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Lighting is with a single 430ex flash moved around the car a few times - multiple exposures then merged and massaged in PS
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One snowflake with two natural reflections in my car window. One touching it and a faded one on the right. The verse is about a wise woman who is prepared and diligent and has honor.
Proverbs 31:16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. 17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. 18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. 19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. 20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. 21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. 22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. 23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. 24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant. 25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. 26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Are you ready for a triple threat of the three new wisemen?? The Beast, the Antichrist, the False Prophet? See the 3 faces? I did not draw or add those. They are drops of ice on the window. What made me think of that especially at Christmas time? The 6-sided snowflakes, 666, three 6's.
The trio will look good, seem wise, and fool many. Do you know Jesus as your Savior?
Only by sticking close to Him will you ever have any hope against any deception or snow job. Be wise like this Proverbs 31 woman who is not afraid of the snow or deception because her family is covered in the scarlet Blood of the Lamb.
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When I took this photo of the white flower I remembered how in Christ we are new creation. But here I would like to just talk about the joy of being new creation in Christ, because it seems that joy is the first gift Christ gives us through the Holy Spirit when we surrender our lives to Him. Here is a little story...
In the summer of 2003, I had just graduated from high school and by then I was in Canada for 4 years, I decided to find Christian chat rooms online. I had never been to a chat room before (or since) but I really wanted to join one because I needed spiritual advice on how to overcome lust, and I didn’t have any other source of help.
So I went to MSN chat rooms (been closed for a while now) and I looked through few Christian chat rooms before I mustered the courage to join one that had about 8-12 people in it. There were only 2 Christians ladies and the rest were all men. When I joint they were all nice calling me brother and so forth, and asked what brought me to the chat room and I told them my problem and how I was seeking advice on overcoming lust. For some reason that didn’t go well with the men and the “senior” male member finally told me something like, “My grandfather and my dad both look at women, lust after them, and comment on their bodies, and I do the same...we all do and we turned out just fine!” I answered him, “My dad does too but I don’t follow your dad or mine—I follow Christ.” That didn’t go well with them and the senior male member said something to the like, “This is turning stupid and boring, I am leaving”, and he left. Five minutes later I was there only with the two ladies who happened to be the creators/moderators of that chat room (and older lady and a younger lady). They were very friendly and we talked about sin, and the Bible and so on. That was the first night, and they asked me to come to their chat room the next night too.
Next night I went to the chat room again but there was nobody except the older moderator. After few minutes this lady comes into the chat room and begs us to save her friend! She says that she just met this lady in her early to mid 20s yesterday through another chat room and she is suicidal. That’s when I thought, “Ok, it is time to leave!”, because I didn’t want to trouble them with my lust problem when they have to deal with a person who is ready to commit suicide! So the older moderator asked the new lady to bring the young lady into the chat room so she can talk with her. The new lady kept going and coming back saying she can’t convince the young lady to come to the chat room. After 10 minutes or so the young lady finally joins our chat room, and so they both, the moderator and the lady, start talking to her but she wasn’t opening up to anyone. That’s when they both decided to leave her for me to handle, and the older moderator told me that she is going away and that I was in charge of the chatroom!
I didn’t know what to say, after all I was there for help! So I just quoted this verse, "He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds," which I found on Dr. Stanley’s website (InTouch.org). The young lady asked, “Where does the Bible say this?” I told her, “Psalm 147:3”. Then the new lady got occupied by new members. So I decided to open a private window to chat with the young lady alone.
She told me about her life: how she knows about God from attending a Catholic School, how she doesn’t know where her mom is, she lives with her father and grandmother who are alcoholics, her grandmother is also into all kind of black magic that she is sometimes too scared to even leave her room, and how her brother is also into magic and is a drug dealer! I tried my best so share Christ with her but I was just happy she was opening up—I was afraid she would hurt herself. Around 3:30 AM I was worn out and she said, “Be right back”, so I took the opportunity to go to my bed, kneel on it and pray. I prayed until she came back; I prayed for her well physically and spiritually health and for her to have joy in her life.
