Literally burning the midnight oil
Literally. Or rather numerally.
I introduced this model yesterday
when Polistra was paroled from prison.
(At least symbolically and partially. The full reality remains to be seen, as always when thrill-killing mass-murdering psychopaths are in charge. Reprieves are generally false and temporary,
serving as preludes to even more horrible clampdowns.)
Later: Of course I was right. Exactly one month after the fake "reprieve", on June 23, Mad Bomber Inslee required everyone to suffocate ourselves and destroy immunity with Suicide Ballgags, in order to increase his orgasmic pleasure.
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I probably should have built this clock a couple weeks ago for Third Shift Workers Day,
celebrating the graveyard shift. This oil clock was developed in the 1600s as a timer and light for scribes and illuminators working through the night. It provided light for scribal work, and simultaneously measured the shift. When the light went out, time to go home or go to bed. (In other words, it was an illuminator illuminator.)
Self-calibrating in two ways: The light calibrated and enabled your work, and the flame calibrated the oil flow.
This is a patient machine
in the same elegant way as the Willson automatic buoy.
The fuel does all the work, with no other mechanism needed. As the flame uses up the oil, the level drops through the hours from sunset through sunrise.
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Followed by a less elegant
Labels: Equipoise, Metrology, Patient things