UFO on Route 21 New Jersey

UFO on Route 21 New Jersey, 14.09.2020

On September 14th, thousands of eyewitnesses saw a UFO over New Jersey area. The UFO which was about 30 meters across and hovered over various parts of the city. People were seen on the freeways pulling their cars over to the side of the road and watching this UFO in the distance. That fact, that the event took place is obvious from all the videos currently being uploaded as we speak. Hopefully, more videos will be uploaded in the next few days.

Was a UFO spotted in New Jersey on Monday September 14th , 2020?
Or could it be the blimp scheduled to fly that same day in New Jersey

10 Awesome Inventions for Living with Snow

10 Awesome Inventions for Living with Snow

Whether your community gets only 1-inch (2.5 cm) or 24-inches (60 cm) snow can be a major impediment to getting to school, work or even just the grocery. Luckily, we’re always coming up with new ways to live with how snow and ice impact our daily routine. Here’s 10 of the best inventions for dealing with snowfall.




Who knew you could use beets to get rid of snow? With the price of rock salt rising, many communities have tried mixing sugar beet molasses with brine and calcium chloride to create a brownish, viscous blend. The beet juice is leftover from the process of refining beets for their sugar and pulp. The potassium acetate in the beet juice lowers the freezing point of water in the brine, which prevents ice from bonding to the street. This makes it easier for plows to remove the slurry, saving on both labor and salt costs.



When your community isn’t experimenting with sugar beets or garlic salt, they usually turn to good old rock salt for de-icing the roads after the snow falls. Salt contains sodium and chloride which reacts when mixed with water and oxidizes into air. This helps melt the existing snow and ice, while also acting as an abrasive.

Salt is often distributed by vehicles called “Gritters.” One such vehicle is the “zero velocity salt spreader,” which releases the salt at the same speed the truck is moving. Its “zero velocity” reduces waste since the salt hits the pavement with no momentum.

In addition to getting progressively more expensive, rock salt also damages cars and bridges, while slowly polluting underground water and killing plants. It can also erode the insulation off buried cables, generating a neoprene gas that can collect and potentially explode.



The difference between “anti-icing” and “de-icing” is that the former ideally happens before snow falls. The chemicals used in this process aren’t meant to melt the snow, but rather keep it from bonding to pavement. They’re usually a liquid mixture of brine and chemicals like calcium chloride, magnesium chloride or potassium acetate. Sometimes these chemicals are used for both anti-icing and de-icing. They’re a growing trend with snow management contractors, with sugary liquid products (like beet juice) working better on heavy wet snow, while calcium or magnesium chloride work better on lighter snow.



Outside of sticking our heads out the door, how do we know when to use all these fancy anti-icing chemicals? Weather monitoring equipment and sensors provide data to something called “environmental sensor stations” (ESS). These stations take into account humidity, precipitation, wind speed and pressure. Combined with the temperature data for the air and pavement, the ESS strategize either an automatic or manual response to inclement weather. For example, the data from Road Weather Information Systems (RWIS) help decide what the anti-icing recipe should be, answering whether we should use more or less sweet beets in our anti-ice cocktails. Systems can even be integrated, so that the RWIS automatically triggers anti-icing devices on roads and bridges, preparing them for the coming snowfall.



Sometimes the simplest solution to dealing with snow is the best one. Whether you’re into steel or plastic, curved or uncurved, shovels get the job done. The problem is that if you don’t use them properly you can injure yourself or even have a heart attack. Bend your knees and don’t twist your back. Don’t go trying to impress your neighbor by launching heavy snow piles over your shoulder. Face the pile squarely and then push the shovel forward with both your arms and legs. Always turn your whole body when hefting the snow elsewhere. And take a break every once in awhile. It’s not like you splurged on a snowblower…



Arthud Sicard was a farmhand in Quebec in 1894. Part of his job was to haul milk 8 kilometers (5 miles) between his farm and the city market. His biggest problem was traversing the snow-covered roads, which often forced him back and made his valuable milk go sour. Looking to his farm’s grain thresher as inspiration, Sicard designed a similar device for snow, using rotary blades, a fan and a chute to clear the road. After 32 years of improving the invention, Sicard finally introduced his snow blower to the market and sold it to the town of Outremont. His company still produces these machines today, removing snow from one place to another the easy way.



