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Talking about mold optimization from perspective of injection molding process 6

For previous article reading, please refer to “Talking about mold optimization from perspective of injection molding process 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1. Definition of injection mold molding shrinkage rate Ratio of size change of injection molded product caused by its shrinkage after molding and cooling to size of mold cavity is called molding shrinkage rate (referred to as shrinkage rate). Molding…

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Leading the Market: Silicone Rubber Mold Suppliers

In today's rapidly evolving industrial landscape, silicone products are essential for various sectors, including healthcare, automotive, electronics, and more. One company that stands out in this industry is Rubber Silicone Molds (RSM), a leading silicone rubber mold supplier. As industries continue to demand high-quality, precision-engineered components, RSM has positioned itself as a top-tier supplier of custom silicone molds that cater to the unique needs of its clientele. Their products are known for their durability, flexibility, and ability to withstand extreme conditions, making them indispensable across many sectors.

RSM’s strength lies in their comprehensive understanding of silicone rubber’s versatility. From sealing gaskets to medical-grade products, their silicone molds can be customized to meet specific requirements. Their high level of precision ensures that each mold delivers top-tier performance, reflecting the company’s commitment to quality and innovation. By consistently delivering on its promises, RSM has earned a reputation as one of the most reliable silicone rubber mold suppliers in the market.

Innovative Silicone Rubber Products Manufacturer

One of the core reasons behind RSM's success is its ability to deliver a wide range of products that meet industry-specific demands. As a silicone rubber products manufacturer, they have honed the skill of transforming raw silicone material into functional, durable, and high-performance products. Their offerings include silicone seals, gaskets, tubing, and custom components used in various industrial applications.

Silicone rubber is known for its flexibility, temperature resistance, and insulating properties, making it a superior choice for many manufacturing processes. RSM capitalizes on these characteristics, ensuring that their clients receive products that meet the highest industry standards. Their experience in working with diverse industries further strengthens their ability to manufacture silicone products that are not only practical but also highly reliable. Their cutting-edge processes enable them to deliver complex silicone components with unparalleled precision, setting them apart as a leading silicone rubber products manufacturer.

Precision and Customization: A Silicone Products Manufacturer That Delivers

Customization is key when it comes to manufacturing silicone products. Industries today require components that not only meet but exceed their exacting standards. RSM has proven its capability as a flexible silicone products manufacturer, producing items that adhere to the stringent demands of sectors like automotive, aerospace, and healthcare.

Whether it's high-temperature gaskets for automotive engines or biocompatible silicone components for medical devices, RSM ensures that each product is designed and tested for optimal performance. They have perfected the art of producing silicone components that are not only durable but also capable of meeting specific performance criteria. Their comprehensive manufacturing processes, from mold design to production, ensure that they can deliver customized solutions tailored to their clients' needs, further enhancing their position as a reliable silicone products manufacturer.

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Why In-mould labels are Highly in Use: A Detail Study

In-mould labels are nothing but printed polypropylene labels and it takes the shape of a container post that is directly injected in the mould. The overall process results in making the mould & labels get united together. There are three key process of moulding in mould labels and the most popular process is discussed below. Read it on & learn more.

Inject Moulding- As the name suggests, it is a proven process where heated molten plastic is injected directly into the mould. This after cooling down takes the perfect shape of the mould or the container. The plastic polymers are fused in an automatic manner with the mould. It is shaped in such a manner that it becomes part of the product container.

Let us have a look at some of the advantages that are being provided by in mould labels.

1. Time saving & cost effective-

IML techniques generally decrease one step as the printed label is directly moulded with the container.

This generally saves a lot of time as a manufacturer.

To add more to it this process wastes less amount of raw materials.

Thereby one can save overall cost using excessive material.

The overall cost for labour & transportation cost is totally saved due to functional decrease of a single step.

As the label is attached to particular container during the moulding process itself it allows to save a whole lot of time.

2. The process is environmentally friendly-

The overall packaging and the labels are composed of the same material. This means they have the same characteristics and thereby it is quite easy to recycle. The In mould labelling companies make use of the process also makes use of few amounts of resources and raw materials and thereby it is ideal to promote a healthy ambience.

3. Hygienic & Very Robust-

 In-mould labelling can stand the test of time as well as weather. It is quite durable and can withstand extremely harsh weather situation. It can be extreme heat or moisture laden ambience, the overall print and the label remains as it is. What it means is you can use them for refrigeration purpose. It is scratch resistant and non-breakable and will remain wrinkle free all throughout.

4. Mechanism is very much user friendly-

These IML films made by the In Mould Label manufacturers have very good antistatic properties; it allows decreasing static charge between the film and the machine. What it does is, it increases the overall versatility of the machine and making it more competent & compatible.

It is to be noted that in mould labelling is a miraculous technology that is tailored to enable perfect design, flexibility and advantages of productivity. It is ideal to drive in advantages over traditional processes. The usage of numerous colours along with effects and texture is a solitary operation. All these make it perfectly versatile labelling option.