We talked a bit more and then I was very tired and my eyes were hurting me so I told her, “I really got to go sleep because I am very tired.” But she kept me chatting for few more minutes until when I really had to leave she blurred, “Ok, I want to get saved, I want to have a personal relationship with Christ but I don’t know how!” So she asked me a bit more about salvation and I told her to go pray asking God to forgive her of her sins, to turn away from her sins, and tell Him that she believes He sent His son to die for all her sins, and to invite Him as Lord into her heart. She agreed and went away and came back after few minutes. We decided to close the private window and go back to the main chat room window.
Something changed in that girl right away! I mean she was happy, and talkative, and cracking jokes and praising God on the Internet! The only thing concerned me is that her typing was becoming far between, so she would type something, then disappear for a minute then she would come back type something and disappear again! I asked her if she was alright and she said, “Oh, I am fantastic! I am just typing like this because my laptop is on the floor and I type something then I roll on the carpet from joy and then roll back to the laptop, type something, then roll away again!”
I never heard from her after that night, and I remember that her user name was something like, “livingindarkness”; I really hope she is now living in the Light of our Lord.
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When I accepted our Lord as Saviour I was 16 years old and that was in 1999. I was living in Amman, Jordan with my family as we were waiting our immigration papers to Canada to be completed. It was summer time and it was in the afternoon. I was laying on a straw carpet near the window reading a book called More Than a Carpenter by Josh McDowell; the book was translated into Arabic and I had gotten it from a neighbour who left it behind after he immigrated to Sweden. I was at the end of the book and he was telling his story of how his relationship with his dad was recovered after he had become a Christian. At the end of the story he asked if anyone want Jesus Christ to change their lives they must come to Him in prayer, ask for forgiveness, believe that He died for their sins, and surrender their lives to Him. And there was a sample prayer which I prayed that afternoon. I don’t remember the month or the date/day, but I do remember that for two days afterwards I was so happy! I was like I had woken up from a terrible nightmare, or that a very heavy load had been lifted off my shoulders.
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In 2004 I was sharing Christ with a friend and she decided to accept Him into her heart and I lead her into that same prayer, and the same thing happened to her: for two days afterward she would call me telling me that she was very happy...actually, she really acted like she was high on happiness! I could tell that her heart and life was filled with joy in those two days. Strange thing is that she didn’t remember that but I do remember it.
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Do you remember that time when you realized you are a sinner and in need of Salvation? How did you feel afterwards? How does that feeling compare to the feeling prior to accepting Christ?
(Toronto, ON; summer 2010.)
Avoir le champ de lin graine des poumons moucheté d'ergots de seigle jusqu'aux bords des ailes de sa banquette aux soufflets infertiles fit que très tôt dus me résoudre à la friction des mains avec le gel alcoolisé d'un flacon en plastique transparent pour bloquer dans l'œuf les surinfections rencontrées sur la cuvette d'un clavier, le pavé numérique d'un siège public, ou la barre d'espace d'un caddie abandonné sur la route.
Il s'en trouvait qui le chassait partout.
Maculés de sang ou pas, frais ou séché, je ne reculais pas à dépense, s'il fallait manchonner l'étincelante soupe, le contenu entier faisais fuser, j'en usais comme d'un chamois, shofar qui tenait les virus hors des allures de près, voiles affalées, j'adorais mouler la fiole au creux de la paume, limonade neutralisée, chiure divine de wombat ou semence amie du même, monade qui dérape dans sa fuite exponentielle contrôlée, grenade aux essences statufiées, nageur d'ambre en apnée dans son bénitier fixe aux entrailles coagulées que j'emportais dans mon sac à dos, masse dont je déchirais l'appui des molécules collantes sans aucun regret, foulon d'écume d'ondes mallées au fin fond d'une cantine, lingots translucides de sables mouvants yeux pers injectés d'eau de mer par un invisible graisseur, impeccablement désalés, d'une chaîne d'atomes si proches, au goût et au parfum, des élémentaires liaisons d'un intouchable hydromel.
