Boole is a lunar crater that lies along the northwestern limb of the Moon, to the northwest of the crater Gerard. At this location it is viewed nearly from the side, and is very oblong in shape due to foreshortening. The crater formation is nearly circular, however, with a wide inner wall that has been worn and rounded due to subsequent impacts. It is named after George Boole.
To the north of Boole is the crater Cremona, and to the southwest are Paneth and Smoluchowski. The eroded and somewhat distorted satellite crater Boole E is attached to the southern rim, forming a saddle-shaped valley between the two formations. The interior floor of Boole is relatively flat, and marked only by tiny craterlets. There is a small craterlet on the floor next to the southwest rim, and a tiny crater along the western inner wall.
The surface along the western face of Boole is pock-marked by a multitude of small craterlets that run in a northerly direction towards Brianchon. A sequence of these impacts forms a short catena, or crater chain, near the western rim of Boole.
Boole is an electronic hybrid act formed in 1996 by Brad Barkett and Mike Barkett at Loyola College in Baltimore, Maryland. The band was formed as a foray into explorations of post-modern forms of popular dance music, in contrast to Brad Barkett's experimental music project formed in 1990, The Apologizers. The current live lineup consists of Brad Barkett and Mike Barkett on vocals and saxophones.
In 1996, Boole was formed by Brad Barkett (br0d) and Mike Barkett (The MAB) in Baltimore, Maryland, at Loyola College. After appearing on a few compilations and playing a few shows in the local area, boole relocated to scenic Washington, DC.
The Boole Tree is a giant sequoia in Converse Basin grove of Giant Sequoia National Monument, in the Sierra Nevada, in Fresno County, California.
The grove, in the monument managed by Sequoia National Forest, is 5 miles (8 km) from the General Grant Grove in Kings Canyon National Park. Converse Basin used to be a large grove, but was logged of most of its giant sequoias between 1892 and 1918. Now only perhaps 60–100 large specimens survive out of thousands. However, this grove is still the second largest contiguous grove in the world.
The Boole Tree, by far the largest in Converse Basin Grove, was named around 1895 by A.H. Sweeny, a Fresno doctor, after Franklin A. Boole, a supervisor of the logging operation who spared the tree's life due to its great size. Before 1931, it was thought by many to be the largest tree in the world (although the General Grant Tree was more popularly known as the largest tree in the world at that time), but it is now known as the sixth largest tree, after five other giant sequoias: the General Sherman tree, the General Grant, the President tree, the Lincoln tree, and the Stagg tree.
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The French Engineering Works or FEW, is a manufacturer, exporter and importer of High Speed Steel cutting tools. The firm was founded in Johannesburg, South Africa, in 1918 by Herman Moser to manufacture rock drill spares for the mining industry in Johannesburg.
The business diversified into manufacture of precision tools, and HSS cutting tools for the metal industry. Their product range includes taps, dies, bits, cutters, toolbits, and thread-rolling dies (flat and circular).
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Vital is the sixth studio album by American alternative rock band Anberlin which was released on October 16, 2012. In interviews, vocalist Stephen Christian has stated the album has a youthful, energetic energy and features new influences for the band. Upon release, the album was met with favorable reviews from critics and fans alike. The album was re-released in 2013 as Devotion, adding the deluxe tracks from various retailers, new remixes, and a full live album.
Vital garnered generally positive reception from music critics. The review aggregator website Metacritic gives a weighted average rating to an album based upon the selected independent mainstream reviews it utilizes, and the album has a Metascore of a 77 out of 100 based on five reviews.
At Alternative Press, Evan Lucy stating that "Vital [is] the most well-rounded Anberlin album to date." Matt Collar of AllMusic saying that "Ultimately, while Vital is Anberlin's most challenging album to date, as the title implies, it is perhaps the band's most rewarding album." At AbsolutePunk, Jack Appleby writing that "Calling Vital a career-defining record isn't a stretch in the least", which it "is the best record in Anberlin’s 10 year career, bar none." SowingSeason of Sputnikmusic remarking that "Even if it isn’t the best album they’ve ever made, Vital is perhaps the smartest", that contains some "otherworldly vocals." At Melodic, Johan Wippsson commenting that "the band has kept the energy that characterizes their sound and overall it’s an album that shows that the band is in the right direction."
You and I are so alike
We despise the other side
Through our bond, we become strong
Until the threat has come and gone
Self-appointed, unanointed
Captain of the cool
Single filing, wryly smiling
Casualty of school
Throw me out of the outcasts
I don't want to be like you
Out of the outcasts
Fed from a smaller spoon
Dressed so plain, and so mundane
They could never feel our pain
Beneath the noise of misfit toys
An organ grinder muse
Artist fools and dating pools
With everything to lose
Throw me out of the outcasts
I don't want to be like you
Out of the outcasts
Fed from a smaller spoon
Throw me out of the cool crowd
Kick me out of the scene
You tell me that we're nothing like them
But I don't even know what you mean
Dr. Jimmy, what do you mean?
Give me an answer, give me an answer
With them gone, we can all be swans
At long last, we can live the past through new outcasts
This remedy is killing me
It masquerades as freedom
My final view on blue milieus?
I do not need you
Throw me out of the outcasts
I don't want to be like you
Out of the outcasts
Fed from a smaller spoon
Punk is still alive, but it's elsewhere
And all the New Romantics are old
Our fun has all become like a runway
Our clan is manufactured and sold
Sew your identity onto your sleeve
And then climb onto the stage and be among the deceived
File into the gaff as the audience laughs
Because every single person has been choreographed
Take your education at the vanity school
And try to build a reputation understudying fools
Sing a suicidal solo on a sold-out night
Like a life-aborting leper under medical light
Fear all things unfamiliar
Cheer a nervous four on the floor
Boo the few who challenge the fashions
I think I've seen this movie before
I can never be directed
Cheered or booed, or hook-corrected
Productized, or crucified
By narcissistic eyes leading colorless lives
Life means so many things to me
And it definitely isn't just a series of scenes
I am undenied, and undisguised
Uneuthanized, uncompromised, like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
Are you even like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
Am I like you? Am I like you?
I don't even like you
Dr. Jimmy, what do you mean?
Give me an answer, give me an answer