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YouTube sidebar suggestions offered up a Shroud of Turin link. Some of these Shroud videos are okay, others annoying. Also, I'm pretty familiar with about everything they have to say. At over 34 minutes, I wasn't going to watch, but I did, watching at 1.5x.
A Jewish Man Studied Jesus' Shroud for 46 Years — One Molecule Broke Him
Aside from a couple of "what do you think? Leave a comment" interruptions, it was pretty thorough and up-to-date with everything I know at least, from Segundo Pia's groundbreaking photography to the 3-D computer analysis, the "debunking" based on a piece of the repairs not the original cloth, to the pollen and blood and scourgemarks validations.
One bit I hadn't known. Scientists determined that the image method was able to be duplicated, on a very small scale. To create the image on the Shroud, though, would take "a simultaneous energy pulse of 34 trillion watts lasting less than a billionth of a second." Whoa!
The meaning of Jesus' raising, physical body or what, is of course a long running debate with theological implications. The method by which the Shroud image could be formed likewise.
Dang, Pixy, can't you give us a LITTLE more comment length? continued...
Posted by: mindful webworker - mysteries of history 1 of 2 at April 07, 2026 11:44 PM (Qlfju)
Urantia Paper 189, The Resurrection
Of all the explanations for its creation, the one I've found the most intriguing was in The Urantia Book, a self-proclaimed revelation from the first half of the 20th Century. When Jesus rose, his body still lay in the tomb. The UB says that the angels received permission from the celestial bureaucracy that, rather than watch the Master's mortal body decay, they asked " for immediate dissolution. We do not propose to employ our technique of dematerialization; we merely wish to invoke the process of accelerated time" "…a return of the 'dust to dust,' without the intervention of the delays of time and without the operation of the ordinary and visible processes of mortal decay and material corruption." Such a process could create the kind of high-powered flash needed to create the Shroud image.
However, after Mary and Peter and John had seen the burial cloths lying there undisturbed, the captain of the temple guards was sent to the tomb, "to remove the grave cloths. The captain wrapped them all up in the linen sheet and threw them over a near-by cliff."
If the Shroud is authentic, SOMEone found the bundle at the bottom of the cliff.
The UB has nothing to say about that. Heh.
Edited from comments on Ace of Spades, April 7, 2027
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One of the best things I got out of high school was learning to touch-type — thank goodness computer keyboards carried forward the QWERTY system. Still serving me this very moment!
I got an electric with custom font and it served me through many college papers, and after. I got my first computer (Radio Shack Model I) in 1978. I did not yet have a word processing program for it.
I was typing up a long document with four carbon copies. I was a fast typist, but not all that careful all the time. Make a mistake? Go back and white-out the copies, waiting for each to dry thoroughly. Especially tedious when I just want to carry on with my typed thoughts. Making several such mistakes, I kept looking over at the computer and thinking about how a word processor program would let me simply backspace over errors and print out multiple copies.
Then, somewhere around page five, I realized I’d left out a whole paragraph back on page 2. To be tidy, I’d need to re-type page 2 and beyond. I lost my temper and beat my fist on the top of the typewriter. Keys went “clack” but didn’t hit the paper.
I sent the typewriter to the shop for a cheap simple fix of bending the top up; I probably could’ve done it myself. By the time I got it back, I had written my own word processing program. Also acquired the Worst Printer Ever — printed difficult-to-read black on thermal silver paper. (You may remember some merchants had those for receipts back then.)
I never used Old Faithful again.
Eventually got a better commercial word processor and a hefty and expensive Daisy Wheel printer (a/k/a The Thunderer) which churned out more pages than the electric ever did. Never regretted the upgrade.
Still have the electric and also a manual. Need to find some ribbons for them, though. Just in case computers fail.
Originally posted as a comment on PoliNation April 6, 2026
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IBM exhibit 1964 NY World's Fair
1964 World's Fair, f'ing with the IBM terminal exhibit, CLR blanking the screen, typing up whatever I wanted, and walking away. On every public terminal. Bwahahah.
Up at the lake, behind the yacht club, in the garage, a pinball machine, with the back removed. Buddy played while I watched the "digit counters fall." Saw the "free game" knock-sound relay. Just hit it manually for as many games as we wanted. Hahhahaha
The fraternity had inherited a Wurlitzer from a house that closed down (something about a drowning while hazing). The juke didn't work. Platter would cue up, tonearm down, and immediately reject as if at the end of the song. Found the problem was two contacts in the tonearm that were too close together. Easy fix.
Gimme a challenge.
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Sitting in my '68 Mustang, waiting on the busy Strip to take a left turn into Der Wienerschnitzel, I hear a quick screeching of tires and then bam! I'm hit from behind.
I get out to survey the damage. As I walk to the back of my car, I see the idiot who hit me, his land yacht with broken headlights, shattered grill, and clanking fan. Severe.
With dread, I look at my car. You remember that gas cap with the Mustang logo under plastic window? The plastic had an almost invisible crack in it. That was it.
I just let the obviously-intoxicated punk drive away, dribbling glass and clanking hilariously. I was young and unhurt. And I wanted my chili dog.
Funny the things that vividly stick in memory.
Originally posted as a comment on Ace of Spades, March 27, 2026
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Don't ask me. I'm just here to pick up chicks.
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