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insulationking · 10 months

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Beyond Echoes: The Art and Science of Sound Insulation for Walls

Introduction: Elevating Home Comfort with Sound Insulation

As homes evolve into multifunctional spaces accommodating various activities, the need for effective sound insulation has become increasingly essential. Beyond mere echoes, the art and science of sound insulation for walls aim to create private, peaceful environments. This exploration dives into the intricacies of sound insulation, encompassing its significance, the materials involved, installation techniques, and the synergy of art and science that underpins its success.

1. The Significance of Sound Insulation: Crafting Acoustic Comfort

Sound insulation transcends the simple act of blocking noise; it is about crafting acoustic comfort within living spaces. The clamor of daily life, whether it be the hum of appliances, street noise, or the activities of cohabitants, can disrupt the tranquility of a home. Effective sound insulation transforms living spaces into havens, shielding them from external disturbances and allowing residents to fully immerse themselves in their chosen activities.

2. Materials for Sound Insulation: A Symphony of Choices

The palette of materials available for sound insulation resembles a symphony, with each element playing a unique role in creating harmony. Common materials include fiberglass, foam panels, mass-loaded vinyl, and acoustic baffles. Fiberglass, with its fibrous composition, absorbs sound waves, reducing echoes. Foam panels are versatile and effective in minimizing airborne sound. Mass-loaded vinyl acts as a barrier against sound transmission. Acoustic baffles, often suspended from ceilings, absorb sound and prevent it from bouncing off walls. Choosing the right materials involves understanding the specific sound challenges of a space and tailoring solutions accordingly.

3. Installation Techniques: Precision in the Pursuit of Quietude

The effectiveness of sound insulation hinges on precise installation techniques. Unlike traditional insulation, sound insulation requires strategic placement and attention to detail. For example, installing fiberglass panels at reflection points or using mass-loaded vinyl to line walls can significantly reduce the transmission of sound. The science lies in understanding the behavior of sound waves and strategically placing materials to intercept and absorb them. Precision in installation ensures that the desired level of acoustic comfort is achieved.

4. Balancing Cost and Performance: An Acoustic Equation

Balancing the budget with performance is a crucial consideration in the realm of sound insulation. While some materials may come with a higher upfront cost, their performance in reducing noise may justify the investment. Homeowners must weigh the long-term benefits of enhanced acoustic comfort against the immediate costs of materials and installation. The goal is to strike a balance that aligns with both financial constraints and the desire for a quieter living space.

5. Aesthetic Integration: The Artistry of Quietude

Sound insulation need not be a mere utilitarian addition; it can be seamlessly integrated into the aesthetic design of a space. Many sound-insulating materials come in various colors, textures, and finishes, allowing them to complement the existing decor. The artistry of sound insulation lies in the synergy between function and form. By choosing materials that enhance both acoustic performance and visual appeal, homeowners can create spaces that are not only quiet but also aesthetically pleasing.

6. Targeting Specific Sound Challenges: Tailoring Solutions

Different spaces within a home may face distinct sound challenges. A home office may require insulation against the clatter of keyboards, while a media room may demand protection against airborne noise. Tailoring sound insulation solutions to address specific challenges ensures that the investment is targeted and efficient. This approach recognizes that the acoustic needs of a space are as unique as its occupants and activities.

Conclusion: Crafting Harmony in Every Corner

In conclusion, the art and science of sound insulation for walls involve a meticulous blend of precision, materials, aesthetics, and practicality. Elevating beyond the echoes, the pursuit of acoustic comfort is a journey that harmonizes the technical aspects of sound control with the artistic integration of materials into living spaces. As homeowners aspire to create havens of tranquility within their walls, the symphony of sound insulation becomes the key to crafting harmony in every corner of the home. It is a testament to the idea that silence, when intentionally designed, becomes an art form that enhances the overall quality of living.

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dm-001 · 11 months

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What role do sound and acoustics play in restaurant interior ideas?

Sound and acoustics are integral components of restaurant interior design that can significantly impact the dining experience. A harmonious soundscape enhances the atmosphere, promotes conversation, and contributes to overall customer satisfaction. In this blog, we'll explore the crucial role that sound and acoustics play in restaurant interior ideas and how they can be optimized for a delightful dining environment.

1. Ambiance Enhancement

Sound is a powerful tool for creating ambiance. The choice of background music or ambient sounds can set the mood, whether it's a cozy and intimate setting with soft jazz or a vibrant and energetic atmosphere with lively tunes.

2. Conversation Comfort

Maintaining comfortable conversation levels is essential in restaurant design. Proper acoustics help diners converse without straining their voices, fostering a relaxed and enjoyable dining experience.

3. Noise Control

Noise control is vital in open and busy restaurant spaces. Noise-absorbing materials, such as acoustic panels or ceiling tiles, can help reduce unwanted echoes and ambient noise.

4. Privacy and Intimacy

Acoustic design can create pockets of privacy within the restaurant. For example, curtains or partitions can be used to separate intimate dining areas, providing a sense of seclusion.

5. Kitchen Noise Management

Managing kitchen noise is crucial for open-kitchen restaurants. Soundproofing and kitchen layout optimization can minimize disturbances to diners.

6. Soundscaping

Soundscaping involves the deliberate design of sound within a space. It can include the use of water features, natural sounds, or music playlists tailored to the restaurant's theme.

7. Material Selection

The choice of materials, such as upholstery, flooring, and wall coverings, can impact sound absorption or reflection. Textured materials tend to absorb sound, while smooth surfaces can reflect it.

8. Acoustic Panels and Tiles

Installing acoustic panels or tiles on ceilings and walls can effectively control sound. These panels come in various designs and colors to match the restaurant's aesthetics.

9. Ceiling Treatments

Suspended baffles or cloud-like ceiling treatments can help break up sound waves and reduce noise, especially in high-ceilinged spaces.

Conclusion

Sound and acoustics are essential considerations in restaurant interior design, influencing everything from ambiance to comfort and conversation. By strategically enhancing ambiance, promoting conversation comfort, controlling noise, creating privacy and intimacy, managing kitchen noise, soundscaping, selecting appropriate materials, using acoustic panels and tiles, applying ceiling treatments, considering furniture design, incorporating soundproofing elements, consulting acoustic experts, curating music, monitoring noise, and valuing customer feedback, restaurants can optimize sound and acoustics for a delightful dining environment.

A well-designed soundscape not only enhances the dining experience but also reflects the restaurant's commitment to creating a space where patrons can savor their meals, engage in conversation, and immerse themselves in a harmonious and enjoyable atmosphere. In an industry where every detail matters, sound and acoustics are the unsung heroes that contribute to the overall success and satisfaction of diners. One can achieve these by getting in touch with the renowned design and build firm such as Flipspaces, who can help you with the same.

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dmm15 · 1 year

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What role do sound and acoustics play in restaurant interior ideas?

1. Ambiance Enhancement

2. Conversation Comfort

3. Noise Control

Noise control is vital in open and busy restaurant spaces. Noise-absorbing materials, such as acoustic panels or ceiling tiles, can help reduce unwanted echoes and ambient noise.

4. Privacy and Intimacy

Acoustic design can create pockets of privacy within the restaurant. For example, curtains or partitions can be used to separate intimate dining areas, providing a sense of seclusion.

5. Kitchen Noise Management

Managing kitchen noise is crucial for open-kitchen restaurants. Soundproofing and kitchen layout optimization can minimize disturbances to diners.

6. Soundscaping

Soundscaping involves the deliberate design of sound within a space. It can include the use of water features, natural sounds, or music playlists tailored to the restaurant's theme.

7. Material Selection

The choice of materials, such as upholstery, flooring, and wall coverings, can impact sound absorption or reflection. Textured materials tend to absorb sound, while smooth surfaces can reflect it.

8. Acoustic Panels and Tiles

Installing acoustic panels or tiles on ceilings and walls can effectively control sound. These panels come in various designs and colors to match the restaurant's aesthetics.

9. Ceiling Treatments

Suspended baffles or cloud-like ceiling treatments can help break up sound waves and reduce noise, especially in high-ceilinged spaces.

Conclusion

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billyhargrovesbabe · 5 years

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ocean eyes | billy hargrove

Soooooooo this is super angsty. But I needed a different kind of angst from the one the season finale left me with, and lo-and-behold this was born. I really enjoyed writing it, despite the obvious angst and feels. Feel free to let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2,738

Warnings: Character death, violence, season 3 spoilers, gore, blood, mentions of abuse, swearing

Most people didn’t believe it when they found out the Billy Hargrove—King of Hawkins, King of the Keg-Stand, and King of the Bad Boys— was dating a total brainiac. They’d scoff, or laugh, or (at least the girls) would shriek in dismay. But no one really believed it. Everybody knew Billy was too wild to be tamed, to settle down, to pick just one girl— everyone but you.

