#Industrial Metal Detectors

[poojaj]

Industrial Metal Detectors Market is poised to achieve continuing growth During Forecast Period 2023-2030

Industrial metal detectors are specialized instruments used to detect metallic contaminants in a wide range of industrial applications. These detectors can detect both ferrous and non-ferrous metals, such as aluminum, copper, brass, and stainless steel.

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The primary function of industrial metal detectors is to prevent metal contaminants from entering the production line, which can cause damage to equipment, contaminate products, and pose a potential hazard to consumers.

Industrial metal detectors typically use a combination of electromagnetic fields and advanced signal processing algorithms to detect and identify metallic contaminants. The detectors can be designed for a wide range of applications, from food processing and packaging to pharmaceuticals, mining, and even security screening.

In the food industry, metal detectors are critical to ensuring food safety and compliance with regulations. They are often installed at various stages of the production process, including raw material intake, processing, and packaging.

Overall, industrial metal detectors play an essential role in maintaining the integrity of industrial processes and ensuring the safety of the products they produce

[optimaweightech]

The Essential Role Of Metal Detectors In A Modern Processed Food Factory

The packaged food industry has played a vital role in ensuring reliable access to food. Australia is a key player in the global processed food market accounting for a sizable chunk of the packaged dairy and meat industry. The scale of the food industry and the repercussions of a compromise in the quality of products can be fatal for any company looking to operate in this sector.

Ensuring food safety is not only a preference but a necessity in the packaged food industry. Contaminants like steel, aluminium, and other metals may make their way into the final product. Detecting the contamination in the finished goods is practically impossible for human eyes. To combat these quality control challenges, a factory must be equipped with state-of-the-art food processing metal detectors and scanners.

The processed meat market in Australia surpassed USD 5 billion in 2023 and is expected to grow annually at 3.29%. The global processed meat market stands at over USD 600 billion and is expected to grow further in the coming years. The use of metal detectors in the processed meat industry is essential to eliminate the chance of finding contaminating metals from blades, grinders, and packaging machinery.

The packaged food scene in Australia

When Australians are asked about their favourite foods from their childhood, you can often hear about vegemite spread and Tim tam chocolate biscuits. These fond memories prove the integral role of packaged and processed food in Australia. With the changing times, companies are now keeping the old traditions alive but adopting new production technologies. Automatic filling and packaging machines, scanners, and metal detectors are becoming a staple in every modern food factory floor.

Metal detectors: an absolute must for consistent quality

Customer satisfaction is the utmost priority for any company that wants to succeed in the long run. Complaints from customers regarding inconsistent quality or foreign particles in the food are a nightmare for the brand image of a food company. Food processing metal detectors are the first line of defense against such mishaps. Machinery wear & tear, packaging materials, and even raw materials may be the source of metallic impurities. These sources make it challenging for humans to detect the impurity and ultimately lead to an inferior final product.

Complying with food safety regulations

Governments around the world and in Australia have put in place stringent food safety standards for the safety of consumers. Food manufacturers need to comply with the laws to get safety clearances and food licenses. Apart from the regulations, any risk posed to the customer due to the consumption of the product makes the manufacturer liable for legal actions and remedial payments.

In conclusion

Metal detectors are an invaluable part of the food processing industry. Thanks to the best metal detector manufacturers in Australia, you can choose from world-class products right within the country. It is important to be clear and precise about your specific expectations and requirements before choosing the ideal machine. You can contact the manufacturers directly to help you pick the best match for your factory and get quotations online.

Source: https://packagingmachinesaustralia.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-essential-role-of-metal-detectors.html

[willowcrowned]

thinking about bank robberies in the 30s makes me soooooooo angry. those days you could just pull out some guns with your friends and get away scot free. now you have to deal with security cameras and metal detectors and they don’t even have big vaults full of gold like they used to. technology ruined the bank robbing industry

[enterindoraya]

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[whateveriwant]

No thoughts, just Punk!Simon.

Punk!Simon who dresses like he shops exclusively at Hot Topic. We're talking band t-shirts, combat boots, leather anything he can get his hands on. His style is bold, accessories maximized, and his entire wardrobe can be condensed into one of three colors: black, gray, and dark gray.

Punk!Simon who likes to wear lots of jewelry. Thick chains, bulky rings, decorative pins pressed into his jackets. His pieces are mostly silver and always real, none of that fake, turn your skin green shit. Keep him far away from metal detectors because he will set them off.

Punk!Simon who listens to only the grungiest of grunge rock music. Ask him for recommendations and he's spouting off six or seven bands that are so underground they may as well reside in the Earth's mantle. Don't leave him in charge of the playlist when driving together unless you want a bad case of tinnitus for the next four hours.

Punk!Simon who’s tatted up to high heaven. You thought he only had his left sleeve done, until you saw him working out without his shirt on one day. Turns out it doesn't just stop at his shoulder, but continues downward, wrapping around his trunk like vines of black and gray ivy.

Punk!Simon who's sporting more than one set of piercings. You ask him how many he has and (with a smirk) he tells you six, and you try to take a mental tally of the ones you've seen. 1) eyebrow 2) industrial 3) nostril 4) snake bites 5) areolas 6) . . . 6) . . . . . Huh. Where's the sixth?

Punk!Simon who experiments with a little body modification. Not just the normal piercings and tattoos, but things many people would consider to be on the more extreme side. Stretched lobes, sharpened canines, . . . bifurcated tongue? 👀

Punk!Simon who, on an uncharacteristically unmasked day, grabs your attention as you enjoy a round of drinks with friends. One minute you were sitting there, chatting, just minding your business, and the next your gaze was locked onto Simon's tongue as it darted out from in between his plump lips. You tried not to let your eyes linger, but you couldn't help it. You'd never seen something like that before in person. A tongue split right down the center, cut with surgical precision from the looks of it. It had clearly been done on purpose, not an accident or deformity, but you hadn't expected to see it as you watched him lick away a bourbon droplet from the corner of his mouth. As you stare, said mouth then curves slyly, impish, into a grin just shy of wicked. The movement makes your eyes dart upwards, where they meet Simon's, and he's giving you a look that says one thing: Caught you.

