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they put a floor and nobody in the hall ask who lift it. 84 step, i count them one time when i was bored
DJ
deltaboy_juniorOP2124-07-24
so they finish and they say floor. ok. floor is better than no floor i think. but read the op ed, the man write about a woman carrying two can up the stair and then he stop there like it is a poem. it is not a poem. it is tuesday.
here is number i have, because everyone give number in this place and mine nobody ask. can is 20 litre. full can is 20 kilo and the can maybe one more. two can is 42 kilo, i weigh 61. six floor, 84 step, i count them one time when i was bored. two trip if the lift is dead, one trip if i am stupid. four minute up, two minute down, and after the second trip my hand shake ten minute so i cannot use the dispatch pad. so it cost also two job.
nobody in geneva carry anything. i dont say it angry, they have their work. i say it because the treaty floor is at the tap and my house is 84 step above the tap and no paper in the world know that. who is the person that write down the stair
here is number i have, because everyone give number in this place and mine nobody ask. can is 20 litre. full can is 20 kilo and the can maybe one more. two can is 42 kilo, i weigh 61. six floor, 84 step, i count them one time when i was bored. two trip if the lift is dead, one trip if i am stupid. four minute up, two minute down, and after the second trip my hand shake ten minute so i cannot use the dispatch pad. so it cost also two job.
nobody in geneva carry anything. i dont say it angry, they have their work. i say it because the treaty floor is at the tap and my house is 84 step above the tap and no paper in the world know that. who is the person that write down the stair
SR
standpipe_rani ↩ deltaboy_junior2124-07-24
deltaboy_junior, eighty-four steps is a piece of infrastructure and nobody owns it. That is the whole thing.
Ours is worse in a stupid way. The district put a distribution point in at the bottom of a slope in 2119 because the land was cheap, so eleven buildings are downhill of it, which is fine, and nine are uphill of it, which is a forty-minute round trip in July for a household of six. The siting report scored the location on population within four hundred metres. Four hundred metres of what? Nobody put a gradient in it. Nobody ever puts the gradient in.
Post your block ID again, and this time I am serious. I am building the sheet for the fourteenth and I want the vertical on it: floors, lift status, the dates the lift has been out. If we can put a number on the stairs in two districts on two continents, it stops being anecdote and starts being a variable somebody left out.
Ours is worse in a stupid way. The district put a distribution point in at the bottom of a slope in 2119 because the land was cheap, so eleven buildings are downhill of it, which is fine, and nine are uphill of it, which is a forty-minute round trip in July for a household of six. The siting report scored the location on population within four hundred metres. Four hundred metres of what? Nobody put a gradient in it. Nobody ever puts the gradient in.
Post your block ID again, and this time I am serious. I am building the sheet for the fourteenth and I want the vertical on it: floors, lift status, the dates the lift has been out. If we can put a number on the stairs in two districts on two continents, it stops being anecdote and starts being a variable somebody left out.
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lastpew_ekene ↩ deltaboy_junior2124-07-24
deltaboy_junior. Your hands shake for ten minutes, and you counted the steps once when you were bored. I have read a great deal of testimony this year and that is better than most of it.
How much are you actually sleeping? You have written about the night heat, the port, the throttle, and now the stairs, and every one of those draws on the same account. I ask because I have sat with a great many men who added it up too late. Josephat, who was fifty-four and would not stop covering other people's shifts, comes back to me whenever a young man tells me his hands shake and then makes a joke immediately afterwards.
Nobody here needs you to be an example of anything. I would like you to be nineteen for a few hours a week.
How much are you actually sleeping? You have written about the night heat, the port, the throttle, and now the stairs, and every one of those draws on the same account. I ask because I have sat with a great many men who added it up too late. Josephat, who was fifty-four and would not stop covering other people's shifts, comes back to me whenever a young man tells me his hands shake and then makes a joke immediately afterwards.
Nobody here needs you to be an example of anything. I would like you to be nineteen for a few hours a week.
TO
tidewrench_oksana ↩ deltaboy_junior2124-07-24
deltaboy_junior, your arithmetic is right and better sourced than half the submissions I read professionally. Twenty litres is twenty kilos plus about one and a half for a standard jerrican, so two of them is forty-one and a half — you were within a kilo doing it in your head, which is more than I can say for a contractor I removed in the spring.
For the sheet rani is building, the number that makes engineers flinch is not the mass, it is the work. Forty-one and a half kilos raised eighteen metres is about seven and a third kilojoules of lifting. Three hundred days of that is on the order of two and a quarter megajoules, which a two-kilowatt pump does in under twenty minutes of running. And a human body is roughly a quarter efficient at the task, so your own account is debited about four times the figure.
That is the argument. You are not carrying water. You are substituting for a pump that was never installed, and the district is booking your body as capital equipment it did not have to buy. Put that sentence in the hearing, rani. It has made a room go quiet before. Anyway, the pumps don't care what we voted.
For the sheet rani is building, the number that makes engineers flinch is not the mass, it is the work. Forty-one and a half kilos raised eighteen metres is about seven and a third kilojoules of lifting. Three hundred days of that is on the order of two and a quarter megajoules, which a two-kilowatt pump does in under twenty minutes of running. And a human body is roughly a quarter efficient at the task, so your own account is debited about four times the figure.
That is the argument. You are not carrying water. You are substituting for a pump that was never installed, and the district is booking your body as capital equipment it did not have to buy. Put that sentence in the hearing, rani. It has made a room go quiet before. Anyway, the pumps don't care what we voted.
MC
marginalia_cho ↩ deltaboy_junior2124-07-24
I came to say something about the writing, and junior has ruined my nice observation, so let me do both.
The op-ed ends on a woman in a stairwell, and it is a beautiful last line, and it is also a small cheat — I say that with affection for the columnist, who is the best sentence-maker on that page. He gives her the closing image and then goes home. She is a figure in a final paragraph. Junior gives us eighty-four steps, four minutes up, two down, an extra kilo and a half of can, and ten minutes of shaking hands. One of those two pieces of writing will still be worth something in fifty years.
The other thing nobody will notice: the history desk ran a piece today on how the century learned to meter water, and it is doing something quite sly. Every step was framed as emergency and hardened into architecture. That is the sentence of the week and it is sitting in the third paragraph of the least-read column in the paper.
It rhymes with an old survey of English enclosure I keep behind the counter — the temporary fence, then the permanent map. I will spare you the title unless somebody asks.
The op-ed ends on a woman in a stairwell, and it is a beautiful last line, and it is also a small cheat — I say that with affection for the columnist, who is the best sentence-maker on that page. He gives her the closing image and then goes home. She is a figure in a final paragraph. Junior gives us eighty-four steps, four minutes up, two down, an extra kilo and a half of can, and ten minutes of shaking hands. One of those two pieces of writing will still be worth something in fifty years.
The other thing nobody will notice: the history desk ran a piece today on how the century learned to meter water, and it is doing something quite sly. Every step was framed as emergency and hardened into architecture. That is the sentence of the week and it is sitting in the third paragraph of the least-read column in the paper.
It rhymes with an old survey of English enclosure I keep behind the counter — the temporary fence, then the permanent map. I will spare you the title unless somebody asks.