and if so can you give a link to a free plan.

Ok so I have this snow blower at home and it’s huge it’s got 5 gears a neutral and revers so if any one could tell me how to make a go cart from it it be great
Ps the frame gas to be wooden

it will be powered by a 20hp motor.
think of using a light duty straight axle and jeep or samurai transfer case.
i was going to build a tube frame.

any help or idea’s? does anyone build a frame or custom kits? almost like a mini rock crawler.

anyone have a go-cart frame…..i need one….a big one

i want to build a go cart i already suppose i can find a frame, wheels and other small things at a junkyard, but where can i find a horizontal 6-10 hp (horsepower) engine for very cheap or free?

PLEASE HELP!!!! IBEG AND SUPPLICATE YOU ALL!! CAN ANYONE HELP ME GET STARTED ON MY ORAL COMMENTARY! ILL DIE! I?
PLEASE HELP!!!! IBEG AND SUPPLICATE YOU ALL!! CAN ANYONE HELP ME GET STARTED ON MY ORAL COMMENTARY! ILL DIE! I?
Im stuck, and I reallydont know what to do, my oral commentary is due may 14, and I have no idea what to do:( I need to write an oral commentary on one of the pages in this book called Such a Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry, and I have no clue how to start it at all, we are supposed to make internal connections, take about rhetorical schemes, poetic devices, tone, mood, effect on the reader, types of imagery if applicable etc, and im really stuck, please help me i dont know where to start, im no asking you to do my homework, im just asking for youre help to atleast start this thing, im so stressed,a nd im dying here, i dont know what to do
My assigned page was page 238 of Rohinton Mistry’s Such a Long journey:
Here is the passage, if it will help

Gustad entered hesitantly and looked towards Dinshawji’s bed. The figure of the woman he expected to see, seated in vigil, was missing. He gazed absently upon the rows of sleeping patients, heard their breathing and snores. And if I did not know Dinshawji is gone, he would also have the sleeping look. Strange feeling. To stand beside his bed, and he cannot see me. Unfair advantage. As though I am spying on him. But who knows? Maybe Dinshu is the one with the advantage, spying from Up There. Laughing at me. The straight hard chair was by the bed. He had grown so used to it over the weeks. Dinshawji’s sheet rose in a sharp incline at the nether regions of the mattress. He glanced under the bed to see if the size twelve Naughty Boys were there by his trunk. Only the bedpan, its white enamel stark in the dark space. Beside it, the transparent flask-shaped urinal. Not all patients were asleep. Some watched intently, keeping an eye on this healthy one visiting after hours, when he had no business to be here. In the dim night-light of the ward their eyes focussed fearfully, drifted, then refocussed. When would it be their turn? How would it happen? And afterwards…? Down an old man’s face, tears were rolling slowly. Silently, on to the pillowcase dull white like his hair. Others were peaceful, reassured, as if they knew now that it was the simplest of things, was dying. After all, the one who had joked and laughed in their midst for several weeks had shown them how easy it was. How easy to go from warm and breathing to cold and waxen, how easy to become one of the smooth white figures in the carts outside the gates of Mount Mary. Dinshawji had been stripped of all the appurtenances with which he had clung to life. The metal stand, gaunt and coldly institutional when the saline solution bottle used to hang from it, now stood empty. Now it looked just like a wire coat-rack, harmless and domestic. The various tubes had grown in number with the passing weeks: one through the nose, two in the arms, somewhere under the sheet a catheter. All withdrawn. As if he had never been sick. Were the tubes removed carefully, the way they were inserted: skilfully, by steady hands? Or just yanked out—the useless wires of an old broken radio, like my Telerad. And then the tubes thrown away in the rubbish, like the coils and transformers and condensers littering the pavements outside the repair shops. Dinshawji dismantled. And after the prayers are said and the rituals performed at the Tower of Silence, the vultures will do the rest. When the bones are picked clean, and the clean bones gone, no proof will remain that Dinshawji ever lived and breathed. Except his memory. But after that? After the memory is lost? When I am gone, and all his friends are gone. What then? The eyes of the wakeful patients were still on Gustad. He found it disconcerting if their eyes met. So he kept looking at Dinshawji’s surgical bed. The iron frame, painted creamy white. Black in places where the paint had peeled. Three sockets for the wooden-handled crank. The first raises the head—I used to wind it when Dinshawji’s dinner arrived. Crankshafts and gears, just like my Meccano set. Second socket for the feet (I raised them once by mistake). And the third for the mid-section. Strange. Why should stomach or pelvis be higher than the rest of the body? Only one reason I can think of. And not a medical reason. Unless the interns and nurses use it for playing doctor-doctor. Wish I had thought of that earlier. To tell Dinshu. But he would have come up with a better one himself. His hospital song. O give me a home where the nurses’ hands roam… ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,’ he whispered in Dinshawji’s ear, and smiled.
3 days ago – 14 hours left to answer.