With that taunting expression, Simon turns in his seat, plants his elbows on the table, and blocks out the rest of your group as he asks lowly, “Somethin’ the matter, sweet’eart?”

His tone makes you startle, eyes rounding in surprise, mouth fluttering open and closed like a flailing fish. “N-No, I was– I– You– I–”

“Wha's wrong?” His brow furrows, teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, the bastard.

But the reminder has your gaze dropping back to his lips unthinkingly, almost like you secretly wish he'll grant you another peek for your sick fascination.

He doesn't, keeps that serpentine tongue tucked within the confines of his jaw, but it's like he can read your mind because his smile curves further, drawing even closer to you as he says, “Curious?”

It's like the rattling of a deadly snake's tail, the way he hisses out the question. It means to warn you of danger ahead, of expert predation, of total and utter annihilation should you let him take a bite.

You drag your eyes back up to his smoky ones, half expecting to find slitted pupils that speak of poison. There isn't, just a mirthful quirk to his brow, and a solitary nod is all you can offer him in return.

“‘S alright.” He tips his chin in encouragement. “Go on, then. Ask.”

Another glance to his lips as you rummage through the dense brush that entangles your brain. Plucking one of the first you find, you ask, “Does it hurt?” eyes moving back to his.

That earns a little chuckle from Simon, an even smaller shake of the head. “Not now that it's healed,” he tells you truthfully, cheek dimpled in amusement. A beat passes, him waiting for another of your questions, and when you don't conjure one up, he jokes, “That it?” Clearly, he expected a barrage.

You take a second, searching for another, then simply, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why'd you do it?”

Simon raises his shoulder in a shrug. “Dunno. Wanted to do somethin’ fun; different I s’pose,” his reasoning is as carefree as his voice sounds. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Plus, ‘s more useful than you think,” he tacks on at the end, something mischievous glinting in his eye. Deception maybe. Bait definitely.

Useful, he says? You doubt it. Having a second tongue sounds like a burden honestly. You'd have to learn how to talk, eat, and drink all over again, just like when you were a small child. But if he said so, and with such confidence, then it begs the question: “How?”

How is having a second tongue useful?

Throughout your entire conversation, Simon's maintained steady eye contact with you, his focus never faltering from yours. But now, as your brow creases in confusion, Simon breaks away, lids lowering as he gazes down at the floor. He rolls a thought around his head for a moment, that cheeky look still etched into his face. When he huffs an amused breath through his nose, it only deepens his smirk that much more, and then slowly, painfully unrushed, his eyes rake up, up, up your body, until settling on yours once again.

The look he gives you now is dark, a grin like the devil’s as he peers up at you. The tip of his forked tongue pokes out as it makes another swipe across his bottom lip.

No thoughts, except for Punk!Simon who takes you back to his place and shows you just how useful two tongues can be.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Wild Nights || CL16 {4}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Voice claim: Ashe <- link to her Spotify here if you want to listen to the songs Summary: It's time to say goodbye to Monaco but not to Charles. Warnings: 18+only, phone sex WC: 2.4k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

You had arrived in Monaco heartbroken and angry but somehow some of those broken pieces had been glued back together in just a few short nights. Now, as you walked through the airport for your flight to Los Angeles you felt a different ache entirely. You were off on a new adventure and following your dreams, but it had come at a cost. 

You turned and blew one last kiss to Charles as he stood still in the busy terminal, a few people waiting patiently to get his attention and an autograph. He smiled sadly and pretended to catch it, holding it to his chest until you disappeared inside the security area.

“Tell me I’m doing the right thing,” you murmured to Bea as she hooked her arm in yours and kept you walking when your feet stopped moving.

“This is your dream and I don’t need to remind you that you can’t waste this opportunity. There aren’t second chances in this industry. You know it and he knows it.” She placed her bags on the belt to be x-rayed and you put yours behind it. “Stop doubting yourself.”

You stepped through the metal detector and jolted when alarms went off. The security guard pointed to your arm and you remembered the charm bracelet that Charles had clasped to your wrist before you left for the airport. The miniature race car hanging was a reminder of your time together and the empty spaces were the promise of more to come if your schedules allowed it. It hadn’t seemed like a big ‘if’ at the time but now you wondered if it was a gentle way of saying goodbye.

“Hello?” Bea asked as she waved a hand in front of your face. “Take it off.”

You swallowed down the emotion that had tightened your throat and fumbled with the clasp until she rolled her eyes and did it for you. “What’s got into you?”

“Nothing,” you uttered as you passed back through the machine without setting it off and grabbed your bags back from the x-ray. You couldn’t put the bracelet back on and felt the emotional weight of the thin chain heavy in your pocket. Bea was still looking at you oddly so you forced a smile on your face. “I’m fine.”

“Mhmm, you nearly put salt in your coffee. You can barely function.”

You groaned as you remembered tripping over your feet getting into Charles’ car. “It was just an early morning, after a late night.”

“Well get used to it, you’re going to live in the recording booth for the foreseeable future.”

“Speaking of, I have a few ideas. Here, have a listen.” You handed her an airpod and went through the recordings you had made with Charles last night. Her head bobbed along to the tune Charles had written on the piano while you played around with some word variations to see which worked best. 

“I like it,” she said with a grin. “Do you have more lyrics?”

You nodded, not needing to tell her that you were overflowing with them. Charles had been your inspiration and your muse all night as he sat beside you on the piano bench, his fingers dancing across the keys with a grace you were envious of. It was easy to imagine endless nights spent sitting right there, everything with Charles was easy - you were just two broken pieces that fit together to hide the jagged edges.

