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Our roster of customers includes leading engine reconditioners and rebuilders. We also supply liners to agricultural, industrial, and marine specialists. We use top-grade Alloy Cast Iron material that is resistant to abrasion, ensures longevity, and reduces wear and tear. Due to its maneuverability, it can be directly attached to the cylinder block and immediately used. It does not require long haul or laborious work; it is possible to remove and install without removing the engine from the vehicle.

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All our final products are synonymous with durability and efficiency. We have over thousands of liners and a range of power generation engines and HVAC Compressors in stock that can meet customer needs.

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Why Choose a Horizontal Centrifugal Casting Machine Manufacturer over a Vertical One

 While thinking about centrifugal casting, people usually think about either vertical or horizontal casting, not both. A basic question people ask is why they should choose a horizontal centrifugal casting machine manufacturer over a vertical casting machine maker and vice versa, and how to know which casting type is best for the machine parts.

Usually, a common foundry man might believe that the centrifugal casting procedure is simply used for cylindrically shaped parts like liners, tubes, sleeves, pipes, or rolls. However, this is not true. These shapes are usually cast using the horizontal centrifugal casting technique. The non-cylindrical-shaped parts, such as gear blanks, sheaves, valves, and sprockets, are ideally cast using the vertical centrifugal casting technique.

Why Use Horizontal Centrifugal Casting over Vertical Centrifugal Casting?

Ideally, horizontal centrifugal casting is best implemented for castings of greater length than diameter that feature a cylindrical bore. For this reason, you will generally find tube shapes between 12" and 20’ long cast horizontally. On the other hand, vertical casting is generally used for cylindrical shapes where the diameter exceeds the casting’s height or length, such as bearings or rings. Moreover, other specialty castings like ball valve balls and conical-shaped castings are also cast via the vertical centrifugal casting method.

Both vertical and horizontal casting methods can be utilized with non-ferrous and ferrous materials. The machines are not aware of the material being spun. It is through applying several methods, like water cooling duration and rates of spinning and pouring, that several materials, like cast iron and copper, can successfully be poured into similar kinds of quality castings and devices.

Horizontal and vertical castings differ not only in shape but also in how the molten material behaves in the device. Although both horizontal and vertical techniques use centrifugal force, there are some distinctions in how the pressure is applied regarding the axis of the mold rotation and the speed of the molten metal with respect to the rotating mold.

For instance, using a vertical mold axis, the ultimate force on the liquid is continuous. The same is not the case in a horizontal mold. The other distinction between vertical and horizontal mold orientations is the speed gained by the molten metal as it spins around the mold. When the manufacturer pours metal into the horizontally rotating mold, significant slip occurs between the mold and the metal. Therefore, the metal doesn’t move as quickly as the rotating mold.

To overcome this inertia, the metal should be sped up to reach the speed of mold rotation. This is not an issue in the vertical centrifugal process, where the molten metal reaches the mold speed soon after pouring. However, using a vertical mold axis, there is scope for the molten metal to create a parabolic shape because of the competing centrifugal and gravitational forces.

Conclusion

Both devices can provide a semi-manual setup in which cycle times are heavily influenced by operator speed, all the way up to a fully automated device in which an operator uses one or more devices in a high production setting. Centrifugal Casting Machine Company is a vertical and horizontal centrifugal casting machine manufacturer that delivers a complete range of both types of devices and can help you decide which type is best suited for your requirements.

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Ahhhh 10 days left ahhhhhh

#okay so the skirt is almost done (need to pick up fabric from the post office because silk baron fucked up the postage) #the shirt needs the collar finished and the front buttons and trim along the front and bottom #the belt needs to have the last setting arrached #then needs to be pickled sanded qnd polished and the gems set #the ring needs to be molded and cast which means i need to finish building my workbench and attach the centrifugal caster to it #and keening needs to arrive so i can put it together paint it and cast the blade in glowing resin #ahhhhhhhh #oh i also need to make a little belt to hang things from ie keening and some soul gems #ahhhhhh #why dont they sell bug shaped bags that woulf be perfect for me

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Jenny Holzer, With You Inside Me Comes the Knowledge of My Death, 1994, Silver snake ring with inscription, sterling silver, 925/000, matt, centrifugal cast, hand-finished, in custom felt-lined wooden case1 5/8 × 3 3/8 × 2 1/8 in | 4.1 × 8.6 × 5.4 cm

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8/?? Seek and Destroy

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We return to the movie that I wish to spin in a centrifuge until it separates into layers of its constituent parts, Prometheus.

Content warning for desecration of a dead body, continuing bumblefuck destruction of alien artifacts, and David being the adversarial two year old that he literally is.

