Op Shop Quotes

He’d never felt this protective of a woman before. Only she brought that out in him. That powerful, odd mixture of independence and vulnerability completely melted him. The fact that she flew a Black Hawk and could talk shop with the best of them? Hot as hell. And her laugh. God, she had the dirtiest laugh he’d ever heard. Every time he heard it he thought of sex. Hot, sweaty sex, the kind that left a man exhausted and weak and his partner unable to move.

On the avenue, dark and tree-lined, shop windows began to blink on.

Ha! Listen, this guy walks into a bar, with a shopping bag, right? He sits down, puts the bag on the bar. Something in the bag is moving, and the bartender says ‘Hey, buddy, no animals in here’. You with me, Jones?” “Yah.” “The guy is looking real unhappy, totally down in the dumps, he reaches in the bag. He pulls out a brass lantern, then a small piano, a little stool, and finally a little guy in a tuxedo, about a foot tall. The little guy sits on the stool and starts playing the piano. Playing the piano, right?” “Yah. Got, it.” “Bartender says,” Williams’ grasp on a handhold slipped for a heart-stopping moment before the suit gloves restored their sticky grip. He could see the problem was some sort of fluid leaking from the access hatch above had coated the handhold. He moved his hand to the left to avoid the slippery fluid, and continued climbing down. “Bartender says, ‘That’s amazing, where’d you get him?’ Guy points to the lamp. ‘Magic genie granted me a wish, But he don’t hear so well-’ Before the guy can stop him, the bartender grabs the lamp, rubs it and shouts ‘I want a million bucks!’. POOF! The bar is filled with ducks! Ducks everywhere, under the tables, in the street outside, feathers flying all over the place. The bartender says ‘What the hell?’ So the guy says ‘I told you the genie don’t hear so well. You really think I asked for a twelve inch pianist?

I loved Twitter: an open, rhizomatic forum where you could aggravate existing mental illnesses, shop for new ones, violate your Miranda rights, and get fired. A place to be judged on the character of your content, driven by rubbernecking and spite, where fame is a millstone and names are bad op-sec. Twitter was the right word for it, birdsong being a Darwinian squall mistaken for idle chatter, screaming for territory and mates. An improv class, press conference, intervention, Klan rally, comics convention, and struggle session all booked in the same conference room.

Jobs and Kottke became serious vegetarians during their freshman year. “Steve got into it even more than I did,” said Kottke. “He was living off Roman Meal cereal.” They would go shopping at a farmers’ co-op, where Jobs would buy a box of cereal, which would last a week, and other bulk health food. “He would buy flats of dates and almonds and lots of carrots, and he got a Champion juicer and we’d make carrot juice and carrot salads. There is a story about Steve turning orange from eating so many carrots, and there is some truth to that.” Friends remember him having, at times, a sunset-like orange hue.

Ze was niet gek, ze was in de grote boeken en theorieën gedoken, ze had geleerd dat God dood was en dat de Mens (dat andere anachronisme) op zijn laatste benen liep als belichaming van een antwoord op het Leven, ze wist dat men geacht werd verhalen met een gelukkige afloop en tevreden heldinnen pulp te noemen en geen literatuur. Toch zat ze, misschien omdat ze een zwak had voor soap operas en liedjes waarvan het verheven refrein zong van de wens om te "Hold you, oh yeah, and love you baby, I said and love you baby," nog steeds te wachten (bij de telefoon of anderszins) tot de verlossing zich zou aandienen.

OPTIONS FOR REDUCING While thrift stores such as Goodwill or the Salvation Army can be a convenient way to initially let go, many other outlets exist and are often more appropriate for usable items. Here are some examples: • Amazon.com • Antiques shops • Auction houses • Churches • Consignment shops (quality items) • Craigslist.org (large items, moving boxes, free items) • Crossroads Trading Co. (trendy clothes) • Diggerslist.com (home improvement) • Dress for Success (workplace attire) • Ebay.com (small items of value) • Flea markets • Food banks (food) • Freecycle.org (free items) • Friends • Garage and yard sales • Habitat for Humanity (building materials, furniture, and/or appliances) • Homeless and women’s shelters • Laundromats (magazines and laundry supplies) • Library (books, CDs and DVDs) • Local SPCA (towels and sheets) • Nurseries and preschools (blankets, toys) • Operation Christmas Child (new items in a shoe box) • Optometrists (eyeglasses) • Regifting • Rummage sales for a cause • Salvage yards (building materials) • Schools (art supplies, magazines, dishes to eliminate class party disposables) • Tool co-ops (tools) • Waiting rooms (magazines) • Your curb with a “Free” sign