Une pâte d'ongles de femme, clips de l'inerte foudre réduits en hachis, fonte lisse de la pulpe sans contours ni couleurs.
N'en partageai rien du fluide embarqué dans la mignonne petite bouteille avec ma chum car : Nenni, je n'userai pas de ta semoule de blattes exsangues, pas question que je m'ôte le film qui me balme la main, tu perds ta protection naturelle, tu vois..._ Que fais-tu d'autre lorsque tu la frottes au savon sous le filet ? Pas pareil, ça se rattrape en cinq secondes, _ Pourtant la base lavante du marseillais est très râpeuse, alcaline et même un peu soudarde avec l'épiderme,...Oui et alors, c'est bon, non..?
Désir de collecter des tonnes de cet extrait d'huile évaporée, à la chair fine si peu divulgable mais qui s'étalait à merci, le constituai et le reconstituai mentalement sans arrêt, prêt à me rendre prisonnier de tout ce qu'en moi l'idée d'une pénurie de sa vapeur solide rançonne, ou le rêvais-je ?
Des jerrycans, les bidons des allemands, comme on disait à l'intérieur des Sherman, par centaines, des réserves secrètes, déposées en des lieux outrés du désert où poussent les coulemelles de mon esprit, inconnus des lobes de ses renards eux-mêmes, où s'enterrent les amphores de ses lépiotes élevées.
Un jour que j'arrivais tapant au dos de la nuit sur le cliquet de la porte du jardinet d'un couple de planteurs hippies très sur leur garde, épouse choquée à cause des enfants, jouets tardifs s'amusant à la balançoire dans le potager zébré de la lumière du lustre de leur salon - je leur apparaîtrai demain sous la pire incarnation du bon Gatsby Welles -, paire habitante d'une ferme au hangar délabré à la sortie du hameau de Rumengol, j'allais quérir la permission de dormir quelque part, prêt à demander de l'eau, bouche brûlée dans la pente du gosier, si j'avais eu le temps, _Vise le hangar, là-bas, si tu crois que tu peux t'y accommoder, dit l'homme, sifflet coupé, visage endolori, _ Merci, je repars dès six heures, ne vous en faîtes pas.
Je braque le sac de couchage sur un semblant de maigre avalanche d'un reste de paille piétinée, le toit est stable et couvre un endroit ouvert, serre soufflée à moitié nue, ligné de fines poutrelles et colonnettes, mincement barbelé de fil près du courant de la route, une vision à faire refluer les sucs dissous de l'ennui paradoxal épongés par le premier estomac du sommeil, qui en compte quatre en ville, temps normal de la cité disparue du mors de mes aval, coordonnées aimées, chipées, racines bues par la plante de leurs abscisses refroidies comme des clous tordus glissés sous le tablier d'une enclume.
Aucun remède à l'hambre qui cercle mon ventre, Cranou traversé sans provisions, les ponts trop étirés avec l'Arrée pour qu'elle le coupe de son petit feu.
Cinq corps allongés dans le fond de la salle, sans doute pour leur redonner ombre humaine.
La pluie se met à tomber, bienheureuse image dont le point de fontaine reste flou.
J'arc-boute les lèvres juste sous une gouttière percée et lampe l'eau tôlée comme si c'était du lait gras, ions dépecés par l'éclat d'une lumière aveuglante traînée du col d'un réverbère par ce moignon de route du Faou, grosse pierre noire-rouge coudée qui, depuis qu'elle est entrée dans mon cerveau, roule son ignoble bosse, caillasse d'enrobé que j'avais empruntée dans ses brassées d'ombres épaisses qui cessent de vous considérer passant alors qu'elles impriment et découpent sur vous la marque des pas de feuilles dentelées identifiables à des chênes rouvres massus - bien qu'ils soient dans la réalité fort élancés -, si l'on se fie aux passages plissés des aubes sur les orbes blanchâtres de leurs écorces cillantes.
