#the logic of architecture design | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mcmansionhell · 1 year ago

Text

namesake mcmansion

Howdy folks! Today's McMansion is very special because a) we're returning to Maryland after a long time and b) because the street this McMansion is on is the same as my name. (It was not named after me.) Hence, it is my personal McMansion, which I guess is somewhat like when people used to by the name rights to stars even though it was pretty much a scam. (Shout out btw to my patron Andros who submitted this house to be roasted live on the McMansion Hell Patreon Livestream)

As far as namesake McMansions go, this one is pretty good in the sense that it is high up there on the ol' McMansion scale. Built in 2011, this psuedo-Georgian bad boy boasts 6 bedrooms and 9.5 baths, all totaling around 12,000 square feet. It'll run you 2.5 million which, safe to say, is exponentially larger than its namesake's net worth.

Now, 2011 was an anonymous year for home design, lingering in the dead period between the 2008 black hole and 2013 when the market started to actually, finally, steadily recover. As a result a lot of houses from this time basically look like 2000s McMansions but slightly less outrageous in order to quell recession-era shame.

I'm going to be so serious here and say that the crown molding in this room is a crime against architecture, a crime against what humankind is able to accomplish with mass produced millwork, and also a general affront to common sense. I hate it so much that the more I look at it the more angry I become and that's really not healthy for me so, moving on.

Actually, aside from the fake 2010s distressed polyester rug the rest of this room is literally, basically Windows 98 themed.

I feel like the era of massive, hefty sets of coordinated furniture are over. However, we're the one's actually missing out by not wanting this stuff because we will never see furniture made with real wood instead of various shades of MDF or particleboard ever again.

This is a top 10 on the scale of "least logical kitchen I've ever seen." It's as though the designers engineered this kitchen so that whoever's cooking has to take the most steps humanly possible.

Do you ever see a window configuration so obviously made up by window companies in the 1980s that you almost have to hand it to them? You're literally letting all that warmth from the fire just disappear. But whatever I guess it's fine since we basically just LARP fire now.

Feminism win because women's spaces are prioritized in a shared area or feminism loss because this is basically the bathroom vanity version of women be shopping? (It's the latter.)

I couldn't get to all of this house because there were literally over a hundred photos in the listing but there are so many spaces in here that are basically just half-empty voids, and if not that then actually, literally unfinished. It's giving recession. Anyway, now for the best part:

Not only is this the NBA Backrooms but it's also just a nonsensical basketball court. Tile floors? No lines? Just free balling in the void?

Oh, well I bet the rear exterior is totally normal.

Not to be all sincere about it but much like yours truly who has waited until the literal last second to post this McMansion, this house really is the epitome of hubris all around. Except the house's hubris is specific to this moment in time, a time when gas was like $2/gallon. It's climate hubris. It's a testimony to just how much energy the top 1% of income earners make compared to the rest of us. I have a single window unit. This house has four air conditioning condensers. That's before we get to the monoculture, pesticide-dependent lawn or the three car garage or the asphalt driveway or the roof that'll cost almost as much as the house to replace. We really did think it would all be endless. Oops.

If you like this post and want more like it, support McMansion Hell on Patreon for as little as $1/month for access to great bonus content including a discord server, extra posts, and livestreams.

Not into recurring payments? Try the tip jar! Student loans just started back up!

#architecture #design #mcmansion #mcmansions #ugly houses #interior design #mcmansion hell #bad architecture #2010s #maryland

6K notes · View notes

tmksghr · 3 years ago

Photo

アールデコ解説｜LOGIC

「LOGIC」のメールマガジンで連載中の、アートトピックの解説コラム。第9回はアールデコについて。

#WRITING #ART #DESIGN #ARCHITECTURE #SOCIAL #WEB #LOGIC

0 notes

cressidagrey · 1 month ago

Text

The Drawer

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Part of the The mysterious Mrs. Piastri Series.

Summary: There is a drawer in Felicity's mind.

Warnings and Notes: Some more context for the Silverstone chapter, also some insight into Piastri family dynamics in this verse. Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂

There was a drawer in Felicity’s mind that no one knew about.

Not Oscar.

Not Bee.

Not even the professors who used to stare at her as if she were a marvel or a mistake.

Certainly not her parents, who had made her intelligence the defining trait of her existence, before they realised it also made her uncontrollable.

It wasn’t metaphorical. Not really. She’s always seen her thoughts as architecture—corridors, rooms, switches—and that drawer? It was real.

Smooth metal. Coded lock. Hidden behind a panelled wall, so even she had to work to reach it. She built it young, instinctively, the moment she realised how much of her mind was terrifying.

Not just brilliant.

Terrifying.

Because she knew what she was capable of.

Not just the soft brilliance people praised her for—solving equations on the train, reading journals like bedtime stories, explaining mechanical stress tolerances to a three-year-old. That was the friendly kind of smart. The kind people could admire without being afraid of it.

It was a drawer in the deepest part of her brain. Filled with truths she never let surface. Scenarios she’d played out but never spoken. Numbers she’d crunched just to see how far she could push a system, a structure, a person.

She didn’t like the contents.

Not because they were monstrous. But because they were possible.

A drawer full of the things she could do.

And that was the thing.

Felicity could do so many things.

She could write a paper that would fundamentally reshape the way the world viewed mechanical cognition. She could dismantle institutions in six bullet points and a spreadsheet. She could design systems so precise they would make countries pivot. She could break things. Build new ones. Rewrite rules.

But she didn’t.