In all honesty, you weren’t completely sure why he picked you either. Maybe it was the quiet help you’d offer him when you two were assigned to be desk neighbors in English, then partners in a History project, then lab partners in Science. It was like the world or maybe just the teachers were determined for you two to work together. Maybe it was the calm, collected way you’d dissected that frog when he was clearly too squeamish to do it himself (not that macho-man Hargrove would ever admit it, and you didn’t even make fun of him for it). Maybe it was the silent help you’d offer when he’d wince from raising his arm too high (something you soon diagnosed as a dislocated shoulder), or when you subtly re-bandaged his bloody knuckles at the back of the classroom, or that time you quietly pressed your favorite concealer in his hand to try and help with a black eye. Maybe it was because you just happened to have an amazing rack (something you knew definitely didn’t hurt). Whatever the reason, few people believed it. But that was just fine by you; no one else needed to understand it. All you knew was that it worked.

Billy protected you, and you took care of him. That was the deal. You let each other pretend to be whole. You accepted his anger and his violence, and he accepted your perfectionism and anxiety. You two never pushed the other for more than they were willing to give or say, and you respected each other’s boundaries. Hell, you didn’t even find out he had a step sister until week three of dating him. But because of this mutual respect of boundaries, you two quickly became inseparable. Soon, you were sharing even the most intimate, awkward details without a second thought. Neither of you really knew what was in store when you two would leave in the fall for California (you to attend college and him to move home), but you both knew it’d be fine so long as you had each other.

So that summer when Billy abruptly withdrew, you knew something was wrong. Your boyfriend wasn’t without his flaws— after all, he had certainly earned his reputation as an asshole— but you knew there was good in him. You had seen the sweet, funny, mischievous, caring side he buried so deep down. You knew him like you knew your multiplication tables or your SAT vocabulary— you just did. You didn’t question it. You simply trusted yourself, trusted in your knowledge, and trusted him.

That seemingly nondescript summer evening when he didn’t call you to let you know he had survived another day under his dad’s roof, you got nervous. You tried to call him a few times, and you’d either get the machine or Max or Susan, and both would tell you he wasn’t home (one time you got Neil, but you hung up before speaking to the monster). After the umpteenth unanswered call, your nervous energy began to morph into worry. That worry persisted over the next few days until you ran into his kid step-sister and her odd little friend who spoke in somewhat broken sentences at the pool. When you cornered them about Billy and they shared their strange findings with you (after a lot of convincing), that worry blew up into panic. The last straw was when someone told you they saw him drive up to Heather Holloway’s house, dressed up for a fucking date. Even when he had made it his mission his first year in town to sleep with anything in a skirt at Hawkins, he hadn’t so much as considered Heather for a second. You knew something was very, very wrong with your boyfriend. And you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You agreed to help the kids lure him into the sauna. Whether it was the promise of another victim or the supposed “normalcy” of your relationship the Mind-Flayer was after, you hadn’t ben sure. You barely managed to get out of the way before he was shoved into the sauna, where you saw the heartbreaking truth. You saw the possession, then the shift to the poor whimpering mess he was. You could see the terror in his eyes. You saw it persist in his eyes even when the Mind-Flayer took back over and broke him out of the sauna. You knew you had to save him.

You really shouldn’t have even been there that night at Starcourt, but you refused to leave. You had never been a fighter—that had always been Billy’s job— and the Party didn’t want to bring in any more people than they already had, but you refused to take no for an answer. It was your job to take care of him, and you were going to do it dammit. When the teams split up, you immediately volunteered to go with whatever team had Eleven. The girl was the only one who didn’t look at you with fear, or concern, or trepidation. She understood. She had seen Billy’s mind, after all. She confided in you later that she had seen you there, in his happier memories. They had just been a few brief glimpses, and there was nothing as lasting or influential as his memory of his mom. But you didn’t expect there to be. You had only been dating a few months. And besides, what she had seen spoke volumes. She told you about the quick glances she had of you cleaning him up ever so gently when he came to your house after Neil really laid into him, and of you sitting on the roof of his car with him between your legs while the two of you shared a smoke on one spring evening. She even told you about a memory she caught of you two just lying on the floor of your room, staring up at the ceiling and listening to music as he quietly promised to take you to California so you could see the beautiful ocean he loved so much. She knew no one could bring him peace like you did.

So Eleven understood later that night when Billy seemed so jarred after pushing you aside to get to her. She saw the swift flicker across his face, his resolve cracked and the Mind-Flayer’s hold briefly damaged as he pushed you aside. The sickening crack as your head collided with the hard floor of the mall seemed to echo in the massive space. It was easy after that. She could see he was still in there, that there was still a fraction of his soul and his mind worth saving. El saw the pain, and the heartache, and the grief as her words sunk in and she reminded him what he had left to fight for and of his mother. And Eleven understood what happened next, although that didn’t make it any less tragic.

Your eyes opened to a dark world, lit only by the fluorescent lights of the stores around you. There was a suspiciously wet feeling where your head had collided with the floor, but you paid no mind to it. You frantically searched the scene around you, eyes darting around for your boyfriend and the girl you had promised to protect. You found them off to your right, his domineering figure crouched over hers, his hands around her throat, until... suddenly, his hands were by his side again. You blinked, mind and vision a little fuzzy (you knew you probably had a concussion). Your vision cleared, and you couldn��t believe the sight before your eyes.

There was Billy— your Billy, you were certain of it— fighting off this massive... monster. It was the only word for it. As he grappled with the freakish and terrifying tongue-like appendage, you saw what he didn’t. You saw the tentacles creeping through the cloud of light and debris, snaking their way towards him. You saw him struggle to keep the creature at bay, and you knew in that moment he had no idea what was coming for him. But you did. You saw the scene flash before your eyes as the tentacles slowly seemed to open at the ends, revealing horrific fangs. In your heart, you knew there was only one way this would end if you didn’t intervene. And you refused to watch it happen.

You knew a little something about physics. You had been fascinated with it ever since you broke Jamie Foster’s arm in elementary school. After apologizing to the poor boy profusely, you tried your best to understand what had happened. He had been braced against the wall, his arms in front of him to avoid running into it while playing a game of basketball with his friends. It just so happened at that exact moment, you tripped and feel forward into the direct line of his left arm. The arm that had previously been braced against the bleachers quickly gave way, snapping like a twig and creating a sickening s-shape. You were baffled by how something so strong, so firm as a child’s bone, could break just like that. You quickly came to learn that his weight and energy had all been braced forward, meaning there was little resistance to any energy or forces that would’ve caused a change in direction. It was a lesson you’d never forgotten, and one that had inspired you on the cold floor of the mall. thirst for knowledge and love of learning. AAs you rushed towards your boyfriend, you remembered the ease of crashing and breaking something that should’ve been immovable.

You slammed your body into Billy with your full body weight and the momentum of the short sprint behind it. The usually stable mass of muscle that was your boyfriend slammed into the floor, as all of his strength had been thrown forward into resisting the Mind-Flayer’s attack. He was helpless to your unexpected shove, just as he was helpless when the bites meant for him sunk into your abdomen and back.

You were breathless, suspended in time for just a moment, as you watched him hit the floor. You couldn’t quite believe it had actually worked. His beautiful, piercing blue eyes were focused on you in a way they hadn’t been for— was it days? Weeks? You’d lost track. All you knew was that you never wanted him to stop looking at you like that: like he’d never really looked at you before. You tried to send him a small, reassuring smile even as his eyes screamed at you. You could practically hear him berating you, calling your sacrifice stupid and wrong. You didn’t mind though. You had made your choice the second you opened your eyes.

You felt the pain as the first bite sunk into your stomach, still facing the boy you had knocked out of the way. It sunk deep into your stomach, following the fangs as they tore into your flesh. The stabbing sensation tore tears from your eyes and the breath from your chest. You felt it again as the second one latched onto your back, colliding with the middle of your spinal column. After that, the pain numbed. You weren’t sure if it was shock or paralysis, but you appreciated the reprieve. You felt a strange sort of calm wash over your body. You barely registered the rest of the bites and the attacks on your battered body, barely heard the screams of Billy and Max as they cried your name. You didn’t even realize the monster had been defeated until you were laying on the ground, gasping for air, finally feeling the burning pain of the bites and the blood soaking the floor around you as it seeped out of your body. You finally realized it when you saw him crouching over you, with what looked like tears in his eyes. But that couldn’t be right. Billy Hargrove didn’t cry.

He did feel betrayal though, and you saw it. You felt his heartbreak as he looked at your beaten body, covered in blood and bites that were too deep to even pretend could be fixed. You saw the betrayal as he realized you had broken your unspoken deal: you hadn’t let him protect you. Instead, you had taken it upon yourself to protect him and now there would be nobody left to take care of him when you were gone. There’d be nobody left to patch him up, nobody there to help him pass his classes, no one there to cuddle him on the hood of his Camaro in the evenings. Maybe someday, but it would never be you again. You could see him fighting the anger that would’ve been so much easier to deal with, simmering under the surface. You could tell he had to bite his tongue, wanting to yell and rage and scream but refusing to let that taint your final moments.

