2017年8月17日 (木)

skin damage is to wear sunscreen

Sunscreen won't reverse wrinkles or spots caused by the sun, but when used consistently, it helps reduce further cellular damage that, if left unchecked, can lead to more sun-induced symptoms, including skin cancer, says Glaser. Here, need-to-know info: Read the label: Seek out sunscreens that contain micronized zinc oxide or titanium dioxide. Both of these physical blockers coat the skin and create a barrier against harmful ultraviolet A and B rays, both of which are now known to play a role in sunburn, aging the skin and the risk of skin cancer. Zinc oxide rubs into the skin easily, making it more cosmetically pleasing than titanium dioxide, which may leave a whitish glow. Parsol 1789, a chemical blocker that protects skin by absorbing UV light, is also a powerful protector, but it may cause skin irritation or allergic reactions in some people. Wear it well: UV rays are constant, so apply sunscreen to exposed skin (SPF 15 or higher) year-round, even on days when you're not going to the beach or playing golf. If you use a face moisturizer with blockers, one teaspoon will do the job.

2017年7月20日 (木)

truth is that there are two issues

indoor tanning can lead to skin cancer and you can experience eye damage from tanning beds. The key in both cases is to make wise choices and take the appropriate measures to ensure you are safe when using a tanning bed.
Keep in mind that tanning beds are big business - so big that about $2 billions dollars a year is spent by people wanting to get a dark, golden tan. One of the main problems seen in the tanning industry is that too many are so interested in the money that they make exaggerated claims just to get the business. The problem is that obviously, people are being put at risk and have no idea. Therefore, remember that tanning beds and eye damage can go hand-in-hand Hublot big bang.
Now, to avoid both skin and eye damage from tanning beds, I want to give you some easy to follow instructions. First, always visit a reputable tanning salon that uses quality beds, disinfects them carefully after each person, changes out bad bulbs, and monitors the amount of time people use the beds. It can be far too tempting to go with a cheaply priced salon but in this case, you do not want to skimp on quality hong kong hotel price.
For the eyes, many studies have shown that increased exposure to ultraviolet rays actually increases the possibility of developing certain types of cataracts. While cataracts can be removed surgically, they can present as a serious problem. However, overexposure can cause other eye problems such as pterygium, which is tissue growth on the white part of the eye, and macula degeneration, which is damage to the retina.
Therefore, above anything, always wear the protective eye gear. Remember that not all tanning salons enforce the wearing of goggles so ultimately, you have the responsibility to protect your eyes. If you notice the goggles not fitting correctly, ask for another pair until you find one that does. Many people who tan on a regular basis will buy their own goggles, ensuring their eyes have the best possible protection Meet New Friends.
Finally, if at any time you see a tanning salon advertising that their beds do not produce glare so goggles are not needed, you should run away as fast as you can. This is a false claim that is highly irresponsible on the side of the tanning salon owners. This is serious business and you only have one set of eyes so do everything you can to protect them for life.

2016年5月26日 (木)

the tiger's skin into his yurt

The sly old Khan thought of testing Ku-nan's strength. He had a whole cow roasted and invited the lad to eat it. Ku-nan not only ate up all the meat, but gnawed the bones clean, too. The Khan then kept him in his yurt as his personal attendant and bodyguard reenex hard sell.

  Ku-nan often went with the Khan deep into the forest to hunt, and every time they came home with a full bag. One day, when the two of them, together with some of the Khan's servants, went hunting in the deep reaches of the forest, a huge tiger suddenly leaped out upon them. The Khan was so frightened he broke into a cold sweat. Without a thought for Ku-nan's safety he whipped his horse into a gallop and tore off down the mountain. The Khan's servants fled helter-skelter, covering their heads with their hands. But Ku-nan did not stir. As the tiger sprang upon him he calmly dodged to one side, grabbed one of its hind legs, and swung the beast against a big tree. There was a crash, and the tree leaves fluttered to the gr

  ound. The tiger lay motionless on the ground with its stomach ripped open. Ku-nan put the carcass on his back and strode off after the Khan reenex facial.