Honestly there isn’t a lot to tell beyond the ice pick’s intended use to chisel away ice. Searching the library yields more results on lobotomies, Sharon Stone and acne than it does eliminating snow and ice. That’s probably because (like shovels) ice picks simply work on elbow grease.



You may need to use a shovel or an ice pick to get your car out of the snow, but once you do you’ll want snow tires (or even better, snow chains) to keep it on the road. An organization called the Rubber Manufacturers Association actually sets the guidelines for officially labelled snow tires. These tires ideally require rows of large grooves that start at the tire’s edge and wrap toward its center. Also, if 25% of the tire’s surface area has grooves it will getter better traction in snow. The RMA have another designation for “Severe Snow Use,” where the tire must meet requirements set by the American Society for Testing and Materials that exceed routine tire traction performance.



The original plows were pulled in Egypt and Sumeria by workers and oxen. When dealing with snow, today we hook them up to winter service vehicles, or even the front of our personal trucks. The right kind of plow can improve efficiency and expenses. Large plows may remove more snow, while smaller plows are more precise. How the plow is hitched to the vehicle is important too, as manual adjustments are time-consuming, especially when compared to the newer drop-and-go designs.



Snowmelters are machines that can thaw tons of snow. They’re fast, better for the local environment and are mostly seen in big cities with high real estate prices. This is likely to get rid of unseemly snowdrifts and the potential environmental damage of salt and anti-ice chemicals. Snowmelters work through combustion technology that creates an internal hot water tank from the snow. The water is then released by pipe into the local sewer.

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It might be looking like this is 20 % of your country were occupied by Russia

What would your country look like if Russia also occupied it by 20% ? – Designer Gigi Kadagishvili

Russia still occupies parts of Georgia. 20% of Georgia’s territory is today occupied by Russia. Creating for his design portfolio, Gigi Kadagishvili used minimalist digital maps of nearly 20 countries to shade a part of their total land area as if they were out of governmental control.





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I wished to contribute to the campaign of protesting against the Russian aggression [against Georgia]”, Kadagishvili noted.

Kadagishvili has created personal design works featuring political figures, artists and popular global brands.

ashera cat

Ashera – The Expensive $22,000 Pussy err Luxury Cat!

The Ashera is a brand new cat breed produced by Lifestyle Pets out of Willmington, Delaware. The Ashera carries a hefty price tag of $22,000 and comes with a 9-12 month waiting period before you get your hands on this high priced pussy, or you can opt for a premium placement to get your cat quicker by paying an extra $6,000.

Lifestyle Pets claims the Ashera is a hybrid of the African Serval, Asian Leopard Cat, and a domestic cat. The business of mixing cat breeds is not new and in the past several years resulted in successful breeds like the Savannah, which is a hybrid of the African Serval and a Domestic Cat (usually a Bengal). These cats are not small like your typical house cat. The Ashera, like the popular Savannah commonly reach 30 pounds, and are tall and muscular like their Serval ancestery. It is not uncommon for them to jump 7 or 8 feet in the air. But regardless of their size and exotic look, they can make amazing pets if raised inside your home as a kitten.

One of the main advantages to owning an Ashera is the fact that there is no permit required to own one, unlike trying to keep an African Serval cat. But for $22,000? That just seems way too high. Even the Savannah cat is expensive and ranges from $1500 to $7500 depending on the percentage of African Serval in their bloodline. The higher the percentage (F1) the more expensive, but an F1 contains almost twice the amount of Serval DNA as an F2. You can also obtain a pure Serval kitten for between $2,000 to $3,000 depending on where you go to get one. But….. You must acquire proper permitting from your state. Here in Florida, you are required to have 100 hours working with exotic cats and pass a state test.

In time, the Ashera will undoubtedly come down in price, but Hollywood types and hardcore cat fanciers might just want to have one of these cool looking cats no matter what the cost is. I have personally been looking into getting a Serval and can tell you that if you in the market for something exotic and different, but want something that can roam around your house without fear of eating you, one of these cats might be for you. The Savannah, Serval and appearantly the Ashera all love water and like to be walked on a leash like a dog! Imagine your neighbor’s faces when they see you walking a 30-pound cat around.

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Shed holding the frozen corpse of Bredo Morstoel

Come Meet My Grandpa, He’s Frozen in the Shed

In Nederland, Colorado, Bredo Morstoel is known as the town’s frozen Grandpa. Grandpa Bredo took his last breath in 1989, and rests in a frozen steel coffin surrounded by insulation and blanketing. The family of Grandpa Bredo has built a mausoleum, out of a shed with a picture of Bredo when he was alive.

