#coke as in coal

[materassassino]

Gonna get my dad to recount how he nearly died twice in an Italian coke factory

how bad is the safety 3rd backlog? im writing out a fun* interaction with some EMS crews and got curious

*i nearly died in three separate ways

not bad enough, send your near death experiences to wtyppod@gmail.com

[vandaliatraveler]

Thomas and Douglas share a common legacy as historic coal mining and lumber towns, both of which reached their zeniths in the first half of the 20th century. The artifacts of area's industrial past, some of which are now being reclaimed by nature, are still evident along Douglas Road, which forks out of Thomas and follows the North Fork of the Blackwater River to Douglas. These include the beehive coke ovens that once lit up the night nonstop to produce coke for local blast furnaces. In addition to the abandoned structures, a number of coal company buildings have been preserved and added to the National Register of Historic Places, including the Davis Coal and Coke Company Administrative Building and the Buxton & Landstreet Company Store, which is now home to the Buxton & Landstreet Gallery and Studios. The area's bittersweet past includes a legacy of human exploitation and racial injustice. Like its brethren, the Davis Coal and Coke Company paid its miners in company scrip that was only redeemable at the company store, which charged inflated prices for goods and ensured it could reclaim their wages at a premium. The area was also home to the Coketown Colored School, a segregated school at the center of an important civil rights victory in 1892, when Carrie Williams, a teacher at the school, teamed with J. R. Clifford, the state’s first African-American lawyer, to defeat an effort by Tucker County to reduce the school’s term. The victory ensured equal pay and terms for African-American schools in West Virginia. The Coketown Colored School closed in 1954 when segregated schools were found unconstitutional.

[trobednation]

coke/coal total drama art🤭

REDRAW OF... JUMPSCARE..

THIS

COAL REDRAW OF

THIS 😭

[supplyside]

integrated steel mill

[digital-dryad]

girl, excuse me?

[mumblelard]

arlene or i have had a fast growing horde of the tumbling dooms stuck in my chest since i woke up yesterday so i am calling them out and pursuing their eviction with chai and pecan sandies

[urbexscenery]

Cokerie d´Ougrée, Abandoned cokes factory

De cokesfabriek aan de rand van Luik werd in 1957 gebouwd om de nabijgelegen hoogovens in Ougrée en Seraing te bevoorraden, als onderdeel van het bedrijf John Cockerill (voorheen bekend als “Société Anonyme d´Ougrée-Marihaye”). In 1967 werden twee Krupp-Koppers-batterijen in bedrijf genomen, en in 1983 werd nog een paar Coppée-batterijen gebouwd. De productie werd definitief stopgezet in 2014,…

[rawalwasiagroup]

The Evolving Landscape of Coking Coal: A Deep Dive for Industrialists

The Evolving Landscape of Coking Coal: A Deep Dive for Industrialists

In the industrial ecosystem, coking coal stands as a cornerstone resource, powering steel production and enabling infrastructural advancements across the globe. However, the dynamics of the coking coal market have been undergoing significant changes, compelling industrialists to stay informed and agile.

The Critical Role of Coking Coal

Coking coal, also known as metallurgical coal, is a vital raw material in steelmaking. It is transformed into coke, which serves as both a reducing agent and a source of thermal energy in blast furnaces. With the steel industry accounting for nearly 70% of coking coal consumption, the commodity’s significance cannot be overstated.

Shifting Geographies of Supply and Demand

The global coking coal market is shaped by a few dominant players. Australia leads the pack as the largest exporter, followed by countries like the United States, Canada, and Russia. On the demand side, China and India are the key consumers, driven by their burgeoning steel industries.

In recent years, geopolitical tensions, trade policies, and environmental concerns have reshaped supply chains. For instance, China’s restrictions on Australian coal imports in 2020 disrupted the global market, forcing buyers and sellers to explore alternative routes. Simultaneously, India’s increased investments in steel production have elevated its status as a major consumer.

The Sustainability Imperative

Sustainability is no longer a buzzword but a business imperative. Industrialists are grappling with the challenge of balancing production efficiency with environmental responsibility. Coking coal, being a fossil fuel, faces scrutiny for its carbon footprint. As a result, innovations in steelmaking—such as hydrogen-based direct reduced iron (DRI) and electric arc furnaces—are gradually gaining traction, though they are not yet poised to replace traditional methods entirely.

