Sentences with phrase «water through the concrete»

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There is an advanced heating system that circulates water heated during the day through tubes in the concrete floor (the heated water is stored in a 10,000 - gallon reservoir on the side of the building).

One of their most significant contributions was the design of a concrete shield to prevent molten fuel seeping from the reactor and through the ground into the water table.

Yes, nanotechnology is becoming ubiquitous in our daily lives and has found its way into many commercial products, for example, strong, lightweight materials for better fuel economy; targeted drug delivery for safer and more effective cancer treatments; clean, accessible drinking water around the world; superfast computers with vast amounts of storage; self - cleaning surfaces; wearable health monitors; more efficient solar panels; safer food through packaging and monitoring; regrowth of skin, bone, and nerve cells for better medical outcomes; smart windows that lighten or darken to conserve energy; and nanotechnology - enabled concrete that dries more quickly and has sensors to detect stress or corrosion at the nanoscale in roads, bridges, and buildings.

You'll have to ensure there's good air quality for your colonists, make sure there's power stored up to run through the night, mine for water and dredge up the Martian surface for concrete and more.

Piercing through the Los Angeles concrete jungle of Nicolas Winding Refn's Drive means existing within a closed - door genre universe ripe with references and cues, and Driver moves like a dorsal fin cutting through the water.

30 / 50 - amp electricity, water, septic tank, 35 - foot concrete platforms $ 30 - $ 50 / night, March 15 through October 31 (closed November 1 through March 15)

You'll walk through a tunnel and then over a concrete walkway suspended over the underground river, where the sounds of the water and bats seem to be right out of a Batman movie scene.

Gallery attendants responded, as they were instructed, by laying out aluminum pans to catch the water seeping through the concrete floor above.

Another performance art highlight could be found as guests completed their art filled walk through performance art set in the woods by John Margarita's One ton tank — a poured concrete vessel filled with water and a young man wearing a black speedo held down by weights.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

But his images do more than hint at pollution and death: The petrochemical industry reveals itself as an omnipresent and brazen specter through the photographs» rusted pipelines, mammoth tankers and tangles of steel, concrete and smokestacks belching noxious fumes and toxins into the air and water.

The building has a closed loop geoexchange system with 280 boreholes 400 feet deep; this cools or heats water which is piped through the thermal mass of the concrete floors, heating or cooling the space.

Bob has tubing running through the concrete slab of his home, he can have the heated antifreeze either just heat domestic water, or the slab for space heating, or both.

These stem from a diversity of site - specific conditions, including, but not limited to: local vegetation; presence of building structures and contributions made by such structures involving energy use, heating and air conditioning, etc; exposure to winds, the wind velocities determined by climatic factors and also whether certain wind directions are more favored than others by terrain or the presence or absence thereof to bodies of water; proximity to grass, asphalt, concrete or other material surfaces; the physical conditions of the CRS itself which include: the exact location of the temperature sensors within it, the degree of unimpeded flow of external air through the CRS, the character of the paint used; the exact height of the instrument above the external surface (noting that when the ground is covered by 3 feet of snow, the temperature instrument is about 60 % closer to, or less than 2 feet, above an excellent radiating surface, much closer than it would be under snow - free conditions).

But now, thanks to the efforts of local conservationists, the river's making a comeback as more and more folks are discovering that, even in the concrete jungle, there's still a bit of real nature to be found.After decades of weepily weaving through the middle of the second largest city in America, unkempt and ignored, the Los Angeles river is once again being celebrated and revitalized as a setting for water recreation.

The seller advised me that occasionally, during heavy rains, a «small trickle» of water came in through a hairline crack in the concrete foundation.

Water vapor from the concrete or the ground below flows through the pores and gets trapped under impermeable coating or flooring.