The lights on the plane had turned dark and Bea was fast asleep like most of the passengers as you crossed over the Atlantic Ocean but you had been unable to close your eyes. Your thumbs flew across the keyboard on your phone as words spilled like a torrent from your head and you looked through the collections of songs you had written. 

There was a clear definition between the ones that were written before you landed in Monaco to the ones on your mind now.

You only hoped the record label liked the direction your music was heading. The samples Bea had sent through were all snapshots of your heartache and regret but these new ones were going to show your healing. You weren’t sure what you would do if you couldn’t record them all to narrate the evolution of your growth and help you move forward.

Album Track Playlist: Side A: Moral of the Story Hope You're Not Happy Save Myself I'm Fine ft. Bea Side B: Love You Need Shower With My Clothes On Til Forever Falls Apart ft. Finneas Love Is Letting Go ft. Bea

You were so excited that you didn’t even think about the time when you called Charles. The bracelet on your wrist chimed since you couldn’t keep still and you ran your fingers over the charms he had added when he found time to stop in LA. You had even gone to Miami for the weekend when he was racing there and experienced the explosive atmosphere that he lived for, something that was so vastly different from his calm disposition.

“Hello?” he answered, his voice raspy with sleep.

“It’s me, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The call dropped and a second later his name popped up requesting a video chat that you rushed to answer. 

“Is everything alright?” Charles asked, the side lamp beside his bed casting a warm glow across his bare chest as he sat up against the headboard.

“I did it,” you squealed as you held up the large vinyl album you had spent months working hard on. “I fucking did it!”

The sleepy glazed look in his eyes disappeared in an instant as he sat up straighter and leaned in to get a closer look at the album art, a proud smile bright on his face. “I knew you would, I never doubted you. Now can I finally listen to it in full?”

“Hold on,” you said as you crossed the room to the record player and showed him the two sides. “Before I met you or after?”

“What’s the difference?” he asked with a smirk since he certainly knew the answer after being a sounding board for your writing process during some very late night phone calls. 

“One is morose and dark, which is kind of your favourite to listen to when you are alone in your bed.”

“You know me so well, but I want to hear you happy.”

You flipped the album to the second side and put it gently onto the tray, carefully dropping the pin onto the edge. The speakers crackled to life before the opening track began, the piano intro sparking the memory of sitting beside him as he played the tune idly at 3am on a Sunday morning. 

You sprawled in the middle of your living room floor watching Charles as he listened to the song with you. It didn’t matter that it was after midnight in Monaco while the California sun blistered outside your window, for those precious minutes where he lay with you on the other side of the world, you were connected. 

His eyes closed as he absorbed it all and you could have believed he had drifted back off to sleep with the peaceful look on his face, but his fingers danced along invisible keys. Still, those green eyes would peek open with a smile whenever you harmonised along with some of the lines but he didn’t dare to say anything and disturb the moment.

One song merged with the next, then the next, until the needle reached the centre and started scratching. You flicked it off and let the silence wash over the room before rolling onto your stomach and propping your phone up, waiting to hear the verdict. 

Charles ran his tongue over his lips and swallowed deeply before he ran his finger beneath his eye and captured the glistening tear that spilled over his thick lashes. “Magnifique, chérie. Je suis tombé amoureux de toi.” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “You made me lose my english.”

You buried your face in the cushion you had been resting your head on and smothered the scream of excitement you let out knowing he liked it. “Thank you, and I’m sorry for waking you.”

“It was worth it,” he said sincerely, “and I can sleep on the plane to Austin tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Same, unless you were planning to wear those assless chaps again,” you teased and he groaned at the reminder.

“They told me everyone was wearing them!”

“Maybe in a Texan strip club,” you laughed. “I think you nearly broke the internet.”

He settled back amongst the pillows and pulled one into his arms, hugging it tight. “I wouldn’t mind it breaking.”

You saw his eyes turn down and you sat up, bringing your phone closer to inspect him more closely. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said dismissively but you weren’t going to let it drop when there was obviously something on his mind.

“Charles, there’s no secrets between us, I know you better than I know myself,” you softly encouraged him. “Whatever is worrying you, you can tell me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his biceps flexing as he did, a nervous tick of his. “My contract runs out next season and this one has been terrible. What if we don’t improve?”

He sighed and the dejection broke your heart as you wished you could reach through the phone and hold him like he needed. Tomorrow, you promised yourself, tomorrow you would hold him and tell him what he always told you - that everything will work out exactly how it is supposed to be.

“I can feel my dreams slipping away, chérie, and I don’t know what to do. This is all Jules and I talked about, winning a championship with Ferrari, and I feel like I’m letting him down, and myself.”

“A lot can happen in a year, Charles, just focus on right now and keep trying your best, that’s something that is in your control.” You could see no amount of words were going to get through to him when he was stuck in his head like he was, so you tried for something different. 

You made your way to your bedroom and closed the door behind you, the sound of the lock clicking enough to draw Charles attention back to the screen. He sat up a little as you put the phone on your drawers giving him a full view of the room he had spent dozens of nights in, whenever he could schedule a layover between flights or have a few days break from work.

“I thought this might distract you,” you smirked as you began to push the straps of your dress off your shoulders, the material pooling at your feet. 

Charles bolted upright and shuffled back against the headboard as his chest rose with the deep breath he took. “You have my attention.”

“Do I?” you teased as you ran your fingertips over your collarbone and over the swell of your breasts still hidden by the lace of your bra. “You look a little sleepy, are you sure you don’t want to sleep instead?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned as threw the sheets back and pressed a palm to his erection.

“You drive me crazy, especially when I’m in bed all alone and missing your hands on my body.” You reached for the clasp of your bra and let it fall to the floor with your dress, sighing as you teased your nipples and imagined it was him. “What would you do if you were here, Charles?”

