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yierkitchen · 3 years

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Which Gerber knife is the best? Buying guide for Gerber knives

Firstly , let’s how a brief knowledge of Gerber knife .

Gerber has a long history dating back to 1939. The brand has evolved over the years — undergoing some ups and downs as some of the best designers and knife makers around left the company to start their own ventures.

You would be hard-pressed to find anyone who has even the slightest interest in knives not to be familiar with the name of Gerber. Of course, this is partly due to the hype of their products, but also, to an even larger extent, their wide availability. Not only can you find them in most outdoor shops, but also in Walmarts, KMarts, and even hardware stores all across the US.

You’ll find Gerber knives just about anywhere there are people, from the depths of the oceans in places like SeaLab, to submarines, the frozen wastelands of Antartica and the Arctic, the Middle East, the remote forests of the Northwest, and even in the air on various military aircraft.

Now , we’ve already have a general understanding of the Gerber knife .

Then , let’s learn some guidance on Gerber knife .

1. How often should you sharpen your knives ?

How often depends on what you’re cutting and the number of times you’re cutting. Frequent light sharpening is recommended to ensure your blade is always sharp. Dull blades are far more dangerous than sharp blades.

2. If stainless steel will not rust ?

Gerber knife uses high-grade stainless steel , which doesn’t mean it won’t rust .Gerber products use a 100% high-grade stainless steel. Stainless steel is not completely resistant to rust but rather is corrosion resistant to rust. Corrosion can occur in the absence of proper maintenance. Your Gerber product should be cleaned, dried and re-oiled periodically to inhibit rust and corrosion; this is especially true in a damp or marine environment. If your Gerber product comes in contact with any substance that you are uncertain about, it is always a good idea to wash your blade off with tap water, dry it and apply a light coat of oil. If your Gerber product comes into contact with saltwater you must flush it with tap water immediately after use and coat it with good quality lightweight oil. Salt water is extremely corrosive and will attack and destroy any type of steel.

A good tactical knife needs to be a problem solver. Gerber drew on the experience of U.S. military personnel and its own expertise crafting technical knives and tools to develop the Propel Downrange AO knife. The result is a tactical folder with assisted opening and a full-size blade that’s as easy to handle and carry as it is durable and capable in the line of duty.

There’s no question you’ll be hard on this knife. Gerber built it in Portland, Oregon, using premium S30V steel to offer the most reliable edge possible. The partially serrated blade adds utility when cutting stubborn materials like stout nylon rope or tough plastics, but it’s the premium quality of the steel and durable nature of the G-10 composite handle that set this knife apart from others.

Today, Gerber continues to design and manufacture unique, high quality knives. By constantly utilizing new technology and innovative design to develop new products, Gerber continues to be an industry leader.

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bangkokjacknews · 5 years

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Thailand's Best Beaches

Thailand's Best #Beaches - So many tropical beach paradises in Thailand, so little time. You kind of can’t go wrong on any beach in #Thailand but we picked a few of our favorites anyway, including entire islands with multiple beach options.

Want to stroll for miles along deserted stretches of silky, white sand? Snorkel, dive, and surf just offshore? Party under a full moon until dawn, or just hide away from the rest of the world? There’s a beach—and islands filled with a variety of beach options—for that in Thailand.

Ko Jum This tiny car-free island is comprised of jungle, rubber trees, a few guesthouses and resorts, and that’s pretty much it. Somehow, the locals haven’t gone tourist crazy so it’s a true escape from more popular areas and just a great place for sunbathing, afternoon napping, and listening to waves lapping on the shore. There are no ferry piers or docks, so long-tail boats go to retrieve guests a few times a day from the big ferry boats out at sea.

Railay Beach No roads, no cars, just paradise. Railay is a peninsula between Krabi Town and Ao Nang and can only be reached by boat so it is remote, laid-back, and much quieter than its neighbor, Ao Nang. Railay’s craggy limestone karsts attract climbers from all over the world, while the pristine, white sands and the lack of vehicles attract vacationers desiring a blissfully relaxing destination. It’s the kind of place to read a book, swim multiple times a day, take a long-tailed boat ride and island-hop, or just chill and soak in the stunning setting. If you get antsy, hop on a boat to Ao Nang where there’s a little more going on. Or don’t.

Kata Beach An energetic and sporty family-friendly spot in Phuket, Kata Beach offers clear seas, white sands, plentiful accommodation options, lots of good food, and endless activities. There’s a wave park right at the beach entrance where you can rent surfboards or SUPs (Stand Up Paddleboards) and take lessons. Try acro-yoga on the beach then take to the water to snorkel, surf, and scuba dive. The south end of the beach is more relaxed if all that activity just seems too…active. INSIDER TIP - If the kids need a break from the sand, there’s a community park just across from the beach with jungle gyms.

Ao Sane One of Phuket’s prettiest little beaches, this is tucked around the horn from Nai Harn; it’s not a huge beach and has lots of places for shade. There’s a decent little restaurant a few steps away so you can easily spend a dreamy day sunbathing, snorkeling, and swimming, barely moving from your spot for pretty papaya shakes and drinks and a light lunch of crab curry. INSIDER TIP - Allow time to explore. There’s plenty to see in this area, including the Big Buddha, Karon Viewpoint, Promthep Cape, and more.

Ya Nui Another Phuket beauty, Ya Nui in the south of Phuket Island is a tiny beach that is split into two bays by a rock formation. It may be small but there are a few different sections to choose from: a cove to the left, a flat stretch in the middle, and some rocks to the right (where you’ll find good snorkeling). The water is that perfect blue-green, the setting features an island backdrop and grassy slopes, the attitude is relaxed and easy, and tiny thatch-roof restaurants serve up drinks and ice cream—what more could you need?

