How Do I Add Fuel To My Tiki Torch And Safety Instructions
Follow the steps that come with your particular tiki torch, or if you don’t have them follow these regular suggestions. Of course, be sure to follow the directions that come with your particular tiki lamp – different tiki torches may have different suggestions as to how to fill them.
1. Do not fill past line marked on bottle. 2. Never use gasoline, kerosene, or other inflammable fuel. 3. Screw flame guard and wick assembly back onto fuel container. 4. Do not over tighten. 5. Place bottle into torch. Fill up your torch to the fill line (if there is no fill line, be sure to leave at least half an inch between the top of your tiki torch fuel and the top of the lamp). Screw the flame guard and wick back on. The above is just a general suggestion. However, one thing that is important to remember is to only use approved tiki torch fuel in your torches – never use kerosene, gasoline, or any other flammable material (unless recommended by the tiki torch manufacturer).
Keep your fuel supply securely stored. When you’re actively using your tiki torches, fuel and flame will naturally be in close nearness. Absent that, keep flame safely away. Your jug of tiki torch oil should be stored in a cold, dry, well circulate air location. Don’t keep it in your house. Similarly, if you own propane tiki torches keep your extra propane tanks outside, well away from your home and in a fresh or sheltered location.
Always put out your tiki torches when you expect them to be unattended for extended periods. Running inside to take another 6 pack for the cooler is all right. But if you’ve said your farewells to your last guests and are planning to turn in, don’t just leave your torches unattended to flame out. Not only is it a waste of tiki torch oil or propane, but an open and unattended flame is just an open and unattended invitation for tragedy.
Keep a chemical fire extinguisher handy. I consider a fire extinguisher a home safety necessary but it is entirely critical item to have on hand if you entertain with tiki torches. Don’t rely on your faithful hose. Water will only spread tiki torch oil without extinguishing the flame and compound an already terrible condition. A chemical fire extinguisher is the only good alternative.
About the Author
Your outdoor gatherings will never be the same after you set up tiki torches and create some beautiful atmosphere. Additionally, numerous models of home decor and outdoor decor items like curtain rods and outdoor tiki torches for your home or restaurant.
What do you use to weld aluminum?
I am modifying my air intake on my car and need to re-weld some pieces together, Ive never welded before, and dont have a welder. Can I use one of those torch welders? Or do I need one of those MIG of TIG or whatever they are called.
Well, when I was in school, with Arc Welding we used a rod that was for welding aluminum. But I tell you this: if you have never welded, I would not want to learn how to do it with car pieces. Its not simple like just drawing a line. You have to know what voltages to use on the welder for what kinds of metal, and how to melt the metal and weld a good bead.
If you need welding done, have it done by a professional.
(i) broaching the membranous skin of reality
The general consensus taken amongst J’s brain cells indicated that he should have not taken the Special K. And yet they yielded to the glassy inverted heart as it fell from the dropper and onto the tongue. The cells shifted in form and colour. They altered in vibrative rhythm. They back of the neck, which – due to the Special K – put the animal promptly to sleep. He also noticed the presence of some well placed tiki torches topped with smoking dung.
“Hail the gods of the sky, the sea and the earth!” said Ensign Hot Karl as some sort of greeting.
Ensign Karl stood respectively in tight leather and bulging pants, looking like a sculpture by Tom of Finland and spray painted with a fake tan.
“May they appease us,” said J unexpectedly and added, “robjob naber or something.”
“Fuck. I’m really out of my depth now,” he thought.
His number two, Assistant P.A. Crystal, entered through whooshing doors and was holding a clipboard. J recognised her immediately as Jemima Suckworthy, the immortal and defaced sex queen he had wristed-off to on many an occasion. Jemima looked like a hot fuck; wild and crazy. Air hostess with a cock in her mouth and gun to her head. Yow! She must have wanted to go mainstream with her acting career at some point and this was the pitiful result. Nevertheless, she looked fetching in her black leather jacket zipped to the neck and microskirt. He could see the tops of her suspenders.
J looked at the large screen of the bridge. It appeared to show their travel through space, the stars represented by tiny ping-pong balls flecked with black ink. They passed slowly by.