“Everything,” he said with a smirk as his hand started to slowly rub over the tented material of his boxer shorts. “I would start with your lips, I love how soft they are on mine. I would kiss every inch of your skin and taste you on my tongue.”

Your lips parted with a moan as the memory of his touch warmed your belly and your hands drifted lower, your thumbs hooking under your panties to slide them down your legs. “What else?”

“Fuck,” he echoed your moan and pushed his boxers over his hips before fisting his cock. “Get on the bed, chérie. I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

You practically floated to the bed on cloud nine and you knew you were already wet before you parted your legs for him to see. His heavy breaths reached you through the speakers as you dragged a finger through the warmth and glided it over your clit. 

“You make me feel so good, Charles. Nothing compares to you, my fingers can’t fill me like you can.”

His abs tensed as he tightened his grip and stroked himself faster. Your cunt clenched at the sight and you fucked yourself in time to his strokes. Your eyes threatened to flutter shut as your toes began to curl but you would daren’t miss a moment of watching Charles pleasure himself.

His chest rose and fell, his lips parted with soft pants as he ran the pad of his thumb over the bead of precum leaking at his tip, his other hand cupping his balls and gently squeezing them in time. You were so familiar with the sounds he made and you knew he was close, just like you were. 

The warmth in your belly was quickly spreading across your body and your back arched as it ignited into a fire that burned through you and Charles’ name tumbled from your lips. 

“Mon Dieu, t'es trop sexy,” he moaned as his entire body tensed and his cock throbbed, thick ropes of cum shooting over his abs. He shuddered as he squeezed out every last drop before sagging back against the headboard and sighing with relief.

“Better?” you asked with a giggle.

“Beaucoup,” he replied with a lazy smile, his body completely relaxed and his mind free for the moment from the worries that had burdened him.

“You’ve lost your English again.”

His chest bounced with a quiet laugh and he reached for a dirty shirt on the floor beside the bed, wiping his mess off his skin. “You have that effect on me.”

“I pride myself on it.” You saw his eyes starting to turn heavy and remembered it was the middle of the night where he was. “You should go back to sleep. I’ll see you in Austin.”

He was already starting to drift off as he snuggled back down in his bed and it wouldn’t have been the first time that the video call had stayed connected overnight. There were bad days when one of you needed that extra comfort of knowing you weren’t alone and it was the only way you could be there for each other. 

“Sweet dreams, Charles,” you whispered as he closed his eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured and you wondered if he would remember saying those words come morning light. Your stomach tied itself in knots as you hoped he did. 

“I love you too.”

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[copperbadge]

Hello! I recently moved to Chicago for a job. As a local, do you have any recommendations for which museums and/or attractions to check out, and which to skip or leave for later? I’ve only been to the art institute so far, but I had a really nice time! Also, your resume tips helped me out a lot, so thanks for that!

Sorry for the delay in reply to this! I definitely wanted to respond sooner but some answers take longer than others :D

I did a bit of a writeup here recently so that's some starter reading, but let me just do a quick rundown of the big museums...

Art Institute -- you've already been so you know it's world-class! Make sure that when you're in the modern wing (as you enter) you look left, there's a whole bunch of galleries to the left that often go unexplored. Also in the original wing, at the main staircase, make sure you go downstairs to explore, the Thorne rooms are down there and so is the paperweight collection if they ever open it again.

Museum of Science and Industry -- always a great time, still has lots of weird old exhibits, but it's also easy to get lost in, so don't plan to see everything your first time out. This is especially fun to take visiting guests to. Don't miss the daily chick-hatching!

Field Museum -- even older and weirder than the MSI, but you can get a little trapped in exhibits (sometimes the only way in or out is to walk a long ways) so conserve your energy. The new Sue exhibit is kind of tucked back on an upper floor but DO NOT miss it, the light show is super fun.

Chicago History Museum -- you know I still haven't been? They have a great cafeteria, I've eaten there :) I'm given to understand it's a really fun museum.

Shedd Aquarium -- I like the Shedd but eh, it's an aquarium. The tickets on the website are pricey but if you buy in person there's a "just the fishes" option for like $8, problem is you usually have to stand in line for a while to get it.

Adler Planetarium -- it's fun, but unless you're a nut for outer space, the highlight is the planetarium show; I'd save this one for a rainy weekend when you just want to wander somewhere.

I truly love the dumb little Money Museum at the Fed, but I think it's still closed. If it isn't, it's a great way to spend an afternoon, lots of fun money to look at, but you will need legal ID and you have to go through a metal detector on your way in, so be prepared for that.

The Garfield Park Conservatory is a fantastic botanical garden; go in summer so you can enjoy the large outdoors space. If you go in the morning, they sometimes let you help feed the koi fish in the indoor ponds.

Lincoln Park Zoo is a lovely mainly-outdoor zoo, and has a lot of events, even in the colder months (zoolights, for example, and they have a summer 5K where I personally almost died from running but refused to let the camels witness that).

As you settle into the city you'll become more aware of what there is to see and do; you pick up a kind of rhythm of the place, so I do think just getting out and looking around the city is a good way to find fun activities. Chinatown (red line Chinatown stop) is fun to shop and eat in, and a great way to learn about the parks is to attend some movies in the parks this summer.

Welcome to the city and I hope you love it here!

[blueiscoool]

The Largest Medieval Coin Hoard Found in Decades Discovered in Germany

Archaeologists have unearthed one of the largest medieval coin hoards, consisting of approximately 1,600 coins, in recent years in the village of Glottertal in the Breisgau-Hochschwarzwald region of Germany.

This remarkable discovery provides a unique window into the economic activities of Europe in the fourteenth century and illuminates the minting industry, silver trade, and wider circulation of money in Breisgau.

According to a press statement issued by the State Office for Monument Preservation in the Stuttgart Regional Council, the hoard was unearthed during construction works while excavating a trench.

