"Muth claims he called 311, the fire department and police to help him save the cat, but couldn’t get through the bureaucracy."
I don't know what 311 is there, but it doesn't sound like "barricaded" is factual, he had after all broken into somebody else's apartment and had some responsibility for controlling who else came in after him, doncha think?
Don't want to take even a tiny bit away from this man, but the same fundamental principle is involved it at least a few things that have been around a while. The ones that come to mind:
Look at movies of the Okies migrating--all those cars had one or more water bags, made from canvass, that kept the water cool by evaporating a little of the water.
You might also see in the windows of some of the cars, and on roofs and in windows of some homes things some of us called "swamp coolers" or just "coolers" where water flowed across a fiber mat (I don't remember what the mat was made of--sisal? hemp? while air flowed through the mat into the car or house.
In hot weather I wear cotton flannel shirts (over the cotton T-shirts I wear year-round) so the sweat will evoporate and cool me a bit.
I suspect the cloth down the back of the neck might do the same thing.
Where I lived as a little kid, houses didn't have basements or cellars usually, but they often had "coolers" which were cupboards with hardwae cloth for shelves, and open to the crawl space (damp earth--cool) and the attic). Most of the food we now keep in the refrigerator would have been keep in the cooler because ice for the ice box was expensive.
I worked for a number of years in San Francisco andwalked to the strain station a lot of days.
There were "regulars" along the way, each with his (usually was a "he") own routine. I gave them money every now and again in the same frame or mind that I gave money to musicians and mimes when I could afford it--they were entertaining. I recall one that had a dog that looked just like him (I teased a younger dog he had that if he (the younger dog) didn't stop hanging around with the hobo he to would come to look like him).
I noted one day that a regular was back after having been missing for some time. He explained that he had gotten sick and had pissed on a cop's shoes to get put in jail so he could mget medical care.
The thing to realize is that many of these people are in one of two groups--one of which s doing what they want to do--in the way of the hobo culture that goes back before my time I don't know how far.
The second group is people with severe mental or physical problems that would have been in the "state" hospitals where they could be taken care of more efficiently.
There is a third and I think more transient group of down-on-their luck folk who are a problem and I don't know for sure what to do about them.
But I'm pretty sure that having the rich kids camp out on the university lawn if it isn't too cold is not the answer.
Maybe we could stop taxing people to poverty, or something.
I wish I could say "What unique idiots" but I can't since I have a history that is far worse, trying to lower a tall (100'?) transmitter tower using only a military 6X6 on a windy ridge.
Good news is it didn't hit any body or any thing of value.
100' an exaggeration? Truth is I have no idea anymore, but there were three or four guy wires at each anchor, and when we hack-sawed up the thing the pieces filled the 6X6.
And actually, the driver exits the driver's side door.
What did I expect to see? Either that, or the broken cable knocking the house down (I assume it wouldn't have been shown here if the broken cable had beheaded somebody--which is a high likelihood outcome--consider if the cable had broken near the tree. The real idiots are the people standing around, the driver is relatively safe inside the truck.
Looks like the tunning fork we used to use for setting the governed speed of a Teletype motor of about Model 14-15-19 vintage.
At the open end of the fork there is a shutter that opens and shuts as the fork vibrates. On the motor flywheel is a drum with alternating black and white stripes.
The governor is adjusted until the stripes standstill while being viewed through the shutter.
I might even have one around here in working order, even though I don't have the Teletypes anymore.
I don't know what 311 is there, but it doesn't sound like "barricaded" is factual, he had after all broken into somebody else's apartment and had some responsibility for controlling who else came in after him, doncha think?
Not funny.
Don't want to take even a tiny bit away from this man, but the same fundamental principle is involved it at least a few things that have been around a while. The ones that come to mind:
Look at movies of the Okies migrating--all those cars had one or more water bags, made from canvass, that kept the water cool by evaporating a little of the water.
You might also see in the windows of some of the cars, and on roofs and in windows of some homes things some of us called "swamp coolers" or just "coolers" where water flowed across a fiber mat (I don't remember what the mat was made of--sisal? hemp? while air flowed through the mat into the car or house.
In hot weather I wear cotton flannel shirts (over the cotton T-shirts I wear year-round) so the sweat will evoporate and cool me a bit.
I suspect the cloth down the back of the neck might do the same thing.
Where I lived as a little kid, houses didn't have basements or cellars usually, but they often had "coolers" which were cupboards with hardwae cloth for shelves, and open to the crawl space (damp earth--cool) and the attic). Most of the food we now keep in the refrigerator would have been keep in the cooler because ice for the ice box was expensive.
Kids tend to be creative, compassionate and responsible.
There were "regulars" along the way, each with his (usually was a "he") own routine. I gave them money every now and again in the same frame or mind that I gave money to musicians and mimes when I could afford it--they were entertaining. I recall one that had a dog that looked just like him (I teased a younger dog he had that if he (the younger dog) didn't stop hanging around with the hobo he to would come to look like him).
I noted one day that a regular was back after having been missing for some time. He explained that he had gotten sick and had pissed on a cop's shoes to get put in jail so he could mget medical care.
The thing to realize is that many of these people are in one of two groups--one of which s doing what they want to do--in the way of the hobo culture that goes back before my time I don't know how far.
The second group is people with severe mental or physical problems that would have been in the "state" hospitals where they could be taken care of more efficiently.
There is a third and I think more transient group of down-on-their luck folk who are a problem and I don't know for sure what to do about them.
But I'm pretty sure that having the rich kids camp out on the university lawn if it isn't too cold is not the answer.
Maybe we could stop taxing people to poverty, or something.
Good news is it didn't hit any body or any thing of value.
100' an exaggeration? Truth is I have no idea anymore, but there were three or four guy wires at each anchor, and when we hack-sawed up the thing the pieces filled the 6X6.
And actually, the driver exits the driver's side door.
What did I expect to see? Either that, or the broken cable knocking the house down (I assume it wouldn't have been shown here if the broken cable had beheaded somebody--which is a high likelihood outcome--consider if the cable had broken near the tree. The real idiots are the people standing around, the driver is relatively safe inside the truck.
At the open end of the fork there is a shutter that opens and shuts as the fork vibrates. On the motor flywheel is a drum with alternating black and white stripes.
The governor is adjusted until the stripes standstill while being viewed through the shutter.
I might even have one around here in working order, even though I don't have the Teletypes anymore.
The Fieldata COBOL compiler for UNIVAC Exec 8 had a diagnostic that read:
Statement is vacuous.