Before we begin: Have you turned off Tumblr’s latest “feature”, which opens your account up to AI data harvesting? If not: do it! Log in from a web browser (the app doesn’t have this checkbox yet), go to “Blog Settings”, scroll down to “Visibility”, and turn on “Prevent third-party sharing for [BLOG NAME]”. Do this for each blog you have. Do it. Do it now. Tell your friends, it’s the hot new thing. Run free into the wilderness. This message will repeat whenever I feel like it.

Anyway, on with the show.

David is the most prepared crew member. While nobody else seems to have a single clue between their ears and most of the crew wasn’t even briefed prior to setting out, David has been studying for the past two years, treating language as a puzzle. He’s going to take what he learned and apply it to anything he finds in the alien complex.

And he will apply it whenever the mood takes him, because he is, again, two years old. That was the sense I got in the theater–he finds things he can mess with, and does so without hesitation or consultation with the humans. And while my instincts were still screaming that they shouldn’t even have landed yet, his behavior was the only one that made sense. He has been taught that he is only wanted when he’s useful. He has not been taught to keep his hands to himself. He figures the place out faster than the humans, and he seems pleased with himself for doing so. Therefore, he’s going to do so as much as possible.

As a result, we watch the cast act like screeching gibbons over a hologram. David had begun prodding at marks on the wall that look suspiciously like cuneiform (I’ll rant about it later), and he turned on a hologram projector. Simian crew noises ensue.

Those in the audience who are in the know are also expected to begin screeching excitedly at this point. The hallways they’re in are already taking on H. R. Giger’s signature biomechanical style. These holograms are showing us eight foot tall beings similar to his Space Jockey design.

The Space Jockey, named as such by the Alien production team, was one of those mysterious things about the original movie. Fused to what might have been the helm of the ship, seemingly alone with a hold full of carefully-arranged xenomorph eggs, and long-dead from a chestburster that had infected it. It set a warning signal before its death, misinterpreted by the crew of the Nostromo.

The movie never explained what the Space Jockey had been doing. Was this a cargo ship? A weapon? Was xenomorph reproduction somehow linked to the Space Jockey lifestyle? Their religion? Absolutely no information was given, and thus depictions of the Space Jockeys in subsequent media were split on whether they were benevolent, malevolent, entirely indifferent toward others, or simply too alien to be understood.

Physically, it was a complicated design for Alien’s crew to pull off, even as a corpse. The studio didn’t want to budget for it, and Giger ended up putting in a lot of extra work to help finish the statue. To make it seem even bigger than it was, the children of Ridley Scott and cinematographer Derek Vanlint were put into miniature space suits to give a sense of titanic scale to the creature, three times their height.

Scott made the logistical decision in Prometheus to scale these beings down significantly, purely for the difficulty in setting up shots and creating more sets scaled to this thing. It’s understandable, but I know some people are disappointed by it. As are others by the obvious implication you first get in this scene: the Space Jockey’s truly bizarre appearance is simply some sort of suit, worn by the far more humanoid aliens already seen in Prometheus’ opening.

Normally, I might be among those disappointed by that. I love monsters dearly, if my blog doesn’t give that away already. But there is a minimum threshold for inhuman features that the Engineers still meet for me. Something about the eyes and the uncanny look of their skin, both of which were deliberate choices by Ridley Scott and Neal Scanlan, the film’s creature designer who started with the Henson Company on movies like The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, and has worked on the new Star Warses, including the absolutely fantastic Andor. Even in behind-the-scenes shots, they manage to look just odd enough to be pleasing to me.

(https://www.deviantart.com/pretty--kittie/art/Prometheus-Engineer-407324586)

I respect the design work that went into it and I like the final result, though I am very sympathetic to those who felt that this was an unnecessary explanation for a creature that was a more powerful symbol when it had no explanation.

Talking about such things is my happy place, and unfortunately we have to go back to The Bad Place now. The characters.

They find an alien corpse decapitated by a door (the great goddess O’Sha is most displeased), and within two minutes they’re sticking a meat thermometer in it.

Fifield the geologist has a panic attack, which is pretty relatable.

“Look, I'm just a geologist. I like rocks. I love! rocks!

Now it's clear you two don't give a shit about rocks.”

He’s right and he should say it. They should still be orbiting the planet looking for artificial structures, and Fifield should be having fun doing an aeromagnetic survey or something.

But no. Meat thermometer. Sorry, “carbon reader”. Says the body’s been dead about two thousand years. They have just punched a hole in the first alien body they’ve ever found, to get precisely one data point. This is what is called a “destructive analysis.”

Destructive analysis is a technical term, so let me define it: You know how a team just read the text inside of a charcoalized lump that used to be a Roman scroll? How they didn’t destroy anything in the scroll to do that? How we might be on a path to getting so many ancient texts it could radically reshape our understanding of the period, and all it will take is some fancy x-ray scans and computers? The opposite of that. Think the opposite of that.