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What is the Pultrusion Molding Process of Epoxy Resin Composites?

The pultrusion profile process is a method of forming FRP profiles by pulling continuous glass fibre bundles impregnated with epoxy resin glue and other continuous reinforcing materials such as glass cloth tape and polyester surface mats under traction, forming FRP profiles by extruding the mold and curing them with heat in the mold and curing furnace.

The epoxy resin pultrusion process is an efficient manufacturing process that is widely used in electric power, chemical industry, metallurgy and other fields to produce products with high strength, corrosion resistance and wear resistance. This process uses epoxy resin as the basic material and is manufactured through multiple processes such as preheating, pressure heating, and extrusion molding.

The requirements for epoxy resin glue in the pultrusion molding process are: low viscosity, easy to penetrate into reinforced materials, long gel time (usually requires a service life of more than 8 hours), and fast curing to meet the requirements of continuous molding, good adhesion, the curing shrinkage is small, the flexibility is good, and the products are not prone to cracks.

Advantages of epoxy resin pultrusion process

High flexibility: The epoxy resin pultrusion process can manufacture products of various shapes, such as pipes, plates, etc., and can be customized as needed to meet the needs of different fields.

High strength: Epoxy resin has high strength. During the production process, the pultrusion process uses high-pressure heating to make the resin more uniform, thus greatly improving the strength of the product.

Good corrosion resistance: Epoxy resin has excellent corrosion resistance and can withstand the erosion of corrosive media such as acids, alkalis, and salts, thereby extending the service life of the product.

Strong wear resistance: Epoxy resin has good wear properties and can be used in high-strength, high-friction environments, greatly extending the service life of the product.

Comparison between epoxy resin pultrusion process and traditional processing methods

Compared with traditional processing methods, the epoxy resin pultrusion process has the following advantages:

High production efficiency: Using the pultrusion process can greatly improve production efficiency, shorten the production cycle, and reduce production costs.

Energy saving and environmental protection: The pultrusion process does not require the use of a large amount of auxiliary agents, which can save energy. At the same time, the epoxy resin can be recycled, reducing environmental pollution.

High technical content: The epoxy resin pultrusion process requires multiple manufacturing processes, which requires high production technology and can improve the quality and service life of the product.

Application prospects of epoxy resin pultrusion process

With the increasing awareness of environmental protection, the application prospects of the epoxy resin pultrusion process are becoming more and more broad. Epoxy resin products can replace traditional metal materials and have the advantages of lightweight, high strength, safety and reliability. They are widely used in various fields such as electric power, chemical industry, metallurgy and so on.

The epoxy resin pultrusion process is an efficient, flexible, corrosion-resistant, and wear-resistant manufacturing process. Compared with traditional processing methods, it has the advantages of high production efficiency, energy saving, environmental protection, and high technical content. With the increasing awareness of environmental protection, its application prospects in various fields are broad.

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Top Molded Rubber Products Manufacturers and Suppliers In Canada

Find premium molded rubber products manufacturers with an emphasis on rubber molding accuracy. Our wide selection of rubber molded items is made with durability and accuracy to satisfy a variety of industrial demands. As reputable rubber moulding suppliers, we place a high value on producing items of the highest caliber for our customers. Discover cutting-edge solutions where experience and customisation meet with Custom Rubber Silicone Molds for your unique needs. Take your projects to the next level with our dependable rubber molding services and see why we are the go-to option in the field.

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Rubber parts supplier - Extrusions & Tubing

Opting for standard rubber part is always the first choice for the machine manufacturers because it cuts down the time required for crafting a custom made one. https://alfarubber.blogspot.com/2024/02/rubber-parts-manufacturer-helping-with.html

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K R Industries have vast experience in custom moulded rubber parts manufacturing for oil and gas industry in India and you can get wide array of rubber Parts and Products across oil and gas industry applications in USA. Enquire us, if any requirements.

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surreal, but nice

cw: 7k wc, female reader, strangers to lovers, osamu doesn't exactly know how to handle one of the most famous music artists in japan suddenly popping in onigiri miya, inspired by notting hill, my sappy entry for the romcom collab hosted by @bloompompom! thank you @yellow-sword-lily, this fic is also a little yours :)

Miya Osamu is a creature of habit.

He gets up fairly early, showers, never leaves the small apartment without fixing himself a nutritious breakfast, more or less knows and is therefore prepared to what to expect from each particular day.

Downstairs there’s his beloved shop, a dormant creature he gently stirs from sleep each morning. When he doesn’t have to head to the market to select and order the freshest products, Osamu starts the day by contacting all his suppliers and arranging the deliveries. He then checks the inventory, reviews reservations, welcomes the only other chef to discuss any special preparations or new experiments. It’s not unusual for him to check his emails, monitor the website and official social media of the shop, the one thing he actually hates doing because he knows damn well one negative comment will ruin his day, especially since there’s nothing he can do to rectify mistakes made days, sometimes weeks before.

