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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Starhopper's Logbook Entries Part 3

Part 3 everyone. I really love writing like this. It's different from writing Phoenix's story, but just as fun.

The Star Seeker frame type and lore was created by @dimorphodon-x (hope you like this)

Starhopper is my Star Seeker oc

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Logbook Entry 144:

Today, I helped the same Cybertronian, I call them boss, with their needlework I have helped before. This time though, the commission didn’t have an all too short deadline. Which means we can take our time finishing it. At least, that’s what they say. I would rather work on the commission and finish it, without wasting too much time on other things.

Maybe that’s why they couldn’t finish their order before, they spend too much time working on other, smaller projects, than finishing the big one. Which I can understand, sometimes you need to finish the smaller projects in order to have a constant income, but spending too much time on them isn’t good either.

Maybe I should tell them that? Would it help, if I pointed it out?

Probably not. They seem to be someone who doesn’t take kindly to criticism, even if it’s well meant. Just means I will work on the big project while they work on the smaller ones.

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Logbook Entry 148:

They got angry at me for working on the main project all by myself. Yelling at me and telling me how stupid I am for not being able to follow orders or how I shouldn’t have worked on their project and told the customer that it was already finished.

But it was already done! I finished it even before the deadline was over! I did everything the customer asked for, and still got yelled at by my boss. They said that if I would have waited, they could have done more, but there wasn’t anything else to be done!

I checked the customer’s request time and time again! Everything was just like they wanted it to be. From the embroidery pattern to the ruffle top! I even managed to sew in those fancy beads the customer wanted to have and made an extra see through shoulder scarf to go along with the commission, and the customer loved it! They were happy to get it!

But… I guess when the boss isn’t happy with my work, I shouldn’t do it the way I do it…

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Logbook Entry 149:

The boss told me today that the customer told others about my work and that there are a few Cybertronians now, who want to commission me. And then, the boss simply thrusted the data-pad containing the customers' requests into my servos and told me to go to work.

Which I did, but it wasn’t as fun as before. Mostly because the boss kept on looking over my shoulder, and when I didn’t do a good job in their optics, they would tell me to do it again and again, until it was ‘perfect’. And the other works should have been disposed of, but I hid them in my subspace. It would have been a waste, if we threw them away just because the boss didn’t find them good enough.

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Logbook Entry 155:

Work has only gotten worse.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that my boss is doing this deliberately. That they want to work me, until I can’t anymore.

Have I done something wrong? All I did was finish this one commission in time and add something extra. The customer even paid extra for the scarf! Or maybe it’s something else? I don’t know what it could be though…

And at this point, I’m too scared to ask.

Boss is too scary to ask anything…

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Logbook Entry 160:

The commissions are all done and I got my pay. Boss took more than half of it. Saying that I need to pay for all the material I wasted by making failures, but I didn’t care about that.

I simply took my pay and left. And then, I went to the local market, paid for a small stall and sold the ‘failures’ to the market goers.

They didn’t seem to mind that my needleworks were ‘failures’. Even those that looked crooked or unfinished were bought. Which made me very happy, because it showed me that others still like my work, even if it wasn’t perfect.

And after everything was sold, I packed up and left the marketplace. Going back to the room I was currently staying in and… well… I guess I'm still doing what I started.

Writing into you, Logbook.

But tomorrow I will continue my journey. There’s apparently a ship a Star Seeker lives on. Although, I doubt that I will ever find that ship. So I will simply look on the next planet.

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Logbook Entry 161:

Well, off I go to a new planet. I’m excited!

From what I’ve heard, the next planet is a really beautiful one. With crystal flowers that sparkle in all the colors in the universe, when the setting sun shines through them. Maybe I’ll be able to pick one. But which one?

Maybe I should pick more than one too, to share with my siblings. Once I find them that is.

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Side Note: I should also get one for my buried brother. I’m sure he would like one on his grave.

Logbook Entry 162:

After traveling a long time by myself, and the rest on a ship, I made it to the next planet. And the mechs who talked about it were right. It’s as beautiful as they described it. Maybe even more.

The crystal flower fields were as wide as the horizon and as the setting sun shone through the blossoms, the area and everything within it was basked in a gleam words alone cannot describe.

It was breathtaking and I stayed in the fields for a long time, before seeking an inn for the night. Finding one close to the field and paying for a week, before settling down on the berth and calling Ma’am. Letting her know about how things were going after our last call.

She didn’t seem all too happy when I told her about my boss from the last planet and how they treated me after doing, and I quote, ‘Their fragging work they probably were too lazy to do themselves.’ She then said that they were probably jealous of my talent. To which I asked ‘What talent? I’m only doing my work.’ And Ma’am answered with “I often forget how humble you can be, my magpie.”

I don’t think I’m humble, I’m just saying how things are.

I am just doing my work after all.

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Logbook Entry 163:

It might be nothing, but yesterday when I couldn’t fall into recharge, I heard a mech’s voice singing a lullaby.

It didn’t come from the room next to me. I’m the only one on this floor, due to the rooms being for taller guests and most guests using the smaller rooms upstairs. The voice also didn’t come from upstairs or from outside. It came from within my room. Specifically from the table by the window. And when I squinted, I thought I could make out a dark colored mech with golden accents.

Maybe it was just my tired processor, but I’m sure I have seen that mech before. Somewhere on my travels, but I don’t know where.

Either way, today I went out to the fields again and tried to pick a flower, but a femme stopped me from doing it. Saying that the flowers in the fields weren’t there for picking and that I should go to one of the flower shops and buy some there. So, I went there and bought some crystal flowers in different colors. The shop owner assured me that they wouldn’t go bad like organic flowers, which is a relief. When I finally meet one of my siblings, I want them to get a beautiful crystal flower and nothing that’s, well, dead.

And I told the owner that. Telling her about why I went on the journey and how I’m looking for my siblings. And the owner asked me to bend down a little bit, which I did. I was confused about it, but then she stuck a crystal flower to the left side of my visor. Telling me it’s the crystal version of a flower humans call ‘Magnolia’ and that it’s supposed to be a good luck charm.

I thanked the owner and paid for the flowers, before leaving. Storing them in my subspace, but as I did, I heard someone whisper something like ‘A white Magnolia… fitting.’ But when I turned around to look behind me, I saw no-one.

I then continued my day as if nothing happened. Searching for signs of my siblings by myself, or by asking those who live on this planet. And as my search showed no results, I returned to the inn and started writing down everything that happened as soon as I sat down on the bed.

But now, I can hear the lullaby again.

It’s calming…

Making me kind of tired… or maybe it’s just the day catching up on me?

Either way… good night…

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Logbook Entry 167:

I started working for the inn owner. He and his conjunx had some big troubles with a group of troublemakers and as I saw the leader of the group trying to hit the poor minibot, I got in between. Catching the leader’s fist in my servo and looking down at him. And I think I might have scared him by looming over his body.

I didn’t mean to do it though! It just happened, and after I let him go, and readjusted my spear in my other servo, he ran out of the front door. Followed by his friends.

After they were gone, I kneeled down to be at the minibots height and asked him if he was okay. But all he did was introduce me to his conjux as their new security guard. And I didn’t really say no, because the conjux looked relieved and they offered me food and shelter as long as I protected their inn from troublemakers.

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Logbook Entry 176:

Today was karaoke night at the inn! I have never seen so many Cybertronians flock to a place to sing songs and have a good time. Even the bar I worked for at the beginning of my journey had this many customers. It’s nice if some of them wouldn’t stare at me. But the minibot would always shoo them away, if they blocked the entrance by staring too long.

Either way, watching everyone have a good time and sing their spark out was fun! Even if some nearly made the glasses shatter. It’s kind of amazing how someone can produce a sound like that with their own vocals. Kind of makes me wonder if I could ever shatter glass with my voice, but the minibot and his conjux would probably get mad if I tried. So, I stuck with singing nicely when it was my turn.

And the night went really smoothly too. Hardly anyone made trouble, and if they did, I simply threw them out. Well, I didn’t throw them out. I kindly guided them outside the inn and made sure they would get safely home, before returning to my post. Some of the patrons who saw that would ask me if I didn’t want to work for them, but I simply told them ‘No’, before explaining that I won’t stay on this planet for long. Leaving as soon as the minibot and his conjux would find a new security guard.

