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How To Save The 2021 World (in 1975)
How To Save The 2021 World (in 1975)
With this weird trick and T-shirt, this man has disrupted a $6 bazillion economy, and what he looks like today will shock you. Absolutely gorgeous! His family confirms the rumor. Click HERE for interminable slide show with a hundred irrelevant slides.
With this weird trick and T-shirt, this man has disrupted a $6 bazillion economy, and what he looks like today will shock you. Absolutely gorgeous! His family confirms the rumor. Click HERE for interminable slide show with a hundred irrelevant slides.
SPECIFIC SOLUTIONS—NOT LAWYER-BLABBERBALONEY
SPECIFIC SOLUTIONS—NOT LAWYER-BLABBERBALONEY
The lawyer mob thinks it's invulnerable. It doesn't know pissed physics-math-EEs
The lawyer mob thinks it's invulnerable. It doesn't know pissed physics-math-EEs
January 11, 2021: (from my book) Fall 1975: Dear Alan, I think you should ditch the Ph.D. thing. It's not you. I know you hate Mises to pieces and wanna drop him off that tower in Pisas, but fuggedaboutim. I hear you're an excellent clarinetist. Come on out to the Mythical Midwestern College. There are a ton of outstanding musicians, and you'd enjoy yourself much more than in the big city. We've been playing the Brahms Quintet in our dorm living room, and the clarinetist isn't as available as I'd like. My violin chops are improving. I have problems with meter, rhythm, and intonation, but aside from those, I'm pretty good. Your real future is here in the Midwest. I know you're a country boy at heart...and I'll also be writing soon to another "country boy" about a fuel tank selector valve.
January 11, 2021: (from my book) Fall 1975: Dear Alan, I think you should ditch the Ph.D. thing. It's not you. I know you hate Mises to pieces and wanna drop him off that tower in Pisas, but fuggedaboutim. I hear you're an excellent clarinetist. Come on out to the Mythical Midwestern College. There are a ton of outstanding musicians, and you'd enjoy yourself much more than in the big city. We've been playing the Brahms Quintet in our dorm living room, and the clarinetist isn't as available as I'd like. My violin chops are improving. I have problems with meter, rhythm, and intonation, but aside from those, I'm pretty good. Your real future is here in the Midwest. I know you're a country boy at heart...and I'll also be writing soon to another "country boy" about a fuel tank selector valve.
That would have saved the world. Ah well, back science...as Professor Clyde Crashcup would say.
That would have saved the world. Ah well, back science...as Professor Clyde Crashcup would say.
I was trying to find a video or pic of the TV speech where Nixon had a big table (tabulation) of prices on the wall behind him -- bread, milk, cheese, soap...many more things. l can't find the particular image, although it may be in one of these speeches but not included in these particular video clips.
I was trying to find a video or pic of the TV speech where Nixon had a big table (tabulation) of prices on the wall behind him -- bread, milk, cheese, soap...many more things. l can't find the particular image, although it may be in one of these speeches but not included in these particular video clips.
January 11, 2021: (from my book) Fall 1975: Dear Alan, I think you should ditch the Ph.D. thing. It's not you. I know you hate Mises to pieces and wanna drop him off that tower in Pisas, but fuggedaboutim. I hear you're an excellent clarinetist. Come on out to the Mythical Midwestern College. There are a ton of outstanding musicians, and you'd enjoy yourself much more than in the big city. We've been playing the Brahms Quintet in our dorm living room, and the clarinetist isn't as available as I'd like. My violin chops are improving. I have problems with meter, rhythm, and intonation, but aside from those, I'm pretty good. Your real future is here in the Midwest. I know you're a country boy at heart...and I'll also be writing soon to another "country boy" about a fuel tank selector valve.
January 11, 2021: (from my book) Fall 1975: Dear Alan, I think you should ditch the Ph.D. thing. It's not you. I know you hate Mises to pieces and wanna drop him off that tower in Pisas, but fuggedaboutim. I hear you're an excellent clarinetist. Come on out to the Mythical Midwestern College. There are a ton of outstanding musicians, and you'd enjoy yourself much more than in the big city. We've been playing the Brahms Quintet in our dorm living room, and the clarinetist isn't as available as I'd like. My violin chops are improving. I have problems with meter, rhythm, and intonation, but aside from those, I'm pretty good. Your real future is here in the Midwest. I know you're a country boy at heart...and I'll also be writing soon to another "country boy" about a fuel tank selector valve.
