#Geographic Tags

[datastring]

Automatic Industrial Tunnel Pasteurizers Market to Reach $1008.7 Million by 2035

The global Automatic Industrial Tunnel Pasteurizers market is on track for substantial growth, with projected revenue rising to $1008.7 million by 2035, up from $387.0 million in 2024. This reflects a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 9.1% over the forecast period from 2024 to 2035.

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These pasteurizers play a crucial role in several sectors including food processing, beverage bottling, and pharmaceutical packaging. The market is set to benefit from rising consumer demand for safe, long-shelf-life products, alongside innovations in food processing technology and automation.

Competitive Landscape and Market Leaders

The Automatic Industrial Tunnel Pasteurizers industry is marked by intense competition and the presence of several globally recognized players. Leading companies driving innovation and market penetration include:

Alfa Laval

Tetra Pak

GEA Group

Krones AG

Shandong Jimeile Limited

KHS GmbH

JBT Corporation

PERACETTI

Primodan

Technibag

FBR-ELPO

REDA S.p.A.

With a strong focus on technological advancement, automation, and energy-efficient pasteurization processes, these companies are investing heavily in R&D to meet growing food safety regulations and operational efficiency demands.

Growth Drivers and Market Opportunities

Several key trends are shaping the future of the Automatic Industrial Tunnel Pasteurizers market:

Demand for Processed Foods: Increasing urbanization and changing dietary preferences are fueling the need for large-scale, reliable pasteurization solutions.

Technological Innovations: Developments in temperature control, automation, and modular design are enhancing productivity and energy efficiency.

Emphasis on Food Safety: Regulatory pressure and consumer expectations around hygiene and safety are pushing demand for advanced pasteurization technology.

Emerging Markets: Rapid industrialization and infrastructure investments in countries like China, India, Brazil, and Saudi Arabia offer major growth opportunities.

Strategic Partnerships: Collaborations among OEMs, integrators, and end users are creating new avenues for market penetration.

Regional Trends and Supply Chain Evolution

The North American and European markets currently dominate the global landscape due to their mature food processing industries and stringent food safety regulations. However, emerging markets in Asia-Pacific, South America, and the Middle East are becoming key focal points for expansion.

Despite facing challenges such as high installation and maintenance costs and a shortage of skilled labor, the overall ecosystem—from raw material sourcing and component manufacturing to assembly and end-use applications—is expected to become more agile and decentralized. Companies are expanding their operations and making strategic investments in Brazil, India, and Saudi Arabia to enhance supply chain efficiency and tap into new revenue pools.

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[fatehbaz]

Who gets to be human? On Black geographies, damned people living in inhospitable places, other ways of knowing and being, and racist legacy of European academic epistemologies.

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The idea of the plantation is migratory. [...] Past colonial encounters created material and imaginative geographies that reified global segregations through “damning” the spaces long occupied by Man's human others. Here, damning can be understood in two interlocking ways: as a fencing in and as a condemnation of racial-sexual difference. The uninhabitable - in particular, the landmasses occupied by those who, in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, were unimaginable, both spatially and corporeally - is the geographic (non)location through which the plantation emerged. From Caliban's “uninhabited” island in Shakespeare's The Tempest, to the regions within Africa identified as too hot to be livable, the landmasses deemed uninhabitable presented a geographic predicament upon “discovery.” [...] [A] "new symbolic construct of race," which coincided with post-1492 colonial arrangements, organized much of the world according to a racial logic. [...] The colonial enactment of geographic knowledge mapped “a normal way of life” through measuring different degrees of humanness and attaching different versions of the human to different places. […] [I]n the sites of toxicity, environmental decay, pollution […] inhabited by impoverished communities […] the [current] geographies of the racial other are emptied out of life precisely because the historical constitution of these geographies has cast them as lands of no one. So in our present moment, some live in the unlivable, and to live in the unlivable condemns the geographies of marginalized to death over and over again. Life, then, is extracted from particular regions […]. If we believe that the city [the prison, the resort, other "postcolonial spaces"] is the commercial expression of the plantation and its marginalized masses, and that the plantation is a persistent but ugly blueprint of our contemporary spatial troubles, Wynter's essay asks that we seek out secretive histories […]. [R]acial violence haunts, [...] the struggles we face, intellectually, are a continuation of plantation narratives that dichotimize geographies into us/them and hide secretive histories that undo the teleological [...] underpinnings of [colonial, imperial, modern] spatiality.

