Nice China Mould photos

Nice China Mould photos

Check out these china mould images:

NYC – Metropolitan Museum of Art: Armor for Man and Horse
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Armors for Man and Horse
Etched steel
Wolfgang Grosschedel (record 1517-1562)
German (Landshut), man’s armor around 1535, horse armor date 1554

Wolfgang Grosschedel was the most famous Landshut armorer of his generation. Included among his patrons were the Holy Roman Emperor and Philip II of Spain. These armors for man and horse constitute superb examples of Grosschedel’s work from different periods in his career.

The man’s armor, dating from about 1535, is stamped with Grosschedel’s personal mark and that of LAndshut. The etched decoration includes human figures and ornaments copied from engravings by the German printmaker Barthel Beham.

The horse armor, dated 1554, is complete and homogenous and though unmarked can be attributed to Grosschedel on stylistic grounds.

**

The collection of armor, edged weapons, and firearms in The Metropolitan Museum of Art ranks with those of the other great armories of the world, in Vienna, Madrid, Dresden, and Paris. It consists of approximately 15,000 objects that range in date from about 400 B.C. to the nineteenth century. Though Western Europe and Japan are the regions most strongly represented–the collection of more than five thousand pieces of Japanese armor and weapons is the finest outside Japan–the geographical range of the collection is extraordinary, with examples from the Near East, the Middle East, India, Central Asia, China, Southeast Asia, Indonesia, and North America. The Arms and Armor Galleries were renovated and reinstalled in 1991 to display to better effect the outstanding collection of armor and weapons of sculptural and ornamental beauty from around the world.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art‘s permanent collection contains more than two million works of art from around the world. It opened its doors on February 20, 1872, housed in a building located at 681 Fifth Avenue in New York City. Under their guidance of John Taylor Johnston and George Palmer Putnam, the Met’s holdings, initially consisting of a Roman stone sarcophagus and 174 mostly European paintings, quickly outgrew the available space. In 1873, occasioned by the Met’s purchase of the Cesnola Collection of Cypriot antiquities, the museum decamped from Fifth Avenue and took up residence at the Douglas Mansion on West 14th Street. However, these new accommodations were temporary; after negotiations with the city of New York, the Met acquired land on the east side of Central Park, where it built its permanent home, a red-brick Gothic Revival stone "mausoleum" designed by American architects Calvert Vaux and Jacob Wrey Mold. As of 2006, the Met measures almost a quarter mile long and occupies more than two million square feet, more than 20 times the size of the original 1880 building.

In 2007, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was ranked #17 on the AIA 150 America’s Favorite Architecture list.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was designated a landmark by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1967. The interior was designated in 1977.

National Historic Register #86003556

Ficus pumila L.
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Kelana Jaya, Selangor, Malaysia.

Ficus pumila L. Moraceae. CN: [Malay – Ara jalar], Climbing fig, Creeping fig, Creeping rubberplant, Figvine. Native to China, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam. Elsewhere cultivated as ornamental. Creeping fig is an enthusiastic climber able to scramble up vertical surfaces 3 and 4 stories tall with the aid of a powerful adhesive. This vine coats surfaces with a tracery of fine stems that are densely covered with small heart shaped leaves that are 1 inch long by about 2 cm wide, they are held closely to the surface creating a mat of foliage that extends barely 2.5 cm from the surface. These are the juvenile leaves. Once the vine has reach the top of its support if will begin to form horizontal branches on which adult foliage is borne. Adult leaves are held alternately in two rows along these branches. They are more leathery than the juveniles, and are dark green, and about 7.6 cm long by 5 cm wide. The fruit is a fig (a sycamore). These are borne only on the horizontal stems, they are pale green in color and about 7.6 cm long by 6.4 cm wide. Most experts warn against allowing the climbing fig to attach itself to your home, garage, or other valuable buildings. This winding vine will peel paint, pop screws, and otherwise wreak havoc on fences, buildings, and any other structure. It can also attract insects and mold that cause costly damage. Very invasive and difficult to eradicate. The seeds and other plant parts are poisonous.

Synonym(s):
Ficus awkeotsang Makino [Ficus pumila var. awkeotsang]
Ficus repens Rottler [Ficus pumila var. pumila]

Ref and suggested reading:
www.ars-grin.gov/cgi-bin/npgs/html/taxon.pl?16951
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficus_pumila
www.bitterrootrestoration.com/medicinal-plants/creeping-f…

Nice Tooling Factory photos

Nice Tooling Factory photos

A few nice tooling factory images I found:

Factory
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Fralib Elephant tea Factory, Gémenos, France.

Swarovski Crystal Worlds – Kristallwelten Swarovski
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Facebook Costel Photography

