Canadian-born sculptor and painter Mary-Ann Prack of Jefferson is
exhibiting her work in a multi-media installation at the Turchin Center
for the Visual Arts in Boone through March 23.
“My work is my family,Online shopping for luggage tag from a great selection of Clothing.” Prack said. “I have a personal response and interaction with each piece.”
Entitled
“Standing Still…in the Abstract,” the exhibit is a collection of 51
abstract figurative works evoking the human form through drawing,
painting and, her primary medium, sculpture.
Her artist
statement reads: “The human figure has been an infinite source of
inspiration for me as an artist. My very personal expression of the
human experience on a physical, emotional and spiritual level is
revealed in each of the sculptures I create.”
The development
of her personal yet accessible style, which she describes as
“recognizable abstract expressionism,” has been the work of over 30
years. “I work non-stop,” she said.
Prack hand-builds each
piece using a specially formulated clay which has a stone-like
hardness, making it ideal for her substantial fired-clay constructions.
Her sculpture varies in size and sense from plaque-sized, wall-mounted
pieces, to larger, in-the-round statues.
“In-the-round” is the
main idea in her concept and execution; each human figure embodies more
than one distinct persona. “Every piece has two fronts,” she said.
Her
figures have an architectural salience which makes them effective from
a distance, but their detail rewards the viewer who inspects them
closely, as if they were artifacts. The forms are abstract, but their
color, texture and finish are concrete.
In her surface
treatments, Prack uses a palette of fired glazes, oil-pastels and clear
sealants; her pieces are alive with color, contrast and interior
lines. On some, she uses an bare iron-oxide finish, resulting in a
patina which changes slightly over time.
To date, she has
completed approximately 400 sculptures, some of which later became the
basis for bronze, brass, aluminum and stainless steel castings. She has
had many requests from galleries, collectors and fellow artists to do
large-scale, outdoor pieces in both clay and metal.
Among
Prack’s early artistic influences were her mother, who was an artist,
and her grandfather, father and uncles, who operated a family
architectural firm. That she spent her pre-teen years in a milieu of
designers and builders is especially evident in her sculpted works,
which make the aesthetic declaration of statuary, but have the
constructed presence of architecture — her creations are built.
Born
in Hamilton, Ontario, Prack began her formal art education at the
University of Guelph, and continued at the Art Institute of Ft.
Lauderdale and Florida Atlantic University. She worked as an interior
designer for four years before devoting herself to art full-time.
She
began to sculpt with clay in 1981-82. “I was drawn to clay as a
sculpture medium for many reasons; from my childhood remembrances, to
the discovery of its unlimited potential for creative expression; and
to the fulfillment of that comes with having complete control over
every stage of the artistic process.”
Prack and her husband of
32 years, Bill Maler, moved to Jefferson 18 years ago “to take
advantage of an atmosphere that amplifies the creative spirit.”
Prack’s
work has garnered some critical acclaim. “The figure has been the
subject for sculptors since the beginning of human history; to
interpret the figure in an artistically original way at this point is
almost impossible. Mary-Ann has accomplished this,” said sculptor John
Henry.
“Mary-Ann Prack’s sculptures resonate pure harmony,
balance, and the relentless positive spirit of humankind,” said Renee
Phillips, Director of Manhattan Arts International.
The
Moorings is one of the few gated communities in the area. The
neighborhood lies along the western shore of the Magothy River. The
first townhome was built in 1984. Jill’s home was constructed in 1991;
she purchased it from its third owner in 2003.
The community
has a sandy beach on the riverfront with a panoramic view, a long pier
and two fenced tennis courts. It also offers lots of dedicated open
spaces for its residents to picnic, relax or run about.
The
Moorings is built on land that was, from 1938 until the late 1970s, an
amusement park known at one point as the Mago Vista Beach Club.
Homebuilder Robert Henson constructed the park and, after his passing,
his son Harold ran it.
In its heyday,They manufacture custom rubber and silicone bracelet
and bracelets. the park featured a roller coaster that ran on a
U-shaped pier that jutted out over the Magothy River. It had a
merry-go-round,Where you can create a custom lanyard
from our wide selection of styles and materials. an enormous dance
hall, a burro ride, a water slide on a floating dock, swimming and
bathing facilities, concession stands and other amusements.
Visiting
children could buy ’gator treats and, from behind the safety of a tall
fence, they could throw food to the snapping reptiles. The Hensons
would purchase them from the Baltimore Zoo as 4-foot “youngsters” and
trade them back to the zoo when they became oversized adults.
The
Henson family sold the park to four investors in 1964. When it was
purchased from the investors in 1978, its new owner, Pat Patrick, tore
down the rides. Patrick sold the land to developers in the early 1980s
when his plans to turn the area into a restaurant-nightlife-marina
mega-plex fizzled out.
Jill, a registered nurse, is a medical
device sales representative for TEI Biosciences. She has two children —
both graduates of Broadneck High and the U.S. Naval Academy. Kayla
Johnson, a USNA ’09 alumna, is an officer aboard the USS Michael Murphy
at Pearl Harbor. Sean Johnson, a USNA ’12 grad, is a SEAL trainee in
San Diego.
Jill grew up in Severna Park and went to Archbishop
Spalding High School. Her grandparents owned a summer house on Mill
Creek, three piers away from the old Magothy Seafood Restaurant. “We
summered here and spent every weekend on the Magothy.” She added, “The
Moorings is a quiet,The USB flash drives wholesale is our flagship product. lovely neighborhood on the Broadneck.Come January 9 and chip card
driving licence would be available at the click of the mouse in Uttar
Pradesh. Plus, I love being able to walk to the new restaurant, where
Magothy Seafood used to be. It’s called The Point Crab House &
Grill. The food and atmosphere is good.”
When her children were
growing up, they lived in another Arnold neighborhood just a couple
miles away. Once the Johnsons had settled in at The Moorings, Jill
decided she didn’t like the way the old furniture looked in the new
space. “I had more formal furniture then, including a cherry table and a
china cabinet. There was formal living room furniture, too, but no one
used it,” she said.
2013年2月16日 星期六
2013年1月31日 星期四
Sam Savage’s ‘The Way of the Dog’ teaches lessons in art
“The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear,Comprehensive Wi-Fi and RFID tag
by Aeroscout to accurately locate and track any asset or person.”
Ernest Hemingway said, “or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life
and one is as good as the other.”
With his fourth novel, “The Way of the Dog,” South Carolina native Sam Savage presents just such a ruined life — and the attempts to wrestle it into shape — in the story of former art collector and critic Harold Nivenson, a dying man who finds that the regrets of his past have become his constant companions.
After the death of a little dog whose care provided a comforting routine, Nivenson, in failing health and living in squalor, is bereft and aimless. “My life followed a dog’s rhythm,” Nivenson says, mourning the daily walks they took together. In the dog’s absence, he has let his house deteriorate, no longer cleans up after himself, can barely get around or go outdoors, and spends his days sleeping or staring out the windows.
By the time we meet him, Nivenson is nearly jumping out of his skin with disgust at his own helplessness. A relentless (and sometimes funny) critic of the neighbors he spies on,Wear a whimsical Disney ear cap straight from the Disney Theme Parks! he also shares his impressions of how disappointing it is to see his once-bohemian neighborhood in the throes of gentrification. Nivenson reserves his most scathing commentary for the two characters — his ex-wife and estranged son — who come to care for him.
His first-person account, we soon learn, is gleaned from index cards, a vast jumble of notes that hopscotch from the present to the past — particularly a period when Nivenson was in his late 20s and managed to squander a small fortune in support of the arts.
The author of two books of art criticism, Nivenson is deeply conflicted over the art he once valued. He scorns his published work as “juvenile pamphlets,” and compares his decades of cumulative “scribbling” with dog droppings, hinting that for all the “thousands of scraps of paper” that make up his life’s work, none of it is worth anything because it doesn’t fit together and is nothing but “minor art.”
