DuatDweller on 31/1/2024 at 20:35
Its the law of life, with time passing away we tend to lose everything, the looks, parents, friends, economical wealth, etc. Our final destination is set the moment we come to life, its the hour of the final act that is wrapped in a mystery.
In India there was a man who knew the day and hour of his death, even the quantity of bullets that would take his life. But I don't know if is it an urban legend of not.
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DuatDweller on 31/1/2024 at 20:50
This story is a true story, that I learned from an IBM computer tech that worked in the end of 50s to early 60s. But not in the US. In a foreign country.
You see back then computers were mechanical and required a lot work to obtain complex calculations.
They had to calculate the pay according to the time worked by every single worker, and to that end they had to load boxes of punched cards patently for two weeks.
Loading the intermediate results from the tons of boxes of punched cards every new morning from the results of the day before.
After all that lot of work they finally got the end result and were able to pay the employees their corresponding salary.
In the end, the computer tech who was trained in mechanical IBM computers lost his job
when the new electronic IBM computer generation arrived in the early 60s.
Things that you once knew are not valid anymore in time.
Today computers have RAMs, Hard Drives either SSD or mechanical, but the new ones will use a single system memory, instead of RAM/Hard Drives, effectively making them obsolete.
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The first hard drive (mid 50s) had the size of a refrigerator with glass panels to see the multiple platters stacked and had the then enormous amount of 5 megabytes.
DuatDweller on 1/2/2024 at 20:52
Ok my last story was a bit tech I got it you don't like those.
Here a faithful portrayal of what witnesses including my father reported as seeing and hearing in the nights of 1972 in a small country.
My father worked as mechanic for FIAT and then as a truck driver for a newspaper, delivering newspapers to regional centers around this small country, there were about 20 other drivers, usually on Bedford or Chevrolet or Ford trucks. Most of them however used to drive Chevrolet pickups with a custom closed body to keep safe the load.
Now they had to start driving after the delivery of the last load of newspaper's late edition around midnight or 1 AM.
Here many trucks who were involved in deathly accidents were kept in this huge courtyard, (where the trucks for deliveries were housed near the newspaper storage) which happened to be connected with a long in the open walled corridor to my then house, I was 5 years old back then.
The night drivers came around 1 to 2 AM, and they dreaded coming to walk alone in the courtyard since inside the wrecked trucks (the ones involved in the lethal accidents) is were they saw people inside the wrecked trucks laughing at them. I know is hard to believe in ghosts, but there were ALL the drivers reporting it.
Everyone but my father that is, he didn't believe them, as he never saw anything strange.
Until one night that is, while he was loading the newspapers in the storage and getting them ready for transport to regional outlets. He was waiting for his helper, a sort of second driver if you want.
The were small pebbles across the place so when the dogs approached the big gate they made a peculiar sound of walking over small stones. That night had heard the dogs walking toward the big gate, and heard the lock and the chain passing thru the small holes in the gate (all the while being inside the storage house), he also heard the helper driver's small radio playing music, he heard the steps across the yard approaching (the dogs and a man) and then nothing else, total silence.
So he came out of the storage house and there was no one.
So he shrugged his shoulders and got inside once again, after 20 minutes the same audio scene repeats, but this time without the music.
The helper arrived, my father asked he was there before, and he said he just came off the bus, when he asked about his radio he said it was at a service center being repaired.
To this date he couldn't explain that one event with logic thinking.
To me that I actually have witnessed several strange events, there is more out there than you can imagine.
Kamlorn on 1/2/2024 at 22:16
Quote Posted by DuatDweller
Now they had to start driving after the delivery of the last load of newspaper's late edition around midnight or 1 AM.
The helper arrived, my father asked he was there before, and he said he just came off the bus.
The bus? At midnight? Hmmmm...:rolleyes:
DuatDweller on 1/2/2024 at 22:47
Yes being a capital city there were buses running up late. Not like in Europe.
If it was Europe I would have said OM, Berlioz, Magirus, Fiat, Pegaso Trucks.
DuatDweller on 8/3/2024 at 11:04
Another story, this is what happens when you think you're not being seen by anyone.
Between 1994 and 1996 I was working in a factory warranty service for Technics/Panasonic,
back then there were around 7-8 people in the shop, I shared office with lets call him ....
Never mind that, lets skip to another story, that I'll post now.
Let Winston live in peace, everyone can make mistakes.
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PigLick on 8/3/2024 at 12:01
between 94-96 I was studying jazz at a music university. Best time of my life, everyday was filled with music, playing with other musicians.
Tocky on 8/3/2024 at 15:56
I get more sentimental as I get older. I wish so much that I could go back and do it all again. Then too I sometimes worry for the generation which will come after. Will they have the skills if things ever actually go to shit to survive. Sometimes I don't think so. Check out this conversation I had on FB recently. *****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
HIM- Yes but we are so much weaker now and so dependent on technology. Without electricity, safe water supply, food, etc you and those around you would not survive more than a week.
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Maybe you wouldn't.
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Your cell phone, your gun, your bullets, your food, your clothes, your shoes, your house, your car, etc., etc. Shall I continue?
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I can and have grown my own food. I can load my own shells. I've hunted and fished. I can exist on coal oil lamps and well water. I've sewn quilts. I can work on cars. I built my own house including plumbing and electrical. Shall I continue?
