In every event in every occasion; wanting to appease, but never to cease the spotlight of her heart.
Ultrathin and lightweight organic solar cells with high flexibility
The only way that solar power is ever going to contribute an appreciable amount of energy to the betterment (and cheaperment) of society is if we plaster solar panels on everything, everywhere, all the time. And we might just be able to do it now, with this new generation of panels that are thinner than a strand of human hair by a factor of 20.
Thin doesn’t just mean lightweight (although these panels are very lightweight), it also means flexible. At 1.9 micrometers thick, the plastic foil cells are, for all practical purposes, elastic. So, you can layer them onto clothing, for example, and not only will you not be able to feel any additional weight, but the panels will be able to flex and crumple right along with the fabric without damaging anything.
Beyond applications requiring flexibility, solar cells that don’t take up any space and don’t weigh anything become an obvious thing to stick on to all sorts of surfaces just because you can. Back of a cellphone? Sure! Roof of your car? Sounds good! Bottom of your swimming pool? Why not!
The current generation of these cells can only convert 4.2% of sunlight into electricity (which is terrible, to be honest), but by the time commercial availability rolls around in five years or so, our hope is that that number will get bumped up enough to make it worthwhile to start putting this stuff on everything.
Human equality. Its insanity, and will not be created without anarchy.
Is there anything new in the world, in each day I feel myself getting used to a droll whisper of boredom. A pain of creationless critically challenged conversation.
There is never any rhyme or reason to the way things become pieced together in life. There is no control, if you think there is it is just fake.
So don’t try to be a hip - hop artist, or the leader of a rock and roll band. Because this music is just going to play.
I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
to find out what is killing me,
been so long but somehow i just still care,
I am a inamorato, a libertine with no place to go
Sometimes I think you spite me, ignore phone,
but with a magnified look, this hate I sense is my own.
The many times I’ve loved you, recently more than myself,
it’s time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love that turns a cheek, and walks away after the night.
When I hold you right, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who’s to blame.
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz’ something’s gone wrong, when your not here tomorrow.