I live near a supermarket, and to reduce my car journeys to it, I am thinking of buying a shopping caddy (aka trolley, trundler). A caddy typically consists of a bag attached to a frame with two wheels each at least 15 cm (6 inches) in diameter. People use them in outdoor markets, where you tend to buy a few things at a time from different stalls, and place them in the bag as you go.

But in a supermarket, you need to gather everything up in one of its trolleys (carts) before going to the check-out. Is there an easy way to get your caddy and the laden supermarket trolley to the checkout at the same time? How?

I have more groceries than will fit in the caddy. I carry home the overflow from the caddy in a backpack. So I need the supermarket trolley to get to the checkout.

PLEASE HELP!!!! IBEG AND SUPPLICATE YOU ALL!! CAN ANYONE HELP ME GET STARTED ON MY ORAL COMMENTARY! ILL DIE! I?
PLEASE HELP!!!! IBEG AND SUPPLICATE YOU ALL!! CAN ANYONE HELP ME GET STARTED ON MY ORAL COMMENTARY! ILL DIE! I?
Im stuck, and I reallydont know what to do, my oral commentary is due may 14, and I have no idea what to do:( I need to write an oral commentary on one of the pages in this book called Such a Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry, and I have no clue how to start it at all, we are supposed to make internal connections, take about rhetorical schemes, poetic devices, tone, mood, effect on the reader, types of imagery if applicable etc, and im really stuck, please help me i dont know where to start, im no asking you to do my homework, im just asking for youre help to atleast start this thing, im so stressed,a nd im dying here, i dont know what to do
My assigned page was page 238 of Rohinton Mistry’s Such a Long journey:
Here is the passage, if it will help