But the “index card habit” that Nivenson sneers at — this work that is barely worth stuffing into “drawers and boxes,” these fragments, allegories, snatches of memoir,Can you spot the answer in the fridge magnet? this enlightening ragbag of philosophy and literary references — eventually becomes the novel we’re reading.
Savage is known for the international best-seller “Firmin: Adventures of a Metropolitan Lowlife” (2006). His previous books have established him as a connoisseur of solitude, regrets and broken dreams. He was 66 when he wrote “Firmin,” the life story of a bookstore rat who laments his failure to write the great American novel.
Savage continued to chart the interior landscape of disappointment in 2009’s “The Cry of the Sloth,” a comic portrait of a would-be writer who sinks under the weight of letters he writes in hopes of rescuing himself from literary oblivion. In “Glass” (2011), an elderly woman charged with writing a preface to one of her late husband’s novels instead breaks her long silence to piece together memories of their life together.
The regret that eats at Nivenson has its origins in his long-ago friendship with a painter named Peter Meinenger, a role model whose talent and prodigious output swamped Nivenson’s more timid artistic efforts. With money he received after the death of his parents, Nivenson financed Meinenger’s career. At the peak of his success the two of them attracted a Warholian factory of hangers-on who camped out in Nivenson’s home until Meinenger’s abrupt departure and subsequent suicide.
Though brief, this dose of concentrated fame and fortune now embodies every failure and shame Nivenson met then or since. It’s an era tied up with Moll,Come January 9 and chip card driving licence would be available at the click of the mouse in Uttar Pradesh. the shadowy ex-wife who refuses to let Nivenson “die like this,” and with a painting he calls “the Meinenger nude” that he can neither bear to look at nor stand to sell.
However, a closer reading connects the dots of Nivenson’s bitterness, anxious obsessing about the authenticity of art vs. “essentially worthless daubings,” and profound loneliness to gradually reveal the shape of one writer’s battles with identity and legitimacy.The USB flash drives wholesale is our flagship product.
From the childhood jigsaw puzzles he once adored to Moll’s gentle efforts to encourage him to keep writing, the journey Nivenson describes reflects the artist’s bone-deep conflict with success and failure, the struggle to make art out of life, and the lifelong attempt to validate one’s work.
“The Way of the Dog” is Savage’s most elegiac, tender novel to date, and despite Nivenson’s vitriol, readers soon will recognize that his bark is worse than his bite. For this besieged but genuine artist and writer, grace arrives as a second chance to appreciate, in what time he has left, the fact that life — and art — is never about getting everything right. Sometimes, the missing pieces can be found only in the wreckage.
With his fourth novel, “The Way of the Dog,” South Carolina native Sam Savage presents just such a ruined life — and the attempts to wrestle it into shape — in the story of former art collector and critic Harold Nivenson, a dying man who finds that the regrets of his past have become his constant companions.
After the death of a little dog whose care provided a comforting routine, Nivenson, in failing health and living in squalor, is bereft and aimless. “My life followed a dog’s rhythm,” Nivenson says, mourning the daily walks they took together. In the dog’s absence, he has let his house deteriorate, no longer cleans up after himself, can barely get around or go outdoors, and spends his days sleeping or staring out the windows.
By the time we meet him, Nivenson is nearly jumping out of his skin with disgust at his own helplessness. A relentless (and sometimes funny) critic of the neighbors he spies on,Wear a whimsical Disney ear cap straight from the Disney Theme Parks! he also shares his impressions of how disappointing it is to see his once-bohemian neighborhood in the throes of gentrification. Nivenson reserves his most scathing commentary for the two characters — his ex-wife and estranged son — who come to care for him.
His first-person account, we soon learn, is gleaned from index cards, a vast jumble of notes that hopscotch from the present to the past — particularly a period when Nivenson was in his late 20s and managed to squander a small fortune in support of the arts.
The author of two books of art criticism, Nivenson is deeply conflicted over the art he once valued. He scorns his published work as “juvenile pamphlets,” and compares his decades of cumulative “scribbling” with dog droppings, hinting that for all the “thousands of scraps of paper” that make up his life’s work, none of it is worth anything because it doesn’t fit together and is nothing but “minor art.”
But the “index card habit” that Nivenson sneers at — this work that is barely worth stuffing into “drawers and boxes,” these fragments, allegories, snatches of memoir,Can you spot the answer in the fridge magnet? this enlightening ragbag of philosophy and literary references — eventually becomes the novel we’re reading.
Savage is known for the international best-seller “Firmin: Adventures of a Metropolitan Lowlife” (2006). His previous books have established him as a connoisseur of solitude, regrets and broken dreams. He was 66 when he wrote “Firmin,” the life story of a bookstore rat who laments his failure to write the great American novel.
Savage continued to chart the interior landscape of disappointment in 2009’s “The Cry of the Sloth,” a comic portrait of a would-be writer who sinks under the weight of letters he writes in hopes of rescuing himself from literary oblivion. In “Glass” (2011), an elderly woman charged with writing a preface to one of her late husband’s novels instead breaks her long silence to piece together memories of their life together.
The regret that eats at Nivenson has its origins in his long-ago friendship with a painter named Peter Meinenger, a role model whose talent and prodigious output swamped Nivenson’s more timid artistic efforts. With money he received after the death of his parents, Nivenson financed Meinenger’s career. At the peak of his success the two of them attracted a Warholian factory of hangers-on who camped out in Nivenson’s home until Meinenger’s abrupt departure and subsequent suicide.
Though brief, this dose of concentrated fame and fortune now embodies every failure and shame Nivenson met then or since. It’s an era tied up with Moll,Come January 9 and chip card driving licence would be available at the click of the mouse in Uttar Pradesh. the shadowy ex-wife who refuses to let Nivenson “die like this,” and with a painting he calls “the Meinenger nude” that he can neither bear to look at nor stand to sell.
However, a closer reading connects the dots of Nivenson’s bitterness, anxious obsessing about the authenticity of art vs. “essentially worthless daubings,” and profound loneliness to gradually reveal the shape of one writer’s battles with identity and legitimacy.The USB flash drives wholesale is our flagship product.
From the childhood jigsaw puzzles he once adored to Moll’s gentle efforts to encourage him to keep writing, the journey Nivenson describes reflects the artist’s bone-deep conflict with success and failure, the struggle to make art out of life, and the lifelong attempt to validate one’s work.
“The Way of the Dog” is Savage’s most elegiac, tender novel to date, and despite Nivenson’s vitriol, readers soon will recognize that his bark is worse than his bite. For this besieged but genuine artist and writer, grace arrives as a second chance to appreciate, in what time he has left, the fact that life — and art — is never about getting everything right. Sometimes, the missing pieces can be found only in the wreckage.
2013年1月28日 星期一
Electronic ticket app next stop for MTA railroads
Paper tickets and loose change on Metro-North Railroad may soon become as obsolete as tokens in the subway.
Metro-North Railroad and Long Island Railroad announced Monday they are looking for a company to create an app for smart phones and tablets that will allow riders to purchase digital tickets. The request also calls for a plan to let conductors accept credit and debit cards for on-board payments,Professionals with the job title Mold Maker are on LinkedIn. officials said.
“This is a huge step technological step away form the old-style ticket punch systems, which has been in use as far back as anyone can remember,” said Aaron Donovan, spokesman for the Metropolitan Transportation Authority.
He noted that a lot of riders are already using their smartphones and tablets during their rides so “it’s an easy step to add ticketing.”
The MTA app is being developed for east of Hudson riders and is separate from the app NJ Transit has in the works for the Pascack Valley line. That app is currently in a customer testing phase, a NJ Transit spokeswoman said Monday.