I’m going to go on a tangent out of pure spite and desire to educate. Carbon dating is complicated. There’s two isotopes (types) of carbon: Carbon 14 and carbon 12. C-14 is very, veeeery slightly radioactive, which means it will eventually burp out a little subatomic particle and turn into the non-radioactive Nitrogen 14. C-14 is mostly created in our atmosphere, so once something’s dead and in the ground, it’s not gaining any more C-14, it’s slowly turning into N-14.

We know how long C-14 takes to turn into N-14, it’s about 50,000 years to lose all but 0.2% of the original C-14. If you know how much C-14 something should start with, then you can take a look at how much C-14 your sample actually has, and you can calculate how long it’s been dead. Here’s a quick explainer from Scientific American to visually summarize this.

Now, the more complicated part. You have to know the starting conditions if you want to be accurate. You have to calibrate everything, because the amount of C-14 available in an environment can change over time. We have ways of doing this, but it usually means carefully studying the environment and other clues.

So if you were to actually find carbon-based alien corpses on an alien planet, you’d need to identify the atmospheric carbon isotope ratio, and then you’d be able to make a sketchy, poorly-calibrated estimation, that could be wildly off by a large margin. A critter that did a lot of traveling in its life would be especially hard to date, as you couldn’t be sure if it’d lived where you found it for long enough to take up the local C-14 levels.

In this case, their fancy meat thermometer might be plugged directly into the script, because the number they give is only about 60 years off the actual death date. How do I know this? Because of a thing I’m not saying yet.

That’s enough for this post right now. But I’m not done with this moment. I don’t like this moment, and I need to properly explain why. Next time.

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Citations for alt-text rambles:

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemiluminescence 2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piezoluminescence 3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triboluminescence 4. https://dedalvs.com/ 5. https://www.reddit.com/r/conlangs/

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Centrifugation: Chapter 3

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Chapter Warnings: kissing, allusions to smut, f masturbation, criticisms of religion, mentions of cancer and death.

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Saturday, October 16th | 0745

You wake to sunlight peeking through the curtains in your room, casting an orange glow on your walls.  Turning on your side, you feel hard buttons dig into your hip and realize you’re still wearing your outfit from the night before.  Odd.  You don’t remember coming into your bedroom.  Grabbing your phone, you groan, realizing you forgot to text Keri that you had made it home.  You see that she had texted you a few times, probably worried.

Keri: You home?

Keri: Knowing you, you fell asleep on the couch.  Lightweight 😉

Keri: Let me know you’re safe when you wake up.  You know how I worry.

You smirk and text her back.

You: Sorry, Joel took me to get food and then we hung out here for a bit.  Nothing too crazy.  I’m good

 She responds almost immediately.

Keri: So… did y’all…

You: Nope… still wearing my clothes from the night before.  He’s not in my room.  Must’ve slept on the couch *shrugs*

Keri: Oh, so he LIKES you, likes you. 

Keri: He really seems like a good guy.  Tell me how it all went.

Keri:  I gotta get ready and head to Council Bluffs to see my mom.  We can meet up this weekend though if you want.

You: Sounds good.  I need to clean, but that’s it.  Dinner Sunday? I’ll cook!

 She likes your message, and you decide it’s time to roll out of bed.  As good as those jeans make you look, they’re not sleeping material.  You throw on some sweatpants and creep out of your room, hoping Joel is still here.

Sure enough, you see him curled up on his side on the couch, still in his jeans and flannel, snoring away.  He looks so comfortable and serene.  Grinning, you walk over and sit next to his hip.  He registers the dip in the couch and stirs, eyes opening and body rolling over to face you.  Must be a light sleeper.  Eyes washed in sleep, he gives you a soft smile, the lines by his eyes crinkling, and puts a hand on your back.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he rasps.  His voice is even sexier when he’s sleepy, something you thought was not possible.  You put a hand on his shoulder and rub softly.

“Morning.  Did you take me into my room last night?” you ask, tilting your head at him.  He nods.

“You passed out pretty quick, there.  Guess your show wasn’t that funny after all,” he teases.  You grit your teeth and pinch his shoulder lightly.  He throws his free hand up in mock surrender.  “Alright, alright!  Just wanted ya to get good rest,” he says, rubbing circles on your back.  Your shirt must’ve ridden up when you sat down because he touches bare skin.  You sink into his warm hand.

“Thank you.  You could’ve taken the bed, though… this couch isn’t the comfiest,” you say, pushing some stray curls out of his face.  He hums, loving your sweet touch.

“Southern gentleman, remember?  Plus, when you’re older, anything soft will get the job done,” he chuckles.  You smirk and roll your eyes.  He sits up with a grunt and turns so his back is at the armrest.  He pats his thighs, as if beckoning you to come closer.