Price Volatility and Risk Management

Price volatility in the coking coal market is another critical factor for industrialists. Natural disasters, such as floods in Australia’s mining regions, or policy shifts, like Indonesia’s coal export regulations, can cause sudden price spikes. To mitigate these risks, businesses are adopting strategies like long-term contracts, diversified sourcing, and the use of financial instruments such as futures and options.

Technological Advancements in Mining and Processing

The mining and processing of coking coal have also seen advancements aimed at improving efficiency and reducing environmental impact. Automation, artificial intelligence, and predictive analytics are streamlining operations, enhancing safety, and optimizing resource utilization. These technologies are not just cost-effective but also align with the growing emphasis on ESG (Environmental, Social, and Governance) compliance.

India: A Key Player in the Evolving Landscape

India’s strategic position in the coking coal landscape cannot be overlooked. As the world’s second-largest steel producer, the country is heavily reliant on coking coal imports, with Australia supplying the bulk of its requirements. However, initiatives to enhance domestic coal production and diversify import sources are gradually altering the dynamics. Industrialists in India need to stay abreast of these developments to capitalize on emerging opportunities.

Strategies for Industrialists

Diversify Supply Chains: Minimize dependence on a single supplier or region to mitigate risks.

Invest in Sustainability: Explore cleaner technologies and adopt best practices to reduce the carbon footprint.

Leverage Technology: Use data analytics and automation to enhance operational efficiency.

Monitor Market Trends: Stay informed about geopolitical developments, regulatory changes, and technological advancements.

Engage in Collaborative Innovation: Partner with stakeholders across the value chain to co-develop solutions for sustainable steelmaking.

Conclusion

The landscape of coking coal is in a state of flux, shaped by economic, environmental, and technological forces. For industrialists, navigating this complexity requires a proactive approach, combining strategic foresight with operational adaptability. By understanding the evolving dynamics and aligning with sustainable practices, businesses can not only secure their position in the market but also contribute to a more resilient and sustainable industrial future. Rawalwasia Group aims to be a reliable and responsible supplier of coking coal, supporting the growth of the steel industry. Also controlling environmental impact and contributing to a more sustainable future.

[ilearnedthistodaysblog]

#1179 What is the difference between coal, coke, and charcoal?

