#source: chiff

[incorrect-malfoys]

Rodolphus: Are you mad?

Bellatrix: No

Bellatrix: So sharpening knives at 2AM is just a hobby?

[proton-wobbler]

Great Backyard Bird Off - Cosmopolitan Birds (poll 14)

Bird Info & Submission Reasons

Black Kite (Milvus migrans)

Continents: Europe, Asia, Oceania, Africa

submitted for the Asian continent, but this bird is found all over the Eastern Hemisphere

Medium-sized, rather nondescript raptor with overall dark plumage. Varies considerably across range, but always note tail fork (can disappear when tail is fully open), and short head and neck. Juvenile averages paler and more contrastingly-marked. Flight style buoyant, gliding and changing direction with ease. Frequently forages in urban areas, rubbish dumps, aquatic habitats, and grassland, but usually avoids heavily forested areas. Sometimes solitary, but also gathers in large flocks on migration and at good feeding areas. (eBird)

Common Chiffchaff (Phylloscopus collybita)

Continents: Europe, Africa, Asia

"They go chiff-chaffchaff or perhaps chaff-chiff-chaff-chiff-chaff, which i think is brilliant. They're tiny flitty birds, very busy (i think the Latin name is something like leaf-inspector) and have bigger things to care about than humans. Books describe them as "drab" but they dress in soft smart browns with dark stockings and dashing yellow eyeliner. I love hearing their peeps from the hedges. I love them, have i made that clear your Honour? Anyway, my locals are off migrating and i miss them."

A very plain leaf warbler found in a variety of wooded and scrubby habitats, often near water. Best identified by voice: song is a slightly jerky double-noted chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff… (eBird)

Image Sources: Kite (PMDE ESTEVES), Chiffchaff (Ged Tranter)

[puuggle]

Introduction!!

Hi hi!! My name is Archie but I also go by Roru, Chiff, Romeo and Pierre! I go by He/moon/paw/meow pronouns aswell :3

I am the host of a P-DID system and my current main sources are Rui, Honami and Cinnamoroll!!

My account is agere and little friendly although some of my posts may be vulgar, (I will say on the top of the post!)

My current largest interests are Project sekai, royale high, sanrio and Sailor moon!!

Feel free to add me on discord (@puuggle) if you wish to discuss anything!

[nova-ayashi]

Miss Chiff got rotated

Sometimes gravity pulls her wrong. Source Posted to Tumblr via Python, written by @cmdr_nova

[thefixeraa]

││ ( @parieur , )   //    " it doesn't make any difference where she is . "

pause .   try to remain open to be the person he needs her to be .   isn't that what women in relationship are supposed to do ?   to be that source of strength and that shoulder to cry on ?   many times ...   that is the answer to :   how many times did she have to sit through moments of marcel complaining about valenka .  she'll admit for him ,   she was willing to try and be that source of comfort .   the first couple of times were easier .   easier to sympathize and care for the open wound that was left behind when she left .   these emotional wounds are hard to heal ,   and sometimes she has to remind herself of that .   it seems chiff is far more experienced in matter's of the heart   (   in relationships ...   in intimacy with another .   )   she has no real understanding the implications of what it feels like to be heartbroken .   the fixer lives off other lived experiences .   she sits .   she observes .   she acts .   it was helpful to have the empathy for others in order to feel like she understands .

mia's head turns left and right ,   right and then left .   slowly she observes marcel pacing the floor while still seething ...   sill angry as hell .   the tip of her ring finger ghosts over the fullness of her lips ,   resting her chin within the open palm .   she is like a large cat watching from a large branch on a tree ,   but this time the tree is a chair that she happens to be lounging on .   " would you stop pacin' and sit the fuck down , "   okay ...   maybe that wasn't exactly the nicest way for her to get him to relax .   however he doesn't usually respond to something more calm .   

the conversation seems to be going no where   (   or rather the rant he's going off of has no point .   )   she shrugs while shaking her head ,   " look ...   she's gone for now ——   hopefully for good . "   if valenka was smart enough at least and had some dignity ,   which she always thought the woman had .   but who knows ...   she could be totally wrong .   " from the amount you talk about her still ,   and she's likely ain't even thinkin' about you .   i'd say it does make a difference because you still care . "

[weaver-z]

- Brocade fabric was invented by Hao Brocade in China in 300 BC. The fabric was outlawed in many parts of Europe for centuries because the complex patterns found on the textiles were "sooo scary" (source: the Novellae Constitutiones, found in the Corpus Juris Civilis ~530 AD).

- Silk chiffon was heavily associated with masculinity and military leadership prior to the 20th century. In fact, the modern English word "chief" is a bastardization of "chiff."

- The Clivesdale Sheep, a now-extinct breed of sheep found only on a specific Scottish moor, was the world's only source of hat-suitable wool. They're gone now, which is why no wool hats are commercially available anywhere on Earth anymore. Sad, really.

- Polyester was invented while scientists were under the impression that microplastics were good for the blood. While later research disproved this common theory, the original scientists behind the fabric defend their work as "cool" and "actually not really that frightening if you think about it."

I initially followed you because you have "weaver" in your url and textile arts are my special interest, but I genuinely enjoy your posts, regardless of their textile content.

I can make up some facts about textiles if you want!!

[heroicadventurists]

Comic Book Anthology Features All-Star Cast of Writers and Artists Including

Jim Lee, Gene Luen Yang, Bernard Chang, Ram V, Mariko Tamaki, Minh Lê, Trung Le Nguyen, Jim Cheung, Dustin Nguyen, Gurihiru and Many More

One-Shot Issue Hits Stores May 11, 2021

恭喜發財

(Happy Lunar New Year!)