After the karaoke night was over, I helped with cleaning up, before going back to my room. Spotting the same ghostly mech from before, when I laid down on my berth and started writing.

I think he’s the same mech I buried back on that one planet.

I think he’s the ghost of my brother.

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#ss frametype oc #starhopper #icarus #star seekers frame and lore made by dimorphodon x #oooohhhh starhopper is figuring some things out #also; I really took some time to read up on flower meanings and such #it was fun

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versary · 5 years ago

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now that all my assessments are done i’m Hammering out placement hours because i need to get to 200 before a deadline that has not been set yet but will be tomorrow when i meet with my lecturer but anyway on the 1st of this month when i had to upload all my current logbooks to the website i had 134/200 and today i have 155/200. that’s only 45 more hours! if i do 15 hours a week for the next three weeks i can get it! and that’s the argument i’m presenting to my lecturer tomorrow afternoon

#i was talking to that guy from uni who's doing some hours with us and he said he had to get OVER A HUNDRED hours #over 100 hours #i was like.............. what have you been doing ALL YEAR my man

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reneeacaseyfl · 6 years ago

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Research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way — ScienceDaily

Something odd happened in the oceans in the early 20th century. The North Atlantic and Northeast Pacific appeared to warm twice as much as the global average while the Northwest Pacific cooled over several decades.

Atmospheric and oceanic models have had trouble accounting for these differences in temperature changes, leading to a mystery in climate science: why did the oceans warm and cool at such different rates in the early 20th century?

Now, research from Harvard University and the UK’s National Oceanography Centre points to an answer both as mundane as a decimal point truncation and as complicated as global politics. Part history, part climate science, this research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way.

The research is published in Nature.

Humans have been measuring and recording the sea surface temperature for centuries. Sea surface temperatures helped sailors verify their course, find their bearings, and predict stormy weather.

Until the 1960s, most sea surface temperature measurements were taken by dropping a bucket into the ocean and measuring the temperature of the water inside.

The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) and the National Science Foundation’s National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR) maintains a collection of sea surface temperature readings dating back to the early 19th Century. The database contains more than 155 million observations from fishing, merchant, research and navy ships from all over the world. These observations are vital to understanding changes in ocean surface temperature over time, both natural and anthropogenic.

They are also a statistical nightmare.

How do you compare, for example, the measurements of a British Man-of-War from 1820 to a Japanese fishing vessel from 1920 to a U.S. Navy ship from 1950? How do you know what kind of buckets were used, and how much they were warmed by sunshine or cooled by evaporation while being sampled?

For example, a canvas bucket left on a deck for three minutes under typical weather conditions can cool by 0.5 degrees Celsius more than a wooden bucket measured under the same conditions. Given that global warming during the 20th Century was about 1 degree Celsius, the biases associated with different measurement protocols requires careful accounting.

“There are gigabytes of data in this database and every piece has a quirky story,” said Peter Huybers, Professor of Earth and Planetary Sciences and of Environmental Science and Engineering at the Harvard John A. Paulson School of Engineering and Applied Sciences (SEAS) and senior author of the paper. “The data is rife with peculiarities.”

A lot of research has been done to identify and adjust for these peculiarities. In 2008, for example, researchers found that a 0.3-degree Celsius jump in sea surface temperatures in 1945 was the result of measurements taken from engine room intakes. Even with these corrections, however, the data is far from perfect and there are still unexplained changes in sea surface temperature.

In this research, Huybers and his colleagues proposed a comprehensive approach to correcting the data, using a new statistical technique that compares measurements taken by nearby ships.

“Our approach looks at the differences in sea surface temperature measurements from distinct groups of ships when they pass nearby, within 300 kilometers and two days of one another,” said Duo Chan, a graduate student in the Harvard Graduate School of Arts and Sciences and first author of the paper. “Using this approach, we found 17.8 million near crossings and identified some big biases in some groups.”

The researchers focused on data from 1908 to 1941, broken down by the country of origin of the ship and the “decks,” a term stemming from the fact that marine observations were stored using decks of punch cards. One deck includes observations from both Robert Falcon Scott’s and Ernest Shackleton’s voyages to the Antarctic.

“These data have made a long journey from the original logbooks to the modern archive and difficult choices were made to fit the available information onto punch cards or a manageable number of magnetic tape reels,” said Elizabeth Kent, a co-author from the UK National Oceanography Centre. “We now have both the methods and the computer power to reveal how those choices have affected the data, and also pick out biases due to variations in observing practice by different nations, bringing us closer to the real historical temperatures.”

The researchers found two new key causes of the warming discrepancies in the North Pacific and North Atlantic.

The first had to do with changes in Japanese records. Prior to 1932, most records of sea surface temperature from Japanese vessels in the North Pacific came from fishing vessels. This data, spread across several different decks, was originally recorded in whole-degrees Fahrenheit, then converted to Celsius, and finally rounded to tenths-of-a-degree.

However, in the lead-up to World War II, more and more Japanese readings came from naval ships. These data were stored in a different deck and when the U.S. Air Force digitized the collection, they truncated the data, chopping off the tenths-of-a-degree digits and recording the information in whole-degree Celsius.

Unrecognized effects of truncation largely explain the rapid cooling apparent in foregoing estimate of Pacific sea surface temperatures between 1935 and 1941, said Huybers. After correcting for the bias introduced by truncation, the warming in the Pacific is much more uniform.

While Japanese data holds the key to warming in the Pacific in the early 20th century, it’s German data that plays the most important role in understanding sea surface temperatures in the North Atlantic during the same time.

In the late 1920s, German ships began providing a majority of data in the North Atlantic. Most of these measurements are collected in one deck, which, when compared to nearby measurements, is significantly warmer. When adjusted, the warming in the North Atlantic becomes more gradual.

With these adjustments, the researchers found that rates of warming across the North Pacific and North Atlantic become much more similar and have a warming pattern closer to what would be expected from rising greenhouse gas concentrations. However, discrepancies still remain and the overall rate of warming found in the measurements is still faster than predicted by model simulations.

“Remaining mismatches highlight the importance of continuing to explore how the climate has been radiatively forced, the sensitivity of the climate, and its intrinsic variability. At the same time, we need to continue combing through the data — through data science, historical sleuthing, and a good physical understanding of the problem, I bet that additional interesting features will be uncovered,” said Huybers.

This research was co-authored by David I. Berry from the UK National Oceanography Centre. The research was supported by the Harvard Global Institute, the National Science Foundation, and the Natural Environment Research Council.

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velmaemyers88 · 6 years ago

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Research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way — ScienceDaily

The research is published in Nature.

Humans have been measuring and recording the sea surface temperature for centuries. Sea surface temperatures helped sailors verify their course, find their bearings, and predict stormy weather.

Until the 1960s, most sea surface temperature measurements were taken by dropping a bucket into the ocean and measuring the temperature of the water inside.

They are also a statistical nightmare.

In this research, Huybers and his colleagues proposed a comprehensive approach to correcting the data, using a new statistical technique that compares measurements taken by nearby ships.

The researchers found two new key causes of the warming discrepancies in the North Pacific and North Atlantic.

Credit: Source link

The post Research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way — ScienceDaily appeared first on WeeklyReviewer.

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weeklyreviewer · 6 years ago

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Research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way — ScienceDaily

The research is published in Nature.

Humans have been measuring and recording the sea surface temperature for centuries. Sea surface temperatures helped sailors verify their course, find their bearings, and predict stormy weather.

Until the 1960s, most sea surface temperature measurements were taken by dropping a bucket into the ocean and measuring the temperature of the water inside.

They are also a statistical nightmare.

In this research, Huybers and his colleagues proposed a comprehensive approach to correcting the data, using a new statistical technique that compares measurements taken by nearby ships.

The researchers found two new key causes of the warming discrepancies in the North Pacific and North Atlantic.

Credit: Source link

The post Research corrects decades of data and suggests that ocean warming occurred in a much more homogenous way — ScienceDaily appeared first on WeeklyReviewer.