Because she knew how dangerous it was to hold too much power in your head.

That was the terrifying part about Felicity’s mind. Not just that it could solve things. But that it could predict them. Build them. Unbuild them. Break a system with a smile, bend rules until they screamed without ever technically snapping them.

The drawer held plans she’d never use. Arguments she’d never make. Responses sharp enough to cut and leave no scar. Equations that could manipulate systems most people didn’t even know were rigged. Ideas that could change industries—ruin them, in some cases—if she ever let them out.

She never had. She never would.

Because Felicity, for all her brilliance, for all the terrifying elasticity of her mind, had made a choice very early on:

Kindness.

Kindness as rebellion. Kindness as resistance. Kindness not as softness, but as control.

It would be easy—so easy—to weaponise what she knew.

To be cold, untouchable, triumphant in the way the world sometimes worshipped people who were sharp enough to draw blood.

But Felicity had grown up under that weight.

The genius child.

The gifted girl.

The one with the test scores that could split atoms and the eyes that saw too much. She had seen how quickly awe turned to fear. How quickly people began to see you as other.

So Felicity failed the IQ tests. Not failed, exactly—but she answered just enough incorrectly.

They’d tested her, of course. Again and again.

She’d made sure to get a few wrong every time.

Not because she couldn’t get them right.

But because she’d already figured out what perfect scores meant.

Perfect scores meant more pressure.

More isolation.

More adults speaking about her instead of to her.

More expectations that stole her childhood before she could claim it.

So she let the number drop.

She missed the logic trap here, the pattern extrapolation there.

Felicity learned how to underperform just enough to be labelled brilliant, but not inhuman.

Even now, as an adult, she sometimes wondered what her real number was.

And then forced herself not to care.

160.

It was the number she gave when someone asked. A score high enough to seem impressive. Low enough to still feel human.

Kind of.

Even Oscar didn’t know the rest.

He knew she was clever. Knew she could rewire an engine with her eyes closed, design systems on paper napkins, debug code while stirring a risotto. Knew she’d earned a PhD while raising a toddler. Knew she could predict tyre degradation better than some engineers.

But he didn’t know the extent.

She never let him see it all.

Not because she didn’t trust him. But because she needed one place in the world where she wasn’t being measured. Where she could be small and ordinary and barefoot in the kitchen, with flour on her hands and Bee at her hip.

Oscar made space for that version of her. Never asked for anything else.

He called her brilliant sometimes, but always like it was a secret he was lucky to know.

Still, the drawer remained. Locked. Heavy.

Felicity could open it any time. Could unspool every thought, every possibility, every blueprint. She had the capacity to reshape things in her image—universities, companies, ideologies.

But Felicity didn’t want that.

She wanted to plant tomatoes and teach Bee how to read tire degradation charts. She wanted to place mosaics on the bathroom wall and write love notes into the margins of Oscar’s travel calendar. She wanted to bake bread and be left alone.

Sometimes, she worried what people would think if they really knew.

If they saw how far her mind stretched. If they knew the truth behind the quiet way she lived.

She wondered if they’d be afraid of her.

So she kept it hidden. Chose love. Chose patience. Choose not to win every argument, not to finish every sentence, not to prove every point. Choose not to be the sharpest thing in every room.

She built a life where brilliance could live without needing to bare its teeth.

Even Oscar—her Oscar, the one person who saw her fully—didn't know the contents of the drawer. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.

Because he didn’t love her for what she could do.

He loved her for who she chose to be.

And that mattered more than any number ever had.

Felicity Piastri could break the world if she wanted.

But she'd rather raise one small girl to love it instead.

***

Oscar wasn’t stupid.

He’d never been. Not about her.

From the outside, maybe it looked like Felicity lived simply. That she liked soft things and quiet days, and teaching their daughter how to make pancakes shaped like brake callipers.

Maybe it looked like she’d set her brilliance aside—like she’d traded academia for motherhood, engineering for sourdough starters and thrifted overalls.

But Oscar had seen it.

Oscar had known for a long time that Felicity was smarter than she let on.

Her intelligence wasn’t a secret—she had a doctorate, after all, and could explain things to Bee that most engineers would struggle to unpack for adults. She could read technical sheets like bedtime stories, fix electrical issues in the garage with a sigh, and beat him at chess in nine moves while stirring dinner on the stove.

Oscar knew Felicity was brilliant.

Not in the casual, top-of-the-class way most people used the word. Not even in the terrifyingly competent, engineer-who-fixes-cars-better-than-his-mechanics kind of way.

Felicity’s mind was something else entirely.

Felicity remembered everything.

Not just formulas or wiring diagrams or where she’d last seen his keys (spoiler: it was always where he swore they weren’t).

Felicity remembered things with the kind of clarity that felt almost impossible. Entire pages of textbooks from university, word-for-word. The serial number of a broken dishwasher part she’d glimpsed once six months ago. The lyrics to a song Bee had sung in a kindergarten play, she only rehearsed at home once.

It wasn’t something she ever bragged about. Felicity didn’t do that. But Oscar had seen the way it worked, the way her eyes would go a little distant when she was accessing something buried in a mental archive no one else could reach. Like she was pulling open a drawer in her head and retrieving exactly the right file.

But there was something else. Something beneath the brilliance she allowed the world to see.

What most people didn’t realise—what even her own professors hadn’t figured out—was that Felicity Piastri was smarter than she let on.

It wasn’t that she lied. It was that she edited.

