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dix-a-la-proprietaire · 7 months
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Room with a view
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Clouds (No. 811)
Penobscot Narrows Bridge, ME (six pics)  
Penobscot River, ME
Acadia National Park, ME (three pics)
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keithgoldstein · 2 years
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Steady as she goes
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nocternalrandomness · 2 years
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Southwest Airlines Boeing 737 “Freedom One” taxis onto the active at Sky Harbor Airport, Phoenix, Az.
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ammiemarie · 20 years
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Meet-and-Greet with Buddy Jewell
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At the Mendel Center, Lake Michigan College, Benton Harbor, Michigan on March 26, 2004.
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slyandthefamilybook · 23 hours
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okay because I'm seeing some misinfo, here's the story on the Key Bridge collapse
What was the Key Bridge?
The Francis Scott Key Bridge (also called the Key Bridge, the Beltway Bridge, and the Outer Harbor Crossing) was steel-arch continuous-through-truss bridge spanning the Patapsco River south of the Baltimore Harbor. The bridge took 5 years to build and cost an estimated $145 million ($735 million in today's dollars). The full bridge project (including approaches) was 10.9 miles long, but the stretch over the Patapsco was 1.6 miles long and 4 lanes wide, and comprised a length of I-695, the Baltimore Beltway. It traveled between Hawkins Point and Dundalk, and in addition to the I-895 Harbor Tunnel was the primary way for Marylanders to cross from the Eastern Shore to the West. The bridge carried an estimated 11.5 million vehicles per year. There is a lane for ships to pass under the Key Bridge with enough clearance.
Was it structurally sound?
The bridge received its latest inspection in 2022 and received a 6/9 score, which is considered "fair" by federal standards. There was a concern with one of its columns, which was downgraded from a health index of 77.8 to 65.9, but it is not clear yet if this was one of the columns struck by the ship. In 1980 the bridge was struck by a different cargo ship which destroyed a concrete support structure, but the bridge itself was unharmed. There is as of yet no evidence that the bridge collapsed because of poor condition. Experts say the lesson to be learned is about the size and weight of modern cargo ships, and that the bridge was not to blame. Engineers have noted, however, that the bridge's piers lacked protective devices such as fenders.
What was the ship?
The MV Dali is a container ship flying the Singapore flag. It is owned by Grace Ocean Private Ltd. and operated by Synergy Marine Group Ltd. The ship is currently being chartered by Maersk, a Dutch shipping company. It was built in 2015 by Hyundai. The ship is 980 feet long and 157 feet wide. The ship's gross tonnage (its internal volume) is 95,128 tons (190,256,000 pounds). Its deadweight (the weight of cargo it can carry) is 116,851 tons (233,702,000 pounds). The ship was carrying 3,000 containers. The engine is a MAN-B&W 9S90ME putting out 41,480 kilowatts (55,626 horsepower).
Over its lifetime the Dali has been inspected 27 times, and only 2 faults were ever found. On June 27, 2023 the Dali was held in port in Chile due to an issue with the propulsion system. According to an inspector the pressure gauges on the heating system were "unreadable". The fault was fixed before the ship left port.
The Dali is crewed by 22 Indian nationals including 2 maritime pilots.
What happened?
The Dali arrived at the Port of Baltimore on March 23, 2024. At 12:44 AM on March 26, 2024 the Dali left port, beginning its journey to Colombo, Sri Lanka. At 01:26 AM the ship suffered a "complete blackout" and began to drift out of the shipping lane. It is not yet known what caused the electrical failure. The backup generator did not power the propulsion system. At around 01:26 AM the crew of the Dali sent a mayday distress call to the Maryland Department of Transportation (MDOT) informing them of the loss of power and that a collision with the Key Bridge was possible. The anchors were dropped as an emergency measure to attempt to slow or stop the vessel. At the request of one of the pilots traffic flow over the bridge was immediately halted. Black smoke was seen coming from the Dali, which experts believe was the result of the crew managing to restart the power system to regain some maneuvering capability.
At 01:28 AM the Dali, traveling at 8 knots (considered to be a fast speed) collided with a support strut beneath the Key Bridge's metal truss at the southwest end of the bridge. A Baltimore resident said he heard the collision and that it "felt like an earthquake". Emergency teams began receiving 911 calls at 01:30 AM, and the Baltimore Police Department were alerted at 01:35 AM. One of the officers present radioed that he was going to go onto the bridge to alert the construction crew as soon as a second officer arrived, but the bridge collapsed seconds later.
What was the damage?
The Key Bridge has completely collapsed. The metal truss relies on structural tension from the bridge itself to maintain its rigidity. As soon as one of the support columns was destroyed, the rest of the bridge quickly followed.
The damage to the Dali is reported as minimal. The ship was impaled by the bridge's structure above the waterline, but has maintained watertight integrity. The crew has not reported any water contamination from its 1.8 million gallons of marine fuel. 13 containers carrying potentially hazardous material were damaged, and are being inspected by a team of Coast Guard divers. At least 5 vehicles including 3 passenger cars and a cement mixer were detected underwater, but authorities do not believe they were occupied
Who was hurt?