Daniel Swarovski (October 24, 1862 – January 23, 1956), formerly Daniel Swartz, was born in northern Bohemia (now the Czech Republic). His father was a glass cutter who owned a small glass factory. It was there that a young Swarovski served an apprenticeship, becoming skilled in the art of glass-cutting. In 1892 he patented an electric cutting machine that facilitated the production of crystal glass.
In 1895, Swarovski financier Armand Kosman and Franz Weis founded the Swarovski company, originally known as A. Kosmann, Daniel Swartz & Co., which was later shortened to K.S. & Co. The company established a crystal cutting factory in Wattens, Tyrol (Austria), to take advantage of local hydroelectricity for the energy-intensive grinding processes Daniel Swarovski patented. The Swarovski Crystal range includes crystal glass sculptures and miniatures, jewelry and couture, home decor, and chandeliers.
All sculptures are marked with a logo. The original Swarovski logo was an edelweiss flower, which was replaced by an S.A.L. logo, which was finally replaced with the current swan logo in 1988. To create crystal glass that lets light refract in a rainbow spectrum, Swarovski coats some of its products with special metallic chemical coatings. For example, Aurora Borealis, or "AB", gives the surface a rainbow appearance.[8] Other coatings are named by the company, including Crystal Transmission, Volcano, Aurum, and Dorado. Coatings may be applied to only part of an object; others are coated twice, and thus are designated AB 2X, Dorado 2X etc.
In 2004 Swarovski released Xilion, a copyrighted cut designed to optimise the brilliance of Roses (components with flat backs) and Chatons (diamond cut). The Swarovski Group also includes Tyrolit (makers of abrasive and cutting tools); Swareflex (reflective and luminous road markings); Signity (synthetic and natural gemstones); and Swarovski Optik (optical instruments such as binoculars and rifle scopes).
The company runs a crystal-themed museum, Swarovski Kristallwelten (Crystal Worlds) at its original Wattens site (near Innsbruck, Tyrol, Austria). The Crystal Worlds centre is fronted by a glass-covered head, the mouth of which is a fountain. The glass-covered Crystal Worlds houses exhibitions related to, or inspired by, the crystals – but do not include explanations of how the famous designs are made, produced or finished. Swarovski work was recently exhibited at Asia’s Fashion Jewellery & Accessories Fair based on the concept of a single continuous beam of fragmented light travelling through a crystal. (Wikipedia)

factory tools
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Nice Rook Rifle photos

Nice Rook Rifle photos

A few nice rook rifle images I found:

Image from page 11 of “Carolina magazine [serial]” (1921)
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Identifier: carolinamagazine1942univ
Title: Carolina magazine [serial]
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: University of North Carolina (1793-1962). Dialectic Society University of North Carolina (1793-1962). Philanthropic Society
Subjects: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Publisher: Chapel Hill, N.C. : Dialectic and Philanthropic Literary Societies of the University of North Carolina
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
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lder and the mostsubtle propaganda that has come out ofthe months since Pearl Harbor. It hasyouth and vitality, but best of all it isgrounded in humor of the kind thateveryone from the hoariest grandfatherto the gayest, giddiest teenster can un-derstand and enjoy. Without beingforced or obvious or slapstick or acidlysarcastic or brittle, it is the most in-telligent laughter that has come toAmerica since the beginning of the War.See Here, Private Hargrove is funny. Hargrove, formerly feature editor ofthe Charlotte News, is twenty-three.He writes just the way you wish yourson or brother or boy-friend would writeletters from camp. The pages of hisbook are full of all the typicals ofarmy life: the mess sergeant, the kay-pees, the shoe clerk, the days spent gild-ing garbage cans, the confusion of firstrifle drill ( This, he said, is what wehave come to call a rifle. R-i-f-l-e. Itis used for the purpose of shooting. . . .Are there any questions now, PrivateHargrove?). There are always ques-

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tions for Private Hargrove, just ex-actly the same questions that therewould be for any rookie or for any rook-ies dear ma or best girl wonderingwhat happens to her boy after the awfulgoodbye at the station. What happensto Marion Hargrove and to millions ofboys like him is fun to know; in thesedays it is almost duty to know. Not allpeople are endowed with his rich senseof humor, but many people may profitby a dose of it on a subject eternally toogrim: life in an army camp. Just now See Here, Private Hargroveis one of those short, comfortably-sizedbest-sellers that sweep the country oncea year or oftener. It is delightfully easyreading. When we learn about the rou-tine innoculations of a private in theUnited States Army, Private Hargrovetells us: Typhoid cant hold a thumb-screw to the all-time wonder, tetanustoxoid. Two medical attendants pin you to the floor while a third assaults youwith a hypodermic needle that looks likean air pump for zeppelins. You walkaway saying, Well, that was

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Image from page 588 of “Wild Spain … records of sport with rifle, rod, and gun, natural history and exploration” (1893)
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Identifier: wildspainrecords00chaprich
Title: Wild Spain … records of sport with rifle, rod, and gun, natural history and exploration
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Chapman, Abel, 1851-1929 Buck, Walter John
Subjects: Hunting — Spain Game and game-birds — Spain
Publisher: London, Gurney and Jackson
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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egvilar; in severe winters only.Many in garden at Jerez in January, 1888. Siskin (Lugano). — Irregular; in winter only. Severalobtained in garden, March 15, 1891. Rook.—Occasional Shocks in winter. Carrion Crow.—Rare ; found a nest with five eggs. Sierra delas Cabras, March 23rd. B. is sure he has seen C. comix whenshooting in winter.* * Corrigendum:—Though we have stated (p. 243) that the Raveubreeds late in Spain, it also does so early, for Mr. Saunders writes us :— At MiUaga it was nesting by mid-February, and near Baza I watcheda, pair feeding their young between 15th and 20th March. SUPPLEMENTARY NOTES ON BIRDS. 459 Sandwich Tern.—Obtained on Guadalete in March and Aprilon passage. Gannets and Skuas.—Observed in Straits and Bay ofTrafalgar in winter and early spring. Red-throated Diver.—Several shot in winter. Shearwaters.—In Straits : observed in hundreds off Malagain March. Stonny Petrels.—Common on the coast, and probably breedson some of the rocky islands.

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STORKS NEST OX STRAW-STACK. 461 GLOSSARY. -1 boca lie jarro—At short range.Aholdga—Spanish gorse.Aficionado—An amateur, enthusiast.Alcornoque—Cork-oak.Alforjas—Holsters, saddle-bags.Almuerzo—Breakfast, tif&n.Aljparagatas—Hempen-soled sandals.Anafe—A charcoal cooking-stove.Arendl—Sand-waste, desert.Armajo—Samphire.Arramarjo—Charlock.Arroyo—Stream, watercourse. Bandada—A flock, or pack. Bandolerismo—Brigandage. Barbon, barbudo—Bearded. Barranco—A low chff. Barrio—Quarter of a town, suburb. Batida—A beat, or diive for gaiue. Bebidero—A diinking-place. Boracha—A wine-skin. Borrico—A donkey. Biisne—A gentile—i.e., not a gypsy. Cabestro, or cabresto—Decoy, stalking horse. Cama—Bed, lair of wild beast. Camino—Eoad. Canipo, campina—Country, cultivated land. Cancho—Crag, precipice. Cdntaro—Water-jar. Carabinero—Carbineer, exciseman. Carbonero—Charcoal-burner. Casiiela—Stewing-pan, also the stew. Catre—Tressle-bed, camp-bed.