She softened the edges. She chose quiet, every time. She let other people win arguments she could’ve dismantled in seconds. She smiled through conversations she could have rerouted, rewired, rewritten.

Oscar saw it. In the way she paused before answering a loaded question. In the way she hesitated before explaining something complex, like she was calibrating, gauging how much truth to give. In the way she’d sit silently for long moments before asking a single question that dismantled the entire problem.

It was in the way she sometimes stared at a problem—not with confusion, but with hesitation. Like she already knew the answer. Had known it five minutes ago. But was weighing whether or not to share it.

It was in the way she let other people think they’d found the solution first. The way she edited down her thoughts into bite-sized pieces, digestible, unthreatening. The way she built space for others to keep up, even when she could’ve sprinted ahead.

Oscar saw it. Always had.

She never talked about it directly. Never told him the full of it. But he’d seen flashes. Once, early in their marriage, she’d rewritten the firmware on Bee’s baby monitor after it glitched. Not patched. Rewritten. In an hour. While breastfeeding.

Oscar had seen her write equations upside down on napkins. Had seen her reprogram Bee’s tablet because the parental controls were inefficient. Had watched her make an engineer go quiet with a single, softly-phrased observation.

She did it all while wearing thrifted cardigans and cutting the crusts off sandwiches.

But Oscar saw.

He never asked what else she was capable of. Didn’t want to know the limits—if there even were any. It wasn’t fear. Just reverence.

Because she never used it as a weapon. Never used it for leverage. Never made him feel small.

She could’ve built empires. She chose to build a home instead.

And Oscar thought that was the most terrifying, awe-inspiring thing of all.

He’d seen the shape of her mind in the way she mapped out their life. The way she always knew when he’d be tired before he did. The way she tracked logistics and race schedules, cross-referenced nutrition plans and school rosters and still found time to replace the smoke alarm batteries before he remembered they even existed.

He saw it in Bee, too. That fierce little spark that Felicity somehow guided with both freedom and quiet structure. Like she knew how to give Bee the right questions before she ever offered the answers.

And her memory… the older they got, the more years they layered onto each other, the more he came to realise: it wasn’t just impressive. It was intimate.

Because Felicity didn’t just remember numbers and maps, and measurements.

She remembered him.

Things he’d said in passing, half-asleep or distracted, that she somehow tucked away like treasures. The fact that he hated the sound of crinkling chip bags. That he liked exactly twelve raspberries in his porridge. That he didn’t like being touched when he was overstimulated after a bad race — but he did like having her nearby, just within reach.

She remembered the stories he only told once. The ones he hadn’t even realized were important until she brought them up again, years later, gently, like holding something fragile.

She remembered the colour of the shirt he wore the first time he kissed her.

She remembered all the versions of him — even the ones he tried to leave behind.

Sometimes, Oscar thought about how exhausting it must be. How heavy it must feel to carry everything. To have a brain that never let anything go.

Oscar had always known she was something more. That brilliance was only the surface. That Felicity could see things others didn’t, feel patterns before they existed, stretch logic so thin it became poetry.

She never showed it all. Not even to him.

But he saw it anyway.

In the way she rewrote financial models to stabilise their family income. In the way she adjusted Bee’s lessons mid-week because she sensed boredom before Bee could say the word.

In the way she rewired the battery system of his sim rig because she didn’t like the voltage drop, and did it while talking to Bee about the life cycle of stars.

Oscar knew.

He just never said so.

He never said anything. Never pushed. Never asked.

Because he knew—deep in his bones—that Felicity had spent her whole life being treated like a resource. A phenomenon. A marvel to be studied, dissected, and showcased.

He would never do that to her.

What she needed—what he gave—was safety. Space. The freedom to be clever without being dissected for it. The right to choose gentleness without being underestimated.

So he didn’t pry. Didn’t press.

He just held her hand when she needed grounding, listened when she muttered equations under her breath, and kissed her temple when she got that look—that distant, calculating look—before she blinked it away and smiled at him like she hadn’t just solved something the world didn’t even know was broken.

Felicity never showed him the drawer.

She didn’t need to.

Because he already knew what she kept inside it.

And he loved her anyway. Not in spite of it. But because she’d chosen him—and Bee—and love and bread and softness, over every sharp and brilliant thing she could have unleashed instead.

Her mind wasn’t a party trick. It wasn’t a tool. It was an act of love, the way she wielded it.

She used it to take care of the people she loved.

To take care of him.

Oscar wasn’t blind.

She was brilliant. Always had been.

But the most remarkable thing about Felicity wasn’t her mind.

It was the fact that she could’ve been anything—could’ve ruled rooms, reshaped industries, rewired entire schools of thought—and she’d chosen this.

Chosen him.

Chosen Bee.

Chosen tomato plants, and mosaic tiles, and quiet, ordinary joy.

She chose kindness. Again and again and again.

And he respected the hell out of it.

Because Oscar knew, in the marrow of his bones, that if Felicity ever opened that drawer—if she ever stopped pulling her punches, if she ever decided to stop choosing kindness—then the world would bend.

#formula 1 #f1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfiction #f1 smau #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 grid x reader #f1 grid fanfiction #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri #Oscar Piastri fic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #op81 fic #op81 imagine

611 notes · View notes

icantbelieveitsnotbutler · 2 months ago

Text

Phantomhive Manor Layout

I'm the type of person who loves a good fictional map or floor plan and, unable to find one of the Phantomhive manor house on the internet, I naturally tried to make one myself. I figured that I would be able to to follow the routes the characters take to get to certain rooms and compare the interior and exterior window positions and designs to map the rooms.

