#device

My project was radiation damage of Si and Ge by energetic electrons, critical for the use of the recently developed semiconductor devices for applications in outer space. ↗

— Walter Kohn

#critical #damage #developed #devices #electrons

First, our focus on security is on the infrastructure itself. So it is all about how you protect the network, the device, and the application that is riding on the server. ↗

— John W. Thompson

#application #device #first #focus #how

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection. ↗

— H. G. Wells

#devices #engineering #imperfection #iron #machinery

A portal is a transitionary device of sight or sound that functions as a sort of third gravitating body between the this and the that, pulling us toward itself, allowing us to bridge into the unknown from the known. ↗

— Roy H. Williams

#between #body #bridge #device #functions

Language is not simply a reporting device for experience but a defining framework for it. ↗

— Benjamin Whorf

#device #experience #framework #language #reporting

Police departments no longer have to pay overtime or divert resources from other projects to find out where an individual goes - all they have to do is place a tracking device on someone's car or ask a cell phone company for that individual's location history and the technology does the work for them. ↗

— Ron Wyden

#car #cell #cell phone #company #departments

We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-" She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean. She felt him inhale. "Tess," he said. "Tess, look at me." She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one. This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his. "Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down. "No," he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #infernal-devices #tessa-gray #will-herondale #anger

Electrol Specialties Company (ESC) is a small private diversified company having five different but related business groups within the company, they are: 1. Hygienic Equipment Group providing design and build services to Biotech, Pharma and food industries for custom equipment often to address automated cleaning of production equipment. In some cases ESC would design and build some of the production equipment as well. Some equipment requires software and programming which ESC provides as well. Final testing to equipment is done at ESC, referred to as a Factory Acceptance Test (FAT). 2. Custom Spray Devices Group designs and builds custom spray devices used in the cleaning of equipment; these are almost exclusively used by Biotech and Pharmaceutical Industries. 3. Process Consulting Group provides process design for facilities to effectively integrate cleaning into the production process to assure effective results that will meet government regulations and industry standards. 4. Electrical Assembly Group provides build to print electrical and electronic assembly primarily directed to the aviation industry for test stands and ground support equipment. 5. Water Jet Cutting Services. Our Cutting Edge Waterjet Group sells the service of cutting two dimensional shapes using high pressure water. The group services the internal needs as well as a significant outside customer base covering many industries from aerospace to defense. It has one of the largest cutting tables in the Midwest and has customers across the nation. It has its own website. ESC started this business 14 years ago. ↗

— John Franks

#cip-skids #cop-skids #filtration-skids #mixing-skids #pasteurizing-skids

Will looked at him curiously. “Do you think you will see me again?” At the change in Jem’s expression, he added, “I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?” As Jem opened his mouth to answer, a rustling came from beneath their feet. Just as they both looked down, a tentacle shot from the surface of the river, wrapped itself around Jem’s ankle, and yanked him beneath the surface of the water. Will bolted to his feet with his blade in hand; the water was still boiling where the creature’s tentacles were thrashing wildly, indicating that Jem was getting some good blows in. Will’s heart pounded, firing blood and the call of battle through his veins. “Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too,” and he leaped into the water after his friend. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #change

Love potions? For Will 'erondale? 'Tain't my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you 'as got no need of love potions, and that's a fact." "No," Will said, a little desperation in his voice. "I was looking for the opposite, really -- something that might put an end to being in love." "An 'atred potion?" Mol still sounded amused. "I was hoping for something more akin to indifference? Tolerance?" She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. "I 'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing." And with that she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, "for me..." And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #the-infernal-devices #tid #will-herondale #love