The crew of the Dali reports no casualties, except one crewmember who was hospitalized for minor injuries. There was a crew of 8 construction workers on the Key Bridge filling in potholes. 2 were immediately pulled from the water by rescue crews, with 1 being rushed to emergency care and the other reporting minor injuries and refusing treatment. The hospitalized worker has since been discharged. 1 of those rescued was Mexican. The remaining 6 remain missing. Of those 6, 2 have been identified:
Miguel Luna from El Salvador
Maynor Yassir Suazo Sandoval from Honduras
Of the remaining 4, 2 are Guatemalan nationals. Neither have been identified, but the Guatemalan Foreign Affairs Ministry has stated that they were a 26-year-old from San Luis, Petén, and a 35-year-old from Camotán, Chiquimula. The other 2 are presumed to be Mexican.
Rescue Efforts
The Coast Guard was immediately deployed for search-and-rescue operations. Military Blackhawk helicopters were seen over the river. Rescue efforts were ended at 07:30 PM on March 26, 2024 due to darkness, fog, and cold temperatures. Rear Admiral Shannon Gilreath said "Based on the length of time that we've gone in the search, the extensive search efforts that we put into it, the water temperature -- at this point, we do not believe that we're going to find any of these individuals still alive". Recovery operations resumed at 07:30 AM on March 27, 2024 with all 6 workers presumed dead.
No divers have yet entered the water underneath the bridge. Supervisory Special Agent Brian Hudson of the FBI's Underwater Search and Evidence Response Team said "the debris field is pretty sizable and I know that’s why they’re hesitant to send divers down because some of the debris is still shifting, the heavy weight of the rocks". The FBI has deployed Remotely Operated Vehicles (ROVs) equipped with cameras and SONAR.
Aftermath
At 05:08 AM on March 26, 2024 Transportation Secretary Pete Buttegiege posted on X (formerly Twitter):
"I’ve spoken with Gov. Moore and Mayor Scott to offer USDOT’s support following the vessel strike and collapse of the Francis Scott Key bridge. Rescue efforts remain underway and drivers in the Baltimore area should follow local responder guidance on detours and response."
At 07:30 AM on March 27, 2024 President of the Maryland State Senate Bill Ferguson posted on X (formerly Twitter):
"Over 15,000 in the Balt region rely on daily operations at Port of Baltimore to put food on the table. Today, with Del. @LukeClippinger and colleagues representing Port, we are drafting an emergency bill to provide for income replacement for workers impacted by this travesty."
At around 09:40 AM on March 26, 2024 Maryland Governor Wes Moore and Baltimore Mayor Brandon Scott declared a State of Emergency to take effect at 10:30 AM March 26, 2024, and to last 30 days. Baltimore's Emergency Operations Plan was put into effect.
More than 1,000 personnel from the US Army Corps of Engineers (USACE) have been deployed to assist with clearing the debris and rebuilding efforts. President Joe Biden has pledged that the federal government will pay for the entire reconstruction of the bridge.
Jennifer Homendy, the chair of the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) has recovered the Dali's data recorder, and will be inspecting both the Key Bridge and the Dali to determine the cause of the crash and the collapse. She says the investigation could take up to 2 years to complete.
Was it intentional?
According to William DelBagno, head of the FBI's Baltimore field office: "There is no specific or credible information to suggest there are ties to terrorism in this incident".
Secretary of Homeland Security Alejandro Mayorkas said: "There are no indications this was an intentional act".
At least 3 people have been killed in accidents related to ships operated by Synergy in the past 6 years. In 2018 a person on board a Synergy ship in Australia was killed in an accident relating to the vessel's personnel elevator. In 2019 an officer aboard a Synergy vessel in Singapore fell overboard while performing maintenance. In 2023 at least one sailor was killed when a Synergy ship collided with a dredging ship in the Philippines. In the first two cases safety inspectors noted that proper safety procedures had not been adhered to.
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bat-cat-reader · 8 months
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'Outlander' Star Sam Heughan Brings Sassenach Gin to the Hamptons
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The new trend of stars behind the bar in the Hamptons continued at Sí Sí in East Hampton on Sunday, July 30 with a special, invite-only tasting from Scottish hunk and Outlander star Sam Heughan who was in town promoting his newly released Sassenach Wild Scottish Gin.
Heughan’s appearance comes after a series of celebrity liquor endorsements out east this summer, including Mark Wahlberg with Flecha Azul Tequila at Sí Sí in June and Bryan Cranston bartending his Dos Hombres mezcal at Kissaki two weeks later. Not to mention Neil Patrick Harris, who was scheduled to be slinging drinks at East Hampton’s nearby Sunset Harbor restaurant, also on Sunday, for Thomas Ashbourne Craft Spirits.
And who could forget a masked Kendall Jenner serving up her 818 Tequila at 75 Main and other hotspots in the summer of 2021?
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“This is our first time here, I’ve never spent time here but I want to come back and spend more time — it’s beautiful,” Heughan said on Sunday, adding, “Our gin is extremely refreshing, especially in a gin and tonic and in a lot of the cocktails that we are making here today. We just hope people enjoy it.”