Bredo Morstoel
Bredo Morstoel

The family has 1600 pounds of dry ice shipped and delivered once a month, costing $690.

It was a family secret until Trygve, Grandpa’s great-grandson was deported because of a disagreement about why he needed to have a green card. Grandpa’s granddaughter told a town member, “What are we going to do about the body in the backyard?” The whole town quickly found out the Grandpa Bredo was a cryogenic resident in his old work shed.

A law was passed making it illegal to keep corpses on private property, but Grandpa Bredo was grandfathered in, and that’s how he became the town’s Grandpa.

he mausoleum has become a tourist attraction for the entire town. There are even coffin races, arts and craft displays, children’s activites, a Frozen Dead Van Smash, snowshoe races, and tours to visit Grandpa. The town also has a parade for Grandpa Bredo. The whole spectale is sponsored by the Nederland Chamber of Commerce.

Shed holding the frozen corpse of Bredo Morstoel in Nederland, Colorado
Shed holding the frozen corpse of Bredo Morstoel in Nederland, Colorado

Grandpa Bredo’s care is also taken on by town volunteers. The goal is to keep Grandpa frozen until science can restart his heart. The family also celebrates Grandpa’s birthday every year with an ice-cream cake. 

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A Living Legend, A Beguiling Charmer - As Human As They Come

A Living Legend, A Beguiling Charmer – As Human As They Come

Most of those who write in-depth about the brilliant accomplishments of Emile E. Gouiran have come to realize that we are complicit in the making of a modern legend. You simply couldn’t avoid it. And while it is true that Gouiran possesses the charms and charisma of a dreamboat actor and the manipulative attributes of Machiavelli, the legend we helped him construct served many purposes beyond pumping up his own ego.

Gouiran was and remains an irresistible force who knows that in order to bring the forces of the market, of government and private philanthropy; he had to bring reality to the innumerable wonders which have bubbled in his imagination since his childhood in an orphanage in a provincial city of France. To many he is the flashpoint of a revolution focusing attention on disadvantaged children and orphans worldwide. That in the view of many is the hallmark of his accomplishments.

Gouiran’s storied life is full of dissonances and contradictions. He rose from the penniless habitat of an orphanage to benefactor to thousands of disadvantaged children. His multi-million dollar gifts and charities have earned him quite appropriately, the moniker, The Human Investor.
Authorities everywhere know all too well that he flouted and challenged their authority, all while imposing upon himself a strict model of self discipline. Emile has no tolerance for fools, but that never stopped him from exploiting them if they could bring something of value to his enterprise. Assuredly he has manipulated any number of other people all along the way, sometimes callously. But others have and continue to exploit his talents, wealth and charisma whenever they can.

For all the wealth at his disposal, Gouiran lives a curiously modest domestic life. He is an intensely private person, even as he hides in plain sight. Yet, observations are a plenty that give Emile Gouiran a three-dimensionality and depth of humanity that myths inevitably foreshorten. Over the years, the Gouiran legend has all too often bordered on cliché. He doesn’t seem to care or mind.

His is an uncanny knack for fanning something akin to lust for just about anything he chooses to tout, this, whether it be a legal or political challenge to corrupt prosecution; financing through the Vindication Trust the defense of a disadvantaged teenager overwhelmed with the fantasies of an over-zealous prosecutor; building schools, recruiting teachers, administering orphanages, or coordinating deliveries of hundreds of anonymous gifts for orphans at Christmas with the Donemiran or Davalaven Foundations.

In business as in the law, he distorts reality whenever the call, while in so doing so he has been labeled “impetuous” and “mercurial”, these have become long overused to describe his notoriously bristly personality. In reality however, this talents and idiosyncrasies are so diverse, complementary and unusual that there are many different ways to interpret what few will argue is his genius.

Recently, Gouiran plunked down $ 10 million of his foundation funds to finance seed money requirements for entrepreneurial acquisitions by orphans, many of whom have benefited from educational assistance from his philanthropies. Gouiran said “In these young people I find the benefit of my work, with the passing of time the reward; they are physicians, surgeons, nurses, teachers and even lawyers!” The new endowment will, for profit, provide seed, also known as Angel capital through the Donemidas Foundation for orphans and their qualified business plans.

