I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Jim, I thought it was a diving bell, but caisson makes more sense, the scary thought about that umbilical is that if somebody opened the valve..... eek. Roebling? no, I refuse to look it up, Brooklyn bridge I think, they used caissons to excavate the bridge piers, and i think there was an accident where roebling senior died of caisson fever.... otherwise known as the bends. They had no idea why caisson workers got terrible pains and died..... Just that short caisson shifts were safer than long ones.
its like, Jules Vernish, I loved his books and their illustrations!
ReplyDeleteI have a book of victorian inventions... I'll start scanning them in soon.
ReplyDeleteaah, the romance of caissons... the umbilical cord is confusing though
ReplyDeleteJim, I thought it was a diving bell, but caisson makes more sense, the scary thought about that umbilical is that if somebody opened the valve..... eek.
ReplyDeleteRoebling? no, I refuse to look it up, Brooklyn bridge I think, they used caissons to excavate the bridge piers, and i think there was an accident where roebling senior died of caisson fever.... otherwise known as the bends. They had no idea why caisson workers got terrible pains and died.....
Just that short caisson shifts were safer than long ones.