The third in Heughan’s line of fine spirits, The Sassenach Wild Scottish Gin dropped June 15 and is described as perfectly capturing the fresh, balanced, and authentic taste of Scotland’s vibrant wild nature.
“I wanted to get it right. I wanted to create something that’s a representation of Scotland and where I’m from,” Heughan said. “We distilled every botanical individually — tried about 30 different botanicals, put them all together and finally came up with this mix of unique botanicals,” he continued. “They are all from Scotland [the botanicals] and the gin is where I’m from: southwest of Scotland. It’s made there — it’s essentially where I grew up, rural Scotland. Everything you would see walking through the Scottish landscape, walking through a glen or a forest you’d find in there.”
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“Everything in there is obviously from where I’m from. It’s very personal to me. I grew up there, and I remember my mum making rhubarb crumble or blackberry crumble. We got Heather in there which is obviously quintessentially Scottish. You’ll see a lot of Scotsmen wearing their bonnet in their hat, traditional dresses. It flowers every year — it’s a shrub that grows all over the mountains in Scotland.”
At sassenachspirits.com, the tasting notes go further to describe it:
“Journey through the glens, forests, and mountains of Scotland, and you’ll discover the wealth of unique botanicals that inspired Sam Heughan to craft a gin that perfectly captures Scotland’s abundant larder. Clean, fresh, and vibrant notes of apples, berries, and juniper are gently balanced with savory undertones of rhubarb and toasted oats. Pine and floral heather accents evoke the aromatic natural heritage of Sam’s Scottish homeland.”
For those missing the fun of Starz’s hit series Outlander, Heughan famously plays James Fraser, an 18th century Scottish highlander and lover of his English wife from hundreds of years in the future, Claire (Caitríona Balfe), who he affectionately calls “Sassenach.”
Outlander is currently in Season 7 and airing episodes weekly on Starz, though past seasons can be found on Netflix.
–With Alexis
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McCarran Field on opening day, December 19, 1948, with an air show of military aircraft. Photo by Las Vegas News Bureau.
Timeline of Las Vegas Airports
• ‘20: First flight. Randall Henderson piloted a Curtiss “Jenny” to Las Vegas, landing south of Las Vegas, 5/7/20.
ANDERSON FIELD-ROCKWELL FIELD ('20-'29)
• '20: Anderson Field. Las Vegas’ first airport, designed by Robert Hausler and named after the property owner, opened 11/25/20. Location: southeast of present Sahara Ave & Paradise Rd. • '25: Leon & Earl Rockwell purchase Anderson Field from Hausler; renamed Rockwell Field. • '26: Western Air Express launches airmail route utilizing Rockwell Field. The air strip is closed in '29 after purchase by Leigh Hunt.
LAS VEGAS AIRPORT-NELLIS AFB ('29-present)
• '29: Las Vegas Airport built by “Pop” Simon, present location of Nellis AFB. • '33: Simon sells Las Vegas Airport to WAE; renamed Western Air Express Field. • '41: City of Las Vegas buys WAE Field Jan. '41; dual use facility becomes McCarran Field, and Las Vegas Army Air Field. • '48: McCarran Field relocates to Alamo Field. • '49: Las Vegas AFB reopened Jan. '49 at the former McCarran Field/Las Vegas Army Air Field site. Renamed Nellis AFB in '50.
BOULDER CITY AIRPORT ('33-'88)
• '33: Boulder City Airport, dedicated 12/10/33. Later replaced by nearby Boulder City Municipal Airport ('90).
SKY HAVEN-NLV AIRPORT ('41-present)
• '41: Sky Haven Airport. From '59-65 known as Thunderbird Field. Since '66, North Las Vegas Airport.
ALAMO FIELD-LAS AIRPORT ('42-present)
• '42: Alamo Field est. by George Crockett south of Las Vegas, present site of Harry Reid International (LAS Airport). • '48: The new McCarran Field. Clark County purchases Alamo Field, opening new airport 12/19/48. Alamo Field and Alamo Airways continue operation at McCarran Field. • '63: Field terminal (T1) opens at McCarran, 3/15/63. Airport gateway relocated to Paradise Rd. Alamo Airways continues operating at the original Las Vegas Blvd location. • '67: Hughes Terminal at McCarran. Howard Hughes buys Alamo (airport and airline) in '67, and Air West in '70. • '68: McCarran renamed McCarran International Airport (LAS). Renamed Harry Ried International Airport in 2021.
SKY CORRAL AIRPORT ('46-'49)
• '46: Sky Corral Airport. Located west of Last Frontier Hotel; air strip approximately the path of present Interstate 15 at Desert Inn Rd. Closed by '49. • Note: Another airstrip at D-4-C ranch southwest of Sky Corral, circa '46-49.
SKY HARBOR-HENDERSON EXECUTIVE AIRPORT ('70-present)
• '70: Sky Harbor Airport. Founded by Arby Alper. Present site of Henderson Executive Airport.
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Sources: D. Lamb. “North Vegas Seeks Thunderbird Field.” Review-Journal, 8/25/65; “Southern Nevada Enjoys Long Aviation History.” Review-Journal, 6/11/98; J. Przybys. “Airport Museum.” Review-Journal, 10/1/2000; “History of Nellis and Creech.” Aerotech News, 12/21/2018.