He has a chef, one dishwasher, three servers, two food delivery drivers and that’s about it. Osamu Miya is the owner, manager, host, executive chef, server and cashier of onigiri Miya. He juggles management skills, culinary talent and business acumen just perfectly. He’s prepared and knows exactly what each day has in store for him.

Until you happen.

Osamu has been cooking for almost three hours by the time the shop officially opens at 11AM. It’s not unusual for new faces to come in from time to time, despite his clientele being more or less established, but it is rare to hear the little door chime ring so soon. Except if his dumb brother happens to be in town.

But you’re not his dumb brother. You’re a new and yet strangely familiar face, even hidden behind thick sunglasses and a beret that one could deem more appropriate to a parisian getaway rather than a Kansai one.

“Morning” you offer a little bow, hesitant by the door “you’re open, right?”

“Uh, sure” he smiles, still a little uncertain after a moment of astonishment “I don’t often have clients for breakfast. What can I get ya?”

“I’ve been told this is the best onigiri shop in town. I’ll let you decide”

You seem to consider your options for a moment, then decide to sit at the closest empty table. Osamu would usually provide more than a nod: he’d make conversation, ask questions. Forming bonds with whoever visits his shop and trusts his food is his favorite part of the day, as well as a great activity to engage in while his hands are busy putting the rice into molds.

“Close that mouth” is the only thing he utters under his breath, glancing at the server who set your table “yer catching flies”

“But it’s her!” Hiro squeaks as silently as humanly possible “I’m gonna ask for an autograph”

“You will do no such thing”

“We could hang it in the shop!”

“Go help in the kitchen, Minato called in sick today. I’ll handle this”

Hiro disappears behind closed doors but only after batting his freakishly long lashes to his boss, a heartbreaking disappointed look on his face.

Osamu takes a deep breath and squeezes the molds together, an action executed as gently as possible to keep the fluffy texture that makes his onigiri the best in town.

He knows you, of course he knows you. Not only your face was on any available surface for the entirety of the previous summer (posters, billboards, magazine covers to advertise your first ever concert in the Koshien stadium), he’s also pretty sure in high school Atsumu had perpetually ruined the walls of their shared room with some crappy adhesive squares used to hang your poster.

Osamu is not really a dedicated listener, he knows a couple of your most famous songs and that your success is damn near planetary. You have a house in Tokyo but spend most of the year in America, California if he recalls correctly, and you tour across Europe as well. Yet, it’s been easy to pick what to serve you. The gourmet options such as salmon roe or roast beef are off the table: they don’t make new clients feel special. What new clients need is a taste of authenticity, something that reminds them of home, and don’t you look just like the kind of person who could use some of that?

Osamu decides on pickled plum, tuna mayo and bonito flakes. One serving usually consists of three onigiri but he can’t resist adding an extra treat for you, a tenmusu onigiri. He’s recently perfected the recipe with an egg-free tempura batter that is still thick enough to absorb his special sauce.

He hopes it’s not creepy that he lingers by your table after he brings your meal: celebrity or not, you’re a new client. And Osamu can’t resist observing the wander taking over customers who are unfamiliar with his kitchen, as soon as they take the first bite. He hopes you are no exception.

“If this is an onigiri” you lock eyes with him and smile, glorious, radiant “what the hell have I been eating until now?”

“Probably not the best in town” he grins, proud, a slight blush already coating his cheeks. Damn it, he’s tempted to turn the baseball cap once more, let the brim shield his awkwardness. But that would be totally lame.

“Is it a family business?”

“No. It’s just… mine”

You hum, busy chewing on another bite. Then you swallow and ask another question, invite him to sit eventually, then apologize because he’s probably busy (he is) and has things to do (he does) but this is never going to happen again for Osamu, because he’s not Atsumu. And so he sits and makes conversation like a normal human being that definitely isn’t obsessively dwelling on how beautiful you are, how different your voice sounds when you’re not singing, how much he’d hate for a client to come in and pop that bubble. Which is exactly what happens and he doesn’t like it one bit how you interrupt your chuckle, lower your head, hunch your shoulders in an attempt to hide. He doesn’t like that he has to excuse himself, call Hiro back form the kitchen, make conversation with Suzuki-san, listen while he describes all his latest hospital visits in horrifying detail.

You look at him from time to time, the quiet shop owner suddenly turned chatty sparks your curiosity. He’s skilled with his hands and genuinely interested in what the person who must be an habitué has to say. He’s attractive, too. Especially as he tries to disguise the occasional glances directed your way or the disappointment that flashes in his eyes when you get up and start collecting your things.

“Can I get the check, please?” you approach the counter, pretend not to notice his hesitation. Osamu decides against indulging in the “it’s on the house” cliche, opts for treating you as any other client. With the exception of a small discount you won’t even notice.

“That was the best breakfast I had in a while” you collect the receipt and put in your pocket.

