Good day (Pikes Peak Library District pooh-bah), I’m Tom Preble, that guy with the Leaf electric car that had been plugging in on 1Kwh /120 volt trickle charge at your Falcon branch – High Prairie, whilst using the facility. First, do understand that I had asked permission for open-ended trickle charging. Permission had been granted […]
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As American cities continue to erode due to infrastructural decay and underfunding, public leaders are finally beginning to address the issues of sustainable living and accountable government in public forums. Those in positions of power who continue to ignore these topics should take note. This generation faces a number of serious problems that could easily turn America into a second-tier economy much more quickly than the uninformed
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From Colorado Springs, get on I-25. Drive south. After roughly 2 1/2 hours, near the New Mexico border, lies the oldest town in Colorado, San Luis. Roughly 700 people live San Luis, and despite the rich history and culture of the area, the population continues to decline as youths leave a home their ancestors loved and cherished to seek fortune, education,
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As a Millennial, I get tired of everyone calling us the lazy generation that will never contribute anything useful to the Great American Dream. They think our day consists of smoking weed and shoving our face in a Cheetos bag while we watch the latest episode of Breaking Bad. However, that stereotype doesn’t fit for most
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When it comes to defining what Japanese robots are, Japanese roboticist Masahiro Mori prefers to use the analogy of Mt. Fuji. “If a steep hill suddenly protrudes from the flatland, you can draw a line to show where the mountain starts,” he says, “but Mt. Fuji becomes higher so gradually that you can’t draw a
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A Naming I stood, and around me the grass bent, paying homage to the breeze, nodding tufted tips back and forth. The land undulated before me, an ocean of greens and browns, rills of grassland responding to wind-play. I turned to regard the man beside me. He stood still, gazing at my with blue interested
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