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...practice,” said sophomore Danny Mayer, who shot 81 on the day. “So that didn’t bode well for us from the get go.” Compounding the difficulties, the weather was not on the golfer’s side. Winds of 30 miles per hour, gusting up to 40, complicated an already less-than-optimal set of conditions. “The whole course was pretty much drenched,” Mayer said. “There were puddles all over the place, and grass was all soggy...
Others saw in the devastation a blank slate on which Greensburg could build back better by building back greener--with energy-efficient homes and offices powered by Kansas' abundant wind and biofuel resources. The community could become a mecca for environmentalists, drawing green businesses and new jobs. Daniel Wallach, an entrepreneur from a nearby town, formed the nonprofit Greensburg GreenTown shortly after the tornado to promote this transformation. "It could be a living laboratory," he says, "to demonstrate to the rest of the country and the world what a town of the future could look like...
...generate hundreds of microwatts at most, and there may be an upper limit to how much energy can really be scavenged from vibrations. "It's very unlikely on a big scale," says Beeby, who directed the European Union's Vibration Energy Scavenging project. "It will never compete with wind power or anything like that...
...Overall, the energy was good,” said junior co-captain Chris Clayton. “It came down to the last few games in the third set, and we just got a little unlucky.” The Buccaneers took the incentive from the outset, knocking the wind out of Harvard’s sails in the doubles. At the No. 3 spot, Clayton and sophomore Michael Hayes slumped to an 8-3 loss against the East Tennessee State partnership of Lisandro Picardo and Daniel Isaza. The Crimson proceeded to concede the double point...
...jumped out of the car. Inside the cemetery’s walls, the silence was so thick that it bounced off the rows of tombs stacked like chests of drawers (a particularly creepy image when you envision folded socks and underwear stuffed in there with the dead people). The wind whispered gently in the background—in Italian of course—and as I read the names chiseled into the tomb’s façades, Pavarotti sung a silent opera in my head. I roamed the aisles wondering what the hell we were doing here, until...