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amoqa · 6 years ago

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ΟΚΤ5 Processes - Διαδικασίες

Scroll down for English Με μεγάλη μας χαρά σας προσκαλούμε την Παρασκεύη 5 Οκτώμβρη στις 8 στα εγκαίνια της έκθεσης Processes της Tanja Minarik, επιμέλεια έκθεσης Tonči Kranjčević Batalić (queerANarchive). Processes Διαδικασίες Είχαμε την ίδια αφετηρία. Γεννηθήκαμε στον ίδιο γεωγραφικό τόπο. Πολλές χώρες αργότερα, έχουμε διαφορετικά διαβατήρια. Χωρίς πρόσθετες κυβερνητικές εγκρίσεις, μπορώ να επισκεφθώ 143 χώρες, εκείνη 155. Ταυτόχρονα, οι διαδικασίες που διεξάγουμε, αναζητώντας έναν τόπο όπου μπορούμε να ζήσουμε μαζί, δεν είναι σαφείς. Αυτό είναι ένα από τα εισαγωγικά κομμάτια που χρησιμοποιεί η δημιουργός για να υποδείξει το γεωπολιτικό και το βιοπολιτικό πλαίσιο από το οποίο προέρχεται το έργο Processes (Διαδικασίες). Επιπλέον, είναι αμέσως σαφές ότι η Tanja Minarik βλέπει την πολιτική από μια προσωπική και οικεία θέση ενός ατόμου που αναζητά έναν τόπο, μια χώρα, όπου θα μπορούσε να συνυπάρξει με την σύντροφό της. Από τεχνική άποψη, η πολλαπλών καναλιών εγκατάσταση βίντεο Processes είναι το έργο στο οποίο οι έννοιες του ιδιωτικού και του δημόσιου είναι αλληλένδετες. Το έργο Processes παρουσιάζεται από την δημιουργό διαμέσου ενός κειμένου με την μορφή ημερολογίου που ακολουθεί αποσπασματικά και αμφισβητεί τις διαδικασίες που μεταμορφώνουν και καθορίζουν την εμπειρία ζωής αυτού του ομόφυλου ζευγαριού. Τα αρχεία ημερολογίου ακολουθούν βίντεο καταγραφές των πόλεων μέσω των οποίων, εξηγεί η δημιουργός, θα μπορούσε κανείς να εξετάσει τις σχέσεις κόμβων, κενών χώρων και διαμερισμάτων. Μέσω μιας απεικόνισης πόλεων χωρίς ταυτότητα και ιστορία, το έργο Processes είναι η αναζήτηση του ζευγαριού για έναν προσωπικό ανθρωπολογικό χώρο. Η δημιουργός, που υποκινείται από την ανάγκη να βρει νόημα στην διαδικασίας που υποβάλλεται, χρησιμοποιεί κείμενα ημερολογίου και βίντεο, τοποθετώντας το έργο σε ένα ευρύτερο πλαίσιο σύγχρονης πρακτικής ντοκιμαντέρ. Η πρακτική αυτή, η οποία αποτελεί επαναλαμβανόμενο μέσο της δημιουργου για την ανάλυση της σχέσης μεταξύ πραγματικότητας και αισθητικής, αναγνωρίζεται από τους Erika Balsom και Hila Peleg στην εισαγωγή τους στο Documentary Across Disciplines (2016). Κατά την οργάνωση αρχειακών εγγράφων, τα οποία αργότερα θα καθορίσουν την παρουσίαση του έργου, η Tanja Minarik χρησιμοποιεί βάσεις δεδομένων. Αυτό επιτρέπει στην δημιουργό να αποφύγει μια κλειστή γραμμική αφήγηση και προσφέρει τη δυνατότητα στον παρατηρητή να δημιουργήσει μυριάδα αφηγήσεων ως αποτέλεσμα της κίνησης του στη βάση δεδομένων. Όσον αφορά το περιεχόμενο, το ντοκιμαντέρ αυτό ξεκινά από τη θέση του άλλου στην κοινωνία ή από τη θέση που καθορίζει η διαφορετική σεξουαλικότητα και οι διαφορετικές υπηκοότητες. Από τη θέση αυτή, η αναζήτηση ενός ομόφυλου ζευγαριού για έναν τόπο κοινής ζωής, κάτι που συχνά θεωρείται δεδομένο από την ετεροφυλόφιλη πλειοψηφία, γίνεται η διαδικασία που επιτρέπει μια κριτική στάση απέναντι στα πολιτικά συστήματα που ρυθμίζουν διοικητικά τις σχέσεις μεταξύ των ανθρώπων. Το έργο δεν υιοθετεί προκλητική αισθητική είτε ανατρεπτικό χαρακτήρα που συχνά χαρακτηρίζουν την κουίρ έκφραση. Ωστόσο, το έργο εξακολουθεί να βρίσκεται στο πλαίσιο της κουίρ τέχνης καθώς μεταφέρει το προσωπικό και ιδιωτικό στο δημόσιο χώρο, οδηγώντας στην πολιτική και θεσμική κριτική. Ήρεμα, στοχαστικά και παραιτημένα, το έργο Processes ανοίγει μια νέα προοπτική στο τομέα της κουίρ τέχνης. ΒΙΟ Η Tanja Minarik (1983) είναι κάτοχος μεταπτυχιακού τίτλου στο New Media Arts στο Ζάγκρεμπ και είναι πτυχιούχος στον Κινηματογράφο και Βίντεο από το πανεπιστήμιο Umjetnička akademija στο Σπλιτ. Ασχολείται με διάφορες πτυχές της τέχνης του βίντεο και του σχεδιασμού - εγκαταστάσεις, οπτικοακουστικές περφόρμανς, VJ-ing, μοντάζ και διαδραστικές εγκαταστάσεις. Εχει εκθέσει και παρουσιάσει τις ταινίες της σε σειρά ομαδικών εκθέσεων και φεστιβάλ. Με την queer φεμινιστική μπάντα Žen έχει περιοδεύσει παντού. queerANarchive: Το queer EXHIBITIONS είναι ένα πρότζεκτ που δίνει χώρο για τον κουίρ λόγο στην πόλη του Split. Οι εκθέσεις που φιλοξενεί είναι συνδυασμός τοπικών ��αι διεθνών καλλιτεχνικών παραγωγών. Η προβολή των κροατών καλλιτεχνών σε διεθνές επίπεδο οργανώνεται σε συνεργασία με την AMOQA, Αθήνα, Ελλάδα, Dreiviertel, Βέρνη, Ελβετία. ŠKUC, Λιουμπλιάνα, Σλοβενία. Από το 2010, το queerANarchive λειτουργεί ως συλλογικότητα που αναπτύσσει, ερευνά και εξερευνά την κουίρ κουλτούρα. Τα επιμελητικά και εκπαιδευτικά του προγράμματα ασχολούνται με τις ιδιαιτερότητες της κουίρ κουλτούρας κατά την εποχή της κανονικοποίησης των ΛΟΑΤΚΙ πολιτικών. Η συλλογικότητα είναι μέλος της πλατφόρμας Youth Split Center. Από το 2017 η συλλογικότητα διοργανώνει το qFEST, ένα κοινωνικό πολιτιστικό φεστιβάλ για τη στήριξη του Split Pride. Σε διεθνές επίπεδο, συμμετείχε στο Queer Art Lab Space ID Μαδρίτης (2013), Activist in Residence Visby, Σουηδία (2014), Young Queer Europe (2015-2016) και το Συνέδριο Unstraight Museum Conference, Στοκχόλμη, Σουηδία (2016). Ο χώρος και η τουαλέτα του αμόκα είναι προσβάσιμα. ♥ Processes In English: We had the same starting point. We were born in the same geographic location. Several countries later, we have different passports. Without additional governmental approvals, I can visit 143 countries; for her it is 155 countries. Simultaneously, the processes we are going through while searching for a country where we could live together are not clear - This is one of the opening segments the author uses to indicate the geopolitical and biopolitical context from which the work Processes originates. In addition, it is immediately clear that Tanja Minarik views politics from a personal and intimate position of a person who is looking for a place, a country, where she could coexist with her partner. From a technical point of view, the multi-channel video installation Processes is the work in which the notions of private and public are intertwined. It is introduced by the author through a text logbook that fragmentally follows and questions the processes that transform and determine the life experience of this same sex couple. The diary records track the video clips of cities through which, the author explains, one could contemplate relationships via nodes, empty spaces and interspaces. Through a display of cities without identity and history, the work Processes becomes the couple’s search for a personal anthropological place. The author, motivated by the need to find meaning in documenting the process she undergoes, utilizes text logbook and video images, which places this work in a wider context of modern documentary practice. The practice, which is a recurring interest of the artist in analyzing the relation between reality and aesthetics, is recognized by Erika Balsom and Hila Peleg in their introduction to Documentary Across Disciplines (2016). While organizing documentary records, which will later determine the work presentation, Tanja Minarik utilizes databases. This allows the author to avoid a closed linear narrative and creates a possibility to create a myriad of narratives as the result of an observer’s movement through the database. In terms of content, this documentary work starts with the position of the other in society, or the position defined by different sexuality and different citizenships. Coming from this position, a same sex couple’s search for the place to start life together, something that is often taken for granted by the heterosexual majority, becomes the process with a critical attitude towards political systems that administratively regulate relationships among people. The work does not adopt provocative aesthetics and subversive character that often characterize queer expression. However, the work still can be situated in the framework of queer art as it transfers personal and private into public, resulting in the political and institutional critique of the process, the critique coming from different sexuality point of view. Calm, contemplative and resignated, Processes opens a new perspective in the area of queer art. ΒΙΟ Tanja Minarik (b. 1983) holds a MA in New Media Arts in Zagreb and BSc in Film and Video in Split. She deals with various aspects of video art and design - installations, audio/visual performances, VJ-ing, editing and interactive installations. She exhibited and presented films on a series of group exhibitions and festivals. With queer feminist a/v band Žen she has performed everywhere. queerEXHIBITIONS is a program that opens queer discourse in the town of Split. The exhibitions on the show are combination of local and international artistic productions. Promotion of Croatian artists internationally is organised in partnership with AMOQA, Athens, Greece; Dreiviertel, Bern, Switzerland; ŠKUC, Ljubljana, Slovenia. Since 2010 queerANarchive works as a collective that develops, researches and questions queer culture. Its curatorial and educational programs deal with particularities of queer culture at the time of LGBT normalisation. The collective is a member of Youth Centre Split Platform. Since 2017 the collective organises qFEST, a socio-cultural festival in support of Split Pride. At international level the collective participated at Queer Art Lab Space ID Madrid (2013), Activist in Residence at Visby, Sweden (2014), Young Queer Europe (2015 – 2016) and Unstraight Museum Conference, Stockholm, Sweden (2016). The space and WC of amoqa are accessible to wheelchairs.