I've been trying off and on for around a week now and, besides the entrance hall, I couldn't confidently tell you the location of a single room. Windows seen from the inside don't exist on the outside and windows on the exterior aren't present within the rooms. Certain windows and external doors exist in one chapter and are gone the next. Characters go up 3 full flights of stairs only to end up on the second floor. Entire stories appear where they weren't in previous in arcs.

This is obviously due to human error and things being changed to make them more historically accurate or to serve the story. It also doesn't matter where the rooms are, only the purpose they serve and what happens in them. The location of the dining room isn't important; we just need to know that's where people eat and have birthday parties, and one time Sebastian did a cool flip there.

That being said, I always want a Watsonian explanation even when there's a Doylist one. I could only come up with one in-universe explanation for the logical inconsistencies of the house: when Sebastian restored the manor house, he didn't just fix it. Whatever he did to it, the house is no longer a static, spatially-consistent structure.

If anyone is interested, more details about how confusing this building is are below the cut (with some out of context manga spoilers).

The Manor House

The first image is the front of the house, the side which carriages approach. The second image is the back where the garden is. Both are from Meyrin's backstory.

Here are more aerial views:

Note the appearance of extra windows along the side of the central section in the first one, which is from the same arc as the previous two images. The second is from the Blue Revenge Arc.

Here are details of the back view of the building:

Note the disappearing windows in some.

Ciel's bedroom.

Before the Green Witch Arc, Ciel's bedroom windows look like this on the interior and exterior:

Note that they open outwards (casement). Also note that they interrupt the hip-height decorative design inside. The three exterior shots are from Sebastian's record in the Luxury Liner Arc and don't match any corner on the more zoomed-out views of the building.

At the end of the Green Witch Arc, the windows are now hung (the bottom half slides upward to open) rather than casement style, but are otherwise the same:

In the Blue Revenge Arc (including the servants' flashbacks and r!Ciel's time there after he reclaims his identity from o!Ciel), the windows change:

The curtains are now a solid color and the decorative design is below the windows, rather than being interrupted by them. Those are insignificant details, but the panels showing the exterior directly contradict the interior and information from previous arcs:

The room is now on the middle floor while before it was on the top floor (not including the attic level), in addition to having a different architectural design around it.

The bedchamber together with the front room have 4 windows altogether, but the exterior only shows 3. The dressing room and bathroom each have a bay window, but the area where they would be seems to be up half a level. There's also a window on the exterior on the wall behind Ciel's bed, but no sign of it inside.

Interestingly, the layout of his quarters would be closer to the floor above, which has the four windows on the back and the two bay windows on the side. It's missing the dormer windows above, and the architectural details below, but it makes me think that there was some error in planning/drawing and the bedroom was actually supposed to be on the top floor.

It seems that the whole manor is actually two main floors for the family and guests, with a basement level and an attic level for the servants, and that one additional floor in the corner block got added at some point. In the earlier arcs, the roof of that section was the same height as the section to the left of it. It was only in the Blue Revenge Arc that they became different heights:

I thought things might be cleared up by following the routes of the characters to reach the room, but it's hard to understand where they're going.

In the Murder Arc, they go up one flight of stairs from the dining room (usually on the first floor in these types of houses) to reach Ciel's bedroom, and the second time they go up at least two floors from a bedroom (usually on the second floor) to reach the same room.

In Bard's backstory, Finny tells him Ciel's room is on the second floor, and then Bard goes up three flights of stairs from the first floor to reach it.

Something to note is that the three middle panels of Bard's route are identical to the first route of the Murder Arc, and then he goes up an entire extra staircase to reach what is supposed to be the same room.

In the Blue Memory Arc, Ciel has to come down from a higher floor to reach his parents' room (which became his room).

If the bedroom is on the second floor, he must have come down from the third floor, but I can't find the window in the stairwell anywhere on the outside of the building.

The Dining Room

The dining room is a long room with two entrances on one of the short walls, three large windows on the left, a fireplace on the right, and a huge bow window at the end. I initially thought there could be two of them, because I noticed that the height and design of the bottom of the bow window seemed to change depending on what meal was being eaten. However, I now think it's just inconsistent drawing.

As usual, there's no way to tell where this room is located. There are no bow windows on the outside of the building, or even a corner of the building which would allow for this configuration of windows.

The Drawing Room

This room has two enormous windows and conveniently has a panel of Ciel looking out of one them so we can determine its general location. However, I'm not sure which of the following sets of windows is correct:

The blue and orange are very big, but the yellow has the same window pane pattern as the most recent iteration of the room, which is the most accurate. However, the yellow is a set of three windows while the room has two. One of the windows could be in the next room, but it feels unlikely. The interior distance from the top of the windows to the ceiling is lacking from the the blue on the outside, so if the drawing is accurate, it would probably be the orange. The orange also feels most accurate to the panel of Ciel looking out the window, but the earlier volumes were less consistent in perspectives and proportions, so it's impossible to tell.

Ciel's Office

Ciel's office has a bay window overlooking the drive up to the house. There are two locations that fit this criteria.

In volume one (so take this with a grain of salt), there's a second window consistent with the teal option, but it doesn't seem to show up again. The side where the second window would in the orange option is never shown (to my knowledge).

Whichever option it is, the other side might be the room where Sebastian tutored Ciel.