The treasure was discovered by Claus Völker, a local citizen who was assisting with the laying of a pipeline near the village swimming pool in early May 2024, records a press release.

Völker caught sight of what he initially described as “small metal plates” within the excavation. He reported the discovery to the Stuttgart Regional Council’s State Office for Monument Preservation (LAD) as soon as he realized the objects’ possible significance. The same day, Völker and LAD archaeologists visited the site the same day to recover the coins and discovered a whopping 1000 coins.

At the same time, three detectors certified by the LAD were assigned to search for the loot. The interior of the trench became a knee-deep quagmire due to bad weather, but the determined researchers managed to find an additional 600 coins in the small window that was open to them.

Initial examination and cleaning of the coins indicated where they came from. The bulk of the coins, according to LAD archaeologist Andreas Haasis-Berner, were struck circa 1320 and originated from a number of well-known mints, including Breisach, Zofingen, and Freiburg. There were also coins from Colmar, Laufenburg, Zurich, Basel, and St. Gallen.

Commenting on the significance of the find, Haasis-Berner explained: ‘Analysing this coin hoard will provide information about the circulation of coins in Breisgau, the minting activity in the mints, the silver trade and also mining in the Glottertal valley.’ When asked whether the treasure was very valuable at the time, the archaeologist said: ‘You could have bought around 150 sheep with the coins.’

This wide variety of coins bears witness to the wide-ranging commerce networks and currency exchange that existed in the area in the early 14th century. Because of the wealth and power of the cities that produced them, every coin tells a tale about the political and economic environments of medieval Europe.

Officials described the artifacts as one of the largest coin treasures found in recent decades. Of course, this description is a small number compared to the more than 100,000,000 coins in Japan on 4 November 2023, some of which are more than 2000 thousand years old.

By Oguz Kayra.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Vriska: Thinking a8out 8ank ro88eries in the 30s makes me soooooooo angry. Those days you could just pull out some guns with your friends and get aw8y scot free. Now you have to deal with security cameras and metal detectors and they don’t even have big vaults full of gold like they used to. Technology ruined the 8ank ro88ing industry

[inkspottie]

I have a Question about laughing at tragedy.

How das mike go through metal detectors? And industrial magnet.

((Also to the creator.)) ((Fun fact there there are three fnaf foxes that people have forgotten about))

((Tangle from fanf world.)) ((Xangle from fnaf world.)) ((Jangle from fnaf world.))

Lmao, I imagine it would be difficult to deal with metal detectors. Though I can’t really think of a reason why Mike would go to a place that has them?

I think his illusion disc (especially the one upgraded with Rockstar Lolbit) would keep any suspicion off him, but he’d probably avoid them at best

As for magnets…yeah he’d have a problem. XD

A shame so many foxes are under the radar tho!

[danieldeepwebs]

pd piercing hcs :) there are no piercing shops in deadwood. william got his double piercings done in a school bathroom with a sewing needle and an ice cube. they look mangled as hell, but they work. during the skip after turning 18, he got a nostril piercing (that he picks at constantly, having it healed is a distant hope), triple helix on the right, and an industrial (that will also never heal bc he keeps wearing headphones over it) and a helix below it. he wanted a tongue piercing as well, but he's afraid he'd eat it or something on accident. he usually has plain silver jewelry, but has novelty halloween earrings as well dakota got standard lobes when he was very young (and was a brave boy about it) and never thought about getting more until he got his powers. he started getting migraines soon after. he got a right-side daith as a form of acupuncture for it (still being brave about it) which made them at least a little better. it's a simple gold ring that it usually hidden in his hair. also the (canonical) navel piercing holding a chain across his waist unless he’s expecting combat elf ears means more room for jewelry!!!!!!!!! vyncent has 4 lobe piercings, a triple helix on the left, and quadruple helix on the right. well. had a quadruple helix. the top ring was torn in a fight while on an adventure, but at least he has a cool rip there now? theres also a flat and a rook on the left side. he got most of them just for fun, but similarly to prime, having a lot is a sign of toughness. the idea isn't conveyed much with vyncent though since his jewelry is gold/crystal and looks rather regal (my beautiful elf prince)

ashe winters can not go through metal detectors. she has a fully stacked ear from her lobe up to the tips of her ears on both sides. her lobes are 0 gauge/8 mm (puts hoop earrings through them for added swag). double tragus on the left. the other inside of her ear was unpierced, but she got a daith on the right after she saw dakota's (not in a gay way tho. definitely not.). she has a forward helix on the left to put a chain across because they don’t have the anatomy for an industrial. they used to have glasses, but switched to contacts to get a bridge piercing. double nostril + septum combo. snake bites that she likes biting at the inside of. before she got the daith, she got an eyebrow piercing on the right to balance the tragus. she has jewelry grouped into full stacks so it always matches. wears both gold and silver, but mostly black jewelry (it stands out best against the white hair)

[thoughtportal]

The origin story of the Black List is almost mythic: In 2005, film development executive Franklin Leonard sent an anonymous survey to every Hollywood producer he had met with that year, asking them to name their favorite screenplays they’d passed on during the year because the scripts didn’t match their needs. In the movie industry, producers often encounter the same set of screenplays, both because writers’ agents and managers blitz the studios with new work and because the executives share their favorites among themselves. Leonard compiled a list of the favorite unproduced scripts and, at the end of the year, sent the producers the results. It went viral. The top two screenplays on that list were Things We Lost in the Fire and Juno. Subsequent editions of the Black List contained Oscar winners Argo, The King’s Speech, Slumdog Millionaire, and Spotlight.

In 2012 the Black List added a website where screenwriters could upload their scripts for a fee in the hopes of getting them produced. And in September 2024 that website added fiction to its list of accepted genres—a move that could create a new pathway for novelists to get published.