Nai Harn At the southern tip of Phuket, almost two hours from the airport, this crescent of pristine white beach is off-the-beaten tourist track (which makes it worth the trek); think, “jungle-covered mountain backdrop, sailboats anchored in the distance when it’s season, a high-end resort on one end, and a lookout point with a windmill marking the other side.” The water is calm and clear with an occasional gentle wave. There are a few beachside restaurants where you can grab a coconut and bring it right down to the beach, or sit around in lounge chairs sipping Singhas with locals. There’s beach volleyball in the evenings, and sunset happy hour at the Rock Salt. It’s an easy, gorgeous spot to holiday for a while, and we recommend renting mopeds to explore the surrounding area.

Laem Singh This hidden cove is accessible only by boat from Surin Beach (because the neighboring landowner doesn’t want tourists traipsing through his trees!). As small as this beach is, there are still lounge chairs and boogie boards for rent, in addition to a restaurant with decent food and drinks complete with very pretty views. Even on a cloudy day, Laem Singh feels tropical, with trees hugging the beach and turquoise waters lapping at the shore. When the waves are up, it makes a stellar spot for a bodyboarding. INSIDER TIP - If you want to get a look at this spot from above (and snap an excellent selfie), get on a scooter and stop at the Laem Singh View Point.

Koh Yao Noi Remarkably untouristed despite its location just an hour’s boat ride from Phuket, Koh Yao Noi is the remote beach you’ve been dreaming of. While there’s internet in many of the guesthouses, this is a destination where you’ll find it easy to disconnect—fall asleep to the sounds of gently lapping waves, not a pumping bass. Rent a scooter and explore the island. Check out the little beach shacks along the beach, where you can get a simple lunch and have a dip in the calm waters. Find deserted stretches of beach that you can have all to yourself. Explore mountains and rainforests in the center of the island, and stop to photograph rubber plantations, rice paddies, palm trees and water buffalo. Stay at a backpacker-ish yoga shala for a weeks’ retreat, or kick it up a notch and stay at the Six Senses.

Koh Bon Less than an hour’s boat ride from Rawai on the southeast coast of Phuket, Koh Bon is one of the smaller islands of the Similan Islands but delivers big on the basic necessities for a great beach day, with natural beauty, pristine sands, swings, and palm trees. Bring some supplies from a mini-mart in Rawai and just ask (offer to pay) your longtail driver to hang out for a few hours (he most likely will, closely moored to the other drivers, happily having a chat with his feet up). You might share this stretch of beach with some picnicking locals or a few couples posing for wedding photos, but otherwise it’s likely all yours.

Bottle Beach Arrive by boat to this secluded cove known as the best beach on Koh Phangnan, a lifetime away from the raging Full Moon Parties on the south side of the island. Spend days snorkeling, kayaking, or hiking through the hills behind the beach, and your evenings just chilling and soaking in the serenity. (Long-tail boats deliver day tourists, but in the evening they depart and this end of the island empties out.) INSIDER TIP - This beach can also be accessed by motorbike, but it’s difficult, dangerous, and not recommended. Take a boat instead!

Haad Salad The polar opposite of Haad Rin and its banging Full Moon Parties, Haad Salad is just a tiny, quiet cove, perfect for snorkeling and lazing the day away, waiting for the perfect pink splash of sunset. The beach here is perfection: white sandy bay with shallow, crystal-clear waters, shouldered by green cliffs. A great place to spend your time before and after the Full Moon Party and an even better place to just avoid it altogether.

Silver Beach Koh Samui has plenty of long white sandy beaches populated with resorts, restaurants, massage parlors, and nightlife, but if you want a little break from the tropical hustle and bustle, visit Silver Beach, also known as Thong Takian Beach. Located in Crystal Bay Cove, between Lamai and Chaweng, Silver Beach is calm and quiet; its silver-white sands are dotted with boulders, and it’s bordered by jungle. Activity options include snorkeling, kayaking, and getting a relaxing massage under the shade of a tree on the beach.

Koh Tao’s Beaches Koh Tao, meaning “turtle island,” is the place for all things diving and getting your PADI (Professional Association of Diving Instructors) certification, but it’s also known for its spectacular beaches. Spend some time on Shark Bay Beach and snorkel with blacktip reef sharks and green turtles in turquoise water. Sai Daeng Beach is one of Koh Tao’s best beaches for marine life, as is Ao Leuk, which has a small entry fee (but it’s worth it for the lounge chairs, cold drinks, and pretty beach). INSIDER TIP - In December and January, there are tiny jellyfish that populate the coast, but the little guys are harmless.

Lonely Beach A backpacker-favorite for decades, Lonely Island on the eastern side of Thailand, has become slightly more upmarket, and it’s not so lonely anymore. The beach is beautiful, clean, uncrowded, and fringed with palm trees so it’s the perfect place to refine your beach bum skills. There’s a nightlife scene if you want to partake, with a few funky cocktail bars, and, if you’re lucky you can float in phosphorescence under the moonlight (a particularly popular pastime here).

Koh Kood The fifth largest island in Thailand, but still relatively undeveloped, Koh Kood (also known as Koh Kut) is in the Gulf of Thailand, north of the maritime border with Cambodia. The island’s main beaches are spread out along the west and south coasts and while there isn’t one agreed-upon best beach, favorites include the lively Klong Chao and the picturesque Ao Noi. Snorkel, sunbathe, swim, and just snooze and when you tire of that, hike to Klong Yai Ki Waterfalls, or venture around the island to Ao Salat or Ao Yai fishing villages for barbequed fresh catches.

