Retrospect – 16 nov gas in oil briggs and stratton engine

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Open Photo Gallery Goodbye to the Campbell House – The "Loft" room was really excellent, a small foyer we mostly ignored and then stairs up. The cross bar (exceedingly well padded) was not annoying as one might guess, despite being at face height across the space. gas station jokes That foyer. The shuttered windows with colored glass were nice. Also, a little Italian (for some) reason restaurant that served a complemntary breakfast – much nicer than places that through a little of that "Continental" stuff at you, or a big buffet. Melissa has a very tender place in her heart for street and stray animals. More street art! Comissioned by the nearby hotel, but fun. Melissa points out it looks like Marilyn is checking her out… "Coffee, Tea, or Me"… More of the wire art. This was the outside of the Pinang Peranakan Mansion we toured the other day. We’re heading here to be back at the Penang Heritage Trust where we booked a more in-depth tour. I admired the local "Myvi" style car because it looked a bit like mine – later it would happen to be the brand of our rental. We started a walking tour with an Australian couple, Mark and Anna. The guide encouraged us to have fun with the art- in general Malaysia seems to like goofing with photos. Our guide- alas I forgot to record his name, but he was a lot of fun, a bit foppish? I don’t want to over-stereotype, but I dig that Indonesia offers models of malehood not all hung up on machoness. More of the local clan house-style temples. Hindu temple, I think they mentioned it was a recent addition, or at least renovation. Again, I love how almost whereever you go temple wise, there’s some little detail that rewards close attention, but that otherwise you might miss. Again, more temple stuff… The clanhouses in general made me think about Mutual Aid Societies, like the ones in New Orleans. gas density They kind of go against the grain of American Rugged Individualism… in thinking about what some Trump Voter defenders say about the relative neglect of rural communities… I dunno. Food for thought. I asked the guide a bit about the "tasty offerings" I mentioned earlier – was their a particular procedure for removal of them? He said that the temple keeper might enjoy them or give them to needy people – or sometimes people offer it ceremoniously and then take with. That… is quite a plant. One of our fellow tourees, Anna from Australia. Is that… "Chillax" over an Avatar character? Moslem cemetery. electricity for refrigeration heating and air conditioning 9th edition pdf The guide pointed out males get proud tall columns, females less imposing structures, tablet-shaped I’d say. The rainforest has a lot of life and a lot of decay. Street art… WHOOO doesn’t love owls? He talked about how a Sikh guard at Buckingham Palace had a special headpiece combining his cultural background’s wear and what the guards all sport. These lions had granite spheres carved from and forever trapped in their mighty jaws. But, tourists are told not to muck with ’em. Interior of the Khoo Kongsi clanhouse – I think our guide had a special connection with the group. I just love the art when it goes monochrome. This calligraphy has tiny birds… …see? rather Escher-esque. "The Nine Old Men", see next photo… I love the braggadocio of "This painting pays tribute to the clan leaders of Khoo Kongsi, whose insight into the ways of changes in a highly competitive society have steered Khoo Kongsi to the top." This whole trip I had a special affinity for Tigers, since they are my sign… Hallway with students granted scholarships and their achievements. Again, very strongly pro-community. Something pretty – the shell is just a sample but I bought a bookmark using the material for Melissa’s birthday (shh) Huh. gas jewelry Finally Melissa got to see some Tea-pulling! This (and the last photo) was at the Edelweiss Cafe – lots of odd little prankish things there our guide took delight in showing us – the witches that jumped up when you clapped, the boxer on the wall in the lady’s room with an inviting handle on his shorts, pull it and a spider jumps out and a loud bell rings in front, etc… Kitty street art. Chicken and Rice to end the day before heading back to the airport. Uh, it’s an airport. It’s interesting walking out to the planes – loud sometimes though. Off to Langkawi! Cows. Beautiful Langkawi… more to come. November 16, 2015

I had an odd dream last night. la t gastrobar opiniones Dizzy Gillespie was giving some kind of concert playing multiple pianos at once, big stride piano stuff. (yes I know that wasn’t his primary instrument.) Something happened to him and he wasn’t able to finish, so they did some kind of operation to me that copied his skillset so I was able to take over the show… finishing up Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor he had started (don’t know what happened to the stride piano stuff) in front of an audience on these multiple pianos, but they were specially rigged so that they had some organ keys as well. It was very athletic, moving from piano to piano, and my general memory of the piece helped keep things moving as I read the sheet music, though my ability to play piano like that was new from the operation.