“C’mere.” He pulls you in between his legs and wraps his strong arms around your stomach, your back at his chest.  He kisses your hairline as you lean into him.  You sigh, placing your arms on top of his.

“Could get used t’this,” he hums into your ear, goosebumps erupting on your neck.  He still smells like he did last night, the whiskey only a faint smell now.  You lean into his touch.

“Want some coffee?  It’s kinda early, but if I go back to sleep, I won’t get up until 12,” you say.  He kisses the space below your ear and hums in approval.  You try to get up, but his grip tightens on you.

“Not yet, darlin’, just let me hold ya for a bit longer,” he croons.  You turn your head up to kiss him.  It’s soft and sweet.  He’s quick to deepen the kiss, mouth opening slightly.  You reciprocate.  His rough hands slip under your shirt.  He caresses your stomach and moves higher, until his fingertips reach the ridge of where your breasts meet your ribs.  He strokes the curves there softly, still not quite crossing that boundary.  You gasp softly and feel him hardening behind you.  He pulls away and nudges his nose against yours, groaning.

“Baby… those sounds drive me crazy,” he hums, “Like I said… As much as I want you, I’m takin’ ya on a real date before anything happens.”  You whine softly in disagreement like a pouty toddler, making him laugh.

“Better get up before I change my mind, darlin,” he says, kissing your neck and under your ear.  You whine again and reluctantly leave his grasp to head to the kitchen.  He stands up, adjusting himself in his jeans.  Adrenaline rushes through your veins at the thought of him getting hard to touching you, kissing you.  You ignore the pull between your legs and focus on making a pot of coffee.

“What are you doing with your weekend, Joel?” you ask him as he saunters over to your kitchen table.  He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing.  “Guess the couch didn’t do the job, huh?” you tease.  He smirks, rolling his eyes at you playfully.

“Got a client out in West O.  Tommy and I will be there for most of the day.  Shouldn’t be too hard, though, mostly givin’ ‘em an estimate,” he says.  West Omaha is a wealthy area, and you imagine he’s got a lot of needly clients out there.  You pull two mugs out of the cabinet and fill them with coffee.

“My aura is telling me you drink it black,” you say, putting your fingertips to your temples and closing your eyes.  He laughs.  “How’d ya know?”  You walk over, handing him a mug.  He accepts it and thanks you.

“I’m not that low maintenance.  Just like some half and half in mine,” you say as you approach the fridge, opening it to grab a small container of half and half.  You give it a good shake, doing your best to foam it without a frother.

“Better ‘n those sugar bombs they call ‘frappes’,” he says, putting “frappe” in air quotes and scoffing.  You giggle as you pour half and half into your mug.

“You are an old man, aren’t you?” You ask, smirking at him mischievously.

“Guess so.  Sarah loves them nasty things.  Cost too much, too,” he says, taking a sip from his mug and savoring the taste with a groan.  “See?  Nothin’ better ‘n some cheap, fresh, black coffee.”

“Lemme guess, you’re not a fan of fruity drinks, either?” you ask.  He scoffs again.

“Not a big sweets guy, sweetheart,” he says, standing up and ambling over to you with a hint of desire in his eyes.  “That is, minus you.”  He wraps his arms around your back and leans in to kiss your neck.

“How do you know I’m sweet?” you tease, sighing softly and tilting your head to give him better access as his teeth graze at your pulse.

“Tastin’ you right now,” he purrs into your neck, moaning softly at the taste of your skin.  And boy, do you do taste sweet, remnants of your citrusy vanilla perfume tickling his tongue.  You set your mug down, afraid it’ll drop as he paralyzes you with his tantalizing neck and shoulder kisses.  The prickle of his facial hair scrapes your sensitive skin and makes you shiver.

“Joel,” you breathe, squeezing his upper back as he nips you.  He grips you tighter, hands roaming down to your ass.  He gives it a good squeeze as he pulls away from your neck.  He lets go, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I should get goin’, darlin’.  Can I get your number?  I wanna see you again soon,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“You better… I charge top dollar for my barista skills,” you add sarcastically, making him snicker.

“Oh, I’ll pay ya, don’t you worry,” he winks at you.  You put your number in his phone and hand it back to him.  He leans in to give you another soft kiss before walking over to the door to put his boots on.  You follow and open the door for him.

“See you soon, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek as he leaves.  Baby.

After shutting the door behind him, you feel the need to cool off again.  You turn on the shower and peel off your clothes, noting how damp and sticky your panties are.  You run a finger through your slick and moan, half out of pleasure and half out of frustration.  This man has you needy and dripping for him, and he’s barely touched you.  The anticipation of your first time together makes your lungs feel tight.  You need relief, stat.  Good thing your shower head is removable.

