[57409] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
New Solar Air Lantern
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (survival Gadgets)
Tue Oct 20 08:53:36 2015
Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2015 08:53:14 -0400
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I can't decide if this is crazy or genius.
(new) Solar Air Lantern
Check out this new survival gadget.
It's easy to use.
Just charge it in the sun. Inflate it. And light up a room.
12 hours of backup light from a single charge!
No batteries, no wires, no hassle. And at only 1 inch tall when deflated, it stores easily in your car or go bag.
Plus, it's waterproof so you can use it in the rain, or while boating.
See 8 more uses for the amazing Solar Air Lantern
It may be the coolest camping gadget ever.
Kids love the lanterns, and they end up learning about solar energy.
The Solar Air Lantern is virtually indestructible and even floats, so you can re-use your lantern for years to come.
This is a must-have light source! Click the link below to see how it works.
Click here
His friends told him to leave me alone. I followed the fat boy’s
instructions and ran towards the red building.
I faced the first interview of my life. Three old men sat in front of
me. They looked like they had not smiled since their hair had turned
grey.
I had learnt about wishing people before an interview. I had even
practised it. ‘Good morning, sir.’
‘There are a few of us here,’ said the man in the middle. He seemed
to be around fifty-five years old and wore square, black-rimmed
glasses and a checked jacket.
‘Good morning, sir, sir and sir,’ I said.
They smiled. I didn’t think it was a good smile. It was the highclass-
to-low-class smile. The smile of superiority, the smile of delight
that they knew English and I didn’t.
Of course, I had no choice but to smile back.
The man in the middle was Professor Pereira, the head of
sociology, the course I had applied for. Professor Fernandez, who
taught physics, and Professor Gupta, whose subject was English, sat
on his left and right respectively.
‘Sports quota, eh?’ Prof. Pereira said. ‘Why isn’t Yadav here?’
‘I’m here, sir,’ a voice called out from behind me. I turned around
to see a man in a tracksuit standing at the door. He looked too old to be
a student but too young to be faculty.
‘This one is 85 per cent your decision,’ Prof. Pereira said.
‘No way, sir.You are the final authority.’ He sat down next to the
professors. PiyushYadav was the sports coach for the college and sat
in on all sports-quota interviews. He seemed simpler and friendlier
than the professors. He didn’t have a fancy accent either.
‘Basketball?’ Prof. Fernandez asked, scanning through my file.
‘Yes, sir,’ I said.
‘What level?’
‘State.’
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<p style="font-size:18px;">I can't decide if this is crazy or genius.</p>
<a href="http://www.frogapology.org/s975756s47s149s1f3sca0s71cs4s976e99"><img src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/fgf.gif" alt="Solar Air Lantern"/></a><br>
(new) Solar Air Lantern
<p>Check out this new survival gadget.<br>
It's easy to use. <br>
Just charge it in the sun. Inflate it. And light up a room. <br>
12 hours of backup light from a single charge! <br><br>
No batteries, no wires, no hassle. <br>And at only 1 inch tall when deflated, it stores easily in your car or go bag.<br>
Plus, it's waterproof so you can use it in the rain, or while boating.<br>
<a href="http://www.frogapology.org/s975756s47s149s1f3sca0s71cs4s976e99"><strong>See 8 more uses for the amazing Solar Air Lantern</strong></a><br><br>
It may be the coolest camping gadget ever.<br>
Kids love the lanterns, and they end up learning about solar energy. <br>
The Solar Air Lantern is virtually indestructible and even floats, so <br>you can re-use your lantern for years to come.<br><br>
<p>This is a must-have light source! Click the link below to see how it works.<br>
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His friends told him to leave me alone. I followed the fat boy’s
instructions and ran towards the red building.
I faced the fir<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>st interview of my life. Three old men sat in front of
me. They looked like they had not smiled since their hair had turned
grey.
I had learnt about wishing peop<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>le before an interview. I had even
practised it. ‘Good morning, sir.’
‘There are a few of us here,’ said the man in the middle. He seemed
to be around fifty-five years old and wore square, black-rimmed
glasses and a checked jacket.
‘Good morning, sir, sir and sir,’ I said.
They smiled. I didn’t thin<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>k it was a good smile. It was the highclass-
to-low-class smile. The smile of superiority, the smile of delight
that they knew English and I didn’t.
Of course, I had no choice but to smile back.
The man in the middle was Professor Pereira, the head of
sociology, the course I h<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>ad applied for. Professor Fernandez, who
taught physics, and Professor Gupta, whose subject was English, sat
on his left and right respectively.
‘Sports quota, eh?’ Prof. Pereira said. ‘Why isn’t Yadav here?’
‘I’m here, sir,’ a voice called out from behind me. I turned around
to see a man in a tracksu<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>it standing at the door. He looked too old to be
a student but too young to be faculty.
‘This one is 85 per cent your decision,’ Prof. Pereira said.
‘No way, sir.You are the final authority.’ He sat down next to the
professors. PiyushYadav was the sports coach for the college and sat
in on all sports-quota interv<img alt="" src="http://www.frogapology.org/i/ghtbh.jpg" alt=" "/>iews. He seemed simpler and friendlier
than the professors. He didn’t have a fancy accent either.
‘Basketball?’ Prof. Fernandez asked, scanning through my file.
‘Yes, sir,’ I said.
‘What level?’
‘State.’
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