I don’t know about escalators (less conspicuous branding) but I reckon most lifts in Europe are German in origin.
But it is really frustrating when you step onto one, hours pass, and you’re still not at the top.
one of my worst personal failures is the inability to memorize elevator ID plates, I cannot name the manufacturer of the lift I used a handful of times today. sorry.
(but I think Schindler elevators are quite common here, a Swiss company)
If that’s one of your worst personal failings then scheisse, Mann, du bis’n toller Gerl, eh?
all the other failures (boring, grumpy, smoker, bad music taste, etc) are mere details outshone by The Big One
In the 70s my Aunt worked in a building in Budapest which had a paternoster. It was the Népszabadság’s offices. The Hungarian Newspaper with the largest circulation which was killed off by Orban a few weeks ago.
As a 10 year old I loved the paternoster. It was incredibly slow and I spent considerable time going up and down in it. Most excitingly you could also go around on the top and bottom and watch the mechanism turn. Don’t remember it as particularly dangerous. But not sure I could watch my daughter use it. But we played in bushes in the public parks and climbed trees back in the day… and no one seemed to bat an eyelid.
The Roger Stevens Building at Leeds University had paternosters when I was there '86 - '89, but sadly they’ve been replaced. They were great fun.
Somebody send that company a dang gopro already.
All we have to do in the U.S. is guess “Otis” and we’re going to be right 95% of the time.
(made up statistic, but probably in the right ballpark)
The original article has a graphic showing how the carriages just go up and over (or down and around at the bottom) staying vertical all the time. Boring reality strikes again
There’s a Judaism thread on the BBS where you could get a better answer, but I’m using my phone and can’t (easily) find it. (Ah, here it is: https://bbs.boingboing.net/t/judaism-q-a/ I’ll link to this from there.)
But my impression is that if the paternoster is already running then it’s part of the equilibrium, so no call buttons means that nothing changes (though I’d suggest there has to be a slight change in the load, and thus electricity used, as people get on and off).
But pushing a button would start a whole process, instigating a charge/spark that wasn’t already there.
only accessible for regulars, anyone interested in this needs to read more BBS posts - the lounge is exclusively for persons without a real life
Ah, sorry, thought it was in “Dizzy” or some such.
Tell me about it. I was once stuck on one overnight when it failed just as the mall was closing.
I see nothing wrong with this. It’s just a question that can be answered yes or no. If the other person chooses to demonstrate their ability to press the button, that’s up to them
(Edit: It occurs to me that this may be more of a Jesuit approach to the issue.)
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Electricity is not prohibited on Shabbos. –It’s the activation of a switch that’s the problem![/quote]
What about a light activated by a motion sensor? You aren’t doing anything specific to operate the light, just moving. If this is still considered to be completing a circuit, what about a motion sensor controlling a solid-state dimmer circuit? Could it be argued that current is already flowing, one is just increasing it from fully dimmed to fully on?
Related: Can one become a rabbi online? Asking for a friend.
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You mean a “Man Engine”, although I find the German name much better: “Fahrkunst”.
I once heard, via a colleague on the Internet, that Otis et al do an incredible job of covering up elevator casualties in the media, so one never hears about them, ever. I guess this is impossible to disprove.
(You can also jam a pushpin into the handrail)
Not so favorite is the recording, “Caution: the moving walkway is ending.” And yes, I know why they have it, but:
We transferred thru Midway once, and stopped for a bite to eat. The restaurant was at the end of the walkway, so the entire time we were waiting, we heard “Caution: the moving walkway is ending. Caution: the moving walkway is ending. Caution: the moving walkway is ending. Caution: the moving walkway is ending. Caution: the moving walkway is ending…” etc.
I wouldn’t thought as much of it, perhaps, if the rest of the trip had gone smoothly. I was already annoyed because our seat assignments were in the farting section.