That we should again and again resist all theory and hypotheses, and want to speak of facts, to hear nothing but of facts, and yet should have the least regard for facts precisely where it matters most!
Now, as far as the human race as a whole is concerned, you will find no steady progress in its development that brings it ever closer to perfection. Rather do we see the human race in its totality oscillate; it never took a few steps forward without soon afterwards, and with redoubled speed, sliding back to its previous position.
Rabbi Moses Mendelssohn, from Jerusalem, Or on Religious Power and Judaism(1783)
“Lance, I swear to all that is holy if you don’t put me down right now!” Pidge shrieked, suspended by her ankles as she dangled down Lance’s back, barely able to stop herself from laughing as she tried to uphold her firm tone.
“What’d you say, Pigeon? Run faster? You got it!” Lance picked up speed, sliding across the smooth floor of the hallway with his fuzzy socks. Pidge squealed again as he nearly dropped her, but the squeal turned into a full fledge scream as the pair of them ran straight into Hunk.
Luckily, Hunk had fast enough reflexes to stop all three of them from falling and breaking their rear ends.
Sometimes going to lecture isn’t the most effective use of your time.
There. I said it. “Go to lecture” is always #1 on lists of “things to know before starting uni!!1!11” but, imho? It isn’t quite that straightforward.
Sometimes the lecturer speaks so fast that you get lost 10 minutes into class and can’t catch up until you go home and rewatch the video, pausing every few minutes to process what was said. Sometimes the prof relies entirely on PowerPoint but speeds through the slides before you can write down everything. Sometimes the professor treats class like a help session, supplementary to teaching yourself from the book, and you find yourself routinely taking no notes in the whole session.
Sometimes going to class is just meaningless, and a waste of time. And of course, it’s up to you to determine whether going to class is beneficial to you or not. And this isn’t carte blanche to stop going to class just because you want to sleep in. But it doesn’t make you a shitty person to decide that it would be a better use of your time to take notes from the textbook and watch khan academy videos on your own time, instead of wasting 3 hours a week in a musty lecture hall where your professor spends more time erasing mistakes than actually teaching.
“Darkness Imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell”
“Sink into your hawk self, Tobias. Deep into your raptor self. But the images!
Fragments of memory. Random memory. Flashing uncontrollably across my mind’s screen.
A hyper-speed slide show.”
Technically this is a song about locked-in syndrome, but it is more generally about being imprisoned by one’s own flesh and escaping into memory in order to avoid one’s reality. I also like that it parallels the text, using deliberately fragmented phrases to convey the incoherence of the narrator’s thoughts just like K.A. Applegate does.
“You saw my pain washed out in the rain Broken glass, saw the blood run from my veins But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart And you knelt beside my hope torn apart… So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light ‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright But I will hold as long as you like Just promise me we’ll be alright”
I started to run toward Rachel. She saw me and smiled. I slowed as I neared her, breathing hard.
And suddenly I had my arms around her. I buried my face in her hair. She held me tightly.
"Yeah,” I whispered. “Real bad. I came close to, you know. Awfully close. I was so … I mean, I didn’t…” I took a couple of shaky breaths. “I lost myself. Didn’t know who I was. Not sure I do now.”
“Tobias,” she said quietly, “I know who you are.”
A long, long time while neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved.
Sol chose a song that captured Tobias’s experience during the torture. This is a song that captures the aftermath of the torture. I love the quiet hope in this song, the sense that the narrator has been through something awful and soul-rending, but because he has someone willing to look at him without flinching he’s starting to believe it might be okay. There’s also the bitter, bitter irony that Tobias assumes at the beginning of this book that he’ll die well before Rachel, and, well…
Differences between KKM and Barsto barrels have been observed in my shop. Barsto barrels provide more accuracy and appear to be a higher quality product. I’ve been using a KKM barrel in the glock 17 I’ve been carrying, until I decide I’m happy with the gun as my new EDC.
I’ve pretty much decided to switch from the 19 to the 17 because my hands are a little too big for the 19. I like the longer sight radius and increased magazine capacity of the 17 as well.
I’ll be milling my signature honeycomb pattern into the slide to reduce weight and increase slide speed. After that I’ll properly tune the recoil system for the loads I’m shooting
The Barsto barrel pictured here will be fitted to the slide and frame, and some special coatings will be applied to the slide and barrel to protect against corrosion, increase longevity of the parts, and reduce friction. One of those coatings will be nickel boron, applied to the highly polished barrel. The other coating will be applied to the slide, over top of nickel boron. It’s a proprietary coating that’s still experimental but it’s 2.5x harder than nickel boron and very slick. And very thin. It’s held up well in testing so far on AR15 BCGs so I’m expecting good results on the slide.
After all that is done I’ll do the grip modifications and trigger work, possibly also swap the sights out. It’s wearing Trijicon Novak style night sights now. I might swap to some Trinicon HD night sights.
Seeing how this is a concealed carry gun the coatings, grip work, sights all play a big role in how effective the tool will be for the intended job. Protecting the gun from the elements will extend its reliability and service life. My
Goal was to optimize it for use as an edc gun in every way possible. The sights are part of that as well.
If anyone is interested in having custom work done to their Glock or purchasing a custom Glock new, Evolution Weaponry can take care of you.
Three people requested this drabble prompt, with Bucky x Reader!
130. “Why is s/he bleeding?” -“Because s/he’s an idiot!”
You rounded the corner at breakneck speed, sliding on the floor and momentarily losing your footing. They’d called you, over the comm, and you’d heard some commotion, and made your way as fast as you could to the northwest corner of the building. The place had been cleaned out for twenty minutes- you weren’t sure what had happened; everyone had been fine when you’d split up to wipe the databases.
You were met with a hectic scene. Steve was holding a hand over a hole in Bucky’s right arm; there was blood everywhere. Tony was holding a pair of large tweezers and a needle with suturing thread on it, and Bucky was holding a gun on Tony. “I swear to God, Tony, you get anywhere near me with those tweezers, I will put a bullet in you.” Bucky glared at Iron Man.
“Come on, we have to stitch that up.” Tony’s visor was pushed back on his head, his eyes more amused than they should have been, considering the predicament. “I’m great at medical stuff.”
“Since when?” Steve sighed.
“Since last night. I wikepedia’d it. I’ll be fine.” Tony replied.
“That doesn’t make me feel safer. No.” Bucky still had the gun trained on Tony, though everyone knew it would do no good against his suit.
You cleared your throat, and everyone turned to look at you.
“Y/N.” Bucky smiled weakly. You approached, putting a hand on his arm. He dropped the gun and laced his metal fingers with yours. “My arm really hurts. And I’m getting light headed.”
Steve turned to you. “I already called the medics. They’re on their way. And he hasn’t lost too much blood.”
“Why is he bleeding in the first place?” You regarded the blood warily.
“Because he’s an idiot.” Steve replied.
“I’m not an idiot!” Bucky protested. He had closed his eyes by this point, his forehead resting against your hip. You ran your hands through his hair, and kept talking to Steve.
“Um… okay.” You said. “Care to explain further?”
“Yeah. He thought it’d be a good idea to blow up that safe over there.” Steve indicated a mass of twisted metal in the corner of the room. “Without taking cover.”
“So now you have a chunk of metal in your arm?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Something like that.” Bucky admitted weakly.
“I swear to God, guys, I leave you alone for ten minutes…”
Jeongguk watches Jimin laugh; lips curled up in blinding smile, eyes crinkled shut but surely sparkling underneath. His laughter, which had once only been a mere sound to Jeongguk, is now music to his ears, laughter that makes his heart pitter-patter.