“You should come back, then. To have another” Osamu cringes internally as soon as the words leave his mouth and Suzuki-san’s chuckle makes him want to dig a hole to disappear into. But you smile, despite probably having heard the corny line a million other times, and tell him that you just might.

It would’ve been perfect: a beautiful ending to a glorious encounter. It could’ve been. If only you didn’t turn around so abruptly, a small shriek echoing across the shop as you came face to face with Mai, the sudden sound and panic causing her to jump and spill the fresh iced tea from the jug in her hand all over your painfully clean, crisp, starched, white button down.

You both freeze, your mouth open in a silent scream, an horrified look in Mai’s eyes that would’ve been comical on literally any other occasion. Osamu wishes he would’ve went with the “it’s on the house” cliche.

“Oh my god! Oh god! It’s you! I mean, I’m sorry!” Mai’s voice comes out an octave too high “my god, I’m so sorry!”

“Well, this is great” you frantically grab a handful of napkins from the counter and attempt to dab the mess on your shirt “I have a meeting in half an hour!”

“Please, take my uniform! I will pay for the dry cleaning!”

“Actually” Osamu chimes in as politely as possible, trying his best not to let his anxiety get the best of him “don’t take this the wrong way but, uh, I live upstairs. You can get cleaned up and…”

“You’re kidding, right?” your astonished look is almost glacial. It makes him falter just slightly.

“Or ya can leave with a giant orange stain on yer wet, probably uncomfortably cold shirt?”

“Miya-san!” Mai’s hiss and your shocked expression make him think that sarcasm probably wasn’t a good idea. Osamu sighs.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. These are the keys, you can go on your own, I promise the bathroom’s clean”

You eye him for a few seconds more, then decide against grabbing the keys from his hand.

“I’m gonna need a change of clothes”

Osamu blinks a couple times, dumbfounded. His clothes? You’re asking to wear… his clothes?

“Sure! Yeah, sure. Come on” now his voice sounds uncharacteristically squeaky and he clears his throat as you follow him up the stairs, Suzuki-san’s good grief still ringing in his ears.

Thank god he cleaned the entire apartment just the day before. As much as he likes to brag about being the tidy twin, deep down he knows he’s just as messy as Atsumu.

Osamu tries hard not to look at you, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed while he rummages in his drawers in search of something that could fit you. He shortly wonders if it’d be a good idea to offer a complementary bento box to make up for the disaster Mai caused.

“I’m genuinely sorry” he starts rambling because the silence is unbearable and some of Atsumu’s genes really do take over sometimes “the worst incident we ever had at the shop was my brother almost choking on his dinner. I had to perform the heimlich maneuver, it wasn’t pretty” god, where the hell are this clean, not embarrassing shirts?

“Guess this one will go down in history” your voice is less sharp now, which relieves him.

“Oh, no. I will never tell anyone about this, ever. Mai and Suzuki-san will have to sign an nda. A proper, legally binding one”

The laugh you offer sounds weirdly intimate in the small space of his bedroom, it makes the tips of his ears hot. Finally, he’s able to dig out a decent, basic shirt you accept by thanking him softly. When you lock yourself in the bathroom, Osamu rushes to the kitchen to tidy up the mess he’s left behind after that morning’s breakfast. No time to concentrate on how you’re actually, genuinely in his home, cleaning yourself in the same bathroom he showered in, without a shirt on.

No one’s ever going to believe him. Hell, he may not believe it himself by the end of the day.

“Hey” he jumps at your voice, sudden and closer than expected. You look good in his basic shirt, it suits you somehow. Did you shove your own in one of the bags you left by the door?

“Hey” Osamu says back and cringes for the millionth time “are ya hungry?”

You smile when he shuts his eyes for a second, right after the silly question leaves his mouth.

“Not hungry”

“Right. Of course. Thirsty? I have really good tea, from Shizuoka. And orange juice” he pauses for a second, then adds “or water”

Your smile grows, almost melts into a giggle. “Not thirsty either”

“Okay” he clears his throat “how about dessert? I made some mitarashi dango just yesterday”

“I have a meeting to attend”

“Oh. Sure, yeah, that makes sense” he wants to bash his head against the wall “I’ll walk you out. To downstairs” thank fuck ‘Tsumu isn’t there, he’d never let him live this down. Jesus.

You precede him to the door, gather your bags, then softly thank him for the shirt.

“Nice meeting you, Osamu” he nearly explodes when you say his name, no honorifics whatsoever. How do you even know? He hasn’t carried a name tag on his shirt for years.

“It was nice to meet you too” there’s no time to dwell on dumb, pointless questions “surreal, but nice”

He thinks if your smile could conjure waves, he’d gladly give up all the oxygen in his lungs and drown in them. Has someone ever looked as beautiful while smiling at him? He doesn’t think so. He can’t think. Not when you’re leaning closer, not when your arms are suddenly wrapped around his neck, not when you’re pressing your lips to his. Holy shit. You’re pressing your lips to his. And he’s forgotten how to breathe, let alone kiss. Osamu just freezes, like a marble statue, like a teenager who’s never touched a woman before. Right as he’s about to swallow the shock and fucking move, you’re already pulling away, eyes not leaving his despite the slight self-consciousness swarming in those irises.