This May, grab your favorite boba, pull a chair up to the dim sum table and celebrate Asian Pacific American Heritage Month with DC FESTIVAL OF HEROES: The Asian Superhero Celebration, DC’s newest comic book anthology debuting May 11, 2021.

The 96-page one-shot issue will commemorate DC’s rich roster of Asian and Asian American characters, presenting new tales by some of the most lauded storytellers in comics. Ram V— the current Catwoman series writer—will at last unveil the long-seeded mystery behind Shoes in an action-packed tale that follows the character as she becomes Catwoman’s protégé, revealing her real name, secret origin, and who her mother is. Eisner Award-winning author Mariko Tamaki will continue her work on the Batman mythos and present an original Cassandra Cain story, marking the author’s first time taking on DC’s iconic Asian Batgirl. Joining these stories, Minh Lê—the acclaimed writer behind the smash-hit middle grade graphic novel Green Lantern: Legacy—will team with artist Trung Le Nguyen (author and artist of The Magic Fish) for an all-new story featuring Vietnamese American Tai Pham, DC’s newest Green Lantern co-created by Lê and Green Lantern: Legacy artist Andie Tong. This anthology marks Nguyen’s first work with DC.

For the main event, New York Times bestselling author Gene Luen Yang (Superman Smashes the Klan) and artist Bernard Chang will collaborate on a very special story fit for this celebratory month. Stay tuned for more details!

Additional stories and portraits will star iconic DC characters Katana, Lady Shiva, the Atom, and New Super-Man, among others, and will be written and drawn by fan-favorite writers and artists such as Francis Manapul, Greg Pak, Alyssa Wong, Marcio Takara, Sumit Kumar, Amy Chu, Dustin Nguyen, Cliff Chiang, Jen Bartel, Gurihiru and many more.

See below for the official description and full list of collaborators announced today and above for cover art by Jim Lee with Alex Sinclair. DC FESTIVAL OF HEROES: The Asian Superhero Celebration hits stores and online retailers everywhere comics are sold on May 11, 2021.

DC FESTIVAL OF HEROES: The Asian Superhero Celebration

Written by Gene Luen Yang, Mariko Tamaki, Minh Lê, Ram V, Greg Pak, Dustin Nguyen, Amy Chu, Alyssa Wong and friends!

Drawn by Bernard Chang, Marcio Takara, Dustin Nguyen, Trung Le Nguyen, Francis Manapul, Marcus To, Sean Chen, Sumit Kumar and others!

Portraits by Chiff Chiang, Jim Cheung, Jae Lee, Jen Bartel, Kevin Wada, Philip Tan, Gurihiru and more!

Cover by Jim Lee with Alex Sinclair

Variant Cover by Stanley “Artgerm” Lau

On Sale 5/11/21

MSRP: $9.99

Grab your favorite boba and pull a chair up to the dim sum table as we celebrate Asian Pacific American Heritage Month with all your favorite Asian DC characters, old and new! Join Cassandra Cain, Katana, Green Lantern Tai Pham, the Atom, Dana Tan (a.k.a. Batman Beyond), Red Arrow, Lady Shiva, Damian Wayne and the al Ghul clan, New Super-Man, and more as we present new tales of these characters from their thrilling history! Plus, Cheshire Cat’s relationship to Cheshire is revealed as Shoes asks Selina Kyle to take her under her wing as Catgirl. And that’s just the start!

Source DC

[faunusrights]

Citrus Summers (GWS AU)

just had this idea nip into my head... i really wanna do more with menagerie and the scarlatina fam but for now have this lil snapshot of velvet growing up :)

great weiss shark au, weiss's pronouns are she/her, velvet's pronouns are she/they

###

"So, what was your hometown like?"

Velvet's used to Weiss's interest in her life; they come from two radically different ends of some bonkers spectrum of lifestyles, where one end (Velvet's) is radical self-acceptance, anti-cop sentiment, and a Scroll full to bursting with communist memes, whilst the other end (Weiss's) is... well, to be honest, Velvet doesn't like to think about what that end entails, exactly. All she knows is that it was exactly what a young shark Faunus without any clue as to her heritage didn't need. So, Velvet entertains her with stories of growing up in the deserts of Menagerie, of her time running along the trash-strewn beaches of Kuo Kuana, of her years shooting up like a weed under the relentless freckling kisses of the bright and vibrant sun.

Sometimes Velvet can tell she can't quite wrap her head around how different their lives are, yet have somehow ended up on such an intersection as to be able to call each other friends. Velvet just goes with the flow about it all.

"Well, we didn't have a hometown, really," Velvet starts, attention half-drawn to sets of plans scattered about her desk in her dorm. She's got big plans to improve Anesidora's projector and fix the information compression problems; drawing a flat 2D image into a 3D projection has always been a sticking point, but she's nearly got it down to the extent that her wireframe tests very nearly reveal the dents and dings and imperfections that it'd previously ironed out by mistake. Accuracy is key, and she crawls ever closer to a perfect 1-to-1 copy each and every day. It's just really boring work, is all. "We lived outside of the nearest town by a couple of miles, but we went there pretty regularly, so I guess you could call it that."

Weiss hums, letting herself fall back onto Velvet's unmade bed, the handwoven blankets of orange and black brought straight over from the homeland and still gritty with red dirt to prove it. "What's it called?"

"Desert Sands. Very original, I know."

"You know a lot of the people there?"

"Shit, they trade us meat and gas for potatoes and carrots and tomatoes, not to mention almost everyone there immigrated in a group with my grandparents. I know that town like my own family."

"What's your favourite thing there?"

That pulls Velvet up short, and she worries at her bottom lip as she stares as a variety of absolutely godawful equations. Thank the maidens Weiss has given her something meaty to say, because she can't bear the idea of redoing all this horrible maths. "Uh, probably the inn, as everyone else who lives there would say. Can't go wrong with a good old fashioned pint and a few rounds of pool."