Koh Kradan Just off Trang Province, this island is picture-postcard Thailand. Here, you’ll find powdery white sand and views across calm waters to the islands Ko Ngai, Ko Muk (which is a nice place to visit to explore the Emerald Cave), Ko Libong, and a few karst islets like Ko Lao Liang and Ko Phetra. Most of this island is part of the Hat Chao Mai National Park, and so it’s undeveloped. There are no cars or ATMs, just a few resorts, bungalows, and beaches galore. One of the most noteworthy is Ao Chong Lom Beach, or Sunset Beach, which is memorable for its—you guessed it—gorgeous sunsets. INSIDER TIP - Visit (or avoid) Koh Kradan around Valentine’s Day for its annual Underwater Wedding Ceremony, when couples from around the world swim up the aisle together. To participate, you and your partner must be certified divers.

Koh Mai Phai Located between Krabi coast and the Phi Phi islands and also—misleadingly—known as Bamboo Island (the main flora here are Casuarinas trees), this tiny, heart-shaped island is home to a quiet and beautiful beach that gives off desert-island feels. Snorkel in the reef with hawksbill sea turtles, lionfish, and leopard sharks, and then head back to the bar shack on the north side for some nibbles and a cold beer. - Erin Gifford/fodors.com – You can follow BangkokJack on Instagram, Twitter & Reddit. Or join the free mailing list (top right) Please help us continue to bring the REAL NEWS - PayPal Read the full article

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guarita · 7 years

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alguns poemas da lola ridge

Dedicatória (P/ minha Mãe)

Deixe qu’eu me embale de volta Na escuridão Das meias formas... Dos placentários começos... Deixe-me atiçar o attar do ar esperdiçado. Elusivo... ironicamente fragrante Como o lenço de uma rainha morta... Deixe-me soprar o pó de ti... Ressuscitar tua respiração Pousada flácida como um leque Na mão de uma rainha morta.

dedication (To my Mother)

Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes... Of the cauled beginnings... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief... Let me blow the dust from off you... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand.

* * * * * O BECO

Por você ter quatro anos a vela está toda trajada com um novo frufru. E estrelas acenam para ti através do furo na cortina, (exceto os grandes planetas rijos muito gordos para se moverem tanto,) você reverencia as estrelas de volta quando ninguém está olhando. Você sente pena da pobre cadeira de madeira que sabe que não é bom se sentar nela, e ninguém está triste, a não ser mamãe. Você não gosta da mamãe triste quando tem quatro anos, então você finge finge gostar do chá dourado e amargo — você finge que se você não bebê-lo muito rápido um peixinho dourado irá pensar que é uma lagoa e virá a nascer nela.

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É quente a nossa rua e a brisa é uma vassourinha suja que varre o pó no nosso quarto e os pedacinhos de papel do beco. Você não pode brincar com as crianças no beco Mas você deve ser muito educada — então você passa por elas e diz bom dia e quando elas atiram cascas de banana você atira elas de volta.

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Não há com quem brincar e as moscas na janela zunindo e zunindo... ...você pode puxar as pernas delas e colocar alfinetes nos seus corpos mas elas ainda ficam zunindo... e mamãe diz: Quando Nero era um garotinho ele pegava moscas na janela da mãe e puxava as pernas delas e prendia alfinetes nos seus corpos e ninguém amava ele. Zunindo, moscas de pança azul — zunindo, roda preta e nojenta da máquina da mamãe — você é a maior mosca de todas — você tem o zunido mais alto. Te ouço na aurora antes dos grilos. Mas eu gosto do retrato do Dilúvio e os bebezinhos se afogando... Se você estivesse lá eu os teria salvo, mas como não posso salvá-los gosto de vê-los se afogando.

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Quando mamãe compra do Ling Ho, ele sorri e pega pra ela as maiores nespereiras. Os homens-verdes dão a ela um repolho E ela o segura contra seu corpete preto e diz mas que belo verde ele tem e o põem sobre a mesa como se fosse uma flor. Mas no outro dia, cozinhamos e o comemos com sal. Era o nosso jantar.

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Dia do Natal Encontrei Janie no meu travesseiro. Janie é feita de borracha, Sua jaqueta azul e vermelha não sai. O jantar de Natal foi verde e branco frango e alface e ervilhas e doses de óleo na salada sorridente e cheia de luz como ouro nos dentes da senhorita.

Mas mamãe diz gentilmente Obrigada, mas vamos jantar fora. Ela não deixava você pega uma ervilha para colocar no buraco onde estava o apito na nuca da Janie para que Janie pudesse jantar algo Então você foi ao parque com biscoitos e chá preto em uma garrafa.

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Você se sente muito triste quando sobe na cerca para ver mamãe ao longe. As mulheres no beco prostram as cabeças pela porta e a veem também. Eu reconheço ela pelo seu jeito de sustentar os ombros até que seja somente um borrão em uma correnteza de borrões— até que ela seja engolida. Mas suponha que dia após dia você está atenta ao rosto dela e ela não volta? Suponha que era para ela cair do cordão de rostos brancos como a pérola da minha corrente que eu nunca achei de novo?

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Mabel cuida de você enquanto mamãe está fora, ela lava enquanto canta Três ratos cegos! todos fugiram da mulher do fazendeiro que cortou suas caudas com uma faca de trinchar— O vento sopra os lençóis de Mabel, do jeito que você sopra num saco antes de estourá-lo. O vento tem um cheiro ensaboado. É o sol mais pesado que deita sobre você sem peso nenhum e te faz se sentir feliz e engelhada como água borbulhante. Não há sol na casa vazia — casa de aspecto arteiro — você não enxerga por suas janelas que te observam pelos cantos. Talvez uma grande aranha esteja lá fiando linhas cinzas sobre as janelas até que elas pareçam com o rosto de gente morta... Jimmie diz: O cabelo de Jimmie é branco como um ratinho branco Seus cílios são dourados como a aliança da mamãe e sua boca parece calma e macia como uma flor molhada de chuva. Você não acreditaria que Jimmie é diferente... até que ele lhe mostrou...