Gustad entered hesitantly and looked towards Dinshawji’s bed. The figure of the woman he expected to see, seated in vigil, was missing. He gazed absently upon the rows of sleeping patients, heard their breathing and snores. And if I did not know Dinshawji is gone, he would also have the sleeping look. Strange feeling. To stand beside his bed, and he cannot see me. Unfair advantage. As though I am spying on him. But who knows? Maybe Dinshu is the one with the advantage, spying from Up There. Laughing at me. The straight hard chair was by the bed. He had grown so used to it over the weeks. Dinshawji’s sheet rose in a sharp incline at the nether regions of the mattress. He glanced under the bed to see if the size twelve Naughty Boys were there by his trunk. Only the bedpan, its white enamel stark in the dark space. Beside it, the transparent flask-shaped urinal. Not all patients were asleep. Some watched intently, keeping an eye on this healthy one visiting after hours, when he had no business to be here. In the dim night-light of the ward their eyes focussed fearfully, drifted, then refocussed. When would it be their turn? How would it happen? And afterwards…? Down an old man’s face, tears were rolling slowly. Silently, on to the pillowcase dull white like his hair. Others were peaceful, reassured, as if they knew now that it was the simplest of things, was dying. After all, the one who had joked and laughed in their midst for several weeks had shown them how easy it was. How easy to go from warm and breathing to cold and waxen, how easy to become one of the smooth white figures in the carts outside the gates of Mount Mary. Dinshawji had been stripped of all the appurtenances with which he had clung to life. The metal stand, gaunt and coldly institutional when the saline solution bottle used to hang from it, now stood empty. Now it looked just like a wire coat-rack, harmless and domestic. The various tubes had grown in number with the passing weeks: one through the nose, two in the arms, somewhere under the sheet a catheter. All withdrawn. As if he had never been sick. Were the tubes removed carefully, the way they were inserted: skilfully, by steady hands? Or just yanked out—the useless wires of an old broken radio, like my Telerad. And then the tubes thrown away in the rubbish, like the coils and transformers and condensers littering the pavements outside the repair shops. Dinshawji dismantled. And after the prayers are said and the rituals performed at the Tower of Silence, the vultures will do the rest. When the bones are picked clean, and the clean bones gone, no proof will remain that Dinshawji ever lived and breathed. Except his memory. But after that? After the memory is lost? When I am gone, and all his friends are gone. What then? The eyes of the wakeful patients were still on Gustad. He found it disconcerting if their eyes met. So he kept looking at Dinshawji’s surgical bed. The iron frame, painted creamy white. Black in places where the paint had peeled. Three sockets for the wooden-handled crank. The first raises the head—I used to wind it when Dinshawji’s dinner arrived. Crankshafts and gears, just like my Meccano set. Second socket for the feet (I raised them once by mistake). And the third for the mid-section. Strange. Why should stomach or pelvis be higher than the rest of the body? Only one reason I can think of. And not a medical reason. Unless the interns and nurses use it for playing doctor-doctor. Wish I had thought of that earlier. To tell Dinshu. But he would have come up with a better one himself. His hospital song. O give me a home where the nurses’ hands roam… ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,’ he whispered in Dinshawji’s ear, and smiled.
3 days ago – 14 hours left to answer.

It sucks your out in the hot sun all day pushing shopping & heavy lumber carts & loading 60 & 80 pound bags of concrete all day… All you do basically is Lift Lift Lift Lift heavy stuff that customers cant…. Which really aggravates your back at the end of the day. 8 hours of this all day… Im pretty fit… But i lost about 10 pounds working out there… now i look small framed… & that sun really does a number on your skin… I don’t have no kids or bill’s but one a 350 dorm room rent.. The only problem is the job pay’s good really good & i will for sure be making 3-4 doallers less wherever i go.. But i dont care i wanna go back to school & as long as i have rent money & sum cash left over im good…i cant look for a new job yet because im always There!….i just wanna get fired that way i can get Unemployment to help me 4 a while…. I been there 2 years & have to get out… i have to go back to school or it will never get better rite so should i?
I’m 21…& have a lot off catching up on my education to do & i feel that this job is locking me out of that…it’s like it’s my career!…wake up job home….wake up job home..etc..etc…there’s no time to do nothing!!!! but eat & sleep & i only have 2 days out the week for myself…i just wanna quit & go back to school..i rather wake up every day going there then a job that’s taking me nowhere

http://www.crutchfield.com/app/cart/default.aspx

if you can’t see, it goes like this

2 JVC Arsenal CS-AW8040 10" subs
1 JVC Arsenal KS-AR7501D mono amp
1 Ported duel 10" Sound Ordinance BassBunker enclosure
Wiring
and plate frame

My main concerns are if this will sound nice together, will the amp power both subs, and will the enclosure work well with these subs?

Sorry I’m new to all of this and I’m trying to learn quickly

I’m afraid nobody on here will be able to help me, but on the off chance there is an upper level dressage rider online tonight I’ll go ahead and ask.

