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MoJoRiSin 04-30-2010 02:58 AM

mo is a little slow

sometimes

.... sorry

MoJoRiSin 04-30-2010 02:58 AM

whi is here right now
anyone?

Peregrine 04-30-2010 11:38 AM

Thanks, Mo.

MoJoRiSin 05-01-2010 03:16 PM

In the US when electric refrigerators were invented
the logistics of exactly how they were to actually get to every home in America ..... <it took some thinking let's say that

The History of the Refrigerator and Freezers
Drawing: William Cullen's Design

Before mechanical refrigeration systems were introduced, people cooled their food with ice and snow, either found locally or brought down from the mountains. The first cellars were holes dug into the ground and lined with wood or straw and packed with snow and ice: this was the only means of refrigeration for most of history.

Refrigeration is the process of removing heat from an enclosed space, or from a substance, to lower its temperature. A refrigerator uses the evaporation of a liquid to absorb heat. The liquid, or refrigerant, used in a refrigerator evaporates at an extremely low temperature, creating freezing temperatures inside the refrigerator. It's all based on the following physics: - a liquid is rapidly vaporized (through compression) - the quickly expanding vapor requires kinetic energy and draws the energy needed from the immediate area - which loses energy and becomes cooler. Cooling caused by the rapid expansion of gases is the primary means of refrigeration today.


The first known artificial refrigeration was demonstrated by William Cullen at the University of Glasgow in 1748. However, he did not use his discovery for any practical purpose. In 1805, an American inventor, Oliver Evans, designed the first refrigeration machine. The first practical refrigerating machine was built by Jacob Perkins in 1834; it used ether in a vapor compression cycle. An American physician, John Gorrie, built a refrigerator based on Oliver Evans' design in 1844 to make ice to cool the air for his yellow fever patients. German engineer Carl von Linden, patented not a refrigerator but the process of liquifying gas in 1876 that is part of basic refrigeration technology.

Side Note: Improved refrigerator designs were patented by African American inventors, Thomas Elkins (11/4/1879 U.S. patent #221,222) and John Standard (7/14/1891 U.S. patent #455,891).

Refrigerators from the late 1800s until 1929 used the toxic gases ammonia (NH3), methyl chloride (CH3Cl), and sulfur dioxide (SO2) as refrigerants. Several fatal accidents occurred in the 1920s when methyl chloride leaked out of refrigerators. Three American corporations launched collaborative research to develop a less dangerous method of refrigeration; their efforts lead to the discovery of Freon. In just a few years, compressor refrigerators using Freon would became the standard for almost all home kitchens. Only decades later, would people realize that these chlorofluorocarbons endangered the ozone layer of the entire planet.

History of Sealed Refrigeration Systems
One hundred years ago, refrigeration engineers began to search for a permanent solution to the problem of leaky refrigeration systems.
The History of the Refrigerator
From the History Channel, a cool, simple outline of the "History of the Refrigerator".
The Refrigerator
"At some point, perhaps in fourteenth century China or seventeenth century Italy, it was discovered that the evaporation of brine (salt water) absorbed heat and therefore a container placed in brine would stay cold." This short essay discusses the highlights of refrigerator history.
Refrigerant History
A mixture called chemogene (consisting of petrol ether and naphtha) was patented as a refrigerant for vapor compression systems in 1866. Carbon dioxide was introduced as a refrigerant in the same year.
Refrigerators - The Physics Handbook
The term "refrigerator" was coined by a Maryland engineer, Thomas Moore, in 1800. Moore's device would now be called an "ice box" -- a cedar tub, insulated with rabbit fur, filled with ice, surrounding a sheetmetal container for transporting butter from rural Maryland to Washington, DC.
How Refrigerators Work
How Refrigerators Work, written by Marshall Brain of How Stuff Works.
The Refrigeration Research Museum (1890 - 1960)
Who invented the refrigerator? When was it invented?
Cooling History
The Freezing Process
Freezing food involves lowering its temperature to below 0º C, resulting in the gradual conversion of the water present in the food into ice.
Ice Cube Trays
The history of ice cube trays.

Related Information
More Kitchen Appliances
Freon® - Once Used To Keep Fridges Cool
~ copy and pasted from about dot com

(to be con't)

MoJoRiSin 05-01-2010 03:29 PM

"The Household Refrigerator
Refrigeration in the home lagged behind industrial applications. But by 1884, one writer noted that refrigerators were as common as stoves or sewing machines in all but the poorest tenements. The use of ice in the home was growing to keep food longer and to cool drinks.

The ice wagon was a familiar site on urban streets. It became an American institution, delivering ice as needed when consumers posted the “Ice Today” sign in their windows. Iceboxes were typically made of wood, lined with tin or zinc and insulated with sawdust or seaweed. Water pans had to be emptied daily.