  When the Khan reached his yurt, he was still in such a state of fright he could not dismount from his horse. Luckily his servants, who had taken to their heels when the tiger appeared, came to his aid and lifted him off his horse. At this moment Ku-nan arrived. When the Khan saw the tiger on Ku-nan's back he panicked. He rushed into his yurt and barred the door. "Hurry! All of you," he bawled. "Defend the door! Don't let the tiger in!" Later when he heard it was a dead tiger Ku-nan had brought, he mustered his courage and came out of his hiding place. Foaming with rage he cursed Ku-nan, using all the foul words he knew, and took the tiger's skin into his yurt dermes.

2016年4月12日 (火)

waiting for its next incarnation

Then I walk back over the bridge, through the old Jewish ghetto iron on labels, a sorely tearful place that survived for centuries until it was emptied by the Nazis. I head back north, past the
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Piazza Navona with its mammoth fountain honoring the four great rivers of Planet Earth (proudly, if not totally accurately, including the sluggish Tiber in that list) arctic tank. Then I go have a look at the Pantheon. I try to look at the Pantheon every chance I get, since I am here in Rome after all, and an old proverb says that anyone who goes to Rome without seeing the Pantheon "goes and comes back an ass."

On my way back home I take a little detour and stop at the address in Rome I find most strangely affecting--the Augusteum. This big, round, ruined pile of brick started life as a glorious mausoleum, built by Octavian Augustus to house his remains and the remains of his family for all of eternity. It must have been impossible for the emperor to have imagined at the time that Rome would ever be anything but a mighty Augustus- worshipping empire. How could he possibly have foreseen the collapse of the realm?

Or known that, with all the aqueducts destroyed by barbarians and with the great roads left in ruin, the city would empty of citizens, and it would take almost twenty centuries before Rome ever recovered the population she had boasted during her height of glory seo company? Augustus's mausoleum fell to ruins and thieves during the Dark Ages. Somebody stole the emperor's ashes--no telling who. By the twelfth century, though, the monument had been renovated into a fortress for the powerful Colonna family, to protect them from assaults by various warring princes.

Then the Augusteum was transformed somehow into a vineyard, then a Renaissance garden, then a bullring (we're in the eighteenth century now), then a fireworks depository, then a concert hall. In the 1930s, Mussolini seized the property and restored it down to its classical foundations, so that it could someday be the final resting place for his remains. (Again, it must have been impossible back then to imagine that Rome could ever be anything but a Mussolini-worshipping empire.) Of course, Mussolini's fascist dream did not last, nor did he get the imperial burial he'd anticipated.

Today the Augusteum is one of the quietest and loneliest places in Rome, buried deep in the ground. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. (One inch a year is the general rule of thumb for the accumulation of time's debris.) Traffic above the monument spins in a hectic circle, and nobody ever goes down there--from what I can tell--except to use the place as a public bathroom. But the building still exists, holding its Roman ground with dignity.

2016年3月22日 (火)