You felt the aching and the warmth slowly start to leave your body as your breaths started to become quick, shallow gasps. It was almost painful to feel your chest compressing with the futile effort. Having taken more than your fair share of health classes, you knew you didn’t have much time left. You felt the sleepy haze of blood loss start to settle over you, but there was still so much you had to say. You still had to tell him just how much you loved him, how much you believed in him, how you just knew there was still so much out there for him, how he had to go and live that life in California for the both of you. You had to tell him to learn to let his anger go, to try and repair his relationship with Max, to let himself be vulnerable and love someone else—someone who wasn’t you. You had to tell him to live his dreams, to find the man you already knew he was, and to shave his mustache that had always itched when he kissed you. You opened your mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but he quickly shushed you.

“Shhh, Y/N. Don’t say anything. The cops are coming, and after they patch you up I’m going to kick your ass for scaring me like this. Just stay with me, princess.” You don’t think you had ever heard his voice so tender. You appreciated his empty promises, knowing neither of you wanted to really confront what you both knew was inevitable. He sounded so broken, trying to be brave and strong for you. You tried to grin at him, but your world was starting to fade. You knew your last moments were here.

“Forgive yourself.” You rasped up at him as your body started to give up. You could feel your heart begin to skip, to stop working, as the cardiac arrest started setting in. “I love you.” And you tried to convey just how true that was, even with your dying breath. You tried desperately to send him all the love and hope and strength you could as your vision slowly started to fade, reassuring him that you knew exactly what choice you had made. You had seen the way things would have ended, how you would’ve had to watch him die instead and then continue to live on in a world where he was gone. Go to California by yourself, a stranger in your dead boyfriend’s world with no one there to guide you. Selfishly, you chose to force him to continue on instead. He’d be fine. The infamous Billy Hargrove always made it through. As he sat there holding you, those fabled tears finally spilling from his beautiful blue eyes as he cried ever-so-silently, you quietly marveled at how he had still managed to keep his promise and show you the beaches and water he so loved in your last moments—even if it was just in the tempestuous waters of the oceans in his blue eyes.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #angst #stranger things #reader insert #billy reader insert #stranger things reader insert #stranger things angst #billy #billy hargrove x you #billysbabe #babe's writings

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irondadficrecs · 5 years

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hey i was wondering if you had any good recommendations for 2012 avengers tower fics? i need to heal myself after endgame. thanks!

hey! this pretty much turned into “domestic avengers in avengers tower and peter’s there too” because peter wasn’t (really) in the mcu at that point? so i had to go off of the vibe of the fic if that makes sense? idk i did my best and i hope you enjoy them! don’t forget to comment and leave kudos. ily, thanks for asking and i hope these help your post-endgame blues x

Hello Midtown High by AmyR

This is basically domestic Avengers and Peter Parker, with a slight smattering of the Field Trip trope thrown in. It’s really just domestic Avengers though.

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Peter really wasn’t at 100% the day he fell asleep in class. And when he gets sent to the Principal’s office and suspended, he expected to spend a nice weekend home at the tower, without anything to think about.

However, when the entirety of his Physics class shows up in the middle of Hair Club, he isn’t too sure what to do. He is forced to interact with them, and had to deal with some rather invasive questions as to his presence at the tower.

Will he manage to keep his secret?

Hopefully

Is Tony Stark not as heartless as he wants everyone to believe?

Yes

Does Iron Man really love his Spider Son?

Without a doubt.

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Honestly, its tagged as field trip but it’s just so domestic Avengers…

Also, idk why this is so damn long. I just can’t control myself, clearly.

tony stark but he’s an internet sensation by jophieso series

“Hammer had managed to ahold of the tower’s security footage from the last few months and had decided to leak it to the public. However, the stunt didn’t have the intended effect.

At all.

Suffice to say, the two hours of footage that was just Barnes sitting on the floor of the communal kitchen, eating cup after cup of yogurt, didn’t send the general public into some sort of negative uproar. Nor did the solid fifteen minutes of Clint crying over Marley and Me.

The only reaction that was garnered was a wildly ridiculous one, from – as Peter had named it – Avengers stan twitter.”

Peter & Bucky Are Pals by DJ_unicornsrgr8 series

This series is set in the verse of Owlet’s Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail, which is absolutely wonderful.

If you like friendship and lots of fluff with some angst and hurt/comfort on the side, this series is for you! It’s centered around Peter and Bucky’s friendship, but has a lot of Superfamily content, too. I hope you enjoy; I’ve had a lot of fun writing this!

Parenting for Superheroes by somebocly

Peter laughed gleefully from the corner of the ceiling right above the two, worry filled, heroes.

“I’m Spider Man, Man of the Spiders!”, he called out, eyes glistening with delight.

Changing his voice he answered himself right after. “Captain America and Iron Man quiver before me!”

“Fuck off!!”, his normal voice finished, as another loud laugh left his mouth and he swung across the room eyeing the baffled looking heroes.

“For the last time”, Tony’s fed up voice could be heard as he charged after the kid, a pillow laying in his arms, because, well the child could fall. “What the hell does that mean?!”

AKA Peter thought coffee and energy drinks would mix well together while staying at the Avengers Tower.

5 Times Tony Denied Having a Kid by Katie_the_book_nerd

… and the one time he just went with it.

Contains Ceiling Vent Clint, a staple of the 2012 MCU genre

Miscommunications by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so

Rhodey gives Tony an unhappy look. “We’re standing in front of a high school, Tony. Just break the news to me already.”

OR: Five times the Avengers learn about Peter Parker, and the one time the rest of the world does, too.

#2012 avengers #2012 avengers rec list #rec lists

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burkedecorshop · 2 years

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Various Style Of Sale Lighting Fixtures For Your Home

Finding the ideal lighting fixture for your house may be challenging. For your house, there are countless options for sale lighting fixtures. When you enter a store, some items of varying quality, style, and price that you might spend hours simply perusing. It's one of the essential considerations to make when it comes to the interior design of your house, from statement-making light items to straightforward fixtures. But the effort is always worthwhile when you discover the lighting fixture that is the ideal style for your house.

Ceiling Lights

Recessed lighting is cove lighting that is mounted on a false ceiling. Recessed lighting, which often takes the shape of a downlight, can be utilized successfully in every housing area. Recessed lighting, which may be used for general and accent lighting, above work areas, or as décor, gives spaces more style, color, and an architectural glow thanks to its enhanced and dispersed illumination. You may utilize recessed lighting to decorate your living area because of its streamlined, star-like appearance. This type of illumination is available, including the eyeball, splay, reflector, baffles, open, and ornamental.

Under Cabinets Lighting

It is frequently utilized as mood-enhancing work lighting in kitchens. More of a focused light may be seen underneath the cabinet. You are said to benefit from a more pleasing light for reading, writing, and cooking. It is intended to improve your ability to see more details while working with reduced glare or shadow impact. Under cabinet lighting is great for adding a particular design element and may serve as kitchen light fixtures that are both aesthetically pleasing and useful. The lighting's modern, minimalist aesthetic makes it suitable for modern home interior designs and as a good light source. Under cabinet, illumination is an excellent use for LED light strips.

Pendant Lightings

Pendants frequently have many uses. Pendant lights, like a chandelier, are typically utilized to offer additional lighting for a specific location. The ceiling can also be used to suspend the pendant light. They often dangle low over a table or kitchen island to offer task and ambient lighting. The pendant is an appealing piece of home décor, and it is ideal since it enables you to create the required light pattern without requiring additional sconces or bulb changes.

Table And Floor Lamps

For your house, floor and table lamp lighting fixtures are available in various design themes and styles, unlike other types of lighting. They would also fit in any of your home's corners. They give direct light as task lighting and are ideal for open space areas to provide an excellent impression. They are typically utilized for reading nooks, fireplaces, or built-ins.

Wall Sconces

Lighting from wall sconces is surface-mounted to the wall, and they are often covered with shades or coverings to guide light upwards or downwards. Wall sconces are one of the most incredible lighting fixtures for your house because of their adaptability and general simplicity of usage. They also make efficient use of illumination. Wall sconces certainly enhance the aesthetic appeal of a space. They are notably well recognized for their adaptability, task lighting, and ambient lighting nature.

Conclusion

These are different types of sale lighting for your home and office. We hope this guide will help you choose the proper lighting for your home.

#SALELIGHTING #BURKEDECOR #BURKELIGHTING #HOMEDECOR

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writtenbymatthew · 6 years

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💍 - Xena

click to read these long ass stories !

Xena and Matthew are drunk and get married, either purposefully or by accident.

There was no greater shame than waking up in the arms of another without recalling the events that ended you up there. To Matthew, however, the greatest shock presumably came from realizing his clothes were still on. Why would he ever end up in a bed, with a blonde, only not to be bare butt naked? Slowly but surely his senses woke from their slumber as well and he recognized the peaceful face beside him. Ugh, of course. “Why are you all wrapped around me, Lainee? Damn it, woman, how am I supposed to escape now?” He huffed and puffed under his breath, wriggling from underneath a maze of blond locks and supple fingers until the tiniest of stirs next to him spooked him and forced him to swallow back everything he’d just said. Not such a big mouth when there was a chance little miss-meaningless-childhood-kiss could hear what came out of it, apparently.