Sunday, October 17th | 1020

A beautiful October day in Omaha was followed by a rainy, gloomy one.  You woke up later this morning, probably because the sunlight didn’t have the opportunity to bleed past your curtains like it did the morning prior.  The soft staccato of rain on the roof and the whoosh of water trickling through the maze of gutters on the apartment building soothe you as you lie awake in your bed, curled up on your side and basking in the warmth of your blankets.  Your mind decided to take this melancholy morning to reminisce about the last few days.

You had spent the rest of your Saturday cleaning up your apartment and grocery shopping, spending most of that time thinking about Joel.  You had to remind yourself that you had only known him for less than 2 days, but he already had an impact on you.  The way he looked at you and touched you was enough to make your thighs throb and your core heat up, but the way he treated you with such respect and spoke so kindly to you made your heart flutter.  You could tell he wanted you more than just physically – he was someone worth devoting your time and effort to.  You needed to know him better.

What you did know was that he was 20 years older than you and had a daughter, an ex-wife, and a successful contracting business.  A man that had lived and experienced vastly opposing highs and lows of life – the birth of his daughter and a sort of death in that of his marriage, the creation and building of a business and the travails that come with it.  You wondered if his parents were still alive.  He mentioned his father helped his brother and him in the early days of their business, but nothing more.

You thought of what he looked like 5, 10, even 15 years ago, imagining which stripe of gray appeared first on his head of curly hair, which salt sprinkles sprouted first on the edges of his jaw and chin.  If the crinkles at the corners of his eyes were softer, or if he was one of those people that smiled with their eyes and always had them.  If the lines on his forehead were not so deep, the divots in the skin between his brows less angry and permanent – knowing Joel’s sarcastic nature, you bet they were there even when he was young.  If the skin on his hands and arms were smooth, free of scars and freckles, his hands not so weathered from years of hard manual labor and work outdoors.  What it would feel like if his hands, sans callouses, rubbed your skin, touching the very depths of you and bringing you to ecstasy.

You imagine what your mother would think, her daughter seeing a man roughly her own age.  How she’d scoff and cast her vain, patronizing judgment on you.  Feelings of resentment and shame wash over you, reminding you why you don’t keep in touch with her.  She moved out to a small, small town in western Nebraska after you’d graduated from college, not long after your dad had died after a six-year battle with lung cancer.  He was the glue that kept you three together – funny, charismatic, open-minded.  He loved big cities and their constant noise, a reminder that they are very much alive – a major reason you decided to stay in Omaha.

He was a stark contrast from your mother – judgmental, uptight, obedient, misogynistic, devoutly Catholic, who counted the days until she could move out of Omaha and into a rural village. You had gone to Catholic grade school and high school, per her instruction, but never found that it resounded with you.  Such blind devotion and obedience seemed illogical, scary – even when you were 7, 8 years old.  Older and wiser, you now knew how dangerous religion could be and how it can be a vehicle of oppression for those different, wounded, less fortunate – all groups of people your mother had shown disdain for.  After high school, the only time you went to mass was during holidays, and after Dad passed, never.  You sometimes wonder if you were the only reason he had stayed with her, and if he was the only reason she stayed with you.

One thing you shared with your mother, though, was your desire and appreciation of independence.  Though she had many rough edges, she was a gifted teacher with a soft spot for her students, who taught you never to rely on anyone but yourself.  You suppose that’s why you can’t hate her, can’t be indifferent to her – you, in some ways, reflect her.  Ouch.

Tucking the pain and regret away, you decided you were going to see where this thing with Joel went.  Fuck what your mother thinks.  You’re reminded of your father’s words from years ago: Happiness is not a goal, but a way of living.  Maintaining that lifestyle is hard work.  You’re also reminded of how little time you give to others, how infrequently you let people in – except Joel, who you shared an open channel with mentally, emotionally.  You feel like you could tell him anything.

Your life was not mundane, but it had reached a plateau.  You were happy at the plasma center.  Sure, it was boring and tedious at times, but it was good and necessary work, and you met many great people through it.  You found one of your best friends in Keri, a mentor in Trina, lots of friends with which you experienced a shared struggle, and now Joel.  Your stomach tightened in anticipation at the thought of where your relationship with him would go.

Okay, enough thinking.  Get outta bed.

Sitting up, you grab your phone, realizing you hadn’t checked it yet.  You see a message from a number you don’t have, received earlier this morning.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Good morning, darlin.  Thought about you all day yesterday.  How did you sleep?  You grin, realizing who it is immediately.

You: Morning Joel.  I slept great.  A strange, sexy Texan guy is running through my mind, though.  You save his number after sending your cheeky reply, heading to the kitchen to make coffee.