Text by: Katherine McKittrick. “Plantation Futures.” Small Axe, Volume 17, Number 3, November 2013 (No. 42), pages 1-15. [Emphasis mine.]

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Registering the marine world as central to the making of modernity - from slave ships and sea-borne empires to container logistics and the industrialized extraction of its resources (from fish to fossil fuels) - we encounter the constant of colonialism in the haunting racism that produces the violent grammar of inhospitality, today etched on the body of the contemporary migrant. [...] This is to interrupt and rework Occidental historiography, sociology, and philosophy, and to puncture their faith in rendering the world transparent to their will. […] Promoting the instability of critical language is to take responsibility for what Achille Mbembe calls the becoming-black of the world: where the production of subjection provokes alternative knowledge, practices, and politics […]. Today the increasing use of drones in the Mediterranean as part of the technology of governance marks the latest abandonment of social responsibility to the bio-surveillance of unwanted bodies and discarded lives. Smart borders take migrants far below the category of “bare life,” [...] and extends the racial profiling written into the historical premises that betray their deep incubation in the refusal to register the languages and limits of the white myths [...]. From the Black Atlantic to the Black Mediterranean: seas of dispossession and unbelonging have constantly demonstrated the political, juridical, and onto-epistemological limits of modernity. They promote a constant critique of the epistemic foundations of Western [colonial "liberalism"]. Those on the water, the wretched of the sea, the damned [...], who cannot source their identity in the territory of the nation-state, are without rights. They have no social [...] validity. [...] Yet they simultaneously [...] exist, persist, and resist. [...] The algorithm sputters in the dark while cut-up, bricolage, collage, and montage work the critical gaps [...]. The archives unwind to expose other computations of time and further folds in space: the promise of foreign cartographies [...].

Text by: Iain Chambers. A section by Chambers in the essay co-authored by Tiziana Terranova and Iain Chambers. “Technology, Postcoloniality, and the Mediterranean.” e-flux Journal Issue #123. December 2021. [Emphasis mine.]

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[T]he framing of the inhumanities forces a reckoning with the humanist liberal subject that orders the humanities: an invisible and indivisible white subject position [...]. In Césaire’s (2000 [1972]) Discourse on Colonialism, he suggested that “at the very time when it most often mouths the word, the West has never been further from being able to live a true humanism [...]”. In another searing critique of [White, European, liberal/colonial] humanism, Fanon (1961) tied the unrealized figure of a true humanism to the earth, as a wretched counterpoint, whereby the inhuman residues of the colonial project abide as discarded matter […]. Those blackened colonial afterlives in “modernity’s project of unfreedom” (Walcott 2014, 94) are still very much present in the political geologies of climate change vulnerabilities, the wasting effects of racial capitalism, and neo-extractivist economies […]. The narrative arc of humanism, Scott (2000) suggested in conversation with Wynter, is often told as a kind of European coming-of-age story. […] The Anthropocene discourse follows the same coming-of-age humanist script [...]. Sylvia Wynter, W.E.B. DuBois, and Achille Mbembe all showed how that genealogy of man [as universal concept] was underscored by the racial division of life and nonlife. […] In its simplest iteration, there are forms of life on one side and nonlife on the other; nonlife that is constituted through death, and more recently in Mbembe and Povinelli’s writing through forms of social death, exhaustion, and extinguishment, wherein nonlife emerges as a zone of governance. The gravitational pull that centers these divisions between life and nonlife is the human subject as it is conceived through a Western normative frame [...]. As new forms of racialized beings were articulated through sixteenth- through nineteenth-century paleontology in the context of colonialism, geology was also articulating new origins of the earth, as well as forming the material praxis of their rearrangement (through mining, ecological rearrangements and extractions, and forms of geologic displacements such as plantations, dams, fertilizers, crops, and introduction of “alien” animals). [...] Historically, this normative sphere of humanism was racist and specifically antiblack, and without challenging that history, it remains so, every time the universal or human is invoked. Some of the greatest challenges, of course, came from anticolonial thinkers struggling to make sense of their painful histories in their fullest terms, such as Fanon (1959, 1961), Césaire, Glissant, C. L. R. James and Wynter. As Wynter (2000) commented, “The degradation of concrete humans, that was/is the price of empire, of the kind of humanism that underlies it” (154). For Wynter (2000), “what is called the West [...] begins with the founding of post-1492 Caribbean” (152). Wynter challenged the geographical imaginary that the Americas and Caribbean are somehow an epistemological outside to Western knowledge […].