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jonathanbelloblog · 7 years ago

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Four Seasons 2018 BMW M550i xDrive Update

EL SEGUNDO, California — It’s been a while since we’ve posted about our Four Seasons BMW M550i executive express, but it hasn’t been for a lack of interest. The 5 Series variant has proven to be extraordinarily popular here at Automobile HQ. Though big blue doesn’t generate the same type of excited conversation as our Honda Civic Type R, it seems like someone always wants to take the M550i home, or out to lunch, or on an interstate road trip, which accounts for the 11,572 miles we’ve put on the car since its January arrival.

What is it that makes the big Bimmer so appealing? Associate editor Billy Rehbock sums it up nicely: “The interior is exceptional and I love the big sofa-like chairs up front. And I’m blown away by the powertrain’s smoothness and brutal power delivery. It’s a road trip champion that won’t let you down when the roads get twisty. I’ve started calling it the Rocket Couch because it’s so comfy and so fast.”

Senior editor Nelson Ireson disagrees, calling the M550i “A very sporty Lexus. Not a great BMW. Bland handling, numb steering, a dated and mediocre interior, no specialness to the exterior. I want to like this car, but ultimately, there’s nothing there to make me care.” Tell us how you really feel, Nelson.

Bridging the gap is senior editor Kirill Ougarov, who sees both sides of the coin. “Whether or not you like the M550i seems to depend on your expectations,” he wrote in our logbook. “Anyone expecting an M5-Lite due to the presence of the M badge is sure to be disappointed, but the finance bro who wants a luxury sedan with plenty of power and a booming audio system is probably going to enjoy himself. It does nothing to excite you on a tight road, but in the tradition of many an excellent autobahn stormer, the M550i eats up the miles smoothly and comfortably. When prodded, it adds some sophisticated Euro V-8 growl to the soundtrack, an increasingly rare treat in this age of engine downsizing. A regular 550i badge would be more appropriate. The M stands more for ‘marketing’ than ‘motorsport.’”

One thing no one will argue about is the Bimmer’s build quality. So far we’ve noted just one glitch: In March, we noticed that the passenger-side occupant sensor would sometimes detect a person in the seat when it was empty. We brought the car to Crevier BMW for its first oil-change—this was at 9,788 miles, the first service requested by the BMW’s maintenance minder—where the tech found that the sensor wasn’t properly secured and attached it with the requisite zip tie.

The dealership also addressed two service bulletins, replacing a tank leak diagnosis temperature sensor (whatever the hell that is) and updating the software on the ECU—and, of course, they changed the oil. All of the work was covered under warranty and BMW’s Ultimate Care maintenance program, so no money changed hands when we picked up the car. After we took it to the dealer, we noticed the passenger seat has also been what we think to be the source of an annoying rattle. We’re trying to get to the bottom of it.

That doesn’t mean the BMW hasn’t cost us anything. At 8,800 miles, online editor Ed Tahaney parked the M550i at The Citadel—this would be the shopping center in California, not the military college in South Carolina—and returned to find that someone had backed into it, damaging the right rear quarter panel. Did they leave a note? Nope, they hit and ran. Pacific Elite Collision Center in Long Beach erased the damage, and we were stuck with a bill for $1,281.60. Whoever hit our BMW, remember that karma is a bitch. We wish you well and hope you enjoy your next life as a boll weevil.

Feeding the M550i’s 456 horses has not been cheap. The car is surprisingly frugal on the highway—we’ve seen tank averages in the mid-to-high 20s—but in-town mpg is consistently in the mid-teens, and in hard testing we’ve seen as little as 7.8 mpg on the car’s readout. Overall, we’re averaging just shy of 18 mpg.

Now that we’ve managed to pin the BMW down for a quick update, it’s time to release it back into the wild. A thousand-mile road trip to Arizona by yours truly is on the docket. We’ll catch up with the Rocket Couch in a couple of months—provided it’ll sit still for a day or two.

OUR 2018 BMW M550i xDrive

MILES TO DATE 11,572 GALLONS OF FUEL 338.86 OBSERVED MPG 17.8 MPG FUEL COST TO DATE $1,335.76 AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.94

MAINTENANCE

Oil change $0

WARRANTY REPAIRS

Secure passenger seat occupant sensor $0

RECALLS AND TSBs

Replace tank leak diagnosis temperature sensor $0 Reprogram control unit $0

OUT OF POCKET

Collision repair $1,271.60

SPECIFICATIONS

AS-TESTED PRICE $73,095/$86,685 (base/as tested) ENGINE 4.4-liter twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/456 @ 5,500-6,000 rpm, 480 lb-ft @ 1,800-4,750 rpm TRANSMISSION 8-speed automatic LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine, AWD sedan EPA MILEAGE 16/25/19 (city/hwy/combined) L x W x H 186.3 x 76.2 x 65.6 in WHEELBASE 113.1 in WEIGHT 4,372 lb 0-60 MPH 3.9 sec TOP SPEED 155 mph

OUR OPTIONS

Cold Weather Package $800 Driving Assistance Package $1,700 Driving Assistance Plus Package $1,700 Dynamic Handling Package $3,600 Executive Package $1,200 Parking Assistance Package $700 Apple CarPlay $300 Bowers & Wilkins Audio $190 Gesture Control $950 Loadspace cover $150

