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Cellulosic Ethanol

Cellulosic ethanol is a renewable fuel source produced from biomass- derivedproducts such as sugarcane waste (bagasse), switchgrass, rice straw and woodchips. Cellulose, a long-chain polysaccharide found in nearly all plant life, is the most abundant molecule on earth, and, according to the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), its high-oxygen content reduces carbon monoxide better than any other oxygenated chemical compound.

Next-generation cellulosic ethanol uses advanced biological science to reduce the cost of ethanol production and enable access to a wide variety of biomass. Unlike traditional ethanol manufactured from corn or sugar, cellulosic ethanol production utilizes non-food, plant biomass as its feedstock source. The biomass is first broken down into fermentable sugars using acid or enzymatic hydrolysis and industrial enzymes, after which the sugars are fermented into ethanol using various fermentation organisms. Ethanol produced from cellulosic biomass is believed to have many benefits over first-generation ethanol including, the use of non-food feedstock, substantially greater yield of ethanol per acre of feedstock, minimal exposure to volatile commodity price risks across the production process and a more favorable environmental impact.

The production of cellulosic ethanol in the United States is supported by the Energy Independence and Security Act of 2007, which mandates that advanced biofuel production consist of 21 billion gallons by 2022, of which 16 billion gallons must come from cellulosic ethanol.

This renewable fuel, along with other intelligent alternative energy sources like wind, tide, solar, geothermal, and conservation will enable the worlds people to break their dependance on not just foreign oil but crude oil in general.


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This is one of the things I dislike about POF. They seem to be really hung up on popularity. "So & so appears on 120 members favorite lists" Oh yeah like I want to be number 121. When I see that I move on. This is a game to a lot of people. Dating sites are founded on 1 principal, to provide a place for singles (and others) to connect with a mate at some level be it dating or long term relationships including marriage.

I personally don't give a damn if I'm popular or shunned by everybody so long as I have one person who loves me and who I love.


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What a silly screen name!


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From the book of Genesis:

"So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all his work which he had done in creation."

Well, that is not exactly true you see god realized that there would be so much crap in the world that it badly needed an outlet so to speak, a rectum as it were, and so early on the seventh day while everybody was still sleeping, he took a ball of clay (there was lots of clay just laying about back then) and fashioned an asshole and located it in what today is called Brooklyn New York, and he named it Flatbush Avenue. And it was good.


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I have an idea......

How about Connecting Singles remove the Politics & Religeon catagory from this Dating Site?


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ok Ginger, you asked for it. Here's a little something I wrote a few years ago. It's short and bittersweet.

The Man In The Mirror

Who's that old man in the mirror
looking back at me?

That's surely not the face
I ever thought I'd see

Where's the little boy
I used to know so well?

If only you could speak
surely you would tell

I can wipe the grimey dust
that settles on the glass

But how to wipe away the years
that have come to pass

Goddamn you mirror
why DO you treat me thus?

Go ahead, who cares
mock me if you must


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Tony Snow was a great guy.

Even though he was forced to sell lies to the public, the truth was written all over his face.


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In 1899 an American schoolteacher, Charles Edward Anson Markham (1852-1940), who used the penname Edwin Markham, was inspired by an 1863 painting to write a poem. The painting was "L'homme à la houe" by the French artist, Jean-François Millet (1814-1875); the poem was "The Man with a Hoe".


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I can only wish I could write like that.

"[A]s I have never seen anything but fields since I was born, I try to say as best I can what I saw and felt when I was at work," wrote Jean-François Millet. At the Salon of 1863, Man with a Hoe caused a storm of controversy. The man in the picture was considered brutish and frightening by Parisian bourgeoisie. The Industrial Revolution had caused a steady exodus from French farms, and Man with a Hoe was interpreted as a socialist protest about the peasant's plight. Though his paintings were judged in political terms, Millet declared that he was neither a socialist nor an agitator.

A religious fatalist, Millet believed that man was condemned to bear his burdens. This farmer is Everyman. His face is lit, yet composed of blots of color that give him no individuality. He is big and dirty and utterly exhausted by the backbreaking work of turning this rocky, thistle-ridden earth into a productive field like the one being worked in the distance. A tribute to dignity and courage in the face of a life of unremitting exertion, Man with a Hoe was long considered a symbol of the laboring class. "


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Here is my submission for today.


Abou Ben Adhem

By: James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.


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I tried to post a picture of the painting but it didn't work but you can see it here.

http://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artObjectDetails?artobj=879&handle=li




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Time was I could've given you one of my spares mastic but times have changed and I have none to spare. I can buy you a beer though.


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Written after seeing Millet's World-Famous Painting

God made man in His own image,
in the image of God made He him. --Genesis.


Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?

Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?
Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns
And pillared the blue firmament with light?
Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf
There is no shape more terrible than this--
More tongued with censure of the world's blind greed--
More filled with signs and portents for the soul--
More fraught with menace to the universe.

What gulfs between him and the seraphim!
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?
What the long reaches of the peaks of song,
The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;
Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;
Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,
Plundered, profaned and disinherited,
Cries protest to the judges of the World,
A protest that is also prophecy.

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
Is this the handiwork you give to God,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this shape;
Touch it again with immortality;
Give back the upward looking and the light;
Rebuild in it the music and the dream;
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the Future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--
With those who shaped him to the thing he is--
When this dumb Terror shall reply to God,
After the silence of the centuries


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Very interesting! I see you or somebody has re-written this poem. Here is the un-edited poem for anybody who cares.

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

by ~ Richard Geyer ~

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.


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I read all your posts I encounter and I'm always impressed with how sensible and well thought out they are. You'll never know who is reading your words and who is being influenced by them. It's obvious you have a lot of life experience and wisdom. I admire you very much.


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Nah muppet, I haven't been in oil for years though I wish I did back up the truck about 2 years ago lol. The energy sector is a hot game and you can make a lot of money but your eyebrows can get singed also.


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I'll be in NJ wednesday, ask me then. btw you wouldn't have to ask twice.


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Crude oil has to stay down for a few days at least before it's reflected at the pump. I can tell you that oil refiners are hurting right now because their profit margins are very thin due to the absurd price of oil and apparently there is lots of gasoline in storage. I know it doesn't make much sense looking at the price of gas but I've heard from pretty reliable sources there's a glut of gas on the market.


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Gee conrad I figure you would be a big fan of Al Gore considering all those pretty mountains in the Alps would look kinda stupid if they had no snow left on them.

Just think of the adverse economic impact a total loss of tourism would do to your country. The Swiss government might have to do a raid on all that gold and art the Nazi's stole from Jews during WW2 not to mention drug money thats squirrelled away in all those swiss bank vaults.


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If a financial analyst did a Cost/Benefit analysis on Al Gore with his mansion on one side of the equation and all the good he's done by putting the topic of global warming on the front burner and bringing awareness of the problem to the global community, the result would be in the neighborhood of 1,000,000 to 1. I find it very curious that so many people focus on the 1 instead of the 1,000,000.

Personally I wouldn't care if he had 3 mansions.

I know, I know, George Bush lives in a very energy efficient dwelling, but I'd be willing to bet from what I've read about her that was 100% Laura Bush's doing and Georgie boy had nothing to do with it.


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