What is the difference between coal, coke, and charcoal? Charcoal is made from wood, but coal and charcoal are both sedimentary rocks that are processed differently to produce different results. Charcoal, coal, and coke all have different advantages, disadvantages, and uses. Let’s look at them one by one. Charcoal is made from wood. If you want to start a fire, then wood is probably your go to material. Wood burns very well, assuming it is dry. However, if you want a hotter fire, charcoal is a far more effective fuel than wood. When you start a wood fire, the temperature slowly rises and the water in the wood evaporates. The drier the wood, the less water there is, but this is the first step. Quite a lot of the energy from the heat is wasted evaporating the water. Once the water has gone, the wood continues to heat up and releases carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide, acetic, and formic acid. These gases burn and that is the flames we can see. Once the wood gets to 280 °C, the heated wood reacts with the oxygen in the air and forms water, carbon dioxide, and other things. This is the reaction that produces the heat, although a wood fire won’t get hotter than about 500 °C. To make charcoal, wood is burned in an airtight space, something like an oven. Because there is no air in the oven, the water and the other gases evaporate and burn out of the wood without the wood itself actually burning. This removes the first few steps of wood burning and when you light the charcoal it goes straight to the producing heat stage. Charcoal can burn a lot hotter than wood, reaching temperatures of 1,100 °C, if extra oxygen is supplied with a bellows. Charcoal also doesn’t release smoke because all of the gasses have gone. It was thanks to charcoal that people were able to melt iron and the Iron Age started. However, charcoal is very expensive and bad for the environment. It is a huge cause of deforestation. If charcoal was the only source of energy we had available, the Industrial Revolution would probably never have started. Coal and coke come from a sedimentary rock that was made millions of years ago when plant life was compressed under great pressure and temperature. When trees die on land, they oxidize, are eaten by living organisms, and they biodegrade. When the trees are on wetlands, they die and sink into the water or mud. There, they are protected from the oxygen and they get converted into peat. Over millions of years, the peat builds up and more and more layers of rock and dirt build up on top increasing the pressure. The pressure crushes the peat and a lot of the water and gases come out, leaving the carbon. This is coal and coke.  The difference between coal and coke is their price, the impurities they contain, and their uses. Coal is the sedimentary rock taken directly out of the ground. We always hear that we are running out of oil, but we are not running out of coal. There are approximately 1.16 trillion tons of coal left, which would last 133 years at current usage rates. However, we are not using as much coal as we used to because of its effects on the environment. Coal was the fuel that powered the industrial revolution, but it is not perfect. It is plentiful, and fairly easy to mine, but it is full of harmful substances. When burned it releases sulfur dioxide, nitrogen oxide, and other harmful things, along with enormous amounts of carbon dioxide. It is a significant factor in acid rain, smog, and climate change. Coal also contains a lot of water, which reduces its maximum temperature to about 1,000 °C. Coke comes from the same source as coal, but it has been treated. It is burned without the presence of oxygen, in the same way as charcoal. This evaporates off the water and burns off a lot of the volatile gases. This gives coke the same advantage as charcoal because it doesn’t need to use energy evaporating off the water before it burns and it can reach a higher temperature. Coke can reach 1,200 °C. Coke is usually used in the steel smelting process. If there is a good oxygen source into the furnace, it can reach very high temperatures. The coke is better for burning than coal, but it is still bad for the environment. Charcoal, coal, and coke are all made of carbon, so when they are burned, a lot of carbon dioxide is released into the atmosphere, which makes climate change worse. And this is what I learned today. Try these - #272 Why did the Iron Age start? - #146 How do gas masks work? - #249 When did people start using coal? - #924 What happened to the water on other planets? - #564 What is the Jevons Paradox? Sources https://www.reddit.com/r/askscience/comments/ufvx6p/what_is_the_difference_between_coke_and_charcoal/ https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/coke-and-coal https://seetheair.org/2018/08/03/wood-fire-chemical-reactions/ https://www.reddit.com/r/askscience/comments/1qa6t2/why_does_charcoal_burn_hotter_then_the_wood_it_is/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charcoal https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coal https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coke_(fuel) Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-photo-of-black-stones-46801/ Read the full article

[35gofbeansprouts]

i miss games coming with the 30 page printed manual 😩 they were so fun to read for some reason ?

[reality-detective]

Thinking that countries can run on breezes is worse than delusional.

A two-megawatt windmill is made up of 260 tons of steel that required 300 tons of iron ore and 170 tons of coking coal, all mined, transported and produced by hydrocarbons.

They each consume 10'000 liters (more than 2600 gallons) of crude oil based lubricants per year.

When outdated, the wind turbines are being buried deep in forests, out of public view, due to the high costs associated with recycling them.

A windmill could spin until it falls apart and it will NEVER, EVER generate as much energy as was used in building it. 🤔

[timkontheunsure]

coke pun?

as in the type of coal.

I know Blitz is definitely getting stoned with something special.

But also he seems to be heating himself up to be a cuddly hot water bottle for Stolas.

And it does seem like Blitz could just nom burning alit coke.

[swifty-fox]

does Outlaw John ever take Outlaw Gale on a proper date? #mushhhhy

still circling my brain

John was a horrible liar when it didn't count.

Vibrating with a secret like a young dog asked to sit still, tapping his fingers over the nearest surface and grinning in quick eager flashes rather than a sustained joy. He held a secret like one held a hot coal, bouncing it between his palms and hopping from foot to foot with frenetic energy. It practically rolled off of him, the anticipation and excitement.

It didn't take Gale long to pick up on the tells, which lead him to thwarting John at every turn by guess. When he found Gale's favorite flavor of twizzlers he kept patting his pocket where the candy lay hidden. When he'd shoplifted an expensive brand of shampoo Gale had once mentioned he enjoyed his snapping blue gaze kept drifting to the bag by Gale's feet. When he found a handkerchief that perfectly matched Gale's eyes the other man kept adjusting the backpack so often Gale had simply fished around for the prize himself, deaf to John's protests.

To combat this weakness, John had taken to going exceptionally quiet and disengaged when hiding a secret from Gale. It was such a distinct difference from his normal behavior that the effort was entirely for nothing.