"Even as a kid?" Weiss says, and Velvet can hear the raised brow even though she can't quite see it.

"Even as a kid," Velvet agrees. "My mam had a couple of pints and my da flirted with the guys and I'd go out with my siblings to meet our friends and raise a little hell. Not very often, but often enough."

Weiss goes sort of quiet, in a way that Velvet recognises as an intensive processing of what she's just heard. She wonders, briefly, if Weiss can even imagine that sort of freedom after a childhood spent locked in the same old rooms of the same old house--even when it's as big as the Schnee manor--and then pushes that thought away. If Weiss wants to ever get into all that, it'll be in her own time.

"Describe it to me?" Weiss asks in a very little voice after a few seconds, and Velvet nods. She can do that. She remembers those halcyon days like they were yesterday.

###

"Trench, I swear, if you don't repaint those window sills I'm gonna sneak down here and do it myself, asshole."

This was about as typical an entry as Taffeta Scarlatina could ever make, shouldering open the dark wood door into the Desert Sands Inn with a grin on her face and children in tow, Ash bringing up the rear and trying to pretend he couldn't see everyone turn in their seats to look to the new arrivals. It was one of those establishments with a big boxy interior and just a handful of rooms to the side, where the only three doors led into the toilets and the kitchens and the stairwell to the rooms above, and much like everything else on Menagerie, nothing ever matched; the doors had been collected from a variety of sources, the floorboards uneven and scratched and recut, the paint on the walls patchy with mismatched shades and covered with picture frames in some last-ditch attempt to hide it. No two stools matched, no three tables carved by the same hand, but that was the price of the community effort--everything you ever needed, maybe just not in the way you always expected.

"Taffeta," Trench greeted from behind the bar, turning to fetch a pair of glasses without prompting whilst making sure not to jostle the hanging bottles overhead with his great buffalo horns, split like a strange middle parting on the top of his head. "You're welcome to it, to be frank; Cinna doesn't have a clue where she's put the paint, last we saw it."

Taffeta rolled her eyes, letting go of Velvet's hand to pat her between her ears instead, the ten year old quick to laugh and duck away. "I'm sure. Not at all like I said I have some lying around the last three times I was here. You really that scared of scraping all that flaking paint off?"

"Well," Trench said after a moment, leaning under the bar for a second. "I did get some in my eyes last time, and boy, that hurted. You want your usual?"

"Pint of porter for me, and something weak for my pretty boy, lest he forget which way is up," Taffeta agreed, shooting a wink Ash's way and cackling when he blushed. "And some juice boxes for the kids?"

Trench didn't even pause, turning about to fish out a variety of colourful cartons adorned with a collection of cartoon characters, and Taffeta lifted Velvet up to plop her onto one of the few cushioned stools, Chiffon quick to use her older, longer limbs to scramble her own way up. Trench offered the drinks out freely, letting them decide between orange and passionfruit flavours, before noticing the new addition on Ash's hip. "Oh? This the newest Scarlatina?"

Satin--hardly a year old--was clinging to her da's loose shirt, dark eyes looking about in wonder, and Taffeta smiled before reaching over to brush her loose, light hair out of her eyeline. "Sure is. Gettin' real big already, so we thought it was high time to meet the folks around here. She won't be the last, though." At that, Taffeta leant across the bar, dropping her voice low. "Would you believe me if I said Ash is already askin' for the next one?"

"Slander," Ash shot back, face still pink. "I just said four is a rounder number than three."

Trench made a face, glancing pointedly away. "My girl woulda mounted my horns on the wall for that one. We had just the one and she swore off the rest before I could even consider it. Count yourself lucky."

"Cinnamon's a good kid," Ash offered, rearranging Satin to sit a little nicer in his lap. "I think that all worked out in the end."

Taffeta rolled her eyes, watching as Velvet picked the orange juice for herself, leaving the eldest to the passionfruit. "Doesn't that imply we have so many 'cause you don't think just one was good enough? Chiff's a darling, if a bit of a pain in my ass, huh, baby?"

Chiffon ignored them both to instead help Velvet punch the straw into the carton, and Ash grinned. "Just one was perfect, but you told me yourself that you don't think I know when to fold."

"You don't," Trench interjected, pouring out a pint of something dark and bitter enough to linger on the tongue. "When we played poker last year... phew. Thank the maidens it was a couple's night, else you woulda been walking home absolutely stark--"

"--drunk," Taffeta quickly interrupted, glancing towards the kids who stared back with wide eyes. "Been walking home absolutely stark... trashed. Wasted. Uh, Trench, what's on the menu today, whilst it's on my mind?"

As they discussed the menu (Taffeta eager to point out the contributions of the family crops, asking, overly sweetly, and who traded you those lovely chickens? they must have been very generous), Chiffon turned to Ash in her seat, legs swinging freely, bumping into the overly-varnished wood of the bar. "Da? Can me 'n Velv go out and play?"

"Sure can, kiddo," Ash said, though he was quick to grab Chiffon's arm before she could throw herself off the stool with the straw still in her mouth. "Woah, take that out first before you end up swallowing it. You remember the rules?"

Chiffon nodded, face cast all seriously. "Don't go outta town. Be back before dark. If someone tries to bully us, punch 'em in the nose."

"And?" Ash added, drawing his brows together.

Velvet chirped up. "Cops aren't friends!"

At that, Ash broke out into a grin, as bright as Velvet's and twice as toothy. "That's right. You go have fun, and don't eat too many snacks; we're having dinner here before we go home."

Chiffon slid free of her stool, turning about to help Velvet down too, and then the pair scampered towards the door with a harmonised yes da! before pulling it open to the main road outside, the sunlight blisteringly bright, the sky an endless, cloudless blue overhead. The paint on the windowsill peeled off and flecked away, and under their shoes, the ground crunched.

