Workbench Wednesday: I’ve built all of WWII twice so I’m moving on to little known Cold War jets, again edition.
Hawker Sea Hawk from Trumpeter in 1/48. A fixture in the clamshell top over bottom construction, the big nasty seam right down the nose. It just doesn’t fit with the cockpit and nose wheel bay. Fill and sand, fill and sand, rescribe the panel lines. Check. Looking forward to getting some time off to work on this one. Just need a Hunter after this to have all of the Hawker fighters.
Tal vez si te cuento todas mis inseguridades
tal vez muy muy lejos
o tal vez el decirte que tengo inseguridades lo hace menos creíble
aunque me destruye, me rehace
como el origami que no me salió
y el ternopor ya tiene demasiado agujeros
y no sé si realmente comprendiste la magnitud de mis traumas
porque la condición de comparación realmente me destruye
porque no entiendo, por más que quiera entender
y es que la magnitud de mis emociones y sentimientos
me lo estás metiendo tantas veces en la cabeza
diciéndome que no sé lo que siento
contándome las fotos de un pasado
que para mí no significan nada
pero tu significado, tu cabeza
y la verdad, la verdad...esta verdad
es que subestimas mis sentimientos
y simplemente no me crees
los intentos de mis suicidios mentales
mientras me deprimo
y es que la sutilidad de Mxmtoom
de escribir please don’t
me hace pensar
en que no quiero que te rindas
la razón es que está de fondo
mientras el diario se escribe y se rescribe.
Un gran escritor «es un destructor que aumenta la existencia, que la enriquece minándola», escribe E. M. Cioran a propósito de Samuel Beckett. Ese destructor de la lengua, enfermo, acostado en la misma cama donde pocos días después moriría, toma la pluma para perforar el blanco de la hoja:
Después, como si diera vuelta a la página y viera traslucirse, a través de un hueco, el otro lado, el afuera de su lenguaje siempre extranjero, rescribe en inglés:
what is the word—
what is the word
Beckett, dice Steiner, «es un desarraigado que se encuentra como en su propia casa en distintos lugares». El lenguaje que habita Beckett, traductor de sí mismo, es un espacio intermedio entre un lugar y otro, un afuera y un adentro: el marco de una puerta.
«Comment dire?». Quizá también pensó algo así Gherasim Luca cuando estaba a punto de tirarse al río Sena desde un puente de la Île Saint-Louis. Luca llevaba treinta, cuarenta años en Francia, toda la vida; lo mismo da. El poeta había abandonado Rumania y el rumano, perseguido por el mismo terror que expulsó a tantos otros de sus países, de sus casas, del breve siglo xx. Luca se dedicó a escribir poemas tartamudos, llenos de huecos. Habitó un lenguaje extranjero y lo llevó a los límites de su sintaxis, al otro lado de la gramática. En su poema «Passionément», empieza:
pas pas paspaspas pas
pasppas ppas pas paspas
le pas pas le faux pas le pas
paspaspas le pas le mau
le mauve le mauvais pas
Y después sigue:
je je t’aime
je t’aime je t’ai je
t’aime aime aime je t’aime
passionné é aime je
passionnément aimante je
t’aime je t’aime passionnément
je t’aime je t’aime passionné né
je t’aime passionné
je t’aime passionnément je t’aime
je t’aime passio passionnément
Apoyado sobre el barandal del puente, ¿tembló el cuerpo de ochenta años de Gherasim Luca antes de saltar al agua? ¿Tartamudeó como esa última línea que se tropieza en passio y cae: passionnément? El poema empieza con un faux pas, un paso en falso, y todo lo que sigue es caída —¿hacia dónde?—. «Cuando un lenguaje se tensa tanto —escribe Deleuze— que comienza a tartamudear, a murmurar o a trastabillar… entonces el lenguaje en su totalidad alcanza el límite que marca su exterior y lo obliga a confrontar el silencio». El poema de Luca es un desplome del lenguaje hacia ese silencio. La última línea se ha de entender, entonces, como un grito debajo del agua.
Gherasim Luca saltó al río Sena el 9 de febrero de 1994. El Pont Marie fue el último asidero —cuerda floja sobre el caudal del Sena— de este tartamudo. Después del salto final —what is the word?—, sólo el silencio. Su cuerpo fue hallado un mes después, ya lejos de Île Saint-Louis.
- Valeria Luiselli, Papeles falsos. Editorial Sexto Piso
- Gherasim Luca, Passionément, collage, 1944
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The FAA FIS-B service (available on UAT ADS-B In) also transmits notices of important flight information, such as temporary flight restrictions (TFRs) or closed runways. Cockpit displays capable of supporting ADS-B In can often also support terrain maps, to help pilots avoid terrain in low-visibility situations.
27th Pursuit Squadron pilots participated in air races. Donald Stace of the 27th AS won the first Mitchell Trophy Race. Under extreme and austere conditions in the 1920s they tested the effects of cold weather on their aircraft.
Scale1/72ManufacturerHasegawaKit IDJS-054/HAC11/714/HAS00341TypeF-106A 59-0044Unit27 FIS, Loring AFBDate1971Aftermarket parts usedAeroclub ejection seats, landing gear and missile bay covers, PJ Productions pilot figures, new pitot probesOther detail addedPanel lines rescribedModel built byAlex HungerDate CompletedAugust 2009
I built my first Hasegawa F-106A in 1979 at the age of 15. Back then it was state of the art and I also had access to my first tin of reasonably accurate grey spray paint. Unfortunately no one had old me about sanding joint lines etc and the aircraft was starting to look a little dilapidated due to old age after countless moves and more than 30 years on the shelf.
