Why do the heavenly bodies behave in a contrary fashion to what we are familiar with on earth? Before a wheel can turn, we must ensure rim is joined to axle; before a couple can dance in circle, their hands must be joined. In contrast, the planets circle the sun and the moons circle the planets without any securing mechanism, and so precisely that their movements can be predicted to a millisecond. Again, why is it that, released from the effects of gravity, emollient matter like water or molten lead forms spontaneously into tiny globes, copying the form found in stars, planets and the sun? Are the tides satisfactorily explained by the thesis of gravitational ‘pull’ of moon and sun? If so, why does modern science have such difficulty reconciling the relative influences of these two bodies? What sort of reality is light, and why is the speed of light fixed and not infinite, at least in space? Answers to these and other questions may be found through recourse to the philosophy of Aristotle. The thinkers of the Enlightenment chose to discard Aristotle’s limited natural science. That was understandable. But they chose to discard his philosophy as well. This was unwise, as fresh study of Aristotle’s thinking will show.
Structural reliability theory is concerned with the rational treatment of uncertainties in struc tural engineering and with the methods for assessing the safety and serviceability of civil en gineering and other structures. It is a subject which has grown rapidly during the last decade and has evolved from being a topic for academic research to a set of well-developed or develop ing methodologies with a wide range of practical applications. Uncertainties exist in most areas of civil and structural engineeri'1.g and rational design decisions cannot be made without modelling them and taking them into account. Many structural en gineers are shielded from having to think about such problems, at least when designing simple structures, because of the prescriptive and essentially deterministic nature of most codes of practice. This is an undesirable situation. Most loads and other structural design parameters are rarely known with certainty and should be regarded as random variables or stochastic processes, even if in design calculations they are eventually treated as deterministic. Some problems such as the analysis of load combinations cannot even be formulated without recourse to probabilistic reasoning.
Damaging accidental explosions are a continuous threat to industry. Categories for such explosions include combustible dust explosions; reactive gas explosions, both confined and unconfined; hybrid explosions involving both gases and dusts; bursts of pressure vessels and piping; and liquid propellant explosions. This book evaluates the physical processes and resulting blast effects for these types of explosions. Special attention is given to reactive gas explosions, both confined and unconfined. This latter class of explosion has occurred all too frequently in refineries and petrochemical complexes, and is also one of the most difficult to predict and evaluate. Much recent work on this topic is reviewed and summarized. This is the only publication of its kind, to date, that offers such a thorough coverage of these types of industrial explosions. [p] Each class of explosion source is reviewed separately, first discussing fundamentals, then presenting methods of analysis and testing, and finally giving curves or equations to predict effects of the particular class of explosion. An extensive bibliography is included together with tables of pertinent properties of explosive materials. The text also includes many figures, equations, tables and a keyword index. The book is intended for researchers in the field of characterizing and mitigating industrial explosions. It will also be of interest to engineers, scientists, and insurers involved in processes.
Sir Samuel White Baker is one of those larger-than-life heroes only the Victorians could invent. For too long, the British Empire has been denigrated and equated with arrogance at best and racial bigotry at worst. Samuel Baker transcends that. He was an explorer and naturalist, recording new species on his many travels; a big game hunter with huge expertise across continents; an engineer of skill and ingenuity; a general of ability; an administrator second to none; and an ardent opponent of African slavery. M. J. Trow, in this the first biography of Baker for twenty years, draws heavily on Bakers prolific writings to bring the extraordinary character of this Victorian adventurer and his achievements to life.
Sir Samuel White Baker is one of those larger-than-life heroes only the Victorians could invent. For too long, the British Empire has been denigrated and equated with arrogance at best and racial bigotry at worst. Samuel Baker transcends that. He was an explorer and naturalist, recording new species on his many travels; a big game hunter with huge expertise across continents; an engineer of skill and ingenuity; a general of ability; an administrator second to none; and an ardent opponent of African slavery. M. J. Trow, in this the first biography of Baker for twenty years, draws heavily on Bakers prolific writings to bring the extraordinary character of this Victorian adventurer and his achievements to life.