It was a gorgeous evening, with a breeze shimmering through the trees, people strolling hand in hand through the quaint streets and the plaza. The shops, bistros and restaurants were abuzz with patrons. She showed him where the farmer's market took place every Saturday, and pointed out her favorite spots- the town library, a tasting room co-op run by the area vintners, the Brew Ha-Ha and the Rose, a vintage community theater. On a night like this, she took a special pride in Archangel, with its cheerful spirit and colorful sights. She refused to let the Calvin sighting drag her down. He had ruined many things for her, but he was not going to ruin the way she felt about her hometown. After some deliberation, she chose Andaluz, her favorite spot for Spanish-style wines and tapas. The bar spilled out onto the sidewalk, brightened by twinkling lights strung under the big canvas umbrellas. The tables were small, encouraging quiet intimacy and insuring that their knees would bump as they scooted their chairs close. She ordered a carafe of local Mataro, a deep, strong red from some of the oldest vines in the county, and a plancha of tapas- deviled dates, warm, marinated olives, a spicy seared tuna with smoked paprika. Across the way in the plaza garden, the musician strummed a few chords on his guitar. The food was delicious, the wine even better, as elemental and earthy as the wild hills where the grapes grew. They finished with sips of chocolate-infused port and cinnamon churros. The guitar player was singing "The Keeper," his gentle voice seeming to float with the breeze.

The Dandelion Co-op carried locally grown vegetables, and almond milk, and nuts and spices in bulk. Sunshine's parents had hooked me on natural food. Cassie and Sam had a plump little garden back behind the cabin, in the only spot that got much sun. They made coconut milk ice cream, and cauliflower fried in olive oil, and pesto pizzas, and on and on.

Shopping at the Dandelion Co-op made me feel European. Very Audrey Hepburn as Sabrina in Paris (that movie played a few weeks ago in the park). River picked out goat cheese to spread on crispy-crusted French bread for the picnic, and olives, and a jar of roasted red peppers, and a bar of seventy percent dark chocolate, and a bottle of sparkling water. He bought some things for himself too: organic whole-fat milk, another crunchy baguette, glossy espresso beans (which were roasted by Gianni's family and sold all over town), bananas, Parmigiano-Reggiano, fat brown eggs, extra-virgin olive oil, and some bulk spices. I watched River as he shopped. Closely. I watched him breathe in deep the gorgeous roasted smell of the espresso beans before he ground them. I watched him open the egg carton and stroke the brown shells before closing it again. I watched him slip his slim fingers into the barrel of bright purple-and-white cranberry beans, unable to resist the urge, just like me. I always had to put my hands in the pretty, speckled beans. Always.

Shopping List A breadboard (Jameco #20601, Bitsbox #CN329) with at least 30 rows. A standard 9 V battery to power the circuit. A 9 V battery clip (Jameco #11280, Bitsbox #BAT033) to connect the battery to the circuit. A standard LED (Jameco #34761, Bitsbox #OP003) A 330 Ω resistor (Jameco #661386, Bitsbox #CR25330R) for limiting the current to the LED. A polarized 1000 µF capacitor (Jameco #158298, Bitsbox #EC1KU25)

Farmland’s plants had a key advantage: they were located right next door to their customers—the farmers. This gave them an edge on transportation costs. If these plants closed, there would be a dramatic fertilizer shortage. It would be simply impossible to import all the fertilizer that midwestern farmers needed. The Farmland plants were similar to Koch’s oil refinery in Pine Bend. They were perched on exclusive real estate, giving them an advantage over their competitors. Demand wasn’t going to disappear, and it wasn’t feasible for new competitors to set up shop nearby. Perhaps most important, nobody else in the marketplace attributed this value to the Farmland plants. When Farmland put the plants up for sale, the co-op got very little interest. There were two big, publicly traded fertilizer companies that seemed like natural buyers, called Agrium and CF Industries. But these companies were also embroiled in the natural gas crisis and seemed obsessed with their quarterly losses and the near-term economics of the fertilizer business.