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Nice Moulding Company photos

Nice Moulding Company photos

Some cool China moulding company images:

Closeup of an Employee Working with a Solderer on One of the Products Made by the 3m Co.(Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing)…
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Image by The U.S. National Archives
Original Caption: Closeup of an Employee Working with a Solderer on One of the Products Made by the 3m Co.(Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing). 3m Has 1,377 Employees Which Makes It the Largest Industry in Town. The Complex Makes Molded Electronic Parts, and Black and White and Colour Duplicating Machines. The Company Was Attracted to the Town by the Available Work Force Which Takes Pride in Its Work. New Ulm Was Founded in 1854 by German Immigrants.

U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: 412-DA-15926

Photographer: Schulke, Flip, 1930-2008

Subjects:
New Ulm (Brown county, Minnesota, United States) inhabited place
Environmental Protection Agency
Project DOCUMERICA

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Repository: Still Picture Records Section, Special Media Archives Services Division (NWCS-S), National Archives at College Park, 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD, 20740-6001.

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Reproductions may be ordered via an independent vendor. NARA maintains a list of vendors at www.archives.gov/research/order/vendors-photos-maps-dc.html

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FAST Mold Company
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FAST Mold Company
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Nice Pp Joint Fitting Mould photos

Nice Pp Joint Fitting Mould photos

A few nice pp joint fitting mould images I found:

Image from page 63 of “Home mission handicraft; ideas for work and play in mission bands and junior societies” (1908)
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Title: Home mission handicraft; ideas for work and play in mission bands and junior societies
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Beard, Lina Beard, Adelia B. (Adelia Belle), 1857-1920, joint author
Subjects: Amusements
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner’s Sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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Fig. 264.—Then a curveabove the circle. Fig- 265.—Another curveabove the first one. Fig. 266.— Connect thelower curve with thecircle by two lines. large enough to allow a coarse darning-needle to be passedreadily through them ; then bend the clock into shape, fit-ting the extension PP over the extension QQ; the twoholes in PP must lie exactly over those in ^^^ Glue the 54 Handicraft for Girls clock together, using the blunt end of a lead-pencil, or anykind of a stick, to assist in holding the sides and tops to-gether until the glue is perfectly dry. Thread a piece of heavy black darning-cotton in the larg-

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Fig. 267.—Draw a small Fig. 268.—Connect the two Fig. 269.—Extend line of uppercircle above the large one. circles by two scallops. circle down to form a square. est-sized long darning-needle you can find; on one end ofthe thread mould a cylinder-shaped piece of beeswax, coverit with thin tinfoil, then open the clock-door and hold the

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Nice Household Tooling Made In China photos

Nice Household Tooling Made In China photos

A few nice household tooling made in china images I found:

An Excerpt ~ ‘Beard Trimming Scissors are Nitroglycerin’
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You know what else is weird?

The term ‘Duvet Cover.’

I only learned about ‘Duvet’s’ when I got myself into a long term mutually beneficial semi-monagamous relationship that was both emotionally and sexually satisfying to me and the woman that was my life partner.

A couple of life partners ago.

None of my genius buddies have a clue as to what a ‘duvet’ is.

I Love women.

If I didn’t I would never spend so much time trying to understand them and to so selflessly help them to understand that the quest for ‘hot freaky’ can bring them and their man rewards and pleasures that they’ve never considered.

Sharing ‘hot freaky’ can bring a man and a woman closer together than they’d ever thought.

Women are the most beautiful things on earth.

They’re soft and they smell good too.

Personally I’m always amazed at how good that their hair smells.

They also have unique capabilities and they can create a spectacularly color coordinated home that actually feels like it’s full of warmth and love and lots of throw pillows and organize it and run it as a dictatorship with a military like precision.

You can’t even organize the garage.

In short…

women are everything that you are not.

And you could never be no matter how hard you tried.

That’s one of the reasons that you love them and you’re willing to risk the explosive and painful soul crushing ramifications of relating to them in an intimate way.

Because they are ultimately your partner in the quest for ‘hot freaky’ that has consumed most of your thoughts for your entire life, both sleeping and awake.

Why they put up with your shit is another story entirely.

She might never be your ‘buddy’ but you’ve still got a few of those left that she doesn’t know about.

You can’t do it without them man.

Women.

Not your buddies… they’ll never get you anywhere near the promised land.

At best they’re someone that you go to to drink beers with after your progress towards your lifelong goal of entering the gates of ‘Shangri-freaky-la’ has been derailed by some stupid shit thing you’ve said to your woman at the worst possible time.

Because you’ve got a big habit of doing that.

Women are absolutely essential in the quest that will be the journey to the promised land.

Unless you like hairy guy ass.

And that’s entirely your call.

You know I love you and I’d support you even if that was your choice.

Or your genetics.

But after knowing you for as long as I have you’re pretty much hetero.

I mean…

you think maybe being gay would be easier than actualy having to think about all of this shit… particularly after one of your legendary and spectacular blowups resulting from your gahdawful ability to say the most stupid shit you possibly can to a woman at the most critical time…

But you just can’t decide all of the sudden that you’re gay.

Or at least that’s what conventional wisdom dictates.

And just because you’ve come to love and admire duvet covers doesn’t mean you’re gay.

Ask your therapist next time.

The sexy one that you sit there and tell all about your obsession with ‘hot freaky’ and you secretly wonder if one day she’ll just crack, give in and take you up on your repeated subtle offers.

