https://uploads.disquscdn.c... A Fordson near identical to this one (including the brambles} sat behind the barn when I was a youngster. Never saw it run.
My father (who was a professor for thirty-plus years) was famed for his complete lack of dress sense. He liked combining checks with stripes and spots and plaids. His students frequently gave him volume control knobs as a gift (it was apparently a campus-shared tradition).
My sister matriculated at that college, and forced him to turn the volume down while she was there. It stuck, kinda, although he tended to drift into louder combinations as the years passed. He never got another volume control gift, though.
A large rough-cut rotary mower carried as an implement behind a tractor. "Bush Hog" is a trademark, but since Howse (the manufacturer) were the first to market, most rotary mowers operated on a three-point hitch and power take-off behind a tractor are called bush hogs. The old design was one enormous rigid blade spun by the motor on the deck (just gearing from the PTO; PTO at 540 RPM turns the blade at thousands of revolutions per minute (don't catch a piece of barbed wire with it!)). Modern designs have a central plate attached to the shaft (often called the 'stump jumper') with two short blades attached to opposite side of the plate, by a single bolt-and-nut (it makes them survive longer, because if you hit a rock you don't bust the gears or the blade; it just makes a retrograde spin on the bolt to get past the obstacle, then everything vibrates like crazy while centrifugal force gets it spinning out again).
So the activity is bush hogging. It means cutting down brush, tall grass, and often sapling trees and the like, not for haying or mulching, but just to clear the mess.
There was a biologist a year or two ago who put on an alligator skin and crawled out to a bunch of alligators for hours and took notes. That was me as a kid. These people have an internal map of reality that is entirely a social construct. The tribal moral authority tells them what's what, and they believe it, no matter what evidence they see or don't see. I assumed as a kid that I would begin to make sense of it all as I grew older, but instead it just looked more and more demented and delusional.
I was careful to act as "normal" as possible, and hoped the alligators wouldn't figure out that I was just wearing a suit. I eventually graduated from high school and was gone.*
He was one of the good guys. He was raised by his parents as a revival child prodigy preacher, but by his late twenties he had a crisis of conscience and revealed all in a documentary. He had moderate success after as an actor, but he could have made many millions if he had continued as a fraud.
That's a sickle bar. It can take your hand off so fast it doesn't hurt... for a while. Don't try this at home! But it's great for gullies & ditches, and can cut hedges and tree limbs while vertical. As shown above.
'Guess they really got in touch with their God who doesn't care if they go around infecting people with a deadly virus so long as they do some really good praying for a week. '
To be fair, this kind of selfishness on God's part always kind of summed up Christianity for me (selfishness It's followers emulated lock, stock, and barrel).
Amazing how people who are least likely to accept, let alone understand, Darwin’s theory of natural selection are the ones most likely to substantiate it in real time.
I knew someone in high school who I met again years later. She made it obvious that she was only waiting for the next life & it was perfectly fine to work for a big oil company fucking up this earthly life. Who cares? I'm outta here, she says. 😠
...and still be able to breathe unassisted?
Give the virus a little time.
This cannot be repeated enough, "Blessed are the Plaguebearers".
I really am not IAF but what is bush hogging?
One of the problems with valuing the next life more than this on is eventually you stop valuing this life at all, for yourself and everyone else.
https://uploads.disquscdn.c... A Fordson near identical to this one (including the brambles} sat behind the barn when I was a youngster. Never saw it run.
My father (who was a professor for thirty-plus years) was famed for his complete lack of dress sense. He liked combining checks with stripes and spots and plaids. His students frequently gave him volume control knobs as a gift (it was apparently a campus-shared tradition).
My sister matriculated at that college, and forced him to turn the volume down while she was there. It stuck, kinda, although he tended to drift into louder combinations as the years passed. He never got another volume control gift, though.
A large rough-cut rotary mower carried as an implement behind a tractor. "Bush Hog" is a trademark, but since Howse (the manufacturer) were the first to market, most rotary mowers operated on a three-point hitch and power take-off behind a tractor are called bush hogs. The old design was one enormous rigid blade spun by the motor on the deck (just gearing from the PTO; PTO at 540 RPM turns the blade at thousands of revolutions per minute (don't catch a piece of barbed wire with it!)). Modern designs have a central plate attached to the shaft (often called the 'stump jumper') with two short blades attached to opposite side of the plate, by a single bolt-and-nut (it makes them survive longer, because if you hit a rock you don't bust the gears or the blade; it just makes a retrograde spin on the bolt to get past the obstacle, then everything vibrates like crazy while centrifugal force gets it spinning out again).
So the activity is bush hogging. It means cutting down brush, tall grass, and often sapling trees and the like, not for haying or mulching, but just to clear the mess.
Classic!
A leather bar...
There was a biologist a year or two ago who put on an alligator skin and crawled out to a bunch of alligators for hours and took notes. That was me as a kid. These people have an internal map of reality that is entirely a social construct. The tribal moral authority tells them what's what, and they believe it, no matter what evidence they see or don't see. I assumed as a kid that I would begin to make sense of it all as I grew older, but instead it just looked more and more demented and delusional.
I was careful to act as "normal" as possible, and hoped the alligators wouldn't figure out that I was just wearing a suit. I eventually graduated from high school and was gone.*
* It took forever.
He was one of the good guys. He was raised by his parents as a revival child prodigy preacher, but by his late twenties he had a crisis of conscience and revealed all in a documentary. He had moderate success after as an actor, but he could have made many millions if he had continued as a fraud.
That's a sickle bar. It can take your hand off so fast it doesn't hurt... for a while. Don't try this at home! But it's great for gullies & ditches, and can cut hedges and tree limbs while vertical. As shown above.
'Guess they really got in touch with their God who doesn't care if they go around infecting people with a deadly virus so long as they do some really good praying for a week. '
To be fair, this kind of selfishness on God's part always kind of summed up Christianity for me (selfishness It's followers emulated lock, stock, and barrel).
Amazing how people who are least likely to accept, let alone understand, Darwin’s theory of natural selection are the ones most likely to substantiate it in real time.
I knew someone in high school who I met again years later. She made it obvious that she was only waiting for the next life & it was perfectly fine to work for a big oil company fucking up this earthly life. Who cares? I'm outta here, she says. 😠
Just don't call it a DEvival, ok? Cause I'm pretty sure the SubGenius already have a lock on those.