That would have saved the world. Ah well, back science...as Professor Clyde Crashcup would say.
That would have saved the world. Ah well, back science...as Professor Clyde Crashcup would say.
I was trying to find a video or pic of the TV speech where Nixon had a big table (tabulation) of prices on the wall behind him -- bread, milk, cheese, soap...many more things. l can't find the particular image, although it may be in one of these speeches but not included in these particular video clips.
I was trying to find a video or pic of the TV speech where Nixon had a big table (tabulation) of prices on the wall behind him -- bread, milk, cheese, soap...many more things. l can't find the particular image, although it may be in one of these speeches but not included in these particular video clips.
707 views over 7 years. 17k views over 13 years. Even 367k over 13 years is not exactly "viral" on the Tuber. People don't remember or care, by this measure; and it's a pretty good measure. In the first speech, Nixon imposed wage and price controls for 90 days, and he also took the US off the Bretton Woods gold exchange standard. There was a connection between those two things, you know. Nixon knew it, and quite a few people did. Not so many people know it now.
707 views over 7 years. 17k views over 13 years. Even 367k over 13 years is not exactly "viral" on the Tuber. People don't remember or care, by this measure; and it's a pretty good measure. In the first speech, Nixon imposed wage and price controls for 90 days, and he also took the US off the Bretton Woods gold exchange standard. There was a connection between those two things, you know. Nixon knew it, and quite a few people did. Not so many people know it now.
Charles de Gaulle knew it and had been calling the US's bluff on the "budget" and was exchanging paper dollars for gold and depleting our gold "supplies," such as they were or could be verified. I'll say that I'm a "gold bug" but with several provisos: transportation, communication, health, safety -- that last one, in particular, with respect to things like the Lipoplasm (lipidinous protoplasm) north of Seoul. It has been improving its model rockets. As the former owner (in 6th grade) of the Estes Big Bertha model rocket, which became little Bertha, I know that rocketry is a step by step engineering process if ever there was one. That Lipoplasm thing is the most dangerous thing on the planet, as I've said. And the first place it took its train to was Beijing. There's a connection there too, you know. As in our slave-labor-by-proxy system. Sorry to mention the truth. And I have a lot more on this in my Baloney blog under Dues Process II and III.
Charles de Gaulle knew it and had been calling the US's bluff on the "budget" and was exchanging paper dollars for gold and depleting our gold "supplies," such as they were or could be verified. I'll say that I'm a "gold bug" but with several provisos: transportation, communication, health, safety -- that last one, in particular, with respect to things like the Lipoplasm (lipidinous protoplasm) north of Seoul. It has been improving its model rockets. As the former owner (in 6th grade) of the Estes Big Bertha model rocket, which became little Bertha, I know that rocketry is a step by step engineering process if ever there was one. That Lipoplasm thing is the most dangerous thing on the planet, as I've said. And the first place it took its train to was Beijing. There's a connection there too, you know. As in our slave-labor-by-proxy system. Sorry to mention the truth. And I have a lot more on this in my Baloney blog under Dues Process II and III.
Anyway, people are willing to exchange economic freedom and truly free markets (which a great many people would not like, but not necessarily those you might think, and I'll discuss this soon) by putting their trust in government to "manage" the economy -- which inevitably becomes large management and then huge management, and always a form of mismanagement.
Anyway, people are willing to exchange economic freedom and truly free markets (which a great many people would not like, but not necessarily those you might think, and I'll discuss this soon) by putting their trust in government to "manage" the economy -- which inevitably becomes large management and then huge management, and always a form of mismanagement.
I promised you, many months ago, my aircraft weight and balance calculation for an airliner under a pure "gold standard," meaning we carry gold (or silver) coins in our pockets. This is how physics types do "back of the envelope" calculations, which are really napkins at the lunch table. The first question is what gold price in a hypothetical economy (which could become real under certain conditions) would put an airliner's weight and balance out of spec.
I promised you, many months ago, my aircraft weight and balance calculation for an airliner under a pure "gold standard," meaning we carry gold (or silver) coins in our pockets. This is how physics types do "back of the envelope" calculations, which are really napkins at the lunch table. The first question is what gold price in a hypothetical economy (which could become real under certain conditions) would put an airliner's weight and balance out of spec.