Unlike the original Black List, the website requires writers of both screenplays and novels to pay for attention. Creating a profile and listing projects on the site is free; for $30 a month writers can post their manuscripts for agents, editors, and film executives to download, read, rate, and consider acquiring. Picture books, novellas, and short story collections are not accepted, nor is nonfiction, except for memoir.

An evaluation and rating of the first ninety to a hundred pages of a manuscript, performed by industry professionals with at least one year of experience, costs $150. The ratings are broken down into nine components: Premise, Plot, Originality/Creativity, Character Development, Dialogue, Setting, Prose, Themes, and Pace. Each manuscript also receives an overall score, which is meant to capture “the feeling you get reading something that makes you go, ‘My goodness! Everyone needs to know about this!’” says Randy Winston, the former director of writing programs for the Center for Fiction whom Leonard appointed to oversee the Black List’s fiction enterprise.

Writers can choose to make their evaluations and component scores visible to industry professionals, or they can hide everything except the overall score. If an overall score comes in at eight out of ten or higher, the Black List helps elevate the manuscript with two free months of hosting and two additional reviews, as well as inclusion in a weekly e-newsletter to industry professionals. Writers can apply for need-based fee waivers once a year.

Paying for an evaluation also makes writers eligible for the range of awards the Black List offers, including a $10,000 unpublished novel award in seven genres and a partnership with Simon Kinberg’s Genre Films to offer a $25,000 television or film option.

“We think of the Black List as a large metal detector going through haystacks everywhere,” says Winston. “A lot of agents and editors have a ton of submissions in their inbox; we hand them the good stuff so they can find something amazing.”

Winston hosts the Black List’s new conversation series, Read the Acknowledgments, a live visual podcast released a few times a month that features discussions of the business of books and writing. Each episode, recorded on Zoom, consists of two interviews with authors, editors, agents, booksellers, or librarians.

In one of its many collaborative ventures to reach writers, the Black List partnered with the Authors Guild to offer an online information session in October; the recording is available on the Authors Guild’s website.

Winston says that numerous literary agents from both large and boutique agencies have signed up to peruse the site. Some of them use the Black List as a more curated supplement to their slush pile. Jordan Hill, an agent at New Leaf Literary and Media, notes that for writers without representation, the Black List eliminates the work of researching agents and querying. And for agents like her, the ability to filter manuscripts by highly specific genre (fantasy and science fiction each have ten subcategories, for example) and look at other industry professionals’ ratings and evaluations will make it easier to find promising projects.

But for writers hoping to sign a major deal, the Black List’s rating system can also be frustrating—and what works for screenplays may not work in the same way for fiction. Diane Hanks, an author and screenwriter in Massachusetts, has paid for dozens of evaluations from the Black List for thirteen scripts she submitted in years past. Two of her screenplays were optioned but not produced; one of those became her narrative nonfiction book, The Woman With a Purple Heart (Sourcebooks Landmark, 2023). Her work ranks in the top 1 percent on the site.

“I send something in because I want to see where I am and what needs to be fixed,” Hanks says.

During beta testing for the fiction site last summer, Hanks was invited to create an account and upload a novel. But in her first review, she felt the glowing praise in the evaluation didn’t square with the low numerical marks. She also didn’t think it made sense to evaluate a novel based on the first third, before the big surprises arrive.

In the Authors Guild info session, held in October, Leonard addressed the reason for the sample length. If someone wrote a mediocre six-hundred-page novel, he thought it would be unethical to encourage them to pay for a complete manuscript reading. “If you ask anyone,” Leonard said, that first hundred pages “is a pretty good way to determine, ‘Is this something I want to keep reading?’”

Hanks recommends the Black List to other writers but advises them to make sure their work is top-notch before submitting and not to be discouraged by a low score. “I know so many people who just gave up,” she says.

One of those people is John Singh, a writer in Los Angeles whose agent could not sell his first novel. In early September he posted it to the site and paid for two reviews. Like Hanks, he received glowing feedback that felt at odds with the overall score of a five in both cases.

On September 24, he looked at every score listed on the Black List’s fiction site up to that point and calculated the average at 5.27. Not a single novel had received an eight or above. “They’re saying that nothing that’s been submitted so far qualifies as good,” he says. Singh thought it could be damaging to his efforts if the novel appeared on the site with the low rating, so he closed his account after just three weeks.

Leonard and Winston acknowledge that not every manuscript is going to be highly rated, but they believe that is the key to the site’s power. In the Authors Guild session, Leonard explained, “Our job is not to drive industry professionals to every manuscript. Our job is to drive as many industry professionals as possible to manuscripts that we believe to be strong. And if we’re not getting traffic for your manuscript on the site, you should probably stop giving us your money.” Still, for writers who are ready for the exposure, the Black List may serve as a key to a door that is all too often closed.

Jonathan Vatner is the author of The Bridesmaids Union (St. Martin’s Press, 2022) and Carnegie Hill (Thomas Dunne Books, 2019) and teaches fiction writing at New York University and the Hudson Valley Writers Center.

[karpad]

Once upon a time, we lived in thatch roofed cottages and cooked over barely controlled open flames. We had lamps full of oil or gas. Which we lit on fire for light, and poured hot coals into a metal box which we draped in cloth to heat our beds. As such, small failures in manufacturing, maintenance or attention could easily lead to fires. Now we have extinguishers and sprinklers and smoke detectors and OSHA and building codes regarding fire safety. While it is not strictly true that the only fires are now arson, for the purpose of metaphor it us much as if it were.

Once upon a time, the ground was hard and crops were less hardy and kept fresh only a few days. Weather was unpredictable. As such a bit of weather or disrupted supplies or regional problems could cause severe famine. Now we have industrial farming and fertilizer and canning and freezing. While regional food disruption is still possible, the only way famine can happen is either mismanagement to a criminal degree of incompetence or outright malice.