Joel: Hm.  Sounds like you need a Texan to take a look for you.  Sexy, huh?

You: Very. Tall, dark, curly-haired.  Big hands.  Beautiful brown eyes.  Great kisser, too.

Joel: Interesting.  Nothing compared to the woman in my head, though.

You: Yeah?  What’s she like?  Maybe you need a woman to take a look.

Joel: Beautiful.  Soft skin, eyes that make you melt, perfect body.  Smells amazing.  Smart like a whip.  Best laugh I’ve ever heard.  Better kisser than your guy.  Doesn’t like whiskey, though.  You giggle and feel a heat creep up your neck and tingles prickling your core at his response.

You: Sounds like a catch to me. *shrugging emoji*

Joel: She is.  Hoping to see her soon.

Joel: When do you work this week?

You: I’m working this coming Saturday, so I have Monday off.  Took some much-needed PTO on Tuesday.  I have like a gazillion hours I need to use.

Joel: Lucky me.  No clients Monday or Tuesday – boss’s orders.  Want to go to dinner?

You: Absolutely. 😊

Joel: Can’t wait, darlin.  Pick you up at 6?

You: See you then.

While your coffee brews, you do a little happy jig in your kitchen.  Shit, what am I gonna wear?  Need to ask Keri for help.  You pull your phone back out, remembering you had planned on having dinner with her this evening.

You: Dinner at my place at 5?

Keri: Yes plz!!

You: Cool.  Need you to help me find something to wear for my ~*date*~ with Joel :D

Keri: OMG!! Okay okay I got you! Need a code name for him.  Sexy Texy?  You snort.

You: God no.  At least not spelled out.  ST works fine, though 😉   Keri laughs at your message.

Sunday, October 17th | 1545

After finishing your coffee, you cleaned up the last few parts of your apartment that you didn’t get to, showered, hit the grocery store, and started prepping for dinner.  You decided on enchiladas – easy enough to make and minimal cleanup.  Organizing your ingredients, you hear a knock at the door.  “Door’s open!” you yell.  The door swings open and Keri steps in with a case of Busch light and a 6 pack of Dos Equis, presumably for you.

“The rain is still going out there.  Gonna be muddy footprints all over the center tomorrow,” Keri gripes, setting the beers on the kitchen island counter.  Plasma centers are notorious for never being closed except for the big holidays, though luckily, your center is closed each Sunday.

“Sucks to have to work tomorrow!” you brag, sticking your tongue out the side of your mouth.  Keri laughs and rolls her eyes.  “Sucks to have to work Saturday, though!  Wonder why Trina scheduled you on Saturday,” Keri supposits.

“I took PTO Tuesday, or else I’ll lose a bunch.  And the part-time trainee has her first full day Saturday.  She’s done with all her onboarding, so it’ll be her first time on the Donor Floor,” you say, pulling a drawer open to find a bottle opener for your Dos Equis.  You crank it open and take a long pull from the bottle.  Keri nods.  “Hopefully she’s not one of the newbies that no showed-on Friday,” she says, raising an eyebrow as she opens a can of Busch.

“I think she is, honestly.  Though, she really wouldn’t have been able to do much since it was so busy,” you remind her.  You really enjoyed training, but it was difficult to show them everything possible when you were pulled in a thousand different directions.  They couldn’t do sticks or disconnects on their own without another trainer signing them off.  Saturdays during football season were slow, though, so that’ll work in your favor.

“So… you have a DATE?!” Keri exclaims.  You nod, trying to cover up your gigantic smile.  “Also, what happened after y’all left the bar?”  she asks, squinting her eyes while pointing at you and grinning.

“Nothing, I swear.  I mean, we obviously kissed at the bar, but he took me to get food and then back here.  Forced him to watch The Golden Girls.  I fell asleep and he tucked me in my bed,” you say, the reminiscing of the events making you smile.

“Y’all were all over each other on that dance floor, it was getting hot just watching!” She says, both of you erupting in laughter.

“He’s just… yeah.  He’s something else.  He’s got a daughter and is divorced.  Originally from Texas,” you say.

“Obviously,” she says, probably alluding to his thick accent.  “A daughter, though?  Wow.  What happened with the ex-wife?”

“Married and had their daughter too young, just wanted different things in life.  He says he hasn’t really had a serious relationship since,” you tell her.

“Bet he’s really good in the sack,” she says, raising her eyebrows as she takes another sip of beer.

“I have a feeling he is.  Just the way he kisses is…” you trail off, enraptured by memories of his handiwork from Friday night.

“Remember, I saw you guys macking at the bar… I think I have an idea,” she says.  “So, where is he taking you tomorrow?”

“You know, I don’t have a clue.  Guess I need to know in order to pick an outfit,” you say as you grab your phone, composing a message to Joel.