After a cautious but creatively successful (tickling her nose with a feather plucked from those cheap motel pillows really did make her move her arm. After the second try, at least.) attempt to climb out of the bed while remaining the only one awake in the room, Matthew looked back over his shoulder. The scene of the pale body, spread out and tangled up in tulle and crisp, ironed sheets beared resemblance to a crime scene. But what more could he have possibly stolen from her? Like a thief in the night, he had acquired both her heart and her innocence once before and he would be able to still milk that fact for double the amount of years. Had his intoxicated ego try to reclaim what was his’ just to inflate his self-esteem a little bit? He chuckled to himself. Yeah, that must’ve been it. There was only one detail standing between his theory and reality, the brunet realized while passing by a speckled mirror: why the fuck was he wearing a bow tie? And why did it match his dress pants?

He had to find answers. Or, if there was no other option, someone else who held the answers for him. Of course, knowing his luck, his phone wasn’t anywhere near the nightstand nor knocked under the bed. It took him three times checking the medicine cabinet, an in-depth search of the closet drawers and all four corners of the room, to at last, by accident stumble over a bag. His heart? Dropped. Peaked. Was as alerted as that time his front door opened during one of his solo karaoke nights. But as luckily as he’d been to find just his mother standing with a giddy smile on her face, as luckily he was now, finding out all the contents had landed with the softest thud on a carpet floor. And iPhones, as creepily clever as they are, both lit up from the sudden movement. Making himself comfortable in a threadbare couch, he scrolled through his new messages, only to find there were none. Oddly enough, LRSOA’s life of the party had an unfamiliar low amount of notifications waiting for him which he could eventually pinpoint to having no signal. What did he find? Time to clean out his phone storage room which led him to a series of pictures of him and Lainee Xena looking like fucking prom royalty for some reason. Zooming in, he couldn’t believe his own weird smile directed at her and his hands around her waist and- oh, bingo!

By the timehis hands got hold of the old camera he’d seen himself holding in the pictures (and that must’ve rolled out of Lianee’s purse earlier), a few things had come back to him already. One of them the fact that that camera definitely had been fully charged on Saturday-morning. So the red blinking light signalling the battery was dead at the moment could only mean one thing. Eager to refresh his memory, he knelt to the ground in search of its black charger and the least damaged-looking socket in this room. “Come on,” He grumbled, slapping the top as if that would speed up the charging process enough to start rolling the tapes. The brand’s intro tune alerted him when the videos were finally ready to be watched. The first little previewcatching his eye had a time-stamp of 10PM in the bottom corner which probably meant it wasn’t the first but the sight of Lainee just drew him in. She was wearing the softest shade of pink and gave the dress’s fabric the illusion of being see-through. It had long, puffy sleeves and flower details on the front. Though Matthew would’ve never picked that one out for her, it was a clear fit. Thetulle of the dress made her innocence stand out and involuntarily, a smiletugged at his lips when he watched her twirl around in it just once. “Nowthat you look like a princess, we’re all ready to crash into the castle, aren’twe?” He heard himself ask and refer to an old, fancy-looking building that onlynow came into clear view. There was a remark on his suspenders before thefootage cut off altogether and Matt was left with only 31 other videos to fillup the holes in his memory.

Bit by bit the pieces fell together. Waving around his dad’s credit card was the biggest giveaway and the plan this duo had cooked up wasn’t all that bad, to be honest. Play a good old prank on that grey fool by stealing his credit card and misusing it for purchases Matthew would never be suspected of. It started out with that tux and its accompanying dress, then a variety of dessert tables (wedding cakes, of course. Just to be sure to dodge all and any suspicion.). Judging by their moans, they sounded even more delicious than they looked and Matt even quietly laughed when he watched Xena reach out of frame to wipe away a bit of custard cream from the corner of his mouth. Which he had only reciprocated by smudging some chocolate sauce on her nose instead. In the fancy venue they’d hired last minute, Matt had grown tired of their little confetti canon fight and lay down, admiring the accidental party he’d created. Turning his head and the camera from the ceiling to the right, he said, “We’re not going to get anything out of it like this. We should invest in something worthwhile. Like… Inviting people so they would bring gifts! Or maybe something that we can pawn once all of this has blown over. What do you think, little love?” And even without seeing it on tape, he knew his grin matched hers when she replied the only acceptable answer, “both.”

A few more lose frames here and there, all too cozy for the public eye, and suddenly Matthew found himself sitting on the edge of the settee, wondering what would be on the end of this tape. He was absorbed in finding out what his own announcement from last night would be all about. Something worth hyping up strangers in a country-club setting for, anyway. “Ladies and henpeckers, I just broke a crystal glass to get your attention so you’ll better bloody listen.” A drunk Matt shushed the crowd, one hand tightly clasping the microphone, the other seemingly stuck on Xena’s hip. “You know what? I’ve known this girl since I was, I don’t know, like 10, maybe? And I-”

A hiccup started interrupting Matthew’s speech but by turning up the noise a little, it was not entirely impossible to follow. “I’ve forgotten many faces over the year but I could never get rid of this one. From the first, right up until the last time I saw her, she could haunt me in my sleep for nights on row and guess what, man?! I never even minded! At least she was there in the night, whether I wanted- needed her to be or not. Wait, wait, we should go to the beginning. To when I first saw you and the second and the third time and- fuck I think it took me till like the seventh time to be able to stay cool around you, Lainee baby. You always looked so pretty next to the jukebox, lost in your own rhythm till someone paid you some attention and music and then- you came alive. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. Yeah, yep, I thought you were cool. Too cool for me, that’s for sure.” He breathed in for some air, trying to pick out the right words from the pile in his head. But it didn’t work until he pulled her close into his chest. “Listen, you make it beat so freely, I’d start to wonder if it was ever in a cage in the first place. I always had a good time with you. A good good time. Nothing bad really happened. Well, that one shitty thing did but- but! I want more good times. I want to go back to how sweet you and I were and not turn things sour this time around. So what do you say, huh? Do you want to marry me?”

No one yelled “What?!” as loudly and filled with disbelief as Matt just did. No one except perhaps the girl, in the dress, in the bed where they’d slept. Their eyes met. Their shock was mutual. Their reasons, however, were not. “How could you let me do this?” He lashed out, not even caring about her explanation about how he’d bought rings behind her back, thinking they were perfect to be pawned. Guided by the clattering sounds of a failed marriage, Xena had to duck to dodge the ring he’d thrown back at her. Like she’d once thrown her dancing shoes away when he’d won the war and he’d (more than) once thrown the towel in the ring when there was nothing left to battle. Perhaps, she would’ve never married Matthew after all this but he never even asked. He just made her out to be a problem, one he needed to get rid off as quickly as possible. Right when she had had the slightest feeling that he wasn’t that bad of a guy, after all, Matthew Bay provew he could be so much worse.

“Don’t you get it? There is no you and I, Shaw.”Matthew, who was throwing an exaggerated tantrum, had not expected her to respond to hisrhetorical question. “Only us. Right?” Her naive hope for him wasbaffling. Her way of dealing so well with a hungover him even admirable. Buther loyalty and trust in Matthew was simply misplaced and the brunet feared hewas the only one who could (and should) put her back in her place now. “Isthat the kind of rubbish I sold you last night? Oh my god.” His hands palmed his face, rubbing it in disbeliefand exasperation while he sank on the corner of the motel bed. A loud laugh ofridicule erupted and as quickly as it came, it abruptly stopped again. His hands clasping the old camera, that had recorded them from the start, turned white from the strain. This was something he could no longer contain. So barely turning to look at her, he said those words he should’ve said years ago before casting her away. “I may not be exactly sure what my future will look like. But I do know one thing, and that’s that you’re not in it.” With an unwavering force he broke open the cassette and pulled out the recording tape. Pull and pull, creating a violently whirring sound that overruled either of their tears, until it was nothing more than a pile of plastic memories left to be forgotten on the carpet floor.

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“Drink with me,” Matthew offered her a plastic birthday cup that he’d found in a kitchen drawer at home. Presumably collecting dust there since his 10th birthday but what better day to make use of them than on this sunshiney day with his little blonde lighting up his afternoon, by his side? “It’s nothing too strong. You’ll like this, trust me.” Uncorking the bottle of rosé, the sweet smell of bubbles and potential yesses filled his nostrils. He may not have thought of bringing fancy glasses but he did reach a little deeper in his pocket to get the actual good brand for today. Matt poured her almost double of what he poured for himself. The pink liquid was just too sweet for his taste. But then again, so was Lainee.

As planned, the innocent girl couldn’t quite hold her liquor ( how could anyone who wasn’t used to drinking, hadn’t eaten much more than strawberries and bathed in the warm sun all afternoon? ) so Matthew played the gentleman he was and helped her up from the grass in the narrow backyard. It wasn’t much but it had always been enough in his eyes. It was part of his home after all, worn-out soccer balls and white, plastic garden chairs included. “Sit. I’ll get the birthday girl something to eat.” Her giggles made him laugh as well and he lingered for a minute, only to ensure sure she was alright, of course. Perhaps he had given her too much. Not only alcohol-wise. But by now he wouldn’t be able to tell until she would one day leave with all of it.

