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Etymology

Alluding to Hamlet. The two senses result from two interpretations of the word coil, one taking it to mean “tumult, confusion, fuss”, the other “case, wrapping”. In either case, the phrase “shuffle off this mortal coil” must mean “die”. Since "shuffle off" is generally taken to mean "get rid of" or "evade" it is likely that in the sense that Shakespeare used it, it was specifically referring to the act of suicide.

Noun

mortal coil (plural mortal coils)

1. The chaos and confusion of life.
2. The physical body of a man (containing the spirit inside).

• https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/mortal_coil

Portable bike stands take up a lot of floor space and suck to deploy and collapse every day. I'm in the process of converting the main stand upright tubes and head to attach to the side of a toolbox cart instead of the base of the portable stand.

Look mah, no supports:

Too much floor space wasted:

I was afraid the pedals wouldn't clear when the head is mounted vertical, but it looks like I still have around 5-10 millimeters of clearance. I still need to design and print the actual clamp mount to the toolbox. This was just a mockup with some wood clamps to check pedal clearance first.

I'll go read or work on a project, but nothing is worth commercials. Sports games are played and fit to the commercials in the USA.

Once upon a time I was into baseball back with Maddux, Smoltz, and Glavine. The Braves were the closest pro team to me as a kid that watched The Sandlot too much.

I've caught bits and pieces of the current World Series in passing, but I walk out with every commercial. I just don't care any more. No content is worth wasting half of my time with whatever wares some shitty billionaire is hocking for rent-scription. I'm worth more than that and I'm not willing to sell myself or my time and interests to these people any more. I reject the premise that this is an acceptable normal. You do you, and value your time accordingly. I see ads as worthless lowlife behavior that belongs scared and intimidated under rocks and hidden in creepy caves. Advertising as some kind of acceptable feature in society or as if it has a right to my time is insulting, demeaning, and unacceptable to me. I reject this dystopia.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x79l7UO_qww

Caveat: The bike used is an e-bike with a powered wheel. The pedals have very little load requirements and no long-term or load testing is shown. As one of the most hardcore roadies you'll ever interact with, personally, I believe this would not last more than a week if it could survive a single ride on a traditional bike and someone like myself based on my first impression of the design. Still, the idea is impressive to me. In practice, a robust enough design will likely outweigh a chain drive by an order of magnitude. The reason the chain and cog transmission is standard is because of the balance of weight to durability. Every single gram matters on a bicycle far more than may be apparent at first.

Noun

pareidolia (plural pareidolias)

• (psychology) The tendency to interpret a vague stimulus as something known to the observer, such as interpreting marks on Mars as canals, seeing shapes in clouds, or hearing hidden messages in music.

Etymology

Borrowed from German Pareidolie, constructed from Ancient Greek παρα- (para-, “alongside”) + εἴδωλον (eídōlon, “image”) + -ία (-ía).

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• https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/pareidolia

Hurricane Maria did major damage to the Puerto Rican telescope in 2017 that lead to the collapse of this world class iconic radio telescope 3 years later after failing to get funded and maintained. It was the largest for the USA by a long shot at 305 meters. China's FAST became the largest at 500 meters in 2016. This is Trump's (2017-2020) legacy for Puerto Rico.

Came out like a slightly savory barely fruity pickled cucumber or olive like flavor. It's only useful for sauce complexity. It has a sustained savory aspect to the aftertaste that is more positive than the initial slightly vinegar like bite.

...but maybe round two will be better.

A plum is in the tiny jar.

Overhead LED strips wired and lots more junk shuffled. The critical test of whether the corset would alter my mobility substantially seems to be passing so far. I can still sleep after being upright most of the day. I still need to wire the strips under the bottom desk-shelf, and have a ton of junk to sort and organize properly. Does anyone else here treat a bedroom like a tiny house lab?

I am cleaning up a years old mess and mulling over abstracted inner philosophy as one does. So why do other people care if someone wants to check out, punch their own card, start life retirement. Why would there ever be a stigma or law against such a thing, (other than profiteering from misery). In my attempt to reason why some worthwhile human might find it offensive, independent of outside influences like religion, the only thing I can think of is the idea, "to give up on one's self implies giving up on everyone else," like perhaps the person that takes offense does so out of their desire to help but lacks an effective means or opportunity. True/not true, is there some facet I am neglecting? What do you think?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Js8erWbsDQ

I've been watching Chris' lathe builds for awhile. This concrete pour seems like a really useful idea. The lessons learned and advice given here are valuable insights into the practical aspects of this technique.

My main underlying curiosity is what happens when such a methodology is used to create automated single purpose machines.

I was hit by a couple of SUV's in a crash while riding a bicycle to work 2/26/14. I have chronic spinal issues. I haven't really allowed hope to know me since 2017. A lot happened then. I kinda fell apart and had to come to terms with my limitations and disappointments from people I really needed to rely on. Hope became a destabilizing force; a danger I needed to protect myself from.

I've seen over a dozen neurosurgeons, and several pain management specialists. I've had physical therapy until I was broke. Never once did a doctor actually try to break down the problems or recommend someone who would. I complained about how I could be in tremendous pain just before a MRI but within a few minutes of lying flat, I felt fine. No MRI has ever shown anything major wrong with me. I even went as far as bribing the tech and radiologist with coffee shop gift cards and stuff to try and get them to take extra time and effort. Still nothing ever helped.

Today, I put on a corset thing for the first time. I haven't been able to turn my head left in over 10 years. As soon as I tightened this thing, I can turn my head left again and there is no restriction that I can feel. I haven't sat upright at a table in a straight chair in over 10 years, but I did so today. I was so elated about sitting there I wrote this stupid long reply to someone. I didn't know what to do with myself. Normally the pain would kick in and stop me, but I just kept going.

I'm laying in bed now out of habit and caution, but for the first time in many years I feel anxious about staying here, capable, like I could get up and do something without the punishment of major pain.

I feel like a scared abused animal nearly unable to move out of this mental space; to allow hope a place in my mind. I have no idea where this ultimately leads. My inner cynic wants to laugh at the ten years of my life wasted when all I needed was a simple brace; all those reputable doctors failing at something so fundamentally simple; that my own uneducated intuition eventually lead me here on my own.

I asked here when the idea to try this first crossed my mind. Y'all pushed me to try it. Thanks. I still hesitated for whatever reason, but now I'm trying it. I'm scared to even admit it, but this feels different, it feels like hope, and that is something I really needed.

A picture of the beach after sun down, light waves, sparse twilight clouds reflect an orange horizon chased by a lavender blue sky. In the distance a small rock jetty crosses the image faintly; origin unknown. Beyond, in the distant horizon, Catalina Island commands the Sol's interregnum in bronze silhouette.