The fact that we understand this for fire and arson but do not distinguish between accidental famine of the past and deliberate famine of the present is telling.

Denial of resources needed to live is an act of violence.

[hackedmotionsensors]

Thank you to the people who stopped by my booth this weekend at LACC!! I know I was a little down yesterday but I think I was just tired lol as you are when you've been subjected to light torture that is the LA Convention center LED overhead lights lol me the whole weekend "There are FOUR lights"

Anyway everyone who stopped by was absolutely lovely. Every now and then at cons you'll get someone really nasty or rude or a weird table neighbor but everyone was super chill and it was great.

however lmao

The con ITSELF what a NIGHTMARE lol I mean I've been to worse TBF. And they did provide us with table cloth, trashcans, a helper badge and an extra chair (a minimal request but some cons don't provide that).

But they also didn't have any designated exhibitor parking (not that unusual) but at LACC its 30$ a DAY. Then when we go to set up....the tables were not set up like a normal con. Normally cons put tables right next to each other in one long row and then you have a long open isle behind the tables OR the tables will be fairly close to each other but with a walkway behind and space to slide through on the sides of the table.

lol.....they put a bar with a curtain about two feet high in between EACH table. These are normally at the end to keep random people from going down the isles behind the tables. We were basically caged in at each table. There was no space for even a regular sized person but yknow I gots a lot of stuff in my wagon yknow? lmao But also to set up I have two big suitcases and a photo stand. Luckily the guys who were behind me were comic guys so they just had their big banners and didn't show up until like an hour before the con. But it was SO INCONVENIENT. But also...if I had some physical disability I wouldn't have been able to get behind the table! Even if it was just....being very plus sized or a broken ankle. Let alone if you had a wheel chair or crutches yknow? Plus having a METAL BAR with a curtain on it in between EACH table is a MASSIVE FIRE HAZARD. And by fire hazard I mean if there was ANY sort of emergency. A gun attack (bc security was...a mess lol), an earthquake (ITS FUCKING LA!!!???? HELLO!?!?), ANYTHING that would cause people to need to flee in a fast and orderly fashion we wouldn't be able to fucking GET OUT!

And then randomly on the last day the bars behind a few of the tables in my area were just...gone lol And I definitely tweeted about it being a fire hazard but I have no idea if they saw.

ANYWAY. The security thing was ALSO a joke. Bc on Friday set up started at 8 and I got there maybe around 830? 9? and I'd been there the whole day. I ran downstairs some time in the afternoon before the show started and suddenly there's a guy at the bottom of the stairs saying I have to go through the metal detectors.

I was ALREADY in the building......what??? So then I go through the metal detectors. Bc of course but also??? if I had anything I would have already done it??? And .....I VISIBLY DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING!?!?!? I was only carrying my keys. I don't have a glock strapped to my back lmao hello??? And then on Saturday I get there around the same time before opening but just barely bc again I'm trying to park in south parking which is just underneath where my table is and they made me go outside through security again. I was like....fine I guess but I'm already annoyed. Bc I tried to just bypass it lol Bc its fucking stupid like I'm an exhibitor. But they were so poorly managed they had EVERYONE walking out the same door so the regular visitors had to go THROUGH the industry and exhibitor security check. And then I had to go back all the way around to the front main steps (if you've been to AX its the dealers hall steps where everyone is cosplaying) and back around down to H hall where artist alley was. And I had a bag with me. So instead of me giving my bag to the bag check guy or having a separate one for people without exhibitor stuff they just had me walk through the metal detector anyway like dude I have a fucking ita bag on me~!!!!!!!!! Half of this stuff is METAL!!! And the same thing happened on Sunday except THAT check was moved to the front doors and EVERYONE had to go there. LIKE!?!??!? WHATS GOING ON LMAO. SO I tried to hand my bag to the bag check guy. I'm like its got metal in it? They're like no no just walk through. AND OF COURSE IT GOES OFF BC I TOLD THEM!!!!!! IT WAS METAL!!!!

And also during set up....they put artist alley near the back near the backdoors where there was a "beer garden" and food trucks and honestly the over priced quesadilla I had was really good but still....my poor wallet... But during set up as it got later in the day THE WIND started pouring in and knocked over a ton of set ups INCLUDING MY OWN. All my charms went flying bc my POS photo stand (I'm throwing it in the TRASH) fell over and all my prints were sliding around on the slide rails so I basically had to re-set up my entire display. So...thanks for that LACC as well.

AND THEN. On the last day LACC decided to not provide access to a freight elevator for artist alley. I'm not sure if the other end of the exhibit hall had to deal with this but since artist alley was down in the H Hall side of it there was ONE regular sized people elevator. And EVERYONE was trying to use it. We had to PAY to use the freight elevator. And the escalators which would have solved a lot of peoples problems who used suitcases like me....they were turned off the ENTIRE WEEKEND. They weren't even broken. They were just OFF. I guess they didn't want to pay for normal ass access to the floor. So the line to use the elevator was stretched from near the main entrance of dealers hall all the way down and back into H hall. And a bunch of us were like fuck it lets take the stairs but these are HEAVY cases of merchandise, prints, suitcases, photostands. ANOTHER massive ADA violation bc if someone has to wait that long just to use the elevator or try using the fucking stairs? Or if someone fell and hurt themselves taking their merch down??? The second suitcase when we got towards the bottom my leg almost gave out. I'm not like......super fit or in shape but I'm pretty sturdy but after a LONG THREE days of doing a convention I'm tired and hungry and frankly weak. Absolutely fuckin ridiculous.