The wall shown with bookshelves doesn't seem to have a window consistent with the teal side, so assuming the window is on the opposite wall and this room is the orange, Ciel's office would be the teal.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis

254 notes · View notes

archiveofaffinities · 10 months ago

Text

William J. Mitchell, The Logic of Architecture Design, Computation and Cognition, Symmetrical harmonic proportions for rooms as recommended by Palladio

#art #design #William J. Mitchell #the logic of architecture design #computation and cognition #harmonic proportions #rooms #palladio

72 notes · View notes

zomb13s · 25 days ago

Text

Titulus: Declaratio Linguarum: De Legibus Nostris Communicandis: Official Declaration on Language Use for Scholing Publications

Issued by the Scholing Institute of Multicultural Engineering and Symbolic Ethics To all readers, collaborators, scholars, engineers, friends, allies…Titulus: Declaratio Linguarum: De Legibus Nostris Communicandis: Official Declaration on Language Use for Scholing Publications

0 notes

messungauto · 19 days ago

Text

Why Data Centres Rely on NX-ERA Premium PLCs for Redundancy & Reliability

Data centres are the online headquarters of businesses today. Every click, transaction, login, or query is responded to via a data centre. In this hyper-connected world, downtime is more than a slowdown; it's a disaster.

Whether it is hosting cloud applications, running finance systems, or managing mission-critical enterprise data, data centres simply can't afford failure of control. That's why businesses often spend money on layers of redundancy, not merely power or cooling, but even on the thinking brain of their infrastructure: the Programmable Logic Controller (PLC).This is where Messung Industrial Automation's NX-ERA Premium PLCs come in as a strategic benefit, designed to provide unparalleled modular scalability, PLC redundancy, and seamless SCADA integration for control that's future-proof.

The Challenge: When Control Systems Become the Weak Link

Power? Backed up. Cooling? Redundant. However, what about the control systems controlling these vital components?

Standard or mini PLCs lack the sophistication needed to handle the mission-critical data centres' demand. One logic mistake or hardware malfunction can take down numerous systems, usually with SLA fines, reputation damage, and monetary loss.

What is required is a Premium PLC solution that guarantees:

High-speed, deterministic control

Hardware and logic level redundancy

Modern SCADA and BMS integration

Scalability as the data centre grows

The Solution: NX-ERA Premium PLCs, Control that Never Sleeps

Built to provide dependable, high-availability automation, our NX-ERA provides much more than your average PLC controller. Let's break down what makes NX-ERA the top choice for data centre automation:

Built with Redundancy: Always On, Always Watching

Designed with a redundant PLC, NX-ERA runs on two CPUs - one primary and one hot-standby. They are mirroring each other in real time. If the main unit fails because of power problems, software glitches, or hardware malfunction, the standby takes over immediately, with no downtime. This degree of PLC redundancy is mission-critical to sustain:

Continuous HVAC and precision cooling

Real-time UPS and power distribution management

Live fire detection and suppression procedures

Integrated High-Speed PLC Performance

NX-ERA is a high-speed PLC with processing power for complex, distributed systems. With event sequencing, real-time I/O update, and determinism support, it ensures that each action is done with precision and accuracy. It's like having a control system that can anticipate trouble before it occurs.

Modular PLC architecture for changing infrastructure

In contrast to fixed systems, our NX-ERA boasts a modular PLC design wherein you can introduce new elements, such as I/O racks, processors, or server room sensors, without having to reconfigure or replace the original configuration. This is necessary in contemporary data centres where growth is ongoing.

Centralised Command SCADA Integration

NX-ERA enables smooth SCADA integration via MODBUS TCP/IP and lets you:

Monitor system health through central dashboards

BMS and environmental management system integration

Allow predictive maintenance and compliance monitoring

Custom logic event-based fire alarms

This turns your PLC controller into the eyes and ears of your operation, reporting, responding, and recording in real time.

NX-ERA in Action: Where It Delivers Inside a Data Centre

Contemporary data centres are precision ecosystems. Every subsystem, power, cooling, and fire protection, has to work in a very sophisticated unison. And NX-ERA Premium PLCs are the invisible heroes, directing all the elements to work together in precision, in complete synchrony and faultlessly.

Let's observe how NX-ERA extends operational excellence to the most critical automation domains:

Precision Environmental & Cooling Management

Maintaining the right temperature and humidity is not just about extending equipment life; it's about performance reliability and data integrity. Any slight discrepancy can cause server throttling, random shutdown, or damage due to condensation. NX-ERA exercises close control over:

CRAC units and air handlers: Thermal hotspots are averted by continuous feedback loops and high-speed actuation.

Chilled water distribution and airflow systems: Adaptive logic keeps cooling in phase with current server loads.

Humidity control: Essential in helping prevent electrostatic discharge and hardware long-term health.

What is special about NX-ERA in this regard is that it can perform environmental control logic with microsecond accuracy, supplemented with real-time data monitoring and logging for auditing, regulatory compliance, and AI-driven optimisation.

UPS Control & Power Synchronisation

Uninterruptible Power Supply (UPS) systems are only as good as the logic behind them. Our NX-ERA functions as a moderator, synchronising among multiple PDUs, UPS systems, and switchgear units. It ensures:

Seamless power source transitions during outages or load fluctuations

Real-time load balancing to avoid overloads and maintain energy efficiency

Phase synchronisation for harmonised energy supply between server halls

Where basic PLCs can lag or lose a beat during transitions, NX-ERA's high-speed PLC architecture anticipates power shifts and actively synchronises systems to absorb the impact, critical in Tier III and Tier IV data centres where downtime is not an option.