So when Gale slides into the passenger seat, two slushies in his arms - Blue and Cherry for John, Cola flavored for Gale - and sees the other man folding a paper with forced causality and looking out the windshield with exaggerated causality Gale just fixes him with a narrowed look.

"Gas is paid for," he says, and John grunts which has Gale biting the insides of his lips against a smile.

John pulls out of the gas station, graciously left unrobbed aside from the lollipop and handful of pixie stix burning a hole in Gale's pocket, and a new lighter for John, and a couple of bottles of coke, and a few slim jims, and -

Well. There wasn't a gun involved.

Gale gives him five minutes to break and when that's not enough begins casually casting his eyes around the inside of the car, tugging down the mirror and toeing the backpack at his feet.

"Don't," John says, "you're not-"

"I always do," Gale drawls.

"Stop."

"So just give it to me then."

"You're not gonna find it."

Gale leans his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes, settling like he might fall asleep, "Alright then."

Unlike John, Gale is very good at bluffing. He hears John huff and then fiddle with the radio. Drum his fingers on the steering wheel ina quick vibration tap against the worn leather. Rolls down the window . Fiddles with the crotchety radio again and starts singing along Hendrix's Hey Joe.

Hey, Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to?

"Is it a new radio?"

"Fuck you the radio is fine and no quit trying to figure it out. I've got you beat this time."

"Okay."

Tap Tap Tap. John switches the radio again, switches it back to Hendrix and blows a puff of hair through his lips.

"It's not a thing."

"I thought we weren't guessing."

John leans over and pokes him, catches Gale's hand and presses a kissto his knuckles, "We're not. I'm just telling you. So you can stop pretending to nap to try to get me to break. I'm not breaking."

Biting back another smile Gale opens his eyes again and sits up, crossing his legs up on the seat.

"I could break you," He said simply, drawing his braid over his shoulder and unraveling it absently.

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To his credit, John keeps his secret under wraps and though he peppers Gale with constant inane topics to avoid spilling his guts, it's really not much different than a John who's slammed twelve redbulls with the goal of staying awake long enough to get across all of Montana.

He'd been violently ill in a bush four hours in and Gale bit back his 'i told you so' with saint-like dedication.

Gale has spent the last forty-five minutes dozing as the sun slides down behind the horizon, answering John's yammering with hums and vague responses, and the feeling of the car stopping jolts him back to wakefulness. He'd left his hair unbound and the sweaty strands stick to the back of his neck as he sits up and looks around. Frowns

"I'm not camping in an abandoned fairground Bucky."

"This isn't Killer Klowns, relax."

Gale watches John shoulder a backpack, rapping one large hand on the roof of the car, before beginning to scale the padlocked gates.

Dropping his head back against the seat, Gale mutters a quick curse to the tan ceiling and unbuckles himself with vehemence, letting the metal buckle thwap against the door and slipping out the open window.

"I'm not saving you if you get stabbed, John," He calls while braced against the roof of the car.

John waves him off, dust clouding around his sneakers as he lands on the other side of the gates. Muttering under his breath, Gale follows him, nearly stumbles on the other side but recovers quickly and pops a stick of gum in his mouth to get rid of the 'slept in a car all day' funk at the back of his teeth.

The fairground isn't just closed, but abandoned. Skeletons of ten frames and grooves in the dirt where rides had once sat like ugly sleeping beasts. A ticket booth half smashed to bits and covered in grafitti, strewn bits of ribbons and muddy stuffed animals and booths that were once brightly colored but had long since faded under the years of sun.

It sets Gale's skin crawling and he almost hesitates to follow John between two booths.

"Would you quit being a fucking loon, John," He calls.

"Quit being a scaredy-cat Buck. Or do you not want your surprise?"

Muttering once again, he follows after him and into a half-crumbling building that probably should have been knocked down long ago. The entire thing seemed to be leaning to one side, with half the windows boarded up and the other so eaten over by kudzu there's no telling the color of the paint underneath.

Their footsteps echo inside and John pauses at the shadowed ticketline, reaching into the booth to snag a ring of dusty keys off the hook. Taking his cap off to run a hand through his sweaty hair and then placing it on backwards, he unlocks the mesh gates and shoves them open with a grunt.