Everything tasted of oranges.

###

Weiss sits silently.

"Did you get back before dark?"

Velvet snorts, sitting back in her chair until it creaks dangerously below. "Just about, though my mam didn't look all that impressed. Still, can't do much about it; we didn't even have, like, landline calls back then, let alone Scrolls and shit."

Weiss laughs to herself, rolling over and tucking her legs up onto Velvet's bed until she's curled atop the blankets, running a thumb over the wool quietly, repetitively. Truth is, they still smell of Menagerie, of home; Velvet could wash it a thousand times, but the earthy scent of hot summers and prickling scrublands sticks like its own aura.

"I'm jealous," Weiss says simply, and then she draws the blankets up to partly cocoon herself, tight across the ribs, loose about the ankles. "Will I... would you show me it, sometime? If I went there?"

It's sweet. Velvet wishes she could travel through time and show it to Weiss from the start; she wishes she could have told her what she would have, in the future. Look, see? This is real. You can have this too. Happiness doesn't only exist for people far away; you get to feel this, too.

"Of course," Velvet says with a smile, instead. "Bold if you to think my parents don't demand they meet every single last one of my friends."

Weiss grins back, all shark-toothed and sharp, and Velvet likes how it looks on her face. It took her team months to eek it out of her more often than every couple of weeks, but now, it's practically daily. "I'm afraid the offer doesn't extend back to you."

"Thanks the maidens," Velvet says, very seriously. "Because if I ever meet your dad, I'm setting his car alight."

[ranichi17]

For history ask: 2- 3- 5- 8- 12- 21

2. Historical figure you love to hate

meet me in the pit, vic//to//ri//a

perish @ hen//ry viii

also, @ agui//naldo: bitch.

and finally, daniel tirona you can go choke

special mention goes to pater//no and buenca//mino aka mga pambansang balimbing ng pilipinas

don’t even get me started about the mar//co//ses

3. Historical figure you want to write a paper/dissertation/book about

i know i like to bitch about rizal a lot but i really want to write something about him and his relationship with his sisters at some point. mostly for his sisters.

5. Historical figure we should talk more about

answered

8. Favourite secondary source

i would like to love sta//cy s//chiff but i have some issues i want to raise with her prose and some of her facts

12. Favourite world leader

i have no respect for any of them

21. How good are you at remembering names and dates?

also answered

[ourworldofenergy]

More Interesting Energy Stories that you Might Have Missed

Guest blog by Mr. R. U. Cirius: Here are some interesting and somewhat offbeat energy stories that haven’t gotten much media attention that OWOE readers might have missed.

New Cryptocrude

The government of Venezuela, which has been unable to get inflation in the country under control (see new 200,000 Bolivar note worth 0.1 cents), has come up with a new idea on how to monetize their oil resource wealth – they are planning to introduce a variation of a cryptocurrency in the form of digitized oil. Venezuela is purported to have the largest oil reserves in the world, 304 billion barrels, which is just ahead of Saudi Arabia at 298 billion barrels. Unfortunately, most of this is extra-heavy oil that is very difficult and expensive to produce, and the mismanagement by the government has led to a precipitous drop in production over the last decade. The solution: don’t try to produce the oil, sell it virtually while it is still in the ground. Make the money now without having to do any work and leave the messy details on how to produce heavy oil to someone else.

The idea has garnered interest from Canada, another country with large heavy oil deposits that has also struggled with developing its resources, which has been in discussions with the Venezuelan government to do a joint cryptocrude offering that would include the tar sands oil in Alberta.

Avian Turbines

Birds, while an important part of our ecosystem, may not be used to their full potential. People are beginning to ask “could we be utilizing them more?” One company, Birdines, is looking for creative ways to do so. They have been exploring the concept of attaching a small wind turbine onto birds on long flight paths to harness a bit of wind energy.

While it might not seem like a bird could produce very much energy, with multiple flocks Birdines has shown that they could produce a sufficient amount of energy to run their production facility. The big challenge is how to harness that energy. They are working on a number of ideas ranging from wireless transmission to small batteries. As a first step, they are planning to place test turbines on a number of birds at the start of their migration, track the levels of energy generated during flight, and send collectors to bring back equipment for further evaluation. (See Fig. 1.) Engineers have worked tirelessly to ensure that these wind turbines will not affect the birds’ flight or safety. In fact, one interesting finding from their studies is that the turbines actually make the birds more attractive to their mates, which has helped get PETA onboard as a supporter of the effort. Over time, as their design becomes more widely used, they are predicting that it will be possible to power companies all over the world along the flight paths of these migratory birds.

Fig. 1 – Avian Turbine (image by Birdines)

Young Aspiring Female Engineer Merges Robotics and AI

California has its fair share of geniuses but they seem to congregate in the entertainment industries. However, at one dedicated technical high school, Ms. Noel Hayley, an aspiring engineer, has been turning heads with her research and independent school projects. She’s won several competitions for engineering challenges including building bridges out of popsicle sticks, producing energy from ocean currents, etc. But more recently she has turned her intellectual curiosity and technical prowess to robotics and AI.

Building robots using 3-D printing technology has been straightforward enough, but the AI part has presented a number of challenges. Most surprising, one day, in the lab, while listening to a radio segment with Bill Nye and Justin Trudeau (the Prime Minister of Canada), the robotic arm she was working on took on an unorthodox pose (see Fig. 2).

Fig. 2 – Robotic Arm Malfunction

“I haven’t been able to figure out why this happened. I ran some more experiments with other speakers – the arm behaved properly,” said Ms. Hayley. “Then I ran a different speech by the PM and the same malfunction occurred. Again and again, every time that I played a speech by the PM of Canada, the robot defaulted to this position.”  Although Ms. Hayley was dumbfounded as to this behavior, she started getting requests form Canadians for copies of the robot arm, “as is”. Ms. Hayley is still working on developing the robot for oil and gas work, but in the meantime has started a side business selling copies of the malfunctioning robot to folks in Canada. “For some reason, they especially like these in Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba and Newfoundland.”