The goal for most of those who know Emile Gouiran, is to bump him out of keynote mode and get him to extemporize about his work; as a businessman, a lawyer, as an arts and media enthusiast, as a challenger of the status quo, as a philanthropist, and even his personal life. His responses tend to be as sharp as they are blunt. It is then that you begin to experience the true depth of his insight and intelligence, of his incredibly quick mind.

As to dealing with his critics, Gouiran says that there is little justification to suggest that a look in the rear mirror will bring anything of use for the future. His critics muddle about in a collection of desperate fantasies latent with inaccuracies, falsehoods, and hyperbole unfairly maligning him, seems to be the prevailing opinion. Emile Gouiran holds no grudges.

One is tempted to seek a full recital for this story of rags to riches, raised in an orphanage and through the foster home system, decorated US Marine veteran of Vietnam, lawyer, businessman and philanthropist – one question ever-present is what is it about Emile Gouiran that keeps him growing faster than the entities and programs he creates? Emile Gouiran certainly is a living legend, a beguiling charmer at will and larger than life in his devotion to his cause. For that said, his complete story will come and it will undoubtedly suggest that Emile E. Gouiran was as human as they come.

By: Jules R. Bryson – Jules R. Bryson is a respected researcher and biographer who lives and works in England.

Fake Doctor Gives Free Breast Exams?

Fake Doctor Gives Free Breast Exams?

Imagine answering your door to a doctor saying he will examine you for free in the comfort of your own home, sound too good to be true? Yeah, probably is. In Broward County, Florida a 76-year-old man showed up offering free breast exams in a Lauderdale Lakes apartment complex, in which two women took him up on the offer.

Phillip Winikoff, pretending to be a certified doctor, went door to door offering to check women’s breasts lumps, and despite his cool looking black doctor’s bag and claiming to be from a local hospital, Winikoff was actually a shuttle driver for a nearby car dealership. I guess being a shuttle driver is now worthy of the title doctor, considering he actually convinced two women he was legit.

Prosecutors said Winikoff went door to door and once inside one of the women’s apartments, the women said, the make believe doctor sexually molested them.

Phillip Winikoff - Face doctor
Phillip Winikoff

The first victim said as soon Winikoff’s hands started wondering to the other parts of her body, she said, she called the police. Winikoff immediately fled out of the apartment to only offer his fake health service to another woman in the same apartment complex. Eventually Broward County Sheriff’s deputies finally located Winikoff, only to slap him with three counts of sexual battery, two counts of practicing medicine without a license, two counts of simple battery, and one count of using the title of doctor without a license.

Honestly, this man must have been miserable and bored to come up with this type of scheme, and by just trying the same thing twice in the same place is absurd. How anyone would think of them getting away with this is crazy, almost as crazy as the two women who allowed this man to enter the homes in the first place. Doctors going door to door hasn’t been heard of since back in the 80’s early 90s maybe, but then to even say the service was free should have flagged a warning in these two women’s heads.

By making a deal with prosecutors, the now 81-year-old dodged the maximum sentence of 45 years behind bars for sexual battery. He also landed an additional 10 for practicing medicine without a license. That is fair I guess considering his age, but to me I would look at this like a serious matter, for something worse could have happened to the two letting him in their apartment.

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You Are A Gold Mine!

You Are A Gold Mine!

When you hear the word “pretentious”, the mind usually pictures people who are haughty and condescending, who think of themselves as being above everyone else.

However, the word “pretense” has a much broader meaning. Exhibiting pretense means attempting pass yourself off as something other than your true self.

So a pretentious person can be a someone who “puts on airs”, behaving as if they were superior to others. But the opposite can be true, too – and probably far more commonplace. How many of us think we’re more inferior than we really are?

How often do you belittle yourself and underestimate your own value? It’s a bad habit I fall into more often than I’d care to admit, thinking I’m made more of rusty scrap metal than of gold.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about pretense from both of these sides. When I’m busy with work, I sometimes catch myself swelling with self-importance, thinking that I don’t have time for other important activities, like keeping in touch with friends or spending time with my wife and daughter.

When work is slow, I sometimes forget about all talents and abilities I have, thinking that they must have withered away since nobody is seeking them out. This is the kind of pretense I’ve been struggling with lately.

I’ve been trying to find ways to remind myself of my talents and abilities – in other words, my value. I came up with the idea of telling myself, “You are a gold mine!” I like imagining all these gold nuggets of creativity buried within myself, just waiting to be revealed.