A journey I will never, until my last breath, forget. Mike was a horseman and game huntin wrangler for High Country Outfitters, based in Joseph Oregon. You couldnt miss Mike. He was your typical six-foot rancher, wearin a white straw hat, sandy brown hair, long sleeved plaid shirt tucked in to his Wranglers, and dark tan colored cowboy work boots. Mike looks real good with a dark brown mustache or even a three or four day growth on his face. The women would actually quiver if he looked their way. Mike wasnt a cowboy; he was a horseman. He said hed rather ride a horse than drive a car. Oh yeah, this guy was probably born one hundred years ago, in another life. I was the wild march hair, and he would be the field of wheat that would only bend when the wind blew. One thing about it, he knew he was the chosen one to calm my patootie! Let er Buck! Mike and I had a specific type animal in mind. We were interested in a strong spirited stallion to enhance our herd. We werent looking for just a Kiger Spanish Mustang. As we walked and observed, we just couldnt put our eye on the One. Pen number ten. H-o-l-y cow! It was like clouds opening up to the heavens. He didnt move, but he turned his head in our direction and looked eye to eye with Mike. It was a very majestic feeling. Mike said, Oh yeah! They split the Band of Mesteno in 1975, and this colt was foaled in 1976. He was Mestenos Ambassador. This stallion was separated from his band, his family, that he had risked his life for, to protect till the age of fifteen. You wouldnt want to rope that son of a gun unless you had a Mack truck on the other end. Mike will touch me ever so gently. I start to weaken at the knees and literally quiver, but he holds me tight with those big strong arms and caresses my body with those hands. Hell be on me like bears on a berry bush. He had my Wranglers to my knees. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, Let er Buck!
Tristan Green left his small English town for Manhattan and a job at a high profile ad agency, but can t seem to find his bearings. He spends a lot of time working late at night, eating and sleeping alone, and even more time meandering around his neighborhood staring into the darkened windows of shops. One night when he s feeling really low, he wanders by a beautiful little bakery with the lights still on. The baker invites him in, and some time during that night Tristan realizes it s the first time he s really smiled in months. Henry Livingston has always been the odd duck, the black sheep, the baker in an old money family where pedigree is everything and quirky personalities are hidden behind dry martinis and thick upper east side townhouse facades. Henry is drawn to Tristan s easy country charm, dry English wit, and everything that is so different from Henry s world. Their new romance is all buttercream frosting and sugared violets until Tristan's need to fit in at work makes him do something he desperately wishes he could undo. Tristan has to prove to Henry that he can be trusted again before they can indulge in the sweet stuff they're both craving.
The "Walker" walks once more: The last thing Jackson Winchester remembers is being pulled feet first into an unmarked grave and then silence. Now the sun that he remembered beat down on his skin. Broken wood and rocks lay next to him on one side, on the other something more solid, something that felt familiar and yet... As he strained every muscle in his being to sit up, he looked around the desert, the last place he remembered being... Something was wrong... This was the desert where he had seen the bodies buried. The same desert near the hotel. The sounds in the distance were wrong. The smell in the air was wrong. And the "Watcher" has watched: For the first time, as the Walker now stands still, bathed in a column of golden light, Jonathan Cole is compelled to become a part of the story that he has witnessed up to this point. Following the column of light, all the way from Sellwood, he ends up in Arizona at the Brunswick Hotel. Now Jonathan must stop watching and start walking.
Intrepid nineteenth-century enquiry agents American Matthew Grand and Englishman James Batchelor bring their investigation skills to Washington, DC. July, 1868. On receiving a commission from Matthew’s cousin Luther to look into the suspicious death of Lafayette Baker, Head of the US National Detective Police, private investigators Matthew Grand and his business partner James Batchelor leave London for Washington, DC. They find a country still scarred by the bitter legacy of the Civil War and even in death Lafayette Baker remains one of the most hated men north or south of the Potomac. The newly-created Ku Klux Klan wanted him dead. So did the Washington brothel-keepers, bar-owners, and gamblers whom Baker had closed down. What does beautiful former spy Miss Belle Boyd know that she’s not telling them? And could the President himself be involved? Matthew Grand finds he has come home to a mixed reception, while Batchelor struggles as an Englishman abroad. Will either of them survive long enough to uncover the truth? “Trow’s absorbing historical will please Civil War buffs as well as readers who relish the mysteries of Will Thomas and Charles Finch” ―Library Journal “A plot packed with skulduggery . . . sometimes dangerous, sometimes comic, sometimes bizarre adventures.” ―Booklist
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