Finally some guy was encouraging me to take a middle nickname for myself. He explained that back in the day, talented performers would take a name that implied their ability to put themselves on easy street, though recently the practice had fallen out of vogue because people didn’t want to tempt fate that way. So I chose the name Kirk "Sweet Life" Israel. November 16, 2014

Maybe it’s statistical? There’s this phenomenon I’ve read about and even witnessed but couldn’t Google a reference for (which is of course, par for the course) how if you mix coarse grained particles of two different colors and shake, the result isn’t an even blend, but the clusters stay segregated and gathered. If this scales to events in real life, it might explain "good things come in threes" type thinking.

Also, possibly, astrology. While I think the underlying explanation of astrology is hokum, I’ve been starting to think that somewhere between this kind of statistical clustering and observations on seasonal variations, as well as a kind of coded arbitrariness of randomness like the I Ching and a bit of insight to human personaligy (even if mostly in a Barnum effect kind of sense) there might be the shadow of something "to it".

Last night I decide to just go read at the pub before the glorioustrainwrecks KotMK #17 game jam. To be fair, the burger and beer were good, but the book, by an author I’ve liked, was just not appealing to me at all. ("Lighthousekeeping" by Jeannette Winterson– this whiny, mushy kind of cross between "just so" stories and magical realism.) And then even though it was only six there was this drunk or at least extremely raucous crowd there. And of course, I get meta-irritated at how they annoyed me; why should I begrudge people having a fun time? But there it was. And this was all after

So then it was the game jam, and it started out ok, though I kept getting distracted by hearing the wind push against the plastic in front of the windows. My bedroom/office has these lovely stained glass pieces, but they’re drafty–the one with the permanently installed AC has visible daylight in parts–so much so that I think air gets behind the plastic and pushes against it, ripping off the tape. I’ve given up keeping the plastic nice and taut like it was at first via the magic of hair dryer (doesn’t matter so much visually, they’re behind some roman shades) and now it’s an ongoing thing of maintenance.

So, of course, the game never did come together quite right. It was very promising and kind of interesting but then I just got stuck with either a bug or misunderstanding of the engine I had written previously and was trying to leverage. (In short, the "player/wall" colliding thing was ok, but the same code just wasn’t working for the "ghost/wall" collisions, or "ghost/ghost"). Plus, I didn’t have time to research the Sine/Cosine routine I thought of working, that would have made it a more pleasant toy.

So rather than push on at the 2 hour time limit, I just post what I had then and think about coming back to it. I go back to self-medicate with the Star Fox game, get through that dino planet level (where I couldn’t find the damn target goals, but thought I knew where to look) and then get stuck on a different boss fight, where according the FAQs, there’s no strategy besides "shoot him in the face and try not to get too distracted by his attacks"… and most times I would get the boss’s health to just a sliver, and then die.

And now this morning, I have my "yourself!fitness" to do, except I know it’s a "workout challenge"– the program wants me to do as many situps, squats, pushups etc to gauge my progress. electricity production in the us But that’s a terrible way to judge, you’re looking to gauge 2 weeks of progress, and who knows what kind of small cheating-on-pure-form for the sake of numbers might slip in there. Plus, for some reason the program is setup to still expect you to do the normal workout that day and nags you if you don’t.

It’s all a bit worse because of the general climate of fear and uncertainty. Maybe I should remind myself of the good stuff from yesterday; nice breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle, EB was in town and put a new endpiece on the giant honking ethernet cable that runs from the third floor to my room so it won’t slip out of the router, I did a fair job straightening up parts of the apartment…