You: Hey, what’s the dress code for tomorrow?  Need to look my best.  Joel responds quickly.

Joel: I have a feeling that won’t be hard for you, no matter the dress code.  It’s not too fancy, but not casual.

You: A dress then.  Got it.

Joel: Can’t wait to see you in one of those.

Joel: And out of one.

Joel: Sorry, couldn’t help it.

Your eyes widen at his response.  Taking it slow was clearly not easy for him, either.

You: I’m gonna make this tough for you, don’t worry. 😉

Joel: I have no doubt.  Worth it.

You put your phone down and return your attention to Keri.  “He says not too fancy, but not casual.  A dress of some sort,” you say, leading her to your closet.  You two rummage through your dresses and decide on an emerald high neck, sleeveless bodycon dress that cinches your waist.  The back is open, with scalloped edges.  You decide on a cropped black fuzzy sweater to wear over the dress that you can take off inside the restaurant.  It’s warm enough still, but Nebraska weather always throws curveballs.  Satisfied with your choice, you eat dinner and continue to chat with Keri.

After dinner, Keri left to get ready for an early workday on Monday and you found yourself lying on the couch scrolling through Hulu.  You remembered that you didn’t respond to Joel earlier and grabbed your phone.

You: Sorry, Ker came over and we had dinner, forgot to respond.  She helped me pick an outfit

Joel: No worries, sweetheart.  Sarah came up for dinner too.  I’m still learnin this texting thing.  I’d ask what you’re wearing, but the surprise will be better.

You: Lol.  Wouldn’t tell ya anyway, you’re just gonna have to imagine.

Joel: No issues there.

You smile, mind drifting off when he sat on this very couch.  His rough hands stroking your skin, feeling every inch of you, and memorizing your body.  His soft lips caressing your mouth, neck, and ears, and his teeth leaving their mark on the same spots.  His growls and sighs.  His verbal appreciation of your body and the sounds he pulls from you.  Wetness gathers in your panties.  Your pussy clenches around nothing, sending shockwaves up your back.  Needing to feel a release, you head into your bedroom and grab your vibrator from your nightstand drawer, imagining it’s Joel’s fingers and cock stretching you out as you bring yourself to the peak.  His name is a faint cry on your lips as your inner muscles seize and relax in pleasure, your orgasm draining the last of your energy from you.  Drifting off to sleep, you can only imagine what the real thing will be like.

Folks... the next chapter is (finally) SMUT! Read it here.

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SCORPIONE (three views) - cast silver - natural tarnish patina - 1¼″x ¾″x ⅜″ - 1991 - new photos

SCORPIONE (three views) - cast bronze - potassium sulfide patina - 2¼″x 1½”x ½” - 2005 - new photos

SCORPIO RISING (two views) - cast bronze, sandstone, charcoal and crayon - 34"x 4½"x 1¼" - 2005 - old photos

SCORPIO RISING - as installed in Zodiac exhibit in 2008 - old photo

DUSTBUNNY MAMMA (three views) - cast bronze - burnt cupric nitrate patina - 2⅝″x 1⅝″x ⅝″ - 2005 - new photos

When I work in Italy I come across quite a few scorpione . . . they like to shelter under the blocks of marble I carve.  The first one I came across in the summer of 1991 was under a stone I later carved into a sculpture. I caught it in a plastic cup and put it in the freezer for a couple of days to kill it without damaging the body because I was planning on casting it in metal. After two days in the freezer I took it out and using tweezers and a hot needle I arranged the legs and joined them with tiny wax rods to ensure the molten metal would fill them completely. However after about an hour working on this wax the scorpion thawed out enough to start snapping her pincers and twitching her legs which she couldn't move much because of the wax. I put her back in the freezer where I left her a whole week to become a full corpse. When I removed her I finished attaching the wax rods to the tips of the pincers and a sprue to her belly and invested her in a jewelry mold. That summer the jewelry and metalsmithing class shared the studio space with the sculpture classes, so I purchased some silver and cast the scorpion in the centrifuge which insured the mold filled completely without any bubbles. After the cast was removed from the investment I trimmed the connecting 'wax' channels away with a pneumatic pencil grinder I had brought with me (my commonly reached-for Dremel grinder would not work with the 240V power in Italy).

In following years I came across many more scorpions in the stonepile, but I'd just let them be — although I always wore my leather work-gloves when moving blocks of stone. The others which I cast were not caught out in the stonepile. They were encountered on different Autumn mornings in the house — under the bed just after I awoke and was reaching for my shoes. The bedroom in the house was on the third floor, and I never saw scorpions on the lower floors (kitchen and dining rooms) or on the stairs. The scorpions on the tile floor would take a bit of time to catch as they are nimble and skitter around, but the biggest one got tangled in a dustbunny and was a bit easier to capture.  