Below: Senator Pat McCarran at the gateway of the original McCarran field in North Las Vegas, dedicated 3/15/41. The 25-ton pillars were moved to the new McCarran field in 1948. (Nellis Air Force Base Photograph Collection, PH-00028, UNLV Special Collections.
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KNOWLEDGE
All of the wards in the City of Secrets were screaming. From the inland rampart to the seaward piers, from the high pinnacle of the Cinis Mai to the street-level ward-stones they rang out intruder, attacker, invasion!
The elderpriest rushed through the corridors of the ziggurat, breathless and bleary-eyed with sleep. Down the polished passages and up the crisscrossing stairs, out into the Throne Chamber he ran. The vast space echoed with the alarms as he crossed to the east door and threw it open, looked out: 
From the top of the three-sided ziggurat he could see all the inland portion of the city, all the way to the walls and the mountain waste beyond. The smoke of Valmai could just be seen in the far, far distance, a small smudge against the morning sky.
There was no army encamped there. The walls stood strong. The city was dark and silent. Still the wards rang in his ears. 
From the east door to the southwest he ran. Still nothing. The streets were quiet below, still shrouded in sleep. Soon, the sky would be alight, and the City of Secrets would grind itself into wakefulness, but not yet. Still the wards clamored on.
Finally, to the northwest he ran and threw open the last door. That was when he realized that it was not morning. Below, the waters of the Halkatarax rivered their way through the city, into the bay and its great harbor, and then out to the open sea.
But there was no more sea, and no more harbor. Where the harbor-mouth had once been, there was now a mass of land blocking passage to the ocean. A pitted, craggy island.
Behind the island, a dark bar of shadow lay along the horizon, and a fog of darkness rose up to cover the sky above. It was not morning. It was perhaps midday, but the city lay in deep gloom, a gloom that was not darkness alone. There was something in the darkness, something that breathed silence and sleep. He could feel it, and so could the wards in the stones of the city. They did not sleep, of course. They were awake, awake and shrieking to warn him.
Another ping ran through the veins of the ziggurat and shivered through his feet, shocking him to action. He stumbled back inside with fear rising in his throat. Disastrous. Where were the guards? Where were the harbor-wardens? Was he the only creature stirring in the city now? Where had the dark island come from, and what did it portend?
He fled to the center of the chamber and stood before the throne. It sat solid as ever, a great, squat mass of protobsidian, gilded with gold. It was said that the Mantax himself had carved it from the slopes of cursed Valmai long ago, enduring the gouts of magma that had poured forth upon him, to bring it away. The throne was the lynchpin of the ziggurat and its ward-veins, and only the Lord Mantax himself was allowed to sit upon it. But the Mantax was not here–he was somewhere north, taking counsel with the other Lords of Order. In his absence, only the elderpriest was allowed to touch the throne, to utilize its secrets.
The sky was growing darker outside–not brighter–and a horrible sense of foreboding fell upon the elderpriest. Another shiver went through the ward-veins.
He touched the throne.
Disorientation, and then clarity. His perception traced through channels of stone and metal, through networks laid through the ziggurat and the earth beneath it, into the streets and the buildings, through the apertures which sensed light and sound all throughout the city. It was the City of Secrets, but no secret could be kept from he who sat the throne.
The streets were empty, he found as he shifted through the various avenues of sight. He looked into the buildings and found bodies there. Terror spasmed in him for a moment before he sensed the beating of their cores. They were asleep. Room after room, building after building, the same thing. All deep in slumber. It must be the fog…
Another ping came down one of the wards to the northwest, and he raced along it to see. It was on the main thoroughfare coming up from the harbor, on the south bank of the Halcatarax. But he could see nothing.
Wait…there was a noise. He focused, couldn’t quite make it out. He ground his fingers into the surface of the throne, tried to increase the connection, but it was no use. He wavered for a moment…only the Lord Mantax could sit the throne. 
But Mantax was not here. He was the only one here. Surely he would be forgiven.
The elderpriest clambered up onto the great seat, felt the interweaving grooves in the arms and back of the chair. He focused again and thrilled with the deeper connection. Back along the ward-veins he flew, and looked out onto the thoroughfare once more. The sound rang out again. Metal on stone. Close by. There was a shape moving in the fog, moving away. He raced ahead, along the local ward-vein, and looked out again. The shape resolved, and it was–
It was slit-eyes and a bent back, topped with spines. It was a staff humming with a sleep-inducing power, amplified through the gloom. And there was another: more slit-eyes, and a staff projecting a field of silence.
It was Rahkshi…and there were more, so many more. An army of Rahkshi creeping through the dark, all along the thoroughfare, and out into the city. They were emerging from the waters of the harbor, down from the shores of the island at the harbor’s mouth. 
That island…it was…He knew the shape of that island. There were deep pits in its surface, and from the pits came even more creatures: beasts that flitted through the air and others that crawled along the ground. Rahi creatures. Creatures of the Makuta.
