January Calendar of Famous Inventions and Birthdays

January is a historic month. Over the years, many patents, trademarks, and copyrights for inventions, products, films, and books were issued during these 31 days. Thats not to mention the plethora of famous inventors, scientists, authors, and artists who were born in January. If you were born in this first month of the Gregorian calendar, be sure to check out what historic event you may share a birthday with. Maybe an important invention was debuted on your day, or maybe you and a famous could have split a birthday cake. Patents, Trademarks, and Copyrights From the trademarking of Willy Wonka candy to the release of Michael Jacksons Thriller song, many inventions and creations were patented, trademarked, and copyrighted in January throughout history. Find out which household items and famous inventions got their official start during this month. January 1 1982 —  Vladimir Zworykin, the Russian engineer who invented the cathode ray tube, died. January 2 1975 — The U.S. Patent Office was renamed U.S. Patent and Trademark Office to incorporate its new function as a trademarking center. January 3 1967 — Harry Thomason received a patent for an apparatus for cooling and heating a house using solar energy. January 4 1972 — Willy Wonkas trademark was registered. January 5 1965 — The phrase Home of the Whopper was trademark registered by Burger King. January 6 1925 — Agronomist George Washington Carver was granted patent No. 1,522,176 for cosmetics. January 7 1913 — Patent No. 1,049,667 was granted to William Burton for the manufacture of gasoline. January 8 1783 — Connecticut became the first state to pass a copyright statute. It was entitled Act for the Encouragement of Literature and Genius and was enacted with the help of Dr. Noah Webster. January 9 1906 —  Campbells soup was trademark registered. January 10 1893 — Thomas Laine patented the electric gas lighter. January 11 1955 — Lloyd Conover patented the antibiotic tetracycline. January 12 1895 — The Printing and Binding Act of 1895 prohibited the copyrighting of any government publication. January 13 1930 —  The first-ever Mickey Mouse cartoon appeared in newspapers throughout the U.S. January 14 1890 — George Cooke received a patent for a gas burner. January 15 1861 — E.G. Otis was issued Patent No. 31,128 for improvement in hoisting apparatus (a safety elevator). January 16 1984 — Jim Hensons copyright claim on Kermit, the Muppet was renewed. January 17 1882 — Leroy Firman received a patent for the telephone switchboard. January 18 1957 — Lerner and Lowes musical My Fair Lady was registered. January 19 1915 — Doublemint  Gum was trademark registered. January 20 1857 — William Kelly patented the blast furnace for manufacturing steel.1929 — In Old Arizona, the first outdoor feature-length talking motion picture, was made. January 21 1939 — Arlen and Harburgs song Over the Rainbow was copyrighted.1954 — The first atomic submarine, the USS Nautilus, was launched. It was christened by First Lady Mamie Eisenhower. January 22 1895 — Lifebuoy soap was trademark registered.1931 — Dutch broadcast company VARA began experimental television broadcasts from Diamantbeurs, Amsterdam. January 23 1849 — A patent was granted for an envelope-making machine.1943 — The movie Casablanca was copyrighted. January 24 1871 —  Charles Goodyear Jr. received a patent for the Goodyear Welt, a machine for sewing boots and shoes.1935 — The first canned beer, Krueger Cream Ale, was sold by the Kruger Brewing Company of Richmond, VA. January 25 1870 — Gustavus Dows patented a modern form of the soda fountain.1881 - Michael Brassill obtained a patent for a candlestick. January 26 1875 — The first electric dental drill was patented by George Green.1909 — Milk-Bone brand was trademark registered. January 27 1880 — Patent No. 223,898 was granted to Thomas A. Edison  for an electric lamp for giving light by incandescence. January 28 1807 — Londons Pall Mall became the first street lit by gaslight.1873 — Patent No. 135,245 was obtained by French chemist Louis Pasteur for a process of brewing beer and ale. January 29 1895 —  Charles Steinmetz patented a system of distribution by alternating current (A/C power).1924 — Carl Taylor of Cleveland patented a machine that made ice cream cones. January 30 1883 — James Ritty and John Birch received a patent for the cash register. January 31 1851 — Gail Borden announced his invention of evaporated milk.1893 —  Coca-Cola  trademark for nutrient or tonic beverages was registered.1983 —  Michael Jacksons Thriller ​was copyrighted. Famous January Birthdays From Scottish scientists to the inventor of the computer mouse, many famous figured were born in the month of January. Find out who shares your January birthday and how their accomplishments changed the world. January 1 1854 — James G. Frazer, a