You would have never discovered duvet covers if a woman didn’t bring them into your life.

Until she showed you, you had no idea that you could actually buy a cover to shove your old dirty ink stained comforter in to and that it would look like it’s brand new.

I just don’t understand whay people call them ‘duvet covers.’

I mean… a ‘duvet’ is a cover for your ugly ass comforter right?

So what’s a ‘duvet cover?’

Either it’s a redundant term…

or it’s a cover for a cover.

Maybe I’m missing something here.

That’s some brilliance right there… duvets… a product that had to be invented by a man… simply because it hides your dirty nasty old thing and makes it look new… but better than the most skillful application of duct tape ever could… at the same time given a french name and embraced by women as their own because they go for things with french names… and forgotten about by men because it was given that same french name.

‘My girl’s coming over tonight and my comforter looks like crap… I need a duvet cover quick.’

If you only had a clue as to where you could buy one.

I gotta admit that at first I thought when Snuggle Bums said that she needed to go and pick up a ‘duvet’ that it was some kind of mysterious feminine hygene product that I had no business knowing anything about.

I started to get a little nervous and wonder why in the world she would possibly be telling me this.

I remember fearing that her next move was going to be asking me to go to the store and pick one up for her.

It sounded suspiciously ‘french.’

So I was relieved when I found out what it really was.

Women think of some pretty cool stuff sometimes.

Because they’re not thinking of ‘hot freaky’ all of the time.

One of these days I’m gonna come up with a list of the top ten inventions by women that would make single guy’s lives more worth living.

But since I’m a guy I’m gonna put it off until a woman who loves me asks me over and over again to do it.

And when she gives me an ultimatum I will make it a goal.

Then I’m gonna write that list on duct tape that I’ve fashioned into a piece of paper because I can’t find the paper… but I knew that the duct tape was right in the garage where I left it last time I decided to try and fix something a couple of years ago.

Bedskirts would be on that list if I ever wrote it.

Right on top.

Has any single guy ever gone out and purchased a bedskirt?

What an amazing invention those are!

It’s like a device that conceals all of the shit that you either throw under your bed or that just ends up there.

Like all of those socks you’ve been missing forever.

The kind of shit you usually only find after your lease expires.

Like that stuff under your dresser when you move it.

Women just do that kind of thing when they’re bored.

Looking under furniture.

It must be the female equivalent of fishing.

‘I think I’ll pull some furniture out of its place and see what’s underneath it today’ they must think ‘I don’t have anything else to do… and the paint store is closed on Sundays.’

That’s how women get their super powers of knowing where everything is.

That and the fact that they actually put it away.

But it’s not just because men are slobs… even though we obviously are… it’s easy for women to put stuff away because they’re the ones who know where to put it.

Because they unilaterally determine where stuff should go in the female dominated houshold.

Which is any household where a woman lives.

Even if a guy’s put something away you know he’s not outta the water.

He’s gotta put it in ‘the right place’ too.

You know she’s just trying to provoke you when she says ‘Honey… did you put the adjustable wrench in the china cabinet?’

You remember the first time you took your chick to your crib?

You thought she was checkin’ out your CD collection and admiring your fantastic taste in little known independently produced music?

While you were workin’ out the details of your carefully choreographed plan to show her your duvet cover…

She was really looking at all of your prized personal possessions and hoping that one day the two of you would have a fairy tale wedding and a garage big enough for all of that shit to fit into.

Guys just hide shit.

Especially from women.

It’s in our genetic programming.

It’s so that we can cope with women.

The problem is that we hide it and we forget where we hid it and then we need to ask our girl… who then tells us that we’d know where it was if we actually put it away in the right place.

The place she determined that it should go.

Without telling us.

Or more likely with us not remembering that she told us.

Of course… if she said to us ‘honey… I want to talk to you about your need for ‘hot freaky’ and those things that you’ve been asking me to try doing… I know that ‘hot freaky’ is something that you think about a lot and I want to be supportive towards you that way… and I would… I mean more… if you put your beard scissors away in the basket that I’ve purchased for all of your male grooming products that I’ve found the perfect place for in the bathroom… and since I can’t relate to chopping that much hair off of my face every day I wish you’d also be sure to clean every last whisker off of the vanity after you’re done shaving… she might see you start to fade when you ask yourself what a ‘vanity’ is because you shave at the sink… but she could snap you right back if she turns to ‘hot freaky’ and says… ‘you know if you did that for me baby I might be more inclined to actually think about doing that twisted shit you’re always trying to get me to do under the duvet cover.’

When I look back on the conversation I remember it something like this…

‘Hot freaky’… put beard trimming scissors away… ‘hot freaky’… cleaning up whiskers off sink will bring me closer to the promised land of ‘hot freaky’… women want to want ‘hot freaky’ as much as men… just clean up after yourself and you are by default one step closer to ‘hot freaky.’

Beard trimming scissors are a funny thing.

They are a ‘relationship flashpoint.’

Beard trimming scissors are ‘nitroglycerin.’

That’s because she will never use them.

She plucks her faint almost invisible whiskers off of her face with tweezers.

And she always puts them back in the first aid kit so you never even know they were gone.

Because she doesn’t want you to know that she has whiskers to pluck anyway.

And in the female mind the next logical thing to do after seeing the tweezers left out would be to ask ‘what were you doing with the tweezers.’

She doesn’t want you to ask her that.

That’s why she puts them away.

SHE knows how to hide shit from you buddy.

Your male brain wants to leave the beard scissors right next to the faucet on the thing that she calls a ‘vanity.’

Because that’s where you’ll use them next.

And you hate looking for shit.

Almost as much as asking her where it is.

NEVER ask your woman where your beard trimming scissors are.

Ask her where she got that amazing top… or where she picked up those jeans that looked like their creation was inspired by her ass and her ass alone… or those incredible shoes.

