Nobody Special

Doing a little night casting.

Well, yes and no. Apparently, some of the copper ore they would pull out of the ground in Germanic deposits wouldn't reduce to metal no matter what they threw at it. Turns out it was mostly nickel and arsenic with a little copper for good measure. Supposedly some of them thought the ore to be cursed somehow by whatever you call the German version of tommyknockers. So both the ore, and the potential goblin were nickels and when they finally isolated the metal... The needle bit was cool too. Oddly enough, they're not made singleton, but two at a time. The rod is cut, ground on both ends, then stamped in the middle, punched, broken apart, cleaned up, tumbled, sometimes finished in other metals or anodized or dipped in gold to make the eye stand out. Pins are similar, but apply molten glass. Like I said, took me a long-time taking side trips to watch videos on the open-hearth process, lead creep, needle making, the use of platinum leads in older style light bulbs to avoid breakage through different coefficients of expansion...you get the idea.

I recently picked up a copy of Metals in the Service of Man (Alexander and Street, 1958). There are more recent versions, but I didn't have $111 to spend on it, so I read the 1958 version. It's dated and the plot is a bit slow, but it's a surprisingly good read for a version of a book that's almost seventy years old. I wouldn't recommend it as the final word on metallurgy - for example it hadn't quite figured out titanium and talked about the open hearth process of producing steel as one of the contemporary leading methods. But for all that, it had a nice beat and you could dance to it. The general descriptions of metallurgy worked, if they weren't quite complete, and there were lots of interesting tidbits on the physical properties of iron and alloys, plus occasional bits of trivia such as the influence of metal production on the German goals in WWII, or explaining how the metal nickel took its name from the word for devil (incidentally, pumpernickel literally means farting demon, because rye bread tends to lead to flatulence). I would love to read the 1998 version if the price ever comes down or I can get an inter-library loan, and it would well be worth a read to someone looking to learn about metallurgy in general, including iron and its alloys. P.S. You may find yourself on some interesting internet side-trips, such as one I took to look up the production of steel needles, which was a lot cooler than it sounds and matched the book's description almost perfectly. Alexander, W. & Street, A. (1958). Metals in the Service of Man. Pelican.

The aluminum gods did not smile, although they nearly cracked a sardonic grin. It looked gorgeous when I opened it up...and then not so much. The first attempt got minor washes and runs in the front...almost good enough, but a little bit of misfeeding. The top has one small inclusion and a shallow concavity about the size of a silver dollar from shrinkage in one spot. The back is a mess of hot tears though from it shrinking, but only on the one side. The interior also had rough sections on one end, probably trapped gas. On the plus side, I got a LOT of practice making molds and patterns and learned a good bit about handling it. I know how much metal it needs (just over a quart and a half), and I think I know what I screwed up...metal not hot enough and the risers needed to either sit behind or on top of the pattern. I was surprised that despite the cracks in the back the shrinkage was much less than I expected. The final piece was maybe a third of an inch shorter than the pattern, if that. If I try again and it fails, I may also make cores with a molasses binder and bake them hard. It would make things easier and I wouldn't have to roll the mold.

Finished the new pattern for the bed, rammed it up...and a quarter of it fell in. Did it again...same result, on the other side. Moved the risers, rammed it up...and it fell in again. (turns out the ribs that Gingery suggested for the cope (top part) make a weak point because they don't go all the way down). Then I got smart. Gingery originally has you put the cope on a board, right side up with the pattern in it, ram up the mold over the outside, then flip it over, put the drag (bottom part) on, and ram the sand in it AND the cores for the inside of the pattern, still in the cope. Then you roll it over one last time, take the cope off, and pull the pattern off of the cores before putting it back together. It's brilliant, but it kept falling in, no doubt from me varying from his sizes and putting risers on it. Then I got smart...I figured the whole reason for flipping it over so much was to create the cores...but when the top fell in, the cores were still inside the mold and perfectly good. So instead of starting from scratch, I rammed the top, which put less stress than ramming it over and flipping it twice...and part of the mold stuck to the pattern. (see attached pics). Dang it. Today, I cut the side of the ribs short, and only had the top fall in once before getting it right. I think if I'd added some kind of support at the bottom under the ribs, it would have survived flipping, but I got it when I left the bottom alone and re-rammed the top like last night. Poured 1.5 hours ago...waiting to break it open and see if the aluminum gods have smiled on us.

My one contribution is that unless you're forging all day most days, it's gonna take you a long minute to get enough scale. The last bloom I did took a lot of ore, I can't imagine collecting enough scale flakes to make anything more than a mini-bloom. You're in northern Georgia, right? If you want to make a bloom, there's a crap load of good goethite at and around Red Top Mountain, in huge fist size chunks that you can easily pull out of the red clay banks. I used to ruck it out in my ALICE pack. It was mined heavily there up through the Civil War. They still mine red ochre up there. Heck I've got some of it here in WA, not to mention a bit of mostly cooked bloom (unexpected GA thunderstorm and stupidly hot clay furnaces don't mix). If you're not near there, there's iron ore practically everywhere in North Georgia. I used to see limonite all over near Macon.

