...Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both client and ODP roles and goals may often come into conflict or become clouded by ambiguity Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both client and ODP roles and goals may often come into conflict or become clouded by ambiguity Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both client and ODP roles and goals may often come into conflict or become clouded by ambiguity Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both client and ODP roles and goals may often come into conflict or become clouded by ambiguity Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both client and ODP roles and goals may often come into conflict or become clouded by ambiguity Without professional values and ethics to guide the ODP’s every interaction, communication, and activity, he may find it difficult to navigate the client relationship as both...
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...Zero Dimensional Simulation of Combustion Process of a DI Diesel Engine Fuelled With Biofuels Donepudi Jagadish, Ravi Kumar Puli and K. Madhu Murthy Abstract—A zero dimensional model has been used to investigate the combustion performance of a single cylinder direct injection diesel engine fueled by biofuels with options like supercharging and exhaust gas recirculation. The numerical simulation was performed at constant speed. The indicated pressure, temperature diagrams are plotted and compared for different fuels. The emissions of soot and nitrous oxide are computed with phenomenological models. The experimental work was also carried out with biodiesel (palm stearin methyl ester) diesel blends, ethanol diesel blends to validate simulation results with experimental results, and observed that the present model is successful in predicting the engine performance with biofuels. Keywords—Biofuels Zero Dimensional Modeling, Engine Performance, Engine Emissions I. INTRODUCTION C OMPUTER simulation has contributed enormously towards new evaluation in the field of internal combustion engines. Mathematical tools have become very popular in recent years owing to the continuously increasing improvement in computational power. Diesel engines occupy a prominent role in the present transportation and power generation sectors. There have been many methods tried and are in use to reduce pollutant emissions from a diesel engine. The main options to reduce pollutants are the...
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...minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I...
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...Irvine Welsh Trainspotting IRVINE WELSH works, rests and raves in Edinburgh. He has had a variety of occupations too numerous and too tedious to recount. Trainspotting was his first novel and he has also published a collection of short stories, a novella entitled The Acid House and a second novel, Marabou Stork Nightmares. IRVINE WELSH TRAINSPOTTING Minerva Thanks to the following: Lesley Bryce, David Crystal, Margaret Fulton–Cook, janice Galloway, Dave Harrold, Duncan McLean, Kenny McMillan, Sandy Macnair, David Millar, Robin Robertson, Julie Smith, Angela Sullivan, Dave Todd, Hamish Whyte, Kevin Williamson. Versions of the following stories have appeared in other publications: 'The First Day Of The Edinburgh Festival' in Scream If You Want To Go Faster: New Writing Scotland 9 (ASLS), 'Traditional Sunday Breakfast'in DOG (Dec, 1991), 'It Goes Without Saying' in West Coast Magazine No. 11, 'Trainspotting at Leith Central Station' in A Parcel of Rogues (Clocktower Press), 'Grieving and Mourning In Port Sunshine' in Rebel Inc No. 1 and 'Her Man, The Elusive Mr Hunt' and 'Winter In West Granton' in Past Tense (Clocktower Press). The second part of 'Memories of Matty' also appeared in the aforementioned Clocktower Press publication as 'After The Burning'. Contents KICKING – – * THE SKAG BOYS, JEAN–CLAUDE VAN DAMME AND MOTHER SUPERIOR; JUNK DILEMMAS NO. 63; THE FIRST DAY OF THE EDINBURGH FESTIVAL; IN OVERDRIVE; GROWING UP IN PUBLIC; VICTORY ON NEW YEAR'S DAY; IT GOES WITHOUT...
