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...because time is grains through the hourglass....?2dimes wrote:Nice, I'd like to see that.
My great grandfather was a watchmaker in the 1800s in Scotland. He packed up the wife and their first son, then moved them to Canada to grow grain.
notyou2 wrote:...because time is grains through the hourglass....?2dimes wrote:My great grandfather was a watchmaker in the 1800s in Scotland. He packed up the wife and their first son, then moved them to Canada to grow grain.
2dimes wrote:notyou2 wrote:...because time is grains through the hourglass....?2dimes wrote:My great grandfather was a watchmaker in the 1800s in Scotland. He packed up the wife and their first son, then moved them to Canada to grow grain.
No, I never met him to ask but I'm pretty sure it was because over there he was a wage slave barely eeking out a living. Here he was able to aquire more land than you needed there to be a local baron.
It is interesting to note, all the land acquired by him and his sons is now owned by someone else. My father has a cousin who owns quite a bit of land but he is not wealthy. Most of his children have moved to city.
Both of my grandfathers died before I was born.
warmonger1981 wrote:Ive noticed anytime i try to do a thread there is no participation. The bots must be in full effect. Starting to find out who's human or bot. Unfortunately mostly bots. This place is dead for actual human interaction. You can't tell me with all these people on this site nobody has an interesting YouTube video of one of your interests? This place sucks and so do you.
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warmonger1981 wrote:Ive noticed anytime i try to do a thread there is no participation. The bots must be in full effect. Starting to find out who's human or bot. Unfortunately mostly bots. This place is dead for actual human interaction. You can't tell me with all these people on this site nobody has an interesting YouTube video of one of your interests? This place sucks and so do you.
notyou2 wrote:warmonger1981 wrote:Ive noticed anytime i try to do a thread there is no participation. The bots must be in full effect. Starting to find out who's human or bot. Unfortunately mostly bots. This place is dead for actual human interaction. You can't tell me with all these people on this site nobody has an interesting YouTube video of one of your interests? This place sucks and so do you.
So sorry that you feel that way. Please be aware that this awesome thread you created was my inspiration for creating the what did your grandad do thread. Hope you’re feeling better.
wasn’t supposed to be on Mount Himlung. As a climber and geoscientist examining climate change, I’d been working with a team near Everest in spring 2014, until a serious avalanche forced us to change our plans. On the border between Tibet and Nepal, Himlung offered an opportunity to continue the research in a similar environment.
With two other scientists, I established a camp by a glacier 6,000m up the mountain. The location felt stable and the weather was fine, but monsoon season was only days away. When one of the team fell ill, I decided to make use of what time we had before the snow came pounding in; while she was escorted down the mountain, I stayed behind to work alone for a couple of days.
The next day, I left my tent to collect snow samples. It should have been only a short stroll. I took a couple of ice axes and my camera, but no headlamp or satellite phone. I was wearing a light jacket over a T-shirt – a parka felt like overkill on that bright, beautiful morning. Suddenly, the snow gave way beneath me and I was plunged into darkness. I was inside the glacier, tumbling into a crevasse. My face smashed against ice as I ricocheted between the frozen walls. I thought I was about to die, but instinctively tried to use an axe to stop my fall. I felt bones snap and my arm was pulled clean out of its socket. I landed hard on my side, crushing my shoulder, the impact forcing all the air out of my lungs.
Fighting for breath, I was shocked by the pain and intense cold. I was no longer falling, but still far from the bottom. My feet dangled over the abyss, while my upper body was supported by a chunk of concrete-hard ice that must have fallen and become wedged. It had simultaneously saved and broken me – with every breath of thin mountain air, I felt the grating of broken ribs.
warmonger1981 wrote:Starting to find out who's human or bot. Unfortunately mostly bots.
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