Scottish scientist January 2 1822 — Rudolph J. E. Clausius, a  German physicist who researched thermodynamics1920 — Isaac Asimov, a scientist who also wrote I, Robot and the Foundation Trilogy January 3 1928 — Frank Ross Anderson, the International Chess Master of 1954 January 4 1643 —  Isaac Newton, a noted physicist, mathematician, and astronomer who invented a telescope and developed many important theories1797 — Wilhelm Beer, a  German astronomer who made the first moon map1809 —  Louis Braille, who  invented a reading system for the blind1813 — Isaac Pitman, a British scientist who invented the stenographic shorthand1872 — Edmund Rumpler, an Austrian auto and airplane builder1940 — Brian Josephson, a  British physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 1973 January 5 1855 —  King Camp Gillette, who  invented the safety razor1859 — DeWitt B. Brace, who invented the spectrophotometer1874 — Joseph Erlanger, who invented shock therapy and won the Nobel Prize in 19441900 — Dennis Gabor, a physicist who invented  holography January 6 1745 —  Jacques and James Montgolfier,  twins who pioneered hot air ballooning January 7 1539 — Sebastian de Covarrubias Horozco, a famed  Spanish lexicographer January 8 1891 — Walter Bothe, a German subatomic particle physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 19541923 — Joseph Weizenbaum, an artificial  intelligence pioneer1942 — Stephen Hawking, an English physicist first who revealed black holes and baby universes January 9 1870 — Joseph B. Strauss, the civil engineer who built the  Golden Gate Bridge1890 — Karel Capek, a  Czech  writer who wrote the play R.U.R. and introduced the word robot January 10 1864 —  George Washington Carver, a famed African American agricultural chemist who is credited with inventing peanut butter1877 — Frederick Gardner Cottrell, who invented the electrostatic precipitator1938 — Donald Knuth, an  American computer scientist who wrote The Art of Computer Programming January 11 1895 — Laurens Hammond, an American who invented the Hammond organ1906 — Albert Hofmann, a  Swiss scientist who was the first to synthesize LSD January 12 1899 — Paul H. Muller, a Swiss chemist who invented DDT and won  the Nobel Prize  in 19481903 — Igor V. Kurtshatov, a Russian nuclear physicist who built the first Russian nuclear bomb1907 — Sergei Korolev, the lead spaceship designer for Russia during the Space Race1935 — Amazing Kreskin, a noted mentalist and magician1950 — Marilyn R. Smith, a noted microbiologist January 13 1864 —  Wilhelm K. W. Wien, a  German  physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 19111927 — Sydney Brenner, a South African biologist and winner of the 2002 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for his contributions to our understanding of genetic code January 14 1907 — Derek  Richter, a British chemist who wrote Aspects of Learning and Memory January 15 1908 —  Edward Teller, who  co-invented the H-bomb and worked on the Manhattan Project1963 — Bruce Schneier, an American  cryptographer who wrote many books on computer security and cryptography January 16 1853 — Andre Michelin, the French industrialist who invented Michelin tires1870 — Wilhelm Normann, a  German chemist who researched the hardening of oils1932 — Dian Fossey, a noted zoologist who wrote Gorillas in the Mist January 17 1857 — Eugene Augustin Lauste, who invented the first sound-on-film recording1928 — Vidal Sassoon, an  English hairstylist who founded Vidal Sasson1949 — Anita Borg, an  American computer scientist who  founded the Institute for Women and Technology and the Grace Hopper Celebration of Women in Computing January 18 1813 —  Joseph Glidden, who  invented useable barbed wire1854 — Thomas Watson, who assisted in the invention of the  telephone1856 — Daniel Hale Williams, the surgeon who performed the first open-heart operation1933 — Ray Dolby, who invented the Dolby noise-limiting system January 19 1736 — James Watt, a Scottish engineer who invented  a steam engine1813 —  Henry Bessemer, who  invented the Bessemer engine January 20 1916 — Walter Bartley, a famed biochemist January 21 1743 —  John Fitch, who  invented a steamboat1815 — Horace Wells, a dentist who pioneered the use of medical anesthesia1908 — Bengt Stromgren, a  Swedish astrophysicist who studied gas clouds1912 — Konrad Bloch, a German biochemist who researched cholesterol and won the Nobel Prize in 19641921 — Barney Clark, the first person to receive a permanent artificial heart January 22 1909 — Lev D. Landau, a Russian physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 19621925 — Leslie Silver, a noted English paint manufacturer January 23 1929 — John Polanyi, a Canadian chemist who won the Nobel Prize in 1986 January 24 1880 — Elisabeth Achelis, who invented the World Calendar1888 — Ernst Heinrich Heinkel, a  German inventor who built