Why SAFE notes are not safe for entrepreneurs

The shortcomings of SAFE notes (simple agreement for future equity) are coming home to roost; ironically, entrepreneurs are paying the price. Y Combinator invented the notes with a noble goal: “we intend the SAFE to remain fair to both investors and founders.” But many SAFE notes that entrepreneurs are quick to issue now have a nasty bite: much more dilution than the issuers thought when they signed those documents.
Since the SAFE was created in 2013, many optimistic entrepreneurs have flocked to raise successive “mini-equity-rounds” using the SAFE format or traditional convertible notes. Little thought is given to the potential impact of these notes on future valuation, and their dilution implications are often overlooked. This can be especially appealing when raising individually small checks from unsophisticated angel and seed investors. And it can be a poisonous recipe.
We have observed the following in our own recent direct experience investing in SAFE and convertible notes: that many founders have a tendency to associate the valuation cap on a note with the future floor for an equity round; that they further assume that any note discount implies the minimum premium for the next equity round; and that many founders don’t do the basic dilution math associated with what happens to their personal ownership stakes when these notes actually convert into equity.
By kicking the valuation can down the road, often multiple times, a hangover effect develops: Entrepreneurs who don’t do the capitalization table math end up owning less of their company’s equity than they thought they did. And when an equity round is inevitably priced, entrepreneurs don’t like the founder dilution numbers at all. But they can’t blame the VC, they can’t blame the angels, so that means they can only blame… oops!
How did this happen and what does it mean?
While there are proper uses of notes (to bridge the company to achieve a major milestone, or driven by insiders’ willingness to extend runway), there also are troubling and frequent improper uses (to postpone pricing equity until valuation is higher or to ignore the implicit message associated with being unable to find a lead investor to price the round on terms that the founders like) Cloud Computing.
Why is this troubling? Because it has become more common for VC funds to pass on investing in deals altogether, solely because the waterfall of notes would consume too much equity. If outstanding notes prevent a new lead investor from meeting their fund’s required ownership targets without triggering a complete company recapitalization, a null set of equity distribution possibilities may arise.
Some takeaways: It is critically important that VCs understand cap table math; unfortunately, many do not. Similarly, many CEOs don’t realize the impact that multiple SAFE notes at various valuation caps have on the capitalization table and how these notes can negatively impact the financial viability of the company moving forward.
At its core, this issue points to the lack of understanding about the importance of post-money valuation by both entrepreneurs and investors. While VC deals remain marketed on a pre-money basis, sophisticated investors know that what matters most is the post-money (how much of the company will I own after all of the new shares have been issued). Unfortunately, what the CEO/founder forgets most often is that the notes have a multiplier effect in the post-money calculation; the more notes and the further the cap is from the new priced equity, the greater the variance between actual and nominal pre- and post-money valuations.
SAFE notes gone awry create undue negotiating tension between CEOs/founders and new investors, especially if this interaction occurs during the first priced equity round, because it is truly the first time founders and other common stockholders see the dilution in real terms. What often gets overlooked by founding teams when SAFE or convertible notes are issued is that a majority of the dilution has already occurred, by issuing notes. When the CEO sees his or her ownership fall from 78 percent to 35 percent in one fell swoop, they often assume and blame the new financing structure or the price. This may actually be a self-inflicted wound storage systems.
Some solutions
It is rare that a company begins marketing a first institutional-priced equity round alongside a converting note with a pro-forma “as converted” cap table in-hand. A proactive CEO should have company counsel prepare a pro-forma cap table of the company before issuing any notes, so the impact is fully understood before a note investment is ever accepted.
In more traditional convertible debt, it is possible to provide for voluntary note conversion under specific circumstances. Maturity/conversion ahead of a new equity round can greatly dilute all existing shareholders, but also can get a new lead investor “over the hump.” Multiple series of notes can create “dilution waterfalls” and hamper future priced rounds, as large portions of the pie have already been carved out to founders, converted note holders and Series A investors. In these cases, the only valuations that makes sense for a Series B lead investor force the dreaded “down round.”
While “rocket ship” companies can overcome the structural issues of rolling notes, there are many more SAFE issuers than there are rocket ships.
Many CEOs do not understand the true cost of the future equity they are selling in a SAFE or convertible note instrument, especially in the all-too-frequent “waterfall” scenario. Companies should always gauge whether notes are setting up the company for success in a future round, or whether additional notes are suitable at the company’s current stage of development. Issuer and investor awareness is key to minimizing the negative impact moving forward, and can help improve capital efficiency in venture capital for early-stage companies dekang.

2016年2月25日 (木)

said somebody offscreen


Shadow looked away. Officer Liz had begun, gently, to snore. Carla, the little waitress, snapped, "Hey, jerk-wad! We interrupt this broadcast to show you something that's going to make you piss in your friggin' pants. You ready Air Purifier?"
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The screen flickered and went black. The words LIVE FEED pulsated in white at the bottom left of screen. A subdued female voice said, in voice-over, "It's certainly not too late to change to the winning side. But you know, you also have the freedom to stay just where you are. That's what it means to be an American. That's the miracle of America. Freedom to believe means the freedom to believe the wrong thing, after all. Just as freedom of speech gives you the right to stay silent."

The picture now showed a street scene. The camera lurched forward, in the manner of handheld video cameras in real-life documentaries HKUE DSE.

A man with thinning hair, a tan, and a faintly hangdog expression filled the frame. He was standing by a wall sipping a cup of coffee from a plastic cup. He looked into the camera, and said, "Terrorists hide behind weasel words, like 'freedom fighter.' You and I know that they are murdering scum, pure and simple. We're risking our lives to make a difference."

Shadow recognized the voice. He had been inside the man's head once. Mr. Town sounded different from inside, his voice was deeper, more resonant-but there was no mistaking it.

The cameras pulled back to show that Mr. Town was standing outside a brick building on an American street. Above the door was a set-square and compass framing the letter G.