Momentarily, the Special K had transformed the upper part of J’s body into a Lego man. He held the curved fingerless yellow hand to his face and laughed uncontrollably. Tiny yellow Lego blocks fell out of his mouth as he did so. He could barely see out of the solid black dots on his face. The harsh studio globes sitting on rods above his head began to melt. They dripped like a glowing hot white glass onto his shoulders. Jemima smiled and her tongue was a tubular garbage bag tied into sections with red string. A little hole burnt open at the end of the bag and a thin red tail poked through, flicking about. He grabbed the tiny tail, which broke off at the stump in his fingers. He lit up the tail and started smoking it. Tiny purple dots on it glowed as he inhaled. Jemima tilted her head and smiled. He eyes turned almond-shaped and reptilian. J’s head expanded to the size of the bridge, actors pushed against the wall in avoidance of potentially deadly nasal and ear hairs. His body detached from his head, the clean break at the neck like plasticine being pulled apart. From the soft neck stump grew a new head. It was a curved, moist train engine with Jemima’s reptilian eyes instead of lights. The little wheels fell of the train, rolled along the floor and started a commune.
“Interesting,” said the new head in a series of toots.
The old head was suspended in place by the walls of the set. In their cramped surroundings, the crew seemed nonplussed and went about their work. From out of the old head’s ears emerged sinewy mechanical arms. One was mounted with a saw and the other with a pair of pincers. The saw made a vertical cut above the nose of the old head. Blood spattered the walls of the set and the old face. A yellow sac of pulsating fluid fell out of the cut and lolled around on the floor. The new head’s tongue, which was made of brown seat leather, poked out of its grating and licked J’s hands. His body climbed up the face and into the weeping cut. The saw and pincers made a little clapping motion. The body pushed apart the jagged skull doors and slid into the claustrophobic purple and pink wormy brain matter. The train engine head rubbed up against the intestinal slime of the brain, some of it made of yellow plastic. It took some time to make its way to the centre. It encountered a large brown bullet on the way. It was lodged and un-detonated. The body entered a small circular room in the centre of J’s brain. It was entirely black. The rectangular tabs of Mono that lined it were marked with tiny decimals. One was marked ‘00000.1.’ A mixing desk that was completely black took up most of the space of the room. Empty and well-worn black leather chairs sat in front of it. The desk was topped with a musty glass pane. Behind it was a minuscule recording studio, housing mic stands and leads made out of black nerve endings. The nerve endings pointed, as if forever, to a three tiered rotisserie holding a number of black pies. The body sat in one of the seats and played with the black sliding buttons of the mixing desk. As he slid one of the buttons up, the volume of the voice inside J’s head rose. This track was the command to kill Germy. The body listened to every track with intrigued tooting. He slid every button up, one at a time, and created a massive cacophony. The layers of tracks spoke to the body:
Track Three: “Take lots of drugs.”
Track Four: “Re-form your crappy band.”
Track Eight: “Act like a wanker sometimes.”
Track Twelve: “Break out of prison.”
Track Fifteen: “Violate a corpse.”
Track Eighteen: “Find Ree-Land.”
Track Nineteen: “Say ‘fuck’ and variations thereof... a lot.”
Track Twenty-One: “Drink more booze.”
Track Twenty-Two: “You love Mary Sinthasomphone.”
Track Twenty-Five: “Make self referential jokes.”
Track Twenty-Seven: “Dance in a circle dressed as a Smurf.”
Track Twenty-Eight: “Read more Hernandez-Prize.”
Track Twenty-Nine: “You think you’re in a sci-fi TV show.”
Track Thirty: “Ben Lee is a musical genius.”
Each track ran in an eternal loop, running in multiple reel-to-reel tape decks concealed in the walls.
The body tried to slide the only red button that controlled Track Sixteen. It exerted all of its energy into moving the button but it wouldn’t budge. The body stepped back and looked at the panel that lead from the desk to the floor. Aligned with the red button was a ribbed socket. The body could barely see the complicated series of intertwining chrome parts at the back of the socket. J’s body decided that the best thing to do was to unzip and insert its penis into the socket. He thrust slowly at first, moving the red button a smidgen. It could barely hear what was being said. The black pies rotated a little faster. He started thrusting madly away at the socket, moving the button a little further up its rut. The volume rose. The pies moved in a blur. The body leaned back with its lights closed.
