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   It may, perhaps, be of some use to show, that...
[18/04/2010 12:27 am]
It may, perhaps, be of some use to show, that even with large instruments, and most practised observers, this is but rarely the case The following extract is taken from a representation made by the present Astronomer-Royal, to the Council of the Royal Society, on the advantages to be derived from the employment of two mural circles:-- "That by observing, with two instruments, the same objects at the same time, and in the same manner, we should be able to estimate how much of that OCCASIONAL DISCORDANCE FROM THE MEAN, which attends EVEN THE MOST CAREFUL OBSERVATIONS, ought to be attributed to irregularity of refraction, and how much to THE IMPERFECTIONS OF INSTRUMENTS In confirmation of this may be adduced the opinion of the late M Delambre, which is the more important, from the statement it contains relative to the necessity of publishing all the observations which have been made "Mais quelque soit le parti que l'on prefere, il me semble qu'on doit tout publier Ces irregularites memes sont des faits qu'il importe de connoitre LES SOINS LES PLUS ATTENTIFS N'EN SAUROIENT PRESERVER LES OBSERVATEURS LES PLUS EXERCES, et celui qui ne produiroit que des angles toujours parfaitment d'accord auroit ete singulierement bien servi par les circonstances ou ne seroit pas bien sincere--BASE DU SYSTEME METRIQUE, Discours Preliminaire, p This desire for extreme accuracy has called away the attention of experimenters from points of far greater importance, and it seems to have been too much overlooked in the present day, that genius marks its tract, not by the observation of quantities inappreciable to any but the acutest senses, but by placing Nature in such circumstances, that she is forced to record her minutest variations on so magnified a scale, that an observer, possessing ordinary faculties, shall find them legibly written He who can see portions of matter beyond the ken of the rest of his species, confers an obligation on them, by recording what he sees; but their knowledge depends both on his testimony and on his judgment He who contrives a method of rendering such atoms visible to ordinary observers, communicates to mankind an instrument of discovery, and stamps his own observations with a character, alike independent of testimony or of judgment ON THE ART OF OBSERVING The remarks in this section are not proposed for the assistance of those who are already observers, but are intended to show to persons not familiar with the subject, that in observations demanding no unrivalled accuracy, the principles of common sense may be safely trusted, and that any gentleman of liberal education may, by perseverance and attention, ascertain the limits within which he may trust both his instrument and himself If the instrument is a divided one, the first thing is to learn to read the verniers If the divisions are so fine that the coincidence is frequently doubtful, the best plan will be for the learner to get some acquaintance who is skilled in the use of instruments, and having set the instrument at hazard, to write down the readings of the verniers, and then request his friend to do the same; whenever there is any difference, he should carefully examine the doubtful one, and ask his friend to point out the minute peculiarities on which he founds his decision This should be repeated frequently; and after some practice, he should note how many times in a hundred his reading differs from his friend's, and also how many divisions they usually differ The next point is, to ascertain the precision with which the learner can bisect an object with the wires of the telescope This can be done without assistance It is not necessary even to adjust the instrument, but merely to point it to a distant object When it bisects any remarkable point, read off the verniers, and write down the result; then displace the telescope a little, and adjust it again A series of such observations will show the confidence which is due to the observer's eye in bisecting an object, and also in reading the verniers; and as the first direction gave him some measure of the latter, he may, in a great measure, appreciate his skill in the former He should also, when he finds a deviation in the reading, return to the telescope, and satisfy himself if he has made the bisection as complete as he can In general, the student should practise each adjustment separately, and write down the results wherever he can measure its deviations Having thus practised the adjustments, the next step is to make an observation; but in order to try both himself and the instrument, let him take the altitude of some fixed object, a terrestrial one, and having registered the result, let him derange the adjustment, and repeat the process fifty or a hundred times This will not merely afford him excellent practice, but enable him to judge of his own skill The first step in the use of every instrument, is to find the limits within which its employer can measure the SAME OBJECT UNDER THE SAME CIRCUMSTANCES It is only from a knowledge of this, that he can have confidence in his measures of the SAME OBJECT UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES, and after that, of DIFFERENT OBJECTS UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES These principles are applicable to almost all instruments If a person is desirous of ascertaining heights by a mountain barometer, let him begin by adjusting