.env Quotes

Only the myopic magnifying lens of the television camera maintains the demonstration, march, and picketing as a modality of political expression; they have otherwise faded into meaninglessness since the end of the Vietnam War with the shift of urban form and activity. These acts and activities have been displaced over the past decade from the square and main street to the windswept emptiness of City Hall Mall or Federal Building Plaza. To encounter a ragtag mob of protesters in such places today renders them enve more pathetic, their marginality enforced by a physcial displacement into so unimportant, uninhabited, and unloved a civic location.

Next-generation Frequency Allocation and International 4G Standardization In response to the changes in the mobile communications frequency using the env

When you start a session in R, the variables you create are in the global environment .GlobalEnv,

Defense mechanisms are everywhere and with every organisms to protect themselves from predators and other environmental or ecological stimulus, even music is a defense mechanism, even coding is defense mechanism, AI/ML is to understand defense mechanisms,/ But for me when i figure out Biological/ environmental/ecological stimuli responsible for specific reactions i e physiological dynamics, i observe, study, research and finally defend on thesis presentation or viva voce or laude ., Aspiring Biologist / Env/ecologist

One morning, without prior notice, the railway level cross-ing opened and the sky- blue Plymouth with the sun in its tail fns sailed through. The architecture of the novel I was writing revealed itself to me. I actually drew it on the back of an enve-lope. Once I knew what I was doing, I wrote quickly. I developed the habit of taking deep, dreamy catnaps after writing a few para-graphs. After several hundred catnaps, over several hundred days, suddenly one ordinary summer morning that had nothing beyond the blazing heat to recommend itself, the story was told, the book was written. It had taken me more than four years. With the last of my money, I bought a printer. I printed the manuscript, and without pausing to think about it for even a moment, I printed the title: The God of Small Things . Pradip and I went out for a coffee. I sat across the table from him and recited the frst few paragraphs. ‘May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in the still, dustgreen trees . . .’ I knew the whole book by heart. ‘Finished?’ ‘Yes.