Invasion. His jaw clenched at the realization, and he floundered for a moment in the ward-space, seeking for the right impulses to activate. The Mantax had spoken of the possibility that the Makuta might move against the Lords of Order, but there had been no open conflict. 
His hands skittered desperately across the grooves of the throne. 
Where was the Lord Mantax, and where were his armies? Surely he would be here soon. He knew all secrets; surely this was no exception. He would be here soon, yes, to ambush the invading force and destroy them, like so many times before. 
Where, where…what was the right configuration? He struggled to remember.
But…but if that was the plan, why had the Lord Mantax not apprised him? He was the elderpriest of the ziggurat. Was he no longer trusted? He had kept so many secrets, and so faithfully… 
Finally, the elderpriest found what he sought. Signals traveled out into the city, and things began to happen. Lightstones blazed bright along the streets, and earsplitting alarms began to clamor in the air. Many doors slammed shut, and others opened. There was a stir in some quarters, as the city's inhabitants were finally shocked into wakefulness. Awake and defend yourselves!
He could see more clearly now. He raced back to the main thoroughfare, looked out onto the street. A horrible noise of shrieking assaulted him as his perceptions emerged through the aperture, and he had to dial it back for a moment. The Rahkshi were screaming and fleeing from the lights. One of the creatures smashed its staff into the base of an obelisk and the spire toppled over, shattering its lightstone across the ground. The glowing shards repulsed the creatures even more.
He laughed at his success, watching them in disarray. He would awaken the guards and the harbor-wardens. He would lead the counterattack from here, and repulse the enemy. The Makuta thought to capture the city through sleep and silence, with their dull servants? Foolishness! Perhaps he would even capture the dark island itself, and add its secrets to his own—
The base of the ziggurat pinged him loudly, and his exulting stopped. Somewhere on the crisscrossing stairs outside. Had they penetrated that far into the city? He had seen no Rahkshi on the way. A chill went down his spine as he abandoned the further wards and moved to the ziggurat itself. There were guards on the ground now, shaking off sleep and brandishing weapons, and the pathetic Matoran were running here and there in terror. 
Shouts moved through the air as he set the wards to signal out the positions of the intruders in the streets. Then he was racing up the outside of the ziggurat, seeking the invaders along the stairs, commanding the outer doors to bolt and seal, and seal again, and—
He was seized bodily, and all his perceptions dissolved into a spinning, sickening rush as he was dragged from the throne and went sailing through the air…then resolved into red pain as he smashed into the far wall of the throne chamber.
More pain as he slid down and struck the polished floor. Agony rolled through his body, and he knew that his gilded armor was broken and bent. The personal wards in his armor plates told him that his internals were damaged. It was bad.
He was face down on the floor, but he realized that he was still seeing something. His perception was limned with red, and it throbbed horribly, but he was still connected to the ward-veins somehow. He was seeing the interior of the Throne Chamber. There he was, a broken pile on the floor, and there was the throne at the center, and between…
Between him and the throne there was a thing standing. It was made of many plates and metal shapes, joined by pistons and connecting gears. It did not move like a living thing, but more like the automatons he had seen the Fe-Matoran produce. It stalked toward his inert form, each limb moving as if by a separate, disjoint instruction. His disembodied senses felt the thing's feet blunt against the polished floor. Pain surged again, and he struggled to focus. He looked toward the throne. If he was still connected to the ward-veins, maybe he could—
The thing stopped suddenly and turned with surprising speed. All at once he was staring down into two bright green eyes behind a foreign mask. It was not looking at his body, but at him–at the point where his perceptions emitted through the wards. It could see him. 
The eyes glowed painfully bright, and an unknown power obliterated the aperture, flinging him back into his own skull. He retched at the reversal of his disembodiment, coughing and struggling on the floor. His sight had returned, though still blurry. He heaved himself up on one arm. The thing had already turned back to him. It stood over him now, and he waited for it to strike...
It did not strike. Instead, the thing reached down and touched him with one of its iron fingers...and the pain vanished. The rents in his armor closed, and his internal wards signaled a lessening of damage. He was…healed.
“Who…are you?” he asked breathlessly, pressing himself back against the wall, afraid, but thankful that he could breathe comfortably again.
A voice issued from behind the strange mask. It was not a living voice, but generated by mechanical means, he was sure.
“Do you not know?” the voice said.
“I do not.” It was the truth. Rahkshi and Rahi he knew, but not this mechanical thing.
“Are you not the elderpriest of the city of the Mantax, who shares in the knowledge of He Who Knows All Secrets?”
“I am.”
“And yet you do not know this secret.”
“I…I—”
The thing laughed a mechanical laugh, and the green eyes pulsed.
“What is your intention here," the elderpriest demanded, trying to put on a brave face, "and what is the meaning of this invasion? This affront to the Lords of Order will not stand.”
“More secrets that you do not possess.”
The elderpriest scoffed. “I assure you, when the Mantax is returned, declarations will be sent to the Makuta, and swift war will come upon them, worse even than in the days of the Wars of Order. You may transmit this to your masters—”
The room blurred and shifted around them, and suddenly they were back in the center of the chamber, next to the throne. He realized that he was standing up now. How…? He had no time to think.