Just never ask her where your beard trimming scissors are.

You can get away scott free asking where a lot of other stuff is if you do it right and approach it with a lot of thought and incredible foresight…

especially if you use romance or your consideration of her in your quest to find your lost treasure…

‘Honey Baby Sugar Sparkles… I was thinking that one day I would like to take you on a romantic camping trip and you know… I realized that I have no idea where I put the camping stove.’

But never ask her where your beard trimming scissors are because you were supposed to put them away you slob.

It’s like telling her ‘Honey… you’re always cleaning up after me… I just don’t know how I could live without you.’

You’d be about to get whatchoo deserve smart guy.

If you have some deep need to set the lobe off and be the beneficiary of a brutal smackdown… then you can ask where your beard trimming scissors are.

They’re the one thing that you’re always leaving out that she knows she will never ever be guilty of using.

If you’ve got kids… particularly daughters… this is where they can really mess things up for you.

I love my daughters more than anything in the world.

And I’ll be the first to admit that they’ve taught me so much about women.

When they’re giving their pink glittery plastic pony its daily bubble bath in the sink they’ll sure as day spot those scissors.

And then they’ll decide that pony needs a haircut.

Because pony just realized that pony’s boyfriend doesn’t take anything in life seriously he never puts shit away and pony’s decided to dump that asshole because life would be so much better without him and pony needs a new haircut to symbolize this turning point in pony’s life.

Knowing that cutting the hair of anything results in a long lecture by mom…

Princess’ll take your beautiful stainless steel beard trimming scissors to a more secret location to give pony a radical new hairstyle.

Meanwhile, you’re safely at work without a clue as to the fact that the fuse has been lit.

You have gotta deal with this situation rather delicately.

It’s pretty much ‘two against one now.’

And that four times as much feminine power as you’ve ever proven you can handle.

The only thing you’ve ever proven is that indeed a man can live for a week eating nothing but american cheese slices.

You need to get Princess Pony Hairstyles back on your side.

If your beard trimming scissors aren’t where you left them or in the basket in the bathroom closet your woman purchased to organize your male grooming products…

you know the kid’s got them somewhere else.

And when you ask the kid she’s gonna visualize cutting ‘My Little Ponies’ hair and know that if she tells you where your beard trimming scissors are is like admitting that she’s been cutting said pony’s hair.

Even though she might only be five or six she’s already so much smarter than that.

Remember…

You’re still dealing with a woman… just a smaller version… who’s just like a regular woman except she’ll probably never fantacize about dousing you with gasoline while you sleep and burning you alive.

Because she’s your ‘Little Glitter Princess.’

And princess’ don’t do that.

Chicks who watch the Lifetime Network do.

But you gotta get those beard trimming scissors back.

You can’t just say ‘Princess… listen… my beard trimming scissors aren’t on the sink… and they’re not in the basket that mommy purchased so lovingly for me to oraganize all of my male grooming products in… and that generally means that you have them… because you’ve been cutting ponys hair with them… and if you don’t fork them over… I’ll be forced to ask your mom where they are… and then she’ll blow her freakin’ lobe and I ain’t not only not gonna get a little of the ‘hot freaky’… the pursuit of which led to the birth of my Beautiful Little Princess… but there’s a chance that not finding those beard trimming scissors might result in my life becoming a living hell for two weeks or so and we don’t want daddy to live a life of misery and hell for two weeks now do we Sweet Glitter Pony Princess?’

Besides she already knows that the ‘sink’ is that thing in the kitchen or the laundry room.

And that’s not where she stole your beard trimming scissors from anyway.

She’s already studying you dad.

Probing you with her superior feminine mind…

identifying the weakness’ and the vulnerabilities of men.

She looks to you to leave your beard trimming scissors on the vanity so she can remember her deep almost instinctive need to cut stuff with them.

Like pony’s hair.

Or construction paper.

To make you beautiful and touching greeting cards with.

You’re not thinkin’ here man.

Because you’re pretty good at doing that.

Always ask yourself… everytime you’re looking at a woman… even a mini version… ask yourself what it is that they ‘want.’

It’s the only thing that matters really.

To them.

And therefore to you… the ‘modern sensitive man’ who is actually trying to understand ‘them’ in order to coexist in peace and love and the quest for ‘freaky hot.’

Because ultimately they are going to get what they want so you might as well just identify it as soon as possible and capitulate you dufus.

And Princess wants another pony… and some glitter… and some smelly markers.

That have glittery ink.

So she can draw ponies prancing around fairy tale castles overlooked by dominant all knowing unicorns who symbolize the superiority of womanhood.

Work with her man.

Work with her.

It is the only way.

She can teach you a lot about women.

Your little Princess wants to give daddy what he wants.

But daddy’s gotta remember the genetics at work.

Because even at this point Princess’ little genetic deck is all stacked up against daddy.

You gotta do the right thing Daddy.

‘I’ll tell you what sweet little Princess Glitter Rainbow… I’m going to go up to my room and lay in bed and stare wide eyed at the ceiling and think of the ramifications of asking mommy where my beard trimming scissors are… and when I do that I just want you to know that if you find my beard trimming scissors and return them to me without letting mommy know that they were ever out of my possession… I will not only not even ask you where they were when you found them… I will reward you for helping daddy out by buying you that purple plastic pony you’ve been really wanting… with the long hair… the one that comes with the brush.’

This is where your panicked ass just sold out the entire male race.

Yes… you’ll get your beard trimming scissors back… probably within five minutes… but now you’ve just reinforced in that girl that knowing where shit is gives her power and dominion over the entire male species.

Because it gets her exactly what she wants.

That purple plastic pony with a hairbrush.

The one mom wouldn’t get her.

Because you’ve already bought her thirty of them and she keeps cutting all of their hair off.

Not to mention your beard scissors will be kidnapped and held for ransom time and time again dude.