En caleçon et t-shirt, zippé dans l'abri au fourreau de coton ou d'eider, en dément de l'Arrée ne me le remembre plus, priorité à m'enduire, non pas les mains mais les pieds, avant de me mettre à chercher l'œil obscur, face aux débris de cadavres de souris souillés de leur rosées internes et autres crapauds moribonds, yeux exorbités qui vous expulsent, patte survivante prise d'un regain de fine tremblotte, névrotique salut, pour un moment encore, restauré par le chat de la maison joueuse, sans parler des traces de peaux de vipères désquamées par le même, ou par volonté simple et tranquille du reptile possesseur.
Un bruit de ridelle qui claque au vent immobile enfonce un coin dans l'ouvrage glaiseux du silence, au sol, un grand harpon et sa longe à décrocher la hune, des traces de sa lutte avec un auvent.
La roue d'un char au moyeu décavé dont le patin de roulement barbu d'herbes s'est noyé dans le trait de socle d'une mer de Barents ici déchaussée depuis longtemps.
Meuble dock, encore frais frappé d'un métal dont on ne savait faire pièce.
J'avais marché sur la voie, seul et peut-être sale, sage, j'éprouvai la bête envie de m'en détacher sur le motif, sans perdre, de ma récupération, une minute des précieux instants de soupirs volés à mes côtes.
_Haut les peurs, entendis-je tousser dans ma tête qui se donnait une contenance devant l'événement, avec ou sans toi, nous nous laverons du sang des octets de l'Appia écrasés par la semelle de l'humain humus.
Je leur frictionnais les orteils avec mon baume à l'eau de Véronique, ou était-ce un véronal au jus d'angélique, pour les ramener au seuil de l'une des enveloppes primordiales de la vie, sans libre liquide, ni savon, sans violence, au plaisir saisi de les revoir revenus à la sanité.
Ne vous livre de preuve photographique puisque, soudain pris d'affection et de pitié pour la nouvelle odyssée 2021 vendémiaire poussée hors du cadre, dont je ne veux pas déranger les auspices de quelque appel que ce soit, préfère qu'elle commente elle-même ses actes et commande ses virages, visage et pattes encastrés dans son habitacle, car, même le regard dans un rétroviseur ne peut s'affranchir d'un habitacle, de sièges, de pédales à enfoncer, et d'un volant qui vire, selon le même habitus, un identique schéma, même silhouette, mêmes voiles orthopédiques du plan précédent la carte jetée sur le bitume, trois pieds de toux devant les phares de l'an nouvellement voiturier.
InTouch Weekly's Icons & Idols Red Carpet following the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards.
(Photo by Evan K. Schmidt/BSD Media)
InTouch Weekly's Icons & Idols Red Carpet following the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards.
(Photo by Evan K. Schmidt/BSD Media)
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Ron and Teddy...(these guys ARE Sheep Mesa Outfitters. Ron is a fourth generation Packer and Teddy is his oldest best friend) Perhaps not the best outfitters to ever set a pack or jerk a hitch or snake a pack string... but i'll lay you odds they are up there circling around there in the top ten.... They are still out there ridin the backcountry trails in summer and fall... Trails made by the likes of Bridger, and Colter, and my great grand pappy ... This is a glimpse of them returning a seven dayer in the Yellowstone.... This picture is courtesy of Ray Zaccard (flickr's linray473) and I titled it "Homeward Bound" as I guess one thinks of such things as we enter the Holiday season.... Happy Thanksgiving everyone... cbc
Note; anybody desiring a backcountry adventure of a lifetime... contact me and I'll get you intouch with Ron Good....