The thing touched the protobsidian of the throne with an iron finger, scratched a spark out of it.
“Do not touch it!” he cried. “Only those ordained to possess the knowledge of Mantax may—”
“Ah, knowledge,” the voice interrupted. The green eyes flicked toward him. “If knowledge is required, then I am certainly ordained, for I am Knowledge.”
“What does that mean? You still haven't told me who you are.”
“I have. Just now.” The eyes turned back to the throne. “So this is the means by which you surveil the city,” the thing mused. “A useful tool for lesser creatures, I suppose. The Lord Mantax is dead.”
“It is forbidden for you to–” The words registered in his mind, and he stammered. “Wh-What? You…you lie!”
“He is dead, as are the other Barraki.”
“Outrageous! What proof do you offer of this claim?”
“No proof is necessary, except the proof of this city being taken in a few hours. The trifling forces of the Barraki are dismantling even now, across the universe. The Lords of Order are no more.”
“I know this to be false.”
The thing turned to him now, fixed him with a look that would have been inquisitive, had it been a living face.
“And how do you know this?”
The elderpriest hesitated, taken aback by the thing's sudden interest. “It is a…a secret. Something known only to the subjects of the Lord Mantax, and to no others.”
“If secrets are simply your own false beliefs, then you are a fool. Fools do not live long in my presence. Prove yourself.”
“I am the elderpriest. I do not need to—”
The thing stepped forward, and he remembered spinning and sickening, and red pain…
“Prove yourself.”
“Very well,” the elderpriest cleared his throat. “I shall grant you this secret: The Obsidian Throne was made by the Lord Mantax, who put his own wards of integrity upon it, that it should remain whole as long as he was living.” He pointed to the black seat. “The throne remains whole, its wards intact, and so the Mantax lives.”
There was a long moment of silence.
“Fascinating,” the voice said. “And this is known amongst the people?”
“It is. All who serve the Mantax know it and are assured by it, as I am.”
“I see.” The thing turned its gaze back to the throne. “It is a good bit of mythmaking, I’ll give him credit. The Barraki are masters of such propaganda.”
“What do you mean?” The elderpriest stepped forward, indignant. “It is no myth. It is proof that the Mantax lives, and that he shall return to expel those who occupy his city.”
“It makes a good narrative for a resistance to hold to,” the voice mused, ignoring him. “Something that will have to be reckoned with, sooner or later.”
“This occupation will be short-lived—”
“It’s as good a place to start as any, I suppose.”
The thing snapped its iron fingers, and the throne shattered into rubble.
Shock. Confusion. The elderpriest looked wide-eyed at the pile of rubble as it collapsed to the floor. The ward was…the ward of integrity had been there…It had been strong. He had felt it, even to the point of shattering.
The thing turned to the elderpriest, dusting flecks of obsidian from its armor.
“Now,” it said, “do you renounce your duty to Mantax, one of the  Lords of Order, who is now dead, and do you pledge now the loyalty of your duty to the Makuta?”
“I…I do not renounce!”
“You have great knowledge, elderpriest, and much sway over those beneath the ziggurat. It is in the interests of the Makuta to preserve you, if possible. So I ask again, do you renounce?”
“I c-cannot renounce, for the Mantax is not dead. You may take this knowledge to the Makuta and let them consider it.”
The thing shook its strange mask.
“Ah, these are the words of a fool, for the Makuta are Knowledge.” Its eyes burned into green points “...and as I said, I am Knowledge as well.”
“I do not understand,” the elderpriest lied, shrinking backward.
“You do understand. The age of the Lords of Order is at an end, and now is the time of the Lords of Knowledge. Once more, I ask: Will you pledge to serve us in this new age?”
The green eyes bored into him. The throne was dust and black shards, its secrets annihilated, except for the ones he now carried.
“I will serve you,” he said, his voice trembling. 
“Then declare that the Mantax is dead.”
The throne was gone, but the wards remained. Mantax had laid down those within the ziggurat as well, he knew. They would have perished with him, surely. He could not be dead, and if he was not dead, then... someday there would be a reckoning...
“I will serve you, but I cannot declare this. The Mantax must live. I do not understand this contradiction. It is a secret that is…that is kept from me. Please understand.”
“I see,” the voice said. “Your faith is admirable, elderpriest, and worthy, I suppose, of your position as the keeper of the City of Secrets.”
The thing turned away for a moment, and the creak of pistons sounded almost like a sigh. Then its limbs rotated it back, and the green eyes looked upon him again.
“I have asked a great thing of you,” it said, “and you have revealed secrets to me. For your honesty, I will share one great secret in return, before I must again tend to my task in this place. Will you accept this, as the beginning of your service to us?”
“I...I will.”
“Very well. Then look.”
The strange mask slid upward and back, and metal plates retracted with a shriek. Pistons whined as the carapace of the Makuta opened horribly, and a dark thing issued forth.
And the elderpriest saw what was inside.
It had already told him.
It was knowledge.