Being born under the sign of Scorpio it seemed only fitting that these confrontations with my ‘cousins’ should be remembered in Italian bronze — especially as this year the jewelry and metalsmithing class was not offered. Since no centrifugal casting to prevent bubbles could be used, the process for casting the scorpions had to be changed. When the scorpions came out of the freezer they were all attached to thin (1/4-inch or less) slabs of wax with hot tools by the abdomen and each leg was carefully melted into place, the pincers and tail were connected to tiny wax 'vents' to allow the gas bubbles to escape.  When placed in the mold the scorpion would be upside down with the wax slab above it so the weight of the molten bronze would force the metal to fill the mold into the tiny legs, pincers, and tail. Even so, the casting of one of the smaller male scorpions (potassium sulfide patina) is slightly marred by a couple of bubbles on his back. He was cast in the first bronze pour of the semester, while the slightly larger/heavier female casting came out exceptionally well with no flaws from the last pour of the semester.

That Autumn one of the male castings was incorporated into a wall sculpture titled SCORPIO RISING, with the bronze casting attached to a thin slab of the local sandstone upon which I had scribbled strokes of red lumber crayon and compressed stick charcoal. It was shown in the Cortona Exhibit in Palazzo Casali at semester's end, and then when shipped back to the States it was shown again in an Atlanta nightclub which hosted an exhibit themed The Zodiac.

The other scorpione are in my bedroom again — not under the bed this time, but hanging on the wall. I just call the large one Dustbunny Mamma. Of note, the burnt cupric nitrate patina on her has darkened over the almost twenty years, while the potassium sulfide patinas are almost unchanged.

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It appears to me that all the scorpions I've encountered in Tuscany are the species Euscorpius concinnus, and their sting is only mildly venomous — like a bee or wasp sting — unless one is allergic. Due to the shape of their bodies I believe the narrower-bodied scorpions (potassium sulphide patinas) were male while the more-rounded-bodied examples were female (silver and the burnt cupric nitrate patina).

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The methods utilized for molding and shaping metals have transformed vigorously over the centuries. Sand casting, forging, and welded and rolled processes are some of the conventional techniques used for making metal parts and elements. However, there are several applications where these fabrication techniques are not effective or suitable. A vertical centrifugal casting manufacturer can manufacture components with intricate geometries at a reasonable price and with decreased machining needs compared to other casting manufacturers.

The centrifugal casting process involves pouring molten metal into the center of a rotating mold. The rotation induces centrifugal force and pushes the molten metal against the mold’s inner wall to make the desired shape. The molding dies can be oriented vertically or horizontally.

When Is Centrifugal Casting Appropriate?

Centrifugal casting has traditionally been utilized to create hollow shapes with particularized thicknesses in the places where the end product needs the densest and best material on the product. Because of its operation mode, centrifugal casting is highly suitable for elements with axisymmetric geometries. An advantage of this technique is a reduction in instances of retained porosity or air pockets in the ultimate product.

Centrifugal casting is well-suited to apparatus that requires extreme precision because it is done with a pre-determined mold size and controlled electronically. Products with exact weights and dimensions can be produced to strict tolerances by controlling the casting procedures with computerized controls.

Although most usually related to molten metal, there are centrifugal casting benefits when utilized with virtually any material that can be melted into a pourable slurry, including plastics, ceramics, glass, and concrete.

The Process of Vertical Centrifugal Casting

The vertical centrifugal casting method contains many phases. At the starting point, the molten metal is poured into a vertically oriented, preheated, rotating die. Then the centrifugal forces in the vertically spinning mold lead the molten metal to spread vertically and horizontally along the mold’s inner diameter so it can assume a particular shape.

Since the die and mold spin, the denser components of the molten metal are forced towards the outer diameter. The mold acts as a cooling surface in a directional solidification process, which solidifies the metal from the outer diameter as it shifts towards the bore. This method causes impurities to float toward the inner diameter. When the casting procedure is completed, they can be machined away.

The outcome is an ultimate product with exclusive mechanical properties and a finer and more uniform grain structure. This is why vertical centrifugal casting methods are used to make elements for aerospace, aviation, petrochemical, military, and other industries that need high-end elements.

Although both vertical and horizontal casting can create the same quality products, vertical casting orientations are more convenient for cylindrical shapes with a diameter many times larger than the height or depth of the cast. The examples of products best suited for vertical centrifugal casting are bearings and rings.

Vertical centrifugal casting can be utilized to cast non-cylindrical parts like propellers and valves by utilizing specialty castings. Other commonly created products with vertical centrifugal casting techniques are sprockets, flanges, short bushings, gear blanks, and balls for ball valves.

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