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Adrienne Bailon of the singing group 3LW flaunted a short, flirty frock of a lighter shade of gray on the red carpet. We just love how she paired the dress with black flats and a cute beret to complete a simple Parisian look. C'est magnifique!
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StreetArt by KayArt :-)
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Ils étaient surpris de savoir leur dernière œuvre encore intacte, six jours après l'avoir signée. Le graffiti monumental du duo Sismikazot n'aura finalement pas tenu la semaine à Ivry. Le mur d'expression du parc des Cormailles a été en partie recouvert le week-end dernier. Peint suffisamment haut, seul le visage du jeune rappeur Georgio reste intouché. « On l'a su tout de suite, des gens nous ont alertés. C'est le jeu », reconnaît Rémi Tournier (alias Sismik). Provocation, rivalité entre street-artistes ou simple envie de créer ? « Chacun fait comme il le sent avec ses propres valeurs, le mur est fait pour ça », estime le graffeur du Lot, spécialement monté en région parisienne le 1er mars avec son acolyte Paul Soquet (Azot) pour rendre hommage à leur « poto » Georgio, attendu sur la scène de l'Olympia le 24 mars. Sur l'immense façade de 6 m sur 30, il leur avait fallu quatre jours pour dessiner au pinceau le portrait et les citations d'internautes et de riverains. Ce mardi, les promeneurs étaient encore nombreux à s'arrêter devant pour l'immortaliser avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.
He's rich, spoled rotten, entitled, obnoxious, he's the poster-boy for straight douchebags, and prays at a drop of a hat and really lives up to the English slang of his last name (pratt = idiot, asshole, etc.) BUT theres something about Spencer Pratt just, um, gets me going. And I don't know why. He's is SO not my type. And where others just can't stand him. I stand him BIG TOME and drool. I am SO ashamed.
I was walking to University College when I saw this BMW 3-Series Coupe so I took few shots but I didn’t like any of them. As I walked away I looked back and it looked much better from this angle (even though that’s all I could see as it was surrounded by other cars) because the sun wasn’t facing the camera anymore so I took one more capture.
When I came home I decided to do something special for BMW because it has been my favourite car brand for many years now. So using Gimp I darkened the photo and blurred the car’s surroundings…to make it stand out. But what I really wanted to show is that very few cars still look this good when so little of them is showing.
(I am listening to Meditation from Thais by Massenet played by Sarah Chang, to help me write! Beautiful music.)
Back home when people wanted to buy a luxurious car they either bought a Benz or a high end Toyota. Some bought Cadillac or Volvo, and so on. But one day when I was going to visit my aunt’s house with my dad I saw a BMW, and something really drew me to it. I didn’t know anything about it at the time as it was not that known then (I was in my early teens). I mean it looks luxurious and tough, and amazingly well made but it was not boring! All luxury cars I had seen until then were all boring looking and they all tried to look the same to please customers’ tastes in cars and increase sales! But not this car! This car seemed like saying “I am good, and I know it. I am different, and I don’t care!”
That is my only memory of a BMW from back home. So when I came to Canada I realized I was not alone: there are many young men who love BMWs! Then I found out that it is actually Canada’s best selling luxury brand!
If you are a woman and don’t understand why men like cars, then this paragraph might be of help! You see, one day I went with my aunt and cousin to a very big mall in Detroit and she went into a shoes store just to “look around” and we waited outside. I looked at her through the glass window and she was trying on a very pretty pair of shoes, but she wasn’t walking in them! (How do you try shoes without walking in them! It is like test driving a car without driving it!) What she was doing is pretty much standing still and move one foot to the front of the other and look at her feet, and there was such a slight but delightful smile on her face! That’s when I realized sometimes women don’t buy shoes because they make the most sense--comfortable, warm, etc.--hey buy them because they feel beautiful in those shoes! They want to look and feel like a princess! And it hit me that men also don’t necessary buy the cars that makes more sense—meets their needs, fuel efficient, reliable, etc—they buy the cars that make them feel more of a man, that makes them feel like they are kings! And to me, no car makes a man feel this way better than BMW does!
