Misteries in the Mist of Mind

Trash has crashed: May be a Scope for others The economic downturn has decimated the U.S. market for recycled materials like cardboard, plastic, newspaper and metals. Across the country, this junk is accumulating by the ton in the yards and warehouses of recycling contractors, which are unable to find buyers or are unwilling to sell at rock-bottom prices. Ordinarily the material would be turned into products like car parts, book covers and boxes for electronics. But with the slump in the scrap market, a trickle is starting to head for landfills instead of a second life. "It's awful," said Briana Sternberg, education and outreach coordinator for Sedona Recycles, a nonprofit group in Arizona that recently stopped taking certain types of cardboard, like old cereal, rice and pasta boxes. There is no market for these, and the organization's quarter-acre yard is already packed fence to fence. "Either it goes to landfill or it begins to cost us money," ...

Whenever I sit to write anything, the first line that comes to my mind is that I am not writing anything for a long time. I questioned myself, is this time gap the driving force which let me to write again another post? I do never have the answer and today is no exception like other days. The tired and clumsy days become sweet and calm in these late nights. Each and everyone of us enjoys breaking the rules and it gives a pleasant energy source to do the rest of the stuffs. So am I, and I feel good to sleep late and long. Writing a blog when my eyes are about to shutdown, my hands try to become steady still, but it is the mind who never got tired, and it enjoys the fight between this two.

It has been a quite a long time to write anything. These days I have actually been busy with reading those story books, which most of my friends had finished in their school days, on the other hand being very allergic to books never tried to do that. To be very frank, on course of this blog writing I found that it was one of the most essentials part of life that I missed. But the famous phrase "Better Late than Never" boost me up to rectify and enhance my skill to some extent. The white page with black letters scattered on it in a predefined and well known fashion has always been the best means of communication, and in fact I started buying books from StarMark. The depository of that Mall is truly appreciable and that too its atmosphere. Thanks to God very few of us think like me, and all the time I found the Book-Zone is quite calm and silence. Last month, I bought "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" by Arther C. Doyle. I have also become very much influence by our mos...