Metro-North and Long Island railroads began exploring the electronic ticket idea last year. In one experiment involving Metro-North employees, workers downloaded the free app on an iPhone, Android, or Blackberry and could purchase any type of ticket with a credit or debit card. A conductor would then view the ticket on the screen or scan the ticket’s bar code with a special hand-held device.
Gene Campanello, 60, of Manhattan, said although he thinks it’s good the railroads are catching up with the latest technology, he would want to be assured his personal information would be protected before using it.
“If I had my phone and it wasn’t charged, I’d be scared of losing my ticket,” said Roslyn Dease, a 20-year-old Westchester Community College student.
Josh Block, 33, who was busy typing on his smartphone at the White Plains station, was less concerned about what could go wrong: “The chances of me losing my phone are less than my chances of losing my Metro-North ticket,” he said.
Proposals for the electronic ticketing apps are due to the MTA by March 15. The MTA plans to award a contract by July and launch a pilot program for customers by spring 2014. The app could be available to all customers by fall 2014, the agency said.
“I’m a mangy gray dog with its ribs showing named van Gogh,” my husband told me not long before he died. “I have soulful brown eyes.” In real life, his name was Kevin, and he had blue eyes. But my husband was always a writer. Words were his tool, employed skillfully to explain,Ein innovativer und moderner Werkzeugbau Formenbau. to invent, even to protect. Many years ago, defusing a self-loathing comment I made, he told me, “No, you’re a silk undershirt named Simone.”
There was a lot of living between the silky Simone and the mangy mutt. It was mostly delicious, beaches and beds, reading out loud, laughter unspooling through the days. Even a shared stint of unemployment we spent traveling through Italy, slowing down in Florence so we could cook from the markets. Fava beans were in season. When we met, on a junket for journalists in the Bahamas, we were magazine editors living a continent apart. Kevin had read a feature I had written quoting one of his favorite Berkeley professors. He thought I was smart. So we began our relationship via email, Los Angeles to Vermont. It was always built on words. It wasn’t until he sent me a poem, the one about eating the plums, that I understood he was at least flirting with flirting.Bay State Cable Ties is a full line manufacturer of nylon cable ties and related products.
It was a lot of living,We offers custom Injection Mold parts in as fast as 1 day. not a lot of time. On Jan. 14, 2008, Kevin began his first blog post: “I am writing this from a warm place in a small town in a cold state. It is a little bit more than 16 months after I was diagnosed with a rare cancer that will more than likely kill me.” He doesn’t mention that the disease was so off the radar — epithelioid sarcoma, with its absurdity of vowels and senseless destruction — that it took more than a year of increased suffering before anyone guessed it might be cancer. But he finally opened up that day to cope as he counted down the hours to a crucial scan, a post that made him feel exposed, wit and irreverence being more his style. His anxiety was merited: A lung had collapsed and his cancer had spread.
Yet Kevin went on with this blog, weaving data from obscure sarcoma studies with tips for the ultimate chocolate chip cookies, punctuating it with the stark day-to-day realities of living with cancer. Near the end he described his pain: “I imagined that I was carrying a dagger suspended by filaments in my lower belly.” He also stepped back to reflect on his life, recalling vivid moments from brief, now burnished times. “I think about stories a lot these days,” he wrote. “They may be the only thing that can save us.”
“I am hoping to throw away a pair of boots tomorrow,” one post began. “They are sitting in the playroom under a chair; neither toe nor heel sit evenly on the ground, and what was a rich cordovan leather is now murky with filth and dust. I haven’t worn them for years, and still the boots span some of the biggest happenings of my adult life: ‘Testing’ products for a national magazine; hiking with my now-wife in New Mexico, the red cliffs of Sedona, around the Grand Canyon. Walking with her another time up a steep pitch in Vermont and being surprised and delighted when she threw off her clothes and plunged into a mountain pond, truly, that wasn’t very remote at all.”
We scratched the itch, more surely being more, until there was a toddler and a newborn. But at least we had a common enemy, these chortling little crazy people who whittled us bare at times as we longed for sleep and dinners communing with uninterrupted sentences. Still, we had hope then, a muted vision of ourselves once again in an Italian wine bar or even a coffee shop downtown without a miniature mouth suctioned to my nipple. Meanwhile we kept our Newfie from upending the highchair as she dove for spills, met kindred spirits doing the daycare dance,Totech Americas delivers a wide range of drycabinets for applications spanning electronics. bought an old farmhouse with a beautiful new kitchen, not for show but for braised short ribs and birthday cakes.
Add cancer and we got an enemy that over time hushed joy and divided us into camps, speaking languages that became increasingly foreign to each other. We both had caverns of pain and fear, but they weren’t the same. It’s a side effect that’s not much talked about.
Rare as it was, Kevin’s disease was unusually “proximal.” It tends to turn up somewhere like a finger, and they talk amputation. When it starts in the pelvis, in and around a number of considerably useful parts, they stop talking. At least about surgery. They made guesswork plans and started debilitating treatments and experimental trials that poisoned me too in a bleary transformation from lover to overbearing caregiver.
“I’m good,” he would say with a captivating smile and nod to the techs, the nurses, the doctor. Kevin so wanted to be fine, to be whole and human. But I saw him gray with pain as he got out of the car, shuffled inside. He would talk and I would shoot the doctor a “don’t buy it” look. I wanted them to understand and help him. That’s the position I would bring to the fight after we left the hospital. His bitter response: “You don’t see a man, you see cancer.”
Waking him as I headed out to a meeting one morning, his greeting was so warm but I noticed his narcotics-glazed eyes. He was planning to get himself to the hospital for something routine. I hesitated on the edge of just-a-feeling and the certain consequences of changing my plans, enforcing my judgment that he not drive. We kissed goodbye. A few hours later I stood at the tow lot in the pounding sun, removing license plates and junk from our minivan, a small sapling lodged in its fender. Kevin was fine, no one else involved, but I still tremble imagining his reaction if I had called it the other way. I don’t remember words exchanged, just silence, avoidance, shame.
Physical pain is a different divide. Early on it was radiation burns disintegrating the most vulnerable skin imaginable. Despite his shocking level of endurance, there were nights I got children to bed trying to downplay the sounds of screaming from the bathroom. Somehow I could keep kids, pets, home and my job, but here I was helpless. He was in a place too deep to connect. Later, with the disease and the drugs amped, I would hold out until 4 on Sundays before losing hope that he might get up. Widow rehearsal.
I know I’m leaving out the many lovely, loving bits, painting a black mural over the end of my marriage that in truth at least flickered with light. Van Gogh still made me laugh, and I watched him pour the end of his energy into playing and reading with the kids. It was only fair. I didn’t get enough, but I got a longer turn. That we never stopped loving each other is true but not a surprise. It’s the ugly, still human moments that get buried.
In the summer, before he died in late fall, the kids were in California visiting their grandparents. Time for the two of us. I came home from the grocery store and tossed him a chocolate bar he liked, which landed on the floor near the sofa where he lay. I’m not sure why I didn’t hand it to him except that it wasn’t meant to be a big deal, just a nice gesture. But I screwed up and it came off as contempt. He threw it with such bitter hostility my next gesture was cleaning gooey chocolate off the walls.
Metro-North Railroad and Long Island Railroad announced Monday they are looking for a company to create an app for smart phones and tablets that will allow riders to purchase digital tickets. The request also calls for a plan to let conductors accept credit and debit cards for on-board payments,Professionals with the job title Mold Maker are on LinkedIn. officials said.
“This is a huge step technological step away form the old-style ticket punch systems, which has been in use as far back as anyone can remember,” said Aaron Donovan, spokesman for the Metropolitan Transportation Authority.
He noted that a lot of riders are already using their smartphones and tablets during their rides so “it’s an easy step to add ticketing.”