He reaches back a hand without even bothering to check Gale's feelings on the matter and he scowls at the other man but take his hand anyway. Tries not to give into the fondness as John squeezes his fingers just slightly and offers him a guileless smile.

"Trust me Buck, you're gonna love it."

"I love twizzlers and the open sky and non-creepy fairgrounds with lots of people."

"You're gonna love it," John insists, dragging him down the hallway with a cheerful whistle.

Gale loves him, more than a lot and well past the point that felt scary. Felt like something that might fuck him up forever.

It's dark enough Gale can only see the vague silhouette of John in front of him but the other man seems to know where he's going because he ventures forward without hesitating until they come to an open circular room.

By the stains on the ground there might have once been tables and chairs, but now the space was empty. John drops his hand after another quick kiss to the knuckles and sets about tugging out a rolled up blanket from the backpack, spreading it out on the floor in a puff of dust. Gale watches with some degree of bemusement as John sets up several white chunky candles, like the kind they use in Christmas displays, lighting them with a jacked lighter, the flame stinging Gale's eyes with its over-the-top brightness in the gloom.

"Sit," John says, hissing and shaking his hand as the fire catches his thumb.

Gale eyes him suspiciously for moments more then slowly folds himself cross-legged onto the blanket, pulling his hair over one shoulder and finger-combing it as he looks around.

"How'd you find this place?"

"Partied here once a few years ago. Puked right in that corner," John points.

"You're ridiculously charming," Gale says dryly. John's face crinkles into a smile and it does something painful to Gale's chest so he looks up instead, curious to see how high the ceiling went. Catches his breath.

At some point, either for the attraction this building had once been or by a wandering artist looking for a safe place to spray his craft, someone had mapped out a detailed illustration of the cosmos. It sprawled across the entire spanse of the ceiling, disappearing into shadow and glittering where someone has stuck bits of gold and silver foil to the center points of stars. They winked and shone in the candlelight, like tiny rapid heartbeats.

"You wanna say that again but with sincerity this time?" John teases softly. Gale can hear the grin on his voice.

Gale looks down to find him pulling out a bottle of lukewarm wine he'd swiped last week without explaining to Gale why, a couple packets of lunchables and dunkaroos and two cheap McDonalds prize glasses.

"Is this a goddamn date?"

John grins at him again, popping the cork on the ten dollar bottle, "Surprise Buck."

yeah he do

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🔥 PROMETHEUS: TITAN GOD OF FORETHOUGHT AND CRAFTY COUNSEL, CREATOR OF HUMANITY, BRINGER OF FIRE 🔥

A/N: SURPRISE! Guess no one expected this huh?! Since Prometheus is not a virgin god and literally created humans and from the PJO books, I remembered him saying he loves humans, I thought there's no way that this Titan has not at least once fell in love with a human and had a child in turn. So why not throw a curve ball for a final bang! So here we go!! Hope you enjoy the last demigod h/cs of {Wave 2.0}!!!

MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERLIST LINK: [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

Prometheus claims he’s always been an ally of humanity so I’d imagine he has a few times mingled with mortals and produces a demigod every so often (that ranges every hundred years to maybe a century). So you are probably one of the few that exist, if not the only one in your time.

You arrived at Camp Halfblood much like the others and acted pretty much like a regular unclaimed demigod. If you came before the age of 13, there were many theories of who your godly parent was. The only indication who it might be was Apollo, given your regular visions but what confused the children of Apollo was that your vision shifted time to time. Your visions revealed many results but they weren’t clear either. If you are at least the age of 13 when you arrived, you weren’t immediately or quickly claimed, leaving other to still speculate. It is much the same speculation from before but things start to shift as you saw your claim again and again; possibilities of how it could happen and what came after it.

Your claiming arrived when you decided to go with the best vision you think of, and gathered the counsel of the cabin leaders and Chiron and Mr. D, with Hestia in the corner for some reason. You revealed your vision, describing it in detail then everyone gasped as they looked above your head. You already knew how it was going to go yet you still looked up. It feels like a bit out of an out of body experience when your vision is happening in real life. Mr. D choked on his diet coke at the sight as he cursed not having an alcoholic drink right now and while most of the campers were confused, the head of the Athena cabin enlightened you all. Then you all learned you were a titan demigod of Prometheus.