You should at least ‘try’ to find shit yourself sometimes and not just ‘wonder’ where it might be.

That’s why when I’m missing something I always start my search in the garage.

I really enjoy tooling around in the garage looking for stuff.

Every box and plastic bin I open is like a time capsule of my life.

Sometimes it brings me to tears… the nostalgia I find in there.

The emotions I get when I realize… there he is… my ‘Talking Billy Bass!’

I always loved that talking bass.

What a revolutionary invention.

He looked so real and happy when he sang that song.

‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’ by Bobby McFerrin.

I’m so amazed that the battery is even still good after all these years.

And from the contents of the box… the newspaper packing and stuff… I can tell that he’s been buiried alive in there for almost seven years!

All my shit’s seemed to migrate to the garage slowly over time.

I used to think a garage was a place for putting a car away.

But that’s only for single guys.

Little did we know that ‘garage’ is french for ‘a place to dump all of a guys shit.’

‘Un lieu de jeter tout de merde d’un homme est dans le garage.’

You see that dipshit?

I got that right from google translate.

I typed in ‘a place to put all of a man’s shit is the garage.’

Then I hit ‘translate’ and ‘to french.’

The word garage is in there.

Just like we say it.

Only the french say it differently.

With contempt.

Like they say everything.

While stomping out a cigarette on the floor.

In a cafe.

Before they demand more strong black coffee.

And another ‘kwaaaaaaasant.’

In a black and white film.

That you only took your woman to see so you could impress her.

So she’d tell her friends all about it so you could secure their all important vote in the matter.

‘He’s amazing and sensitive and he loves french cinema!’

Now she knows damn well that the only thing ‘french’ you like are french fries.

Back to ‘le garage’ you idiot… if I can’t find it in the garage, then and only then will I consider even going and asking her if she knows where ‘it’ is… and we both know full well that she knows exactly where it is… and therefor risk blowing the lobe when she gets all over my ass about it.

Because I’ve come to see this as the ‘third oldest woman trap’ that there is.

Asking your woman where something is.

She knows where that camping stove is.

She knew it from the day you left it on the counter in the kitchen hoping that she’d do the loving and supportive thing with some miracle product she purchased from gahd knows where and clean it for you.

She did.

She cleaned it for your sorry ‘helpless in all things domestic’ ass and she put it away in the garage where she has determined that it belongs.

And then she mentally photographed it sitting there on the counter in her otherwise dream kitchen.

Just to store it in the lobe for use against you one day.

When you say the stupid thing that you’re destined to say that will set her off.

The reason you couldn’t find it in the garage is because she put it in the bag that it’s supposed to be stored in.

Three years later when you ask her if she knows where it is the day before you are supposed to go on a family camping trip and incidentally the day after you went out until three in the morning with your buddies when she assumed that your understanding and supportive self would be available to help her pack…

You ignorantly asked her ‘baby… have you seen the camping stove?’

Depending on her volatility at the moment and her propensity to want to make your life miserable you might get away with it.

But odds are, since you’ll be leaving tommorow you are in for it.

Especially if you add ‘you know the one I left out on the counter for you to clean last time we went camping three years ago?’

You just did it again.

You should visualize that ‘plunger box’ with the big ‘T’ shaped handle that they use to set off dynamite with on cartoons.

You know the one.

It’s in the garage.

Because your dumb guy brain just put both hands on that handle and pushed it down with everything you’ve got.

You’ve admitted to her that you have ‘a memory.’

And that’s gonna set her off a million ways to Sunday you watch.

Because you been tryin’ to convince her that with all the pot you’ve smoked in college that she’s right… you can’t remember shit.’

She’s always known you could remember SOME things… like the names of car parts or esoteric and rare, little known and used ‘species secific’ types of fishing gear… but not things that matter to her…

like anniversaries and stuff…

She’s accepted your ‘memory problems’ at times and coped with it.

It’s gotten you out of quite a few jambs in the past.

But now the gig is up dude.

If she actually lets the primitive lobe come to dominate her in this moment… and why wouldn’t she… and she ‘visualizes’ that camping stove on the counter three years ago… after recalling her perfect mental photograph of it that’s been quietly tucked away in the lobe for all this time just waiting for you to set it off like some kind of progressive slot machine in Las Vegas…

That’s guaranteed to make her blow unless you took her to the ‘Valley of Love’ within’ the last twenty four hours.

And I hope to gahd for your sake that you did.

A recent ‘religious experience’ in the Valley of Love is the only thing that’ll save you right now.

Because havin’ the lobe erupt before a long road trip is the fucking very worst time you can set it off Asshole.

You are gonna be sittin’ in a car in tight proximity to her for hours, pointing out historical landmark plaques and their interest and significance while she says absolutely nothing and fiddles with the climate controls incessantly.

And pissed off women fiddle with the climate control knobs and buttons in the car like nothing I’ve ever seen.

I know because I’ve seen a lot of pissed off women try to micromanage the climate controls.

Talk about brutal.

Why can’t you just be freakin’ considerate for once in your miserable life?

If not of your girl, then maybe just every other guy in the world?

Now your relationship junk is gonna be spillin’ all of its black death mojo vibes on innocent guys in towns hundreds or even thousands of miles away.

They didn’t ask for that.

Thanks a lot dickhead.

I’ve learned something about women that’s as close to a ‘universal truth’ as it comes.

Their ‘volatility’ grows to near epic and catastrophic proportions the closer that you get to departure for any trip for which ‘packing’ is required.

You’ve gotta be on your best game right before going on vacation.

Screwing it all up on vacation is disasterous because you won’t have work to shield you from the ramifications of being your guy self.

You’ve got to be on top of your game man.

Go the extra mile and help your woman pack to the greatest extent of your ability.

And don’t do that thing where you fuck it up intentionally just to make sure that she never asks you to do it again.