Bio Power to the Rescue!

For some years now, scientists and keepers at the Tennessee Aquarium have been using an electric eel to power the lights of a Christmas tree.  Researchers at Tennessee Tech and Oak Mound National Laboratory have now taken that one step further and believe that they can harness sufficient power from eels for long distance trucking and that the whole system can be biology-based and totally carbon neutral. One huge benefit is the elimination of recharge time during long hauls. Since eels eat virtually anything that can fit in their mouths, the EEL-V driver needs to only stop for a meal or bathroom break, throw a bucket of small fish, shrimp, fly larvae, or any other protein source into the tank and get right back on the road. A photo showing the EEL-V prototype during road tests is shown in Fig. 3 in which the first module contains eels in water, which generate power to propel the truck down the road. The second module is the actual cargo trailer.

Fig. 3 – EEL-V

Organic Storage of Renewable Energy

About a year ago, researchers at a Texas university announced a breakthrough in energy storage that combines solar gathering with thermal release. In the year since, numerous other research initiatives have focused on such molecular solar thermal storage systems. One such promising technology is being developed by Dr. Yudun Phul Mi, research lead at the Coshocton Institute for Carbon Research (CICR). Dr. Mi has announced a novel means of energy storage and quotes: “Renewable energy is great. It’s clean and there is enough of it to power the world. The problem is that it’s intermittent.”  Dr. Mi continues, “We’ve developed a novel means to store renewable energy using organic, plant based starches as feedstock.” According to Dr. Mi and his colleagues, the process of storing energy in starches is simple, and it would also be possible to capture atmospheric carbon into the new material. The key breakthrough that has eluded many researchers has been how to compactly store the new energy-dense material. “Our team,” Dr. Mi continues, “realized that arranging the starches in layers and then subjecting them to pressure and temperature would yield a semi-solid.” In simplest terms, see Fig. 4.

Fig. 4 – Renewable Energy Storage Using Starches

When asked about the energy storage potential, Dr. Mi explained that it was about 24 MJ / kg and that it would store energy for many years. “On a larger scale, we could even bury it for future populations to unearth as needed in 10, 100, or even 1000 years in the future. Of course, we still have to figure out how to burn it without emitting the carbon dioxide and other pollutants back into the atmosphere.” Additional research is being undertaken at CICR to determine whether the process could be modified to yield liquid energy stores that could then be pumped into underground reservoirs or porous sand deposits.

Harvesting the Energy from Crop Circles

Professor Emeritus Albus Dumblebee at HST (Hoagmoles School of Technology) in Edinburgh, UK, who has spent most of his career researching crop circles has developed a new concept for harvesting energy from these circles. Despite claims from some that the circles are created by alien visitors to the earth and from others that such phenomena are hoaxes, Professor Dumblebee believed that there was a more natural basis for the circles. After extensive research and excavation at a number of circles in the UK, he reported that he had found a highly concentrated radioactive source buried under several of these circles. Laboratory testing of these sources shows that they emit a pulsating spherical radiation field and that the perimeter of the crop circle coincides with the location where the peak energy pulse intersects the surface of the earth. Thus, the larger the point radiation source and the shallower it is buried, the larger the manifestation of the crop circle.

With this new understanding of how the crop circles are made, he has developed the concept of a large-scale partial-sphere flux capacitor (see Fig. 5). The partial-sphere flux capacitor will fit exactly on the crop circle which will allow it to capture the radioactive energy from each pulse generated by the buried radioactive source. Professor Dumblebee is currently working on the mechanism to convert the captured radioactive energy into electricity and feed it into the electrical grid. He believes that a field of 5 typical crop circles can generate enough electricity to displace approximately 100MW of conventional fossil fuel driven power plants, thus helping the world move toward a fossil fuel free future.

Fig. 5 – 2D Representation of 3D Flux Capacitor (credit Muller, et.al., and Dr. Emmett Brown)

Canadian Researchers Make Major Renewable Energy Breakthrough

Research from the Cape and the Rock have made a significant breakthrough in renewable power efficiency from wind and wave. At a press conference to reveal their breakthrough, team members summarized the technology as combining a bunny hug or doeskin with a vi-co. “We had many smattes over many chiffes, subsisting at times on bines and jam-busters when we sure g’awn witcha. There was no takitish.” Said another researcher about the team effort, “Lashins tof till I was rawny, but we kept the jinkers out of there so we wouldn’t be huffed: Soon enough it was full flye duckish.” Canadian government officials on hand were like buckle bunnies with new gotch: It was skookum tickety-boo. Research will be published in the upcoming quarterly journal of Timmies.

More Interesting Energy Stories that you Might Have Missed was originally published on OurWorldofEnergy

[sussex-nature-lover]

Saturday 27th June 2020

Ranting Indoors

I meant to post this earlier in the week when it was hot and not like it is today here, which is very dull and overcast with wet ground. It’s considerably cooler too.

It made me laugh for the reason I’ve circled in red, but also it made me cross because if you’re trying to get across an important message, the least you can do is make sure you’ve checked what you’re putting out.

I’m sure anyone reading here is very responsible, but I did also laugh at the memory of us as a family sitting on a Spanish beach for the morning and then learning just how hot the sand had become as we tried to leave for lunch. Let’s just say it involved a human chain and some beach towels to make ourselves a path - much to the amusement of the locals who’d arrived with all the equipment needed to construct a small village. That was another source of amusement, the multi-generational gatherings from babyhood, childhood, young lovers, middle aged linchpins and the very elderly, with absolutely everything they could possibly need.This took our standards of people watching for entertainment to a whole new level and was amazing. Those beach bags could teach Mary Poppins a thing or two. 