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lonestarbattleship · 2 months
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View of torpedo damage to USS SARATOGA (CV-3), while in dry dock at Pearl Harbor. Her hull was given a temporary patch for her trip to Puget Sound Navy Yard for permanent repairs.
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SARATOGA was about 420 nautical miles (780 km; 480 mi) southwest of Pearl Harbor, when she was hit by a torpedo fired by I-6. The explosion flooded three boiler rooms and killed 6 crewmen. Her crew was able to close off those areas and reduce the ship's list. Her speed was reduced to 16 knots and she returned to Pearl Harbor two days later.
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Note how the bottom plating below the bilge keel was forced out by the explosion
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Diagrams of the damaged areas from the Damage Report: link
Admiral Furlong Collection
Date: January 16, 1942
Digital Archives of Hawai'i: PPFUR-3-13-006, PPFUR-3-13-001, PPFUR-3-13-008, PPFUR-3-13-007, PPFUR-3-13-004, PPFUR-3-13-003, PPFUR-3-13-002
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Details of a door I found in an antiques store - Southwest Harbor, Maine
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iwillpissyourpants · 2 years
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A new life?
Part 4! I want to deeply apologize for making you all wait almost 4 days for the next part, time goes by faster than i thought. I swear, i blinked and it was suddenly Thursday. Oops i guess?😆
If you havent read part one, click here. There are links to each consecutive part at the end of each piece. enjoy! <3
Contains: Angst, Hurt/comfort
Overview: Travel-worn and tired, you arrive at Liyue Harbor only to realize you've arrived in time for a festival? Is this the city's way of greeting you? Telling you you're welcome here?
Gn reader, "You/Your" pronouns used
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All across the golden fields and high mountain peaks, traces of evening had started to show.
Around this time of day, most travelers would seek a place to make camp to rest and await a new day before continuing on.
But the scent of salt on the breeze spurred you on, telling you to follow the whispered promises of the ocean ahead.
With the sun having dipped out of sight behind the mountains to the west, the oppressive heat of the day began to dwindle, making a coolness settle over your travel-weary body.
Liyue Harbor was farther than you first thought, having walked every day for almost a week.
You were exhausted.
When you had first left the City of Wind you had no idea as to where you would go, spending your first night in a small roadside inn just southwest of Springvale on the outskirts of Dragonspine's icy landscape.
You were sorely unprepared to travel at all, having on hand only the few things you had brought with you from home, but you felt uneasy about purchasing anything from merchants in Mondstadt. These merchants always had a tendency to go to taverns after a long day and drunkenly gossip about recent happenings and findings on their recent travels.
What if they were to recognize you and let slip to someone you knew where you were headed? What if they heard the talk about your disappearance and recalled seeing you headed to the next nation over? You couldn't risk that. Not so soon.
Not before you could even try. ‎‎
You promised yourself a new life. Nothing from the past should follow you into it. Otherwise it wouldn't be new, it would just be different.
You promised yourself a new life, and a new life you will have.
It will just take a lot more effort than it first seemed.
Earlier that day, after walking for what felt like an eternity, you had found yourself walking alongside many other travelers who were chatting among each other. You had caught bits and pieces of conversation, hearing talk about some festival, but being too tired to join in on the discussions, opting to just listen.
A festival? ‎
No wonder there were so many people heading to the city at once. Most seemed to be locals, living in the villages scattered around the land, likely heading to the main city to reunite with family and friends. Some others looked to be travelers from other nations, seeming excited to take part in the promises of merriment.
The cobblestone road you walked on gently sloped upward until it evened out, letting all the people see what awaited them. Standing at the apex of the path, the air in your lungs escaped you in a gasp at the sight before you.
There was the ocean you had been smelling on the breeze for the last mile, surface choppy with waves cresting with the push and pull of the tide. Cradled between the mountains and sea like water in your hands was the city in all its glory.
There could have never been a better time to travel to Liyue, for what you didn't know, was that you had arrived in time for the nation's largest festival, The Lantern Rite.
Shining more brightly than the setting sun itself, the city was studded with countless glowing lanterns, seemingly more numerous than even the stars. With the darkening sky as a backdrop for the golden lights as they floated out of the Harbor and over the ocean, the spectacular sight had many a traveler stop in their tracks to admire the view alongside you.
So many lanterns...
You heard from someone once that Liyue's Lantern Rite had a tradition to send off lanterns, each carrying its owners wish off to the heavens...
Your heart ached.
If only Diluc could be standing here with you...
You would have wanted to share this sight with him...
Letting a lantern be carried by the breeze, holding your wishes for a long and joy filled life...
If only...
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After the last traces of daylight faded, evening had given way to night, but from within the city one could hardly tell.
Brightly colored streamers hung from the roofs of every stall and building, and the walkways were glowing with warm orange light from the many the lanterns strung from post to post. Your ears rang with the clamor of cheerful voices and laughter.
It was dizzying. Everything was new and strange. You felt so lost, but for the first time in weeks, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
But it felt...
Lonely...
If only you could share these sights with...
...
Walking through the bustling streets and down stone steps, you find yourself on the docks, where people were releasing lanterns. Everyone was so happy...
You could see families and friends laughing together and couples walking hand in hand, pointing out the beautiful decorations.