Climbing on an upside down beer crate, Matt reached on top of the kitchen cabinets to pull out his gift. He’d remembered how long the bus had seemed to take, this morning, after he’d left the shop. It had left him there, waiting for what seemed forever, with a stuffed little dog, a box of cookies and his own wandering thoughts on why he was trying to woo this girl so much. “I’ve given her plenty of good times, you know? And fuck, when is my time coming?” Matt had raised an eyebrow at the small pup beside him before chuckling, “I’m really leading a dog’s life here.” Upon coming to this sobering conclusion, he’d strolled back into the shop to buy the alcohol with one of his older’s cousin’s ID’s and at last, went home.

“Lainee, close your eyes!” He yelled from behind the frosted glass door onto the porch. “Because I’ve got a surprise for you. Are they closed?” Only after her confirmation, did the lad, carefully so, tried to bring out a small platter filled with cookies and the fluffy, husky-looking dog sat upright in the corner. “Alright, you can look now.” Matt said as he held out his camera, focussed on her expression. Always making sure she got used to him filming her and how her smile turned into a focussed frown, reading the words that the alphabet cookies spelled out. Then, in one swift motion, her frown stared right back at him as she said his name. Cautiously. Not sure what to think, probably. Which fifteen year old girl would when there was a sweet marriage proposal laid out in front of her?

Matthew knew it was time to swoop in, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and the thing is, I have so much fun with you. And I know you’ll think we’re too young. We are! But one day, we won’t be. And when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” He quoted Harry’s words to Sally, kneeling down in front of her and putting the camera aside for a second so he could no longer hide behind its lense. “So what do you say?” He shook with the cookie box, urging her to spell out her answer to his question but before she did that, she flung her arms around his neck. Not only did that almost make him stumble over but she pressed right into the bulge in his pants. “It’s not what you think, I swear.” He scraped his throat uneasily, his hand already reaching down as she slowly returned the distance between them. “I just didn’t want you to say no, you see?” Matt smiled sheepishly, pulling out all the broken O’s and crumbling N’s he’d taken out of the box before.

Much to his surprise, she had grabbed one of each letter in his hand nonetheless. While flicking the N in her mouth and putting the O on the platter, she reached elbow-deep into the box until she triumphantly pulled out a K. Even now, three hours and two discarded outfits later, he could still hear her say “Some day.” On his bare feet, Matt sneaked into the kitchen of his empty house, feeling almost as thirsty as he felt guilty after sex. Looking at the platter, he knew there was only one thing he could do. So by the time he had worked Lainee out of the door before his mum returned from work, he’d eaten them all.

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If little Matthew would’ve ended up accidentally marrying Lainee, it would’ve been out of honour. It would’ve been because a group of guys, or perhaps even only one asshat, started showing the wrong interest in her, that Matt would step up and claim her as his own. Of course, women are no one’s property until... well, he realizes they can be. And with four shots down his throat, the idea to rent a priest and host a mini wedding in a bar that lines up arcade games on one side of the wall, suddenly seems like an epiphany. However, in the morning, it would yet again just add to his misery.

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Coma is Robin Cook's first commercially successful novel, published by Signet Book in 1977.(1)Coma was preceded in 1973 by Cook's lesser known novel, Year of the Intern (also published by Signet Book).(2)

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Susan Wheeler is an attractive, 23-year-old third-year medical student working as a trainee at Boston Memorial Hospital. Susan, along with four other students—George, Harvey, Geoffrey, and Paul—takes rounds in surgery rooms and ICUs making post-treatment notations on the health of patients. Mark Bellows, a surgery resident in the hospital, is the instructor and supervisor of this group.

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Baffled by these two patients, Susan decides to investigate the causes behind these peculiar events and of other recent coma victims. Susan discovers the oxygen line to Operating Room 8 has been tampered with to induce carbon monoxide poisoning in patients during surgery, ultimately causing brain death. At the same time Susan develops a brief, but intimate, relationship with Bellows and discusses her findings with him. After unraveling further details, and evading pursuit by a man hired to kill her, Susan is led to the Jefferson Institute.

The institute is hailed as an intensive care facility designed to cut down on heavy medical costs. Patients who are declared brain dead or 'vegetables' are referred to the institute. Here, Susan finds that patients are suspended from the ceiling by wires in rooms walled by glass, and moved from room to room with little human involvement. The 'samples' are kept alive and healthy until a call for an organ comes in. The organ of choice is removed surgically (without consent) and then sold on the black market.

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'Coma' is a medical mystery/thriller by Robin Cook. It was the initial book that earned him the reputation as a successful author. It's a pretty good book. A little weird in places. And the main character has all the common sense of a doorknob. Susan is a third year medical student in Boston just starting her first day at Memorial hospital.

Howard Stark, chief of the Department of Surgery at Boston Memorial, is revealed as the main antagonist. Stark confronts Susan over her findings and then drugs her, intending to put Susan in a coma under the pretext of an appendectomy. However, Bellows manages to disable the 'oxygen' line during the operation, thereby preventing a full dose of carbon monoxide poisoning. Stark is arrested, but Susan's fate is left in doubt.

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Cook's first book had not sold particularly well so he studied the common ingredients of best sellers and felt that, for an unknown writer, mystery-thrillers had the best chance of success. He was particularly influenced by Jaws, Seven Days in May and the novels of Eric Ambler. His original publisher did not want it but Little Brown agreed to give him a $10,000 advance.(3)

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Coma's literary awards and acclaims include a long tenure on the New York Times best seller list (reaching its highest position 'Number 6' in the fiction category.(4) The novel was included in the Fiction category of 'The New York Times Outstanding Book of the Year' listing (the forerunner to The New York Times's current '100 Notable Books of (Year)' listing) from which the 'Best Book of the Year' is selected. The New York Times Book Review also called Coma 1977's 'number one thriller of the year'.

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The story was made into a highly successful film, Coma by Michael Crichton in 1978.

The story was adapted again into a two-part television miniseries aired in September 2012 on A&E television network.(5)

Editions(edit)

ISBN0-451-21142-1 (2003)

ISBN0-451-20739-4 (2002)

ISBN0-606-01135-8 (1977)

ISBN0-330-25410-3 (paperback) (1978)

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^Cook, Robin (1977). Coma. Signet Book. ISBN978-0451132963.

^https://www.amazon.com/Year-Intern-Signet-Robin-Cook/dp/0451165551

^BEHIND THE BEST SELLERS: Robin CookBy Judy Klemesrud. New York Times (1923-Current file) (New York, N.Y) 06 Nov 1977: BR15.

^'The New York Times Best Seller List (Fiction)'(PDF). The New York Times. October 2, 1977. Retrieved July 16, 2012.

^Munn, Patrick (June 14, 2012). 'A&E Sets Premiere Date For Two Part Mini-Series 'Coma''. TV Wise. Retrieved July 16, 2012.

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Luminaries of the lighting profession gathered at the elegant Crystal Tea Room in Philadelphia, PA USA on 22 May to honor the winners of the 36th Annual International Association of Lighting Designers (IALD) International Lighting Design Awards. Twentythree projects from 12 countries were on display—including exteriors, interiors, workspaces, museums, hospitality sites and a place of worship. This year’s winners represent some of the most innovative and inspiring architectural lighting design work found anywhere in the world.

The design of the London Mithraeum in London, England UK with lighting design by Tillotson Design Associates and Schreiber Studio, took home an IALD Award of Excellence.

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6 mysterious places in India that even Science fail to explain

We all love a little dose of mystery. I mean don’t you love listening to stories about crop circles, the Bermuda Triangle or the biggest conspiracy theories? It’s not necessary that only haunting and ghost stories that spark the curiosity of our minds. Sometimes it’s some inexplicable phenomenon or sighting or belief that also leaves us baffled and at a loss of words. Here’s a list of some mysterious things that happen in certain places in India that are surely going to leave you pondering over them.

1. The Village of Twins, Kodinhi, Kerala

A village in the God’s own country is famous a unique occurrence over the past decades. Also known as the Village of Twins, Kodinhi in Mallapuram will not fail to amaze you once you set foot here. The village is known for its high twinning rate. Every family has witnessed multiple births here. It is presumed that the village has a population of approximately 220 sets of twins and 3 triplets. Given the fact that India has the lowest twinning rate in India, Kodinhi becomes an exception and a mystery at the same time. Researchers from the around the world have tried to unravel the mystery behind such a high rate of twin births in this region but haven’t been able to decipher the mystery satisfactorily on biological, genetic, geographical or climatic levels as yet.

2. The Levitating Stone, Shivapur, Maharashtra

Shivapur is a village near Pune in Maharashtra. It is famous for the shrine of Qamar Ali Darvesh. Qamar Ali Darvesh was a wise and compassionate saint who resided in this area and is known for his tolerant beliefs and emphasising that knowledge is much greater an asset than mere muscular strength. It is believed that he was a highly knowledgeable man but frail in his physical appearance and therefore mocked by the people who boasted their physical strength. Before he died he requested a round stone weighing approximately 200 lbs be placed beside his tomb. According to legends, he envisaged that if 11 men place their index fingers on the stone and recite his name in unison it will cause the stone to float in the air. Well, there can be many scientific explanations to this phenomenon if studied in detail yet to an onlooker for the first time this looks nothing less than a mystery.