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Cegos lençóis molhados brandindo nas linhas... sol nos teus olhos, sol dourado-escuro pleno de pontinhos pretos, você tem que piscar e piscar... olhos redondos de Jimmie... macacão azul de Jimmie... sombra azul na parede... todo o mundo imóvel como quando o relógio para... ruas imóveis... gente imóvel... nenhuma rua... nenhuma gente apenas o céu e a parede... sol brilhando forte como Deus sob você e Jimmie... sombra como um tecido violeta arrastando da parede...

Selvagens lençóis molhados brandindo no vento... grandes chinelos nos pés brandindo também... grande rosto de balão correndo para o beco... casas fechando de novo... janelas parecendo redondas... ... Mabel te puxa pro portão e te sacode e diz para você não dizer pra mamãe... e você pensa se Deus estragou Jimmie.

THE ALLEY

Because you are four years old the candle is all dressed up in a new frill. And stars nod to you through the hole in the curtain, (except the big stiff planets too fat to move about much,) and you curtsey back to the stars when no one is looking. You feel sorry for the poor wooden chair that knows it isn’t nice to sit on, and no one is sad but mama. You don’t like mama to be sad when you are four years old, so you pretend you like the bitter gold-pale tea— you pretend if you don’t drink it up pretty quick a little gold-fish will think it is a pond and come and get born in it.

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It’s hot in our street and the breeze is a dirty little broom that sweeps dust into our room and bits of paper out of the alley. You are not let to play with the children in the alley But you must be very polite— so you pass them and say good day and when they fling banana skins you fling them back again.

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There is no one to play with and the flies on the window buzz and buzz… …you can pull out their legs and stick pins in their bodies but still they buzz… and mama says: When Nero was a little boy he caught flies on his mama’s window and pulled out their legs and stuck pins in their bodies and nobody loved him. Buzz, blue-bellied flies— buzz, nasty black wheel of mama’s machine— you are the biggest fly of all— you have the loudest buzz. I hear you at dawn before the locusts. But I like the picture of the Flood and the little babies getting drowned…. If I were there I would save them, but as I can’t save them I like to watch them getting drowned.

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When mama buys of Ling Ho, he smiles very wide and picks her the largest loquots. The greens-man gave her a cabbage and she held it against her black bodice and said what a beautiful green it was and put it on the table as though it had been a flower. But next day we boiled and ate it with salt. It was our dinner.

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Christmas day I found Janie on my pillow. Janie is made of rubber. Her red and blue jacket won’t come off. Christmas dinner was green and white chicken and lettuce and peas and drops of oil on the salad smiley and full of light like the gold on the lady’s teeth.

But mama said politely Thank you, we are dining out. She wouldn’t let you take one pea to put in the hole where the whistle was at the back of Janie’s head, so Janie should have some dinner So you went to the park with biscuits and black tea in a bottle.

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You feel very sad when you climb on the fence to watch mama out of sight. The women in the alley poke their heads out of doorways and watch her too. You know her by the way she holds her shoulders till she is only a speck in a chain of specks— till she is swallowed up. But suppose that day after day you were to watch for her face and it didn’t come back? Suppose it were to drop out of the string of white faces like the pearl out of my chain I never found again?

: : Mabel minds you while mama is out, she washes while she sings Three blind mice! they all run away from the farmer’s wife who cut off their tails with a carving knife— Wind blows out Mabel’s sheets, way you blow in a bag before you burst it. Wind has a soapy smell. It’s heavier’n sun that lies all over you without any weight and makes you feel happy and crinkly like bubbling water. There’s no sun on the empty house— sly-looking house— you can’t see in its windows that watch you out of their corners. Perhaps there’s a big spider there spinning gray threads over the windows till they look like dead people’s faces…. Jimmie says: Jimmie’s hair is white as a white mouse. His lashes are gold as mama’s wedding ring and his mouth feels cool and smooth like a flower wet with rain. You wouldn’t believe Jimmie was different… till he showed you….

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Blind wet sheets flapping on the lines… sun in your eyes, dark gold sun full of little black spots, you have to blink and blink… round eyes of Jimmie…. Jimmie’s blue jumper… blue shadow of wall… all the world holding still as when a clock stops… streets still… people still… no streets… no people… only sky and wall… sun glaring bright as God down at you and Jimmie… shadow like a purple cloth trailing off the wall…

Wild wet sheets flapping in the wind… big slippered feet flapping too… big-balloon-face rushing up the alley… houses closing up again… windows looking round… … Mabel pulls you in the gate and shakes you and tells you not to tell your mama… And you wonder if God has spoiled Jimmie.

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#poesia #tradução #lola ridge

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years

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Sunshine, pt1

Author’s Notes: @outside-the-government and I have been tossing this fic back and forth on google docs for the last week, and are finally at a place where we feel we can share it. For the record, I knocked her into the Christine Chapel trashcan a while ago. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied to be there on her own, and grabbed me by the throat and dragged me down with her.

Don’t forget to familiarize yourself with our casting of AOS Christine Chapel

This fic will contain shifting POV. @outside-the-government is writing the reader’s perspective, @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse is writing Christine’s. Hopefully it is easy to follow.

Word Count: 1348

Before you start, be sure to read the conversation leading to this moment: Texts, pt 1, Christine Texts, pt 1, Reader Texts, pt 2, Christine Texts, pt 2, Reader Texts, pt 3, Christine Texts, pt 3, Reader

Christine had never struggled with a decision about which pajamas to wear like she was currently struggling. Normally, she wore a t-shirt she’d stolen from Leonard and undies. That seemed a little more skin than might be appropriate, given she was supposed to be comforting her friend, not seducing her. The only other pajamas she had were a spaghetti strapped tank top and matching shorts. She tried to just add the shorts to the t-shirt, but her overwhelming sense of organization made her cringe at the scalloped hem on her pink shorts contrasting with Leonard’s threadbare academy t-shirt. She pulled the t-shirt off and pulled the tank top on, checking in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t wholly inappropriate. A little more side-boob than she was strictly comfortable with, but it would do.