Fire Detection & Suppression Integration

When safety is not negotiable, response time is paramount. NX-ERA has real-time fire detection integration with intelligent logic chains that coordinate:

Smoke, temperature, and gas detector sensor integration

Alarm signalling through audio-visual signals

Release logic for chemical or inert gas extinguishing agents

But here's the surprise: NX-ERA performs these life-safety functions without affecting other automation tasks. Fire suppression systems may initiate in one area, yet cooling, power, and access control systems continue uninterrupted in other zones.

Shutdown-Free Maintenance: Redundancy in Action

All PLC systems will eventually need maintenance, but taking down operations to make it happen? That's a luxury no contemporary data centre can afford. NX-ERA avoids this inconvenience with live-switching redundancy:

You can upgrade firmware, replace I/O modules, or perform diagnostics on the main PLC.

In the meantime, the secondary PLC continues the automation uninterrupted.

After maintenance is finished, the jobs reverse, without any effect on operations.

This is redundancy in practice, not on paper, but in everyday ops. It's the way Redundant PLC logic makes scheduled downtime a non-event.

Business Benefits Over Engineering Specs

NX-ERA is more than just an upgrade to technology; it is an enabler for business. Here is how it immediately impacts operational and financial KPIs:

Uptime Confidence: Meets even the strictest SLAs with real-world dependability, minimising risk of penalties and guaranteeing service continuity.

Cost Efficiency: Avoids the enormous cost of downtime—lost business, manual intervention, and recovery of the system—and optimises energy usage with intelligent logic.

Compliance-Ready: With NX-ERA's thorough logging, audit trails, and snapshots of environmental data, ISO, ASHRAE, and Tier certifications are simple to comply with.

Future-Proofing: Built with Industry 4.0 PLC capabilities, such as remote access PLC capabilities, analytics, and diagnostics that become increasingly smarter with your infrastructure.

This is intelligent automation systems delivering tangible return on investment, not in years, but in months

The Road Ahead: Industry 4.0 Compliant, Future-Ready

NX-ERA is designed for the future by predicting the needs of tomorrow's data centre architecture today.

Designed for Edge computing applications where distributed processing is paramount

Smart analytics tools that are AI-enabled, performance optimisation compliant

Remote diagnostics and control, allowing for predictive maintenance anywhere

Integrates perfectly with AI-based decision systems, positioning your business for the next decade

As the business shifts towards smart control systems, NX-ERA is leading the way—not just prepared but already ahead.

Conclusion: Trust NX-ERA for Control that Never Compromises

Trust drives data centres. Trust that each byte is secure. Trust that there's uninterrupted uptime. Trust that operations persist, no matter what. NX-ERA Premium PLCs are designed for this trust.

Where time matters, every control logic matters. And that's where NX-ERA sets the pace: redundant PLCs, real-time SCADA integration, and modular PLC architecture for the intricacies of the future. We don't merely create control systems at Messung Industrial Automation. We create trust.

FAQs

In what way is NX-ERA different from standard PLC controllers?

NX-ERA is a High-availability Premium PLC that is suitable for high-availability environments. It accommodates redundant configurations, modular scalability, and advanced SCADA integration, as opposed to basic or micro-PLCs.

What is the method of NX-ERA's PLC redundancy?

NX-ERA has dual CPUs (main and standby). If the main fails, the standby takes over at once, with zero downtime or loss of data.

Is NX-ERA compatible with the current data centre infrastructure?

Yes. With MODBUS TCP/IP and SCADA-ready capabilities, NX-ERA is easily compatible with all control systems and BMS.

Is NX-ERA able to support small and large-scale data centres?

In fact. Its modular PLC design allows for effortless scaling, from small server rooms to multi-hall Tier IV data centres.

Does NX-ERA support Industry 4.0 PLC features?

Yes, it also has remote access, diagnosis, data logging, and intelligent analytics capabilities, and therefore is fully Industry 4.0-compatible.

#data centres #Programmable Logic Controller (PLC)#PLC redundancy #SCADA integration #mini PLCs #Premium PLC #PLC controller #data centre automation #redundant PLC #high-speed PLC #modular PLC design #MODBUS TCP/IP #NX-ERA Premium PLCs #PLC architecture #PLC systems #Industry 4.0 PLC #AI-based decision systems

0 notes

cognitivejustice · 2 months ago

Text

Rotterdam's Solarpunk Aesthetic manifests in floating new neighbourhood

The Spoorweghaven community, designed by Danish maritime architects MAST, presents a vivid vision for the future. With over a hundred low-cost apartments, commercial spaces, and a recreational harbor, this floating development is more than an engineering feat—it is a celebration of Scandinavian ingenuity and urban adaptability.

In a country where water and land have always danced a delicate waltz, this project proposes a new choreography—one where homes, public spaces, and even gardens gently float above the ground. The design respects the Dutch tradition of living with water, yet speaks with a distinctly Nordic sensibility, favoring clean lines, communal zones, and a seamless connection to nature.

MAST collaborated with the Scottish company Biomatrix to create over 900 square meters of floating reed beds that encircle the perimeter of the site. These reeds do more than beautify the edge—they cleanse the harbor water, attract birds and fish, and bring a soft, living border to the modular forms. The buildings themselves are constructed off-site and then towed into position, a method that minimizes disturbance and celebrates the logic of Scandinavian prefab traditions.