When a plane "stalls" -- which pilots and other aviation people know means aerodynamic stall, rather than an "engine out" -- the plane loses "lift," which is the force that counteracts gravity. Lift comes from more air pressure on the bottom of the wings than on their top. I know my audience tends to be techie and hands-on, and people generally understand gravity and up and down; so I won't labor this. You get it. A plane stalls when the nose points too far upward -- or more precisely, nose "high" compared to the air that's moving across the wings. This is what the MCAS system on the 737 Max was addressing automatically but was out of control. You want the nose of the plane to rotate down all by itself, so as to move away from, or out of, a stall condition. That is, without MCAS or engine power or anything else, you want the plane to naturally rotate its nose down.
When a plane "stalls" -- which pilots and other aviation people know means aerodynamic stall, rather than an "engine out" -- the plane loses "lift," which is the force that counteracts gravity. Lift comes from more air pressure on the bottom of the wings than on their top. I know my audience tends to be techie and hands-on, and people generally understand gravity and up and down; so I won't labor this. You get it. A plane stalls when the nose points too far upward -- or more precisely, nose "high" compared to the air that's moving across the wings. This is what the MCAS system on the 737 Max was addressing automatically but was out of control. You want the nose of the plane to rotate down all by itself, so as to move away from, or out of, a stall condition. That is, without MCAS or engine power or anything else, you want the plane to naturally rotate its nose down.
If there's too much weight in the back of the plane, it won't rotate nose down and will drop like a brick, nose high. It needs airflow over the wings for lift. By rotating nose down, the plane descends (dives) such that air flows over the wings; it gets lift, and you pull the nose level. If you're only 1500 feet above mountain tops outside of Santa Fe, with ice on the wings, and the nose suddenly pitches down, you pull pack on the stick; and if you have time, you pray. I didn't have time, but I had a bunch of angels around me, and the nose came up. A hundred of those angels also came out in brutal cold and wind to search for me and find me. (This is all in my letter to Boeing in my Baloney blog.)
If there's too much weight in the back of the plane, it won't rotate nose down and will drop like a brick, nose high. It needs airflow over the wings for lift. By rotating nose down, the plane descends (dives) such that air flows over the wings; it gets lift, and you pull the nose level. If you're only 1500 feet above mountain tops outside of Santa Fe, with ice on the wings, and the nose suddenly pitches down, you pull pack on the stick; and if you have time, you pray. I didn't have time, but I had a bunch of angels around me, and the nose came up. A hundred of those angels also came out in brutal cold and wind to search for me and find me. (This is all in my letter to Boeing in my Baloney blog.)
I didn't stall, but the plane suddenly pitched nose down. I searched online from my hospital bed for atmospheric effects causing a sudden pitch down (although maybe some sudden icing effect caused it?). I found a 737 into Colorado Springs in 1991, with some mention of winds in articles but not as a cause: "United Flight 585 ... with 20 passengers and 5 crew members on board and was scheduled to arrive in Colorado Springs at 09:46 AM. At 09:37 AM, the aircraft was cleared for a visual approach to runway 35. The aircraft then suddenly rolled to the right and pitched nose down." (Wiki.) "A loss of control of the airplane resulting from the movement of the rudder surface to its blowdown limit. The rudder surface most likely deflected in a direction opposite to that commanded by the pilots as a result of a jam of the main rudder power control unit servo valve secondary slide to the servo valve housing offset from its neutral position and overtravel of the primary slide." (NTSB report.) "'Oh my God, Oh my God,' the co-pilot of a United Airlines jetliner screamed seconds before it crashed near the Colorado Springs, Colo., airport last March 3." (https://apnews.com/article/b59d54d9df1d1c43a1d590445e7ed5ce .)