To make sure it was clear she wasn’t attempting a rebound seduction, she padded into the bathroom and combed through her hair until it lay softly over her shoulders, still damp from her shower. She scrubbed the last of her make-up off, running through her entire nighttime ritual. Glancing in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw - a slightly tired nurse ready for snacks, booze and some Jim Kirk bashing. Not a worldly seductress ready to woo her closest shipside friend during a period of heartbreak.

She tossed a couple blankets on the couch, and put tumblers out for the scotch. The erlenmeyer flask full of liquor made her laugh quietly to herself, but it was an appreciated gesture on Leonard’s part. The last time Christine Chapel had drank tequila, she had a vague recollection of completely dominating Leonard. Not that he’d complained, but they’d already had a coworkers-with-benefits arrangement by then. Chris did not need to risk terrifying Y/N by climbing onto her for a drunken lap dance.

There was a tentative knock on the door, and before Christine could call that it was open, Y/N came through the doors, holding a couple of pints of ice cream.

You stood before your closet, contemplating your pajama collection. You hadn’t picked up your laundry lately, so you didn’t have everything on hand, so your decision was made easier by limitation. Plucking a pair of capri-length pajama pants and a tank top from the top shelf, you moved to the bathroom to change.

The reflection looking back at you in the mirror had seen better days. Your eyes were reddened and puffy with all the tears you’d held back while you’d been at work and your expression was uncharacteristically grim. You hadn’t been dating Jim for very long, but you’d already fallen madly for him. His charm and intellect had pulled at your heartstrings and his easy confidence had cemented your attachment. His kisses and caresses had helped, too.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered to yourself as you not-so-gently pulled a brush through your unruly locks before throwing them back into a loose, high ponytail.

Splashing some cool water on your face, you hoped the redness would fade from your eyes. Giving yourself a once-over in the mirror, you were satisfied and you ventured out into your kitchenette, punching an order for ice cream into your replicator. It took only moments for the machine to do its work and before long you were double-fisting the good stuff, shouldering your door open and making your way toward Christine’s quarters.

You found her room without incident and gave a clumsy rap on the door with your elbow, lacking hands what with the ice cream. The panel slid aside for you as you tapped on the keypad and you stepped into Christine’s cozy, welcoming quarters, inhaling the light floral scent that seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

“I brought sustenance,” you offered, holding out the ice cream. “Salted caramel, as you wished.”

You smiled tiredly as you set the ice cream down on the counter, and your eyes raked her form in its cute little pajamas, her hair framing her face and making her look even softer and kinder than usual. You hoped the hitch in your breathing at the sight of her was lost on her.

“It shouldn’t surprise me that you like to wear cute little numbers like those PJs to bed,” you said with a chuckle. “Very nice!”

Christine nearly choked on absolutely nothing when Y/N commented on her pajamas. The flirtatious tone from their messaging earlier was still there, but Christine was more than convinced she was imagining it. Surely, Y/N wasn’t flirting, she chastised herself, and cursed autonomic bodily function as she felt her cheeks flush.

“Yeah, it was this or a ratty t-shirt I stole from Leonard once upon a time,” she excused, hoping it was vague enough that if Y/N was flirting it wouldn't stop her. “I don’t usually wear jammies, so I don’t have many.” Christine didn’t notice the way Y/N’s eyes widened at the confession, or track the moment too long it took her to respond.

“You and Leonard are very close,” Y/N commented, finally finding her voice. “It must be nice to get along so well with your boss.”

Christine fought back a scoff. Some details were probably better left unshared. “Mmm.” It was a non-committal noise at best. “Something like that. So? Ice cream and scotch? As mistakes go, this sounds like a great one to make” She pulled a couple of spoons out of the drawer in the kitchenette before pouring drinks. It was a little awkward sitting down beside her friend, the inner battle of needing to be a good friend at odds with the torch she was carrying for her, but after the she drained her glass the first time, the tension left her shoulders and began to feel settled. She felt more able to follow Y/N as she unburdened her heart about Jim without needing to jump in and comment, and was relaxed enough that she no longer felt awkward when Y/N needed to be held when she was suddenly weeping. Ultimately, she blamed their friendship and the scotch in equal parts for their calming effects.

Your third tumbler of scotch proved to be almost too relaxing and you were on the cusp of spilling more than just all of your deepest, darkest feelings about Jim and the breakup. Your pint of ice cream stood half-eaten on the table, soupy from the ambient heat in the room, but your mind was far away from the treats anyway. As you watched Christine relax, unwind, let go of some of her usual rigidness, you felt your cheeks flushing and you hoped that she chalked your coloration up to the alcohol.

As much as it relaxed you,, the alcohol also loosened your tongue and chipped away at your resolve and the tears came suddenly and without your conscious permission. You hated crying in front of anyone, and you’d never cried in front of Christine before. Even though she was your best friend you felt awkward, but her gentle embrace and soothing words were a balm on your frayed nerves. You’d been glad for the comfort at first, but as the minutes dragged on, the feeling of Chris’ arms around you and her clean scent in your nose had worn away your restraint and you found yourself turning your head, nuzzling into her neck.

Your lips grazed her collarbone and you pulled back sharply at her intake of breath, your eyes wide, expression apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered. “I didn’t-”

Chris cut you off with a hand up and cleared her throat.

“I think I need some air,” she clipped. “The scotch… I need to clear my head.”

She stood swiftly and turned on her heel, wobbling a little before steadying herself and briskly striding away, leaving you behind in her quarters. Tears had immediately welled in your eyes again and you dropped your head into your hands, cursing yourself inwardly. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, and you certainly hadn’t meant to drive Christine away, and yet you’d ruined everything.