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you don't get it. All the tools for hunting and fishing wouldn't be there. No cars, no coal oil, no lamps, no plumbing, no electrical equipment. All this is from science not religion. I appreciate you are probably an accomplished survivalist but you missed the point of my first comment. We can do without religion but almost everything we need to survive as modern humans would not exist without science. We would all die within weeks. If it all disappeared we would be naked, helpless humans plunged into a stone age existence with nothing but rocks and sticks. Good luck.
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No, YOU don't get it. I'm not a survivalist. I'm a country boy. I HAVE all of that. If I run out of shells I can use my bow. I can fletch arrows and nap flint if I have to. I can hunt wild hogs and use the fat to make soap and tallow for candles. When gas runs out I can ride a horse. I can shoe and blacksmith. And fishing? I can feed myself even without a rod of which I have plenty. I can use a cane pole. I can make crawfish traps. I can skin a snake and run a trotline. I can salt and smoke meat.
What you most don't get is that we did all these things not 100 years ago in the south. I was taught these as a youngster. I'm sure that cooperation with my neighbors and hard work I could go right back to those days. And the neighbors are really just for company. You think it would be Mad Max caveman or something but around here we remember the old days. We can go back to them if we need to. At least my generation can.
You can't even fathom it apparently.
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I'm realizing that you don't have the cognitive ability to understand even basic hypothetical situations. I suspect that you are a someone who probably struggled with grade 9 science. I had to help a lot of students like you in grade 9 science. Don't be ashamed, it's ok.
Why don't you go back to school and pay attention this time?
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Son, I have gone to college. In high school one of the medals I received was in biology. Not only that but it's obvious you are trying to turn the tables because of your own lack of understanding. How in hell do you think the Amish do things?
I thought you were in this for an honest conversation but you just want to fling ad homonym attacks because you got your little ego hurt.
Have you ever canned a single vegetable? Do you know what a root cellar is? You talk about science but I know more of it's practical application than you do apparently. Get over your ego. Discuss things. Stop being such a child and listen to what I say. Respond to that and not your idea of what I am which is wrong.
BTW I'm not religious. That was another wrong assumption. I'm an empiricist. Try being one yourself. For shit sake, you are supposed to be a science teacher. What do you teach your kids? How to give up if electronics fail?
If a coronal mass ejection occurs are you going to just give up when the EMP fries things? THINK. You will need people like me or you will starve. You have MUCH to learn. Do I need ninth grade science? No. I passed it with flying colors. I appreciate teachers though. I have them in my family. You would do well to learn there are things you can learn. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
I worry. If something were to happen all these keyboard smugsters would go insane.
Qooper on 8/3/2024 at 19:10
Tocky, in that conversation you were clearly the one with more ability and skill regarding survival. The kid was having a terrifying thought that what would happen if all tech fails suddenly. I think he wanted to have someone there worrying with him instead of having someone point out the practicality of how to survive. I'm not sure what it would've helped him if you'd have worried with him and continued his thoughts though. But it's difficult for everyone to be told "Stop being such a child and listen to what I say." That really requires humility, which is in vanishing supply. Also, I think the only person in the whole world he might take that from is his father, and even then begrudgingly.
Having said that, based on what you listed, I'm sure you could survive a zombie apocalypse. I imagine you've done your own beef jerky? I once tried making my own, I used worcestershire sauce as a base for the marinade, but it turned out somehow weird. How do you make yours?
Tocky on 8/3/2024 at 20:15
Thirty years ago I made some once so it's a bit fuzzy. At the time dehydrators were a thing and my wife got one. As best I recall, I soaked some thin strips in Italian dressing and Worcestershire for three days then laid them out in the shelves of this thing for a few days. It had a constant air flow and no way for some random fly to get in so I didn't have to go heavy on the salt but you have to have some. I think I used a ground pepper and salt rub before I put it in. It helps to crosscut the meat. It tasted okay but not great. The Italian helps to give it a bit of a sweet taste and also to break it down so it's less tough. I'm pretty sure we beat it with that meat sledge thing too before the marinade.
I think that dehydrator got put on a shelf in the shed and never used again. It's a shame but it turns out we are lazy. Store bought is quick and easy. I like to think if I had to I could figure out again. I recall my grandmother doing strips of it laid out in tinfoil on a tin roof on bright summer days. She also dried peaches that way. You could rehydrate them for pies. Nothing better than a fried pie made of dehydrated peaches.
During the first ten years of our marriage we kept a garden every year. We grew corn, peas, snap beans, tomatoes, squash, onions, radishes, turnip greens, and melons. My parents did all the years of my time at home. We canned some stuff but mostly bagged it for the freezer. Man, harvest time straight out of the garden was a taste delight though. We looked forward to some fresh purple hull peas and cornbread with green chow chow sauce and onions. Maybe have some pepper sauce on the peas.
We got lazy. Nothing tastes anywhere near as good as that from a store. Oh you can pick up stuff from the Amish almost as good but only almost as somehow. It's like the labor during those hot summer days made it taste better. I wonder if there are even enough bees left to pollinate all that stuff now. I have a neighbor with bees though. He could teach me to set up a hive. Maybe when I retire.