the instrument in his own study; and having made the upper contact, let him write down the reading of the vernier, and then let him derange the UPPER adjustment ONLY, re-adjust, and repeat the reading When he is satisfied about the limits within which he can make that adjustment, let him do the same repeatedly with the lower; but let him not, until he knows his own errors in reading and adjusting, pronounce upon those of the instrument In the case of a barometer, he must also be assured, that the temperature of the mercury does not change during the interval A friend once brought to me a beautifully constructed piece of mechanism, for marking minute portions of time; the three- hundredth parts of a second were indicated by it It was a kind of watch, with a pin for stopping one of the handsI proposed that we should each endeavour to stop it twenty times in succession, at the same point We were both equally unpractised, and our first endeavours showed that we could not be confident of the twentieth part of a secondIn fact, both the time occupied in causing the extremities of the fingers to obey the volition, as well as the time employed in compressing the flesh before the fingers acted on the stop, appeared to influence the accuracy of our observationsFrom some few experiments I made, I thought I perceived that the rapidity of the transmission of the effects of the will, depended on the state of fatigue or health of the body If any one were to make experiments on this subject, it might be interesting, to compare the rapidity of the transmission of volition in different persons, with the time occupied in obliterating an impression made on one of the senses of the same persons For example, by having a mechanism to make a piece of ignited charcoal revolve with different degrees of velocity, some persons will perceive a continuous circle of light before others, whose retina does not retain so long impressions that are made upon it ON THE FRAUDS OF shop OBSERVERS

   The jet engines were whining and a hot breeze...
[21/01/2010 6:09 pm]
The jet engines were whining and a hot breeze was blowing her hair around her face, tumbling her careful beauty-shop curls into something younger and more natural"Can I ask you something, Eddie?" "Of course "Could you paint anywhere? Or does it have to be here?" "Anywhere, I thinkBut it would be different somewhere else She was looking at me fixedly "Just the same, a change might be goodYou need to lose that white lookI'm not talking about coming back to Minnesota, necessarily, just goingWill you think about it?" "Yes But not until I saw what was in the red picnic basketAnd not until I'd made at least one trip to the south end of the KeyAnd I thought gucci uk I could do thatBecause Ilse was the one who'd gotten sick, not meAll I'd had was one of my red-tinged flashbacks to the accidentAnd that phantom itch 783 "Be well, EdgarI don't know exactly what's become of you, but there's still enough of the old you to love She stood on tiptoe in her white sandals - bought specially for this trip, I had no doubt - and planted another soft kiss on my stubbly cheek"Thank you for last night "No thanks required," she said She squeezed my handThen she was up the stairs and gone vi Outside Delta departures againThis time without Jack "Just you and me, Miss Cookie," I said"Looks like we closed down the bar Then I saw she was chanel red black handbag crying and wrapped my arm around her "Daddy, I wish I could stay here with youStudy for your test and knock the hell out of itLooked at me anxiously"You'll be okay?" 784 "Yes She gave me a hearty smack on the mouth - to make up for the one her mother had held back on, perhaps - and went in through the sliding doors She turned back once and waved to me, by then little more than a girl-shape behind the polarized glassI wish with all my heart that I could have seen her better, because I never saw her again vii From the Ringling Art Museum I had left messages for Wireman - one at the funeral home and one on El Palacio's answering machine - saying I'd be back replica rolex around three, and asking him to meet me there I also asked him to tell Jack that if Jack was old enough to vote and party with FSU sorority girls, he was old enough to take care of his damned cell phone 785 It was actually close to three-thirty when I arrived back on the Key, but both Jack's car and Elizabeth's vintage silver Benz were parked on the cracked square to the right of Big Pink, and the two of them were sitting on my back stoop, drinking iced teaJack was still wearing his gray suit, but his hair was once more in its customary disarray and he was wearing a Devil Rays tee under his jacketWireman was wearing black jeans and a white shirt, open at the louis vuitton miroir handbags collar; a Nebraska Cornhuskers gimme cap was cocked back on his head I parked, got out, and stretched, trying to get my bad hip in gearThey stood up and came to meet me, neither of them smiling "Everyone gone, amigo?" Wireman asked "Everyone but my Aunt Jean and Uncle Ben," I said "They're veteran freeloaders, dedicated to squeezing a good thing to the very last drop Jack smiled without much humor"Every family's got a few," he said "How are you?" I asked Wireman "About Elizabeth I'm okayHadlock said it was probably for the best this way, and I suppose he's rightHer leaving me what may amount to a hundred 786 and sixty million dollars in cash, securities, chanel large black tote bag and properti

   In spite of the medication, my right leg...