*Author’s Note: I’m shocked. Mary Poppins would never put shoes on the table!

The other reason I’m ranting this week is RUBBISH. My reason’s not rubbish, but rubbish and debris left behind at beauty spots, beaches and anywhere people have been gathering has hit the news big time. There are plenty of photos and videos on social media and in the press showing the volume and the massive clean up operations that have to be put in place. It’s absolutely sickening that people can behave in such a way. It really isn’t hard to automatically bag your trash and take it home to dispose of properly - is it? is it so incredibly hard? Whose responsibility do these litter louts think it should be?

And yes, I am criticising those who attended the Pier Head in Liverpool to celebrate the Club’s Premier League title with a crowd. Shame on you for risking the health of an area which is already subject to a high outbreak of Covid-19 and then to leave it looking like the City dump. The Club have joined with the Council in asking people to behave responsibly and I hope everyone starts to listen to their message.

What happened to the premise that you leave somewhere as you found it? It should just be automatic, people shouldn’t even have to think about it.

At the beginning of lockdown we very quickly began to see a positive effect on the environment and people were pleased. It hasn’t taken long for that attitude to be completely reversed by some.

To calm myself down we had a nice bacon and roasted tomato breakfast roll and a quick visit from M Flambeau

What striking good looks they have

We were chatting about whether to do some more gardening or go for a walk and the heavens have opened, so it was lucky we weren’t part way around the fields. It’s a very stark contrast from yesterday. We’ve decided to have a lazy day and watch the football. I’ve got some ironing to get rid of and I’m going to watch the birds directly outside the patio doors. My current mission is to track down and ID a Chiff Chaff. It’s driving me mad as I can hear them all around but have yet to make a positive ID. I must have seen them, I must have, but seeing something and knowing you’ve seen it are two different things.

BIRDWATCH:

Here right now through the rainy windows

To the front. Young Robins, plenty of Chaffinch, Blue Tits, Great Tits, a Blackbird, two Great Spotted Woodpeckers, a House Sparrow, Nuthatch and some individual Dunnocks.

At the side: Joe Rook, a Magpie, a couple of Jackdaw, one Wood Pigeon and a Rabbit.

Sad to report that since my excitement at spotting a Green Finch and the return of the Long Tailed Tits, I’ve not seen either again so far but I’m on high alert.

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Une pluie de pleurs

Une pluie de pleurs

Sous ces tonnerres du matin,

La pluie des pleurs tomba,

Le sol commence à générer du chiendent,

Les idées et les plantes en sortent toutes chiffes,

Tard dans la nuit, des bombardements ici et ailleurs,

On n’est pas bien traité,

Des coliques à source inconnue,

Chacun souffre de son côté,

On se dit, une pluie de pleurs,

Un scandale dans la société,

J’ai senti ces…

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Mes ancêtres et la guerre de 1870

La conférence en ligne de Jérôme Malhache, généalogiste professionnel, à propos des soldats de la guerre de 1870, organisée récemment par My Heritage, m’a donné envie de regarder dans les archives si mes ancêtres avaient participé à cette guerre entre l’Allemagne et la France, vieille de presque cent-cinquante ans.

Mes arrière-grands-pères n’ont pas combattu durant la guerre de 1870

Mes quatre arrière-grands-pères étant tous nés après 1850 y ont échappé, parfois de justesse, puisque le recrutement concernait les classes 1863 à 1870 (recrues nées entre 1843 et 1850) et qu’il a ensuite été étendu jusqu’à la classe 1855.

J’ai tout de même pu consulter le registre matricule ou la fiche matricule les concernant.

Le plus âgé d’entre eux est Emile DEQUIDT né le 19 août 1851 à Cassel. Malheureusement, sa fiche matricule ne figure pas dans les états signalétiques de la classe 1871 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque qui ont été mis en ligne.

Ensuite vient Camille DEHAENE, né le 8 octobre 1851 à Zermezeele. On trouve sa fiche à la page 180 du volume 1 des états signalétiques de la classe 1871 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque. Ses caractéristiques physiques n’ont pas été remplies parce qu’il était évident qu’il allait être réformé ou tout au moins placé dans un service à faibles risques, étant l’aîné des garçons d’une veuve. Il n’avait pas encore quatre ans lorsqu’il a perdu son père.

fiche matricule de Camille DEHAENE (source site des AD 59)

Il a été désigné pour être planton au service télégraphique de l’artillerie de Dunkerque mais a- t-il réellement effectué cette mission car il n’y a aucune date d’arrivée au corps. Il a rapidement été placé dans la réserve de l’armée active à partir du 1° juillet 1872 selon l’article 74 de la loi du 27 juillet 1872. Il a ensuite effectué quelques périodes d’exercices de une à trois semaines dans le 110° régiment d’infanterie de ligne en 1878, 1880 et 1883.