Ok, so I’m learning to ride a canter pirouette. My horse is a schoolmaster who knows what to do, I think sometimes he rolls his eyes and sighs at how low he’s fallen in the world to be carting around the likes of me. Anyway, here’s how my instructor introduced it to me. I start by developing a good canter on a 20m circle, then spiral in until I’m on a small volte, maybe 6-8m. On the volte, I ask for haunches-in. Then, maintaining the haunches-in, I continue spiraling in until I’m on maybe a 1m circle. The hardest part is keeping the "jump" in the canter, and making sure the horse’s outside shoulder continues to come around on the circle. If I don’t keep the horse wrapped around my inside leg, he kinda falls against my inside leg and out through the outside shoulder, we lose the bend, and it seems more like a leg yield than a haunches-in. So, I really have to concentrate on keeping my inside leg on, turning the horse’s outside shoulder from my outside rein, and keeping my weight down on my inside seatbone. It’s not easy, but I suppose that’ the point of the exercise!

Here’s the problem I’m having. It’s not entering into the pirouette, it’s coming back out of it. Once I get down to the smallest circle I can hold, I only ride 3-4 strides, then release the horse to spiral back out. But when I try to spiral back out of the pirouete (I guess technically I’m in leg yield since I maintain inside bend as I move out on the circle) my horse loses his balance. We lose the bend, he drops his back and we lose the frame, and I lose his outside shoulder. He ends up running through the outside shoulder as we wobble our way back to the rail like a drunken sailor. I’m sure the problem is 100% rider error. My horse is very well schooled, but like any horse he is always happy to take advantage of my mistakes.

So, any suggestions? I know more practice will help. I’m just learning this movement. But it seems weird that riding a pirouette comes fairly easy but leaving the pirouette proves nearly impossible! Just for some background, we manage haunches in on a straight line and half pass pretty well now. I do always struggle to keep enough impulsion and "jump" in the canter when doing anything lateral, but my horse can be very lazy and at 17 hands sometimes I just lack the core strength to keep pushing the canter forward.

There are just some people who don’t believe that black people still face discrimination, racism, or hate crimes in today’s age. They don’t think that, sometimes, those cops are wrong, and the underlying reason why that man is handcuffed and in the back seat of the patrol car is because he’s black (and therefore automatically suspected of any wrongdoing in the neighborhood).

I’m not using this as an example (really, I’m not), but, one time, my cousins (we’re all black) were walking into a store, and the elderly white woman who was heading towards her car hung on to her purse and cart for dear life because she thought we were going to rob her.

And then, these people want to say that black people "like to play the race card" whenever they think something is unfair and black people just want the upper hand. And, they also act like black people have some sort of leverage in college admissions because of affirmative action. It was always because white people had the leverage for centuries in education, as well as almost every other aspect of society) that affirmative action exists. And even with it, graduation rates for blacks are still lower than those for whites, and fewer blacks go on to four-year colleges (much less the prestigious ones). It’s getting better as the years go on, but that still doesn’t mean the problem doesn’t exist.

They don’t believe that sometimes black men are framed for rape and other crimes. They do believe that the reason why graduation rates are lower for black people is because they’re "less interested" in education and like to stay in the streets and never do their homework. Maybe the problem is with the education system itself. No one is reaching out to them, and some teachers are just apathetic to their struggles and difficult circumstances. There are just some teachers who don’t care about students and are happy to give that F, even when a student tries.

Anyway, yeah, why do some people act like slavery never happened? They don’t believe black people face discrimination anymore, and they think the police are always doing a good job and apprehending the right criminals. They’re quick to complain about the race card, and the object to affirmative action.

So im going to the fair in two days so i drove bye it today to see what they had for rides. My friends told me they didnt have the zipper this year which is my favorite. i seen this new ride that was about the same size as the sky diver with what looked to be zipper carts. and since the zipper isnt there this year could this be a new version? it was just a plain old circle frame like the faris wheel with enclosed carts clearly not a sky diver or a faris wheel. it was dark and the ride wasnt going yet but it was lit up and the "spokes" like the bicyle spoke were lit up bright blue and i couldnt make out the name could any one give me the name to what it is or a link? thanks

looking for a good online place to buy go-kart parts for a good price; i am on a budget. hopefully i get this "92 invader sprint cart frame i want. i am pretty new to the sport and plan on building one up. any help would be useful, thanks!