Text by: Kathryn Yusoff. “The Inhumanities.” Annals of the American Association of Geographers, Volume 11, Issue 3. November 2020. [Emphasis mine.]

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But what becomes of the native-occupied “uninhabitable” zones is a geo-racial reorganization. The “new symbolic construct of race,” which coincided with post-1492 colonial arrangements, was spatially organized according to a new […] logic. […] That is, the uninhabitable […] is underscored by racial and sexual differences. To transform the [land] […], and make this transformation profitable, the land must become a site of racial-sexual regulation, a geography that maps “a normal way of life” […] This is expressed through uneven geographies: spatial arrangements [...]. The inhabitability [...] also produces [...] forms of geographic nonexistence, which differ from what was assumed was "not there." [...] [W]hat Edouard Glissant describes as the "real but long unnoticed" places [...]: cultural sharings, new poetics, new ways of being [...]. Those who occupy the spaces of Otherness are always already encountering space and therefore articulate how genres or modes of humanness are intimately connected to where we/they are ontologically as well as geographically. To return to an earlier discussion, spaces of Otherness are “palpitating with life.” [...]

Text by: Katherine McKittrick. “Demonic Grounds: Sylvia Wynter.” Demonic Grounds: Black Women and The Cartographies of Struggle. 2006. [Emphasis mine.]

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okay i'm never gonna say another bad word about the catalogue of ships, just for how comedically dramatic i gasped as i was rereading it last night

how have i never registered that just like greater ajax is at troy with his illegitimate half brother (teucer), lesser ajax is ALSO there with an illegitimate half brother (medon)!

of course i can't help but compare. teucer is not mentioned in the catalogue because he hasn't brought any ships himself (i imagine him more as a salamis package deal with big ajax). medon, interestingly, isn't there with the locrian faction, but has stepped up as leader to the coalition that philoctetes originally led

it seems that medon has a good deal more social currency than teucer does, no doubt in part related to the standing of their mothers -- medon's the son of a nymph, just like achilles. but still his lower status is made abundantly clear as he's described as a nothos, "oileus' bastard son"! don't think for a moment that a warrior, no matter how accomplished or semi-divine, can escape the fact that his parents weren't married!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

south africa but i've never been there also i'm drinking

HELLO MAGGOTS this is the good omens mascot here hello hello. my psychiatrist just spent today telling me how I won't be able to be out in college when it starts in May and I'll be misgendered etc etc it's all a good time. So my solution:

My darling cousin @imchronicallyonlinesowhat (the one who thought Sir Terry Pratchett looked like Sudha Murthy, was a kindly old woman and was married to Neil Gaiman because their book cover fonts were similar, OG maggots know the PAIN) who lives in South Africa asked me to make a South Africa post. FYI, she's moving to Australia for college, so you can be assured I shared my Australia posts with her she is SO prepared she won't say marmite instead of vegemite and she knows the Wibbles are inherently sexual. SOUTH AFRICA (I've only had a teeny weeny bit of cheap ass wine so far):

There a lot of white people there it's ineffable. There are enough of them there that my cousin regularly talks about not ever marrying someone who doesn't have some masala.

Afrikaans is a gorgeous language. I thought my cousin was showing me her Afrikaans notes once. She wasn't. It was her English notes, she just has the most illegible yet neat handwriting in the world.

They don't say yo but they say YOH and it sounds very much like a bass drum.

People at my cousin's school pump their hands in the air while saying jesus-jesus.

There's a trio of white boys that rule the school kind of like a genderswapped mean girls. They all look the same haircut-wise, they're Catholic and they're called the Triumvirate.

I'm realising here that my knowledge of South Africa is limited to cuzzy's school. But the wine is shit and I promised my blood-relative so I am continuing.

The books are fucking expensive and so everyone has to pirate shit. This sounds like the US.