You really want this to be a nice vacation don’t you?

Then don’t fuck it all up idiot.

You have been warned.

Repeat: You HAVE been WARNED.

Made in Italy!
household tooling made in china
Image by Canadian Pacific
When I first launched the "things NOT made in China" photo group, I was hoping to see household items not made in China. Needless to say, not too many things are not made in China these days.

Of the things still made outside of China, they’re mostly processed foods, heavy machinery like automobiles and airplanes.

I was quite delighted the other day, when I bought my first ever shave brush, to find out that it’s made in Italy!

Nice China Plastic Tooling Design photos

Nice China Plastic Tooling Design photos

A few nice china plastic tooling design images I found:

The Portable Atelier, Nyc.
china plastic tooling design
Image by atelier-ying
This is my camera bag that follows me everywhere, even inside my own home. I also toss it into the baby stroller.

Let’s take a tour starting clockwise from the upper left, shall we?

1. Turano iPad bag with 4 compartments and some dividers. I wish they made this in red or army green or clear smoky plastic.
2. metal drafting triangle, I did forget to include my elliptical and circle templates which I use.
I have a miniature engineer’s scale but there’s no real reason to use it for what I’m doing, my cameras designs stand without toppling over and there’s no standardized dimension of camera building materials to concern myself over. Actually, glue, tape, and architectural modeling supplies are my materials for the most part.
3. the Ricoh GRD3 is tuned for taking only baby photos. I treat it like a film camera; I don’t use the LCD at all, it’s got two settings for color or b&w, and I toss the used chips into a small plastic box. I will have to spend a week on the computer downloading and editing, maybe when my kids turn two years of age.
4. old-fashioned fan. I really use this. it feels so good in the hand, very practical. And good for fanning a restless baby in the stroller. I’d like to get a sandalwood one from HK.
5. Moleskine notebooks. The largest one fits in the Turano, amazingly. I have many sizes of these black notebooks. Actually, I have a red suitcase from my childhood full of nothing but notebooks.
6. Name seals and red ink paste.
7. Office date stamp
8. Muji measuring tape, in millimeters, you never know when you need to measure camera dimensions and distances.
9. Yellow tape, pencil sharpener (sandpaper works best, I find)
10. Coromega (the best Omega supplement and this brand causes no heartburn)
11. my quasi-conductor’s watch made from a complimentary Michael Kors sample attached to a 70’s key strap.
12. iphone and cover and 5mm kaweco lead holder, both in white and brass, my favorite color combo. I want a white and brass kit. Drawing with the Kaweco is a real pleasure. I upload all my drawings with the iphone, from anywhere.
13. Swiss Villiger Cigar box filled with clay scratchboard papers for drawings. I’d like to store an old-world gambling dice game, or a golf game in here too. Like the old Howzat game. I’m working on it.
14. Davidoff Primeros, the best small cigars I have ever had. There is a relic of St. Therese de Lisieux on top of the box. It’s a piece of her habit. It blesses all my efforts.
15. Micron Pen set (.005, .01, .08 sizes)
16. Muji ink refill in gel blue, wonderful scriber’s tool.
17. Namiki Fountain Pen with red ink cartridges. I wish they’d make a vermillion red ink. I can do all my drawings in red, I love the impact and color.
18. Delta La Dolce Vita Fountain pen with Fine nib. The opposite of the ink refill pen in size and feel.
19. HB lead holder
20. Promecha Super Pencil. A work of art in itself.
21. Macanudo Portofino tube with sandpaper for sharpening leads
22. Derwent Electric Eraser, one of my favorite tools, I cannot live without this when I am drawing.
23. Baby’s Rattle. This is one of the best baby pacifiers I know of. Always handy to quiet the little ones.

Nice Two Shots Mould China photos

Nice Two Shots Mould China photos

Check out these two shots mould china images:

Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center: Northrop P-61C Black Widow
two shots mould china
Image by Chris Devers
Compare & contrast:

Northrop P-61C Black widow:
* Front view
* Above view

Star Wars ARC-170 Fighter:
* Official page
* Wikia
* Wikipedia
* Toy review

I put it to you that they’re the SAME THING.

* twin engines
* double-cockpit in front
* gunner’s cockpit in back
* broad wing coming out from the middle

• • • • •

See more photos of this, and the Wikipedia article.

Details, quoting from Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum: Steven F. Udvar-Hazy | Northrop P-61C Black Widow:

The P-61 Black Widow was the first U.S. aircraft designed to locate and destroy enemy aircraft at night and in bad weather, a feat made possible by the use of on-board radar. The prototype first flew in 1942. P-61 combat operations began just after D-Day, June 6, 1944, when Black Widows flew deep into German airspace, bombing and strafing trains and road traffic. Operations in the Pacific began at about the same time. By the end of World War II, Black Widows had seen combat in every theater and had destroyed 127 enemy aircraft and 18 German V-1 buzz bombs.

The Museum’s Black Widow, a P-61C-1-NO, was delivered to the Army Air Forces in July 1945. It participated in cold-weather tests, high-altitude drop tests, and in the National Thunderstorm Project, for which the top turret was removed to make room for thunderstorm monitoring equipment.

Transferred from the United States Air Force.

Manufacturer:
Northrop Aircraft Inc.

Date:
1943

Country of Origin:
United States of America

Dimensions:
Overall: 450 x 1500cm, 10637kg, 2000cm (14ft 9 3/16in. x 49ft 2 9/16in., 23450.3lb., 65ft 7 3/8in.)

Long Description:
The P-61 Black Widow was the first United States aircraft designed from the start to find and destroy other aircraft at night and in bad weather. It served in combat for only the final year of World War II but flew in the European, Mediterranean, Pacific, and China-Burma-India theaters. Black Widow crews destroyed 127 enemy aircraft and 18 robot V-1 buzz bombs.