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jesusvasser · 7 years ago

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Four Seasons 2018 BMW M550i xDrive Update

OUR 2018 BMW M550i xDrive

MILES TO DATE 11,572 GALLONS OF FUEL 338.86 OBSERVED MPG 17.8 MPG FUEL COST TO DATE $1,335.76 AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.94

MAINTENANCE

Oil change $0

WARRANTY REPAIRS

Secure passenger seat occupant sensor $0

RECALLS AND TSBs

Replace tank leak diagnosis temperature sensor $0 Reprogram control unit $0

OUT OF POCKET

Collision repair $1,271.60

SPECIFICATIONS

OUR OPTIONS

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roxibf764-blog · 7 years ago

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SSC CPO Recruitment 2018 Notification, Approx 1741 Posts Online Form, Eligibility, Exam Dates

SSC CPO Recruitment 2018: Hey people, we are enlightening you here that the staff decision commission will be released the official cautioning for the SSC CPO Vacancy 2018 for the posts of Sub-Inspector (SI) in Central Armed Police Forces (CAPFs) and Delhi Police and Assistant Sub-Inspector (ASI) in Central Industrial Security Forces (CISF). Those candidates who are interested and qualified can fill the SSC CPO Exam 2018 Online Application from the official webpage that is ssc. nic. in. Before keep on applying decision hopefuls are required to check SSC SI CAPF 2018 Recruitment from here or you can download it from the official webpage. The application strategy will be started from April to May 2018 as indicated by SSC Revised logbook and the SSC CPO SI Exam 2018 Tier I will be held in the time of June 2018 and Tier II got ready for October 2018. Substitute unobtrusive components related to SSC CPO SI Recruitment 2018 are given underneath.

SSC CPO Recruitment 2018

SSC CPO Vacancy 2018 Details

SSC CPO SI Recruitment 2018 Eligibility Criteria

SSC CPO ASI Application Form 2018 Important Dates

The best strategy to Apply for SSC SI CAPF Recruitment 2018

SSC CPO Vacancy 2018 SI Application Fee

SSC SI CAPF Exam 2018 Important Links

SSC CAPF SI Selection Process

About SSC: The Staff Selection Commission (SSC) which is broadly known as SSC is the Indian affiliation which was set up to enroll the staff for a couple of posts in the distinctive Ministries and Departments of the Government of India and in Subordinates Offices. Here you will see the broad amounts of posts which are circulated in the SSC Central Police Organization Recruitment 2018

SSC SI Vacancy 2018 Detail:

Name of Organization: Staff Selection Commission

Name of the examination: Recruitment of Sub-Inspector in Delhi Police, CAPFs and Assistant SubInspector in CISF Examination – 2018

Indicate No. of Vacancies: Approx 1741 Posts

Name of the Posts:

Sub-Inspector in Delhi Police

Sub-Inspector in Border Security Force (BSF)

Sub-Inspector in Central Industrial Security Force (CISF)

Sub-Inspector in Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF)

Sub-Inspector in Indo-Tibetan Border Police Force (ITBPF)

Sub-Inspector in Sashastra Seema Bal (SSB)

Associate Sub-Inspector in Central Industrial Security Force (CISF)

Class Wise Vacancy Details

ssc cpo opportunity 2017 inconspicuous components

Capability for SSC CAPF Exam 2018

Those candidates who will apply SSC CPO SI Vacancy 2018 they ought to fulfill the capability criteria as given underneath.

Enlightening Qualification: Candidates should have Graduation Degree from any apparent University or Institution are fit the bill for SSC SI ASI Jobs 2018.

Age Limit: The age should be amidst 20 to 25 years. Age loosening up provided for held order hopefuls as indicated by Government rules

Age Relaxation

SC/ST: 30 years

OBC: 28 years

Ex-serviceman + General: 28 years

Ex-serviceman + OBC: 31 years

Ex-serviceman + SC/ST: 33 years

J and K Domicile (General) contenders: 30 years

J and K Domicile (OBC) contenders: 33 year

J and K Domicile (SC/ST) contenders: 35 year

Physical Standard Required

Category Height Chest

Unexpanded Expanded

General 170 80 85

Contenders from Hill Areas 165 80 85

SC 162.5 77 82

General Female 157 – –

ST 154 – –

Female (Hill Areas) 155 –

SSC CISF Recruitment 2018 Important Dates

SSC ASI Online Application Form Starts from: Update Soon

The last date to fill the Application: Update Soon

The SSC CPO Exam 2018 Tier I held from: Update Soon

SSC CPO Tier II Exam: Update Soon

SSC CPO Result 2018 Declaration Date: Update Soon

SSC CPO Recruitment 2018 Application Process: CAPF ASI Vacancies, SSC CPO SI Jobs

Those contenders who will apply for SSC SI Exam 2018 they need to understand that you can apply for SSC CPO Recruitment 2018 through online by heading off to the official webpage before the last date slips. Underneath steps are given to fill the SSC CPO Application Form 2018.

Dares to fill the SSC CAPF Application Form 2018:

To the exclusion of everything else, hopefuls need to visit the official site.

After that tap on the SSC CPO Notification 2018.

Candidates need to select at the SSC site for any examination once. After enlistment sign on to the webpage and proceed for CPO online application shape filling. Note down your Registration ID and mystery key.

The contender needs to sign in and fill the general unobtrusive components intentionally and take challan to store SSC CISF 2018 Application charge.

Take a printout of Bank Challan and store in exchange out any State Bank of India branch.

The measure of the photographs must be more than 30 kb and under 50 kb with 100 pixels width and 120 pixels stature assurance.

The stamp must be moved in jpg organize. The measure of the check must be more than 1 kb and under 12 kb with 140 pixels width by 60 pixels stature assurance.

Fill entire purposes of intrigue intentionally and tap on the submit catch and take a print of filled SSC ASI Application Form 2018 for also references.

CPO CAPF Exam 2018 Application Fees:

General, OBC: Rs. 100/ - in a manner of speaking.

SC/ST: No Fee.

Charge exempted for all women hopefuls and competitors having a place with Schedule Tribal and Ex-serviceman

NOTE: charge can be paid through SBI Challan/SBI net keeping cash or through credit/check cards of any bank.

https://careerjobs360.in/ssc-cpo-recruitment-at-www-ssc-nic-in/

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rutisup-blog · 7 years ago

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Castle Rock Tanning Club

LOUNGE, BUILDING 155 – DAY (PERPETUAL)

I’m kind of hungry. Feeling exhausted. I hiked Castle Rock today. I’m wearing a Hawaiian floral shirt and Canadian themed ‘We The North’ pajama bottoms. Susan, Cam, and some other people are all sitting in here watching the new Kingsmen movie–it’s pretty engaging.

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My alarm clock wakes me up at 1015. I roll out of bed, pee, and brush my teeth. I talk to the old lady on the phone from 1045-1130 and then head downstairs to the galley for a fantastic brunch. The cheese platter is lit: I eat a Monterey Jack Cheese, a smoked cheese, and some other cheeses. Everything is awesome, I get a nice piece of prime rib with some horseradish. Pita chips (stale), guacamole. Fruit smoothie. Bit of coffee. I shovel it all in quick, I’ve got to meet some IT People for our hike at 1200. I sit down at a table with some friends, telling Tim about my hiking plans over brunch.

“Not sure if I can make it in time” says Tim. I look up at the gigantic Antarctica clock hanging up on the wall of the galley and see that it’s 1149. “If I’m not at the firehouse by 1205 then leave without me.” “Don’t worry, I’ll stall them a little bit”. I say.

I bus my tray and get my ass upstairs. I’ve got 9 minutes to get to the firehouse. I throw on my Extreme Cold Weather Gear (ECW), and get over to the firehouse. It’s 1200 on the dot when I get there. I walk into the check-out area, only to find out that I’m the only one there.

“Just meeting some people here…checking out for Rutsky”. “Oh, was that the foot-plan supposed to leave at 11?” says the fat man behind the counter, swiveling lazily in his chair to face me. “Yeah, that’s us.” I say. “That ship has sailed. They got tired of waiting, so they went like this” giving me a big thumbs down and making a raspberry sound.” Thanks dickhead, I think to myself. “So you gonna find a wingman to go with you?” he says. “I just happen to have someone in mind” I say, walking out of the firehouse.