So, yeah, you can leave one on the main line, but you have to tie it down (i.e. put on a number of hand brakes and test it with nothing but before locking it up and leaving). The Canada rail industry and that line in particular were going through insane cost cutting measures and the rail and engine were in crap shape, plus they'd gone down to one-man crews, something which was supposed to be illegal but they got done under "emergency" provisions. They changed a lot of this being allowed after the fact. I've heard that the engineer was somebody shifted over from management as a replacement for short manpower, but I don't know if it's true. What is true is that he supposedly called in the problem with the engine and a manager (s?) claimed to have signed off on it but didn't or didn't know what he was doing. He also only left the engine brakes on and two cars worth then flubbed the brake check badly, maybe on purpose. Problem with leaving one on the main line is that if anything happens, there's no derail. They had a siding with a derail and chose not to put it there, possibly because of time. There's more, but it just gets worse the more you know. Graniteville is about as bad but killed less people. An NS crew left the main line switched into an industry, derails off when they went on the law (couldn't legally work longer) and left but reported it as good in dark (unsignaled) territory. A train went into the industry at 40 mph with loaded chlorine gas cars right behind the engine and hit three or four more in the industry track. Busted three of them open (about 60,000 gallons of gas) and killed 11 people, put about 10 or 11 hundred in the hospital, about 120 or so with what became chronic issues. Two of the dead were the engineer and conductor - the conductor made it to the highway and coughed his lungs up on the dash of the car that picked him up. When you find out what goes through your major cities and towns on iffy trains and tracks, much less where you live on a daily basis, it gets scary in a hurry. Imagine a Graniteville had happened in Chicago, or downtown Atlanta. The only reason it didn't kill half the factory workers in Graniteville was because it was a weekend.

Because putting it in the dirt usually saves damage to equipment and people. Imagine for example, some yahoo gets a switch wrong from the mainline into an industry (say Norfolk Southern in Graniteville). Still tear things up fiercely, but at least a 12,000 ton train doesn't hit a building full of workers at 40 mph. Most incidents though involve derailing an engine or a few cars, as George said, often at low speeds. It's annoying and expensive, but if the car doesn't come off the truck, or the truck off the axles, then a lot of the time you can just kinda pull it over a re-railing device or wooden blocks back onto the track. Let them roll out a long ways and a cut of cars can pick up speed and do real damage, like that cut of 40 or so cars from a bomb train that rolled out up in Le Magentic and burned down half a town. Some of them prevent cars from rolling out of industries, running through a switch the wrong way, and onto the main line.

Some of the most fervent beekeepers I know are violently allergic, crazy nutters. I have found that a lot of people that think they're allergic aren't though. Many call anything yellowish and flying as bees, such as sweat bees and yellowjackets. Wasp venom works on a very different mechanism, so being allergic to one often doesn't mean you are allergic to the other. I've tanged one or two swarms every year for the last five years. I'm sure that it doesn't hurt that when bees swarm, they do it twice, and the first time they don't generally go far before settling. Something good to know - a low pitched sound and slow beats tend to settle them low, high pitched and you'll need a fricking stepladder. My first time I used a table spoon and a saucepan and put them in the top of my neighbor's plum tree that hasn't been pruned in 15 or 20 years and it took three tries and some cutting to get the queen down. The last several I used a big stockpot and a wooden spoon and got them down to three feet or lower. Tonk tonk, not tink tink. And like I said, totally agree that it shouldn't work. It's been tested extensively and far better entomologists than me say it has to be malarkey. E pur si muove. It doesn't tick me off like dowsing though. I know in my heart of hearts dowsing can't work, so it drives me nuts every time that I've done it and it has. My dad not only could find water but electric lines and utilities.

Be careful mentioning the Tuatha da Dannan too much, it can draw their attention and bring bad luck. Bad as walking widdershins around a church. I collect a lot of stories, but the best unfamiliar tall tales and stories I know aren't repeatable on a family site. But here's a couple of long sayings for ya in response to "How's it going?" "Fine as frog fur split four ways and tapered on the ends, but I'll be over it by dinnertime." "It's a dog eat dog world and I've got on milkbone boxers". and my personal favorite, "As busy as a three-legged cat covering up scat on a frozen pond". If you're in a hurry, "fair to middlin'" which is a grade of cotton, not a type of weather. Actually, I don't know if you know about telling the bees or tanging them. When you keep bees, you're supposed to tell them about anything important that happens in the house. If you don't share, they either don't stay or don't produce. When the beekeeper or someone in his house dies, someone is appointed to go inform the bees. I've done it. Tanging is the practice of beating pots, pans, or other metal objects to get a swarm to settle. It drives me crazy for the same reason that dowsing does; it's a bunch of superstitious nonsense that shouldn't possibly work, except it does somehow. My grandfather could tang bees right into a box or a trash can. I usually am happy if I can get them to settle somewhere where I don't need a ladder.

I'm certainly not a good enough welder to suggest much, but most of the power hammers and cast iron power machinery that I've seen repaired were put back together by brazing, which is supposed to hold well and be a lot easier to do.

Anything all blue on the rails is maintenance and not allowed to be removed by anyone but maintenance. "If it's blue, it ain't you". They also use blue lights when occupying a track. You see it on flags, lights, and derails, many of which are portable.

Holy moly, look at the grains on that HF ASO. Forget grey cast iron, that's lipstick on a pig iron. I've forged on rocks with much smaller grains.

I didn't pay close enough attention to the eclipse online to see a color change, but normally the coronas exhibit white light only. But...that said, you may have seen colors from the chromosphere, which tend to look sort of pinkish during an eclipse.

Yes, although being in the rain shadow here is like ordering an extra dry water. We only had about 20 percent obscurement anyways and with the clouds out, it just got a little bit dimmer. Most of the year I prefer the weather to be bad. It keeps the tourists and the rich yahoos with second homes away.