Track Sixteen: “You will be involved with the Bowel Tactics Commission, the Bolivian Goat Army and the three demons. They will all feed you a bunch of horseshit. You will be distracted by their tales of subterfuge and power. They all want Mono100. They all seek the absolute power that you seek. You will go along with this. The Compliance Program installed in you was the result of an experiment undertaken with wild horses in order to avoid the breaking-in process. This resulted in mutated genetics that made the horses become more intelligent and many of them gained the power of speech. Your father has passed a version of this program onto you. Who created these mutant horses is still unknown to you. You may transgress this programming if the circumstances are right. This strand of your DNA is to remain silent. It is created to remain a subliminal command, like those found on bad Heavy Metal records. Security systems have been implemented to activate if you breach the silence of this program.”
J’s body was spent juicily. He withdrew from the socket, but the window of the studio had shattered, a pie had broken through the glass. It flew into the new head’s jaw. On it was written in white icing: “You are going to forget all that you have learnt if you eat this pie.”
The new head could not resist. It chewed away on the black fruit mince with its black sultanas and black sugar and black apple. All memory of the red button melted away with each bite of the treat.
J’s body closed its eyes as black weevils dropped from the ceiling on gossamer threads. Everything that had just been described happened again in reverse order up until the mentioning of ping-pong balls.
They passed slowly by.
(ii) destruction and the insemination of death
The crew stared at J, who was for a moment frozen in his own thoughts. His body had become what it was when he entered the scene. A small Zimbabwean man, whom J recognised as Ensign Tamagotchi, spun around in his spinning chair.
“Captain!” Tamagotchi exclaimed, “there’s a Grongorgan ship about thirteen pentilics from the Claymore. What course of action shall we take?”
J watched what looked like an egg carton painted blue with orange pipe cleaners hanging shakily on the monitor. J plopped down on the Captain’s chair, brought the knuckle of his forefinger to his chin and pretended to think deeply.
“Captain?” asked Jemima.
J stood up and raised his arms in the air. The seams burst at his biceps and veins raised in his neck.
“DESTROY THEM!” he commanded dramatically.
“But sir,” said Tamagotchi, “section eighty-two of the Pagan Star Fleet Convention clearly states that the rules of engagement are dictated by the oncoming fire of the enemy and…”
“DESTROY ENSIGN TAMAGOTCHI!” yelled J.
“Ooh!” yelled Tamagotchi as he spun back to his control panel, “I think those bastards just tried to broadside us!”
“DESTROY THEM!” repeated J.
“Too late, Captain!” exerted Navigator Bitchfuckinghead, “collision will occur in six seconds!”
The two ships bumped together, swung back a little, and bumped again before dropping out of shot.
There was pandemonium in the bridge as everything shook. The ship was plummeting. The crew clung to anything available. The pigs were slightly upset. J fell on his arse and laughed inappropriately. The two ships crash landed – only metres apart – on a small pink planet.
J rose to his feet and scanned the bridge. Lots of dust. A couple of small electrical fires. Crew strewn in all directions. The tiki torches were, fortunately, still operational.
“Is everyone alright?” asked J.
The crew, though a little battered, answered affirmatively.
“Bugger,” he said softly to himself.
Jemima had ripped the upper part of her stocking, revealing a section of her labia majora. J was momentarily distracted. Her almond eyes were fine as she stood up and adjusted her microskirt.
J’s top was ripped strategically to reveal his left nipple. He was in a rage that seemed forced and hammy.
“Let’s go and kill those Gorgan motherfuckers!” he exclaimed with unlimited passion.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Gorgorans!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Gregorians!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Grappledons!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Googlebuns!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Grabarsegoodons!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Gromulans!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill the Bluketards!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill Hi-5!” yelled J.
“Grongorgans, sir,” corrected Tamagotchi.
“Kill Ensign Tamagotchi!” yelled J.
“KILL THE GRONGORGANS??” yelled Tamagotchi, “AYE AYE, SIR!!”
“Let us prepare for battle!” directed J.
The battle preparation involved the two hundred plus crew donning animal skins with part of the head intact and red noses in honour of Galactic Red Nose Day and gathering in the dome-shaped silver battle preparation room. They danced in an anti-clockwise throng around an artificial fire as tribal drums piped through the surround speakers. A well preserved dead horse that dangled from the ceiling had its legs pulled in different directions by ropes. Its belly gave forth a shower of animal fat and confectionary. In a frenzy, the crew danced and smeared themselves with the fat. J noticed that he was the only one who dry-reached a little as he did this. The crew reached a higher level of bloodthirsty apoplexy. Jemima approached J amongst the baying crew.
“Captain?” she asked coyly.
“Yes, Assistant P.A. Suckw... I mean Crystal?”
“If we don’t get through this...”
“Yes?”