1.1 The Financial Incentive Scheme for Professional Training (“FIS”) is one of the major initiatives under the Government of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region (“the Government”)’s “Pilot Programme to Enhance Talent Training for the Insurance Sector” (“Pilot Programme”).
Haydn also had 3 old F-106s in his Davis Monthan AMARC type storage area in his garage that a now missing SIG member had left behind eons ago. The paint and decals had gone quite yellow, and the decals were often from the less glamorous ANG squadrons rather than true USAF squadrons.
One new kit as well as the Airwaves/DB Productions two seater conversion were also purchased in 2002 in order to have at least one of this rare variant. The double stick version was built out of the box with just the Hasegawa front fuselage sawn off and replaced with the very solid resin unit. The vacuform canopy was marginally more fiddly to install, but otherwise, this conversion is nearly idiot proof. Otherwise, the aircraft had its panel lines recarved, received 1 PJ production pilot to complement the kit crew and the control surfaces of the AIM-4 Falcon missiles were improved a little. The cool kit 87th FIS “Red Bull” decals were used and the proper serial number was found in the Bert Kinzey F-106 book, which is excellent reference. The nose art “Bull head” decal was hand made by cutting up little bits of decals of the right colour and then applying on top of each other, which worked amazingly well.
The remaining 4 single seater F-106s were broken down to the basic airframes and components, which were then cleaned up. Some decals could be saved while soaking the hulk in warm soapy water. The first attempt to remove the paint from the first aircraft was problematic. Oven cleaner currently available in shops that meets the latest environmental regulations, no longer removes paint like it used to. This new stuff I found in my builders market, however, melted parts of the front fuselage. So the remainder of the paint had to be removed by sanding it off after having recarved all the panel lines. The damaged front fuselage, was sawn off and replaced with the one left over after the two seat conversion. The kit ejection seats and missile bay covers were binned and replaced with the Aeroclub units. The later allow a much smoother, curvaceous belly area and only require a little adjustment for the installation. Also any landing gears damaged by the dismantling process were replaced by Aeroclub units, though I mostly kept the injection moulded wheels. The PJ Production Pilot was installed on his throne and the canopy closed up. With the canopy masked, the kit was then resprayed in a nice new coat of Xtracolour ADC grey.
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The remaining 3 aircraft were redone in much the same way, minus the chemical snafu. My old F-106 kept the open missile bay, new freshly adjusted and painted Aim-4 Falcons and received the left over 318th FIS Squadron decals, I had left over from the two seater, which left the old model in an as new condition with its old identity and the missile visible. The 3 reclaimed airframes all received decals from the Microscale decal sheet, which were much more interesting. As only 3 sets of stencils were provided in the decal sheet, I was glad to be able to use some of the reclaimed stencils as well as some left overs from an F-102 to complete all 4 airframes. All kits received new pitot tubes to replace the ones lost of the eons. The one from 27th FIS is yellow and black, to match the tail decals, while all the rest are in the standard white and red. One aircraft required a new tailhook, which was also made from sprue.
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So, in total, I now have a completed fleet of 5 completely different F-106 Delta Darts, using what would politely be called 4 junk kits. While some would argue, that the Hasegawa Kit is long in the tooth, it’s simplicity and solidity make it a viable candidate for new builds and rebuilds, if super-detailing is not required, as only the panel lines need recarving. A clean paint job and nice decals are most effective for a colourful fleet of the Dagger. Repairing mouldy old kits is also a viable solution for generating nice new models for the collection.
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Model, article and photographs by Alex Hunger
* shot 1:
vaccinate me against the too-hot take, the backdoor wink & handshake with the fakers;
the mind-blank, the soul-blink or shirk, shrink & dine with those who truly need to be left behind
to their own kind & to their devices, while the adults in the salt mine cogitate & solve the crisis
of fates engendered by their lies, unabated cries of the lot victimized every season; while predators surmise: 'they hate on us for no good reason' - faux surprised -
at the Orwellian flip of patriotism for treason, it stands to reason - somewhere in our melting pot's grief stew, the seasoned salt is just not there, or somehow it’s askew
& the leavening in the dough - likewise amiss when the ‘revenant uprising’ show re-enlists the likes of a ‘heil he’ who we despised & dismissed first go-round, over dale on valhalla’d grounds & run thoroughly through, in say...World War deux; - mic down.
ramp up my immunity to any false unity for appearance sake, when the fire-sale on good, common sense is not hot-pocketed or a deep fake, but an condensed Fox-tale of the mixtape
infused amongst the cattle & spread every which day by news hacks & the play-by-pay of retread crews in blue slacks in sous-suites where they prattle the blues & brew sourdough mead they make there anew.
not given to snooze, this ol’ motley crew or chewing a cud; but pulling our heads up & shiving through muckrakers & mud from modern day living;
fired up, we stay wired & well-squired for luck; pretension cleared up, unbranded in gear untucked; unembossed for the shuck-n-jive & the lost costs & the lines in the sand to be inevitably crossed
then amended, so the plans of the once tossed aside can be defended on history’s pages & rescribed by this-here-story's sages in skilled, glorious scripts over stages
& eventually into cinema's good graces in vast & various places of class, projected in spaces - rolled out en masse at last - the scenes of a new regime that lets freedom break free from its fast,
with us now immune to fallout from the blast. * 3/21 - lebuc - vaccinate me (...2 shots)