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thecoroutfitters · 6 years

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Editors Note: Another article from R. Ann Parris to The Prepper Journal. Admit it, when you saw the title you thought this was about one of the Internets search engines. Alas, and thankfully, it is about something so much more important. If you have information for Preppers that you would like to share then enter into the Prepper Writing Contest with a chance to win one of three Amazon Gift Cards with the top prize being a $300 card to purchase your own prepping supplies!

Search and Rescue codes largely entered mainstream American awareness in the U.S. courtesy of massive hurricane disaster areas. We saw them before Katrina, although she brought them into American homes and still bears their scars, and sadly, we’ve seen them since and will likely continue to see them.

For preppers, there are two main reasons to understand the most common codes used to mark structures by teams in a disaster area.

One, there’s the counter-intel aspect. They can be used as camouflage, misleading others about our home or the entire area around our home – which can keep others from even getting close to us if applied properly.

*Be able to cover or remove markings especially if applied to a whole neighborhood in case a real disaster occurs and somebody is able to respond. If it looks like another unit checked the area or has done follow-up recently, they may assume SNAFU is in full effect and hop the block/road to work an area that hasn’t been covered yet.

Two, we can use them to gather intel should we find ourselves moving through a disaster area.

Let’s hit that “moving through” aspect, because there’s usually a lot of resistance there.

There are all kinds of reasons we might be out and about after a disaster, whether that disaster is what drove us out or we wander into the aftermath of a disaster while passing through.

Straight from the news: air, surface, and ground water contaminated by chemical spills from trains, factories, mines, and ships; housefires, wildfires, and droughts, which then exacerbate rain into floods and mudslides; upstream dams and levees failing; natural disasters kicking off fires, releasing previously contained toxins, cracking wells, tumbling houses, and wrecking cellars.

That’s not the what-if of a paranoid prepper.

That’s straight from the news.

Fires occur and spread daily – it’s why you have a fire department. Annually, monthly, weekly, we get things beyond our individual control, already causing people to relocate or find alternate resources even with all our technical advances in our nice, modernized nations.

That’s not the WROL (Without Rule of Law)/pandemic human-contact concerns, or the cooling tanks in nuclear plants steaming off over days or 2-20 years. It’s not droughts lowering water tables, animal plagues, or woods too emptied of trees or animal/plant foods to sustain another winter and spring. It’s not somebody traveling even “just” 30-100 miles from home before a disaster strikes.

Using just things that happen, pretty regularly, portions of the population are forced from homes that had seemed like perfect locations.

There are all kinds of reasons to include a Plan B (or C,D,E…) that involves traveling, and not always in nice, empty backcountry.

Being able to recognize what we’re seeing from either the “safe” resource site or avoidance perspectives while passing through is huge.

We can also plan to learn the CDC and HazMat codes that may become applicable even in our local neighborhoods.

Recognizing where we don’t want to be is one of the biggies for gaining International Search and Rescue Group – INSARAG literacy.

Lots of bodies, no marks for reclaiming them, disease is hella prevalent, pretty much guaranteed. I would rather not pick through a building that was already so questionable a search team opted not to press a full search. If it was already overrun by rats “then”, unless I’m desperate enough to eat them, I’d really rather hop well out of that neighborhood before we find a bed-down pocket.

We can learn lots of things when we know how to read INSARAG. The dates and updates alone can give us information about the area, human climate, and resource potentials.

Disaster Search Codes

In the U.S. we mostly use and see FEMA “X” codes – a circle divided into quadrants. Other NATO nations use a circled box.

There’s also a separate box that’s part of a three-tier structural integrity rating.

Take that with a grain of salt, because it’s “significant” hazards. Lesser risks that were no big deal in a mostly functional world can deliver a world of hurt if we’re already working with limited resources.

It’s also being assessed by teachers, lawyers, random National Guard types, clerks, landscapers, and cops, as opposed to firefighters, who develop a good eye for these things, or qualified civil engineers.

Those X’s that denote a big issue are worth paying attention to, period. Something stuck out at them to be marked. If that box is empty or “just” a slash … again, it was probably not cleared by professional housing inspectors. Be super-duper leery anyway.

There’s also a victim-location code based around a V. It’s sometimes used on its own, but it’s most commonly seen as an add-on.

All three contribute to streamlining both initial searches and follow-ups or retrieval operations. They convey basic information like the date, status of the structure, victim information, and risks.

There’s some personal twists added sometimes, some specific-unit tweaks and shorthand, and in some cases, simplification and deviations that develop in really widespread disasters.

The variations can help us if we’re using them along with noise and light discipline to discourage incursions during excessive loss of rule of law or by looters/survivors after a disaster.

Anyone familiar enough with the codes to accurately read what we’re saying will expect to see some of those deviations. However, if you put information in the wrong place or use some random combination, you may actually attract attention.

X codes are most common in the U.S. but it’s worth learning what you’re seeing in NATO INSARAG boxes and reading-writing victim V-codes, too.

FEMA “X” Search Codes

Top goes the date (and rarely the time). Left goes the unit that’s searching (and sometimes the time). Hazards, actions we took, and special notes go to the right.

Everybody knows a flood means human waste, wood rotting as it goes, and mold developing, but if the floor’s crumbling already, that gets put there with “hamster removed” and “GL” (gas or fuel leak visualized or smelled).

That’s also where a no-go, break-off, or exterior-only survey is noted, with or without a secondary structure box.

In the bottom, a zero or empty quadrant means nobody’s home, dead or alive. Victim counts are listed live to dead, top and bottom or left to right separated by a dash, dot or slash.

FEMA now advises to mark search results on windows and doors, and use their big stickers when available, instead of wrecking house paint and siding. If local teams are doing it and you’re aiming for camo, mimic them.