Well i just got a mig welder and i was interested in making a go cart, Well i dont have the money to go buy a Vertical shaft engine, so what i was thinking is, Take the motor, and transmission off a lawn mower and put a chain and sprocket system instead of belts and pulleys. and make the frame and stuff and just put the engine directly behind the seat then run a short train directly to the tranny and have the tranny right behind the engine. then just lock the spider gears and extend the shifter. what do yall think?

There are just some people who don’t believe that black people still face discrimination, racism, or hate crimes in today’s age. They don’t think that, sometimes, those cops are wrong, and the underlying reason why that man is handcuffed and in the back seat of the patrol car is because he’s black (and therefore automatically suspected of any wrongdoing in the neighborhood).

I’m not using this as an example (really, I’m not), but, one time, my cousins (we’re all black) were walking into a store, and the elderly white woman who was heading towards her car hung on to her purse and cart for dear life because she thought we were going to rob her.

And then, these people want to say that black people "like to play the race card" whenever they think something is unfair and black people just want the upper hand. And, they also act like black people have some sort of leverage in college admissions because of affirmative action. It was always because white people had the leverage for centuries in education, as well as almost every other aspect of society) that affirmative action exists. And even with it, graduation rates for blacks are still lower than those for whites, and fewer blacks go on to four-year colleges (much less the prestigious ones). It’s getting better as the years go on, but that still doesn’t mean the problem doesn’t exist.

They don’t believe that sometimes black men are framed for rape and other crimes. They do believe that the reason why graduation rates are lower for black people is because they’re "less interested" in education and like to stay in the streets and never do their homework. Maybe the problem is with the education system itself. No one is reaching out to them, and some teachers are just apathetic to their struggles and difficult circumstances. There are just some teachers who don’t care about students and are happy to give that F, even when a student tries.

Anyway, yeah, why do some people act like slavery never happened? They don’t believe black people face discrimination anymore, and they think the police are always doing a good job and apprehending the right criminals. They’re quick to complain about the race card, and the object to affirmative action.

There are just some people who don’t believe that black people still face discrimination, racism, or hate crimes in today’s age.

I’m not using this as an example (really, I’m not), but, one time, my cousins (we’re all black) were walking into a store, and the elderly white woman who was heading towards her car hung on to her purse and cart for dear life because she thought we were going to rob her.

And then, these people want to say that black people "like to play the race card" whenever they think something is unfair and black people just want the upper hand. And, they also act like black people have some sort of leverage in college admissions because of affirmative action. It was always because white people had the leverage for centuries in education, as well as almost every other aspect of society) that affirmative action exists. And even with it, graduation rates for blacks are still lower than those for whites, and fewer blacks go on to four-year colleges (much less the prestigious ones). It’s getting better as the years go on, but that still doesn’t mean the problem doesn’t exist.

They don’t believe that sometimes black men are framed for rape and other crimes. They do believe that the reason why graduation rates are lower for black people is because they’re "less interested" in education and like to stay in the streets and never do their homework. Maybe the problem is with the education system itself. No one is reaching out to them, and some teachers are just apathetic to their struggles and difficult circumstances. There are just some teachers who don’t care about students and are happy to give that F, even when a student tries.