Fuck em all, big and small–that’s what my Grandpa used to say. I get back to my room and look up Tim’s extension on the Intranet. It’s just a big long list of names followed by their work extension, room extension, pager number, and if they’re a day sleeper or have a day sleeping roommate–well thought out, simple, effective.

The phone rings a few times and then he picks up. “Still down for Castle Rock?” “Hell yeah!” “Okay man, swing by my room when you’re ready, #233.” “Sounds good man”.

Before long, Tim knocks on the door. “Ready to rock? “Yeah!”. We head downstairs, making a run through the galley to raid the grab-n-go coolers. I settle on a piece of challah french toast, while Tim grabs a bunch of Chex Mix packets. We descend the stairs from the galley into the main entryway AKA ‘hand wash area’ which kind of this de-facto crossroads that you end up running into everyone at. There’s always a few people staring at the flight information screen like zombies, getting updates on their flights off-continent, to the South Pole, or various other stations and camps. Weather impacts all of these flights and they’re often delayed–day after day.

We see Brittany–the station’s only hairdresser–down there, looking at the flight manifest. She’s on the verge of tears–poor girl. She’s been NonPhysicallyQualifed(NPQd) after saying too much at the medical center, and is getting sent home. She really doesn’t want to go, but it’s not up to her. It’s for something really silly too. She was looking for her name on the passenger manifest, and they hadn’t even updated it with her name–they were really moving fast. “Maybe there’s some sort of mistake”. She’s still kind of in the denial phase. I hold out my arms and give her a long hug–she needs it.

It’s been nearly 30 minutes since I initially got back from the firehouse–and now we’re finally out of there. We walk over to the firehouse and back into the check-out room for the second time today. It takes the guy behind the desk about five seconds to register that I’ve returned with a wingman.

“OK, I’m back. I’m ready to check out”. “Oh, did you file a new eFootPlan?” “Uh, no. I already made one.” “Oh…we cancelled that one. You need to file a new one” “OK. Can’t we just do it here?” “Ohhhh no” he says, shaking his head left to right. “Nope, can’t do it here” he says. He’s really reveling in it. I feel like I’m in an episode of South Park–the Time Warner Cable one specifically. This guy really is a pain in the ass.

We have to walk back to where we started at Bldg. 155 to log into a kiosk computer. “I’m gonna get some Red Bulls” says Tim. “I got this, I’ll file the footplan” I respond. I log in and file the footplan right quick. Tim still is in the shop. I walk over, and he’s just in the middle of explaining that two of those four Red Bulls are for a friend. You’re only allowed a ration of two Red Bulls a day down here, and the store girl doesn’t fully believe him.

He’s got the bulls, and we’re finally ready to get the heck outta here–It’s 1300. So we set off. I want to grab my water bottle from my office, so we stop at the Network Operation Center (NOC) and I give Tim a tour of the data center. It’s a bunch of servers and stuff, it’s the heart of the station’s network. I grab my sippy nozzle water bottle–one of those ones where you push a button and the nozzle flips up–and we get out of there.

We start walking uphill, out of the station. We walk up past the Vehicle Maintenance Facility (VMF) where Tim works, he wants to pop in and see if he can grab a speaker. We enter, walking through a dark hallway, almost in complete darkness. He tries the office door, it’s locked. “Ah damn. Well, want a tour?” Sure, I say and we open the double doors to the floor of the VMF.

It’s a huge garage, the biggest damn garage I’ve ever seen. The ceilings are like 50 feet tall, and there’s got to be like 12 vehicle bays. This is a place that giant cranes, tractors, and machinery gets worked on alongside the relatively tiny Ford F-250s. There’s an oil room, and it’s just…full of oil. “We go through a lot of fluids here” says Tim. The garage is completely empty on this Sunday–the day of rest for most of the station. There’s a giant tractor engine on the floor of one of the bays, hoisted there by one of two giant cranes that move around the garage by sliding on steel girders.

Part of the VMF

We depart shortly after, walking back through the dark corridor before seeing the blinding brightness of that Antarctic sun. We walk down that muddy road, climbing upwards into the hills and out of town. We pass the haz-waste dump and its big white bunny tent labeled ‘Building 250’. Some barrels ratcheted tight on pallets are on one side of the road. We continue upwards–I’ve never been this way.

Soon, we follow the curve of the road, a giant pile of rocks comes up on the left side of the road. We’re officially out of town now. I glance behind me at the distant McMurdo–shitstained buildings upon beautiful mountains and sea ice–it’s a beautiful day.

We’re getting closer to the ‘golf ball’ a great white radome NASA operates. Other radomes that are hidden by the hills become visible as well, including a big black one I’ve never seen before. We continue onwards, the radomes getting bigger as we get closer to Arrival Heights–a restricted area.

Soon enough we come upon the turn-off for Castle Rock. We cut right, cya later radomes. A few minutes later and the sound of snow crunching under our boots returns–we’re out of the mud. It feels nice.

NASA’s ‘golf ball’ radome on Arrival Heights.

There’s a bunch of icy patches on the snow, and Tim eats shit a few times. A beautiful blue frozen pond is on our left, an ice as blue as my eyes. Past the pond is a ridge surrounding it, over top of which we can see the mountains of the Antarctic mainland–The Royal Society. As we continue upwards, the view only gets better.

The iciness continues to increase, so naturally Tim and I try to run and slide down the icy patches. My big red and standard issue snow overalls are pretty slick, so I slide right down the ice. Tim is less slippery, his denim Carhardt gear offering a little more friction. I record Tim’s slide down the ice, and of course I stop recording right as he eats shit on his way back up–such is life.

We continue onwards, beautiful white snow all around us as we move further and further up the hill. We come upon one of the warming huts, or ‘apples’ as they’re colloquially called. They looks like apples. We check out the inside, finding a bed, desk, sleeping bag, and a log book.

Warming Hut AKA Apple

Inside of the apple

I peruse the logbook, seeing that the group of five in the distance ahead of was the the ‘RAID drill crew’ (Rapid Access Ice Drill), and then before them were two entries from my original party–those impatient ones. Two weeks ago it looks like Kirsten and Kevin had a wine and pizza date nite. We wonder how many people have banged in here. It’s sweaty in here, my sunglasses fog up quickly.

Castle Rock ahead, with Mount. Erebus in the background.

We carry onwards. It’s all beautiful white snow around us as we march up the hill. We continue over the hill, seeing the huge Castle Rock in the distance. It looks..deceptively close. Small dots ahead of us reveal the true scale of the landscape, ant sized people off in the distance.

To the left is the Ross Sea Ice, and to the right is the white barren Ross Ice Shelf, with the tiny groupings of building in the distance making up William’s (Willy) Airfield and Long Duration Balloon Facility (LDB). Mt. Erebus is off in the background, smoking faithfully like the Marlboro Man. A small little red dot in the distance is another “apple”. We continue onwards, armed with nothing but good conversation.

We talk about life, and more importantly–Mexican food. Tim tells me a crazy story about his boss’s daughter. We continue on like this for about an hour, eventually reaching The Rock. We turn left, climbing the grade up to the rock. The sound of snowmobiles becomes present–how strange. Not long after you hear them, you can smell them. I spy one going up the hill to the base of the rock. We continue ascending up the hill on foot, staring in awe at the massiveness of the rock now that we’re right up on it. It looks like a rock could just snap off and crush me an instant. It’s 100 feet of shear volcanic rock–the same color of all the soil around town. This is just one gigantic piece of dirt.

Castle Rock

We dodge more icy patches, making it up to the rock and finding eight snowmobiles all parked in the snow. There’s a bunch of people wearing big reds standing upon the rock ledge to the right of mighty Castle Rock. We follow their lead, scrambling up the rocks and mounting the ridge. As we get upon it, we see the beauty of the Ross Sea Ice. Wow…it all comes into view, looking so vast and beautiful. I can see the sprawling sea ice, and for the first time I can see where the water meets the sea ice. I can see the ocean, and the mountains on the other side of it: Sharp, stark, and grand.