*If you’re marking for an animal rescue that’s coming through after you, make it Big and Bold, and note if it’s going to require saws/jacks to get them out.

Top Three Super-Duper Big-time Warning Signs

One, there’s that “no go” structural safety box with the X. If professionals with healthcare did not want anybody else to poke inside, that’s a real good one to skip.

Two, we want to be hyper-vigilant for the word “dog(s)” somewhere.

Now, I like dogs. I like my dogs a lot. But, my dogs make me very, very aware of other dogs. Especially my current girls, because they – Lab-terrier mixes, never strays, never starved, never abused, with no training for it – will separate, hug verges all nonchalant, easy-going postures, and then launch for takedown from multiple angles like a pack of lionesses.

So I watch for whether dogs are happy to see people, period, or happy and excited about chasing something that’s not as athletic as a squirrel. And I watch my flanks for others.

Three, we want to be very leery if we ever see a single diagonal slash with or without a date.

See, we’re trained to mark a slash – and, unit by unit, the date-time – before we enter a building or floor/area/apartment in large buildings. If we abandon a search before we finish, we are supposed to paint a dot/circle in the middle of it. (Completed searches get the X, even if it’s “did not enter/exterior survey only – hazards”.)

Even if we’re leaving in a hurry, we’re supposed to put that dot on there.

That way if we don’t make our rally or contact, people know right exactly where we are. No question of did we get snatched off the porch, have an accident after leaving the building, or which building, floor, or compartment we bounced to next. If we drew that single slash and there is no other marking (+/- the date), we are still within that threshold.

This applies to preppers as “oh my my” because if there is only that slash, we have two conditions.

One, there is still a team inside. Maybe good, if we’re seeking other intelligent life. Maybe cause to fade away if we want to go unnoticed.

Two, the searcher(s) went in and either did not come out or something so bad happened inside that they un-A’d the AO in such a rush they didn’t even take time for another slash and an X-box.

That suggests, right up there with dogs, bodies, and compromised structures, that we do not want to go through that door.

*If you’re aiming for camo in EROL conditions, don’t use that one. SAR, first responders, and military will go in after each other almost as fast as if we heard a crying baby.

Now, shorthand/personalization that develops in widespread disasters means some never even drew a slash. But if we see just that slash, that is a warning sign.

Applying INSARAG Markings

INSARAG can provide intel on local conditions just by the quickie versions that suggest more need than available CERT/SAR teams could handle, and give us the number and types of teams working an area.

We can also use clues from how they’re marked. For instance, any time markings seem really high up on a building, or have serious up-down wavering of lines, circles undulating like scalloped pattypan squash, or oval “tornado spirals” instead of circles, it indicates a flood high enough that it was easier/safer to stand in a boat to paint than be in the water. Heights and dates of marks can tell us if water was rising or receding.

On the counter-intel front, we can use things like follow-ups and some of those super-duper bigtime warning signs to disseminate false information, projecting that fires gutted flats or stores, or there’s heavy mold and decaying bodies, etc.

They’re worth being familiar enough with to plan our actions to mitigate likely risks, choose avoidance of an area, or pick locations that may still have useful resources with the safest access, even if we’re not planning a bugout, ever. Too much goes wrong even right now to steadfastly insist we’ll never be away from home and traveling, or ever be forced out of our homes.

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saboresdecanela · 7 years

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O World Bread Day trouxe-me aqui. Escolhi o Simit pela memória do estômago aconchegado, na descoberta de uma cidade antiga e distante. Adaptei a receita [original com farinha de trigo] do livro Classic Turkish Cookery.

para 16 15 g de fermento fresco 1/2 c. chá de açúcar mascavado 300 ml água morna 400 g de farinha integral de espelta 100 g de farinha integral de trigo 1 c. chá de sal 1 c. sopa de mel 2 c. sopa de azeite 1 ovo batido 1 prato raso cheio de sementes de sésamo tostadas

Misture o fermento com o açúcar e mel num pouco da água morna. Deixe criar espuma. Misture a farinha e o sal numa tigela, faça uma cova no centro e verta a mistura de fermento, o azeite e o resto da água, usando as mãos. Adicione água se for necessário. Amasse numa superfície enfarinhada até obter uma massa lisa e elástica. Deixe repousar, coberta com um pano até duplicar de volume. Pré aqueça o forno a 200ºC. Divida a massa em 16 pedaços. Molde cada um deles numa corda de cerca de 40 cm de comprimento. Dobre a meio do comprimento, alinhando as extremidades e enrolando uma na outra. Volte a torcer para formar um anel, pressionando as extremidades para selar. Repita com os pedaços restantes. Pincele cada um com ovo batido e mergulhe no prato com sementes. Coloque num tabuleiro com papel cubra com um pano e deixe repousar por 15-20 minutos. Asse por 25-30 minutos ou até ficarem dourados e ao bater na base pareçam ocos.

"Bread rings rolled in sesame seeds, simit are sold in every bakery and on every street. The cries of simitçi reverberate as he makes his way through the crowds with a tray of fresh simit on his head. A popular breakfast and snack bread, often eaten on its own, simit can be made with a sweetened spongy dough or with this simple bread dough."Gillie Basan The World Bread Day brings me here. I have choosen simit for its embracing memory of a nice comfort hungry belly, discovering an ancient and distant city. Adapted from Classic Turkish Cookery [original recipe with wheat flour]

Makes 16 15 g fresh yeast 1/2 teaspoon brown sugar 300 ml warm water 400 g whole spelt flour 100 g whole wheat flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon honey 2 tablespoon olive oil 1 egg beaten a flat bowl filled with roasted sesame seeds

Cream the yeast with sugar and honey in a little of lukewarm water. Leave to froth. Mix the flour and salt into a bowl, make a well in the centre and pour in the yeast, olive oil and the rest of water, using your hands. Add more water if necessary. Knead well on a lightly floured surface until smooth and elastic. Roll the ball in a few drops of oil in a bowl and cover with a damp towel. Leave to prove for a few hours until doubled in size. Preheat oven to 400F/Mark6/200ºC. Divide the dough ball into 16 pieces. Use your hands to roll out each piece of dough to form a 40 cm long rope. Fold rope in half until ends align, twist dough to form a two-stranded rope. Return twist to work surface and join ends together to form a ring, pressing ends to seal. Repeat with the remaining pieces. Brush it with the beaten egg and dip it into the bowl of sesame seeds. When you have made them all, place them on an baking sheet, cover with damp towel and leave to relax for 15-20 minutes. Bake for 25-30 minutes or until they are golden brown and sound hollow when tapped on the bottom.