3. The Magnetic Hill, Ladakh

The Magnetic Hill remains one of the most amusing places in India till date. The Magnetic Hill is where it is believed that despite leaving your vehicle’s ignition off, it appears to be climbing uphill. What previously was assumed to be a consequence of the magnetic field of the region was later discovered to be a mere optical illusion. The landscape in this region is as such that the roads look winding uphill but in reality, there’s an evident slope in them and the vehicles slip on it like it would on any regular downhill road.

4. Roopkund Lake, Uttrakhand

Also known as the Lake of Skeletons, the Roopkund Lake located at an altitude of 5,029 meters is a hotspot of mysteries. The Lake apparently has a heap of skeletons buried at the bottom of the lake and is visible only once the snow melts. Local legends believe that the King of Kannauj was headed for a pilgrimage to the Nanda Devi along with the queen and a group of other people when they met with a sudden hailstorm and drowned in the lake. However, genetic examination of the samples from the lake direct to the fact that the people who drowned in the lake could have been from Iran.

5. Karni Mata Temple, Deshnoke

This temple is famous for being infested with rats. Yes, you read that right. Located at a distance of 30 km from Bikaner, Rajasthan, Karni Mata Temple in Deshnoke has fascinated many travellers for long. The rats are considered sacred and live within the temple premises feeding on the offerings given by the worshippers. It is believed that Goddess Karni Mata turned a troop of soldiers into rats when they abandoned a battle and fled for their lives. Since then these rats have been residing here and have been considered sacred by the pilgrims. The larger population of these rats are black in colour and spotting a white one is considered auspicious because they are believed to be the manifestation of Karni Mata herself. What is mysterious about this temple is the fact that despite being infested by rats there hasn’t been a single case of an epidemic related to rats reported here.

6. The Hanging Pillar of Lepakshi, Andhra Pradesh

Lepakshi, a small village in Andhra Pradesh is known for its richness of architectural masterpieces. Among the numerous such masterpieces is the Hanging Pillar of Lepakshi. The Veerbhadra Temple here is home to 70 odd pillars out of which there is one pillar that looks suspended from the ceiling. The foot of this pillar doesn’t touch the ground and people can be seen passing pieces of cloth or paper under it to enjoy the amusement all the more. This pillar is a testimony to the brilliant architectural finesse possessed by the craftsmen of that era.

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Shepherd and the Wolf: First 10 Pages

(1)

(This city sings…)

A hooded figure, young(ish) and slim, though with the stride of one much older, trudges purposefully down a frigid, and somewhat hazy thoroughfare; ice slowly forming and dissipating across his weathered clothing in a constant state of flux. His scant boot-prints trail through the shifting, brackish slush and deeper into the half-lit avenue behind him.

In the far distance, the air above the city is orange and smoky, as if the streets below were set alight, though there are no visible flames. The dusky light vaguely reflects on the surrounding structure, hinting at the contained nature of the city. Even the inside of the surrounding edifice displays a kind of digital, pseudo-dusk.Orange, pinks and yellows bleeding into blue, grey and black… but in some areas, the age of the structure shows. Certain sections of the shifting sky seem out of sync with those around them, distorting and glitching wildly.

On either side of the street, tall, neglected buildings flank the figures path; very visibly effected by the inconsistent temperature, and worsening the further they are from whatever far off inferno lights the long night. The structures closest to the observer are visibly frozen.

The architecture is modern and efficient. Rather than typical "signs," the purpose of a building is embossed, neatly, somewhere on its’ façade, each letter or symbol embossed in a kind of modernistic neon outline. On this desolate row appear to be an old theatre, library and dentist’s office.

A few letters are cracked, some flicker weakly. The light is clear but soft, more “efficient” than eye-catching; a testament to the overall neo-modern design.

The palette becomes noticeably more dark blue/grey and less blue/orange as the landscape freezes.

Shot from a downward, angled perspective, the frame is narrow, book-ended by the derelict buildings and allowing only slight detail of our narrator as the road behind him terminates into a tangle of outlying tenements before being absorbed by the volcanic skyline. The grand bulkhead surrounding the entire cityscape seems to reflect this blend of colors, adding another layer to the faux-dusk of the paneled ceiling.

Mainly the man’s hood, cargo and vague hints at the utilitarian nature of his clothing are visible. Just clear enough to differentiate between his own silhouette and the burden on his back. The shadow of a person of few meals and constant exertion, too underfed to ever grow very tall but under enough perpetual motion to allow a certain agile, coiled strength.

Behind him, maybe 15-20 yards away, a set of hands and a small, curious face peek out from an opposite facing alley. Just visible enough to notice with the slightest attention.

(2)

1.) Top: (… a pneumatic moan, heavy and low…)

Bottom: (Trapped between the staccato clatter of falling ice…)

A shot of a jagged, vertical tear in a metal wall looking out into a blue-grey haze. Just visible through it is an urban desert. Long abandoned vehicles, mostly just salvaged chassis’ and half-buried bench seats. Behind them a vast, pillaged camp-site, desolated by time…. Beyond that, the shadows of fallen towers obscured by the whipping dust and the intensity of the exterior lights. Ice coats the entrance like liquid glass, hanging in mercurial suspended rivulets; turning dormant, recessed turrets into glacial gargoyles… The occasional red circle of an active “sensor eye” glares angrily from within it’s icy enclosure. Above the breach is a large, broken door (Upper 20/25% of the frame) originally meant to slide down and over the makeshift entrance. 2 large pneumatic cylinder pistons flank the tear on the inside, one torn and broken, the other buckled and frozen over.

2.) Top: (… and fucked up swan-songs of our extinction.)

A high shot, off center (but very nearby our steadily slogging narrator) looking into a mostly complete housing block, lacking only a ceiling/roof, at least above the room in question.

The subject apartment is lived in; dark, moist, moldy and tagged sloppily with various slurs, insults and… fluids. Chief among them, blood.

He passes below, oblivious. (While “below” he would be in the top right of the frame, considering the angle of the shot.)

The room itself is a slaughterhouse. 3 dead, lightly armed (but terribly menacing) looking men, dressed in rags and makeshift canvas masks of simple design occupy the hovel; clean cut holes allow a pair of goggles to protrude from each. The only other feature, a smeared caricatured mouth:

A curved smile, a jack-o-lantern grin and (on the man dying below the window, his arm slung limply over the shattered pane) a jagged “monster mouth.”

Only half the Jack-o-lantern is visible, as it’s owner lies, left cheek on the floor, in a pool of steaming crimson.

The simple smile is still connected to the head of it’s creator, but the head itself is face up in a cracked sink in the corner while the body lies in the tub.

The body below the window simply stares upward from his uncomfortable position, his jagged “fangs” grinning wildly at nothing, one of the goggle lenses shattered and weeping a thin black trail to further stain his ancient, worn tank top… Holding his viscera (mostly) in with both hands.

(3)

(The environmental palette becomes more dark and blue, falling further into an artificial night.)

1.) The focus back on the narrator, we pull in closer to reveal more detail, lowering the angle to face him as he approaches, hunched and bundled against the, somehow humid, cold in a slightly loose, deep-brown bomber jacket, patched and stitched back together with at least some skill for tailoring and leather repair.

The hand not grasping the strap is gloved in mottled, finger-less hide. A series of interlocking straps peek from his left sleeve, hinting at something lashed to his forearm. Around his waist, a cartridge-belt of an old, low slung style drapes lazily around his hips; the various small pouches, satchels and vials each containing their own mysterious, likely practical, cargo. Below the waist he wears a set of well broken in and endlessly repaired jeans, ending in dusty, high-laced black tactical boots. Around his left thigh is a small box about the size of a cigarette case, stored in slim fitting brown leather case.

His large, twisted locks are drawn above and slightly behind his head, gathered into a loose bundle, with a wide headband of red cloth between his brow and a few inches over the hairline, fastened below his loosely restrained hair. A pair of older, near “scuba” style, motorcycle goggles rest on the headband. The band itself is slightly cocked, covering the right ear, while leaving the left free.

While he is mostly just wet and cold, the typical battered, and perpetually worn gunny-sack slung over his back is somewhat iced over. A sheen of cold sweat shines against his umbrous skin.

Behind him, the small silhouette is closer, this time behind an overturned dumpster, merely 10 feet behind him. Still not very detailed, (as the focus is on the speaker), but noticeably small and child-like.

Against the bulkhead, swarming pinpricks of light shimmer amidst the nebulous blue walls as "night" finally settles over Downside…

Staggered, left/right:

(It’s a dirge, I think.) (Wailed like a blind man with a belly full of old lead…)

(A voice that remembers the scrape of high tension line against shining new steel…)

(… streetlights like poplar trees…)(Down Here. That Night.)