Anyway, yeah, why do some people act like slavery never happened? They don’t believe black people face discrimination anymore, and they think the police are always doing a good job and apprehending the right criminals. They’re quick to complain about the race card, and they object to affirmative action.
Ok, Ty Lee, SIX YEARS for the Jews DOESN’T COMPARE TO THREE CENTURIES FOR BLACK PEOPLE. If you’re going to compare anything, compare blacks with Native Americans. But, just because the Holocaust happened, doesn’t mean that Jews have suffered to the same extent as black people. I know six million Jews died during the Holocaust. Did you know that TWENTY MILLION AFRICANS died just from the voyage to the Americas? AND THAT IS A LOW ESTIMATE.
And you don’t know who I am. People don’t just hand me stuff for free. I’m a straight-A student taking honors and college-level classes. I’m in the top of my class. If anyone hires me for a prestigious job, it will be because I am QUALIFIED, not because I am black. And the main reason why under-represented minorities don’t have prestigious jobs is not because they aren’t qualified—it’s because of the decades of racism embedded into the system!
Ty Lee, it wasn’t just the slave trade that blacks had to endure, either.
I was born 16 years ago, not 40 years ago. Obviously, things are getting better, but that doesn’t mean all the problems are gone. I have more opportunities than my predecessors And, I was born with a brilliant mind, so I’ve decided to use it.
Throughout human history, white people have been the most violent creatures. Don’t compare that history with street crime done by just the **few** black people in society. It is just the effect of white people’s ancestors. Did you know that white people introduced guns to Africans, and they also instigated rivalry among African tribes? What do you think happened after that? Mass genocide. More deaths.
And Ty Lee, blacks have definitely suffered more than Jews. But, I’m not the one to compare. No one should have to suffer, especially innocent people.
EDIT: We have to know HISTORY. We need to know where we came from and where we are today to know where we’re going.
Ty Lee, you are so dumb. Africans didn’t conquer most of Europe. Those Muslims—from Safavid, Ottoman, and Mughal empires—were all from Asia.
Ty Lee, did you know that Great Britain was once a "global power" that conquered almost the entire known world? It was the strongest empire. And it didn’t become that without using force.

There are just some people who don’t believe that black people still face discrimination, racism, or hate crimes in today’s age.

I’m not using this as an example (really, I’m not), but, one time, my cousins (we’re all black) were walking into a store, and the elderly white woman who was heading towards her car hung on to her purse and cart for dear life because she thought we were going to rob her.

And then, these people want to say that black people "like to play the race card" whenever they think something is unfair and black people just want the upper hand. And, they also act like black people have some sort of leverage in college admissions because of affirmative action. It was always because white people had the leverage for centuries in education, as well as almost every other aspect of society) that affirmative action exists. And even with it, graduation rates for blacks are still lower than those for whites, and fewer blacks go on to four-year colleges (much less the prestigious ones). It’s getting better as the years go on, but that still doesn’t mean the problem doesn’t exist.

They don’t believe that sometimes black men are framed for rape and other crimes. They do believe that the reason why graduation rates are lower for black people is because they’re "less interested" in education and like to stay in the streets and never do their homework. Maybe the problem is with the education system itself. No one is reaching out to them, and some teachers are just apathetic to their struggles and difficult circumstances. There are just some teachers who don’t care about students and are happy to give that F, even when a student tries.

Anyway, yeah, why do some people act like slavery never happened? They don’t believe black people face discrimination anymore, and they think the police are always doing a good job and apprehending the right criminals. They’re quick to complain about the race card, and they object to affirmative action.

For almost three years now, I have worked at the biggest and craziest supermarket where I live.
I worked as a courtesy clerk-bagging groceries, refilling the check-stands with bags, getting other supplies for the cashiers, doing service outs, helping customers shop that were injured, blind or handicapped, doing price-checks, getting carts, doing clean-ups and doing perishable go-backs.
Out of everybody who worked my position, I was made by the cashiers and front-end managers to do the most.
Courtesy clerks that were lazy or mentally handicapped would be able to get away with not doing much and disappearing.
I could never go through a shift without hearing my name called a lot.
I didn’t always mind hearing my name because I was liked by coworkers.
Coworkers that called on me but didn’t like me recognized that I was a hard-worker and reliable.
I had no benefits to this job despite belonging to a union and paying my monthly dues.
I usually just had 16 hours a week until two months ago when I a little more than 20 hours a week.
Management did not want to promote me.
There were courtesy clerks that did less than me or I helped out get promoted over me.
I had assistant managers talk down to me especially one who blackmailed me.
Some of the assistant managers even made me do stock when it’s not part of my position and a union violation.
I was recently suspended and then fired.
Nearly three full weeks ago at work, I saw a coworker who I had not seen for a week because that coworker was on vacation.
I said a comment to her jokingly which made her laugh, I then asked her about her vacation and then went back to work.
My store manager called me into the main office that night and asked me what happened.
He said some customers complained about me and were worried about my frame of mind.
I told him exactly what happened and then he told me that I would be suspended and that Human Resources would have to "investigate me".
The comment I made to my coworker had nothing to do with race, religion, sexual orientation, physical or mental disability.
I just used the "F" word.
The comment I made to my coworker was not a threat to harm anybody, myself or to destroy the place I work at.
I’ve never even assaulted anyone at this job.
I’ve never sexually harassed at this job nor have I ever called in "sick" or simply not shown up for work when scheduled nor have I ever stolen anything from this job.
The letter from Human Resources was dated on November 22nd (two weeks ago) and my last paycheck was included.
I contacted my Union representative and he could not help me out.
One of my coworkers found it funny that I got suspended.
What he did was worse than me.
Once, he told a customer,"F U."
He wasn’t reported by any customer to the store manager.
I’ve thought about going back to this job at least one more time to get some coworkers phone numbers to use as personal job references.
I only have a few of my coworkers numbers so far.
This is the only job that I have been suspended and fired at.
I’m more depressed right now than angry about losing my job even though I knew the longer I stayed there that it was dead-end for me.

