Dystopia

 

I hate Facebook ... but he's got a point:

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Oregon Element Six crystals, cheap(er).
https://www.bizjournals.com/portlan...to-open-94m-lab-grown-diamond-plant-near.html

https://fortune.com/2024/02/13/what-are-lab-grown-diamonds-sustainable-gen-z-millennials/

Gen Z and millennials proudly wear ‘lab-grown’ diamonds, oblivious to the fact they’re made from burning coal in China and India

'grown in the USA'.

https://lightboxjewelry.com/pages/lightbox-lab

 

Let's eat. Children.

Late response, but I love it!

 

Take the money and run.

Nice idea but zoning rules.

This lady knows how to get what she wants. Developer guy, just play the lady a few hundred extra above what she wants. Don't be cheap.

 

Let's eat. Children.

Let's eat and fall... :-"

 

“The future is already here – it’s just not very evenly distributed.“

William Gibson?

 

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Yes ... I'm that old, and then some:

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This is a memory from so long ago I can't be sure my description is right, but I believe I saw my dad working on a windshield wiper motor that was vacuum operated, not electric. Yes, I, too, am that old. And also older.

 

This is a memory from so long ago I can't be sure my description is right, but I believe I saw my dad working on a windshield wiper motor that was vacuum operated, not electric. Yes, I, too, am that old. And also older.

My old 64 Rambler Ambassador 4 door with a 327 had Trico vacuum operated wipers. That party tank could move. I gave it to a buddy when I left the service.

 

My old 64 Rambler Ambassador 4 door with a 327 had Trico vacuum operated wipers.

MY dad had a Rambler American. He gave it to Uncle Mike, GRHS. The wiper stopped working. I remember my dad sitting in the passenger seat with the - I'll call it a power module - in his hand. It just wouldn't work. I noticed something that looked like it was blocking a port. I told him to blow it out. He did. That thing started back and forth and I remember my dad's fingers in the way. "I - I - I - that damned thing has some power." At least that's the best I can remember of the day. I can still see the module in his hand and the blocked port. I had to be 4 or 5. That was over 60 years ago. I also remember that the wiper blades moved in opposing directions, crossing in the middle at the bottom of their sweep.

Rambler American. Rag top. The plastic window in the back so badly smoked you could hardly see through it. When my mom drove it she'd have me unzip the window so she could see behind the car. I remember the GoodYear store. They had a model jet car. Every time we went there I played with that thing. Looked real cool, very futuristic. It was in that car that I was convinced if you pulled all the buttons out on the radio then pushed them in at the same time you'd get Santa Clause. Mom always told me not to try it, but I just had to. Boy was I surprised. They say faith can move a mountain. Well, I guess faith can't tune into Santa Clause. I wish I could date that memory. But I CAN date a memory of a west coast trip up the PCH into Washington and back down through Reno, down to the Hoover Dam. Blazingly hot. We got out of the car to look over the edge of the dam and it felt like firey razor blades blowing fiercely against you. We got right back in the car and drove on.

 

MY dad had a Rambler American. He gave it to Uncle Mike, GRHS. The wiper stopped working. I remember my dad sitting in the passenger seat with the - I'll call it a power module - in his hand. It just wouldn't work. I noticed something that looked like it was blocking a port. I told him to blow it out. He did. That thing started back and forth and I remember my dad's fingers in the way. "I - I - I - that damned thing has some power." At least that's the best I can remember of the day. I can still see the module in his hand and the blocked port. I had to be 4 or 5. That was over 60 years ago. I also remember that the wiper blades moved in opposing directions, crossing in the middle at the bottom of their sweep.

Rambler American. Rag top. The plastic window in the back so badly smoked you could hardly see through it. When my mom drove it she'd have me unzip the window so she could see behind the car. I remember the GoodYear store. They had a model jet car. Every time we went there I played with that thing. Looked real cool, very futuristic. It was in that car that I was convinced if you pulled all the buttons out on the radio then pushed them in at the same time you'd get Santa Clause. Mom always told me not to try it, but I just had to. Boy was I surprised. They say faith can move a mountain. Well, I guess faith can't tune into Santa Clause. I wish I could date that memory. But I CAN date a memory of a west coast trip up the PCH into Washington and back down through Reno, down to the Hoover Dam. Blazingly hot. We got out of the car to look over the edge of the dam and it felt like firey razor blades blowing fiercely against you. We got right back in the car and drove on.

Those Ramblers were great cars. With fold-down fronts (a dealer of later modification) and a hotel sized back seat it was a great 'dating' car.

 

hotel sized back seat it was a great 'dating' car.

Well, that I don't know about. I was quite young back then. Had no idea there were birds and bees (so to say). I do remember standing in the back seat and my mom hitting the brakes hard and the seat folded forward and I banged my face on the dash board. Back then they built cars to last. Hit your head on the dash - hose it off and sell it to someone else. It wasn't until after that incident that I learned the Romper Room "Do Be a Car Sitter - Don't be a car stander" song. Suddenly it took on a whole new meaning.

And seat belts? What were those for? I remember my 72 Chevy Nova and its seatbelts. Had to be adjusted to the person wearing them. There were no quick pull seatbelts. You couldn't lean forward to reach the radio unless you set it loose enough to reach. But then you were in danger of serious injury in a minor front end crash.

Thought for the day - - - safety has come a long way baby.

 

I'm old enough to remember having to pull the strap to raise the door windows. Strap attached to the bottom of the pane and ran up to the sill and had a hole in it like a belt to "latch" the window in the up position to a pin on the door. Only problem was it was either up or down with nothing in between unless you Rube Goldberged it.

 

I'm old enough to remember having to pull the strap to raise the door windows. Strap attached to the bottom of the pane and ran up to the sill and had a hole in it like a belt to "latch" the window in the up position to a pin on the door. Only problem was it was either up or down with nothing in between unless you Rube Goldberged it.

Guys had some old cars when we were kids but that definitely makes you old.

 

I'm old enough to remember having to pull the strap to raise the door windows. Strap attached to the bottom of the pane and ran up to the sill and had a hole in it like a belt to "latch" the window in the up position to a pin on the door. Only problem was it was either up or down with nothing in between unless you Rube Goldberged it.

There's always one to "One-Up" everybody else.

No, really, that's some cool memories I'm sure.

 

Closing up shop early today. Will be on the other computer later this evening. Maybe. Depends on what the wife's remodeling now.

 

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