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Christopher Little states, “If there’s anything that all horses [enterprise IT organizations] hate, it’s hearing stories about unicorns [DevOps shops]. Which is strange, because horses and unicorns are probably the same species. Unicorns are just horses with horns.

Shopping List A breadboard (Jameco #2212218, Bitsbox #CN204) with at least 60 rows. Breadboard jumper wires (Jameco #2237044, Bitsbox #CN236)—you’ll need around 35 for this project. Standard hookup wire works, too. A standard 9 V battery to power the circuit. A 9 V battery clip (Jameco #11280, Bitsbox #BAT033) to connect the battery. A 555 timer IC (Jameco #904085, Bitsbox #QU001) to create the timing. A 10 kΩ resistor (Jameco #691104, Bitsbox #CR2510K) to set the game speed. A 100 kΩ resistor (Jameco #691340, Bitsbox #CR25100K) to set the game speed. A 1 µF capacitor (Jameco #768183, Bitsbox #CC006) to set the game speed. A 4017 decade counter IC (Jameco #12749, Bitsbox #QU020) to control the LEDs. Two standard blue LEDs (Jameco #2193889, Bitsbox #OP033) Two standard red LEDs (Jameco #333973, Bitsbox #OP002) A standard green LED (Jameco #34761, Bitsbox #OP003) Ten 100 Ω resistors (Jameco #690620, Bitsbox #CR25100R) for limiting the current to the LEDs. A 4011 NAND-gate IC (Jameco #12634, Bitsbox #QU018) to create the SR latch for starting and stopping the game. Two 1 kΩ resistors (Jameco #690865, Bitsbox #CR251K) to act as pull-up resistors for the start/stop circuit. Two push buttons (Jameco #119011, Bitsbox #SW087), one for resetting the game and one for playing.

In an op-ed in Inc. magazine, Thomas Goetz explains the difficulties that Iodine and other startups in the United States have had in their efforts to revolutionize health care: Unlike so many other industries, health care has proved allergic to upstarts that would emerge, uncork a radically new model, and push the incumbents aside. There are many reasons for this, but most boil down to “health care is different.” It’s highly regulated, which makes rapid transformation difficult. The incumbents are massive enterprises with multiple services, so challenging them is nearly impossible. It isn’t a market-driven industry that responds to better, cheaper, faster. You can’t price-shop. The government is the biggest customer. All the incentives are misaligned.

paid for with a coin-operated meter. When the officials came round, the money was tipped out on to the kitchen table, counted and piled into pound stacks. Mum watched the counting process like a hawk, hoping there was more money than the bill required – meters were viewed as bonus moneyboxes. Every Friday night, Dad brought home his wages, and Mum dived in first. She put some aside in a teapot for the rent, then Dad would go to the fish-and-chip shop and queue for an hour: fish and chips was every family’s end-of-week treat. We often ran out of cash in our household so Mum had a slate at the corner shop and an account at the Co-op, which rewarded her with

In the northernmost block, located next to a public square and close to the main thoroughfare, various non-residential uses have flourished alongside a range of dwelling types, including a student residence. The active ground floors include small shops, offices, and services, a “bodega” pub, a cellar restaurant and music venue, and a nursery school with big front windows. There is a co-op supermarket that has progressively expanded into neighboring buildings, including a former cinema and a bank, creating an important local shopping hub. The courtyard includes a nursery for the smallest children and a shared laundry for the student housing.

It’s nothing, Steve. I should get back to all this paperwork.” I nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll talk to you later.” After visiting the mayor’s office, I went over to the blacksmith shop to chat with Bob. I found my friend hard at work in front of the furnace. He was smelting some iron ore that was just delivered from the secret mining location. “Did you get the mayor’s order for rail tracks?” I asked. Bob turned away from the furnace and nodded. “Yeah, it looks like your special armor will have to wait.” “That’s fine, I can wait.” “It’s a pretty large order, so you might have to wait a long while.” “Aw… I guess I don’t have a choice.” “Oh, I’ve been thinking about something.” “What is it?” I asked. “I thought of a cool name for your new extra heavy weapon.” “Yeah? You got a name for it?” Bob nodded. “Check it out…” I waited patiently. “The Diamond Destroyer.” “Ooooh… I like it!” I said. “It sounds super OP.