“I just want you to know...”
“Yes?”
“I just want you to know...”
“Yes?”
“It’s just that... I want you to know...”
“Yes? Go on.”
“I want you to know that I can lactate at will.”
“Hubba hubba!” said J as he poked his tongue out and flapped his arms like a chicken. He stopped this when he noticed he had a pube in his mouth. He didn’t know whose it was and he tried to spit it out.
“ONWARD TO BATTLE!” he declared.
The doors of the dome opened and the crew poured onto the fibreglass-like surface of the planet. The Grongorgan ship sat; canted and smoking disproportionate smoke. The crew watched the ship with anticipation and a titanium will. Eventually the front doors of the ship opened, making one of the pipe cleaners fall off. An army of cute, furry, and short anime characters emerged with their pointy ears and big, emotive eyes. They were individually coloured pink, yellow, and powder blue. They giggled and waved. Some closed their eyes and giggled with their paws over their mouths.
“Googabootchi!” greeted a number of them.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said J, a little deflated.
“Just say the word, Captain,” said Tamagotchi.
“Well at least they’re not Zygons,” said J, “they creep the fuck out of me.”
“Same here,” said Ensign Hot Karl.
“Me want huggie!” said one of the Grongorgans as it hopped up and down.
“This is fucked,” said J, “these things are, like, cutie... jumpy... fluffy... Jappy... stupid... things.”
Suddenly all of the Grongorgans’ eyes turned red and the barrels of machine guns sprung out of their palms.
“All your base are belong to us!” said the Grongorgans in unison as they mowed down twenty of the crew with machine gun fire.
“Ooh shit!” yelped J.
“Just say the word,” encouraged Tamagotchi.
“FORWARD!” commanded J.
As the ranks of the crew thrust about him, J added: “Oh and uh... take your phasers off ‘stun,’ okay? Yep? Got that? Okay?”
And thus begun the bloody clash between the humans and the Grongorgans on the planet Batharrrrr. The battle raged under a technicolour sunset dotted with cotton wool clouds. ‘Another Body Murdered’ rang enthusiastically in J’s head as he shot one Grongorgan after another. Luckily the crew sported bulletproof armour and iron red noses to deflect much of the fire. The only exception to the dress code was that mooning ponce, (the “real”) Zonar. His head blew apart into a thousand pieces as he was adjusting his cape. After five minutes and many casualties, the ammunition of both sides had run out. A hundred men were left on each side to battle each other with pieces of bone from some massive animal they had found strewn about the set. When no one was looking, J stabbed Ensign Tamagotchi in the back of the head and kicked his dying body. He then slashed away at the faces of the enemy; nose cartilage and skull flying in all directions. One Grongorgan was jumping happily on the corpse of one of J’s men. This enraged J even more, causing more seams in his outfit to burst. He fiercely head-butted one of the cute things and wrenched its arm off. The sound of screaming and twisted sinew echoed into the evening. He stomped on the face of one of them until the brain matter was lubricating the chunky sole of his boot. He slashed away at necks and created fountains of gore, elements of which he licked off his face. He reached into their chests and pulled out their hearts, holding them aloft as an offering to the gods. He broke their legs and let them crawl away for a little bit before beating their heads with an ancient femur. J saw Jemima bite one of their noses off and spit it out with great pleasure. The battle had rapidly become a massacre. J noticed this as there were few Grongorgans left alive. He was wrenching the little teeth out of one of their mouths as it pleaded in broken mercy. As things settled down, they rounded up the surviving Grongorgans and tied them – blindfolded – to giant tibias embedded in the ground. They were shot at point blank, their brains spilling onto the ground and fluff bursting into the air. A mass grave was dug and hundreds of cute corpses were dropped into it with the aid of the Claymore’s mini-dozers. As they packed the dirt over the grave, J urinated on it with a fist raised high.
“Let us never speak of this again!” he declared as he zipped up.
“Definitely,” said one crew member, pumping the last of his semen into the anus of a dead Grongorgan with pins in its eyes.
The corpse had retained a creepy smile.
Jemima, inflicted with only a few superficial wounds, ran up to J.
“Thank the gods that your labia majora is alright,” said J.
“Thanks to your guidance and... inner beauty,” she said with a glow in her face you could toast marshmallows with.
“I’m only a man,” said J as he narrowed his eyes and dramatically turned his head to the sunset in the east.
