Hi: How much is this product and where do you get it from? It looks like it may have potential.
On 2/15/13, Sandratomkins <[email protected]> wrote: > Hallo the list, > > I just received my StandScan, which is a box very similar to the > ScanBox, but which vaunts better lighting. Physically, StandScan is just > about the same as the ScanBox, but the connection for the battery, plus the > presenced of an on/off switch, immediately, gives the feeling of something > better thought out. There is also a cable to plug in at the mains, but this > being round pinned, i will have to look out an adapter before I can comment > on the brightness of the lighting whilst on manins power. The hole for the > camera to see through is larger than that of the SB and is, therefore, a > little easier to position the phone, even without my handy markers for the > phone. It is midday here, though I did use the lights that are built into > the StandScan, wantying to ascertain how well, using the lights in all > conditions, just how well the things works. So, a little later, I will try > it out in twilight and then darkness. > > For now, I am impressed. Below is half of a page of a newspaper. I just > folded the whole newspaper in half and then in half again to make it fit > into the box. I sort of flattened it a bit, but not much, and I didn't hold > it while the shot was taken, so the section of the page was not entirely > flat. I mention this because it, obviously, affects the outcome. > Nevertheless, I am delighted with the results. I very rarely get good > results when trying to read bits of newspapers and since the appearance of > the Newspaper App, I am only doing it to demonstrate the StandScan and > Prizmo. > > If you want to know more about this little toy, please free to ask, on > or off list.But, probably, it will be better to wait until i have tried it > out in less godd lighting conditions. > > Happy for now, Sandy. > > she met Ted Hughes in 1956, the life of the pushy Amez4~ girl btornirlg with > poetic ambition but also fixed on marriage and babies was more than two > thirds over. Admittedly, the startling incantatory tirades for which she is > best known were not written until the last few months of her life, and it > seems that the events of those months were somehow necessary to their > excavation. > But The Bell]ar (1963), the novel that first appeared just before her death, > belongs to a younger self: it teUsthe story of Plath's previous breakdown > and suicide attempt during her time at Smith College, Massachusetts, two > years before she met Hughes. Of course the marriage is fascinating, but that > is partly because of who Plath was when it began, a story that too easily > disappears in the fascination of who she became when it ended. > Andrew Wilson does not disturb more s~/~ and uncect~ i~]f~ttla. > Her search for identify becomes ours as we move between the iournals, > letters and stories she submitted to magazines during school and college > Gears. Trying things out on paper ecame her way of thinking about the world; > she made no distinction between her quest for experience and her vocation as > a writer. The question of women and wild oats obsessed her. So did Nietzsche > and his ideas about "voluntary death" and, later, Dostoevsky and his dochfne > of the double. > Good grades came easily but Plath was determined to learn from life as well > as books. From the age of 14, she was boy-mad yet consistently baffling to > them. "I think I made you up inside my head" is the repeated line in the > vilianelle from which Wilson takes his title, and it becomes startlingly apt > as boyfriend after boyfriend is wheeled on, only to reveal his insufficiency > for the role in which Hath has cast him. Men were damned ff they did and > damned if they didn't - envied for their sexual nee am, despised for not > sharing it. > She seems never to have stepped out with one without fixing on another. > "Fusion and violation of actual circumstance," scribbled her mother Aurelia > Plath on the typescript of "The Disquieting Muses", a poem that portrays a > monster mother pushing her daughter into ballet and piano lessons. Wilson > defends the "emotional truth" of the poem in that instance, but he goes on > to make the same non-point in his discussion of The Bell]ar, which has > always been read as closely autobiographical. Wilson nitpieks - this one > didn't in fact take her ~ > rginily, that one didn't kill herself, e good shrink was out of her depth, > the bad lover meant well. All of which could be made of consuming interest > if fed back into a discussion of the novel but the notion that literary > biography might shine a light on the mystery of artistic creation is > ovedooked in Wilson's zeal to establish that Plath messed with the facts in > her fiction. > W iison's coup is to have tracked down Richard Sassoon, the lover who > preceded ttughes mid escaped both from Plath and, until now. from her > biographers. But Sassoon remains elusive. He refused to be interviewed, > Concerts with M( .gele An unflinching memoir by an Auschwitz .survivor > captures the terrible absurdity of the death camps, finds Keith Lowe > Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death by Otto Dov Kulka l 4,4 PP, ALLEN > LANE, ~7 £ 12.99 (PLUS £ 135 P&P) 0a44 87 ( 1515 (RRP £ 14.99, EBOOK £9,99) > ~ F or much of the past 70 years, Otto Dov Kulka has been leading something > of a double life. As a professor of history in Jerusalem he is known for > writing dispassionately about Nazism and the genocide of the Jews. But as a > survivor of the concentration camps at Theresienstadt and Auschwitz, he > 'also has a deeply personal relationship with the Holocaust. > For decades he has kept these two sides of himself scrupulously separate. > Now, for the fast time, he has turned his academic eye inward to explore as > unflinchingly as possible the ways in which his childhood encounter with > Auschwitz has affected him. Lamtscal~es oJ'the Metropolis of Death makes for > deeply disturbing but ultimately very rew~ding reading, and is unlike any > Holocaust memoir I have ever come across. > Kulka's experience of what he has come to call the "Meh'opolis ~ of Death" > was not like that of the vast majorib" of Jews who passed thrnugh its ghtes. > When he arrived at Auschwitz he did not have to undergo the infmnous > "selection" at the station, which separated those who were fit for work from > those destined immediately for the gas chambers. He did not have his head > shaved, or his clothes and belongings confiscated, and he was not separated > from his family. > In fact, he ext~;rienced none of the things that seem to make up the > "uniform language" of other survivors' memoirs. > He and his mother were part of a unique transport of Jews from > Tberesienstadt who were housed together, . in, a specially,, desigmated > Fmmly Camp , and allowed to continue some semblance of normal life. He > attended a makeshift school, where he and his friends put on plays and > concerts, some of which were aitended by camp dignitaries like ,losef > Mengele. They were all aware that this w-as highly unusual, and could not > understand why they should have been singled out'For such special treatment > (it turned out that they were being kept as a sho~piece iust in case the Red > Cross should visit). > Their good Fortune did not last long. In March 1944. exactly six months > 'after their arrival, the entire t~eOUp was rounded up and taken to gas > chmnbers. There were no selections, and no possibility of e~cape - they were > simply disposed o en masse. Their place was then taken by a new group, which > was again to be granted the same privileges and the same freedoms but only > until their six months had, in turn, come to an end. > Kulka and his mother survived the first ctdling by a twist of fate: they > both happened to be in the > > Sent from my iPhone > > -- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the "VIPhone" Google > Group. > To search the VIPhone public archive, visit > http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/. > To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. > To unsubscribe from this group, send email to > [email protected]. > For more options, visit this group at > http://groups.google.com/group/viphone?hl=en. > --- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups > "VIPhone" group. > To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an > email to [email protected]. > For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. > > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the "VIPhone" Google Group. 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