The sense of community is gently woven into every aspect of the development. Shared green spaces and walkways become informal meeting points, while the continuous blue ribbon of navigable water invites both residents and visitors to experience the city from an entirely new vantage. The architecture does not impose, but rather settles in lightly and thoughtfully, making space for both human and non-human life.

#solarpunk #solar punk #community #architecture #rotterdam

232 notes · View notes

norixseaweed · 3 months ago

Text

Between Rooms: Masterlist + Intro (Ateez Smut series)

Title: Between RoomsRating: 18+ NSFW (MDNI) Characters: Ateez OT8, Female Reader/You Synopsis: Eight men. One house. And you, right in the middle of it. What started as a lucky break, an affordable room in a cozy mansion, quickly turned into something else entirely. You didn’t expect to bond with them so easily. You definitely didn’t expect the tension. Or the teasing glances. Or the way they touched you when no one else was around. This is a roommate AU (mostly cuz i didn't wanna logic around them being idols) A/N: There will be a little bit of boyxboy action at some point too ;)

Status: On Going (updated 6/17/25)

Masterlist-

Chapter 1: Jongho

Chapter 2: Seunghwa

Chapter 3: Mingi

Chapter 4: Yeosang

Chapter 5: Yunho

Intro and Character Introductions under read more

Intro:

You work as a bartender at one of the best bars in the city. The pay is decent, especially with tips, and overall, you’re pretty content with where you are in your career. The only issue? Your lease is about to end, and every new place you’ve looked at has been outrageously expensive.

One night, while venting about it to your friend and coworker Mingi, the bar’s security, he mentioned an open room for rent at the house he lives in.

He explained that it’s a mansion passed down through generations in the landlord’s family. He’s been living there for a few years now with seven other guys, and the landlord? A sweet, humble older woman who doesn’t care much about profit. She just wants to rent to good people and keep the house lived in.

Naturally, you were skeptical. Eight guys? A mansion? Too many red flags. But Mingi reassured you, it was a good space, the roommates were chill, and the rent was somehow cheaper than your current apartment.

Eventually, he brought you over to see it. You were expecting something flashy, intimidating. But the mansion turned out to be warm, cozy, less extravagant and more homey than you'd imagined. And when you met a few of the others, you felt comfortable right away. It didn’t take long for you to say yes.

Now here you are, seven months later.

You settled in faster than expected. Most of the guys welcomed you easily. It took a little more time with Yeosang and Yunho, but even they opened up eventually.

What you didn’t expect, though, was how hot and intense things could get with them.

And god, was it hot.

You always knew your libido was higher than most—none of your exes had ever been able to keep up. But these men?

They were something else entirely.

Character Introductions:

You – Bartender. The most recent to join the house. Reserved at first, but warm, caring, and easy to get along with once comfortable. Mostly submissive, with a soft dominant streak that shows around the right people.

Seonghwa – Fashion designer. Meticulous, calm, and quietly commanding. Manages the house like it’s part of his brand—organized, elegant, and always in control when it counts.

Hongjoong – Songwriter and producer. Creative, intense, and constantly working odd hours in his studio. Sharp-witted with a habit of teasing just to watch you squirm.

Yunho – Business management major with a hospitality minor. Polished, dependable, and flirtatious in the most casual, disarming way. The type to make your heart race with a single comment—then act like he didn’t mean it.

Yeosang – Law student. Private, intelligent, and observant to a fault. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does, it hits. Gives off silent authority and unshakable composure, with something darker simmering underneath.

San – Architecture student. Sweet, affectionate, and physically expressive—until things turn heated. In bed, he’s all control, with a soft spot for brats who need taming.

Wooyoung – Performing arts major. Loud, physical, shamelessly flirty, and always stirring the pot. Loves attention, lives for praise, and crumbles beautifully under dominance.

Mingi – Bar security and part-time choreographer. Playful, protective, and deceptively laid-back. Loves touch, thrives on rhythm, and turns surprisingly serious when he takes control.

Jongho – Coder by day, game streamer by night. Grounded, quiet, and impossibly strong. He gives more than he takes—focused entirely on your pleasure, with calm intensity that sneaks up on you.

173 notes · View notes

aventurineswife · 7 months ago

Note

I physically need to read a fic with a sober reader who witnesses how goofy Kaveh and Veritas can get when they're drunk and is just shocked that they're capable of being THIS playful and unhinged. Bonus if the reader records them and teases them about it later on.

Under the Influence

Summary: When Kaveh and Ratio drink a bit too much, their usually serious and refined personas melt away, revealing a goofy, playful side that shocks their sober partner. As Kaveh balances wine glasses on his head and Ratio narrates absurdly dramatic tales, you capture the hilarity on video and tease them about their drunken antics later. What begins as a drunken display of silliness turns into a heartwarming moment where the two intellectuals let go of their usual restraint and embrace their more carefree sides.

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Shenanigans, Teasing, Playful Dynamics, Sober Reader, Lighthearted Banter.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Light swearing, Mild inebriation and the silliness that follows.

[Part 2]

You had always known Kaveh as the passionate architect, the one who threw himself into his work without a second thought. His sharp eyes were usually filled with intensity, whether he was sketching out blueprints or discussing the intricacies of his designs with a fervor that could be described as borderline obsessive. On the other hand, Dr. Veritas Ratio, or as he liked to be called, Dr. Ratio, was known for his unmatched intellect, his sharp wit, and his imposing presence as a scholar of the highest order. He was always calm, calculated, and logical in everything he did.

But tonight, everything had changed.