the first  rocket-powered  aircraft1928 — Desmond Morris, an  English zoologist who researched  body language1947 — Michio Kaku, an American scientist who wrote Physics of the Impossible, Physics of the Future, and The Future of the Mind, as well as hosted a number of science-based television programs January 25 1627 — Robert Boyle, an Irish physicist who wrote Boyles Law of Ideal Gases1900 — Theodosius Dobzhansky, a noted  geneticist  and the author of Mankind Evolving January 26 1907 — Hans Selye, an  Austrian endocrinologist who demonstrated the existence of biological stress1911 — Polykarp Kusch, an American nuclear physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 1955 January 27 1834 — Dmitri Mendeleev, the chemist who invented the periodic table of elements1903 — John Eccles, a British physiologist and neurologist who won the 1963 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for his work on the synapse January 28 1706 — John Baskerville, the English printer who invented typeface1855 —  William Seward Burroughs, who  invented  the adding machine1884 — Lucien H dAzambuja, a  French astronomer who discovered the chromosome of the sun1903 — Dame Kathleen Lonsdale, a noted crystallographer and the first woman member of the Royal Society1922 — Robert W. Holley, an  American biochemist who researched RNA and won the Nobel Prize in 1968 January 29 1810 — Ernst E. Kummer, a  German mathematician who  trained German army officers in ballistics1850 — Lawrence Hargrave, who invented the box kite1901 — Allen B. DuMont, who invented an improved  cathode ray tube1926 — Abdus Salam, a noted theoretical physicist January 30 1899 — Max Theiler, an  English microbiologist who won the Nobel Prize in 19511911 — Alexander George Ogston, a  biochemist  who  specialized in the thermodynamics of biological systems1925 —  Douglas Engelbart, who  invented the computer mouse1949 — Peter Agre, a noted American scientist and the director of the John Hopkins  Malaria Research Institute January 31 1868 — Theodore William Richards, a chemist who researched atomic weights and won the Nobel Prize in 19141929 — Rudolf Mossbauer, a German physicist who won the Nobel Prize in 1961

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string(25) " endure a little longer\." ‘Nurse Nora,’ Julie says with a smile. ‘Sounds like a kids’ TV show.’ ‘Why a nurse?’ I ask. We will write a custom essay sample on Warm Bodies Chapter 10 or any similar topic only for you Order Now ‘Why not go for doctor?’ Nora scoffs. ‘Oh, yeah, seven years of college? I doubt civilisation’s even gonna last that long.’ ‘Yes it will,’ Julie says. ‘Don’t talk like that. But there’s nothing wrong with being a nurse. Nurses are sexy!’ Nora smiles and pulls idly at her thick black curls. She looks at me. ‘Why a doctor, Pear? Is that your target?’ I shake my head emphatically. ‘I’ve already seen enough blood and viscera for one lifetime, thanks.’ ‘Then what?’ ‘I like writing,’ I say like a confession. ‘So . . . I guess I want to be a writer.’ Julie smiles. Nora tilts her head. ‘Really? Do people still do that?’ ‘What? Write?’ ‘I mean, is there still like . . . a book industry?’ I shrug. ‘Well . . . no. Not really. Good point, Nora.’ ‘Sorry, I was just . . .’ ‘No, I know, but you’re right, it’s dumb even for a fantasy. Colonel Rosso says only about thirty per cent of the world’s cities are still functioning, so unless the zombies are learning how to read . . . not a great time to get into the literary arts. I’ll probably just end up in Security.’ ‘Shut the fuck up, Perry,’ Julie says, punching me in the shoulder. ‘People still read.’ ‘Do they?’ Nora asks. ‘Well, I do. Who cares if there’s an industry behind it? If everyone’s too busy building things and shooting things to bother feeding their souls, screw them. Just write it on a notepad and give it to me. I’ll read it.’ ‘A whole book for just one person,’ Nora says, looking at me. ‘Could that ever be worth it?’ Julie answers for me. ‘At least his thoughts would get out of his head, right? At least someone would get to see them. I think it’d be beautiful. It’d be like owning a little piece of his brain.’ She looks at me intently. ‘Give me a piece of your brain, Perry. I want to taste it.’ ‘Oh my,’ Nora laughs. ‘Should I leave you two alone?’ I put my arm around Julie and smile the world-weary smile I’ve recently perfected. ‘Oh my little girl,’ I say and squeeze her. She frowns. ‘What about you, Jules?’ Nora says. ‘What’s your pipe dream?’ ‘I want to be a teacher.’ She takes a deep breath. ‘And a painter, and a singer, and a poet. And a pilot. Nora smiles. I secretly roll my eyes. Nora passes the joint to Julie, who takes a small puff and offers it to me. I shake my head, knowing better. We all gaze out at the glittering water, three kids on the same log watching the same sunset, thinking very different thoughts while white gulls fill the air with mournful calls. You’re going to do those things, R murmurs down to Julie, and he and I swap places again. Julie looks up at me, the corpse in the clouds, floating over the ocean like a restless spirit. She gives me a radiant smile, and I know it’s not really her, I know nothing I say here will ever escape the confines of my own skull, but I say it anyway. You’re going to be tall and strong and brilliant, and you’re going to live for ever. You’re going to change the world. ‘Thanks, R,’ she says. ‘You’re so sweet. Do you think you’ll be able to let me go when the time comes? Do you think you’ll be able to say goodbye?’ I swallow hard. Will I really have to? Julie shrugs, smiling innocently, and whispers, ‘Shrug.’ In the morning the storm has passed. I am lying on my back in a bed next to Julie. A sharp beam of sunlight cuts through the dust in the air and makes a hot white pool on her huddled form. She is still wrapped tightly in the blankets. I get up and step out onto the front porch. The spring sun bleaches the neighbourhood white, and the only sound is rusty backyard swing sets creaking in the breeze. The dream’s cold question echoes in my head. I don’t want to face it, but I realise that very soon this will be over. I will return her to her daddy’s porch by dark, and that will be it. The gate will boom shut, and I’ll skulk away home. Will I be able to let her go? I’ve never asked a harder question. A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I’m growing tired of easy things. When I go back inside, Julie is sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks groggy, still half asleep. Her hair is a natural disaster, post-hurricane palm trees. ‘Good morning,’ I say. She groans. I try valiantly not to stare at her as she arches her back and stretches, adjusting her bra strap and letting out a little whimper. I can see every muscle and vertebra, and since she’s already half naked I imagine her without skin. I know from grim experience that there is a beauty to her inner layers, too. Marvels of symmetry and craftsmanship sealed away inside her like the jewelled movements of a timepiece, fine works of art never meant to be seen. ‘What are we doing for breakfast?’ she mutters. ‘I’m starving.’ I hesitate. ‘Can probably . . . get to . . . Stadium . . . in hour. Going to . . . need gas . . . though. For Mercey.’ She rubs her eyes. She begins to pull her still-damp clothes back on. Once again I try not to stare. Her body wiggles and bounces in ways Dead flesh doesn’t. Her eyes suddenly flash alert. ‘Shit. You know what? I need to call my dad.’ She picks up the corded phone, and I’m surprised to hear a dial tone. I guess her people would have made it a priority to keep the phone lines running. Anything digital or satellite-based probably died long ago, but the physical connections, cables running underground, those might endure a little longer. You read "Warm Bodies Chapter 10" in category "Essay examples" Julie dials. She waits, tensed. Then relief floods her face. ‘Dad! It’s Julie.’ There is a loud burst of exclamations from the other end. Julie pulls the phone away from her ear and gives me a look that says, Here we go. ‘Yeah, Dad, I’m okay, I’m okay. Alive and intact. Nora told you what happened, right?’ More noise from the other end. ‘Yeah, I knew you’d be looking, but you were way off. It was that small hive at Oran Airport. They put me in this room with all these dead people, like a food locker or something, but after a few days . . . I guess they just forgot about me. I walked right out, hot-wired a car and drove off. I’m on my way back now, I just stopped to call you.’ A pause. She glances at me. ‘No, um, don’t send anyone, okay? I’m in the suburbs down south, I’m almost – ‘ She waits. ‘I don’t know, somewhere close to the freeway, but Dad – ‘ She freezes, and her face changes. ‘What?’ She takes a deep breath. ‘Dad, wh y are you talking about Mom right now? No, why are you talking about her, this is nothing like that. I’m on my way back I just – Dad! Wait, will you listen to me? Don’t send anyone, I’m coming home, okay? I have a car, I’m on my way, just – Dad!’ There is silence from the earpiece. ‘Dad?’ Silence. She bites her lip and looks at the floor. She hangs up. I raise my eyebrows, full of questions that I’m afraid to ask. She massages her forehead and lets out a slow breath. ‘Can you go find the gas by yourself, R? I need . . . to think for a minute.’ She doesn’t look at me as she speaks. Tentatively, I reach out and put a hand on her shoulder. She flinches, then softens, then suddenly turns and embraces me hard, burying her face in my shirt. ‘I just need a minute,’ she says, pulling away and recovering herself. So I leave her there. I find an empty gas can in the garage and begin working my way around the block, looking for a vehicle with a full tank to drain. As I kneel beside a recently crashed Chevy Tahoe with the siphon tube gurgling in my hand, I hear the sound of an engine starting in the distance. I ignore it. I focus on the taste of gasoline, harsh and astringent in my mouth. When the can is full I walk back to the cul-de-sac, closing my eyes and letting the sun flood through my eyelids. Then I open them, and just stand there for a while, holding the red plastic can like a belated birthday gift. The Mercedes is gone. Inside the house, on the dining-room table, I find a note. Something is written on it, letters I can’t assemble into words, but next to it are two Polaroids. Both pictures are of Julie, taken by Julie, with the camera extended at arm’s length and pointed at herself. In one of them, she is waving. The gesture looks limp, half-hearted. In the other one, she is holding that hand against her chest. Her face is stoic, but her eyes are damp. Goodbye, R, the picture whispers to me. It’s that time now. It’s time to say it. Can you say it? I hold the picture in front of me, staring at it. I rub my fingers on it, smearing its fresh emulsion into rainbow blurs. I consider taking it with me, but no. I’m not ready to make Julie a souvenir. Say it, R. Just say it. I set the picture back on the table, and leave the house. I don’t say it. I begin walking back to the airport. I’m not sure what’s waiting for me. Full-death? Quite possibly. After the commotion I caused, the Boneys might simply dispose of me like infectious waste. But I’m alone again. My world is small, my options are few. I don’t know where else to go. The journey of forty minutes by car will be a day-long trip on foot. As I walk, the wind seems to reverse direction, and yesterday’s thunderheads creep back onto the horizon for an encore. They spiral over me, slowly shrinking the circle of blue sky like an immense camera aperture. I walk fast and stiff, almost marching. I walk off the freeway at the next exit and climb into a triangle of landscaping between the road and the off ramp. I crash through the brush and duck into the little cluster of trees, a mini-forest of ten or twelve cedars arranged in a pleasing pattern for overstressed commuter ghosts. I curl into a ball at the base of one of these trees, achieving some degree of shelter under its scrawny branches, and close my eyes. As lightning flickers on the horizon like flashbulbs and thunder rumbles in my bones, I drift into darkness. I am with Julie on the 747. I realise it’s a dream. A real dream, not just another rerun of Perry Kelvin’s syndicated life. This is coming purely from me. The clarity has improved since the blurry sludge of my brain’s first attempt back in the airport, but there’s still an awkward, shaky quality to everything, like amateur video to Perry’s slick feature films. Julie and I sit cross-legged, facing each other, floating above the clouds on the plane’s bright white wing. The wind ruffles our hair, but no more than a leisurely ride in a convertible. ‘So you dream now?’ Julie says. I smile nervously. ‘I guess I do.’ Julie doesn’t smile. Her eyes are cold. ‘Guess you had nothing to dream about till you got some girl problems. You’re like a grade-school kid trying to keep a diary.’ Now we’re on the ground, sitting on a sunny green suburban lawn. A morbidly obese couple barbecues human limbs in the background. I try to keep Julie in focus. ‘I’m changing,’ I tell her. ‘I don’t care,’ she replies. ‘I’m home now. I’m back in the real world, where you don’t exist. Summer camp is over.’ A winged Mercedes rumbles past in the distant sky and vanishes in a muffled sonic boom. ‘I’m gone,’ she says, staring me hard in the eyes. ‘It was fun, but it’s over now. This is how things go.’ I shake my head, avoiding her gaze. ‘I’m not ready.’ ‘What did you think was going to happen?’ ‘I don’t know. I was just hoping for something. A miracle.’ ‘Miracles don’t exist. There is cause and effect, dreams and reality, Living and Dead. Your hope is absurd. Your romanticism, embarrassing.’ I look at her uneasily. ‘It’s time for you to grow up. Julie has gone back to her position, and you will go back to your position, and that is the way it is. Always has been. Always will be.’ She grins, and her teeth are jagged yellow fangs. She kisses me, gnawing through my lips, biting out my teeth, gnashing up towards my brain and screaming like a dying child. I gag on my hot red blood. My eyes flash open and I stand up, pushing dripping branches out of my face. It’s still night. The rain is still pummelling the earth. I step out of the trees and climb up onto the overpass. I lean against the railing, looking out at the empty freeway and the dark horizon beyond it. One thought pounds in my head like a migraine of rage: You’re wrong. You fucking monsters are wrong. About everything. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse a silhouette on the other side of the overpass. The dark form moves towards me with steady, lumbering steps. I hunch my muscles together, preparing for a fight. After wandering alone for too long, the unincorporated Dead will sometimes lose the ability to distinguish their own kind from the Living. And some are so far gone, so deep into this way of life, they just don’t care either way. They will eat anyone, anything, anywhere, because they can’t fathom any other way to interact. I imagine one of these creatures surprising Julie as she stops the Mercedes to get her bearings, wrapping filthy hands around her face and biting down on her slender neck, and as that image ferments in my head, I prepare to tear this thing in front of me to unrecognisable shreds. The primordial rage that fills me every time I think of someone harming her is frightening. The violence of killing and eating people feels like friendly teasing compared to this consuming bloodlust. The towering shadow staggers closer. A flash of lightning illuminates its face, and I drop my arms to my sides. ‘M?’ I almost fail to recognise him at first. His face has been torn and clawed, and there are countless small chunks bitten out of his body. ‘Hey,’ he grunts. The rain streaks down his face and pools in his wounds. ‘Let’s . . . get out of . . . rain.’ He walks past my leaky trees and climbs down the slope to the freeway below. I follow him to the dry space under the overpass. We huddle there in the dirt, surrounded by old beer cans and syringes. ‘What . . . doing . . . he . . . out . . . out here?’ I ask him, fighting for the words. I’ve been silent less than a day and I’m already rusty. ‘Take . . . guess,’ M says, pointing at his wounds. ‘Boneys. Drove me out.’ ‘Sorry.’ M grunts. ‘Fuck . . . it.’ He kicks a sun-faded beer can. ‘But guess . . . what?’ Something like a smile illuminates his mangled face. ‘Some . . . came with me.’ He points down the freeway, and I see about nine other figures moving slowly towards us. I look at M, confused. ‘Came . . . with? Why?’ He shrugs. ‘Things . . . crazy . . . back home. Routines . . . shook.’ He jabs a finger at me. ‘You.’ ‘Me?’ ‘You and . . . her. Something . . . in air. Movement.’ The nine zombies stop under the overpass and stand there, looking at us blankly. ‘Hi,’ I say. They sway and groan a little. One of them nods. ‘Where’s . . . girl?’ M asks me. ‘Her name is Julie.’ This comes off my tongue fluidly, like a swish of warm camomile. ‘Ju . . . lie,’ M repeats with some effort. ‘Okay. Where’s . . . she?’ ‘Left. Went home.’ M studies my face. He drops a hand onto my shoulder. ‘You . . . okay?’ I close my eyes and take a slow breath. ‘No.’ I look out at the freeway, towards the city, and something blooms in my head. First a feeling, then a thought, then a choice. ‘I’m going after her.’ Six syllables. I have broken my record again. ‘To . . . Stadium?’ I nod. ‘Why?’ ‘To . . . save her.’ ‘From . . . what?’ ‘Ev . . . rything.’ M just looks at me for a long time. Among the Dead, a piercing look can last several minutes. I wonder if he can possibly have any idea what I’m talking about, when I’m not even sure I do. Just a gut feeling. The soft pink zygote of a plan. He gazes up at the sky, and a faraway look comes into his eyes. ‘Had . . . dream . . . last night. Real dream. Memories.’ I stare at him. ‘Remembered . . . when young. Summer. Cocoa . . . Puffs. A girl.’ His eyes refocus on me. ‘What . . . is it like?’ ‘What?’ ‘You’ve . . . felt. Do you know . . . what it is?’ ‘What are . . . talking about?’ ‘My dream,’ he says, his face full of wonder like a child’s at a telescope. ‘Those things . . . love?’ A tingle runs up my spine. What is happening? To what distant reaches of space is our planet hurtling? M is dreaming, reclaiming memories, asking astonishing questions. I am breaking my syllable records every day. Nine unknown Dead are with us under this overpass, miles from the airport and the hissing commands of the skeletons, standing here awaiting . . . something. A fresh canvas is unfurling in front of us. What do we paint on it? What’s the first hue to splash on this blank field of grey? ‘I’ll . . . go with,’ M says. ‘Help you . . . get in. Save her.’ He turns to the waiting Dead. ‘Help us?’ he asks, not raising his voice above its easy rumble. ‘Help save . . . girl? Save . . .’ He closes his eyes and concentrates. ‘Ju . . . lie?’ The Dead quicken at the sound of the name, fingers twitching and eyes darting. M looks pleased. ‘Help find . . . something lost?’ he asks in a voice more solid than I’ve ever heard from his tattered throat. ‘Help . . . exhume?’ The zombies look at M. They look at me. They look at each other. One of them shrugs. Another nods. ‘Help,’ one of them groans, and they all wheeze in agreement. I find a grin spreading across my face. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m doing it, or what will happen when it’s done, but at the very bottom of this rising siege-ladder, I at least know I’m going to see Julie again. I know I’m not going to say goodbye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we’ll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No. We start lumbering north on the southbound freeway, and the thunder drifts away towards the mountains as if it’s scared of us. Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere. How to cite Warm Bodies Chapter 10, Essay examples

