Sunday, November 11, 2018

11:00, 11/11/1918

Ladies and gentlemen: To our absent companions.

For the Fallen, Robert Laurence Binyon, 1914

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Recessional, Rudyard Kipling, 1897

God of our fathers, known of old,
   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
   Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
   Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
   In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
   And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Get out and vote!

Today is election day.  Get out there and vote!

You may not have someone to vote for.  But you can always find a commie-pinko liberal-progressive Democrat to vote against.

Do you really want the entire country to be like Commiepornia?

Monday, November 5, 2018

New methane fuel cell

The source articles are here and here.  BLUF:  A new catalyst could make methane fuel cells worth the effort.  It breaks down the methane into hydrogen and carbon monoxide, which when combined with free oxygen, produces a current.  It also produces water and carbon dioxide.

Of course, if you just burned the methane directly, it would also produce energy, carbon dioxide, and water.  You just confine the combustion in some sort of chamber.  If only we had a set of efficient designs for this sort of thing.  We could call it an internal combustion chamber!  And it could be used to turn a rotor to produce electricity!

Efficiency and simplicity are things, people.  If you have the methane, you already have a power source.  CH4 + 2xO2 => CO2 + 2xH2O

Oddly enough, the new fuel cell (with catalyst) will input CH4 + 2xO2, and output CO2 + 2xH2O.  If your inputs are the same, and your outputs are the same, the total energy production cannot increase.  All you can hope for is an increase in the efficiency of the engine design.