So in summary: men view shoes as “those things that take you from point A to B!” Women view cars as “those things that take you from point A to B!” Hehe! May not apply to everyone though!
The reason I like BMWs because I simply love their designs. I like car that look like a piece of art…a piece of intertwined metal body parts and lines with tough looks, yet composed presence…well, a BMW!
You see there is a fine balance between looking really good and looking silly! If you are a woman, imagine your favourite high heel shoes with pink polka dots! Exactly! Well, it is the same with cars. Very few car companies have mastered the art that blends luxury, design/image, technology, quality, functionality and performance! And to me BMW is on top of the list when it comes to meeting all those objectives!
It is important however not to be obsessed (carried away) with our affection to anything in such a way that it takes God’s place in our lives. I remembered a couple years ago I used to have to get a new BMW desktop background on the computer at work every morning before work! Gradually I started feeling uneasy in my spirit because of this, especially since I did it right before my InTouch daily devotional and I usually didn’t want to read it anymore afterwards! So I had to be more careful to understand and draw the line between a healthy admiration of something, and making an idol out of it.
Also a few years ago, when I was legalistic in my relationship with God, I tried to “act” as if I didn’t like BMW! Or at least hated the fact that I did! Well, this is not something God disapproves of. He has given us talents and interests for His glory and our enjoyment. I’ve always enjoyed designing things so BMW’s designs naturally hold an interest for me.
I know that I am a Prince in my my Heavenly Father’s kingdom. I know that I am valuable and loved. I know that I am who I am because of who I am in Him. My identity is wrapped up in His identity. I belong to Him. Everything I am is because of who He is and Has done. Before I had this deep understanding of who I am in Christ I naturally associated my worth with things, including cars such as BMW. But now I enjoy car designs with peace knowing that they are nothing more or less to me than art. Many things God does not necessary wants us to get rid of (such as work, wife, money, family!), but to balance them so that we can enjoy them as we enjoy Him first, rather than be mastered by them and miss on the joy of putting Him first.
I am not sure I will ever buy a BMW because they are expensive and I don’t feel comfortable spending that amount of money on a car. But may be I will buy a used one :) By the time I graduate and get a job I might buy the BMW M3 Sedan (a fav. of mine: www.zcars.com.au/images/2008-bmw-m3-sedan31.JPG), if it is according to God’s will :)
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I don’t like how some people automatically have negative ideas about BMW drivers :( Wait until I get my BMW then I will show them! LOL! Just kidding! I threw that in for the fun of it :D
Ok, so I have seen my share of videos showing BMW drivers doing careless things! Actually, one day I saw on the street a BMW driver following a police car very closely and honking the horn at it because the cop was driving slowly (aka within speed limit!) So the BMW driver changed lines quickly without signalling, sped up and changed lanes again to be in front of the police car, slowed down and stopped to make a left turn! Hmmm…ok so there might be some true about BMW drivers “think they own the road”, but not every one is! Some just love the car, and have no intentions of giving anybody a hard time whether driving or not :)
So I hope you like the photo :)
PS: I hope BMW won't be upset for using their logo without permission! But they should actually be happy for doing free commericals for their cars :s
(Toronto, ON; winter 2008.)
InTouch Weekly's Icons & Idols Red Carpet following the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards.
(Photo by Evan K. Schmidt/BSD Media)
I leave but i always cme bk here ,, had my best days lovely frnds & everlastin memories ..
miss all my old buddies ,, hope 2 gt intouch with all of thm again ..
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Have you ever dealt with a bunch of defective products and packages when you’re trying to have all of the packages move down a packaging line?