Ross Sea

There’s this group of people who came on snowmobiles. They’re all wearing their ECW, four of the group members were even wearing bunny boots. Bunny boots totally suck. They’re big, clunky, and exhausting to walk in. Their sole purpose seems to be to keep your feet hot and sweaty. My pair will be under my bed for the forseeable future.

This older fella with the group seems to be their tour guide, which is kind of strange. The whole snowmobiles up to Castle Rock thing is strange as well, but we’re going with it. One of the people in the group has these cool silver Anon snowboarding goggles on, we overhear him saying that they’re “pretty good for finding meteorites with”. Whatever the heck is going on with these people, they must be important.

Surrounded by beauty on all sides, I bust out my camera, taking photos of everything.

Snack time. I dig into my top left pocket–the one above the USAP Logo sewn onto my jacket–to retrieve that piece of challah french toast I took from the galley earlier. I nibble away at that sweet piece of kosher french toast, feeling satisfied.

I’m using my 10-22mm lense for the wide shots, and the 55-250mm for distance shots. It’s all fairly breathtaking. The group of red parka laden individuals lingers, also enjoying this beautiful place. The temptation to venture up further looms, but we have to control ourself a little around these people. Can’t look like we’re having too much fun, that’s simply not allowed down here.

The spot

There’s this ridge, a little lip off the side of the rock formation, and then a steep drop off, this hill sinking right into the Ross Sea–currently frozen over. Tim lies down on the ridge, his feet slightly over the edge. The lip is maybe a 35 degree slant downwards, essentially a slide right off the cliff. I join him on the lip, him and I both lying on the volcanic rock on the edge of the formation, looking out into the vast unknown.

“Man, I just want to have some of this vodka, but I’m not sure if I should around these people” says Tim. A few minutes of idle banter pass between us before there’s a lull in the conversation. “Fuck it, I’m getting the flask” says Tim.

He gingerly climbs up off the slide, cutting through the group of red parkas to his issued denim Carhardt jacket. I continue to stare out at the scenery, my camera parked to the side of me. A minute later he carefully eases himself back down to a laying position on the slide–flask in hand. He gently places the flask up on some rocks between us. Everything about our position here is precarious.

I feel like it’s as if we’re sitting beside each other at a movie theater, but Planet Earth: Antarctica is playing live right infront of us, a shared flask on the ‘armrest’ between us. Tim pulls out a can of Red Bull, placing it gently on the slide. Miraculously it stands upright, seeming oddly secure. It’s like this ledge was placed here just for this purpose.

Tim perched lying on the lip

We’re completely oblivious to the group of people milling around four feet behind us, the lip we’re laying on shielding us from them–it’s just us and nature. It’s beautiful out today, so beautiful that we’ve long shed our jackets. I’m wearing just a floral t-shirt with overalls on. I’m getting some color, my dark arm hairs beginning to bleach blonde in the sun. I could come back here and do some tanning.

Just then Tim says “Man, we could tan out here”. He practically read my mind. “Yeah dude! Castle Rock Tanning Club–CRTC” I respond.

And that was all it took. We formed the CRTC right there. Plans were made for follow-up visits, logos, picnic gear, and tanning cut-outs. Why not get a tan in one of the most unlikely places in the world to get one. The flask and Red Bull gets slyly passed back and forth. We can hear snowmobiles firing up, and not too soon after, we can smell it as well. The VIPs were heading off. As they take off into the distance, two birds appear. They swoop around right near us. Fear sets in–these are Skuas, the scavenger of the Antarctic, and vicious attacker of meal trays. We tense up a bit.

Upon second inspection, these birds are no skuas. They’re completely white and not nearly as large. They’re beautiful. “What the…what birds are these? They’re extremely white!” Tim and I leap up with excitement–well as much as you can leap up when you’re perched on the side of a cliff. I grab my camera–wide lens on–and start snapping away. “I’m gonna get the zoom lens!” I yell excitedly. “Do it!” says Tim as I’m scrambling over the edge back over to my camera bag. I’m fumbling with the lenses, try to get that zoom lens on quick. Twist, click–It’s on. I raise the lens up, and pop off the lens cap. I look through the viewfinder and start focusing…just as the birds fly over the top of Castle Rock…Damn it.

“Ahhh…” we looks at each other with the disappoinment that usually elicits a ‘dang’. We wait about 30 seconds on the ready, flexed in anticipation for their return over the top. I slowly lower my lens–those birds were gone. They must have just come to see what the commotion was down there with the snowmobiles. “Of course they fly away just as I’m ready”.

A mysterious white bird. (Snow Petrel)

We climb back onto the slide, swigging more vodka and Red Bull. I use the zoom lens to photograph some features of the sea ice. I find a lone hagglund driving on the ice, looking like a speck of dust all the way down there.

We laugh it up, enjoying the great weather. I’m suddenly cognizant of the time. We’ve got to be back by 18:00 or else they’ll send a search and rescue team to come find us. I lost the radio back on the trail so I can’t extend our footplan. 16:10 rolls by and the breeze starts to pick up. It’s no longer tanning weather. I climb off the lip, the breeze up here getting pretty chilly with just a t-shirt. I throw on my big red and zip that fucker up.

A lonely hagglund out on the sea ice.

Time to roll out. We walk back down the way we came, passing some skiiers. We crack jokes and take pictures. I’ve really gotta pee–can’t hold it any longer. I’ve forgotten my “P Bottle” so I awkwardly ask Tim if I can use his. There’s no one else around, even though we can see for 50 miles. I unscrew the cap and relieve myself into the bottle, filling it up about a quarter. I put the bottle back in Tim’s bag, feeling bad that he has to carry my pee around with him.

Further on down the trail we come back across the frozen blue ice lake, and I’ve gotta piss again.

“Yo dude…can I hit that bottle up again?” I ask. “Again?!” “Yeah dude, I’m dancin’ here”.

I nearly overflow the Nalgene sized bottle, an inch of “head” coming right up to the rim of the botttle. “It’s like I’m at the doctor’s office” I joke. “Leave it on the back of the toilet” laughs Tim.

A black radome

Onwards. We pass another group. “Hey, you guys didn’t happen to lose a radio?” the girl says to me. “Yeah, there it is!” I say excitedly, taking back radio #16, distinctive for its powder blue penguin duct tape wrapped around it’s antennae.

We continue onwards, walking downwards. A black radome and two white radomes are on the ridges around us. Beautiful mountains up on the horizon past that. We slide down the ice again for old times sake and then carry on. We continue down towards town, walking on gravel now, the snow behind us.

McMurdo from afar.

McMurdo comes into view as we round the bend, a blight upon the beautiful landscape. It looks like a shanty-town.

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From the moment Orville and Wilbur Wright successfully tested their first flying machine, the world has been fascinated by pioneer pilots who helped bring about the aviation age. While you have heard of pioneers and history-makers, you probably have not heard much about pilots who were just doing their job. Many pilots went well beyond their ordinary abilities and performed amazing feats in order to save doomed planes. These unsung heroes were pilots who did something more important than simply change history—they saved lives, in these cases, hundreds of innocent people. Here are ten cool cases that will forever stay in your mind.

#1 Capt. Robert Schornstheimer Number of Lives Saved: 89 passengers and 6 out of 7 crew members; only one fatality On April 28, 1988 on a short plane ride from Hilo to Honolulu, passengers were terrified to witness the roof and wall of their cabin rip apart, leaving them exposed to the air, protected only by their seat belts. Since the plane was flying at 7,300 meters altitude, passengers were assaulted by 500 kph winds, meaning the cold, oxygen-deprived air itself was a threat. Because phone wires were cut, some attendants and passengers believed the pilot was dead. The Queen Liliuokalani plane took off without incident. While over Maui, a part of the roof ruptured and the aircraft began to roll. Schornstheimer steered the plane to the closest airport, and oversaw an emergency landing. What makes his story even more amazing is that there was no disaster plan for this scenario. Captain Schornstheimer improvised everything. Sixty-five passengers were injured but only one crew member died. This captain’s fast-thinking mind and courage, even amid a crumbling plane, were inspiring to the plane’s survivors.