The frame pulls back to reveal the surviving crew leaping up and down in celebration. They whoop and wave bloodied bones in the air. Close-up of a bloody blue paw emerging from the mass grave.
“Huggie...” is said softly, muffled by the soil.
A vinyl boot crushes the hand.
(iii) an exquisite celebration in the name of the gods
The celebratory orgy had begun in the battle preparation room. Crew lay on their stomachs and ate the remains of their fallen comrades. Ensign Tamagotchi was served with a combination of tarragon and basil. After the feast, the Roman showers commenced. Naked men standing in clusters of three vomited on another naked man on his haunches. Naked women standing in clusters of three vomited on the stripped bones of Ensign Tamagotchi. Vomit pours on erect penises and clamped-open anuses. Vomit is transferred via transparent plastic tubes from women into the noses of masturbating men. Vomit slides between the joints of an Escheresque tableaux of intertwined limbs and torsos. Crouching on the table like a centrepiece, Ensign Hot Karl ejaculated onto a brain soufflé that the children hungrily devoured. He then took a steaming dump into the punch. One person devoured this. A couple made love in the descended cavity of the dead horse. J watched the festivities on a monitor in the bridge. The image glitched for a second and new images ghosted over it, transforming into the scene of a rock’n’roll show that included a man with an enormous head and many sheep. Jemima held his hand and sat with him. One of the pigs shat on the floor. Jemima suggested that they retire to the Captain’s quarters.
J was impressed by his quarters. They were spacious and housed a rotating queen-size bed with a leopard skin doona. J took a drink of Grongorgan blood mixed with vodka and watched Jemima slip off her top. Her full breasts spilled out, her large nipples erect and surrounded by sensual goose bumps. She turned away from J and bent over, accentuating her ripe buttocks through her tights. She fell backwards onto the bed and took off the rest of her clothes. She hooked her ankles behind her neck and spread a warm vagina that dripped with juices. J undid his pants and let out a steaming, veiny erection. He held his buttock with his left hand and masturbated with his right. Jemima licked her fingers and stroked her clitoris. It was red with passion. She stuck a forefinger, lubricated with her juices, into her anus. She was able to suck her own nipple, erotically bringing it to the form a pink tower. She screeched and jerked her head as she brought herself to orgasm. She unlocked a foot and brought it J’s mouth. He hungrily licked at the toes of this beautiful woman. She stroked his cock with the other foot. J slid on top of her and their tongues met, intertwining. He licked her neck and teased her earlobe with his teeth. Her groin pushed up to his thigh in pleasure. He stroked her clit with a gentle ferocity. Her juices dripped on his fingers. She cradled his scrotum in her hand and tugged at the skin playfully. This caused a pearl of pre-cum to form at the head of J’s penis. He buried his face in her breasts and ran his fingers over her massive nipples. She groaned in pleasure and started masturbating again. He licked her armpits as he gently moved her legs over his shoulders. He entered her wet vagina and started thrusting. The veins in his penis stimulated the walls of her vagina, bringing her to a new level of ecstasy. He rubbed her clit in a circular motion and she ground her pelvis in the opposite direction. On his knees, he pumped away like a shotgun. She brought her feet to either side of her head and J stood up and fucked her like a rabid lion. She came and rolled over to suck his penis. She dragged her tongue along the veins, inciting more pre-cum. She cradled his cock in his low-hanging balls and consumed both meat and veg like a hotdog. While swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, she grasped one of his nipples. He sighed in deep pleasure. She moved her tongue down his scrotum and into his anus. He could barely hold back. She rimmed him like an empty ice cream cone. He started masturbating as she did this. They flipped into a sixty-nine position and started rimming each other. He reached for his phaser and set it for ‘fun.’ He gently entered her anus with the phaser and let it vibrate, the rings on the barrel glowing with a soft blue. She came almost immediately. He was trussed and hanging from the ceiling. She was fucking herself with a champagne bottle and putting out cigarettes on his chest. He started expelling urine and she took it in her mouth. She cut small swathes in his cock with a Stanley knife and licked the blood. He punched her in the face with brass knuckles. She started having her period and he sucked her blood out like a leech. They were writhing in blood. She urinated in his mouth and he farted. He put his fist into her anus and pummelled away until he felt the warm flow of blood. She put a pair of scissors into his anus and saw blood pour down the handles. She hit him in the teeth with a billy club. He fucked her mouth and made her vomit. He ate the vomit and then vomited into her mouth. He rummaged through the rubbish and found a used tampon to re-insert into her vagina. She