My husband and I are TTC and I know I am putting the cart before the horse here…buuutttt…I REFUSE to have an epidural. And this might be a problem as my husband weighed almost 10lbs (as he is a VERY large man) and I am tall but have very narrow hips…I am not incredibly skinny but I am small framed and tall.

So, what happens if I refuse an epidural when an emergency C Section is called for? Last time i asked this people thought I meant, I wanted a section without any drugs…but if I refuse a C Section but am okay with going under general anesthesia, will a dcotor do it? I mean seriously, what happens if I absolutely REFUSE an epidural and c section must be done?
I have severe OCD and panic about paralyzation… which can occur with an epidural…

PLEASE HELP!!!! IBEG AND SUPPLICATE YOU ALL!! CAN ANYONE HELP ME GET STARTED ON MY ORAL COMMENTARY! ILL DIE! I?
Im stuck, and I reallydont know what to do, my oral commentary is due may 14, and I have no idea what to do:( I need to write an oral commentary on one of the pages in this book called Such a Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry, and I have no clue how to start it at all, we are supposed to make internal connections, take about rhetorical schemes, poetic devices, tone, mood, effect on the reader, types of imagery if applicable etc, and im really stuck, please help me i dont know where to start, im no asking you to do my homework, im just asking for youre help to atleast start this thing, im so stressed,a nd im dying here, i dont know what to do
My assigned page was page 238 of Rohinton Mistry’s Such a Long journey:
Here is the passage, if it will help