[17/01/2010 6:07 pm]
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   Hearn pulled off another piece of turkey and ate...
[16/01/2010 6:07 pm]
Hearn pulled off another piece of turkey and ate it with relish"You get the crates separated, and I'll find my men and have them bring it up "All right, Lieutenant, but let's do it fast, okay?" Hearn went on top, leaned over the rail, and shouted to the three-man detail on his landing barge to come aboardAfter they had climbed the scramble net, Hearn led them below to the hold, and they each picked up a carton and carried it to the deckAfter three trips everything had been brought up, the whisky, the canned chicken, and all the condiments, and in a few minutes it was loaded in the crane net and lowered into the bargeHearn paid the seaman his twelve pounds"Come on, men, let's get going," he shoutedNow that it was over, he was worried that Kerrigan might appear on deck and discover his transactionThey clambered down into the barge, and Hearn dragged a omega de ville watches tarpaulin over the supplies As they were about to back off, he saw Kerrigan looking down at them from the rail"If ye don't mind, Lieutenant," Kerrigan bawled, "I'd like to have a look at what ye're taking away"Start the motors," he called to the helmsman, and then looked up blankly at Kerrigan"Too late, man," he shoutedBut the motors coughed, sputtered and diedAnd Kerrigan, seeing this, began to climb over the side "Start those motors," Hearn shouted furiouslyHe glared at the, helmsman"Get going!" The motor sputtered again, caught momentarily, lapsed, and then steadiedFrom the stern the propeller wake became steadyKerrigan was halfway down the scramble net"All right, let's go!" Hearn shouted The barge backed off slowly, leaving Kerrigan stranded foolishly in the middle of the netA few of the seamen looking over the side laughed at him as he started to climb back to replica gucci canvas bag the deck"So long, Kerrigan!" Hearn shouted"Goddam, man," he said to the helmsman, "that was a hell of a time to have the motors go back on you The landing craft was bouncing steadily as it overtook the waves riding toward shore"I'm sorry, Lieutenant He felt relaxed, extremely relaxed, in comparison to the tension he had sustained when they were loading the food, and with surprise he noticed how wet his clothing had becomeSome spray was washing over the forward ramp, and Hearn stood in the supply well, and let it patter down upon himOverhead, the sun was breaking through the clouds, the overcast retreating wispily before it like paper curling away from a flameHe mopped his forehead once more, felt his collar gathered like a sodden rope around his neck Well, twelve pounds was not badKerrigan would have charged him at least fifteen pounds for those supplies, omega planet ocean watches perhaps twentyThat seaman had been an ass, and the General was an ass tooCummings had expected him to come back with only the whiskyYesterday Horton had been talking about a purser"That sonofabitch won't co-operate at all," Horton had saidAnd the purser was Kerrigan The General had sent him out on a special detail to buy some extras for officers' mess when clearly it was a job for one of the officers in Horton's sectionSomehow he had sensed the General's motive, he must have, otherwise why would he have gone to the trouble of bribing the seaman or become so angry when Kerrigan had given him lip? So the General was having an effect on himHearn sat down on the tarpaulin covering the supplies, took off his shirt, swabbed his wet body with it, and then, holding it dourly in his hand, he lit a cigarette After the boat landed, Hearn had the supplies transferred to a omega speedmaster leather weapons carrier, and rode back with his detailHe reached the bivouac before noon, and dropped in at the General's tent to report, savoring the idea of disappointing Cummings, but the General was not thereHearn sat down on a foot locker, and surveyed the tent distastefullyNothing in it had been altered since early morning when Clellan had worked on it, and in the sunlight that glanced through the open flaps the tent was rectangular and unfriendly with all the corners squared, and no sign that anyone ever lived in itThe floor was spotless, the blankets were drawn tautly over the General's mattress, the desk was unclutteredHearn sighed, felt a vague uneasiness stirring in himEver since that particular night The General was putting the screws on himThe things Cummings gave him to do could be done easily enough, but there was always a special brand of humiliation in colourful louis vuitton bag them

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