According to Nagengast, the household refrigerator is one of the greatest unsung inventions. Engineering technology perfected it, made it reliable, and inexpensive enough for widespread ownership. He says, “The household refrigerator changed the way people ate and socially affected the household. They were no longer dependent on ice delivery and they didn’t have to make provisions for it like leaving a key or leaving the door open.” Ice wagons became a thing of the past. By the 1920s, the household refrigerator was an essential piece of kitchen furniture.
In 1921, 5,000 mechanical refrigerators were manufactured in the US. Ten years later that number grew past one million and just six years later, nearly six million. Mass production of modern refrigerators began in earnest after WWII. By 1950, more than 80 percent of American farms and more than 90 percent of urban homes had one."

~copy and pasted from :: http://www.history-magazine.com/refrig.html

MoJoRiSin 05-02-2010 01:42 PM

Marriage and family
"While at Bowdoin, Hawthorne bet his friend Jonathan Cilley a bottle of Madeira wine that Cilley would get married before him.[23] By 1836 he had won the wager, but did not remain a bachelor for life. After public flirtations with local women Mary Silsbee and Elizabeth Peabody,[24] he had begun pursuing the latter's sister, illustrator and transcendentalist Sophia Peabody. Seeking a possible home for himself and Sophia, he joined the transcendentalist Utopian community at Brook Farm in 1841 not because he agreed with the experiment but because it helped him save money to marry Sophia.[25] He paid a $1,000 deposit and was put in charge of shoveling the hill of manure referred to as "the Gold Mine".[26] He left later that year, though his Brook Farm adventure would prove an inspiration for his novel The Blithedale Romance.[27] Hawthorne married Sophia Peabody on July 9, 1842, at a ceremony in the Peabody parlor on West Street in Boston.[28] The couple moved to The Old Manse in Concord, Massachusetts,[29] where they lived for three years. There he wrote most of the tales collected in Mosses from an Old Manse.[30]

Like Hawthorne, Sophia was a reclusive person. Throughout her early life, she had frequent migraines and underwent several experimental medical treatments.[31] She was mostly bedridden until her sister introduced her to Hawthorne, after which her headaches seem to have abated. The Hawthornes enjoyed a long marriage, often taking walks in the park. Of his wife, whom he referred to as his "Dove", Hawthorne wrote that she "is, in the strictest sense, my sole companion; and I need no other—there is no vacancy in my mind, any more than in my heart... Thank God that I suffice for her boundless heart!"[32] Sophia greatly admired her husband's work. In one of her journals, she wrote: "I am always so dazzled and bewildered with the richness, the depth, the ... jewels of beauty in his productions that I am always looking forward to a second reading where I can ponder and muse and fully take in the miraculous wealth of thoughts".[33]

Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne had three children. Their first, a daughter, was born March 3, 1844. She was named Una, a reference to The Faerie Queene, to the displeasure of family members.[34] In 1846, their son Julian was born. Hawthorne wrote to his sister Louisa on June 22, 1846, with the news: "A small troglodyte made his appearance here at ten minutes to six o'clock this morning, who claimed to be your nephew".[35] Their final child, Rose, was born in May 1851. Hawthorne called her "my autumnal flower".[36]"
~wiki pedia

MoJoRiSin 05-08-2010 12:08 PM

read also about
monarchs
btw they were named monarch butterflies
long before anyone could have possibly
knew
what we now know

MoJoRiSin 05-08-2010 12:29 PM

mo saw a show once that mentioned the that company paid its workers then with sort of
monopoly
money
and then also had stores on the premises with everything
the employees might need
mo must have dreamed this


ps US government: please do not worry only 21 people are on board so far

MoJoRiSin 05-16-2010 07:23 PM

Here, Sunlight offers a Mathnawi story of the dervish Bayazid
Bestami, in a version by Barks, and a translation by Nicholson:


BESTAMI

That magnificent dervish, Bayazid Bestami,
came to his disciples and said,
"I am God."
It was night, and he was drunk with his ecstasy.
"There is no God but me. You should worship me."

At dawn, when he had returned to normal,
they came and told him what he'd said.
"If I say that again,
bring your knives and plunge them into me. God
is beyond the body, and I am in this body.
Kill me when I say that."
Each student then sharpened
his knife, and again Bayazid drank the God-Wine.
The sweet dessert-knowing came. The Inner Dawn
snuffed his candle. Reason, like a timid advisor,
faded to a far corner as the Sun-Sultan
entered Bayazid.
Pure spirit spoke through him.
Bayazid was not there. The "he" of his personality
dissolved. Like the Turk who spoke fluent Arabic,
then came to, and didn't know a word.
The Light
of God
poured into the empty Bayazid and became words.