And then you disappear, just like the dream he believed you were, all that’s left is an empty spot by the door and his heart slamming against a pathetically ill-equipped ribcage.

La Suite is one of the most luxurious hotels in the prefecture and Osamu feels out of place with the 30 onigiri order he’s carrying past a french restaurant and a traditional japanese one, all soft carpeting, dim lights and wide windows. So different from his.

He timidly explains that he’s there to deliver an order to a certain Bennet-san, who for some reason insisted he’d be the one bringing it to her hotel. They look at him funny but let him through and give the coordinates: top floor, superior double room. A woman meets him the second he steps out of the elevator and sternly asks him to follow her, a silly part of him wonders if he’s about to get murdered in one of the top 25 hotels in Japan. But then she knocks on a door right before swinging it open and he doesn’t even get to explain that he’s not supposed to get inside, she can take the bloody bag and he’ll be on his merry way, but once again Osamu fails to determine what the day holds in store for him.

Once more, it’s you. A less preppy version, one that seems so small in such a gigantic room, the sea breeze blowing from the terrace gracefully lifting up the hem of a tennis skirt you immediately fight to keep down as you promptly get up from the couch.

“Hi” he says, so dumbfounded he barely notices the door closing behind him.

“Miya-san” you bow, keep your eyes down, no sign of a smile he could by now deem familiar “I’m sorry for the trouble, I know the hotel is pretty far from the restaurant and you must be busy. This will only take a second”

Osamu’s brows furrow, confusion evident in the way he cocks his head. You don’t catch it, because your eyes are glued to the floor. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I don’t know what came over me, I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me”

His eyes soften as part of the tension leaves his shoulders. Truth is, Osamu is glad you’re apologizing: despite how beautiful and dreamy you may be, life is not quite a movie and he doesn’t exactly appreciate being blindsided by a stranger. He doesn’t really understand what made you think kissing him would be a good idea (was his awkardness interpreted the wrong way? Did his stare linger on your smile a second too long?) but he’s certain you meant no harm. A shitty person certainly wouldn’t take time out of her day to leave an autograph on a napkin, especially right after half a jug of iced tea was spilled on her shirt just minutes before. To Hiro, with love.

After a moment, he clears his throat. “Can ya look at me?”

You meet his gaze hesitantly, mouth a thin line of harsh disapproval directed at yourself. For a second, you remind him of someone and he almost breaks into a smile.

“Thank you for apologizing. We’re good”

“Are you certain?”

“Yeah!” he chuckles “you didn’t have to place such a big order”

You blink twice, then start nervously fiddling with your fingers “ah, actually I didn’t do it to… well, those onigiris are just really good. I wanted to take some extra ones with me”

“You’re leaving?” he doesn’t mean to sound disappointed, especially not while you’re so intentionally keeping your distance.

“Kinda. My record label rented a house in the countryside, I’ll spend most of the summer locked in, trying to finish my new album. I couldn’t do it in America, I missed being home but didn’t want to endure Tokyo’s chaos so I ended up picking Hyogo. Sorry, you didn’t ask to know all that” you chuckle tensely “we leave tomorrow and I didn’t want to go without apologizing first. That’s all. You may go now”

Osamu hums. “I may go? As in I’m excused?” he laughs when your painfully stoic expression melts into sheer horror.

“No! Of course not, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You take yourself too seriously” he grins “I’m just messin’ with ya”

“That’s not very nice of you”

“Would you compare it to kissing a stranger out of the blue?”

“Oh god” you hide your overheated face in your hands “you said we’re good!”

“And we are” Osamu steps closer to gently place the bags still in his hands on the marble topped pedestal coffee table. It’s just fun to tease you, one of the many irritating habits he shares with his brother.

His brother. Osamu looks up, a risky desire taking shape in his head and threatening to spill over the tip of his tongue.

“I’m really sorry, Miya-san” you repeat and he doesn’t love that you’re now calling him that “uh, this is your shirt. Cleaned and ironed. Thank you for…”

“Whatcha doing tonight?”

You freeze, paper bag still in hand. “Uhm, nothing interesting”

“No packing?”

“My manager does that for me”

He chuckles. “Right. Chances you’d want to spend your last night in the city at an even less interesting birthday party?”

Osamu waits patiently while you weigh your options, recognizes the confusion in your hesitant stare but doesn’t quite understand why there’s a weary vibration to your voce when you accept, the slight disappointment that flashes across your features.

It’s only fair, you think as he parts from the room with a smile and the command to secure those onigiris in a fridge. If showing you off to his friends like some valuable conquest is the way he wants to even the score, you’re in no position to deny him. You’re the one at fault and you’ve been given a chance to make up for it by wearing the facade you wear best.

Then why does it feel so disheartening, this time?

