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  • Wood flooring is any product manufactured from timber that is designed for use as flooring, either structural or aesthetic. Bamboo flooring is often considered a wood floor, although it is made from a grass (bamboo) rather than a timber.
  • Most wood flooring is made of hardwoods, such as oak, maple, pecan, beech and birch. There is solid wood flooring and laminated, which combines wood layered in different directions for strength and to inhibit warping.
  • Most often made from hardwoods like maple, pecan, beech, birch or oak.
  • The capital of the state of Georgia in the US, in northwest central Georgia; pop. 416,474. It was burned by Union forces under Gen. William T. Sherman in 1864 during the Civil War
  • state capital and largest city of Georgia; chief commercial center of the southeastern United States; was plundered and burned by Sherman's army during the American Civil War
  • a siege in which Federal troops under Sherman cut off the railroads supplying the city and then burned it; 1864
  • Atlanta (, ) is the capital and most populous city in the State of Georgia, USA. Atlanta had an estimated population of about 540,900 people. Its metropolitan area is the ninth largest in the country, inhabited by more than 5.4 million people.
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StoneTech Professional Oil Stain Remover - 3 oz
StoneTech Professional Oil Stain Remover - 3 oz
DuPontTM StoneTech® Oil Stain Remover Ready Mix Poultice, 3 Oz. Where to Use Natural stone such as marble, granite, limestone, travertine, slate & sandstone. Grout for ceramic & porcelain tile. Masonry & concrete. Directions Read entire label before using. Use only as directed. Always test in a small inconspicuous area to determine that the desired results will be achieved. Make sure surface is clean, dry, and free of waxes and coatings. Ensure that area is well-ventilated and keep children and pets away from the area during application and until surface is clean and dry. 1. Using a plastic or wood spatula, stir thoroughly to mix the paste. 2. Apply a 1/4" thick layer of paste to the stain. Ensure that the paste extends at least 1-2" beyond the edge of the stain. 3. Do not cover. 4. Allow 48-72 hours for paste to completely dry to a powder. 5. Remove powder and discard. 6. Allow solvent to completely dry from the stone. 7. If stain is not completely gone after drying, repeat process. 8. Clean up residue and tools with mineral spirits. 9. Reseal cleaned area.

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The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window
The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window
The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window -Joy Harjo She is the woman hanging from the 13th floor window. Her hands are pressed white against the concrete molding of the tenement building. She hangs from the 13th floor window in east Chicago. with a swirl of birds over her head. They could be a halo, or a storm of glass waiting to crush her. She thinks she will be set free. The woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago is not alone. She is a woman of children, of the baby, Carlos, and of Margaret, and of Jimmy who is the oldest. She is her mother's daughter and her father's son. She is several pieces between the two husbands she has had. She is all the women of the apartment building who stand watching her, watching themselves. When she was young she ate wild rice on scraped down plates in warm wood rooms. It was in the farther north and she was a baby then. They rocked her. She sees Lake Michigan lapping at the shores of herself. It is a dizzy hole of water and the rich live in tall glass houses at the edge of it. In some places Lake Michigan speaks softly, here, it just sputters and butts itself against the asphalt. She sees other buildings just like hers. She sees other women hanging from many-floored windows counting their lives in the palms of their hands and in the palms of their children's hands. She is the woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the Indian side of town. Her belly is soft from her children's births, her worn levis swing down below her waist, and then her feet, and then her heart. She is dangling. The woman hanging from the 13th floor hears voices. They come to her in the night when the lights have gone dim. Sometimes they are little cats mewing and scratching at the door, sometimes they are her grandmother's voice, and sometimes they are gigantic men of light whispering to her to get up, to get up, to get up. That's when she wants to have another child to hold onto in the night, to be able to fall back into dreams. And the woman hanging from the 13th floor window hears other voices. Some of them scream out from below for her to jump, they would push her over. Others cry softly from the sidewalks, pull their children up like flowers and gather them into their arms. They would help her, like themselves. But she is the woman hanging from the 13th floor window, and she knows she is hanging by her own fingers, her own skin, her own thread of indecision. She thinks of Carlos, of Margaret, of Jimmy. She thinks of her father and of her mother. She thinks of all the women she has been, of all the men. She thinks of the color of her skin, and of the Chicago streets, and of waterfalls and pines. She thinks of moonlight nights, and of cool spring storms. Her mind chatters like neon and northside bars. She thinks of the 4 a.m. lonelinesses that have folded her up like death, discordant, without logical and beautiful conclusion. Her teeth break off at the edges. She would speak. The woman hangs from the thirteenth floor window crying for the lost beauty of her own life. She sees the sun falling west over the gray plane of Chicago. She think she remembers listening to her own life break loose, as she falls from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago, or as she climbs back up to claim herself again.
Nexus Gallery, between shows
Nexus Gallery, between shows
These photos are really kind of a mess, but they're all I have of the Nexus facility from my time. This is a scan of a contact sheet I made after taking the photos with my new/old Yashica Mat sometime in 1986, near the end of my internship at Nexus. Some old-time Atlantans may remember Nexus in its heyday during the 70's and 80's when it was situated on Ralph McGill Blvd in the Forest Elementary School building. I came to Nexus by way of my photography professor, John McWilliams, who was one of the founding members of the center. (McWilliams was one of a group of photographers who formed Nexus in 1973 as a co-op to provide a venue for exhibiting and selling their work and developing the local community of photographers.) The objective of my internship was to learn about gallery operations and to gain exposure to the local arts community. By the time I came along in 1985 Nexus was transitioning from a photographer's co-op to a full-fledged arts center, supporting artists of all disciplines. It was an exciting time. Nexus still lives, now on Means Street, and plays a vital role in developing and promoting local artists. Best I can tell, the Atlanta Photography Group is the successor to the original legacy of Nexus as a photographer's co-op. Some of the people I remember well from this time: Louise (the Center director, all about business and fund-raising), Lisa (the curator-I still admire your approach), Virginia (a local artist who's work I bought), Kiyo (photographer in residence on loan from Japan--traditionalist, but exceptional at it), and Larry (the facilities/maintenance guy--I never want to sit on another scaffolding with you). Kiyo in particular showed me the way -- how to hang a picture and clean the paint from the wood floor. Still practicing Ehret's diet, Kiyo?

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