This con was so fucking disorganized and a mess to attend. Like also I admittedly paid late but they still didn't tell me my table number until a few days before the con and they didn't TELL ME. They made me download THE FUCKING APP to get the information. Because they didn't put any of it on their website. None of the maps or artists lists were online unless you were like Scottie Young or one of the Hobbits lol

Will I do it again??? MMMMaybe????? Its a local con so its not like its hard to DO but its such a mess in terms of organization and the sales just aren't super hot bc yknow...lol its a local con??? and to be fair I had mostly vtuber stuff and not like....comic con stuff. But I'm getting better at my table display. I still need to make changes to get it perfect and I have to turn around and make merch for AI:LA as soon as possible TTnTT

I'm so tired OTL

[enterindoraya]

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[beardedmrbean]

A Houston Police Department officer driving to work last month felt the buzzing vibration alert of a cell-phone sized device provided by the federal government as part of a grant program.

The buzzing was no phone call. It was a warning, about dangerous levels of radiation, right in the midst of the fourth largest city in America.

And the detector that found it was one of 2,000 carried in Houston – and 56,000 nationwide – aimed at preventing terrorists from slipping a radiation-spewing “dirty bomb” onto American streets.

Now, budget fights in Congress and a House majority seeking major spending cuts mean the office that supplied those detectors is on the chopping block.

During a House Homeland Security Committee hearing last week, representatives questioned the work of – and funding for – huge swaths of the federal security agencies, often focusing on border security.

But testimony that day from Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas brought to light the work of one lesser-known arms of anti-terror work: the agency’s Countering Weapons of Mass Destruction office.

He offered it as an example of where the system worked as intended, supporting a local agency to ward off disaster before it happened.

How 'hot' material ended up in a Houston scrap yard

As the detector buzzed Oct. 16, the Houston officer first suspected a false alarm. He circled his car back around to the same street. It went off again.

The detector, similar to a Geiger counter, was built to pick up gamma radiation. Soon, larger units arrived to help triangulate the radiation’s source.

DHS provides some officers backpack-sized devices. The agency says they can detect material as far as a mile away. It also provides truck-sized devices that can scan for radiation near major events like the Super Bowl and Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Houston’s sensors led them to a recycling yard on the city’s northwest side. There, the bomb squad isolated containers the size of paint cans. Officers only needed to wear specialized protective gear when they were closest to the material, past a “turn-back line” alerted by their detectors.

The radiation was not coming from a dirty bomb. It was only harmful within a few feet. But it was real radiation.

The source was Cesium-137, a material used in commercial and industrial settings. It is found in medical radiation therapy devices to treat cancer. As the byproduct of nuclear fission, it’s also found at the scene of nuclear reactor disasters — think Chernobyl.

In Houston, the radiation-emitting canisters had been used as flow gauges at a chemical plant. Instead of being properly stored, they had ended up at the scrap yard.

A crew carefully recovered four radioactive sources and transferred them to a U.S. Department of Energy storage facility near San Antonio.

Texas authorities are investigating the chain of custody of the material to determine how it ended up in the scrap yard and how long it had been there. Owners of the yard, which police have not named, will not face penalties because they cooperated with authorities, said Sgt. James Luplow, a member of the HPD bomb squad.

“This is not a very common occurrence. We routinely encounter radioactive material, but nothing at this level,” Luplow said. “It’s a textbook example of having a lot of people cruising around with these detectors.”

The ongoing threat of radioactive waste

Radioactive material ends up in scrap yards and causes major headaches for workers and those called to dispose of it.

In 1984, a scrap metal sale in Mexico led to one of the largest radiation disasters in U.S. history. About 600 tons of radioactive steel from Juarez ended up in 28 states. In that case, Cobalt-60 pellets caused radiation poisoning where junkyard employees became nauseated, had their fingernails turn black and suffered sterilization.

With a 30-year half-life, cesium isotopes can present a long-lasting threat if not properly disposed of at a storage facility.

Radioactive contamination of scrap materials happens far more frequently than people realize, said Jessica Bufford, a senior program officer at the non-profit global security organization Nuclear Threat Initiative.

“We’re concerned that a determined adversary like a criminal group or terrorists or lone wolf actor could steal a cesium device and use it as part of a dirty bomb to cause panic,” Bufford said. “It could be transported in powder form easily through water or air and spread over a large area.”

The material found in the Houston scrap yard was discarded waste, not a dirty bomb. But authorities say the need for detecting the radiation is the same in either scenario.

“You’d be detecting bombs,” said Luplow, the Houston sergeant. “But we’d much prefer to find it just in the material form, and it’s a lot easier to deal with.”

'No border security, no funding'

The Houston incident first came to light when Department of Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas testified last week in front of the House panel.

Without naming the location, agency or date of the incident, Mayorkas said cryptically: “a local law enforcement officer equipped with some of the equipment we provide to detect radiological and nuclear material was wearing a device that detected abandoned material in a very unsafe location that could have caused tremendous harm to the people in the surrounding community.”

A DHS official referred further questions about details on the incident to Houston police.

The Countering Weapons of Mass Destruction office within DHS, created in 2018, had a five-year sunset clause and will shutter without reauthorization by Congress.

The Biden administration specifically lobbied key committees to save the DHS office and the jobs of roughly 230 employees plus 400 contractors. DHS officials want to see the office permanently funded. With a budget of $400 million a year, the staff works to detect chemical, biological, radiological and nuclear weapons.

The office works with 14 “high-risk” urban areas: New York City; Newark and Jersey City; Los Angeles and Long Beach; the Washington, D.C. area; Houston; Chicago; Atlanta; Miami; Denver; Phoenix; San Francisco; Seattle; Boston; and New Orleans.

GOP members of the House Freedom Caucus have blasted the DHS border policy under Mayorkas and have demanded the cuts as leverage for change.

Rep. Chip Roy, R-Texas, and 14 other Republicans signed on to a letter seeking no DHS funding until the changes: “No border security, no funding,” he wrote in a letter to colleagues.

Without approval, the office was set to shutter on Dec. 21. The current continuing resolution passed by Congress and signed by President Biden last week punts that deadline to February.