When Shinsuke opens the door, he’s more surprised by your presence than the carefully wrapped gift in your hands. Not that he doubted Osamu: why send a message to the group chat telling everyone that a) he was bringing someone and b) they should’ve absolutely not behaved any differently than usual if not better (in bold), if he wasn’t actually going to show up with a plus one?

Still, a small part of him did wonder if Atsumu’s and Rintaro’s relentless teasing finally got the best of him. Shinsuke doesn’t think that his friend works too much or that he should start “looking around” before “his hair starts greying again only this once naturally”. He remembers Osamu rolling his eyes at his brother when he implied that at this rate he’s gonna have to tie the knot with the restaurant, only to then space out for most of the evening as everyone else found new topics to migrate toward.

In short, Shinsuke wondered if Osamu was going to come up with a last minute excuse to justify the empty spot next to him at the table. But it seems that spot is going to be taken after all, by you nonetheless.

“Nice to meet you, Kita-san” you smile after Osamu introduces you by your name and nothing else, not a wink, not even a subtle hint or a reasonable explanation “happy birthday”

Shinsuke accepts the gift with a polite thank you and he’s almost made sure you could preserve a nice, normal memory of stepping foot into his house for the first time, of course failing to consider the Hinata factor.

“Thank god, Osamu, I’m so hungry- holy shit! Is her your gift? I only brought a cap that says farm hair don’t care!” there’s a strange but seemingly friendly redhead looking at you with eyes so wide you fear they might roll out of their sockets.

“Shoyo, any chance you checked the chat today?” Osamu smiles at him widely but Kita recognizes the tension at the corners.

“What? Of course not, I was busy picking a cute gift” Hinata smiles too but his excitement is genuine “hello, nice to meet you! Please come in, you can help us set the table!”

You chuckle and meet Osamu’s horrified eyes for a second, his posture relaxes as your gentle reassurance puts him at ease. I’ll be in the other room, then. Leave it to Hinata to make a gigantic deal out of a special guest only to treat her as one of his buddies ten seconds later. You seemed comfortable, though, as one always feels whenever Shoyo happens to be around.

“Who is she?” Shinsuke doesn’t mean for his tone to be so conspiratorial but he keeps it low, just in case you might still hear them.

“A friend. Kinda. Ya wouldn’t believe me” Osamu takes his jacket off and hangs it by the door, then picks up the plethora of bags from the floor and makes his way into his friend’s kitchen.

“No, I mean… who is she? Why does Shoyo know her?” Shinsuke follows suit, intent on helping him distribute all the food he’s brought in the different plates he has prepared. Osamu shakes his initial surprise off with a chuckle.

“Only one of the most famous pop music artists in Japan”

Kita stills his movements for a second, then absorbs the new information with a simple nod. “Right. And you met her at the shop”

“How d’ya know?”

“Where else would you be meeting a pop music artist?”

“Don’t make it sound so obvious” Osamu pulls a face and Shinsuke’s eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Well, she’s here. With you. Is it like… a date?”

“No” the peremptory answer comes embarrassingly fast “it’s her last night in the city, she’s here because she didn’t have anything better planned”

“But you invited her”

“Yes”

“Because you like her”

“I don’t-” Osamu gestures vaguely with his hands “it’s not like that. ‘Tsumu used to have a poster of her face in our room, for fuck’s sake”

Kita hums. “So what you actually mean is it can’t be like that”

“I don’t see the difference”

“I do”

“Well-” a loud commotion Osamu has been trained for over two decades to instantly recognize as his brother’s voice, makes the words die in his throat. By the time him and Shinsuke return to the colorfully decorated living room (courtesy of an overly enthusiastic Hinata and one resigned Rintaro), Atsumu is already talking your ear off and seemingly invading your personal space multiple times as he follows you around the table you’re setting with Suna like a golden retriever on a sugar overload.

“Shoyo, you were supposed to keep her safe” Osamu glares at his brother and takes a mental note to scold Aran too, later. For snickering.

Hinata doesn’t get the chance to defend himself because of course Atsumu’s the only one who could outshine that intense excitement with his own.

“Samu! What the hell? If this is yer gift to Shin, what are ya plannin’ to get me exactly?”

“Can everyone stop assuming she’s here as a thing and not as a person?” it comes out harsher than intended and Osamu feels his face grow hot when all those present simply stare at him. When you stare at him.

Suna clears his throat.

“Cut him some slack, he came out of the bathroom and we could barely convince him she’s not a hallucination” you chuckle at that, which makes the ever stoic Rintaro look away with a faint blush blossoming on his pale cheeks.

“Wait” Atsumu looks at you, then at his brother and his brows become progressively furrowed “she’s here with you? As in, you invited her? And she said yes?”

Osamu wonders why he thought a simple admonishment in the group chat would be enough. He has half an idea of shoving an onigiri right into his brother’s loud mouth and not perform any maneuver whatsoever when the rice obstructs his airways.

