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Common Mistakes to avoid In Brick Masonry

Brick masonry is one of the oldest and most reliable construction techniques used to build durable structures. It involves laying bricks in a specific pattern using mortar, which is a mixture of cement, sand, and water. While brick masonry is a straightforward process, it is important to avoid certain common mistakes that can compromise the quality and durability of the structure. In this blog, we will discuss some of these mistakes and how to avoid them.

Before we delve into common mistakes, it is important to understand cement's role in brick masonry. Cement is a crucial component of the mortar used to bind bricks together. The cement manufacturing process involves heating raw materials such as limestone, clay, and shale at high temperatures to produce a fine powder called cement. This powder is then mixed with sand and water to make mortar, which is used in brick masonry.

Cement products such as Wonder Cement are known for their strength and durability, making them an ideal choice for brick masonry.

Now, let's look at some common brick masonry mistakes:

Poor quality mortar: 

The quality of brick masonry mortar is crucial to the durability of the structure. Poor quality mortar can result in weak joints that can easily crack and crumble. To avoid this, always use high-quality cement products and mix the mortar according to the manufacturer's instructions.

Incorrect brick placement:

Bricks should be laid in a specific pattern to ensure structural integrity. Incorrect brick placement can result in weak points in the structure that can compromise its stability. Always follow the recommended bricklaying pattern and ensure that each brick is properly aligned and level.

Improper joint thickness:

The thickness of the brick joints should be consistent throughout the structure. Inconsistent joint thickness can weaken the structure and crack it. Always use a consistent amount of mortar when laying each brick to ensure even joint thickness.

Inadequate curing time:

Curing is the process of allowing mortar to dry and harden before applying any load to the structure. Inadequate curing time can result in weak joints that can easily crack and compromise the structure's stability. Always follow the recommended curing time for the mortar type used.

Poor drainage:

Brick masonry structures are susceptible to water damage if proper drainage is not provided. Water can seep into the structure through the joints and cause damage over time. Always ensure proper drainage to prevent water damage.

In conclusion, brick masonry is a reliable construction technique that lasts for decades if done correctly. By avoiding these common mistakes and using high-quality cement products such as Wonder Cement, you can ensure that your brick masonry structure is strong, durable, and able to withstand time.

If you're looking for high-quality cement products to use in your next brick masonry project, look no further than Wonder Cement. Their cement manufacturing process results in strong and durable cement products perfect for any construction project. Visit the website today to learn more about their products and how they can help you build the structures of your dreams.

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[blorbocedes]

when people try to argue that feminism is unnecessary, western import for bourgeoise women, that the wage gap doesn't exist, that civilisations are built solely by men in construction doing hard labour while the women are at home, show them the impoverished female bricklayers of India, who are 49% of the second largest industry (after agriculture) of 40 million constructors, and get paid less for equal work ($7/day for men, $4/day for women) because of gender discrimination and exploited due to being poor, illiterate, debt trapped, facing gender based setbacks (not being promoted to masonry or carpentry like men) and being unaware of their union rights

this work in general is exploitative, getting paid pennies on the dollar while corporations that build their mega complexes rake in millions, hazardous to health, no safety equipment, regulations, breathing in fine dust and construction pollution for both men and women. but women in particular face gender based discrimination such as getting paid a lower raw wage and lack of opportunities to get promoted from this heavy duty scaffolding work, in fact they often do more work than the men but aren't respected by their male peers. and the idea that only men historically have done hard labour, built civilisations is a false myth that erases the plight of the millions of women in the Global South.

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25 year old man tries to eat a brick with glue on it stimboard

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one a day 366/110

"cloud, door, house" / Vienna / Austria / ©Julia Lametta

[nemfrog]

"A corridor wainscoted with Fallston Shade 30." Fallston ferro-glazed brick for interiors. 1927.

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[arc-hus]

HUYS Centre, Eeklo, Belgium - ZOOM Architecten

[bilaudad]

experimenting with more simplified or cartoon styles, and practicing not being afraid of color and not being so self-conscious showing the process

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Gnaw (2)

(Warnings: same as the previous chapter, found here.)

One of the largest issues with going from a simulated Teyvat to an actualized Teyvat is the sheer size.

The bridge outside of Mondstadt, which takes the Traveler like fifteen seconds to cross in a sprint? That's a good two minutes of walking at the least.

The rest of Mondstadt is massive, too, of course, but it's absolutely gorgeous. Perfect grass, clear rivers and ponds, rather imposing cliffs...

Maybe the people are a little unfriendly, but hey! The land itself makes up for your now-in-the-negatives social life.

Besides, this much air and sunlight are probably a good thing. You aren't too hot, there isn't like half of a forest worth of pollen up your nose, the breeze is really nice, and nobody's come to try and maul you!

As far as sightseeing tours go, this ain't the best. But it'll do.

Plus, you're pretty sure that the theoretical tour guide probably wouldn't let you pull up all the dandelions you wanted and blow on them to make their seeds go everywhere.

There's a faint gnaw in the pit of your stomach. You've eaten some berries, a carrot you found in a crate, and another Sunsettia, but you just can't shake the feeling.