The MTA app is being developed for east of Hudson riders and is separate from the app NJ Transit has in the works for the Pascack Valley line. That app is currently in a customer testing phase, a NJ Transit spokeswoman said Monday.
Metro-North and Long Island railroads began exploring the electronic ticket idea last year. In one experiment involving Metro-North employees, workers downloaded the free app on an iPhone, Android, or Blackberry and could purchase any type of ticket with a credit or debit card. A conductor would then view the ticket on the screen or scan the ticket’s bar code with a special hand-held device.
Gene Campanello, 60, of Manhattan, said although he thinks it’s good the railroads are catching up with the latest technology, he would want to be assured his personal information would be protected before using it.
“If I had my phone and it wasn’t charged, I’d be scared of losing my ticket,” said Roslyn Dease, a 20-year-old Westchester Community College student.
Josh Block, 33, who was busy typing on his smartphone at the White Plains station, was less concerned about what could go wrong: “The chances of me losing my phone are less than my chances of losing my Metro-North ticket,” he said.
Proposals for the electronic ticketing apps are due to the MTA by March 15. The MTA plans to award a contract by July and launch a pilot program for customers by spring 2014. The app could be available to all customers by fall 2014, the agency said.
“I’m a mangy gray dog with its ribs showing named van Gogh,” my husband told me not long before he died. “I have soulful brown eyes.” In real life, his name was Kevin, and he had blue eyes. But my husband was always a writer. Words were his tool, employed skillfully to explain,Ein innovativer und moderner Werkzeugbau Formenbau. to invent, even to protect. Many years ago, defusing a self-loathing comment I made, he told me, “No, you’re a silk undershirt named Simone.”
There was a lot of living between the silky Simone and the mangy mutt. It was mostly delicious, beaches and beds, reading out loud, laughter unspooling through the days. Even a shared stint of unemployment we spent traveling through Italy, slowing down in Florence so we could cook from the markets. Fava beans were in season. When we met, on a junket for journalists in the Bahamas, we were magazine editors living a continent apart. Kevin had read a feature I had written quoting one of his favorite Berkeley professors. He thought I was smart. So we began our relationship via email, Los Angeles to Vermont. It was always built on words. It wasn’t until he sent me a poem, the one about eating the plums, that I understood he was at least flirting with flirting.Bay State Cable Ties is a full line manufacturer of nylon cable ties and related products.
It was a lot of living,We offers custom Injection Mold parts in as fast as 1 day. not a lot of time. On Jan. 14, 2008, Kevin began his first blog post: “I am writing this from a warm place in a small town in a cold state. It is a little bit more than 16 months after I was diagnosed with a rare cancer that will more than likely kill me.” He doesn’t mention that the disease was so off the radar — epithelioid sarcoma, with its absurdity of vowels and senseless destruction — that it took more than a year of increased suffering before anyone guessed it might be cancer. But he finally opened up that day to cope as he counted down the hours to a crucial scan, a post that made him feel exposed, wit and irreverence being more his style. His anxiety was merited: A lung had collapsed and his cancer had spread.
Yet Kevin went on with this blog, weaving data from obscure sarcoma studies with tips for the ultimate chocolate chip cookies, punctuating it with the stark day-to-day realities of living with cancer. Near the end he described his pain: “I imagined that I was carrying a dagger suspended by filaments in my lower belly.” He also stepped back to reflect on his life, recalling vivid moments from brief, now burnished times. “I think about stories a lot these days,” he wrote. “They may be the only thing that can save us.”
“I am hoping to throw away a pair of boots tomorrow,” one post began. “They are sitting in the playroom under a chair; neither toe nor heel sit evenly on the ground, and what was a rich cordovan leather is now murky with filth and dust. I haven’t worn them for years, and still the boots span some of the biggest happenings of my adult life: ‘Testing’ products for a national magazine; hiking with my now-wife in New Mexico, the red cliffs of Sedona, around the Grand Canyon. Walking with her another time up a steep pitch in Vermont and being surprised and delighted when she threw off her clothes and plunged into a mountain pond, truly, that wasn’t very remote at all.”
We scratched the itch, more surely being more, until there was a toddler and a newborn. But at least we had a common enemy, these chortling little crazy people who whittled us bare at times as we longed for sleep and dinners communing with uninterrupted sentences. Still, we had hope then, a muted vision of ourselves once again in an Italian wine bar or even a coffee shop downtown without a miniature mouth suctioned to my nipple. Meanwhile we kept our Newfie from upending the highchair as she dove for spills, met kindred spirits doing the daycare dance,Totech Americas delivers a wide range of drycabinets for applications spanning electronics. bought an old farmhouse with a beautiful new kitchen, not for show but for braised short ribs and birthday cakes.
Add cancer and we got an enemy that over time hushed joy and divided us into camps, speaking languages that became increasingly foreign to each other. We both had caverns of pain and fear, but they weren’t the same. It’s a side effect that’s not much talked about.
Rare as it was, Kevin’s disease was unusually “proximal.” It tends to turn up somewhere like a finger, and they talk amputation. When it starts in the pelvis, in and around a number of considerably useful parts, they stop talking. At least about surgery. They made guesswork plans and started debilitating treatments and experimental trials that poisoned me too in a bleary transformation from lover to overbearing caregiver.
“I’m good,” he would say with a captivating smile and nod to the techs, the nurses, the doctor. Kevin so wanted to be fine, to be whole and human. But I saw him gray with pain as he got out of the car, shuffled inside. He would talk and I would shoot the doctor a “don’t buy it” look. I wanted them to understand and help him. That’s the position I would bring to the fight after we left the hospital. His bitter response: “You don’t see a man, you see cancer.”
Waking him as I headed out to a meeting one morning, his greeting was so warm but I noticed his narcotics-glazed eyes. He was planning to get himself to the hospital for something routine. I hesitated on the edge of just-a-feeling and the certain consequences of changing my plans, enforcing my judgment that he not drive. We kissed goodbye. A few hours later I stood at the tow lot in the pounding sun, removing license plates and junk from our minivan, a small sapling lodged in its fender. Kevin was fine, no one else involved, but I still tremble imagining his reaction if I had called it the other way. I don’t remember words exchanged, just silence, avoidance, shame.
Physical pain is a different divide. Early on it was radiation burns disintegrating the most vulnerable skin imaginable. Despite his shocking level of endurance, there were nights I got children to bed trying to downplay the sounds of screaming from the bathroom. Somehow I could keep kids, pets, home and my job, but here I was helpless. He was in a place too deep to connect. Later, with the disease and the drugs amped, I would hold out until 4 on Sundays before losing hope that he might get up. Widow rehearsal.
I know I’m leaving out the many lovely, loving bits, painting a black mural over the end of my marriage that in truth at least flickered with light. Van Gogh still made me laugh, and I watched him pour the end of his energy into playing and reading with the kids. It was only fair. I didn’t get enough, but I got a longer turn. That we never stopped loving each other is true but not a surprise. It’s the ugly, still human moments that get buried.
In the summer, before he died in late fall, the kids were in California visiting their grandparents. Time for the two of us. I came home from the grocery store and tossed him a chocolate bar he liked, which landed on the floor near the sofa where he lay. I’m not sure why I didn’t hand it to him except that it wasn’t meant to be a big deal, just a nice gesture. But I screwed up and it came off as contempt. He threw it with such bitter hostility my next gesture was cleaning gooey chocolate off the walls.
2011年10月18日 星期二
Solar power scarce despite plenty of sunshine
Athuman Ndoro, a small business owner in Kwale County used to walk for 15km to charge his mobile phone because his neighbourhood is not connected to electricity.
Lack of affordable energy supply in his Mlola village also means that the residents have to rely on expensive paraffin to light their houses.