I didn't stall, but the plane suddenly pitched nose down. I searched online from my hospital bed for atmospheric effects causing a sudden pitch down (although maybe some sudden icing effect caused it?). I found a 737 into Colorado Springs in 1991, with some mention of winds in articles but not as a cause: "United Flight 585 ... with 20 passengers and 5 crew members on board and was scheduled to arrive in Colorado Springs at 09:46 AM. At 09:37 AM, the aircraft was cleared for a visual approach to runway 35. The aircraft then suddenly rolled to the right and pitched nose down." (Wiki.) "A loss of control of the airplane resulting from the movement of the rudder surface to its blowdown limit. The rudder surface most likely deflected in a direction opposite to that commanded by the pilots as a result of a jam of the main rudder power control unit servo valve secondary slide to the servo valve housing offset from its neutral position and overtravel of the primary slide." (NTSB report.) "'Oh my God, Oh my God,' the co-pilot of a United Airlines jetliner screamed seconds before it crashed near the Colorado Springs, Colo., airport last March 3." (https://apnews.com/article/b59d54d9df1d1c43a1d590445e7ed5ce .)
That was one of the first pieces of research I gathered after my crash. It was followed by my second prayer in my second life (I don't remember praying in the medical coma -- a lot of horrific stuff but no prayers). My first prayer was when I saw the rescue lights in the distance.
That was one of the first pieces of research I gathered after my crash. It was followed by my second prayer in my second life (I don't remember praying in the medical coma -- a lot of horrific stuff but no prayers). My first prayer was when I saw the rescue lights in the distance.
I could't find its altitude mentioned anywhere, but "... less than four miles (6 km) from the runway threshold." (Wiki.) Four miles at a 3 degree standard glide path is 4*(0 .0524) = .2 miles = 1000 feet. And, "The quality of the tape is poor, but as it continues you can hear the routine sound of the engines decelerating and Eidson announcing, ``We're at a thousand feet.'' She does not sound unduly alarmed until four seconds later, when she shouted, ``Oh God!''. Then she says another word that is difficult to decipher, but it sounds like ``flipped.''" "For the last few seconds of their lives, in spite of their combined experience, pilots Eidson and Green are as impotent as their passengers. ``Oh my God! Oh my God!'' says Eidson. And then she issues a scream that continues until the sound of impact." [I decided to repeat that because it particularly elicited my prayer.] "Patricia Eidson ... the vivacious, freckled-faced blonde who ``lived to fly'' was about to achieve the distinction as the first woman pilot to die on the flight deck of a US airliner." (https://www.independent.ie/irish-news/galway-familys-fight-with-boeing-for-justice-26180721.html) I had 1500 feet in a small plane with all control surfaces properly commanded. They had a thousand feet in an airliner with the rudder hosed. I had angels. They became angels.
I could't find its altitude mentioned anywhere, but "... less than four miles (6 km) from the runway threshold." (Wiki.) Four miles at a 3 degree standard glide path is 4*(0 .0524) = .2 miles = 1000 feet. And, "The quality of the tape is poor, but as it continues you can hear the routine sound of the engines decelerating and Eidson announcing, ``We're at a thousand feet.'' She does not sound unduly alarmed until four seconds later, when she shouted, ``Oh God!''. Then she says another word that is difficult to decipher, but it sounds like ``flipped.''" "For the last few seconds of their lives, in spite of their combined experience, pilots Eidson and Green are as impotent as their passengers. ``Oh my God! Oh my God!'' says Eidson. And then she issues a scream that continues until the sound of impact." [I decided to repeat that because it particularly elicited my prayer.] "Patricia Eidson ... the vivacious, freckled-faced blonde who ``lived to fly'' was about to achieve the distinction as the first woman pilot to die on the flight deck of a US airliner." (https://www.independent.ie/irish-news/galway-familys-fight-with-boeing-for-justice-26180721.html) I had 1500 feet in a small plane with all control surfaces properly commanded. They had a thousand feet in an airliner with the rudder hosed. I had angels. They became angels.
I've gotten sidetracked, as usual.
I've gotten sidetracked, as usual.
Sometimes an airliner crew will move people from coach to first class because there needs to be more weight towards the nose. So you can see where this is going, right? Gold (or silver) coins in everyone's pockets. (continued in a bit...i'm overloaded with stuff)
Sometimes an airliner crew will move people from coach to first class because there needs to be more weight towards the nose. So you can see where this is going, right? Gold (or silver) coins in everyone's pockets. (continued in a bit...i'm overloaded with stuff)
About John: Engineer - electronic hardware design and test; MSEE Stanford/Ginzton Lab-applied physics; B.A. Oberlin College, physics, math. email: john4midwest@gmail.com .
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