Tripod Angle Adapter Plate

To bend very thick trunks or simply too hard, we can use the technique that I will mostarar below. With this type of intervention we Derlo movement very straight trunks and graceless as is the case of my tree.



We do first a shari along the trunk all we want to double, then with the help of a minitorno we cupping, we remove as much wood as possible without harming the bark

We deepen as much as possible inside the trunk.
pro bono time to time we get the flexibility of the trunk to avoid removing more wood than necessary.

still too hard, then you continue to work with a little bit deeper minitorno
When we find enough hollow trunk, placed inside a wire, in this case, use an aluminum can also be used Copper, which is harder and smaller in diameter. Once inside the hole, the wire is about 4 mm, having the hardness of one of 2 mm of copper.
Enrafiamos very strong to avoid breakage and also protecting the bark of external wiring.
Enrafiado and ready for wiring.

To fix the wire, it is important that it is properly fixed, we buried him next to the trunk as far as possible. wiring started taking care of in the same sense that we are doubling our trunk. I had to put two wires poque one was not enough.
bending task in full, you must take firm and strength should be done with the thumbs, we must be alert to the cracking of the wood to avoid cracking. Vista with the trunk bent, with this simple technique we give a little movement to a fully rigid body

now only remains to let it rest for at least a season to see the results.

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Of philosophers and office

I come to the discreet and very fine visit on which, the now co-author of this blog, often boasts. Yes - told me the other day Ark - visits are like women, get it (sic) waiting for a week and enjoy the benefits of loving madness of the beautiful maidens secure his handsome face, or, for be more realistic and my estimated visits matter how much I feel identified, enjoy these abhorrent suicide meatballs in the alley where you go spend spying those that never fail.

I nodded their mature reflection, however, would reply that, despite the happy gentleman had had enough reason, a month was unlike a week. The counterargument, with half stretch between the eyebrows (I bet you think that puts a face scrubber with that), now it's clerical employee, he has no alternative but to leave the system to eat and no sooner reaches retirement (if anything is joyful gray hair, the helpless limbs and the smell of stale pastries that emerges from the pores consumed), can then be free to write blogs about the thousands of experiences accounted for 8 hours of sitting at a desk with a shirt which is printed the hilarious word-concept of auto parts.

I told him then that might help with the load because, if anything like me philosophers have is free time, that the environment of the employee is a mystery to them, lest they know the world at 7 am, this is due to his old youth when I had to go to the stupid school teachers to deal with unbearable obtuse and classmates. So, ladies and gentlemen of discreet presence, on this occasion your host, is a philosopher.

Above all, clear their prejudices. Yes, that you're thinking. No, I'm not starving. No, you're wrong on that one, too. So, grass is grass and over.

Look, when I heard about philosophers should imagine not drag those smelly and that "attitude pinko" unbearable but, rather, the particular shape of my father, Bertrand Russell:

Here is my father the other evening when photographed it before it went in his Rolls Royce to take a professorship at Cambridge.

Look seriously at the elegant English category thinker of our race. Do you see perhaps a trace of marijuana or hippies drums near its rigorous presence? Of course, the title "Sir" that supports our aristocratic origin allows us to show to ordinary mortals like what usually appears if you visit these remote schools of philosophy. Naturally, if we notice to unleash all the comforts that we have and the quiet ease of our movement ... do you think there would be office workers, shoe bowlers, waiters and other hanging?

Be aware of the influence of the philosophers even cause death. In this grave of my late uncle Ludwig Wittgenstein, you can see 191 cents, a lemon, a pie, a cup mark Mr. Kipling, and a wheel used by Buddhists to pray. What other known grave so many tributes?

In general, not everyone can be a philosopher. It takes years of intense study and a mindset to think things deep inside. Everything about them is calculated, how to place your hands, the way you look. Philosophers know absolutely what they want.

What happens when the philosopher begins to talk about Superman? Are erected by the crowd as the great achievement of the nineteenth century. At least one million thesis has awakened the thinking of these people. In the end, it turns out that Superman is none other than the philosopher himself.

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I'm so fucking of the fucking emos. I do not usually write rude here because it does not seem necessary, but it was, this modito unbearable adolescent idiots and last long, we suffered enough to pay for all our sins have or might have to simply live in the same fucking solar system that these brats fucking whiners. And not that it is intolerant or something, is the sadness, the sadness that overwhelms me when one of those things cross my street, sadness, wondering if this is what humanity has come after thousands of years of evolution, and the goddamn shame, shame he would feel if an advanced civilization made contact with humanity and the first to find out an emo, also shame that the same unparalleled emos will feel in ten years * when see all your fucking pictures in front of bathroom mirror with his cell phone in hand and look sad because that cell phone only has 100GB of storage and put in their metroflogs, and the worst thing you can not tell them how much you down like human beings because these sites only allow members to leave comments, so make sure the emos who put their photos are not affected psychologically and avoid realize the reality, however, only their friends, so assholes like themselves, can leave comments, compliments pure obviously what makes each day there are more and more emo. We must act now to avoid that in the end I'm the last living fucking normal to have to kill myself surrounded by emos.

* Although not ... I do not think the world goes on those ten years, if that civilization makes contact with an emo, will destroy the planet without thinking twice thinking we are all well.

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My parents were self-proclaimed fans of moving every few months in town, carrying with them. Thanks to that, I went through countless schools, and met many people who lost contact with each time I moved.

I've always wanted to know what happened to all of them with my childhood friends.

When I started getting visits to this blog, I thought that maybe some of those friends will remember my name, I sought and got here, possibly to contact me and tell me what happened to their lives and others. I've always wanted to know how many get pregnant his girlfriend at age 14, how many ended up as prostitutes at 16 to see that the level studied were not given, how many ended up as drug addicts (and also, how many ended up in jail or dead due to overdose) , or my girlfriend from elementary school, made all woman sensually developed, come and leave me a message saying it could not forget, you can not stop thinking and thinking about my touching each of their lonely nights. I just remember it was called Claudia.

Come on, look for me, I have curiosity. Here I am.