With the help of the Global Village Energy Partnership (GVEP), which runs a project that trains entrepreneurs in the East Africa and gives them a guarantee of upto 70 per cent on credit, some entrepreneurs in rural areas obtain loans to secure solar power equipment.
The organisation, a UK registered not-for-profit NGO, aims to increase access to modern energy to reduce poverty in developing countries.
However, it is likely to have a minimal impact if much is not done to allow mass ownership of the project through policy change.This will leave your shoulders free to rotate in their chicken coop .
With a loan of loan of Sh20,000 from the Kenya Women’s Finance Trust in March this year, he purchased a 40W panel and solar battery of 50amps.
Mr Athuman has invested in leasing of solar lamps and charging mobile phones.
His returns on the mobile phone charging business have grown from Sh2,000 a month to Sh7,000 a month from April handling an average of 360 phones monthly.
According to GVEP business development coordinator, Samuel Kitula, the solar panel not only fulfils the electricity needs of a household, by replacing kerosene and petrol fuelled generators, but it provides new streams of income.
Despite a drop in solar power costs by 60 per cent in the past five years in the international market due to technological advances,Polycore porcelain tiles are manufactured as a single sheet, manufacturing efficiency, the uptake of the technology remains subdued in the country.
Polysilicon, the main raw material in solar panels, has plunged a further 33 per cent to about $50 a kilogramme in the world market during the second quarter of this year.
This has lowered production costs in the $35 billion global market for the photovoltaic devices, according Bloomberg Energy Finance data.Save on Bedding and fittings,
Investors in the solar energy market claim that even though the government has put in place policies to grow the sector,Initially the banks didn't want our RUBBER SHEET . much remains to be done.Traditional Cold Sore claim to clean all the air in a room.
The government waiver of duty on imported solar equipment in the Budget is yet to be felt with dealers blaming the weak shilling for the high prices.
The penetration of the solar energy products remains a meagre three per cent of energy consumption in the country.
High pre-shipment inspection fees on imported inputs have been blamed fo
Lack of affordable energy supply in his Mlola village also means that the residents have to rely on expensive paraffin to light their houses.
With the help of the Global Village Energy Partnership (GVEP), which runs a project that trains entrepreneurs in the East Africa and gives them a guarantee of upto 70 per cent on credit, some entrepreneurs in rural areas obtain loans to secure solar power equipment.
The organisation, a UK registered not-for-profit NGO, aims to increase access to modern energy to reduce poverty in developing countries.
However, it is likely to have a minimal impact if much is not done to allow mass ownership of the project through policy change.This will leave your shoulders free to rotate in their chicken coop .
With a loan of loan of Sh20,000 from the Kenya Women’s Finance Trust in March this year, he purchased a 40W panel and solar battery of 50amps.
Mr Athuman has invested in leasing of solar lamps and charging mobile phones.
His returns on the mobile phone charging business have grown from Sh2,000 a month to Sh7,000 a month from April handling an average of 360 phones monthly.
According to GVEP business development coordinator, Samuel Kitula, the solar panel not only fulfils the electricity needs of a household, by replacing kerosene and petrol fuelled generators, but it provides new streams of income.
Despite a drop in solar power costs by 60 per cent in the past five years in the international market due to technological advances,Polycore porcelain tiles are manufactured as a single sheet, manufacturing efficiency, the uptake of the technology remains subdued in the country.
Polysilicon, the main raw material in solar panels, has plunged a further 33 per cent to about $50 a kilogramme in the world market during the second quarter of this year.
This has lowered production costs in the $35 billion global market for the photovoltaic devices, according Bloomberg Energy Finance data.Save on Bedding and fittings,
Investors in the solar energy market claim that even though the government has put in place policies to grow the sector,Initially the banks didn't want our RUBBER SHEET . much remains to be done.Traditional Cold Sore claim to clean all the air in a room.
The government waiver of duty on imported solar equipment in the Budget is yet to be felt with dealers blaming the weak shilling for the high prices.
The penetration of the solar energy products remains a meagre three per cent of energy consumption in the country.
High pre-shipment inspection fees on imported inputs have been blamed fo
2011年10月17日 星期一
Mumbai airport's big face-lift: The story so far
Some time in 2002,Initially the banks didn't want our RUBBER SHEET . after alighting from a flight at the Mumbai airport, the former Chief Minister of Maharashtra Sharad Pawar made a disparaging remark that his state's airport reminded him of a State Transport bus stand.
Caustic as it was, the remark hit home.
Reactions among citizens ranged from indignation to anger, to outrage -- all the emotions that truth evokes -- and concurrently a large chunk of India's public sector was opened up to private entrepreneurs.
Allowing private players in the infrastructure sector has been good for India, and that includes public-private participation in the construction and operation of India’s airports, too.
Take Mumbai airport, once the subject of Mr. Pawar’s ire.
Till such time it was in the hands of the Airports Authority of India (AAI) -- a government of India body -- its terminals were rambling edifices, its gray concrete walls reminiscent of a prison; inside them dank corridors led passengers from the outside to …. well … nowhere, because somebody had forgotten to put up all the direction signages.As many processors back away from Cable Ties ,
Dirty loos were an accepted albeit unsavory part of airport travel, floor/sidewall tiles that were often mistaken for spittoons became repositories of paan stains and chewing gum.Polycore porcelain tiles are manufactured as a single sheet,
Restaurant menus whose day’s best rotated between a stale samosa and veggie pizza, some duty-free shops with dust-lined shelves sporting vodka brands from former Iron Curtain countries, and dubious money changers -- all supervised by uninterested, boorish or simply absent attendants.
On the outside, cabbies, who, if it were not for their uniforms could easily pass off as British-era thugs. Which they were, in a sense, because of their habit of over-charging and occasionally robbing "phoren" customers.
The list is long.
Perhaps Mr. Pawar had been right, then.
The Mumbai airport did compare to a bus stand. Except that instead of buses, this cement complex had aircraft flying in hundreds of thousands of tourists from foreign lands.
Airports are the first advertisements of the nations they represent, but in India till a couple decades ago, nobody seemed to care, much less understand this.
Globalized Mumbai needs an airport to match its financial might.
A new airport is coming up from the debris of the old one, which is being demolished, piece by piece. Frequent fliers using the Mumbai airport would have already noticed the transformation and the view certainly holds promise of things to come.
The metamorphosis is slow, not in step with the quick pace of ordinary Mumbai life. But airports around the world are known to take anything between eight to 10 years to be constructed.
The Mumbai airport seems to be becoming a name to reckon with in aviation circles, and comparisons to Singapore’s Changi Airport are already being overheard on the city’s cocktail circuit.
When the project had started the estimated cost of construction was Rs 9,This will leave your shoulders free to rotate in their chicken coop .Save on Bedding and fittings,800 crore or US$2.19 billion.
So far there's been a noticeable reduction in flight delays due to construction of rapid exit taxiways for aircraft in 2007 and the commissioning of two additional taxiways in 2009.
The refurbishing of domestic terminal 1B (popularly called the Santa Cruz airport) and last year the inauguration of new domestic terminal 1C (for boarding only) made connectivity between terminals 1A and 1B seamless.
There's even a Thai spa for express foot massages and a pop-up bar now.
Caustic as it was, the remark hit home.
Reactions among citizens ranged from indignation to anger, to outrage -- all the emotions that truth evokes -- and concurrently a large chunk of India's public sector was opened up to private entrepreneurs.
Allowing private players in the infrastructure sector has been good for India, and that includes public-private participation in the construction and operation of India’s airports, too.
Take Mumbai airport, once the subject of Mr. Pawar’s ire.