“Actually, I wanted to come” you chime in so gently it takes a few moments for him to register the words “I’m leaving tomorrow and when Miya-san mentioned it was one of his friends’ birthday, I shamelessly asked if I could tag along. Hope I’m not a bother”

Kita is looking at you the same way Osamu is, puzzled. Hinata almost chokes on his coke and starts coughing profusely, so much that Aran has to lend him a napkin.

“A bother? No, of course not!” his nose might be on fire but by god, he physically cannot let you believe such nonsense for a second too long.

Atsumu’s mouth hangs wide open, brows still knit that make his expression overall hilarious “you make her call you Miya-san? Yikes, bro” he turns to you and makes a scene of slamming a hand on his chest “please, feel free to call me ‘Tsumu. I think we’re intimate enough by now”

“Given that we took five selfies and you made me sign my name on your abs, I also think we’re intimate enough” your grin seems genuine, which only startles Osamu more.

“Ya made her do what?” oh, there are probably not enough words in the japanese vocabulary for the way he’ll have to apologize at the end of the night.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mind” you shrug “but if I could ask everyone a small favor…”

“Sure, anything!” Atsumu’s interruption only makes your smile grow wider “I’d really like to celebrate Kita-san’s birthday like you’d normally do. Please don’t make a big deal out of me, it’s his night after all”

“She’s asking not to be treated like a circus act” Aran whispers to Hinata, who blinks his big brown eyes in quiet understanding.

“Done!” Atsumu’s fist hits his chest right where the heart is as he solemnly declares “you’re one of the boys now, consider yourself a pal”

“Thanks, ‘Tsumu” he tries to keep his composure but nearly implodes as you direct your attention to Shoyo “no, Hinata-san, this doesn’t mean we won’t be taking that picture I promised. Don’t worry” your wink is the prettiest, most wonderful thing he’s ever witnessed and thank fuck he’s done drinking that coke because his airways suddenly feel clogged.

Kita thinks this is already the most entertaining birthday he’s ever celebrated.

And celebrate his birthday you all do. Normally, as per your request. You sit between Rintaro and Osamu at dinner and masterfully divert the attention from yourself whenever the questions start piling up. The uno reverse technique works well: your curiosity feels flattering and everyone is happy to satisfy it. The questions you direct are extremely specific, your laugh echoes alongside everyone else’s and Osamu can’t help but think that, in some odd way, you fit in seamlessly. 

Keeping his eyes off of you isn’t but a strenuous fight with himself, it’d be lovely if looking would be the only activity he’d be allowed to engage in. It’s not hard to guess why hordes of fans and admirers are so enamoured: you’re such a natural. Polite, poised, funny, charismatic. Making you laugh feels like a privilege, having your brows raise in interest makes the story one’s recounting instantly fascinating. And yet you’re not doing any of that on purpose, he can tell. The one thing you’re being intentionally careful about is avoiding his gaze and making sure your arm doesn’t accidentally brush against his.

Osamu wants to ask himself why but also refuses to indulge in childish fantasies. What, he thought you liked him? Part of him believed you’d accepted to come to some stranger’s birthday party purely to spend an evening with him. Bullshit. Everyone in the world knows who you are and he simply owns an onigiri shop in Hyogo, one you happened to visit by sheer chance. He’s the guy you are so embarrassed to be seen with, you had to come up with a lie to justify your presence at the very same table that seems to adore you.

But when he jokingly throws a grain of rice at Aran, you hide your chuckle behind your hand. If he speaks, you always turn to look. Osamu doesn’t remember a social gathering where he tried to come up with just as many things to say, desperately conjuring genes that always weigh heavier in Atsumu. Unfortunately, the one person he could always count on, his dear friend and trusty supplier, decides his birthday night is the perfect occasion to stab him in the back.

“I’m sorry, I just need to ask” Kita refills your glass with fresh wine from across the table before retracting to his seat once more “your encounter with Osamu, how did it happen exactly?”

“Yeah, was his onigiri so good you wanted to-”

“Do not finish that sentence, Shoyo” Aran clears his throat as Suna, next to you, has a hard time swallowing his stir fry noodles.

“She heard my shop was the best in town, which it is, came to try it. That’s the story” Osamu wishes he could disappear into his kitchen as he often does when things at the restaurant get uncomfortable.

“I don’t buy it” Shinsuke shrugs “is that really the whole story?”

Kita’s knowing stare really hasn’t changed since high school and it seems you’re affected by it just as much as every other human. His eyes bore right into yours, trained to detect hesitation or even the hint of a lie, giving you no escape. Goddamn it, he’s still the team captain, there’s no running from him.

“Well” you gently swirl the glass in your hand, suddenly very much focused on the crimson liquid swooshing inside “I also kissed him”

This time someone does actually choke and, of course, it’s Atsumu. Right as Rintaro utters an ever quiet holy shit, he explodes in a coughing fit and Aran promptly strikes between his shoulder blades with the heel of his hand, perhaps with more force than needed. Thankfully, Atsumu manages to swallow his bite and, despite the tears threatening to run down his cheeks in all their shimmering glory, still conjures the energy needed to point an intimidating finger at his brother “ya bastard!”