cut part of his earlobe with the scissors. He came on his own face with a massive geyser and drank the wretched semen. She re-hooked her feet behind her neck and took a massive dump in his mouth. He ate the shit and punched her. He vomited the shit back into her mouth. She came. She sliced off part of his glans penis with the Stanley knife and put it into his mouth. He took a bone from the body of Ensign Tamagotchi and forced it into her ear. She came. She stretched his mouth as far as she could and spat on his tongue. They started to shit in each other’s mouths again and she put her shit in his anus. He came. He started to cut away at her chest with a knife. Blood flowed in all directions, saturating the splendour of the Captain’s quarters. She expelled more blood from her vagina in the ultimate expression of pleasure. He urinated blood into her vagina. An apocalypse of yellow stars ran through his face. Blue tentacles fell from the ceiling and the rush of a pleasant summer’s day lit up the synapses of the two lovers. Their organs joined in the form of an eclectic chimera. They imagined a long snout jerking out of the dirt and baying; nostrils vibrating. He felt the newly born evolve in her womb, an alternate reality clone. Blood vessels ignited with the fire of life. Nerve endings in teeth became sentient. A scab flipped open and a bright blue maggot crawled from under it. A building fell and a million green plastic toy soldiers exited and danced with the debris. Deep within the viscera of her chest he burnt his finger on the filament. It glowed with a sharp orange. He had to follow it. Her face was frozen and her mouth was a giant ‘O’ of ecstasy. Her almond eyes frizzled and popped. He loved her. He bid her farewell. He grasped, hand over hand, the filament through her throat and out of her mouth into a fresh sky with benign clouds and dozens of green hummingbirds. Just beyond the now withering parchment of this sky lay reality and the realisation that he, a being of the future and past, would find himself on the street and in need of accommodation.
About the Author
Kafe Gavani is the debut novel by Edgar J Barrett and is serialized online at www.kafegavani.com.
If one were to make a KKK outfit out of a sheet and pillow cases...?
...and stand by a highway at night, with a flaming torch and a 13 loop noose, is it a hate crime or protected speech? I had a crazy friend who did this Ca. 1992. He was always committing shocking pranks.
A 13 round wrap noose is Illegal to have in most states, the linen if he did not steal it is OK, The torch may be in violation of some open air burning law, Standing by a Highway depends here also, you can't stand on an interstate or tool road..
If he is standing in Detroit, he won't be long, In West Virginia, Sen. Harry Byrd (D) will bring him dinner and stand beside him and show him how a real Klansman will do it.
adidas to Outfit More Than 100000 Volunteers, Officials, Technical Staff and Global Torch-Bearers at the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games
How to Solder Using Silver Solder and a Butane Torch
The technique of soldering is an essential part of jewellery making and not as intimidating or difficult as beginners often think. Silver solder is used to make findings such as jump rings more secure or to hold pieces of the jewellery in place within a design, so a little practice will ensure that your final result is as professional and as clean as possible.
Silver solder comes in various different grades, each defined by their particular melting point. 'Ex-easy' and 'easy' are probably the best types to work with as they have the lowest melting temperature. But do be aware that if you are working with sterling silver findings the solder you use will have to conform to the same hallmarking standards as the findings, so you will need to use sterling silver solder.
Working with butane torches can be intimidating at first, as you are working with a high temperature tool. So safety precautions must be taken before you begin work. Ensure that your work surface is heat resistant, that you wear safety goggles in case impurities in the solder or findings cause the liquid solder to 'spit' and that you have a small fire extinguisher to hand. It is also important to make sure that your work area is well ventilated. Small butane torches are similar to the ones used in kitchens for making crème brulee and are perfect for small soldering jobs such as closing jump rings, attaching charms to bracelets or adding the clasps to necklaces. Apart from your butane torch and gas supply, you will need flux, an annealing pan, a charcoal block, pickle (vinegar is ideal), a pickle pot and tongs. An optional extra, which can be extremely useful, is what is commonly known as a 'helping' or 'third' hand. This is a tabletop tool that has crocodile clamps that can be angled to hold your work in place, leaving both your hands free to work.
Before you begin soldering, ensure that the piece you are working on is spotlessly clean with no grease or dust on the surface. This can be done using warm water and a mild detergent. Also ensure that the seams you are about to solder fit together tightly and if there are any gaps file or sand the piece and adjust it until the seams are tight.
