly) You spelt it wrong.

Asbestos What?

Ham Um, you spelt tractor wrong? It doesn't have a K in it.

Asbestos Chat, this is the enemy of the stream Hamuel Burger. I know all about you, young man. Your mother says you never pick up your socks.

Ham That's not true! Hi chat, um, my name's Ham, my pronouns are he/him, and you can find me on YouTube where I do banjo covers of-

Asbestos She also said that I was the most organised and well-disciplined young person she'd ever met, because she wasn't expecting the new farmhand to show up until the afternoon! 

Ham That's right! What are you going to do when he arrives and starts telling the whole town that an alien took his job?

Asbestos Well, he isn't going to get the chance to do that, because I'm gonna kill him! 

Ham (justifiably upset) What?

Asbestos Chat, you're about to see me employ a useful hack called "black mail". Hamuel here is going to help me fix my spaceship because if he doesn't I'm going to dispose of one of his fellow earthlings. You're a farm boy, you can fix a simple spacecraft, right? 

Ham No?

Asbestos Get to work.

Ham I can, like, change a lightbulb, maybe? This thing, though, I don't think the best mechanic in the world could save it. It doesn't even look like a machine. Like, I'm pretty sure it's made out of meat? How does that work?

Asbestos Hey! That's my son you're talking about!

Ham Your son looks less like a spaceship and like a modern art piece representing the alienation of workers under capitalism. I'm feeling exploited just looking at it. Actually, that's exactly the kind of thing my best friend Stanley would make. He's, like, this really cool artist who specialises in mixed media sculpture? His pieces are super thought-provoking. Like, this one time, he stuck a radish to a-

Asbestos Is this Stanley guy going to help me fix my spaceship? No? Then I don't care. 

Ham Actually…

[Ham's mum]

Ham That was mum, she wants you to feed the chickens if you have time. Okay, you stay here and milk the potatoes while I run and get Stanley. And keep out of trouble!

Asbestos I've never even been to Trouble! I don't know where that is! 

[Ham leaves]

Alright. I don't think milking a potato can be that hard. You just sort of have to- 

[Thump]

Ow! It fucking bit me!

TTS Hello Asbestos. Longtime fan, first time caller. I think you're holding it upside down.

Asbestos I don't tell you how to live your life. TTS (different voice) Just last week you encouraged your entire viewership to quit their jobs and invest in your shitty cryptocurrency, Sawcoin. My Grandma had to sell her house because of you.

Asbestos Sawcoin? I've never even heard of-

TTS (same voice as previous) Sawcoin deez nuts! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. ha.

Asbestos Okay guys-

LINE 70. TTS (different voice, overlapping slightly) Hi Asbestos, your stream has already taught me so much about the United States. I have started learning English so that I can better appreciate this beautiful culture. So far, I have learned many useful phrases such as "can I get ketchup with that?", and [a bunch of censorship beeps]

Asbestos That's-

TTS (different voice, overlapping slightly) Asbestos Le Guin, are you aware that two out of three of your fellow competitors are already inside the White House at this very moment, one of them holding a knife to the president's throat? And here you are arguing with your chat over the right way to milk a vegetable.

Asbestos Okay, shut the fuck up. You think my ten-year unopposed reign of the speedrunning charts for most civilisations toppled in a day was by accident? You think I've lost my edge just because these new competitors are younger than me and faster than me and have spaceships that work and know how to milk a potato? Well, you've forgotten your places. I'm the best, and I will always be the best. I don't even need my ship. Y'know, I'm going to steal a tractor right now and I won't stop until I've ridden it full speed into the president's office, hung him from the rafters with an American flag and taken his fun little hat for myself.

Ham Uh, what was that about stealing our tractor?

Asbestos Um. Nothing.

Ham I thought so. Stanley, this is-

Asbestos I am Asbestos Le Guin, an ambassador from the planet Strawberry, here to spread love and friendship throughout the cosmos. 

Ham Yeah, this is Asbestos, she's some kind of low-level Twitch streamer and she's here to kill the president. Asbestos, this is Stanley. Stanley is an artist with a poetic soul who has taken a vow of silence because he is a feminist and is dedicating his life to listening to women. He only communicates in harmonica, which I understand fluently due to our warrior's bond. 

[Jaunty harmonica]

Ham And he wants to know what kind of a name Asbestos is supposed to be. 

Asbestos It's a Spanish word meaning "fireproof", and it represents my resilient nature.

Ham … Right. Now stand back. Stanley is going to use his artistic vision and knowledge of steak preparation to make your spaceship beautiful.

[Hammering, drill, creepy opera, clown honk, mooing. Fades out.]

Ham Behold, Stanley's latest creation! A perfectly tender and juicy filet mignon seasoned with glitter and pencil shavings, served with a side of deep melancholy, yet with a subtle aftertaste of hope for humanity. This one of a kind artwork represents the cycle of life and death and rebirth while critiquing the artificial estrangement of man from his fellow organisms that our society has created.

Asbestos You cooked my spaceship! It's medium rare! 

Ham And it smells delicious! Do you mind if I-

Asbestos No! I've had enough! I should burn your pathetic planet to the ground with you still on it. Tell Stanley to stop eating the oxygen tank!

[Unfazed harmonica]

Ham Stanley says [muffled, as though chewing] but I didn't have breakfast this morning and it tastes really good!

Asbestos This is terrible! I'm already the laughing stock of the streaming world, I don't need- Hey, look at this! My views have doubled! Is it too late to change the title from "World Domination" to "Chill Cooking Stream"? Who knew this was what the people wanted? Maybe it's time to turn my life around. Maybe instead of mindlessly slaughtering galaxies, I should become a food influencer! I'll teach the people how to prepare easy, nutritious meals at home! 

Farmhand Hello? Ah, howdy. I'm the new farmhand you hired. Now, I know you weren't expecting me until the afternoon, but I just wanted to come early to get a headstart on my duties.

[Crickets.] Oh, I'm sorry, is this a bad time?

Ham No, no, it's fine, we were just having some… technical difficulties with this tractor…?

Farmhand Oh, this'n? It smells delicious, you've seasoned it perfectly. So the issue is that it just won't start?

Ham Um. Pretty much, yeah?

Farmhand Oh, not to worry, my uncle has one just like this. You can get it started with a good kick to the side. 

[Thunk. The sound of an engine starting up.]

Asbestos What the fuck? Never mind, cooking stream cancelled, we're gonna go kill the president. Stanley and Ham, you really drive viewer engagement, so you're coming with me. Farmboy, to express my sincere gratitude for your services in getting my ship started, I'm going to refrain from vaporising you on the spot for daring to kick my baby. Now run before I change my mind. Okay. Tally ho!

[Synth music]

CREDITS

AsbestosI'd just like to take a moment to thank everyone who subscribed today and read out some of their messages. Spikes says, "hi Asbestos, I wrote the script and I play Hamuel Burger, and I'm failing university because of this podcast". Weird message, but okay. Thanks for the sub. Um, I also have one here from username "Bulk" who says, “Hey chat, I play Asbestos Le Guin and illustrated the cover art for the pod-” What is this? No fucking promoting your stuff on my own damn show, username Bulk! Ugh. Okay, last one and then I'm ending for today. Uh, this one is from Sarah, who says, “ Hiiii Asbestos, huge fan! I loved editing your voice and the whole show”. God, you guys are a real riot with this bit stuff. You just love the bit. Okay, that one was a little weird, so let's just end on another one. There's one from Freya who says, "howdy pardner, I played a charming Southern gentleman". Hey! That's the fucker who kicked my spaceship! Get back here, you varmint! 

[Scuffling]