#World bread Day #simit #bread #spelt flour #honey #sesame seeds #street food #istanbul #comida de rua #pão turco #dia mundial do pão #farinha de espelta #grãos integrais #whole flours #turkish breads

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cgtiberius · 8 years

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Krabi and the never ending train cancellations

We arrived in Ao Nang, Krabi relatively drama-free. Our hostel is basic (with rock hard beds) but clean and functional. Everything works, and it’s a short walk to the beach. First impressions of Ao Nang, though, not great.

I chose Ao Nang since it was close to the things I wanted to see and had a beach. I should have done more research. There are more Russians here than Thai! Seriously, this town is full of tourists and the only things here are for catering to said tourists. No charm, no temptations, just a soulless resort town of restaurants, bars, hotels, and stores selling the same junk. Gross. The food has been okay, though.

First thing the day after arriving, I rent a scooter and get the heck out of town. The countryside around Ao Nang is beautiful, full of jungle, plantations, and little towns, with towering limestone pillars studding the landscape everywhere. I make my way to Tub Kaek mountain national park - I’ve heard the hike is a good one and rewards its visitors with spectacular views.

The hike did not disappoint! Beautiful views, and a nice challenging hike made more challenging by 32 degree temperatures,100% humidity, and the last hurrahs of a bout of Bangkok belly. This was not something a Canadian from the west coast is used to! There was not a lot of wildlife to be seen, aside from a couple of neat lizards. The hike is popular with locals, too, and a group I was leapfrogging with included me in their summit photo.

Have I mentioned that Thai people are pretty great? Almost everyone is ready with a smile and will try and help, even if language is a huge barrier.

The hike and the scootering through the countryside made for a great day. I really like breaking free of organized tourism and actually getting out to see the country I’m visiting.

We explored the beach a bit in the evening, and ended up following a trail over a cliff to another beach. This was a great trail, though, populated with monkeys! They were friendly, and quite happy to have their pictures taken, although one decided I would make a nice ride. He climbed on my arm and started licking my hand. Okay, a little weird, but not scary. When he nibbled my knuckle though, it was time to get this monkey off my back! I think he just wanted the salt from my hand, but who knows what a monkey thinks? They’re way too smart to just dismiss… random monkey encounter definitely makes it high on my list of memories for this trip.

It was an early night for me, although Marc went out and found the local ladyboys (of course) and a nice spot to have a few beers and listen to a local chanteuse.

The next day we jumped on to a long tail boat over to Railay/Phranang beach. Beautiful beaches, although once again, crammed with tourists. I went for a good swim and was able to explore some caves while doing so. Marc’s remaining road rash kept him out of the water for fear of infection. The limestone cliffs surrounding the beaches are apparently a Mecca for rock climbers from around the world. Most impressive, and quite the showman, was a 69 year old Russian who would free climb these cliffs like a gecko at thrice the rate of the younger and tethered climbers.

The beaches made the bulk of our day, with not much of interest beyond that. In the evening, Marc was itching to go find the ladyboys for some pictures. I was happy to oblige, since, you know, Thailand. We found them without any trouble (they definitely do not hide) and were able to get a couple of good pictures, as well as slightly sexually assaulted (again, theyre not hiding, and maybe the handsiness is part of the schtick?) With that done, we headed back. Marc is feeling a bit under the weather and I’m still not comfortable being too far from a toilet.

Last day in Ao Nang. We’re supposed to catch a train from Surat Thani to Malaysia at 2 in the morning, and our transfer doesn’t leave town until 530, so I’ve got an entire day to kill. Marc likes to sleep in, so I leave him to it, rent a scooter again, and go for a ride.

I end up exploring 2 national parks. One of which consists of elevated walkways through an estuarine river, the other is a crazy spread out waterfall through Buddhist temples and jungles. Both made for some good walks and were devoid of tourists (until I showed up, anyway). The ride through the countryside was also great. I ended up getting lost a couple times, but Google put me back on track and showed me some areas I doubt tourists ever see. I have some of the ride captured with the GoPro for later editing. It was very scenic and very relaxing, although a little 125cc scooter is a little underpowered for highways…

I make my way back to Ao Nang, I enjoy 1 last meal at the hostel (really tasty dry Thai curry!) and we get our transfer. We end up on possibly the coolest bus ever - fancy lighting and decorations, comfy seating, and an actual bar on the lower level. Too bad we’re only on it for a couple hours!

Surat Thani is a nothing town. Guidebooks basically describe it as a place on the way to somewhere else. The train station is literally 2 platforms and some seating. No other amenities aside from 1 lonely vending machine. Finding out our train was cancelled did not excite nor amuse us… so, if you’re keeping track, that’s 0/2 on the train rides so far.

Sigh… there’s a cheap hostel nearby. We grab some beds, buy some mystery street food (which was actually pretty good!), and call it a night. A cab driver we talked to said we could get a transfer to Hat Yai and on to Penang in the morning. That adventure is next.

-cgtiberius

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bangkokjacknews · 5 years

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Thailand's Best Beaches

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