There are some really old people lurking on this site.
My first car in 1964 was one of these, only green, with independent front suspension and a wind-out windscreen for air conditioning; it was not quite in the same condition as the one pictured:
Australia is just regular stralia that's been gold-plated.
Too long ago to recollect; it was a means and - I was later told - it finished its working life hauling vehicles out of bogs on the Southern end of Fraser Island.
Australia is just regular stralia that's been gold-plated.
"The rules are simple: They lie to us. We know they are lying. They know we know they are lying, but they keep lying to us and we keep pretending to believe them."
"The rules are simple: They lie to us. We know they are lying. They know we know they are lying, but they keep lying to us and we keep pretending to believe them."
"The rules are simple: They lie to us. We know they are lying. They know we know they are lying, but they keep lying to us and we keep pretending to believe them."
Thoughts on the new Tesla pickup? I'm surprised it has up to a 500 mile range. I'm not a fan of the bed as you only have real access from the rear. Elton must have been surprised when the unbreakablve windows broke during the demonstration.
Contemplating Venice - You will not see this in an Italian travel brochure.
From: A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain
One lingers about the Cathedral a good deal, in Venice. There is a strong fascination about it—partly because it is so old, and partly because it is so ugly. Too many of the world’s famous buildings fail of one chief virtue—harmony; they are made up of a methodless mixture of the ugly and the beautiful; this is bad; it is confusing, it is unrestful. One has a sense of uneasiness, of distress, without knowing why. But one is calm before St. Mark’s, one is calm within it, one would be calm on top of it, calm in the cellar; for its details are masterfully ugly, no misplaced and impertinent beauties are intruded anywhere; and the consequent result is a grand harmonious whole, of soothing, entrancing, tranquilizing, soul-satisfying ugliness. One’s admiration of a perfect thing always grows, never declines; and this is the surest evidence to him that it is perfect. St. Mark’s is perfect. To me it soon grew to be so nobly, so augustly ugly, that it was difficult to stay away from it, even for a little while. Every time its squat domes disappeared from my view, I had a despondent feeling; whenever they reappeared, I felt an honest rapture—I have not known any happier hours than those I daily spent in front of Florian’s, looking across the Great Square at it. Propped on its long row of low thick-legged columns, its back knobbed with domes, it seemed like a vast warty bug taking a meditative walk.
These photos are of 'interesting' clouds, some look like persistent contrails that have been pulled apart by windshear. This area of the Atlantic coast of Florida is alongside the West Atlantic Route Structure which is a grid of high level tracks. Aircraft at contrail levels can make for interesting patterns. But some of these high clouds may just be cirrus in windshear.
First one though looks like gravity waves.
"The rules are simple: They lie to us. We know they are lying. They know we know they are lying, but they keep lying to us and we keep pretending to believe them."
"The rules are simple: They lie to us. We know they are lying. They know we know they are lying, but they keep lying to us and we keep pretending to believe them."