Gustad entered hesitantly and looked towards Dinshawji’s bed. The figure of the woman he expected to see, seated in vigil, was missing. He gazed absently upon the rows of sleeping patients, heard their breathing and snores. And if I did not know Dinshawji is gone, he would also have the sleeping look. Strange feeling. To stand beside his bed, and he cannot see me. Unfair advantage. As though I am spying on him. But who knows? Maybe Dinshu is the one with the advantage, spying from Up There. Laughing at me. The straight hard chair was by the bed. He had grown so used to it over the weeks. Dinshawji’s sheet rose in a sharp incline at the nether regions of the mattress. He glanced under the bed to see if the size twelve Naughty Boys were there by his trunk. Only the bedpan, its white enamel stark in the dark space. Beside it, the transparent flask-shaped urinal. Not all patients were asleep. Some watched intently, keeping an eye on this healthy one visiting after hours, when he had no business to be here. In the dim night-light of the ward their eyes focussed fearfully, drifted, then refocussed. When would it be their turn? How would it happen? And afterwards…? Down an old man’s face, tears were rolling slowly. Silently, on to the pillowcase dull white like his hair. Others were peaceful, reassured, as if they knew now that it was the simplest of things, was dying. After all, the one who had joked and laughed in their midst for several weeks had shown them how easy it was. How easy to go from warm and breathing to cold and waxen, how easy to become one of the smooth white figures in the carts outside the gates of Mount Mary. Dinshawji had been stripped of all the appurtenances with which he had clung to life. The metal stand, gaunt and coldly institutional when the saline solution bottle used to hang from it, now stood empty. Now it looked just like a wire coat-rack, harmless and domestic. The various tubes had grown in number with the passing weeks: one through the nose, two in the arms, somewhere under the sheet a catheter. All withdrawn. As if he had never been sick. Were the tubes removed carefully, the way they were inserted: skilfully, by steady hands? Or just yanked out—the useless wires of an old broken radio, like my Telerad. And then the tubes thrown away in the rubbish, like the coils and transformers and condensers littering the pavements outside the repair shops. Dinshawji dismantled. And after the prayers are said and the rituals performed at the Tower of Silence, the vultures will do the rest. When the bones are picked clean, and the clean bones gone, no proof will remain that Dinshawji ever lived and breathed. Except his memory. But after that? After the memory is lost? When I am gone, and all his friends are gone. What then? The eyes of the wakeful patients were still on Gustad. He found it disconcerting if their eyes met. So he kept looking at Dinshawji’s surgical bed. The iron frame, painted creamy white. Black in places where the paint had peeled. Three sockets for the wooden-handled crank. The first raises the head—I used to wind it when Dinshawji’s dinner arrived. Crankshafts and gears, just like my Meccano set. Second socket for the feet (I raised them once by mistake). And the third for the mid-section. Strange. Why should stomach or pelvis be higher than the rest of the body? Only one reason I can think of. And not a medical reason. Unless the interns and nurses use it for playing doctor-doctor. Wish I had thought of that earlier. To tell Dinshu. But he would have come up with a better one himself. His hospital song. O give me a home where the nurses’ hands roam… ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,’ he whispered in Dinshawji’s ear, and smiled.

hey guys, coudl someone explain these to me in SIMPLE terms? it’s high school physics, so i’m not looking for anything too coplex, i just have a terrible teacher.

1. A cart with initial velocity 0.0 m/s rolls down an inclined plane that is 12.7 m long. The cart takes 6.5 s to reach the bottom of the incline.
a. What is the cart’s acceleration as it rolls down the incline?
b. What is the cart’s final velocity as it reaches the bottom of the incline?

2. A jet flies due north at 125 m/s. A crosswind blows due east at 30. m/s. Determine the angle at which the jet ends up going and its final velocity.

3. A man is crossing a river in a rowboat. He starts out perpendicular to the shore but ends up at an angle of 34 degrees downstream of the perpendicular path and with a speed of 2.7 m/s. What is the man’s rowing speed, and what is the river’s flow speed?

4. A picture hangs on a wall by a wire that forms a 24 degrees with the top of the frame. The tension on the wire is 88.0 N. What is the picture’s weight?

thank you guys so much in advance!

i am making a small 3 wheeled craft using old bike frames, and bike tires. all told i’m expecting about a 120 pound cart, powered by front wheel drive (tadpole design – 2 wheels in front, one wheel steering in back). say a max of 200 lb rider (just to be safe)

i’d like to go electric. i wonder what would the optimum brushless dc motor be for this vehicle to reach speeds of around 50 mph? (what HP, what RPM rating… all the other electric stuff like amperage)

also, what would the best batteries be to operate this craft for around two hours? (i’m mostly looking for the electrical stuff. i’ll figure out what type of battery, but the electrical numbers and stuff are a little rough to figure)

k so i have a project due tomorrow and i need some help. i have to make a cart that stops on a dime (the middle of the cart has to stop on the dime). i have the basics of the cart (frame) but i need to find a creative idea to make it stop after it roles down a 1 m ramp and travels 3 m. i already have the string idea (but thats the final idea i can go with) any idea on a stopping mechanism? thanks(:

p.s no i can not make the cart 3m long lol that is not allowed (:
maybe an idea that involves a mouse trap? idk :/