Muhammed did not dictate the Qur'an. God did.
The mystic osprey opened its wings in Bayazid
and soared.
"Inside my robe
there is nothing but God.
How long will you keep looking elsewhere!"

The disciples drew their knifes and slashed out
like assassins, but as they stabbed at their Sheikh,
they did not cut Bayazid. They cut themselves.

There was no mark on that Adept,
but the students were bleeding and dying.

Those who somewhat held back, respecting their Teacher,
had only lightly wounded themselves.
A
selfless One
disappears into Existence and is safe there.
He becomes a mirror. If you spit at it,
you spit at your own face.

If you see an ugly face there, it's yours.
If you see Jesus and Mary, they're you.

Bayazid became nothing,
that clear and that empty.

A saint puts your image before you.
When I reach this point, I have to close my lips.

Those of you who are love-drunk on the edge of the roof,
sit down, or climb down. Every moment spent in Union
with the Beloved is a dangerous delight,
like standing on a roof-edge.
Be afraid up there,
of losing that connection, and don't tell anybody
about it. Keep your secret.

-- Mathnawi IV: 2102-2148
Version by Coleman Barks
"Delicious Laughter"
Maypop, 1990

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~

The story of Bayazid's - may God sanctify his spirit- saying, "Glory
to me! How grand is my estate!" and the objection raised by his
disciples, and how he gave them an answer to this, not by the way
of speech but by the way of vision (immediate experience).

That venerable dervish, Bayazid, came to his disciples, saying,
"Lo, I am God."
That master of the (mystic) sciences said plainly in drunken
fashion, "Hark, there is no god but I, so worship me."
When that ecstasy had passed, they said to him at dawn,
"Thou saidest such and such, and this is impiety."
He said, "This time, if I make a scandal, come on at once and
dash knives into me.
God transcends the body, and I am with the body: ye must
kill me when I say a thing like this."
When that (spiritual) freeman gave the injunction, each
disciple made ready a knife.
Again he (Bayazid) became intoxicated by that potent flagon:
those injunctions vanished from his mind.
The Dessert came: his reason became distraught. The Dawn
came: his candle became helpless.
Reason is like the prefect: when the sultan arrives, the help-
less prefect creeps into a corner.
Reason is the shadow of God: God is the sun: what power
hath the shadow to resist His sun?
When a genie prevails over (gains possession of) a man, the
attributes of humanity disappear from the man.
Whatsoever he says, that genie will (really) have said it: the
one who belongs to this side will have spoken from (the control
of) the one who belongs to yonder side.
Since a genie hath this influence and rule, how (much more
powerful) indeed must be the Creator of that genie!
His (the possessed man's) "he" (personality) is gone: he has
in sooth become the genie: the Turk, without (receiving) Divine
inspiration, has become a speaker of Arabic*.
When he comes to himself, he does not know a word (of
Arabic). Inasmuch as a genie hath this essence and quality,
Then how, pray, should the Lord of genie and man have in-
feriority to the genie?
If a pot-valiant fellow has drunk the blood of a fierce lion, you
will say that the wine did it, not he;
And if he fashion words of old (pure) gold*, you will say that
the wine has spoken those words.
A wine hath this (power to excite) disturbance and com-
motion: hath not the Light of God that virtue and potency
To make you entirely empty of self, (so that) you should be
laid low and He should make the Word lofty (within you)?
Though the Qur'an is (dictated) from the lips of the Prophet
if any one says God did not speak it, he is an infidel.
When the huma of selflessness took wing (and soared),
Bayazid began (to repeat) those words.
The flood of bewilderment swept away his reason: he spoke
more strongly than he had spoken at first,
(Saying), "Within my mantle there is naught but God: how
long wilt thou seek on the earth and in heaven?"
All the disciples became frenzied and dashed their knives at
his holy body.
Like the heretics of Girdakuh, every one was ruthlessly*
stabbing his spiritual Director.
Every one who plunged a dagger into the Shaykh was re-
versely making a gash in his own body.
There was no mark (of a wound) on the body of that possessor
of the (mystic) sciences, while those disciples were wounded and
drowned in blood.
Whoever aimed a blow at his throat saw his own throat cut,
and died miserably;
And whoever inflicted a blow on his breast, his (own) breast
was riven, and he became dead for ever;
And he that was acquainted with that (spiritual) emperor of
high fortune, (and) his heart (courage) did not consent to strike
a heavy blow,
Half-knowledge tied his hand, (so that) he saved his life and
only wounded himself.
Day broke, and the disciples were thinned: wails of lamenta-
tion arose from their house.
Thousands of men and women came to him (Bayazid), saying,
"0 thou in whose single shirt the two worlds are contained,
If this body of thine were a human body, it would have been
destroyed, like a human body, by the daggers."
A self-existent one encountered a selfless one in combat: the
self-existent one drove a thorn into his own eye (hurt himself).
0 you who stab the selfless ones with the sword, you are
stabbing your own body with it. Beware!
For the selfless one has passed away (in God) and is safe: he is
dwelling in safety for ever.
His form has passed away and he has become a mirror:
naught is there but the form (image) of the face of another.
If you spit (at it), you spit at your own face; and if you strike
at the mirror, you strike at yourself;
And if you see an ugly face (in that mirror), 'tis you; and if
you see Jesus and Mary, 'tis you.
He is neither this nor that: he is simple (pure and free from
attributes of self): he has placed your image before you.
When the discourse reached this point, it closed its lips; when
the pen reached this point, it broke to pieces.
Close thy lips (0 my soul): though eloquence is at thy com-
mand, do not breathe a word and God best knoweth the right
way.
0 you who are drunken with the wine (of love), you are on
the edge of the roof: sit down or (else) descend, and peace be
with you!
Every moment when you enjoy (union with the Beloved),
deem that delightful moment to be the edge of the roof.
Be trembling for (fear of losing) the delightful moment: con-
ceal it like a treasure, do not divulge it.
Lest calamity suddenly befall (your) plighted love, take heed,
go very fearfully into that place of ambush.
The spirit's fear of loss at the moment of enjoyment is (the
sign of its) departure (descent) from the hidden roof-edge.
If you do not see the mysterious roof-edge, (yet) the spirit is
seeing, for it is shuddering (with fear).
Every sudden chastisement that has come to pass has taken
place on the edge of the turret of enjoyment.
Indeed there is no fall except (on) the edge of the roof: (take)
warning from (the fate of) the people of Noah and the people of
Lot.