Charles DENAES est né le 21 février 1853 à Cassel. Les tables alphabétiques du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque pour la classe 1873 nous indiquent qu’il porte le numéro de matricule 3035. Son état signalétique se trouve à la page 62 du registre de la classe 1873 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque. Ses caractéristiques physiques nous sont décrites : cheveux et sourcils blonds, yeux bleus, front rond, nez moyen, bouche moyenne, menton rond, visage ovale et il mesure 1m 66. Il a été déclaré « propre au service » et affecté au 36° régiment d’infanterie, du 5 janvier 1875 au 13 août 1878. Il a également effectué quelques périodes d’exercices dans le 110° régiment d’infanterie en 1880, 1882 et 1884 et il a été nommé adjudant de réserve le 27 mai 1892.

fiche matricule de Charles DENAES (source site des AD 59)

Le plus jeune de mes arrière-grands-pères est Jérémie VANBREMEERSCH, né le 18 août 1860 à Ebblinghem. Les tables alphabétiques du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque pour la classe 1880 nous indiquent qu’il porte le numéro de matricule 266. Sa fiche matricule se trouve dans le volume 1, à la page 274, du registre de la classe 1880 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque. Ses caractéristiques physiques sont totalement différentes de celles de Charles DENAES, il a les cheveux et les sourcils noirs, les yeux gris, le front rond, le nez moyen, la bouche moyenne, le menton allongé,  le visage ovale et il mesure 1m69. Il a été déclaré « propre au service ». Il a rejoint les 3° et 5° compagnies du train d’artillerie (27° régiment) le 14 novembre 1881. Il est devenu trompette le 13 octobre 1883 puis il a été réformé avec congé N°2 (c’est-à-dire qu’il a une invalidité résultant d’une blessure ou d’une maladie sans rapport avec le service), par la Commission spéciale de Cambrai. Cette infirmité ou maladie n’a pas dû être bien grave car Jérémie VANBREMEERSCH a vécu jusqu’à l’âge de quatre-vingt-treize ans.

fiche matricule de Jérémie VANBREMEERSCH (source site des AD 59)

Certains frères de mes arrière-grands-parents ont combattu durant la guerre de 1870

J’ai recensé, parmi les frères de mes huit arrière-grands-parents, quelques hommes, nés entre 1835 et 1850, non mariés et sans enfants, ayant été susceptibles d’être mobilisés durant la guerre de 1870. Il s’agit de :

Charles Louis Henri DENAES né le 13 mai 1841

Aimé Louis Joseph DEQUIDT né le 19 mars 1843 à Cassel

Henri Louis DEGROOTE né le 2 avril 1844 à Hondeghem

Jules Henri DEQUIDT né le 8 mai 1844 à Cassel

Benoît Augustin DEGROOTE né le 17 octobre 1845 à Hondeghem

Henri Xavier VITTU né le 1° janvier 1847 à Lestrem

Charles Louis DEGROOTE né le 1° novembre 1847 à Hondeghem

Charles Louis Désiré DEQUIDT né le 25 février 1848 à Cassel

Rémy Albery VANBREMEERSCH né le 14 janvier 1850 à Ebblinghem

Les états signalétiques du bureau de Dunkerque, en ligne, ne commençant qu’en 1867, il ne m’a pas été possible de consulter les fiches des cinq oncles de mes grands-parents nés entre 1841 et 1845.Je n’ai pas non plus retrouvé la fiche matricule d’Henri Xavier VITTU qui est né à Lestrem dans le Pas de Calais et qui dépendait du bureau de Béthune. Mais sa famille s’étant déplacée à Winnezeele, dans le Nord,  dans les années 1850-1855, il devrait dépendre du bureau de Dunkerque. Or, il ne figure pas sur les registres de la classe 1867.

Il ne reste donc plus que les trois derniers de la liste.

La fiche matricule de Charles Louis DEGROOTE se trouve dans le volume 1 des états signalétiques de la classe 1867 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque, à la page 162. Sa description physique nous apprend qu’il a les cheveux et les sourcils châtains bruns, les yeux bleus, le front et le nez ordinaire, la bouche moyenne, le visage ovale, le teint coloré et sa taille est de 1m71.

fiche matricule de Charles DEGROOTE (source site des AD 59)

Il a combattu dans l’armée du Nord. Il est entré au service le 14 août 1870 et il a, tout d’abord, été affecté au 110° régiment d’infanterie de ligne de Dunkerque, puis dans l’artillerie de la place de Gravelines et enfin dans celle de la place de Dunkerque. Il a été « licencié », c’est-à-dire libéré de ses obligations militaires, le 31 décembre 1872.

 La fiche matricule de Charles Louis Désiré DEQUIDT se trouve dans le volume 1 des états signalétiques de la classe 1868 du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque, à la page 147. Il nous est décrit comme ayant les cheveux et sourcils châtains clairs, les yeux bleus, le front rond, le nez et la bouche moyens, le menton rond, le visage ovale, le teint ordinaire et il mesure 1m78.

fiche matricule de Charles DEQUIDT (source site des AD 59)

Il a été appelé le 14 août 1870 pour rejoindre la 1° compagnie du train d’artillerie divisionnaire à la caserne Marchiennes à Douai. Il a combattu dans l’armée du Nord jusqu’à ce qu’il soit « licencié », le 31 décembre 1872.

 On trouve deux fiches matricules pour Rémy Albéry (qui devient Albéric sur sa fiche matricule) VANBREMEERSCH car ses parents ont payé un remplaçant pour que leur fils ne parte pas à la guerre.

Les deux fiches se trouvent respectivement à la page 96 du tome 1 et à la page 74 du tome 2 des états signalétiques du bureau de recrutement de Dunkerque de la classe 1870.

première fiche matricule de Rémy VANBREMEERSCH (source site des AD 59)

Sa description physique est la suivante : cheveux et sourcils châtains, yeux bleus, front haut, nez grand, bouche moyenne, menton rond, visage ovale, et sa taille est de 1m67.

Il a été déclaré « propre au service » le 8 septembre 1870. Il est entré au service de l’armée, dans le 5° régiment de lanciers, le 10 octobre 1870 puis il est passé, trois jours plus tard, au 17° régiment de dragons, stationné à Saint-Omer.

deuxième fiche matricule de Rémy VANBREMEERSCH (source site des AD 59)

Son remplaçant a pris sa place au 17° dragons, le 18 novembre 1871. Il semblerait que, malgré son remplacement, Rémy VANBREMEERSCH soit resté dans l’armée. Une annotation nous indique qu’il était à Bordeaux en 1871 et il a, tout comme les autres soldats, le tampon « licencié le 31 décembre 1872 ». Le nom de son remplaçant ne figure sur aucune des deux fiches.