The three of you—Kaveh, Ratio, and yourself—had been winding down after a particularly long day. A few drinks were shared, mostly to calm the nerves after a heated debate between Kaveh and Ratio about the nature of beauty versus logic in architecture. You had opted for a glass of water, wanting to stay sober for the evening.

The first drink had seemed harmless enough, then the second, and soon enough, the two of them were... well, a different version of themselves.

Kaveh, normally an epitome of elegance, was now sprawled across the couch, his arms flailing about as he attempted to convey the complexity of his latest architectural vision with a drunk logic all his own. Ratio, on the other hand, had started laughing—genuinely laughing—a sound that was so foreign coming from him, you almost couldn’t believe it.

You stood nearby, observing the scene with a combination of disbelief and amusement. Kaveh was currently trying to balance a glass of wine on his head, apparently convinced that this would somehow make him look more refined.

“Look, look!” Kaveh slurred, gesturing grandly with his arms. “An architect is a true artist, right? And art is about balance! And this, my dear Ratio, is balance!” He gave a triumphant grin, the glass teetering dangerously on his head as he struck a dramatic pose.

Ratio, who had been sitting in a more reserved manner just moments ago, now seemed to have completely let go of his usual composure. He was clutching his sides, laughing harder than you had ever seen him laugh in all the time you had known him.

“I never thought I'd see the day when Kaveh, the ‘Master of Aesthetics,’ would be reduced to a—what did you call it?—a ‘drunken genius’ in his own right!” Ratio managed to say between bursts of laughter, his voice unusually high-pitched in his state.

Kaveh, however, wasn’t finished yet. With an exaggerated gesture, he began to dramatically “sing” an operatic rendition of what was undoubtedly the most nonsensical and off-key song you had ever heard. You couldn’t help but snicker as he added hand movements for extra flair.

“You should definitely get a recording of this,” Ratio said, wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes. “This is legendary, and no one would believe it if you told them.”

Your eyebrows shot up in realization. A mischievous smile crept onto your face as you reached for your phone. You had to document this moment—it was too precious to be forgotten.

As you pressed record, the two men’s antics continued, utterly unhinged. Kaveh was now rolling on the floor, pretending to be a cat in an exaggerated display of theatrical nonsense, while Ratio began narrating an imaginary tale of "the drunken architect and the scholarly fool" in a deep, overly dramatic voice that sounded like he was auditioning for an epic movie role.

“Once upon a time, there was a brilliant architect,” Ratio began, sounding almost serious, “who sought to balance the world with a glass of wine on his head. But lo and behold! His genius was thwarted by a foolish scholar who...”

“Hey!” Kaveh interrupted, still lying on the floor but with a playful pout on his face, “I’m not a fool! I’m an artist, Ratio! A true visionary!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Your phone’s camera captured every moment—the dramatic poses, the ridiculous banter, and Kaveh’s insistence that he was both an architect and a revolutionary philosopher in the same breath. Ratio’s narrative voice only made it all the more surreal.

“And as the great architect’s impossible balance failed,” Ratio continued, “he lost his grace and fell into the arms of a drunken fool who had, ironically, become a greater scholar in his drunken stupor than he ever was sober.” He paused and gave you a wink as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Should I start charging for this performance?”

“Oh, stop it, you,” Kaveh protested, his voice slurred but still full of mock indignation. “You’re just jealous because my artistic flair is more... refined than your boring lectures.”

That was it. You burst out laughing, clutching your phone in one hand as you tried to contain yourself. The two men had completely abandoned any sense of dignity, and you were witnessing a side of them you’d never expected—Kaveh, who prided himself on being a refined, somewhat dramatic figure, and Ratio, usually so stoic and controlled, both completely unhinged in a drunken stupor.

You stopped recording for a moment, both of them still lost in their own silly world.

“You both are ridiculous,” you teased, still chuckling. “I can’t believe I’m seeing this side of you.”

Kaveh shot you a grin, his earlier dignity long gone. “Oh, you better believe it. You’ve unlocked the true genius of Kaveh and Ratio!”

“Geniuses,” Ratio echoed with a wry smile, his head still spinning slightly from the wine. “I have never met two people more qualified to—”

“—make fools of ourselves?” Kaveh interrupted, finishing Ratio’s sentence with a dramatic flair.

“Exactly!” Ratio said, as if this was the revelation of the century. He staggered slightly and straightened himself up, clearly attempting to reclaim some of his usual poise. “You have to admit, we are rather amusing when not bound by the chains of intellectual superiority.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. You pointed your phone back at them, capturing the absurdity of the moment. “This is gold. I’m going to make sure everyone hears about ‘Drunken Genius Kaveh’ and ‘Scholar Ratio’ forever.”

At that, Kaveh made a playful, exaggerated bow from the floor. “As long as I’m remembered for my art, I have no complaints!”

Ratio, still swaying slightly, joined in, offering an over-the-top, formal bow that had you in stitches. “Indeed. May our genius be immortalized, even if it’s through the lens of... let’s say, questionable decisions.”

You laughed again, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of these two intellectuals, usually so serious, embracing the chaos of the moment. It was clear that beneath all the genius and the hard exterior, they had their own quirks, their own human sides—unfiltered, unrefined, and entirely lovable.

Before you could stop yourself, you playfully raised your phone and said, “So, are we getting this on record? Or should I keep the next few minutes a secret?”

“Oh, no,” Kaveh interjected, suddenly sitting up, “absolutely not. This is an exclusive performance!”

Ratio smirked. “Right. And we’re expecting royalties for that footage.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “We’ll see about that.”

168 notes · View notes