Place the charcoal block in the annealing pan. Charcoal reflects heat, giving you a surface for soldering on safely. Use the 'helping' hand to hold your piece firmly in position over the block or lay the piece directly onto the charcoal block surface. Apply flux to the area you wish to solder. Flux is a chemical cleaning agent that removes any silver oxide from the surface of the finding and also allows the silver solder to flow freely when heated.
Silver solder comes in two types, but the most common type used with butane torches is a thin sheet of solder that can be cut with snips into the appropriate size for the job. Place a very small piece of solder over the seam you wish to join. The sticky flux also acts to hold the solder in place. It is now time to apply the heat from the torch so ensure that everything is in place and that you are happy with the position of the solder before you begin. Try to avoid holding the flame in one position as this can scorch the piece or even damage it, so gently move the tip of the flame over the solder until the surrounding area begins to glow. At this point the solder will liquefy and flow into the seam. Immediately remove the heat and allow the piece to cool. Once it is completely cool, place it in the pickle bath to remove any oxidation. You can then rinse the piece in a solution of water and baking soda (which neutralises the acid of the pickle bath) and polish the final piece.
If you are using gemstones in your work, remember that heat and the chemicals used in this process may affect them by removing the lustre of the surface or, in the case of some more porous gemstones, damage the stone itself. So try to avoid working too close to gemstones with butane torches or immersing them in any solutions.
About the Author
Adam Hunter - E-commerce Marketing Manager of cooksongold.com. Cookson Precious Metals offer a choice of jewellery making supplies from over 10,000 products including gold and silver solder
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This torch i was wondering if someone could telll me how good it is. Um everytime i look at the kits i cnt decide which one to get and it really annoys me so could sumone help me
have the store test it for you before you buy it or buy it try it and return it if you don't like it.
Injector Torch, Cutting Torch, and Other Metal Casting Torches Described
Oxy-fuel cutting and oxy-fuel welding can be described as the processes of using oxygen and fuel gases to either cut or weld metals. There are some striking differences between these two processes. In the first process, a cutting torch is made use of for heating ferrous metal to a temperature of around 980 degree Celsius. An oxygen stream is being trained on a hot metal that combines with iron chemically which later flows from the kerfs, or cut in the form of slag of iron oxide. In the second process, a ‘welding torch’ is made use of for welding metals.
Torches that burn the inside fuel with air (atmosphere) cannot be termed as oxy-fuel torches. They stand out owing to the use of single tank. This is because oxy-fuel cutting/welding requires oxygen, fuel, and two tanks. It’s not possible to melt some of the metals with single-tank torches. Hence, these torches can be used for brazing and soldering, but not for welding. A metal-cutting torch is better known as hot blue spanner, blue wrench, hot wrench, smoke wrench, and gas-axe.
Types of Torches: The torch can be defined as the part held and manipulated by the welder to get the weld made. It possesses a valve and connection for oxygen and the same things for fuel gas, a handle to obtain the grip, an integrating chamber (angularly set) where there occurs a mixing of oxygen and fuel gas, with a tip where formation of flame takes place. The fuel gases used along with oxygen include propylene, propane, hydrogen gas, MAPP gas, Liquefied Petroleum Gas (LPG), and the most widely used is acetylene.
Injector Torch: It can be defined as an archetypal oxy-fuel torch, also known as an equal-pressure torch. It carries out the mixing of mere two gases. The injector torch operates in such a way that high pressure oxygen comes out of the tiny nozzle present in the Torch Head, and the fuel gas gets dragged towards it via the venturi effect.
Rose-bud Torch: The use of this torch is to carry out the heating of metals for straightening, bending, etc. It is generally used where a huge area requires heating. It produces a rose-bud shaped flame at the end, hence the name. This torch can carry out the function of heating small areas like rusted bolts and nuts as well. However, here, filler rod won’t be used with torch.
Cutting Torch: The head of the cutting torch is used for cutting metal. Its identification details are as follows: The inside of the torch consists of a combination of oxygen and acetylene. It helps in producing flame of a high temperature. It consists of 3 pipes going to a nozzle at 90 degree. It also contains an oxygen-blast trigger which blasts away the material during its cutting by the way of providing oxygen.
Welding Torch: The welding torch consists of either 1 or 2 pipes running towards the nozzle without oxygen-blast trigger. As the name suggests, it performs the function of welding.
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Gas Law Stoichiometry: imagine that you have a 6.00 L gas tank and a 4.50 L gas tank..?