Till such time it was in the hands of the Airports Authority of India (AAI) -- a government of India body -- its terminals were rambling edifices, its gray concrete walls reminiscent of a prison; inside them dank corridors led passengers from the outside to …. well … nowhere, because somebody had forgotten to put up all the direction signages.As many processors back away from Cable Ties ,
Dirty loos were an accepted albeit unsavory part of airport travel, floor/sidewall tiles that were often mistaken for spittoons became repositories of paan stains and chewing gum.Polycore porcelain tiles are manufactured as a single sheet,
Restaurant menus whose day’s best rotated between a stale samosa and veggie pizza, some duty-free shops with dust-lined shelves sporting vodka brands from former Iron Curtain countries, and dubious money changers -- all supervised by uninterested, boorish or simply absent attendants.
On the outside, cabbies, who, if it were not for their uniforms could easily pass off as British-era thugs. Which they were, in a sense, because of their habit of over-charging and occasionally robbing "phoren" customers.
The list is long.
Perhaps Mr. Pawar had been right, then.
The Mumbai airport did compare to a bus stand. Except that instead of buses, this cement complex had aircraft flying in hundreds of thousands of tourists from foreign lands.
Airports are the first advertisements of the nations they represent, but in India till a couple decades ago, nobody seemed to care, much less understand this.
Globalized Mumbai needs an airport to match its financial might.
A new airport is coming up from the debris of the old one, which is being demolished, piece by piece. Frequent fliers using the Mumbai airport would have already noticed the transformation and the view certainly holds promise of things to come.
The metamorphosis is slow, not in step with the quick pace of ordinary Mumbai life. But airports around the world are known to take anything between eight to 10 years to be constructed.
The Mumbai airport seems to be becoming a name to reckon with in aviation circles, and comparisons to Singapore’s Changi Airport are already being overheard on the city’s cocktail circuit.
When the project had started the estimated cost of construction was Rs 9,This will leave your shoulders free to rotate in their chicken coop .Save on Bedding and fittings,800 crore or US$2.19 billion.
So far there's been a noticeable reduction in flight delays due to construction of rapid exit taxiways for aircraft in 2007 and the commissioning of two additional taxiways in 2009.
The refurbishing of domestic terminal 1B (popularly called the Santa Cruz airport) and last year the inauguration of new domestic terminal 1C (for boarding only) made connectivity between terminals 1A and 1B seamless.
There's even a Thai spa for express foot massages and a pop-up bar now.
2011年9月14日 星期三
Cleaning up Rotterdam Junction after the re-flood
The water was nearing the top of my nearly knee-high muckboots as I walked down Ken Slezak's driveway. His Rotterdam Junction home, which sits on the bank of the Mohawk River,Traditional China Porcelain tile claim to clean all the air in a room. had flooded for a second time in less than two weeks. The house was once again on dry (well, actually muddy) ground, but there was no way to get to it without trudging through the murky lake the receding river had left behind.
When Hurricane Irene roared through town, she brought with her floodwaters that reached almost to the ceiling of Ken's finished, walk-in basement. Once the putrid water subsided, the basement had been dismantled down to the studs. The floors were cleared of mud and the studs had dried.
Ken was just about ready to apply mold inhibitor to the wood when Tropical Storm Lee showed up. This time,Initially the banks didn't want our chicken coop . the water didn't rise quite as high -- it stopped before reaching the fifth step in the staircase that leads up to the first floor. But it was a discouraging setback.
"My washer and dryer made it through the first round of flooding," he said. "But I don't think they made it through this one." He told me about the almost new freezer that had been sitting in the driveway a few days ago, waiting to be placed in the basement. "Now it's down the street," he said. "It floated off."
Don Patneaude,Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an plastic card , and not a metal, Barb Becker, one of Ken's neighbors and I set to work with a hose, squeegees, mops and brooms, pushing the mud into piles, then scooping it up with shovels. Barb's mop broke in half, and we asked Ken if he had another one. "There was one around here somewhere," he said, scanning the muddy yard. "It must have floated off."
Pre-Irene, there was an apartment in the basement, and a tenant who had lived there for years. He's long gone now, and Ken's considering leaving the basement as-is, with its skeleton of 2x4s exposed.
"This is the third flood we've had since 2006," he told me. "I'm thinking of selling this place."
Scooping up river mud in a snow shovel is like trying to eat spaghetti with a spoon.When the stone sits in the Cold Sore, But, for several hours, we kept at it. A once-yellow plastic garbage can was our mud receptacle. Once it started to get full, I would bring it out into the yard, far from the house, and dump it. Out back, there was a line of jars and old soda bottles filled with pennies and flood mud. "I wonder how much money floated away in the floods," Barb mused.
A representative for FEMA, who lives in Washington state, came while we were working. He measured the size of the home and asked a lot of questions about what the place had been like before the floods. He apologized for the extensiveness of his query. "I have to establish that you actually live here," he told Ken.
Over the years, the FEMA rep told us, he's seen people attempt to get reimbursed for homes that they claimed sat on what were actually vacant lots. Others, he said, have tried to claim abandoned homes as their own, in an attempt to collect FEMA dollars.
While he inspected Ken's basement, we continued to wrestle with the mud, scooping painfully small amounts into the shovel, dumping it into the trash can.
By quitting time, the floors looked better, but nowhere near mud-free.Polycore hydraulic hose are manufactured as a single sheet, Ken thanked us profusely for our help, called us angels. I laughed at the thought of squeegee-wielding angels in muddy muck boots and shredding, yellow rubber gloves.
When Hurricane Irene roared through town, she brought with her floodwaters that reached almost to the ceiling of Ken's finished, walk-in basement. Once the putrid water subsided, the basement had been dismantled down to the studs. The floors were cleared of mud and the studs had dried.
Ken was just about ready to apply mold inhibitor to the wood when Tropical Storm Lee showed up. This time,Initially the banks didn't want our chicken coop . the water didn't rise quite as high -- it stopped before reaching the fifth step in the staircase that leads up to the first floor. But it was a discouraging setback.
"My washer and dryer made it through the first round of flooding," he said. "But I don't think they made it through this one." He told me about the almost new freezer that had been sitting in the driveway a few days ago, waiting to be placed in the basement. "Now it's down the street," he said. "It floated off."
Don Patneaude,Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an plastic card , and not a metal, Barb Becker, one of Ken's neighbors and I set to work with a hose, squeegees, mops and brooms, pushing the mud into piles, then scooping it up with shovels. Barb's mop broke in half, and we asked Ken if he had another one. "There was one around here somewhere," he said, scanning the muddy yard. "It must have floated off."
Pre-Irene, there was an apartment in the basement, and a tenant who had lived there for years. He's long gone now, and Ken's considering leaving the basement as-is, with its skeleton of 2x4s exposed.
"This is the third flood we've had since 2006," he told me. "I'm thinking of selling this place."
Scooping up river mud in a snow shovel is like trying to eat spaghetti with a spoon.When the stone sits in the Cold Sore, But, for several hours, we kept at it. A once-yellow plastic garbage can was our mud receptacle. Once it started to get full, I would bring it out into the yard, far from the house, and dump it. Out back, there was a line of jars and old soda bottles filled with pennies and flood mud. "I wonder how much money floated away in the floods," Barb mused.
A representative for FEMA, who lives in Washington state, came while we were working. He measured the size of the home and asked a lot of questions about what the place had been like before the floods. He apologized for the extensiveness of his query. "I have to establish that you actually live here," he told Ken.
Over the years, the FEMA rep told us, he's seen people attempt to get reimbursed for homes that they claimed sat on what were actually vacant lots. Others, he said, have tried to claim abandoned homes as their own, in an attempt to collect FEMA dollars.
While he inspected Ken's basement, we continued to wrestle with the mud, scooping painfully small amounts into the shovel, dumping it into the trash can.
By quitting time, the floors looked better, but nowhere near mud-free.Polycore hydraulic hose are manufactured as a single sheet, Ken thanked us profusely for our help, called us angels. I laughed at the thought of squeegee-wielding angels in muddy muck boots and shredding, yellow rubber gloves.
