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An Electrifying performance indeed !...
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I wonder how easy it is for her chorus to remain nonplussed while THOSE things were discharging behind them.
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As a graduate student, our department encouraged us to build this really hot Tesla Coil. This was no slouch of an beast, either- It used a proper RF generator (it was driven on 13MHz -- an ISM band freq.- for, oh to be sure- this Devil radiated!) -- we built it with a pair of Eimac 4-1000 Tetrodes running full-out Class C at +7000 Watts into the "Coil." (Yes, I have a great memory for details like this- for it was, after all, to become my career....
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The "Coil," as we affectionately call it (me, I called it - 'Her'
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Naturally, some one at some point was going to have to try something "Tesla"-- that is, conducting the energy thru their Bods and discharging it innocently (??) at some target.
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There's nothing like a little vaudeville
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In those days, we students, preparing for such devotions to physics, selected our privileged scientists by lottery- giving each of them a few shots of Vodka (its always been my favorite since
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Ever read about how the Druids prepared their sacrifices?....something like that
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Like a Tesla Coil was advancing anything graduate-studentish in those heady academic environments...but our under grad classes were all invited to watch the "Coil" in action --with live, human, participants, for the first time.
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One guess who drew that lucky lottery.
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We had fixed up a very Very well insulated platform for our 'scientist' (victim) to stand upon. It was connected to the business end of the coil thru a piece of thick copper braid.
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I climbed upon it and positioned myself. I had carefully remove all my clothing-- anything metallic, with buttons, zippers- bare foot'd, and wearing only a swimsuit and mesh glasses (goggles to protect my eyes-- and, of course, now fortified with liberal amounts of CH3OH) -- up there before a packed audience I await'd the "word."
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"Remember Lauri, do NOT jump off that platform!"
"Stay calm, what ever happens ---and signal (what the H*** !! - how was i supposed to do to signal ??! )
" ...........that is, if it gets to be too much" said one of my friendly inquisitors.
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When the word "Now!" was given, it was truly and electrifying moment. I felt a buzzing tingle over ever inch of my body- anyone want to truly experience RF's "skin effect??" -- then look no further than a Tesla Coil.
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Extending an arm and pointing at a fluorescent light bulb across the room, I not only set it ablaze, but arc'd a bolt of lightning halfway towards it as well.
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Fear the wrath of Goddess Lauri !
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Six to eight inch flaming discharges were emanating from all over my body- but what was the most entertaining to the spectators where the foot long lightning bolts from two points from my chest region- I'll leave it to the imagination what prominent points of anatomy THAT was....
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But it was not a pleasant experience at all, this "skin effect." Unable to speak (opening my mouth burned the mucosa of my mouth painfully) I did the pantomimes of a burning martyr at a Roman debauchery- I eventually got my message slowly understood, and the Devil was switched off.
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I never, ever volunteer for that stunt again. The She Devil, at my last inquiry, still resides in some back room of my alma mater- but no one, I hear, is ever allowed to 'ride her.'
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Lauri
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