Blessed Hestia. You were (forcibly) summoned to Mt. Olympus on the pretence that you had to pay for Prometheus’ crimes on his behalf; you had a mini vision of facing the same punishment as your godly father. The crackling of the Hearth made you turn and you whispered Sanctuary, remembering something and you saw Hestia smile.

That’s when Hestia stood up, holding Pandora’s Pithos, and basically said because Prometheus was responsible for stealing fire for mankind, which in turn fell under her domain of the Hearth, it would be best if you served under Hestia and to tend and protect the hearth of Olympus and Camp Halfblood, while also protecting the Pithos that contained Elpis (Hope); seeing as Prometheus was the one who gave Percy Jackson the Pithos as a way they were giving up to the Titan Army. Zeus made his own unsaid narrative that Hestia said and decided that it was a fitting “punishment”.

While you weren’t happy about the situation, you knew you got the best result in the situation; your forethought visions flashing in your head like bad anxiety thoughts. In privacy, around the hearth at Camp with Hestia, she told you the truth; how before mankind knew fire, Prometheus took the coals of the fire from her Heath that she tended to on Olympus. She didn’t elaborate but you pieced it together that Hestia might have allowed Prometheus to take the coal and giving mankind fire. If that was true, then she was repaying Prometheus a favour…and in turn you.

You have the power of forethought which is different from having the power of prophecy and foresight. Unlike the children of Apollo and those who can see the future, you can see possibilities of the future and in turn are more frequent and are more vague in nature, rather than a singular truer future.

While you may have inherited the gift of forethought from Prometheus (and perhaps general clairvoyance), you also inherited his aversion and fear of large predatory birds; particularly Eagles and Vultures because of the whole getting his liver getting picked out and eaten every day. Its bad enough that when you just see the symbol of an eagle/vulture, you just nope out of there or feel the area of your liver is located pulsing and twisting in pain.

You would think being a titan demigod would deter people away; especially when it’s a Titan that’s been in direct league with Kronos. Well, it did at first but when they saw you working with Hestia at the Hearths, news of your forethought abilities led to you being accosted. It might have started when you talked with a daughter of Aphrodite who was loudly lamenting about her love troubles between two boys she liked when she burnt an offering to Aphrodite, and you absentmindedly responded that was one was a jerk, or was it when you listened to the rumblings of Athena kid  who burnt an offering to Athena, who was listing off possibilities and you gave your own two cents, but now people are coming to you at the hearths for advice and your two cents on the manner. That’s when you learned that you did in fact, inherit Prometheus' Crafty Counsel.

If you think you’re outcasted by being a titan demigod, you’re not alone. The children of Hecate start to come around to you and provide comradery as they explain that technically, Hecate is also a titan god as she was born during the times of the Titans, and was the only one among the Titans to retain her titan status under the Rule of Zeus and was honoured by all the immortal gods. So by technicality, they are also titan demigods as well.

When Prometheus came to talk to Percy Jackson during the war, he was about 7ft tall in his ‘mortal’ size, so there’s a chance that you may have inherited that height.

Being a child of Prometheus and sort of worshipper to Hestia, by choice and not, you eventually learn all the tea. Over actual pots of tea. People start to complain or gossip over the pyre, when they’re sacrificing bits of offerings to the gods, when they borrow your ear and two cents for a bit, and so forth. It feels akin to people chatting around the kitchen stove, and you’re the one that just gives a quip or two as you help serve some snacks and food. You asked Hestia once if this happens before you came in and you saw the twinkling spark in her eye as she gave a polite, sneaking smile.

Speaking of which, you eventually learn you have a connection with fire, ranging from resistance to fire to actually wielding it. You have no idea if it’s between being a child of Prometheus and with a connection to Hestia, but you’re not in a hurry to find out why in case this would only draw the eyes of the gods onto you; specifically Zeus. 

Your nerves were on fire, the flames being as powerful as the first fire for humanity; the importance and weight of its flames that was carried into Prometheus’ hands, its heat spreading into his titan veins and now passed down into you when sparked and kindled. It was going out of control, its flames threatening to escape from your nerves and spread to your entire body and consuming you entirely. 