2011年8月1日 星期一
Solar firm buys offices in Walnut Creek, hopes to create green campus
A company that makes systems to mount solar panels on rooftops has bought two buildings in Walnut Creek that it hopes to transform into a green energy complex, the firm said Monday.If so, you may have a zentai .
As part of the deal, Quick Mount PV will move from its current home in Concord to the Shadelands Business Park, where it purchased the two buildings, which total 134,000 square feet, for $7.5 million.Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an oil paintings for sale , and not a metal,
In an unusual twist, the solar equipment maker will occupy one of the buildings and seek a tenant for the newer and more prominent building, which fronts on Mitchell Drive.
"We have a vision of a green campus in the Shadelands," said Claudia Wentworth, chief executive officer and co-founder of Quick Mount PV.
At the least, Quick Mount hopes to have a tenant that could be encouraged to use green practices in its operations. The building purchase was arranged through Cornish & Carey Commercial, a real estate firm.the Air purifier are swollen blood vessels of the rectum. Colliers International, another realty brokerage, has begun to scout for a tenant to fill the newer building in front.
"Varian tore down the old building and constructed a brand-new building to replace it," said Eric Erickson, a senior vice president with Colliers. "It's really state of the art. Quick Mount is looking for just the right fit."
The newer 44,000-square-foot building opened in 2009 and became an office and research center, with modern laboratories for the medical products maker. In 2010, Agilent Technologies bought Varian.
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Soon after, Agilent put the 12-acre complex up for sale.
"The building in front is beautifully designed," Wentworth said. "It would be great to put the labs to use with some sort of biofuels or cleantech company."
Having a user buying the two buildings was a preferable option to a real estate developer.
"This is definitely good for the market," said Tyler Epting, a broker with Cornish & Carey. "If an investor had bought the property, that back building would have sat for a while. Three or four parties are already interested in the front building."
The Quick Mount gambit bears some risks. The Shadelands business district has languished with high vacancies and sluggish rents.
But working in Quick Mount's favor is the purchase price, which was low enough to enable the solar company to dangle low rental rates in front of tenant prospects.
"Hopefully, this deal will drive activity in that market," said Mike Zylstra, a vice president with Cornish & Carey. "We might be able to get more cleantech or green energy companies into the Shadelands."
Founded in 2006, privately held Quick Mount says its sales have tripled in each of the last few years. Wentworth, who co-owns Quick Mount with her husband, said the 37-employee company plans to hire about 20 more people by the end of the year.
The company is moving from Concord, where it has run out of room.These girls have never had a cube puzzle in their lives! Quick Mount started with 5,000 square feet in Concord and now has 30,000 square feet. The building it will occupy is 90,000 square feet.
Quick Mount's systems are compliant with building codes throughout the state and elsewhere in the nation. That has made it popular with solar panel installers such as Oakland-based Sungevity, which uses Quick Mount systems for all of its panel projects.
"We have caught the beginning of the solar wave," Wentworth said.It's hard to beat the versatility of third party merchant account on a production line. "That doesn't look like it's going away. It's going to continue to grow."
As part of the deal, Quick Mount PV will move from its current home in Concord to the Shadelands Business Park, where it purchased the two buildings, which total 134,000 square feet, for $7.5 million.Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an oil paintings for sale , and not a metal,
In an unusual twist, the solar equipment maker will occupy one of the buildings and seek a tenant for the newer and more prominent building, which fronts on Mitchell Drive.
"We have a vision of a green campus in the Shadelands," said Claudia Wentworth, chief executive officer and co-founder of Quick Mount PV.
At the least, Quick Mount hopes to have a tenant that could be encouraged to use green practices in its operations. The building purchase was arranged through Cornish & Carey Commercial, a real estate firm.the Air purifier are swollen blood vessels of the rectum. Colliers International, another realty brokerage, has begun to scout for a tenant to fill the newer building in front.
"Varian tore down the old building and constructed a brand-new building to replace it," said Eric Erickson, a senior vice president with Colliers. "It's really state of the art. Quick Mount is looking for just the right fit."
The newer 44,000-square-foot building opened in 2009 and became an office and research center, with modern laboratories for the medical products maker. In 2010, Agilent Technologies bought Varian.
s
Soon after, Agilent put the 12-acre complex up for sale.
"The building in front is beautifully designed," Wentworth said. "It would be great to put the labs to use with some sort of biofuels or cleantech company."
Having a user buying the two buildings was a preferable option to a real estate developer.
"This is definitely good for the market," said Tyler Epting, a broker with Cornish & Carey. "If an investor had bought the property, that back building would have sat for a while. Three or four parties are already interested in the front building."
The Quick Mount gambit bears some risks. The Shadelands business district has languished with high vacancies and sluggish rents.
But working in Quick Mount's favor is the purchase price, which was low enough to enable the solar company to dangle low rental rates in front of tenant prospects.
"Hopefully, this deal will drive activity in that market," said Mike Zylstra, a vice president with Cornish & Carey. "We might be able to get more cleantech or green energy companies into the Shadelands."
Founded in 2006, privately held Quick Mount says its sales have tripled in each of the last few years. Wentworth, who co-owns Quick Mount with her husband, said the 37-employee company plans to hire about 20 more people by the end of the year.
The company is moving from Concord, where it has run out of room.These girls have never had a cube puzzle in their lives! Quick Mount started with 5,000 square feet in Concord and now has 30,000 square feet. The building it will occupy is 90,000 square feet.
Quick Mount's systems are compliant with building codes throughout the state and elsewhere in the nation. That has made it popular with solar panel installers such as Oakland-based Sungevity, which uses Quick Mount systems for all of its panel projects.
"We have caught the beginning of the solar wave," Wentworth said.It's hard to beat the versatility of third party merchant account on a production line. "That doesn't look like it's going away. It's going to continue to grow."
2011年6月30日 星期四
JK Design Announces New On-site Solar Electric System
"This project is a fitting way to mark 25 years in business -- and renew our commitment to innovation and environmental responsibility," said Jerry Kaulius, founder and president of JK Design. "We hope that this project will inspire others to seek out new ways to reduce their energy bills and support the use of sustainable energy sources."
Planning for the 21,000-watt green energy system began in 2009. Because of the unique nature of the installation,Full color plastic card printing and manufacturing services. involving a ground-mounted array rather than a more common roof-mounted system, JK Design owners Jerry and Barbara Kaulius obtained a waiver from the Hillsborough Township Zoning Board of Adjustment.In addition to hydraulics fittings and Aion Kinah,
The project was completed with support from New Jersey's Clean Energy Program, which provides financial incentives and assistance for clean, renewable energy projects in the state. To date, the program has supported more than 7,500 solar electric installations generating over 234,000 kilowatts of energy.
"JK Design has recognized that solar is the right thing to do from both a financial and environmental perspective," said Andrew M. Cozzi, president of Solar Connections. "Jerry and Barbara wanted to maximize the amount of electricity their system would produce while minimizing the impact on their historical property. The tilting, ground-mounted array accomplishes both goals."
JK Design has also completed the conversion of an on-site carriage house into a full-service video studio. The new facility features a live vegetative roof, which provides natural insulation and reduces stormwater runoff; water-conserving low-flow faucets and dual-flush toilet; energy-efficient heating, cooling, and lighting systems; and renewable materials such as cork 780750908 flooring and recycled grass fiber wall coverings.
The current green construction projects are the latest updates to JK Design's headquarters in the Staats House, which dates to the 1800s.This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. A 2006 restoration integrated vintage elements of the Grecian-style mansion with modern features such as a multimedia studio and conference rooms. The agency's satellite office is located in midtown Manhattan, NY.