"Let's see if the cameras inside the hall are rolling," said the female voice-over voice.

The words LIVE FEED continued to blink at the bottom left of the screen. Now the picture showed the interior of a small hall: the room was underlit. Two men sat at a table at the far end of the room. One of them had his back to the camera. The camera zoomed in to them awkwardly. For a moment they were out of focus, and then they became sharp once more. The man facing the camera got up and began to pace, like a bear on a chain. It was Wednesday. He looked as if, on some level, he was enjoying this. As they came into focus the sound came on with a pop.

The man with his back to the screen was saying, "-we are offering is the chance to end this, here and now, with no more bloodshed, no more aggression, no more pain, no more loss of life. Isn't that worth giving up a little?"

Wednesday stopped pacing and turned. His nostrils flared. "First," he growled, "you have to understand that you are asking me to speak for all of us. Which is manifestly nonsensical. Secondly, what on earth makes you think that I believe that you people are going to keep your word Neo skin lab

The man with his back to the camera moved his head. "You do yourself an injustice," he said. "Obviously you people have no leaders. But you're the one they listen to. They pay attention to you. And as for keeping my word, well, these preliminary talks are being filmed and broadcast live," and he gestured back toward the camera. "Some of your people are watching as we speak. Others will see videotapes. The camera does not lie."

2016年1月26日 (火)

one man with acraving face

   

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The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep- whommany fell away from in dread- pressed him into an obscure corner amongthe crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor Manette was there. Shewas there, sitting beside her father university-industry collaborations.

When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, sosustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pityingtenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the healthyblood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated his heart. Ifthere had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look, on SydneyCarton, it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly.

Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order ofprocedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing.There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws, forms, andceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused, that thesuicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to thewinds.

Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots andgood republicans as yesterday and the day before, and to-morrow andthe day after. Eager and prominent among them, and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips,whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. Alife-thirsting, cannibal-looking, bloody-minded juryman, the JacquesThree of St. Antoine. The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empanelledto try the deer HairWorks.

Every eye then turned to the five judges and the publicprosecutor. No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. A fell,uncompromising, murderous business-meaning there. Every eye thensought some other eye in the crowd, and gleamed at it approvingly; andheads nodded at one another, before bending forward with a strainedattention.

Charles Evremonde, called Darnay. Released yesterday. Reaccusedand retaken yesterday. Indictment delivered to him last night.Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of afamily of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had usedtheir abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people.Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription,absolutely Dead in Law diamond coral.

2015年12月31日 (木)

where it recently opened an office in London

Ohpen, a Netherlands-based company that has built cloud-based core banking software, has raised €15 million in Series B funding, which I understand gives it a valuation of €100 million. Private equity firm Amerborgh has led the round, with the new financing pegged for accelerated growth, including expansion to the U.K. where it recently opened an office in London A Bar. Built from the ground up to run entirely in the cloud, Ohpen’s core banking SaaS is targeting any large financial services provider that administrates retail investment and savings accounts. These include online savings banks, asset managers, retail banks, insurance companies, and pension providers, with the likes of Aegon, and The Volksbank named as clients. The premise is that via a modern technology stack and reliable cloud-hosting, and a revenue model that charges per user and therefore has predictable costs, Ohpen’s clients can focus on the front-end experience and brand differentiation rather than dealing with legacy systems and keeping the servers spinning. “The founding team of Ohpen was previously the management team of BinckBank and in that capacity responsible for the creation of the most successful internet broker in Europe, before we left,” says Chris Zadeh, CEO of Ohpen. “Having spent 10 years cursing on unreliable technology that was almost impossible to adapt to our needs, we had to put our money where our mouth was and create a complete new core banking engine from scratch”. The resulting technology was 2 years in the making, he says, with an MVP in April 2010 and Ohpen’s first live client signed in 2012 “[It] took a couple of years to actually program the engine. The Ohpen Platform was the first core banking engine in the world that was totally cloud-based, with regulatory approval”. Meanwhile, Zadeh says the 100-person company has already proven it has a sustainable business model and claims Ohpen has a positive P&L sheet. “This money shall be invested in international growth, our home market is self-sufficient already,” he adds Enterprise Network Security. This deal is a bit convoluted, but the bottom line is that you’ll be able to watch the season 7 of Game of Thrones live or on demand on TV streaming app Molotov. The French startup just signed a deal with OCS, a premium TV package focused on movies and TV shows. Starting today, Molotov users can subscribe for €12 per month and access both live channels and on-demand content. Subscribers can access OCS on all their devices, including on a TV that works with Molotov. As a bonus, subscribers also get 100 hours of cloud-recording space so that you can bookmark more content in the cloud. OCS has been around for a few years. Orange owns two-thirds of the company and Canal+ owns one-third of the entity. 2.6 million people subscribe, mostly through their internet service provider. The normal tier costs €12 per month, and there’s a lower offering for €10 per month limited to laptops, tablets and phones. Subscribers can then access four live channels and a streaming service called OCS Go. While OCS is a good way to watch and stream recent movies, most people know the network thanks to its exclusive deal with HBO. In France, OCS is the only legal way to watch and stream HBO shows, such as Game of Thrones, Silicon Valley, Westworld and more. New episodes are available immediately after they air in the U.S. or less than 24 hours later with French subtitles dermes. I’ve already covered Molotov quite extensively. Molotov lets you watch live TV, go back to the beginning of a show and catch up on past episodes a few days after they first aired in a single, unified interface. It works across phones, tablets, computers, Apple TV, Android TV and smart TVs. The startup now has more than a million users. While creating an account and watching basic TV channels is free, today’s news is interesting because add-ons like OCS are going to help Molotov monetize the service.