But the happiness of the people surrounding you was not shared by you.
You were alone.
You had no one to share the joy a festival brought with.
Was this really going to help you feel better?
A mother and two children approached you,  having noticed you looking dejectedly at everything around you. Longing for something.
"Everyone should make a wish tonight, Traveler, may your wish be granted and bring you happiness," the mother told you, handing you a lantern before taking her children's hands and disappearing into the crowd before you could refuse it.
Surprised at the sudden arrival and departure of the woman, you stare after her before turning to look at the waxed paper structure you now hold, still feeling alone despite the countless amount of people around you on the dock.
A wish?  
'What would I even wish for?'    
...Would it even come true?‎  
With a lantern in hand, you walk further down the dock, thinking about the kind woman that gifted you the handmade lantern.
Why would she give you, a stranger, a gift?  
She didn't know you. And why you in particular?
There were hundreds of people in the city. Why did she approach you?  
As you walked, lost in thought, the clamor of the crowds slowly dissipated until it was almost completely quiet. There were very few people this far down the docks, all silently looking at the gold-specked night sky, likely wanting some rest from the bustling streets.
Everyone was so kind to you here...
Despite not knowing who you were, nor where you were from, they were kind.
No one looked at you harshly, or spoke to you unkindly.
You were welcome here.
...is this the place where you should be?‎  
Lighting the candle inside the paper dome, you walk to the edge of the pier holding the now glowing lantern over the water.
Taking a deep breath, you let go of the lantern, watching it steadily climb to join the rest.
You wish that you will be able to mix in with the other people here, just as your lantern mixes in with other's lanterns, each carrying their owners wishes. You silently thank the kind mother that gifted you this chance.
You hope her and her children's wishes come true too.
You hope the Archons bless her family for the kindness she showed a stranger.
'maybe...'
You watch your lantern until you can no longer keep track of it, as it truly blends in with so many others.
'...maybe this is the right place for me.'
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Brilliant lights fly around you as you spin, your movements as graceful as a scarlet ribbon flowing through air. Joyful laughter and music mixing together beautifully.
For the first time in weeks, you were happy.    
When you first entered Liyue Harbor, you were nervous.
Would someone here recognize you? With so many travelers, there was bound to be one from Mondstadt right? Someone who would have heard about you, someone who knew your family?
You were afraid that word of your disappearance had spread so far. Would you not be welcome anywhere anymore?
Would you be destined to always be unwanted?  
But after entering Liyue, you were proved your worry was truly for nothing.
You were welcomed by everyone, and you didn't feel as lost as you thought you would. You weren't the only outlander there, many others having been attracted by the promises of beauty and wonder, also looking to feel the warmth only friends can bring, all being only a fraction of what this jewel of a nation can give. Such is the way of Liyue.
You had somehow ended up dancing with the people, the music drawing you to the city center filled with singing, laughter and dancing. Your grace making every move you made look effortless, and your laughter like pure music, your happiness was contagious, making everyone around join you in dance.
It had been less than 2 weeks since you left Mondstadt, but at that very moment, being surrounded by new people who did not have a single care for who you previously were yet danced with you all the same...
Even now, multiple days into the festival, after you had met new people and there they were, dancing with you as though you had known each other for years.
It felt as though this truly was the nation you were meant to be in.
Your wish just might have come true.
Because this truly was the right place for you.
Maybe a new life isnt as far away from your reach as you first thought...
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Why is Atlantis not perfectly radially symmetrical? The city radiates out in 6 directions and each one is like a peninsula, except 2 of them have a connector- is it supposed to be a harbor? I always wondered, thought maybe you might know ☺️
Ooooh I see what you mean! It is indeed a harbor or at least an enclosed area. Although there seems to be no access to the open ocean, so it'd have to be spaceships only. Sea vessels would dock in other places. Here on the blueprints it's in the lower left corner between the Southwest and South Piers, and it's labeled "docking wharf":
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I'm not sure that's where the Daedalus lands, I'd have to check it—but good observation! You can also see it in this screenshot, same position.
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Morro Bay Harbor, CA (No. 2)
During World War II, there was a U.S. Navy base, Amphibious Training Base Morro Bay on the north side of Morro Rock where sailors were trained to operate LCVPs. The breakwater on the southwest side of the Rock was built in 1944–45 to protect the LCVPs entering and leaving the harbor. Soldiers from Camp San Luis Obispo would come to Morro Bay and practice loading into the LCVPs. Many of those men were at Normandy on D-Day.
In the 1940s, Morro Bay developed an abalone fishing industry; it peaked in 1957, and stocks of abalone have declined significantly due to overfishing. Halibut, sole, rockfish, albacore, and many other species are still caught by both commercial and sport vessels. In addition, oysters are aquacultured in the shallow back bay.
The Pacific Gas and Electric Company built the Morro Bay Power Plant in the early 1950s, which created jobs and increased the tax base. The city incorporated in 1964. The plant closed in February 2014.
Source: Wikipedia
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nocternalrandomness · 2 years
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Southwest Airlines Boeing 737-7H4 departing Sky Harbor Airport, Phoenix, Az.
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