2.) (And between each verse, the slide of coarse fingers down rusted strings…) (Iron lungs seizing…) (… grinding…) (…howling…) (For one last one last bre-…)

Through the entirety of this, we see the mangy, insanely grinning (10-12 year old) kid fast approaching. She strikes, mid-thought, skillfully knocking our distracted protagonist over; less a tackle and more a tangling of the feet. Simultaneously, she cuts the strap from his shoulder.

The shot itself is chaotic. A blur of motion and interlocking appendages. The mark’s face ((toward the bottom right)) is a contorted grimace of confusion and anger. Eyes wide, brow low and furious. Only the assailants gleeful, mile wide grin is visible above. The rest of the small face blurred, shadowed and indistinct.

(4)

1.) A close up of the kids dirty middle finger, extending from an equally filthy hand, the face in the background is shadowed and unfocused.

Top left: (… I deserve this.)

2.) Reverse focus, with the finger now lower in the frame:

“Fuck you, dude!” she yells, beaming… her dark, lightly ringed eyes almost hysterically proud. She isn’t starving, and though slim, her cool, ebony face retains traces of the soft edges of early childhood as her hair stands sporadically around it, drawn into a spread of short puff-balls.

Bottom center: (That, too.)

3.) A wide-shot of the kid, laughing maniacally over her shoulder as she bolts (or… wobbles) for a nearby alley, running along a building sporting “dentistry/orthodontia” theme signage and holding the bag unsteadily over her head; realizing too late the actual heft of her prize. Shep sits, stunned, in the foreground.

*Click* (Directly above the little sociopath, and below the sound effect, a simple flip-down counter reads “01.”)

4.) Startled, angry and baffled at the tiny bastard’s unwieldy escape, “Little mothe-…” Dude is on his feet and after her, shaking off the shock of his interrupted introspection.

5.) As the kid disappears around a distant corner (gripping the bag low, between her legs, ready to hurl it upward) with her pursuer not so far behind, a jagged, slimly designed, mechanical claw fit over a dark brown hand enters the frame, it’s owner staring after the two from a nearby alley.

6.) As he hits the same distant corner, the claw closes, angrily, with a menacing *Whirrr…*

(5)

1.) Rounding the bend we see the urchin about midway down the alley, shrouded tightly in layers of cloth and leather, puffed head bobbing quickly, ten or so feet away, clumsily toss/push the bag to two pairs of greedy, grasping, pale little arms, extending from a dark, open window, its busted shutters rimed with frost; the ambiance casting them as a light blue.

2.) A close up of the lean, hungry appendages, pulling the bag into the shadowed interior, the dense fog of their breath escapes into the chilled, open air, the only indicator that the gangly appendages are actually attached to anything. Torn medical/public health posters, mostly related to vaccination, regular checkups and oral hygiene, hang in various tattered states on the forgotten walls, just legible in the shifting azure light falling through the window.

*clickclick* (In the darkness above/between each set of arms, “02” “03” in the same style as “01.”)

3.) Only the right arm of the narrator is visible, taking up the left 1/3rd of the frame, the dominant focus on the girl, now free of her awkward cargo and defiantly eyeing him from the end of the alley, her face again obscured by the long shadows cast by the soft, shifting blue and orange light overhead.

The alley terminates behind her in a high wall… tagged, crossed out and painted over by the threats, slogans and symbols of factions long ago conquered, the freshest and most evident being a large, block “T” cradled by a laurel wreathe.

(6)

1.) A shot of the man’s feet, as they suddenly propel him forward, lunging the roughly 12 feet between them. A set of slight, steel “cleats” shave the half frozen ground as they break their grip, attached to his

boots with a tight metal frame, worn and beaten but still well intact.

2.) His quarry narrowly evades his grasp, leaping onto an overturned dumpster and halfway through a completely (almost purposefully) broken window in the tall side of the frame, opposite the one containing the stolen gunny sack. She steps wide and awkward onto a surface within, careful not touch the shard-lined windowsill and grinning over her shoulder, mockingly, at her pursuer.

The pursuer reaches up, inches from the kids cloth-swaddled feet, coming up short and catching himself with the opposite arm as he collides with the dense plastic, green/white recycling “dumpster” in the center left.

3.) Side-view: Choosing to stay on the bag, through the opposite window, he braces his foot against a pipe running alongside the higher window (running the left edge of the shot) and pulls himself up and through without contact, grumbling. *@#$&!*

4.) Facing, waist up: He lands in a crouched position inside what appears to be a waiting room, another jagged window-frame behind him. The miasmic colors outside, almost completely cut off by the facing alley, cast a horizontal sliver across the very top of the opening; a blade of orange light cutting through the whorls of dust unsettled by his landing. He looks ahead determined… and not just a little pissed off…

4b) Very close shot: His fingers press an inlaid button resting on the “cleat-frame” above his boot-heel and the short, serrated edges disappear into the sole with a small *whirr*.

5.) His perspective: Ahead of him we see 2 small, skinny, over-all’d silhouettes carrying the gunny sack between them and clumsily rounding into the hallway, the scant light beyond nearly blinding in the peripheral darkness.

Though details are vague, both have buzzed heads and wear small, tan work-boots that flare slightly at the ankle, appearing to be a size or two too big, but fit well enough.

(7)

1.) Angled shot, narrowing to the left: He enters the hall, (right), fast on their heels, to see a much… longer, and near monstrously contorted pair of arms pull the sack into an open section of ceiling about 10-15 feet away, as the two overall’d kids collectively lift it within reach.

The hallway itself is a neglected war-zone. A long abandoned makeshift barricade erupts from a doorway behind and across from the narrator.

Dark, faded smears and hastily applied graffiti occupy the empty wall-space between shattered display screens (3 paneled versions mounted in corners and inlaid displays to the right of each door) as well as sundry torn posters touting proper dental hygiene. Beneath it all, the occasional smiling molar or jauntily angled toothbrush in a cape peeks out from the desecration; the remains of a ruined mural.

The man rounds the corner, facing down the hall, towards the ghoulish arms emerging from an open ceiling tile in the top left, slightly narrower end of the frame. Something indistinct drapes down with them, at this distance looking like fluid blackness.

Frozen by the sight, or at least thrown off-balance by it, his body language conveys shock, arms raised in front of himself in the universal sign of “I’m out,” back stiff and straight.

2.) The arms, (centered) draw the bag toward the vent, (dangling midway up). The darkness leaking from the opening is now, clearly, sleeves, loose and concealing. The arms themselves are pale, battered and... “inconceivably” angled.

The shot is pulled back enough to show the twins peeling off into opposite facing rooms, as they enter the vacant doorways into blue-black darkness.

3.) With a closer view, we see that the arms are nicked and scarred, bound my lean, corded muscle; seeming to twist at odd angles but appearing ultimately human. If just so.

At this point the bag has reached the ceiling, the arms holding it from the bottom on either side, cradling and embracing the length of the bag vertically, exhibiting their long, disjointed nature.

4.) Despite his initial fear, he leaps, right arm extended for the retreating bag, gripping the bisected strap tight.

5.) Only to disappear, partially and suddenly, the trailing black sleeves still peeking out around his exposed lower half.

(8)

1.) In a side-view, a hooded mass of rags looms over him, crouched and hunched between it’s own knees, massive and impossibly folded to fit the limited space, as he dangles from the beaten sacks’ shorn leash.

A thick, layered cloak falls haphazardly around the giant wraith, the edges frayed and irregular, sleeves sliding down it’s upwardly extended arms, up to the elbows revealing a patchwork of scars, burns and a

brand, on the inside of the left arm: a raised “T” cradled by a laurel wreath. (Like the one in the alley.)

The body language displays mild shock, taken off-guard by the apparent “bonus freight,” and holding the sack almost awkwardly, if effortlessly, with both hands near the top, a theoretical face completely obscured by the large hood, but obviously staring intently at the helpless man.

The mans legs hang limply, almost comically, in the lower 1/3 of the frame, separated from the rest by the vivisected ceiling. In the space above, he dangles terrified and rigid, staring wide-eyed into the unrevealed face of the shrouded gargoyle.

2.) A close-up, (still a side-view), of the hood glaring down, silently, and now menacingly, at his unexpected catch, now directly across from its gaze…

The dangler’s eyes are wide. “Wai-” he chokes out… 3.) The mass lashes out, yanking the bag upward and back, kicking out with both skinny, rag-shrouded legs into the spot the man had wisely vacated, (already mostly out of the frame, plummeting to the floor), the wraith’s legs appearing simply as a blur of motion and an explosion of darkness around two long, narrow, roughly wrapped feet.

(9)

1.) Side view, low: He stares upward, blankly, from his crash landing; prostrate as a corpse, one knee up and a hand raised above him like a white flag… In it, he clutches a simple spring-powered counter.

*click* ((A “04” rests in the darkness of the vent opening above him.))

A plume of dust falls between him and the ceiling.

Throughout, 2 or 3 childlike silhouettes are hidden in various doorways and shadowed spaces, peeking out curiously and unnoticed.

2.) The focus of the shot on the ceiling, viewed over his shoulder, angled up:

Dust explodes from a crack in the suspended tile 2 doors further down the hall and to the right. *thump… thump…* “Bloody buggerin’ fuck!”