2015年12月14日 (月)

When will he come


I could not forget his look and his paleness when he whispered: Jane, I have got a blow -- I have got a blow, Jane. I could not forget how the arm had trembled which he rested on my shoulder: and it was no light matter which could thus bow the resolute spirit and thrill the vigorous frame of Fairfax Rochester Server Rack.

When will he come? I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered -- as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. I had, again and again, held the water to Mason's white lips; again and again offered him the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: either bodily or mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three combined, were fast prostrating his strength. He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him.

The candle, wasted at last, went out; as it expired, I perceived streaks of grey light edging the window curtains: dawn was then approaching. Presently I heard Pilot bark far below, out of his distant kennel in the courtyard: hope revived. Nor was it unwarranted: in five minutes more the grating key, the yielding lock, warned me my watch was relieved. It could not have lasted more than two hours: many a week has seemed shorter Unique Beauty.

We shall get you off cannily, Dick: and it will be better, both for your sake, and for that of the poor creature in yonder. I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last. Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat. Where did you leave your furred cloak? You can't travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate. In your room? -- Jane, run down to Mr. Mason's room, -- the one next mine, -- and fetch a cloak you will see there.Again I ran, and again returned, bearing an immense mantle lined and edged with fur.

Now, I've another errand for you, said my untiring master; you must away to my room again. What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane! -- a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there, -- quick!I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels Veda Salon.

That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility. I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan -- a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance. Jane, a little water.

2015年12月 4日 (金)

he was stopped rather harshly


From my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above reported conference between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to suffice as a motive for wishing to get well: a change seemed near Hong Kong Festival.

I desired and waited it in silence. It tarried, however: days and weeks passed: I had regained my normal state of health, but no new allusion was made to the subject over which I brooded. Mrs. Reed surveyed me at times with a severe eye, but seldom addressed me: since my illness, she had drawn a more marked line of separation than ever between me and her own children; appointing me a small closet to sleep in by myself, condemning me to take my meals alone, and pass all my time in the nursery, while my cousins were constantly in the drawing-room. Not a hint, however, did she drop about sending me to school: still I felt an instinctive certainty that she would not long endure me under the same roof with her; for her glance, now more than ever, when turned on me, expressed an insuperable and rooted aversion nuskin hk .

Eliza and Georgiana, evidently acting according to orders, spoke to me as little as possible: John thrust his tongue in his cheek whenever he saw me, and once attempted chastisement; but as I instantly turned against him, roused by the same sentiment of deep ire and desperate revolt which had stirred my corruption before, he thought it better to desist, and ran from me tittering execrations, and vowing I had burst his nose.

I had indeed levelled at that prominent feature as hard a blow as my knuckles could inflict; and when I saw that either that or my look daunted him, I had the greatest inclination to follow up my advantage to purpose; but he was already with his mama. I heard him in a blubbering tone commence the tale of how that nasty Jane Eyre had flown at him like a mad cat  dermes-

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