noonday

The shade helps mitigate the intense noonday sun in a warming climate.

The deliberate and knowing fraud in the CDO industry outstrips that as the noonday sun does a candle.

I recall being able to easily read websites in direct noonday sun.

Emacs outshines all other editing software in the same way that the noonday sun does the stars. It is not just bigger and brighter; it simply makes everything else vanish.

I've seen that claim given as "15 minutes of full body exposure to noonday sun", which is obviously quite different from what most of us might get. Also I expect it depends on your skin tone.

> emacs outshines all other editing software in approximately the same way that the noonday sun does the stars What makes Emacs genuinely great? Not that it was built a long time ago and withstood the test of time.

There is no RGB value for the cavernous void reaching deep into a cliff, into which a dark crack gives you a glimpse, which gobbles the burning light of the noonday sun, or your brightest flashlight, and gives back nothing. RGB is just 3 pixels of different intensities, next to each other and sitting on your desk.

The error bars on that relationship with the noonday sun are large enough that neither daylight time nor standard time actually fit that definition anyway. Time zones cover an hour-wide area, and orbital mechanics of the Earth and Sun cause noon to drift a lot throughout the year.

Stephenson wrote this about text editors: > emacs outshines all other editing software in approximately the same way that the noonday sun does the stars. It is not just bigger and brighter; it simply makes everything else vanish [1] I think if you replace "emacs" with "TeX" and "editing software" with "document formatting system", the quote holds just as well.

For car battery storage to help with this, the car has to be plugged in while its owner is at work to soak up the noonday power, and then plugged in again at home to be discharged. By the time most people go to work in the morning, there isn't enough sun to charge the car yet, so they have to go to work without whatever power has been taken out of the battery at night, so the battery has to be bigger than is necessary for driving.

A strange name wakes up memories; the printed words scent the smoky atmosphere of to-day faintly, with the subtle and penetrating perfume as of land breezes breathing through the starlight of bygone nights; a signal fire gleams like a jewel on the high brow of a sombre cliff; great trees, the advanced sentries of immense forests, stand watchful and still over sleeping stretches of open water; a line of white surf thunders on an empty beach, the shallow water foams on the reefs; and green islets scattered through the calm of noonday lie upon the level of a polished sea, like a handful of emeralds on a buckler of steel. Edit: if you listen to the audiobook, you can really hear the beauty of his language.

Well, until science can provide a better answer to the meaning of life than: > "That Man is the product of causes which had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs, are but the outcome of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve an individual life beyond the grave; that all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the débris of a universe in ruins—all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain, that no philosophy which rejects them can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these truths, only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built."