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...His eyes dilate, his face is melting. Literally melting. He collapses into a small dirty heap, his eyes shut and a final breath escapes his lips. A young boy walks by and asks for money, he too broke and dirty. Another shows up and prods his silent corpse. This is where our story begins. Set in Detroit, MI during the great recession, it’s a story based on the collapse of the withering economic catastrophe known as the Automotive Industry. I would like to ask for a possibility to build a film around the concept of the desolation felt in that town and of this place. But with only $500 in hand and an old VHS video recorder, there’s only so much I can create with these limited resources. It’ll be set in front of a Party Plus Market Off of Wyoming St, an area of town notorious for its high and violent crime rate. Its daring for sure, but I wish to capture the true feeling of a desperate environment in one of the most violent and crime riddled cities in America. If there’s a chance to negotiate an advance of at least $1000 to put towards filming expenses, it’d be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time. EXT. LIQUOR STORE: It’s dark outside. Street lights dimly glow on the entrance of a local liquor store. An old man in tattered clothes and a Walmart welcome vest is seen stumbling up the sidewalk. He’s bleeding out from his ears and nose. OLD MAN: brrrrggghhhmmmmuuuhhhh The old man falls to his knees unable to support his own weight. Blood is seeping...
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...front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company (Verse 1) I just text yo phone like 30 something times in a row You ain't gotta lie Cause its going on 5 And if you ain't in my bed Then you laying with a ho So fuck that love shit I don't feel none of that Like i'm numb to the pain Said i'm done with the game But I'm still here running back Cause I already know your lingo You talk to these hoes like you're single You know you really love pulling fast ones Cheat, come home and act dumb Pussy nigga, pussy nigga Listen nigga, I see shit Even when you ain't in sight I just hold it in like its pitching time Ive been holding back for a long while Just hoping soon it'll turn around but How can I word this You ain't been perfect Tell me you working it Your phone losing service And now i'm here thinking Like "this nigga tweakin" You sorry, pathetic and far from authentic You liar, you fronter You just like these other niggas As much as I hate you I still wanna date you You better just hope I don't (Chorus) Tell nobody Yeah I know what your saying is the truth Baby dont tell nobody Dont front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby dont tell nobody Dont front me off in front...
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...THE VULGAR CHEF PRESENTS... ® EATCOOKBOOK LIKE S*HIT THE C HAPTER 1 Weclome to the book. S ECTION 1 Introduction ! Whats up mother fuckers? Welcome to the EAT LIKE SHIT COOKBOOK I’ve put together a fuck ton of shitty recipes...some new...some old...even a few healthy choices for you gym nazis and health food hardo’s. This isn't your typical Rachael fuckin’ Ray cookbook, this shit is way more legit. It’s so legit that a lot of the recipes don't even have measurements. Thats because the recipes suck and I want YOU to be your own Vulgar Chef. You call the shots in your kitchen. If I use six handfuls of bacon the fuck sprinkles, I want you to use 10. If I use bread....you use a sprinkled fuck doughnut. Ya dig? ! The instructions might be shot as fuck because I wrote this shit drunk as fuck with my hand in my pants. These recipes are here to inspire. I don't care what skill level of a cook/chef you are. Food shouldn't be boring and thats the fuckin message I’m sending with this bitch of a book. ! 2 ABOUT THE AUTHOR Kyle Marcoux was born and raised on the rugged as fuck streets of Western Massachusetts. As a child, his mother never let him have the laser back drop in his school photos...and that fucking sucked. He spent the majority of his teen years smoking pot out of sockets with his boys. Shortly after graduating High School, his band landed a record deal which led to full time touring of the US. This is where he developed a strong passion for shitty fucking value menu...