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Question: Discuss about theEconomic Effects Of Terrorism On The Hotel Industry. Answer: Introduction Undeniably, there has been recent terrorist attacks globally.Recently, we had the Paris attack and the Brussels attack in 2015 and 2016 respectively.These attacks have prompted the importance of government intervention to counter terrorism due to its obligation to protect its citizens and its property, capacity to research and put in place the necessary counter-terrorist measures.The failure to counter terrorism in the hotel industry has resulted in reduced occupancy levels, reduces revenue for the government through taxation, reduced number of tourists, employment challenges and reduced consumer and investor confidence due to anxiety and fear instilled by terrorism.However, the involvement of government in counter-terrorism has also invaded confidentiality and privacy of individual citizens which isnt agreeable for all stakeholders. Economic Consequences of Terrorism on the Economy All in all, I think there s need for government intervention in counter-terrorism because the government upholds public, national and federal interests of a nation which benefits all citizens and foreigners and not just hotel industry owners and their employees.Following the recent terrorist attacks on the various hotel industries around the world, there s need for the respective government to incorporate national and federal measures to prevent terrorist attacks on the hotel industry globally. Noteworthy, hotel revenue fell significantly following the Brussels and Paris Terrorist attacks in 2016 and 2015 respectively. Specifically, the occupancy rates reduced from 82% from the night before the bombings to 25% thus resulting in drastic hotel revenue (Chow 2016).In addition, terrorist attack erodes consumer confidence and choice due to the uncertainty. Indirectly, terrorisms erode consumer and investor confidence in the sense that investors are likely to shun away from setting up hote ls both at local and foreign countries in areas previously attacked by terrorists or potential targets for terrorist attacks whereas consumers would rather postpone or cancel their occupancy at hotels previously attacked or likely to be targets of terrorist attacks(Picardo 2016). Due to market uncertainty resulting from terrorist attacks economic activities slow down for a short period of time.Specifically, following the Paris Terrorist attack 2015, there was a huge reduction in hotel industry performance due to cancellations and early checkouts thereby reducing the occupancy levels 21.1 percent and 28.5 percent on Saturday and Sunday respectively following the attack.Also, in the long term, terrorism reduces productivity due to the additional investments into security measures, insurance, and counterterrorism measures and infrastructure by hotel industry players.However, terrorist attacks have temporary economic damages on the hotel industry. Typically, terrorist attacks negate investment and employment opportunities in the affected areas as opposed to a larger wider scale. To which effects, the government can offset through increased expenditure without negatively affecting aggregate hotel insurance industry growth levels. However, following the recent frequent occurrence of terrorist attacks on the hotel industry, there s remarkable insurance covers for hotel owners.Through insurance of terrorist attacks on hotels, employment opportunities are created in the insurance sector.However, the hotel owners are likely to encounter high premiums rates due to the high-cost nature of the insured risk which might lead to some hoteliers laying off part of their staff to comfortably pay premiums. In addition, not all insurance providers indemnify hoteliers in the event of terrorist attacks thus making it even riskier for investors both foreign and domestic to venture into the hotel industry(Ross 2016).Also, terrorist activities in the hotel industry can result in loss of human lives who contribute to the labor force in the economy. massive loss of lives due to terrorist attacks creates employment gaps due to lack of persons to fit in. Also, hotel infrastructure may be destroyed during terrorist attacks thus additional reconstruction costs to the hotel owners