This is probably a common irritation, and defective products cause a lot of issues.
It can make you want to outsource packaging fully, or maybe you want to put it with another supply chain. This is an option, since it allows you to focus on the capabilities of your service too.
Contract packaging is a great opportunity to fix this issue. That’s because, they can reduce defective products, so you’re not dealing with trying to chase up defective packages while dealing with everything else that goes into running a company.
Contract packaging is helpful since it gets rid of defects, and also gives you customers that are happier.
What Defects do to Manufacturing
If you’re running your own plant, then you KNOW the issue of defective products.
Defects aren’t just your product is improperly packaged. You could have bar codes that are duds, the printing might get blurred, there is information that’s not right, leaks, bad foil cuts that result in issues with how the cardboard boxes, and even the seals can get messed up.
If you’re doing all of the packaging on your own, you might not know WHY the product is defective. And then you spend all your time trying to hunt for the cause instead of doing the marketing and other tidbits.
Defects also cost time, products, materials, and in many cases, money. It’s also a source of frustration, since you’re losing a lot of these resources to that in general, which in turn causes a wealth of different issues as well.
Contract packaging is simple, improves the wellness of your life, and the contract packaging deals with all of the extra stuff so they can handle it BEFORE it gets to the customer. They then can give you details on the defects, along with quick solutions for every problem.
How Much Does Defective Packaging Cost?
The thing is, defective packaging doesn’t have a set price tag.
The costs are in the form of the labor used to fix this, the money put in to fix it, and any materials and products.
However, the problem with defects is that they’re not easy to find. This is especially true if you have multiple lines of packaging, so you’re bleeding resources, and of course they’re remedied.
When you can identify this quickly, it will fix it. If you do contracting, you won’t have to do it yourself. It could be cheaper just to have another company train the machinery, re-work and fix any repairs, and of course any proper adjustments.
They can do this, and it can cost you a lot of money.
Contract Packaging Is Essential for Success
Contract packaging will be the first contact point in #packaging, so if they notice something, they can fix it immediately.
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Cinéma Cinémovida Le Clovis - 12, rue du Beffroi
Comme disait Pinocchio, "stop à la langue
de bois "
Tonnerre de Brest !
expression le mot 'tintin' a été associé à de
la frustration ou de la privation
« Intouchables » : le couac à Soissons Un Festival d'Hypocrisie et de Mensonges .
Àu Cinéma Cinémovida Le Clovis - 12, rue du Beffroi , le film sur le handicap est projeté dans une salle inaccessible aux
personnes handicapées.
le complexe Cinéma Cinémovida Le Clovis , est l'un des plus grandes de ce cinéma.
S'il falait dû voir qu'un seul film cet automne, c'était celui-ci. Mais quel calvaire pour parvenir à voir « Intouchables »,
la comédie mettant en scène un François Cluzet en milliardaire tétraplégique et Omar Sy dans la peau d'un voyou de banlieue
J'étais venue rendre visite à ma famille, qui habite à Soissons et ils ils travaillent .
Me déplaçant uniquement en fauteuil roulant, j ai passé une bonne partie de samedi après-midi à chercher une salle où je puisse le voir
C'est incroyable, certaines personnes disent que la ville es accessible à tous .
On comprend mieux pourquoi les personnes à mobilité réduite (PMR) Soissonnais, Soissonnaises ne vivent pas dans cette ville .
Problème : les salles ne sont pas accessibles aux Clients (es) handicapées.
Ces remarques ont bien entendu été notifiées, en premier lieu, à un responsable du cinéma,
« il se dit trés gêné, dit-il, c'est un film « Intouchables »très grand public et le passer en grande salles inaccessibles est un paradoxe .