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...forgive my enemies, for they know not what they do) When I catch them hating, I'm never shaken I see it deeper within that they're hurting [Verse 2:] (Yeah I see it nigga) No I never back down I'm a cut throat nigga Them niggas want war and I'ma gut those niggas Some niggas turned on me Now it's fuck those niggas And that's really why I say that I don't trust no nigga Sipping on the sprite with the codeine in it Riding in the beam and the whole thing's tinted Young rich nigga had his whole team winning But them niggas all left Now it's just me winning Like fuck 'em, I really don't need 'em They bit the hand, not who's really gon' feed 'em So now I wanna see 'em dead Straight shots to the head And I watch while their souls are all leaving Loyalty, if they don't know it I'll teach 'em With a message on the bullet Hold the trigger then I pull it Niggas claim to be about it Til it's time to be about it But I knew the whole time They was bitches to the fullest So it ain't no surprise I see the truth through the lies I see the hate in their eyes They pray to see my demise That's why I'm strapped when I ride And when we meet, ain't no discussing Fuck talking bitch Them k's gon' get to busting [Hook 1: Flipping them dividends Getting rich on the low The hardest thing about the business Is...
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...minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I...
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...believe in God? You’re an atheist! You’re going to hell!” SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m not some fucking serial killer alright? I’m not fucking evil. Look, even if you believe that I won’t make it to your glorious heaven, which may or may not exist, that doesn’t mean you have to throw it in my face every, FUCKING, day. I don’t need your fucking sideways glances and shit. Okay, we have already established I don’t believe. Do we really have to go over this shit again? Seriously? And what’s with you mother fuckers preaching this God shit to me every day? I already established that I do not believe in God and I will not change my fucking mind, no matter how many fucking scriptures you read to me. No I am not going to go home and waste my fucking time reading the bible. No I am not wasting my Sunday going to a fucking church. So you can take your bull shit pamphlets and shove them up your “holy” ass. And to you mother fuckers who tell me not to curse in front of church; fuck you and that church. Talking about its disrespectful to the “House of the Lord”. If the “lord” had a house, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be this beat up ass trash can of a building. And if that’s the case, the “Lord” has a lot of fucking houses. I refuse to pray to some fairy tale character every fucking night. I refuse to thank God for everything I have. Fuck that. My mom made dinner for us last night, not some fucking God. My family and I worked our asses off to get all of the shit we have, not some fucking God. That was...
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...Covile sighed in disappointment as he looked at the upcoming raid schedule for the release Tier 2 in Legion – Hyjal along with the Black Temple were slated for release in 7.1 pre-release notes. He didn’t understand how Blizzard could get away with recycling old content, seeing that Legion shipped with Karazhan being the raid released with the initial expansion. And given that Illidan was now on their side after being defeated in the Burning Crusade expansion 5 releases ago, nothing made much sense anyways. Maybe next expansion they’d travel forward in time to kill the new Lich King. Regardless of the story line or lack of one, Covile was thankful for a number of reasons. First and foremost his idol Bernie Sanders had been elected supreme leader of the United States, implementing massive sweeping reforms in regards to not just healthcare and punishing businesses but rewarding all citizens with a Universal Basic Income, allowing Covile to pursue a fulltime career of tanking and shit posting as he saw fit. A proper society with socialized benefits and welfare, one to make his Canadian friends jealous. And to make his money go even farther, he had moved in with his awesome buddy Booty in a small 420 square foot studio apartment in Kansas City, Missouri. The apartment was a bit smaller than he was used too; the bathroom was cramped and there was barely enough room between the undersized toilet and the half sized shower which offered no comfort for satisfying a healthy young man’s...
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...I quickly open the door as we scurry inside as quietly as possible. "Wow, it's only been a day and I've upgraded to using the front door instead instead if a two-story widow.", he whispers. "Well maybe one day you can use it when you're NOT sneaking out. Now shut up and follow me.", I hiss at him. We make my way up the stairs carefully and slip into my room. My heart pounds the entire way. I can't believe I actually just did that. I just successfully snuck my boyfriend into my house! I mean yes I did it yesterday, but this time I personally did it. And my parents have no idea. Seems like I've been living on the wild side lately. "I never got to compliment you on your room. I like it.", he says, wandering around and taking everything in. "Thanks. It's not everyday a boy compliments me on my room." " actually it's not everyday a boy gets to actually be in your room.", he smirks at me. I stick my tongue out at him. "There you go being a child again.", he laughs at me. "Shut up!", I laugh as I walk to my closet. "Where are you going?", he calls out to me. I turn back to him. "Well I want to change into pajamas. A sweater and jeans aren't really the way I want to sleep you know." "Well why can't you change out here?" His question makes me visibly cringe and I know he saw it. A wicked smile spreads across his smile at my uncomfortable state as my cheeks begin to burn. "Umm- I mean- I don't think-" "Vanessa, I'm joking.", he chuckles at me as he flops himself...