-- "The Mathnawi of Jalalu'ddin Rumi"
Edited and translated by Reynold A. Nicholson
Volume IV, verses 2102-2154
Published by "E.J.W.Gibb Memorial",
Cambridge, England.
First published 1926, Reprinted 1990.

Nicholson's notes:

* "if he fashion words of old (pure) gold":
I.e. "if he speak with perfect eloquence."
* "like the heretics of Girdakuh": The Assassins.
* "every one was ruthlessly stabbing his spiritual Director":
Literally, "without distress or fatigue



"The original words of Rumi are so deep, so perfect, so touching, that when one man repeats them hundreds and thousands of people are moved to tears. They cannot help penetrating the heart. This shows how much Rumi himself was moved to have been able to pour out such living words.

Many wanted to consider him a prophet, but he said, 'No, I am not a prophet, I am a poet.' When Hafiz wrote about Rumi he said, 'I am not capable of writing about the verses of Rumi. What I can say is that he is not a prophet, but he is the one who brought the Sacred Book.' In other words he wanted to say that in fact he was a prophet."

MoJoRiSin 05-20-2010 09:46 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Klynne (Post 422708)
Thanks, I will buy the book. I do take my dog to advanced classes they also offer play time, which I take her to. She just acts agressive during class. Classes are a structured event, and she just freaks out. Play is play and she has fun. She does get a little aggressive during play. Only if another dog wants my attention, she jumps into my lap and snarls at any dog that tries to be near me. Must be she tries to "protect" me. A 7 lb dog who thinks she is a 100 lbs. My four year old nephew and Layla are buddies. She loves to kiss him, and cuddle him. Thanks for the advice.

^ (also in responst to Trisherina's post about kLynne's Pom)
you mean like this => "you children are the world to me" ? :)

MoJoRiSin 05-22-2010 08:48 AM

image in mind hundreds of very only lightweight tubes
(such as the bule hose on a pool vacuum)
bundles together on top of a giant one of those.
>>>medusa's hair lke<<<

2. the retired space shuttle filled with led upside down

2 a pyramid type structure mad out of flattened cares wraped in cheescloth and sprayed with cement :)

put your thinking cap on

MoJoRiSin 05-22-2010 05:03 PM

^ i left out my full thought ::lowered down in 10'+ high sqares of ever decreasing size (other countries could chip in for some ofor the layers)
then chimney like

MoJoRiSin 05-28-2010 11:23 PM

who could care less about this?
 
http://www.almanac.com/video/growing...rash-can-video

MoJoRiSin 05-31-2010 01:04 PM

mo is starting to be a little concerned abut ze's
wherabouts. : )

Odbe 05-31-2010 10:34 PM

Mo if I was Brightpearl I'd knit you a Thinking Cap :)


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