#2 Capt. Chesley B. ‘Sully’ Sullenberger Number of Lives Saved: 155 passengers and crew members Sullenberger was in control of Airbus A320 or “Flight 1549” from New York LaGuardia to Charlotte/Douglas International Airport in Charlotte. Everything was fine until the captain reported to air traffic control that they hit a flock of birds, which knocked out their engines. The engines caught fire, and before long returning to the first airport or making it to a nearby airport were out of the question. There was only one place to go: into the Hudson River and it was a big risk. He told the plane’s passengers to brace up and then, along with his co-pilot, orchestrated an emergency landing in the water. The captain was the last man to leave the plane, as he ensured all of the passengers were rescued before taking the maintenance logbook from the river-floating wreckage. Though it was, in the captain’s words, the “worst sickening, pit-of-your-stomach, falling-through-the-floor feeling”, he survived it and saved 155 people from a terrifying death landing.

#3 Capt. Alfred C. Haynes Number of Lives Saved: 185 surviving passengers out of 296 United Airlines Flight 232 took its last flight on July 19, 1989. It was set to go from Denver’s Stapleton International Airport to O’Hare International Airport in Chicago. However, the DC-10 model crash-landed in Iowa after the failure of its tail-mounted engine, which later ruined flight controls. This story did not have a happy ending, since 111 of the 296 passengers died, but it is still considered a heroic achievement by historians and aviators who are amazed at the fact that anyone survived a landing that did not have conventional control working for it. Before long, the engine failed and hydraulic systems followed, after being hit by shrapnel. The pilot and his crew managed to take limited control of the plane despite losing power over most of the controls. Using one engine at a time and making steering adjustments, the pilot and crew were able to adjust altitude, long enough to land at the Sioux Gateway Airport. They had no working flaps, slats or flares and could not slow down or lower the plane gradually. The plane broke apart, rolled, and went into flames. Because of the controlled crash by the late Haynes and his crew, and quick notification of emergency services, two thirds of the passengers survived a doomed flight.

#4 Capt. Tadeusz Wrona Number of Lives Saved: 231 passengers and crew members On November 1, 2011 Captain Tadeusz Wrona had to perform a belly landing for the LOT Polish Airlines Flight 16 at Chopin Airport in Warsaw. The accident was said to result from a hydraulic leak that occurred after the plane’s take off. The leak was so bad that apparently all of the hydraulic fluid for the landing gears was lost. Although the pilot planned to continue on to the destination, the failing landing gear turned the situation dire. He circled the airport, hoping to use excess fuel and allowed emergency personnel to help assist the landing. However, attempts to lower the gears were failing. The airport was shut down and evacuated. Despite the fact that all three landing gears failed, and the damage done to the plane was beyond repair, none of the passengers or crew died or were even injured. It took 90 seconds to fully evacuate the plane.

#5 Capt. Karl van der Elst Number of Lives Saved: All 231 passengers and 14 crew members The KLM Flight 867 heading from Narita International Airport, Tokyo and encountered some complications when heading to the Anchorage International Airport in Alaska in December of 1989. The plane’s four engines failed while in flight, even though the 747-400 plane was fairly new. The belief is that the engines went down after the plane flew through volcanic ash. Backup battery electrical power was all the pilot had to guide the plane until the engines could be restarted. The plane rapidly glided downward nearly 14,000 feet, giving the pilot limited time to restart the engines. The aircraft was damaged, running up a bill of $80 million, including the four bad engines. Reports are conflicted regarding the actions of the pilot, and whether or not he understood the reports he was given, or so claims a Federal Aviation Administration spokesman, who said, “The information was the best we could provide with the resources and technology we got.” However, everyone survived and the plane was also returned to commercial flight.

#6 Capt. Eric Moody Number of Lives Saved: 248 passengers and 15 crew members One can only imagine the feelings of passengers as Moody blatantly announced to his plane, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damndest to get them going again. I trust that you are not in too much distress.” Flight 9 on British Airways on June 24, 1982 was making its way from London Heathrow to Auckland, when a cloud of volcanic ash from the nearby Mount Galunggung did a number on all four of the plane’s engines. At one point the only option seemed to be flying into the Indian Ocean. However, Moody came up with the idea of gliding the aircraft all the way to Jakarta, using the power of one restarting engine to reduce the rate of descent. This gave the plane enough time to clear the ash and to restart the engines.

#7 Capt. Robert Piche Number of Lives Saved: All 293 passengers and 13 crew members Flight 236 of Air Transat was headed for Lisbon from Toronto. However, it completely lost power when flying over the Atlantic Ocean on August 24, 2001. The power loss was caused by a fuel leak, later said to be the fault of poor maintenance. Thankfully, Piche was an experienced glider pilot and used his smarts to land the plane in the Autonomous Region of the Azores, located in Portugal. The warning sign was of lower/higher than normal oil temperature and pressure. Piche wisely figured out these were false warnings of another problem and eventually figured out that there was a fuel emergency and arranged for a diversion landing at the Lajes Air Base. What was amazing was that Piche was capable of landing the fuel-starved plane from 33,000 feet in the air. The engines flamed out and there was no electrical power. Even the emergency ram air turbine could not stop the aircraft from losing its main hydraulic power, threatening the flaps and brakes. Piche communicated with military air traffic controllers as the plane dropped at a rate of 2,000 feet a minute. If they did not time it right they would end up in the ocean. Piche oversaw a complex plan of 360-degree turns and curved turns to roughly land the plane at a speed of 200 knots. It bounced until it came to a full stop. The tires were deflated and most systems were down but everyone survived.

#8 Capt. David Cronin Number of Lives Saved: 337 survivors out of 346 United Airlines Flight 811 going from San Francisco to Sydney stopped in Honolulu, Hawaii and took off as usual on February 24, 1989. Suddenly, a cargo door failure occurred which caused decompression. The problem escalated and soon enough several rows of seats were blown out and the worst was feared. However, Captain David Cronin was on the job and the impossible happened: he landed the doomed plane. Cronin maintained the plane and then extended the landing gear when finally reaching the airport. The flaps were damaged and only partly deployed. The landing speed came to approximately 200 knots. Still, Cronin halted the plane and managed to land on the runway back at the Honolulu airport. Within 45 seconds, all passengers and attendants exited. There were injuries and nine deaths, but Cronin’s plan managed to save 328 passengers along with 18 crew members. A major disaster, but one that could have been much worse without the experience factor of Cronin.

#9 Unnamed Pilot aboard Flight 605 Number of Lives Saved: 374 passengers and 22 crew members Flight CAL 605 involved the touchdown of a Boeing 747-400, which went 2,100 feet beyond the runway’s threshold at speeds exceeding 150 knots. The winds were certainly part of the problem, as Tropical Storm Ira was sending 20-knot crosswinds all over the runway. As the plane began touching down computer errors were reported, and eventually the brakes went out, leaving the plane to float. The captain (whose name was not revealed) came up with the idea to turn the plane to the left to prevent it from falling off the end of the runaway. It slid into Victoria Harbor, sparing a collision. After emerging in shallow water, crew members helped passengers evacuate the plane. Out of 396 people, only 23 were injured. Everyone survived. While the pilot was criticized by some for his response to the storm, he and the crew did manage to prevent a collision and guided everyone out of harm’s way.

#10 Capt. William Hagan Number of Lives Saved: 379 out 389 total passengers and crew members British Airways Flight 2069 was supposed to be heading from Gatwick, England to Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Kenya. However, this heroic story involves a lot more than just quick-thinking and emergency landing strategy. Captain Hagan and his crew were hijacked by a man named Paul Mukonyi on December 29, 2000. The hijacker stormed the cockpit and tried to execute a route change until Captain Hagan and First Officer Phil Watson began struggling with him. The plane eventually stalled and then began descending. Captain Hagan spent much of his battle with the hijacker, while the first office Watson took over the flight, leveling the descending plane. They both received a Polaris Award, while the captain also took home a Royal Association for Disability and Rehabilitation (RADAR) People of the Year award. Sometimes it’s not just fancy flight work that saves the day—it’s courage and knowing a thing or two about wrasslin’.

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