Everyone is TALL. Like VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY TALL. The standard of height is insanely different from India. TALL.

If you don't have a last name you're going to get into legal trouble.

The no hat no play rule applies here as well as Australia apparently.

The wine cost like 2.5 dollars in USD if my conversion rates are correct, it smells like battery acid and tastes of rotted grapes. Nothing to do with South Africa, it's just that I cannot remember a single other thing about South Africa other than it's a country in Africa that's presumably in the South.

My braincells are already frying. For my cousin's sake, I'm going to compile all my Australia posts here so that she knows what to expect! Australian maggots your continent is about to be graced with the Good Omens Mascot bloodline. Notably the one with the Sudha Murthy fuck up so that's doubly fun. @howmanyholesinswisscheese, @im-a-sentient-magic-carpet, @madfangirlontheloose @obsessed-sketches @drconstellation and any other Aussie maggots be prepared and welcome her.

Toot Toot Chugga Chugga by the Wiggles is an Ineffable Husbands Song

Deaths in Australia in 2015, an ask

VEGEMITE IS NOT MARMITE, another passionate ask

Pt I Australia but I've never been there

Pt II Australia but I've never been there

Oh I hate cheap wine. @imchronicallyonlinesowhat I hope you appreciate this, blood of mine. I'm such a great cousin.

[terr-hedgehog]

A Toy Story: Coffee World

QRT

[lupine-trees]

until we see the sun.

[ the boys are on a mysterious magical mission. inspired by the @drarrymicrofic january song prompt: “running wild” by jin ]

drarry | word count: ~620 | rating: t

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The ley line had led them due east. The signatures had seemed coastal, initially, but the readings had gone sideways once they landed, the dowsing compass spinning frenetically until they began walking inland. Then, once they were facing toward Inverness, it steadied. Stopped, still.

Most of the night was gone, and they’d tracked the seam, taking the odd measurement, walking in companionable and focused quiet.

“You think the rift will stabilize if we find the center?” Harry had asked, softly, trying to hush the uncertainty.

Draco, knelt down in the dark of the field, caught in the ring of Harry’s lumos, brushed his fingers across the map in their field guide. Three anchor points were marked on the page. Three of what they assumed were seven altogether.

“Suppose we’ll find out,” he answered, snapping the guide closed, pulling the end of his wand from the soil.

“Scripturam mementus,” he’d whispered, and Harry had imagined the fine scrawl of his handwriting unfolding inside the book’s bindings, careful notes and geologic data settling onto paper.

The terrain was rough, and it had been foolish, ultimately, not to pack their port-a-brooms. They hadn’t expected, though, to be so far off-mark.

Over the last 12 hours, Harry supposed they’d managed to cover nearly 40 kilometers. Which wasn’t bad, considering the dark and the frequent stops for sampling, the picking their way carefully through unmarked highland. It was slow going, and who knew how long until they reached where the compass was guiding them?

They stood at the crest of one of the foothills of Aonach Buidhe, passing the charmed canteen back and forth between them.

Harry’s lumos was growing fainter. Orange was humming over the hills ahead of them, sunrise imminent. The cast of light lingered and rolled over the loch in the valley below.

Mhoicean, Harry thought, maybe, recalling from an earlier check of their hydrological map.

He was trying hard, really, not to watch Draco as he drank— the pull of his throat, the rivulet spilling from the greedy corner of his lip. Draco caught his eye, though, his gaze tugging from the eastern hills, from the soft-glowing body of water.

Harry flushed, turning away, and suddenly, Draco was shoving the canteen sharply to his chest, a flurry of motion.

“Wha—” Harry began.

“Shush,” Draco answered shortly, dropping to the ground and clawing frantically through his bag, drawing out the guide and the maps, notes and samples, settling them quickly on the hillside. Harry watched his mind work, the thrum of calculation overcome him.

Then: still.

He glanced up to Harry, eyes bright, smile wide. “You weren’t wrong,” he said, and Harry felt it whistle through him.

“What?” he answered, a croak of a sound.

“About the coast. Ah, well, perhaps about the coast, yes, but— the instinct was right.”

Harry puzzled, aching. “I don’t… follow.”

Draco tugged at the hem of his coat, and Harry dropped to the earth beside him. He pointed to the map in front of them, gestured to the loch below.