Jack Northrop’s big fighter was born during the dark days of the Battle of Britain and the London Blitz in 1940. British successes against German daylight bombers forced the Luftwaffe (German Air Force) to shift to night bombing. By the time Royal Air Force (RAF) Spitfires could launch, climb out, and then try to intercept these raids, the bombers crews had usually dropped their loads and turned for home. An aircraft was needed to patrol the skies over England for up to seven hours during the night, and then follow radar vectors to attack German aircraft before they reached their target. U.S. Army Air Corps officers noted this requirement and decided that America must have a night fighter if and when it entered the war.

The Army awarded a contract to Northrop on January 30, 1941. The resulting design featured twin tail booms and rudders for stability when the aircraft closed in behind an intruder. It was a large aircraft with a big fuel load and two powerful engines. Armament evolved into four 20 mm cannons mounted in the belly firing forward and a powered, remote-controlled turret on top of the center fuselage equipped with four .50 cal. machine guns. The three-man crew consisted of the pilot, a gunner seated behind him, and a radar observer/gunner at the rear behind the gun turret. Only the pilot could fire the cannons but any of the three could operate the machine guns.

Simultaneously, work was proceeding, at a laboratory run by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, to develop the airborne radar set. The Army tested an early design in a Douglas B-18 in 1941. The much-improved SCR-520 set was ready by early 1942. Meanwhile, Army enthusiasm for the XP-61 produced another contract on March 10, 1941, for 13 service-test YP-61s. Even before these airplanes flew, Northrop received orders for 410 production machines! Northrop test pilot Vance Breeze flew the aircraft on May 26, 1942. Although the Black Widow was nearly as large as a medium bomber, it was a true fighter. The only prohibited flight maneuvers were outside loops, sustained inverted flight, and deliberate spins.

As Northrop advanced the design toward production, supply problems arose and modifications became necessary. The 4-gun top turret was the same type fitted to the top forward position on the Boeing B-29 Superfortress (see NASM collection) and that bomber had production priority over the P-61. As a result, several hundred P-61s did not have this turret. Those that did experienced buffeting when the turret was traversed from side to side and a fix took time. By October 1943, the first P-61s were coming off the line. Training started immediately, and the first night fighters arrived in the European Theater by March 1944. Combat operations began just after D-Day (June 6) and the Black Widows quickly departed from their original role as defensive interceptors and became aggressors. They flew deep into German airspace, bombing and strafing trains and road traffic and making travel difficult for the enemy by day and at night.

P-61s arrived in the Pacific Theater at about the same time as the European Black Widows. For years, the Japanese had operated lone bombers over Allied targets at night and now U. S. fighters could locate and attack them. However, on June 30, 1944, a Mitsubishi BETTY (see NASM collection) became the first P-61 kill in the Pacific. Soon, Black Widows controlled the night skies. On the night of August 14-15, a P-61 named "Lady in the Dark" by her crew encountered an intruding Nakajima Ki-43 Hayabusa (Peregrine Falcon) OSCAR (see NASM collection) and eventually forced it into the sea without firing a shot. Although the war was officially over, no one was sure that all of the Japanese had heard the message and stopped fighting. The American night fighters flew again the next night and "Lady in the Dark" again found a target. It was a Nakajima Ki-44 Shoki (Demon) TOJO and the fighters maneuvered wildly as they attempted to gain an advantage. The P-61 crew lost and reacquired the Ki-44 several times then finally lost it for good and returned to base. The next day ground troops found the wrecked TOJO. In the darkness, Lady in the Dark’s crew had forced the Japanese pilot to fly into the ground, again without firing a shot.

With the war over, the Army cancelled further production. Northrop had built 706 aircraft including 36 with a highly modified center fuselage. These F-15As (later redesignated RF-61C) mounted a number of cameras in the nose and proved able reconnaissance platforms. Many of these airplanes participated in the first good aerial photographic survey of the Pacific islands. A few, plus some special purpose P-61s, stayed in active service until 1950.

NASM’s Black Widow is a P-61C-1-NO, U.S. Army Air Forces serial number 43-8330. Northrop delivered it to the Army on July 28, 1945. By October 18, this P-61 was flying at Ladd Field, Alaska, in cold weather tests and it remained there until March 30, 1946. This airplane later moved to Pinecastle Air Force Base, Florida, for participation in the National Thunderstorm Project. The project’s goal was to learn more about thunderstorms and to use this knowledge to better protect civil and military airplanes that operated near them. The U. S. Weather Bureau and the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics (NACA) undertook the study with cooperation from the Army Air Forces and Navy. With its radar and particular flight characteristics, the P-61 was capable of finding the most turbulent regions of a storm, penetrating them, and returning crew and instruments intact for detailed study.

Pinecastle personnel removed the guns and turret from 43-8330 in July 1946 to make room for new equipment. In September, the aircraft moved to Clinton County Army Air Base, Ohio, where it remained until January 1948. The Air Force then assigned the aircraft to the Flight Test Division at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio. After declaring the airplane surplus in 1950, the Air Force stored it at Park Ridge, Illinois, on October 3 along with important aircraft destined for the National Air Museum.

But 43-8830 was not done flying. NACA asked the Smithsonian to lend them the aircraft for use in another special program. The committee wanted to investigate how aerodynamic shapes behaved when dropped from high altitude. The Black Widow arrived at the Ames Aeronautical Laboratory, Naval Air Station Moffett Field, California, on February 14, 1951. NACA returned the aircraft and delivered it to the Smithsonian at Andrews Air Force Base, Maryland, on August 10, 1954. When the engines shut down for the last time, this P-61 had accumulated only 530 total flight hours. Smithsonian personnel trucked it to the Paul Garber Facility in Suitland, Maryland. In 2006, the aircraft was preserved and assembled at the Udvar-Hazy Center. The three different paint schemes from its past service life have been revealed by carefully removing individual layers of paint.