Imagine that you have a 6.00 L gas tank and a 4.50 L gas tank. You need to fill one tank with oxygen and the other with acetylene to use in conjunction with your welding torch. If you fill the larger tank with oxygen to a pressure of 135 atm, to what pressure should you fill the acetylene tank to ensure that you run out of each gas at the same time?
Please be careful - here is a quote from Wikipedia page on acteylene:
Due to the carbon-to-carbon triple bond, Acetylene Gas is fundamentally unstable, and will decompose in an exothermic reaction if compressed to any great extent. Acetylene can explode with extreme violence if the pressure of the gas exceeds about 200 kPa (≈39 psi) as a gas[5] or when in liquid or solid form, so it is shipped and stored dissolved in acetone or dimethylformamide (DMF), contained in a metal cylinder with porous filling (Agamassan), which renders it safe to transport and use.
There are strict regulations on the shipment of dangerous gas cylinders throughout the world. Oxy-Acetylene Welding was a very popular welding process in previous decades, however, the development and advantages of arc-based welding processes have made oxy-fuel welding nearly extinct. Acetylene usage for welding has dropped significantly. However, oxy-fuel cutting is still very popular and oxy-Acetylene Cutting is present in nearly every metal fabrication shop.
At pressures above 15 PSI the gas becomes extremely unstable, and can be ignited by shock. For use in welding and cutting, the working pressures must be controlled by a regulator, or the gas will spontaineously combust.
Some people have been injued by acetylene explosions because of its unstable nature. Most often it is caused by unregulated transfer between two gas cylnders.
Here is the link;
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acetylene
Its properties as a gas are very unusual and the normal laws of gases do not (usually) apply to acetylene.
A teak patio set, even by itself, brings class to your outdoor space. But sometimes special occasions, such as birthdays, parties, and holidays, call for extra decoration. Get ready for your summer party by selecting your decorations in coordinating colors and styles. Linens, lighting, centerpieces, chair decorations or cushions, and dishes all contribute to your theme. Extra flowers and lighting carry this same theme beyond the teak patio set out into the yard or garden. If you expect mosquitoes and other insects to present a problem, add citronella candles to your shopping list.
Table cloths and napkins can be an obvious way to carry out a color scheme. The style of linens you select will depend on the formality of your gathering. For instance, a formal party would probably call for cloth linens, whereas an informal gathering could use plastic tablecloths and paper napkins, or no tablecloths at all.
Lower or brighter lighting can affect the mood of your party. Use lanterns, strings of lights, lamps, or candles to add light and contribute to your decoration theme. Position larger light sources on side tables or edges of the patio. Smaller lights, such as tea or votive candles, can add a soft glow to your main tables.
Centerpieces should coordinate with the color of your linens and other decorations. You'll want to consider the formality of your summer party once again when designing or purchasing centerpieces. Make the centerpieces yourself, contact a florist for help, or check stores for ready-made decorations that will require little or no assembly by you. Flowers, candles, edible decorations, and candy bowls are just a few of the options you have.
Consider either chair decorations or cushions. You might be able to either buy or sew simple chair cushions that coordinate with your other linens. Alternatively, you can decorate chairs by weaving ribbon through the slats of each chair's back. You can use fabric slip covers. For a birthday party, you could attach favor bags to each seat.
Select dishes for guests seated at the teak patio set, as well as serving and appetizer dishes for buffet and side tables. Use dishes that coordinate with the linens and centerpieces. You could use traditional tableware, or choose from an array of disposable paper or plastic plates and utensils.
Remember to add other plants or flowers around the patio and back yard to carry the theme out into your surroundings. Lighting can also extend from your patio into your yard. String light on trees and bushes, or stake torches along a pathway.
Finish off by placing citronella candles around the teak patio set. These candles discourage insects from hovering around your guests and food.
Consider linens, lighting, centerpieces, chair decorations, dishes, surroundings, and mosquito control as you plan to decorate your teak patio set for a summer party. You use a unified look to create an inviting environment for your guests. Now sit back and enjoy the results of your planning and labor, as well as the pleasure of your guests.
About the Author
Rachel Dawson is a freelance writer who enjoys experimenting with different colors and textures for decorating her home. She writes about the uses of a teak patio set
for outdoor entertaining
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Why do we carry a torch for someone?
And do we really intend on setting them on fire?
yes I carry torches so I can "heat it up" not "Light it up" unless I need to "Light it up" For any time I need both.
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