  Les pertes familiales durant la guerre de 1870

 Même si les trois oncles de mes grands-parents, cités précédemment, n’ont pas perdu la vie durant la guerre de 1870, ce n’est pas le cas de tous.

Je citerai l’exemple de Louis Cornil DEQUIDT, un cousin germain de mon arrière-grand-père, Emile DEQUIDT. Il était né le 16 septembre 1848 à Zuytpeene. Sa fiche matricule se trouve page 168 du volume 1 des états signalétiques de la classe 1868.

première fiche matricule de Louis DEQUIDT qui concerne plus particulièrement la carrière militaire de son remplaçant (source site des AD 59)

On peut y lire qu’il a été remplacé, le 29 avril 1869, pour le service militaire, par Léonce DAUCHY qui était également né à Zuytpeene,  un an et demi avant lui. Les parents de celui-ci étant décédés, il avait très certainement besoin de se constituer un pactole pour bien démarrer dans la vie et prendre épouse, ce qu’il fit en 1876. Il a rejoint le 3° zouaves le 20 octobre 1869.

Mais que s’est-il passé dans la tête de Louis Cornil DEQUIDT, une fois la guerre venue ? Etait-ce du pur patriotisme avec la volonté de défendre sa patrie violée par les Allemands ? Ou voulait-il seulement montrer qu’il n’était pas une chiffe-molle, qu’il savait se battre, qu’il était un homme ? Il s’est engagé volontairement pour la durée de la guerre et il est entré au service de l’armée le 28 août 1870. Il a également été affecté au 3° zouaves, tout comme son remplaçant.

deuxième fiche matricule de Louis DEQUIDT qui concerne sa carrière militaire en tant qu’engagé volontaire (source site des AD 59)

Louis Cornil DEQUIDT n’aura combattu que durant trois mois puisqu’il a été porté disparu, le 28 novembre 1870, à la bataille de Beaune la Rolande, dans le Loiret. Frédéric BAZILLE, un peintre impressionniste, originaire de Montpellier, dont j’avais vu l’exposition au musée d’Orsay, est également mort dans ce combat.

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Le flou

Je ne sais pas si ça vous arrive. À moi souvent. Je me lève, après un long moment passé assise, et j'ai un petit vertige. Ma vue se brouille pendant quelques secondes et hop' c'est reparti. C'est un cas purement physionomique. Qui arrive au commun des mortels. C'est pas important. Ça n'a rien de grave, non.

Je ne sais pas si ça vous arrive. De cligner des yeux, assise contre les rangées de casier du lycée, ton sac en guise de dossier, de voir celui là, qui passe en te regardant avec un petit sourire moqueur, et puis en un battement de cil il disparaît. Tout disparaît.

Tu ne t'en rends même pas compte. Tu poursuis tes pensées. Tu plonges dans cet univers qui n'appartient qu'à toi. Dans ton esprit, ta conscience, source de tout tes maux.

Pendant plusieurs minutes, voire quelques heures, tu vis un rêve éveillé avec des centaines de personnages différents qui t'appartiennent jusqu'aux bouts des ongles.

D'un seul coup tu clignes des yeux et tout revient. Tu étais partie.

Tu te frottes les yeux tu regardes autour de toi, tu reprends contact avec la réalité.

Et tu retiens cette larme vacillante et ce rire amer en observant ton entourage.

Ils sont toujours là.

C'est même pire. Au fond, il y a ceux qui ont prétendus être tes "potes" pendant une année entière, ceux en qui tu as cru avant qu'ils ne te laissent tomber comme une chiffe molle. Ils te regardent et tu peux presque entendre leurs insultes.

Les gens passent. La vie poursuit son cours. Tu es sortie de ta bulle. Mais tu restes figée.

Tu le sens dans tes veines. Tu le lis sur ses regards moqueurs. Tu le vois dans la glace. Dans les yeux de ta mère désespérée. Dans ceux de ton père fou de rage.

Tu le vois partout. Ça te brule les veines.

Tu es différente.

Tu fermes les yeux et te rappelle les paroles de ta mère te traitant d'egoiste.

Non maman.

Je n'ai pas la même conscience du monde qui m'entoure c'est tout.

Et encore une fois tu souris avec ironie.

Différente. Ce mot empoisonné. Ce cerveau empoisonné. Cette vie empoisonnée.

Et tes larmes salées qui ne cessent de couler.

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Extra Blog Part 2

When it all goes horribly wrong

The photos I posted already over run the tale that last night we saw the little bird (female Chaffinch or (very) outside chance Chiff Chaff) going inside the nest box with some grass. We knew that the vast amount of sizeable materials couldn’t possibly have been brought in by such a little bird though and then it became clear that the Song Thrush was building on top of the nest box - the sloping top of the nest box.

The ‘nest’ is so loosely gathered. She is turning and sitting and trying to give it some form, but the sheer amount of material seems to be making it unwieldy.

I did discover where a lot of the twigs are being sourced.

I’d cut down a lot of the dead Jasmine in the back garden and raked it all into a very neat pile to take down to the wild area, but not got around to that yet. Got up this morning to see it scattered far and wide. I think it’s become a One Stop Shop.

Well, sadly, the inevitable happened

She’s been coming back and having another go, so I nipped out and gathered up the moss and stuff from the floor, putting it handy on the log pile 

I thought I was doing her a favour, but she caught me and flew away. It’s a fine line between helping and putting her off altogether, so I think I need to keep out of it and just watch to see what happens.  Maybe she’ll give up but the box will get used by someone else.

TBC I’ll keep you posted  *No pun intended, promise.