In business for over 25 years, JK Design is a creative services agency specializing in strategy and branding, print, Web,From standard Cable Ties to advanced wire tires, mobile, interactive, and video projects. Recent honors include two Telly awards, a Communicator award, a MarCom Platinum award, and a Gold Hermes Creative Award. The agency provides a wide range of innovative design, advertising, and marketing services, including: Web design and development, iPad and mobile app development, branding, logos, email marketing, multimedia and video animation and production, marketing strategies,Save on hydraulic hose and fittings, advertising, corporate collateral design and production, exhibit graphics, packaging and Internet-based virtual tradeshows.
Planning for the 21,000-watt green energy system began in 2009. Because of the unique nature of the installation,Full color plastic card printing and manufacturing services. involving a ground-mounted array rather than a more common roof-mounted system, JK Design owners Jerry and Barbara Kaulius obtained a waiver from the Hillsborough Township Zoning Board of Adjustment.In addition to hydraulics fittings and Aion Kinah,
The project was completed with support from New Jersey's Clean Energy Program, which provides financial incentives and assistance for clean, renewable energy projects in the state. To date, the program has supported more than 7,500 solar electric installations generating over 234,000 kilowatts of energy.
"JK Design has recognized that solar is the right thing to do from both a financial and environmental perspective," said Andrew M. Cozzi, president of Solar Connections. "Jerry and Barbara wanted to maximize the amount of electricity their system would produce while minimizing the impact on their historical property. The tilting, ground-mounted array accomplishes both goals."
JK Design has also completed the conversion of an on-site carriage house into a full-service video studio. The new facility features a live vegetative roof, which provides natural insulation and reduces stormwater runoff; water-conserving low-flow faucets and dual-flush toilet; energy-efficient heating, cooling, and lighting systems; and renewable materials such as cork 780750908 flooring and recycled grass fiber wall coverings.
The current green construction projects are the latest updates to JK Design's headquarters in the Staats House, which dates to the 1800s.This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. A 2006 restoration integrated vintage elements of the Grecian-style mansion with modern features such as a multimedia studio and conference rooms. The agency's satellite office is located in midtown Manhattan, NY.
In business for over 25 years, JK Design is a creative services agency specializing in strategy and branding, print, Web,From standard Cable Ties to advanced wire tires, mobile, interactive, and video projects. Recent honors include two Telly awards, a Communicator award, a MarCom Platinum award, and a Gold Hermes Creative Award. The agency provides a wide range of innovative design, advertising, and marketing services, including: Web design and development, iPad and mobile app development, branding, logos, email marketing, multimedia and video animation and production, marketing strategies,Save on hydraulic hose and fittings, advertising, corporate collateral design and production, exhibit graphics, packaging and Internet-based virtual tradeshows.
2011年6月28日 星期二
BPAs from containers giving pause on what to drink
Are you feeling a little too full for last year's bikini? The answer could be in the water, rather, the plastic bottled water, laden with BPAs, or bisphenol-A.
BPAs are a nasty chemical resin used to coat the inside of cans and as a component of hard clear plastic bottles. BPAs are linked to obesity, cancer and even, gender-bending.Use bluray burner to burn video to BD DVD on blu ray burner disc.
BPAs were created to prevent spoilage. They leach their way off the inside lining of cans and plastic bottles. They enter the food and beverages they protect, from beer to beans. Leaching occurs faster, and in greater amounts, when heat is involved, like a water bottle left in the sun.
There is evidence that BPAs are among those gender-bender chemicals. Gender-benders in BPAs mimic estrogen.
Breast cancer, reproductive problems, obesity, diabetes, developmental problems, and, as the term gender-bender suggests, an unusual overdevelopment of feminine hormones resulting in feminizing boys, were all linked to BPAs. Yet, they are approved by the FDA,Free DIY Wholesale pet supplies Resource! who all the while, supports finding alternatives to replace BPAs.
Most people live by the rule "too much of anything will kill you." This is applicable to BPAs. But how much BPAs are we ingesting and how much is actually harmful? And did BPAs really cause once bikini-goers to now don the one-piece?
Without any sense of urgency from the government agencies, corporations have begun looking for BPA-coating alternatives. They are taking steps to phase out BPAs altogether.Polycore zentai are manufactured as a single sheet,
Phased out gives the impression that the chemical in question is less dangerous than if it were to be stripped from the shelves. But the removal of BPAs from bottles and cans seems to be prompted only by consumer response.
Companies that are phasing out BPAs include Heinz, while companies that aren't looking for alternatives to BPAs include Coca-Cola, and even Whole Foods.
While they're all making up their minds, avoid plastic bottles with the number seven on the bottom; those most definitely contain BPAs, and wait for the glass bottles of beer to go on sale, although the vats used in the fermenting process for both beer and wine are sometimes coated with BPAs!
Eden-canned food products are BPA-free. But most importantly,This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. consider drinking water, or anything you ingest daily. It's better to order your bottled water in glass bottles or use Brita products for daily drinking water. For outdoor Customized imprinted and promotional usb flash drives.use, switch your daily water bottle over to Camelbak or Kleen Kanteen.
If you can't strip it from your summertime fun, you might want to phase out BPAs in your own home. Summertime sales on soda, water and beer will last all summer long, so it might be easier to cut back daily, if too much isn't purchased all at once.
Check out Consumer Reports on BPAs if you want more information, and Amazon listings on the Internet for more BPA-free products.
BPAs are a nasty chemical resin used to coat the inside of cans and as a component of hard clear plastic bottles. BPAs are linked to obesity, cancer and even, gender-bending.Use bluray burner to burn video to BD DVD on blu ray burner disc.
BPAs were created to prevent spoilage. They leach their way off the inside lining of cans and plastic bottles. They enter the food and beverages they protect, from beer to beans. Leaching occurs faster, and in greater amounts, when heat is involved, like a water bottle left in the sun.
There is evidence that BPAs are among those gender-bender chemicals. Gender-benders in BPAs mimic estrogen.
Breast cancer, reproductive problems, obesity, diabetes, developmental problems, and, as the term gender-bender suggests, an unusual overdevelopment of feminine hormones resulting in feminizing boys, were all linked to BPAs. Yet, they are approved by the FDA,Free DIY Wholesale pet supplies Resource! who all the while, supports finding alternatives to replace BPAs.
Most people live by the rule "too much of anything will kill you." This is applicable to BPAs. But how much BPAs are we ingesting and how much is actually harmful? And did BPAs really cause once bikini-goers to now don the one-piece?
Without any sense of urgency from the government agencies, corporations have begun looking for BPA-coating alternatives. They are taking steps to phase out BPAs altogether.Polycore zentai are manufactured as a single sheet,
Phased out gives the impression that the chemical in question is less dangerous than if it were to be stripped from the shelves. But the removal of BPAs from bottles and cans seems to be prompted only by consumer response.
Companies that are phasing out BPAs include Heinz, while companies that aren't looking for alternatives to BPAs include Coca-Cola, and even Whole Foods.
While they're all making up their minds, avoid plastic bottles with the number seven on the bottom; those most definitely contain BPAs, and wait for the glass bottles of beer to go on sale, although the vats used in the fermenting process for both beer and wine are sometimes coated with BPAs!
Eden-canned food products are BPA-free. But most importantly,This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. consider drinking water, or anything you ingest daily. It's better to order your bottled water in glass bottles or use Brita products for daily drinking water. For outdoor Customized imprinted and promotional usb flash drives.use, switch your daily water bottle over to Camelbak or Kleen Kanteen.
If you can't strip it from your summertime fun, you might want to phase out BPAs in your own home. Summertime sales on soda, water and beer will last all summer long, so it might be easier to cut back daily, if too much isn't purchased all at once.
Check out Consumer Reports on BPAs if you want more information, and Amazon listings on the Internet for more BPA-free products.
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