As his attention turns to the disarming racket above him, he raises to a knee, amused skepticism emerging on his face.

3.) Another string of curses follows the audible thump and scrape of the struggling thief as he crosses over a wide double doorway flanked on either side by unbroken, if frosted/scuffed, safety glass. A mount next to the door reads “Theatre #3.”

“But it’s so FULL, Hoppy!” “He ain’t about it!” “He’ll just kick the fuck out!” “… wee id’jits.”

Standing just inside the room, the man trails deliberately behind the racket, head slightly tilted, as if reaching for the sound. Two small, obscured faces peer down from the exposed edge of a half open ceiling tile, in the extreme top right.

4.) The tracker stops in the nearest side of the open double doorway, leading into a wide, open room, twin trails of dust dissipating in various degrees between him and an overturned, high tech operating table, sleek and white, showcased in the otherwise vacant, round chamber.

Half stripped and torn from it’s moorings in the floor, various panels missing and the guts cleanly shorn, leaving little but emptiness inside what once must have been a miracle machine.

The ceiling climbs much higher than in the hall, to accommodate a balcony observation area ringing the room either wall to the opposite side, in a “half-circle” so that no area is too far to clearly view the procedure below.

Behind it, a sterile, standing equipment locker lies on it’s side. Of it’s two parallel doors, the bottom one lies open. Behind that, a hole in the drywall crests just over the opposite side, an errant beam of silver blue light (from the inconsistently functioning running lights that round off the joints between the wall and ceiling) reveal yet another vague, childish face hidden very low in the shot.

The walls are only un-tagged but scored with black blast marks and the occasional crumbling hole. What or whoever ruined this town had definitely passed through here. “Better be wor-”

The grumbling cuts off as a *snap* sounds from the ceiling above the ruined table, a matrix of cracks pushing outward as a jagged section of narrow, rusted pipe erupts, at an angle, from its center.

(10)

(All three panels consist of the same shot, at the same angle; the latter two slightly closer each time.)

1.) With a downward explosion of dust and vaporized, decades old press-board, the mass of seething rags plummets, hard, against the toppled gurney like a fallen star through wet ink, impacting the table vertically, “face” up. The bag hangs, precariously from the end of the broken pipe.

To the left, a few feet off, a tri-screen monitor reaches down on a spindly arm from the high ceiling, retracted high enough to be out of reach.

As it’s a wider view of the room, we see two doors:

One, a sliding set that meets in the middle, leading into a sealed, sanitary wash-station to the left, separated from the rest by the same assaulted, yet resilient, safety-wired glass as the waiting room.

And the other, a simple white door, marked to one side with janitorial signage.

2.) “Ugh…” the “monster” grunts, rolling over the facing side of the table, the raiment draped, deflated, across the picked over equipment.

The bag is midway through it’s gravity driven journey to the floor.

3.) “… me arse…” he groans, the voice rough but lilting, hands plunged into the featureless darkness beneath the cowl, cradling his head on elbows and knees; seemingly unaware of the more pressing gash on a gnarled, knobbed and unnaturally angled leg, currently cascading a small river of bright, oxygenated scarlet onto the neglected linoleum.

The bag falls, underwhelming-ly, behind the gurney.

*thump*

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My Trip to London

A trip when you are 17-years-old to anywhere would be influential but a trip when you are 17 to a different country is life changing. I visited London with my school for a theatre trip and the city itself was breathtaking. London’s history and architecture is something that I never believe existed in the world until finally having the opportunity to visit it.

We began our trip like any other — getting the tour of the city first. We went right to the epicenter of it all: Buckingham Palace. The Palace is 820,000 square feet, and it’s massive size was evident from the outside. It stood clad in gold at the top, with a surrounding fence that had “B P” imprinted in gold on the main entrance. The Palace was full of tourists and people with their iPads out trying to blend in but failing immensely. The guards stood watch with these funny hats, which could be described as fuzzy tube sock. One flag stood alone at the top of the Palace waving in the wind. The Royal Flag was flown to alert the people of London that the queen was in residence. In the center of all of the people stood a statue with a marble base, and at the top were two people etched in gold holding a globe. Standing atop the globe was the piece called “Winged Victory.” The Statue was placed there to honor Queen Victoria. It stands 85 feet tall and looks over the London Mall. The Palace and surrounding areas were as pure as architecture can — get every little detail etched into this masterpiece of history. We got our pictures before being whisked away to another London landmark.

My whole life up to the moment I saw Big Ben, I was under the impression it was just a really tall stand-alone clock tower. As we rounded the corner to the front of Big Ben, it became apparent it was not standing alone. It was attached to one of the largest buildings in London — The Palace of Westminster. When a fire burned down the original house of Parliament in 1834, the people of the London wanted a clock tower to accompany the new structure. The Tower was designed to look regal and be a focal point of the city and its elegance. This was apparent in the sleek stone work and unmatched detail placed in and around the clock face. The structure is designed with such intense detail all the way to the weather vane on top, called Little Ben. We stood marveling at the structure before finally learning that we weren’t even looking at Big Ben at all. Big Ben is actually the bell that is inside, and I felt as though I had been lied to my whole life. We had been admiring the Elizabeth Tower, and the look on everyone else’s faces proved to me that I wasn’t the only one that had been lied to. We got our pictures and were forced back onto a bus and headed for our next stop.

I had heard a lot about this London Bridge but nothing about it ever seemed positive in the songs I used to sing about it. It was, in fact, nothing like what I was expecting. We weren’t even at the London Bridge, come to find out. We were at the tower bridge. Nonetheless, London has perfected architecture, and America may be falling behind. This bridge was not just a bridge that people drive on, oh no. This bridge was a castle — not real- life a castle ,but it looked like one. It had two huge building- like structures that supported the bridge, and you could even have a banquet or wedding in them. The two bridge towers came to sharp peaks and little statues rested on top. Both towers had been designed with immense detail; they looked as if they were trying to pretend to be a community college branch of Hogwarts. The bridge was supported by these long blue suspension strands. The bridge had been constructed in 1824 but looked like it had been built yesterday because it was unscathed. We walked on the bridge and looked out across the city and the Thames river. Throughout London there was buildings of every shape and size. I quickly noticed a giant egg shaped building that was made of all glass sitting on the horizon. The city looked like something that Marty McFly would have imagined. We headed off the bridge, and it was time to get some food.

We entered a pub at two in the afternoon, but it was already packed. We got our seats and began to talk about all the amazing things we had already seen. I did come to love London in just the few short hours we had been there, but there were negatives as well. London is not so big on turning on the AC. I get it, yes it’s summer, and there’s a little wind chill but not enough to drop the temperature inside the pub from 90 to a brisk 68. If that was the only bad experience, I think I’d be okay. We ordered, and I learned they don’t call soda “pop”, or even “soda” in London. They call every fountain drink Coke, so we were told. You order a Coke, and then they say what kind, and you just stare back in confusion. When they did get around to bringing your Coke flavored Coke, it had zero ice. I was baffled. How these people don’t just sweat up a storm with their warm drinks and 90 degree pubs, well like licks to the center of a tootsie pop, the world may never know. Now I do know Haggis is a Scottish food, and although we were in London, I wanted to try it. I promptly told everyone around me to tell me nothing about what I was going to eat. When the haggis arrived it looked like a black quiche. That was my first warning sign. It tasted like warm grapes wrapped with spinach with spam inside. Trust me it was not as delicious as it sounds. It was a one- bite- and- I’m- done kind of food for me. I can now proudly say I ate haggis but I will never again. We finished eating and had one more stop before we would head back to the hotel.

We went down these roads swerving and weaving around traffic in this bus. Little did all the people of London know they’re driving on the wrong side of the road. Finally, we pull up to a random parking lot and are lead down an ally. Being in a dark ally didn’t deter some people in our tour group from making sure they got pictures of everything. We stumbled upon a market that sold every little trinket you could imagine, but we were not allowed to stop and look. We cut down a street and, standing there in all of its glory, was the London Eye. It looked like a giant bicycle tire and on the end of each spoke was a glass incased pill- like object. The eye stood taller than Big Ben at 443 feet. Everyone was so excited to go on it, but it wasn’t going to be an option for me. The Eye again added to the beauty of the London skyline and its incredible architecture, but I would see its beauty with my two feet on the ground. The line was about an hour long, and that in its own right was enough to keep me from riding it. I finally gave into my hunger for real food and found a nice hot dog stand next to the ride. After most of the tour group had competed their idiotic endeavor of going up in a glass box that suspends you over a river, we headed back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel I quickly learned that it wasn’t just restaurants that weren’t too keen on air conditioning. My hotel room must have been 100 degrees. After much complaining I laid there staring at the ceiling thinking about how different London looked. A place from a different world yet we were only a 6-hour flight from home. At 17-years-old it’s hard for your mind to comprehend something life changing, but I quickly learned that the world is a lot bigger than I once believed. London may not have been good on the AC and the using of the ice, but the city itself was one thing of beauty after another.

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