The godly presence and wrath of Zeus consumed you, bearing down on you, his eyes piercing down at you as if you’re Prometheus himself and simply an innocent child who carried the sins of their father instead. You could feel the stormy rage the King of the Gods swirling around you, crackling and choking you in his storm, ready to pass judgement on you in the slowest way possible. 

You could see it all. All of the possibilities that Zeus and other gods’ punishments onto you, simply for being Prometheus’ demigod child, all of them were flashing in your mind. You weren’t sure if you were simply seeing them out of anxiety or was it your inherited gift of forethought from your forefather. 

Then a gentle hand stoked and tamed the flames, slowly controlling the flames from a crackling bonfire to a gentle warm, fire. You felt the calming hand pressured against your back, slowly patting your back and patting in a gentle rhythm. You let out a gasp of air, your breathing becoming less laboured and more tempered, your heart no longer beating in anxiety. 

The adrenaline was calming down and you stared at the flames of Hestia’s hearth, the goddess of said hearth had poured you a nice warm drink and pressed it into your hands. Her hands coaxing your death gripped fingers from your palms to wrap around the cup, holding your hands to it to provide warmth from the cup to warm your cold anxious palms and her warm hands warming the outside of your hands. 

The smell of the drink comforted you as you heard the occasional crackle of the fire. Then you remembered you narrowly avoided many of the harsh punishments by the grace of Hestia. There was some bitterness that you were still punished in the end and there was some logic in Hestia’s words, but at the same time, you loathed and understood it. 

“I know it’s not fair to you child” spoke Hestia and you snapped your head up at her as she smiled at the Hearth. “My brother, as wise as he may be, is still the god of storms and his temper lashes out like lightning to a lightning pole.”

“But why me? I didn’t have to do anything with the war, heck I was still an infant!” you protested. 

“You did not but Prometheus was and because gods cannot punish another god unless directly faced, so the gods can only rely and punish mortals instead.” 

You were about to retort but then you saw Hestia give a silent gesture, her eyes knowing yet warning. You shut your mouth as you sighed, drumming your fingers against your cup. 

“Then can I ask something else?” 

“What is it?”

“Is it really because Prometheus stole the coals from your Hearth that you and Zeus, I guess, that you suggested this…arrangement?” you asked, “To begin with, how could Prometheus even steal the coals from your watch?”

Hestia smiled and as she raised her head from bowing over the Hearth, you saw her change from child to an adult, and through the flames, you knew the truth. Hestia allowed Prometheus to take the coal from the Hearth that provided fire to humanity. Her domain expanded in turn because she allowed Prometheus to give mankind fire. 

If this was true, protecting you like this was a thank you to Prometheus in a way.

You stared at her wide-eyed and made an “oh” as Hestia hummed, before handing you a freshly baked roll. You took it and took a nibble letting the sweet honey coat your tongue and when you remembered about the cup in your hand, you realized it was still warm to the touch.

[girderednerve]

success, everybody, i thought about something other than vampires for like a twenty minute stretch. the something was: electric arc furnaces

about 7% of us coal consumption is metallurgical coal, which is used (after being coked) as fuel for blast furnaces. blast furnaces smelt ore and scrap metal, usually to make steel. most coal in the united states is used for the power grid & must be replaced with renewable sources, but it's a little more straightforward to see how that swap needs to go; we need better batteries & genuine investment, there are questions about where & how those renewable sources should be generated, & i do think that our power consumption needs to fall. it's less obvious how we might replace metallurgical coal, though, because we still need steel. electric arc furnaces are efficient, cheaper, smaller, and more capable of running variable loads than blast furnaces, but almost all of them are for the scrap metal -> steel process, they're not for iron ore -> iron -> steel. but we are getting better at making them! so i read through part of a DoE powerpoint & glowered at links to mckinsey reports about it. i don't know anything really about metals mining, mostly i've just read about coal & all of that from a labor safety perspective, but i'm very curious about the, like. engineering problems (and also still labor safety & environmental problems) presented by trying to genuinely transition away from coal, which we absolutely must do, like guys even UMWA is out here like 'we gotta stop pulling this shit out of the ground' [official position of union president cecil roberts is that coal miners & their communities need a robust 'just transition' away from coal, although some of that is just noticing the way the wind is blowing]