“Water, Potter,” he breathed, elation scarcely contained. “We’re going to Loch Moy.”

He gathered their things quickly as Harry let the revelation settle in him.

“Come on,” Draco called, already partway down the valley, glancing back, his hair catching gold. He grinned up at him wildly, took off running.

It was nonsensical. Harry knew that, knew Draco must know, too. Their haggled portkey was for nine o’clock, and it must have been half six already. Loch Moy may as well have been ages away.

And yet.

The compass in his chest was fine-tuned: sure and pointing. Draco was running— Harry would follow.

He took off down the hill, heart on the horizon. Racing toward the sun.

[witchstone]

they should do a study on why people on this site seem to feel the compulsive need to announce their ignorance on the posts of others

[unhetalia]

seeing antis on tumblr is so annoying ... go to tiktok where you belong

[lynzishell]

'Song tag - Couples Edition'! Rules: Simply pick one of your OC couples and choose the song that best represents their relationship. Then post the song on your Simblr with a screenshot of your couple. Post the lyrics too if you want, it's up to you! Send this ask to some of your mutuals who also have OCs, or tag them in your post! No obligation, just have fun if you decide to do it! 💖

TY TY @dandylion240, @elderwisp, and @igotsnothing for this Ask/Tag!! Also, sorry it took me so long! I've been meaning to post this one for weeks, but I've been very easily distracted lately! SO, n e way, I'm using the multiple asks/tags as an excuse to share for both Atlas & Asher and Phoenix & Dawn 😊✨💖✨😊

For me, their song will always be A Love Defined by Geographer I think the lyrics are pretty self-explanatory, but every time I listen to this one, it's like I can see them actually singing it to each other, so here are some snips of the most relevant parts:

Came here to love it all Waiting arms I'm waiting on We fall through time Where love Has always been defined ... Oh, I've been searching for your love So long Oh, I get lost inside my thoughts Too much Will you believe in me? So I can believe in us Will you receive my dreams? So I can feel their touch

Aw and of course, their song is the one that Atlas sang for them on their wedding day 🥹 Lost In A Love Song by Geographer

I've been lost in a love song I've known since I was young I can't remember the verses And the chorus is too long I've felt the touch of sun upon my fingers when they were frozen I've slept beside a river where it emptied into the ocean But all that I could beg or steal Pales compared to the notion That love has chosen me

[guesst]

temeraire wizard au.......

[altschmerzes]

california and new york get way too much musical attention. we as a society need more songs about other states. like what does a desperately homesick minnesotan gotta do to get a few heartfelt ballads and upbeat pop songs in dedication to my beloved home state. am i supposed to be content with a line in a macklemore song? the music industry is in a shambles.

[robo-dino-puppy]

a tallneck on the journey west

[pencildragons]

‘A Greenland whale’, I was informed by the old professor who was standing beside me, ‘so far only recorded in the Arctic.’ The strange animal did not move and the city was at a loss what to do in the face of the impending danger. Some suggested bombarding it from a distance, but did we know how it would react to such an attack? We might merely succeed in provoking it, it might spit out poison and destroy what little we had left. Better wait and see, perhaps it would go away of its own accord

i have no idea what the context is for this but it's fucking awesome tbh . thank you anon in my box writing impromptu flash fiction

[leroibobo]

the kiti cha enzi (swahili for "chair of power") style of chair reflects both the tradition of decorative chairs being associated with wealth and power in many niger-congo language-speaking societies, as well as the various artistic influences which converged on the swahili coast due to trade. the chairs, only ever made in mombasa and the islands of pate, lamu, and zanzibar, are wooden - mostly ebony - with the seats made of woven string, and inlaid with ivory, bone, and sometimes silver.

the style was first developed in the 15th century. (this particular chair dates to the 19th.) despite the chairs' intricacy, they're also designed to be easy to take apart and carry - an important feature for past swahili rulers and other important figures who were always on the move. wealthy families tended to have at least a few which they'd use to seat important guests while less wealthy families may have owned less decorative versions.

[mainblag]

realized minecraft was becoming something of an addiction/compulsion and am going cold turkey on it for the sake of my mental health. day one of self-imposed "No Minecraft" and I'm trying to fill the void.

people sketches.