and unemployment of hotel industry workers during reconstruction(Sandler and Elders 2005).Usually, terrorist attacks affect occupancy as opposed to industry growth rate as illustrated by the London Attacks 2002 which saw a 3.2 percent average growth rate in the hotel industry three months after the attack (Guest Contributor 2016).Moreover, terrorism slightly impacts on average daily rates for hotels which goes to imply that average daily rate(ADR) is not greatly distorted by a terrorist attack. Rationale for Government intervention Due to terrorist attacks, there s increased government expenditure in trying to offer some sort of insurance in terms of finances to help the affected hoteliers recover from their losses.For instance, in the United States of America, following the September 2001 terrorist attacks, the United States government offered 5$bn in grants and $40bn emergency spending package.Also insurance-related policies are few and come with higher premiums which expose hoteliers to the negative effects of terrorist attacks on their investment thus deterring more hotel industry investments(O.E.C.D n.d).it is imperative for governments to combat terrorist attacks in their economies this is because,the hotel industry is directly connected to the travel and tourism industry which contributes to the gross domestic product of most countries hence as a revenue source, it's in the interest of the government t to invest in security and deter terrorist attacks on the hotel industry. Also, the involvement of government in combating terrorism help restores consumer and investor confidence after the terrorist attacks. This is because following the attacks, potential and existing investors might reconsider venturing into the hotel industry due to the fear of repeat attacks and the massive losses incurred. in the event that there s government support following the attacks, investments in the sector might expand and recover and the assurance of security measures by the government, will attract local and foreign tourists to the country thus boosting its revenue hence it is in the interest of government to eradicate fear and anxiety caused by terrorism and boost friendly business operating environment(Nicolas 2017).There's need for restoration of consumer safety which is authoritative when done by the government. Predominantly, terrorist attacks are a retaliatory response to government action to which some persons are dissatisfied thus making it crucial for government involvement through negotiation and policies to prevent or minimize the occurrence of terrorist attacks(Koebler 2012).Predominantly, the security infrastructure needed to protect the hotel industry from terrorist attacks is massive and cannot be shouldered by individual hoteliers alone.due to the expansive nature of the security budget to counter and prevent terrorism,only the government can shoulder the capital Thu the need for government investment in antiterrorism measures for its various economic industry players.Specifically, the Australian government has invested $1.2 bn in its counter-terrorism measures as a way of providing a business-friendly environment(Pash 2015). Typically, it is the duty of all, if not the most government to protect the lives and property of its citizens thus the rationale for countering terrorism on their behalf.In the event that citizens lose their lives and property due to terrorist attacks both internal and external, that government is believed to have failed moral obligation to its citizens(Wellman 2013).Most governments have incorporated the bill of human rights which advocates for the protection of lives and property of citizens.Further research the evolving nature of terrorism there need for extensive research in counter-terrorism measures and the government has the necessary infrastructure to facilitate this as compared to hotel industry owners.For small hotel owners, they lack the capacity to venture into research and development in counter-terrorism thus making it imperative for governments to intervene in countering terrorism in the hotel industry(Wells 2017). However, the invasion of user privacy through monitored communication of citizens as anti-terrorism countermeasures has raised the right to privacy of citizens as to their communication privacy and confidentiality.There are pro arguments for government invasion of citizen privacy on the ground that its in the wider public interest to keep everyone safe whereas advocators against argue it violates the right to privacy and confidentiality of information(Debate.Org n.d) Conclusion By and large, the effects of terrorism on the hotel industry are negative in nature.in the short term, the terrorist impacts on the economy are immediate and severe but in the long term, the effects are part of the past. 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