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...hip hop, It makes my heart stop and do a flip flop When I hear that verse that gives me chills Like AB soulo when he spitting that real Look our government on some other shit Like exploit the poor and get rich off the shit I got this beat from King Tip, call me Queen Bri Born in the south, disguised in poverty That mean we run our mouth, no more slavery You can trap me physically, but my mind been free I put a knife in your gut just to shut you up Your rhymes are obese, my rhymes are super fit My lines win the race and you just need to quit Im Eating vegetables so my wallet don’t get sick That mean my money green and its really long You can Call me daddy long legs cz I’m 5’9, And look I’m fine without 9n’s Stepped on the scene looking like top model Body slim, shaped like a diet coke bottle That means I’m a size three, like my three eyes see My mind is 360, you can’t fuck with me All these fake emcees spitting they debris Making my nerves itch, call is nervous fleas The knowledge I spit will need a decree And after my thesis you will earn a degree Now your soul has been set free, by Queen Bri And You been educated by one of the greatest And I’m still an underdog, haven’t even made it But I’m on some other shit like Kendrick said Fuck the government Verse 2 5-0 on every corner, constantly patrolling niggas keep popping pills, keep steady rolling Trying to get away from this constant state of fear Police make you bend over and look in your...
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...JUNOT DÍAZ RIVERHEAD BOOKS a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. New York 2012 RIVERHEAD BOOKS Published by the Penguin Group Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA • Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) • Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England • Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) • Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd) • Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi–110 017, India • Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd) • Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England Copyright © 2012 by Junot Díaz All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions. Grateful acknowledgment is made to reprint an excerpt from My Wicked Wicked Ways. Copyright © 1987 by Sandra Cisneros. Published by Third Woman Press and in hardcover...
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...bhvbFile : 1304042189.jpg-(46 KB, 341x335) 46 KB Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)21:56 No.7536888 [Reply] How about some silent hill? Then silent hill 2? http://www.livestream.com/tminstech?t=861749 16 posts and 5 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view. >> Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)23:23 No.7537885 >>7537799 Funny you should ask. It's a game about sharks, eels, octopus, crustaceans, and other fish... AND ITS ATTACHED TO YA ROD, MUTHALICKA! >> !dwsDERHfyI 04/28/11(Thu)23:48 No.7538074 Just testin my trip out >> !!a22uBXpTjf+ 04/28/11(Thu)23:49 No.7538082 ... >> Psykotik !!yNFDNRQ/v3/ 04/28/11(Thu)23:49 No.7538087 Fuck, didnt work >> !9SONyXEWjs 04/28/11(Thu)23:54 No.7538122 HAI TRIP THREAD NAO ME TWII File : 1304043343.jpg-(7 KB, 251x167) 7 KB Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)22:15 No.7537235 [Reply] hey...my brother and I just recently got into creepypasta. I asked him if he heard of Dead Bart and he hadn't. since I suck at explaining things, does anyone have it? also, if anyone has any other creepypasta relating to TV shows (Rugrats, Ed Edd n Eddy, etc) and are willing to share, it'd be appreciated! tl;dr anyone have Dead Bart or other similar creepypastas and are willing to share? 4 posts and 3 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view. >> Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)22:27 No.7537342 wait... there is a creepypasta about Rugrats? I'm watching it right now with my roommates (nostalgia...
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