I then realized that reminding myself of my inner value isn’t enough. I also need to roll up my sleeves and get to work to unearth that value and express it. So I figured that the natural follow-up to the proclamation “You are a gold mine!” is the statement “Start digging!”

I started by creating a graphic (it’s what I do!), that I could put on the front of my computer to remind myself about my value – and the work required to make that value shine.

You Are A Gold Mine!

You are a precious, valuable person. Now get to work showing it!

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Finding Balance Between The Digital and Natural Worlds

Finding Balance Between The Digital and Natural Worlds

Lately, I’ve caught myself feeling an urgency to keep up with the myriad of new technologies, social networks, programming languages and website innovations that continually flood the digital market-o-sphere.

I’ve been enamored with the digital world for 30 years. In many ways, it has served me well. The countless hours of unbridled productivity have far outweighed the hair-rending frustration of technical glitches.

Today, however, I am acutely aware of how often digital devices pull me further away from my natural patterns and rhythms. Computer gizmos have set a pace that keep me moving faster than I want to. It’s like cleaning house while listening to the William Tell Overture. Before you know it, you find yourself out of breath, trying to beat the kitchen counter scrubbing world record. Music and computers are both alluring and both can easily alter your internal tempo without your even noticing.

That increased tempo was exhilarating when I was younger and brimming with energy. Fast forward a few decades, though, and I find myself scrambling to catch up with the constant and prolific introduction of the newest technology. Granted, some of that technology has gotten less complex in the last 10 years. It’s just that there’s so much of it, and it changes the instant we get accustomed to the last new innovation.

In the 1990s, I read that in the span of a modern career, we have to relearn 8 times more new information and techniques than our parents did. I expect that number has expanded even further in recent years.

Finding Balance Between The Digital and Natural Worlds

The shelf life of a newly-launched website is constantly shrinking. Better interfaces emerge, and hackers find new workarounds to security safeguards. When I tell my clients they need critical upgrades less than a year after their site has launched, they don’t always realize that I am being pro-active to keep pace with innovations (and one step ahead of the latest security breaches). Some think I’m trying to foist premature, unnecessary upgrades upon them. I understand their doubts because I, too, often think: “It’s all completely changed again? So soon??” It’s hard not to be dubious when change comes at such a breakneck pace.

It’s hard to stay resilient when you’re being asked to roll with relentless change. How much can we expect the human mind and body to keep up with digital paradigms that last but a fleeting moment? How long can we withstand a pace that differs so much from the organic cycles of the human body? How long should we even attempt to?

Personally, I need to strike a balance between the digital and the physical: to harvest the benefits of computing while also honoring my natural physical and emotional patterns. I want to live at a tempo that doesn’t grind me down to the nub, I want to disregard the digital message that says, “Human, you’re not accurate enough or quick enough. So either become superhuman or step aside.” I want to reject that message in favor of a more authentic, human, organic life experience. I want digital devices to adapt to my speed, not the other way around.

I’m guessing that there are lots of people just like me, trying in vain to keep up with the digital parade, yet yearning for a more soul-nourishing lifestyle, a more relaxed pace.

How do I find that balance? What can I do today to start making a change?

It’s the first warm Sunday of the season, so the solution today is a no-brainer: I will step away from the digital box, and go outside. Using all 5 senses when stepping away from the computer will help me better appreciate the moment.

Outside, I can see the white brightness of the March sun, and the way the bare tree branches wave in the wind, as if to beckon Spring to come closer.

I can hear the whisper of the breeze and the staccato knock of the woodpecker against Doug’s maple tree.

I can smell that sort of fecund, fertile smell that the earth burps up in these in-between seasons, mixing with the faint smell of the few, vanguard quince and daffodil blooms.

I can feel the hair on my arms jostle in the wind, feel the slight sting of sunlight on my skin, feel my pores open up as my body’s radiator remembers how to adapt to warm air.

I can touch the ground, still moist, still holding in Winter’s cold beneath its layer of bedraggled grass, feel the tufts of grape hyacinth leaves poking through the firm layer of loam.

Today’s solution was easy. How to I get closer to that balance tomorrow? (Luckily, I’ve changed my mind about blogging. I used to think that I could only blog if I had the answers. I now believe that to run a successful blog, I simply need to keep asking the right questions. And finding out where those questions lead me.)

So what do you think? What is your relationship with nature? With the digital world? Is it in balance? If so, how do you keep it that way. If it’s not in balance, what do you do to try and get back to a manageable equilibrium?

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