Pour l'accès aux Clients (es) handicapées, il se sent sensible à ce sujet et il essaye de gérer au mieux. »
l'entrée principale du Cinéma Cinémovida Le Clovis , on bute sur plusieurs marches de 6 à 8 centimètres à enjamber avec un
fauteuil roulant ça serai plustot pour l instand le film "Mission Impossible "
Cinéma Cinémovida Le Clovis est le seul cinéma à Soissons où se pose encore un souci d'accessibilité.
il nous faut attendre la sortie du film en DVD
Blu-ray !!!
Berkeley, August 16, --guy and mural --Luis Sanchez, a UC Berkeley senior, is working with Chicano youth in East Contra Costa County, organizing them to become more intouch with their heritage and active in there community. Sanchez is photographed infront of a mural by Malaquias Montoya at the Casa Joaquin Murieta co-op house for Chicano students where he lives. (kl41148/LEDGER DISPATCH/Kendra Luck)1995 SLUG:activist Sanchez/bwn
The black retro french maid
100% cotton
One size fits most
“C’est la vie” and “la vie” is great when you’re wearing this adorable Black French Maid Apron. This adorable black and white classic is something every lady should own! You might just get intouch with your inner Julia Child!
Bon Appetit!
A veces mi mamá me recomienda películas y no la pesco, como ocurrió en este caso...y pucha que tiene razón cuando me dice: "Tienes que ver ésta, es muy buena". Creo que de ahora en adelante debo hacerle más caso.
Intouchables es de esas películas que tienen de todo un poco. Es chistosa, tiene parte emotivas, habla de la amistad y también de las clases sociales.
La historia de inspira en hechos reales, y cuenta la historia de Driss, un joven de los suburbios franceses que tiene una serie de problemas y subsiste con cheques del estado.
En su búsqueda de firmas para los cheques llega a la casa de Philippe, un millonario cuadraplégico que queda encantado con él, y sin buscarlo, Driss queda contratado para ayudarlo. Con el paso del tiempo se van haciendo amigos y comienzan una relación de afecto que los mantiene a los dos a salvo del resto del mundo. Una historia conmovedora que vale la pena ver.
Trailer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gg0w81fe5E
Online con subtítulos: www.cuevana.tv/#!/peliculas/4747/the-intouchables
InTouch Magazine, Bruce Jenner, Photoshopped Transgender Cover, 1/2015, pic of magazine by Mike Mozart of TheToyChannel and JeepersMedia on YouTube
Cette saison, le MAP présente plusieurs expositions dans les rues de Montréal. Le « clou », c’est probablement les Intouchables d’Erik Ravelo : des affiches grand format à même les murs du viaduc Berri, qui resteront pendant six mois offertes au regard des automobilistes. . Vous les avez peut-être déjà vues : des enfants dont le visage est pixelisé, cloués à une croix qui est leur bourreau (GI, prêtre pédophile, touriste sexuel, etc.).
Mary Kay has been around for over fifty years, remaining strangers to none. From skincare to fragrances, to beauty products, Mary Kay has it all. Our MyTopFace Experts decided to give these three Mary Kay items a try, and here’s what we think:
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Welcome to the Jornada del Muerto desert basin of New Mexico where INFINITI celebrated its 30th anniversary of past and present prominence while hinting at a progressive future inclusive of electric mobility. The 30 Years Forward vehicle experience and test drive event with the 2020 fleet --including the venerable QX80s and dashing Red Sports -- was exciting, historical, and entertaining. Once at Spaceport America, we were able to drift AWD Q50 Red Sport 400s and RWD Q60 Red Sport 400s on the dynamic desert course constructed for the festivities.
SCCA numbers their turns different than NASCAR, I am leading 2 other competitors into turn 3A of the SCCA road course at Charlotte Motor Speedway.I was fortunate enough to keep them at bay for the whole race finishing in this order. **BTW**, the rights to this photo are property of Darrell Bryant Photography. I have his permission to post it here, if you wish to use it for any reason, contact me and I will get you intouch with him to get his written permission. I only drive and pose for his wonderful photography.