The best way your mind can think to describe it is that your teeth are dissatisfied. You didn't do enough with this meal. It just sorta happened.

Perhaps you're going insane.

(On a distant cliff, the wind brings your breathing to an Archon, who sets down his lyre and raises a bow.)

There is a faint whistle on the air, one you swear you've heard before. Then it hits you - the sound of an arrow!

By some instinct, you hurl yourself aside, slamming into the grass and dirt.

A brilliant arrow is lodged into the ground at an angle that would have firmly made itself at home in the back of your skull. Had you not just launched yourself aside, you would be dead.

And then you hear another whistle.

You scramble up onto your feet and take off in a dead sprint. Anemo-powered arrows narrowly miss you four times as you zig-zag and duck behind stones or trees.

...you think you know who this is, or at least have a damn good idea.

Venti. Barbatos. Tone-deaf bard. Alcoholic lyre dude. That one.

You curse him out under your breath. The arrows seem to be coming faster all of a sudden.

The next arrow doesn't come down with a whistle. It comes down with a scream. The Anemo-charged arrow, cloaked in a blade of wind, pierces your back and launches you through the woodlands with enough force to demolish trees like matchsticks.

You skid to a stop, a fine path of devastation and upturned soil behind you, and your head lolls up on a shattered neck to stare blankly into the sky as you slip away into darkness.

(Dendro hisses at the other elements, their vast roots curling in anger. "We should have kept them out until this was solved!"

The others say nothing. Talking will do little to protect you, and those who raise their hands against you must be punished.)

Barbatos has a nightmare that night, after killing the one who stole the face of the World-Shaper.

He has been torn from his false face, cast into the heart of a vast hurricane, the wind itself screaming in hatred and rage, every whisper now purely poisonous. Every failure mocked, every mistake repeatedly shoved into his face, and every sin accounted for.

The wind wails, slipstreams like claws raking across his elemental flesh, battering him as he's tossed from gust of wind to gust of wind.

(He is unaware that to any observer, it would look like he was a rather hated captive ball in the world's most esoteric pinball machine.)

A voice tears itself from the monstrous storm around him, echoing in the bone-shuddering blasts of thunder.

Vile little wisp! You would dare to raise a hand against the divine most holy, our maker?!

He doesn't understand, and any chance he'd have to think or speak is repeatedly knocked from his head as he crashes into walls of wind firm enough to be stone.

Immense pressure crushes down around him, stalling him in place as if grasped in the enormous hand of a titan, and he cries out at it squeezes.

He looks up as he tries in vain to wriggle and flee, and he sees. Every part of him freezes in horror.

I am Anemo. The embodiment of sky, of breath. I am the Taker of Voices.

He is brought closer to the core of light at the center of the apocalyptic current.

I had such hope for you. A God of Freedom, one who would see the oppressed liberated from their miseries! One who would cast the sadness and hatred from his people to the winds, where they would be forgotten!

One who would spread the laughter of the First Breath to all corners of this world.

One who would be their protector, hearing misfortune on the winds and striking down those who would spell disaster for us all with the wrath of a great storm.

But you have failed. You have taken up arms against the one you were made to cherish with hatred in your heart.

You have forgotten your own freedom. The freedom to think for yourself, to act without orders. To go against what is known down a new path.

He cries out as some kind of tether is cut from his body, ripped away into the vortex.

You are my Archon no more. I shall find one more suitable to the task.

Perhaps in time, the Maker will find you pitiable enough to reinstate you as my envoy to Teyvat.

Enjoy your freedom, Venti of Mondstadt.

He plummets, the wind abandoning him entirely. The ground opens, a ravenous maw, stones and bedrock ground down like sharp fangs, and he falls into a lightless darkness.

He wakes, screaming and sobbing in equal measure.

He cannot feel the wind. He cannot hear it.

At his side, the light of the false Vision gutters out, dimming until not even a spark of Anemo remains within.

(Within a frozen palace, the light of the Anemo Gnosis dulls, waiting for a host to be chosen anew.)

consciousness returns to you in bits and pieces, your entire body an immense ache. Your joints are so sore you can barely move them without feeling the urge to weep.

Your nose is filled with the scent of the ocean. You can hear waves, and ever so faintly, the calls of birds. You feel safer here, somehow, as though this place is devoid of other intelligent beings.

Your eyes close again, body exhausted and unable to resist the siren call of unconsciousness in a space without threats.

On your back is a new scar, a spiral of gold starting between your shoulderblades and reaching out towards your ribs.

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[florwal]

making every single one of my male sims have a manual labor job like god intended

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June 2013 KTM Kathmandu Nepal Swayambhunath

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Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

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Construction Goes Small Scale with Mini Materials’s Tiny Building Supplies

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The colors were rather cute, but, yeah..., Brasov [17.07.24]

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Saw that the inbox is empty so Im here to fix it!

Can I have a Wallter (Regretevator) Stimboard with grey and blue, cloth/crochet and construction related stims!

Hope this is enough info, have a good timezone!

Here you go! Always happy to get your requests haha c:

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A stimboard of Wallmark (Wallter x Mannequin Mark) [Regretevator] with imagery of bricks, concrete, wood, and wedding rings.