“That’s a joke, right?” Hinata’s eyes have once again grown three sizes.

Kita doesn’t ask, the answer is written all over Osamu’s crimson red face. He was right, no one would’ve believed him.

“No, I really did” you take a sip from your glass and now everyone is looking at you like you’re some kind of alien. Except for Atsumu, who’s still glaring daggers at his brother.

“So this is… a date for you two?” Suna’s just as shocked as everyone else but seems to be the only person currently able to string words together.

“Oh, no” you brush the question off with a gracious wave of the hand “I just did it to thank him”

This time the silence stretches for a moment too long. Atsumu seems on the verge of passing out.

“You kissed him to thank him?” Kita cocks his head.

“Yeah. I mean, he was very kind. Have you never kissed someone to thank them?”

“Uh… no. I don’t think so”

“Really?”

“Do you…” Aran hopes to the gods that the words don’t come out the wrong way “do that often?”

“Aran” as much as Osamu wishes the earth could swallow him whole, he doesn’t want you to think his friends may be implying something they’re really not.

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“It’s okay” you let our a nervous chuckle and because Osamu is sitting so close, he hears the shaky breath too “I know it was wrong. I tend to forget that’s not what normal people are used to. I apologized and now we’re good, right, Miya-san?” your eyes meet his and he feels his heart drop right into his stomach.

“Why are you used to that?” he asks instead of replying to your question and you just. Freeze.

“Yeah…” Hinata quietly chimes in “that doesn’t sound like something anyone should be used to”

For the first time, you don’t know how to respond. Osamu senses your panic, can read it in your eyes, but is too baffled to think of something smart or chivalrous to say.

“Holy shit, ya know what that means?” Atsumu slams both his hands on the table and both you and everyone else jump “it means she thinks I’m hot! In another life, I’d have a chance! Sorry, Shin, I know it’s yer birthday but I think this is the best night of my life!”

A quiet, astonished moment follows, then the table erupts in genuine laughter. You’re giggling so much you have to hold your stomach, Kita is shaking his head in resignation, Suna rolls his eyes with affection. Osamu settles for a smile as he relaxes against his chair once more. His brother may be loud and annoyingly inopportune, but his quiet support never once faltered throughout the years. One doesn’t need to be an old acquaintance to be taken under Miya Atsumu’s wing: if he senses as much as the hint of unease, his charismatic idiocy is summoned right away at the service of whoever may need it. Yet his loyalty remains unshakeable: Osamu knows that, in his stupid head, you’re already forbidden territory.

His mind is dizzy with confusion he doesn’t know how to properly address. As Kita blows out the candles on the cake he’s made, Osamu feels a wave of affection inundate his heart. He remembers that are nights like this that are worth being present, even if he has to get up at dawn or his sink is full of dirty dishes and he’s exhausted. Life only ever feels right when he’s with his friends or his family. It’s a routine he’s trained hard to get used to: work, work, work, carve out small moments to spend with those who come and go. It’s important for him to be there, when they come.

Osamu almost misses it, too focused on cleaning an extra plate or two in the kitchen, to make sure the birthday boy can get to relax once they leave. And then you call for him, a small crack in that poised facade of yours when his name almost slips out. You rush into the kitchen and urge him to hurry up, they’re already singing happy birthday to Kita-san. Come on, you’re missing it!

You probably wanted to go for his sleeve and found his hand instead, dragged him out of the room so quickly Osamu barely had the time to put the towel down. For some reason, once in the living room you don’t let go right away and neither does he. You only do so to clap with everyone else and even then it’s not entirely possible to establish who lets go first. Regardless, Osamu gives your hand a light squeeze and hopes you notice, despite there being no signs to indicate that.

You’re the first two people to excuse themselves: he refuses to let you go back to your hotel on your own, doesn’t give two shits that you have a driver or could well afford a cab because it’s a beautiful evening and Osamu is itching to have as little as ten minutes alone with you. He watches as you formally offer a hand to Suna and he grins as he shakes it, gently taking it in between his in a respectful attempt at suggesting that there’s no need to be so ceremonious.

You exchange quick hugs with everyone else, take the picture promised to Hinata, chuckle lightly when Atsumu timidly asks for a kiss on the cheek just because “it’s the american way of saying goodbye!” and of course you accomodate the request. Osamu is almost willing to bet you genuinely had fun but he also can’t seem to shake off the odd feeling suggesting you’ve somehow taken it upon yourself to just… appease everyone for the entire evening. Like some kind of duty. He doesn’t want you to think back to this evening like a task that had to be carried out.

“Oh my god, I cannot fucking believe it!” Atsumu’s shriek echoes loud and clear in the empty street  as soon as Kita shuts the door and you meet Osamu’s exasperated glare.

“I’m genuinely not sure what I should start apologizing for” he runs a hand through his brown hair and his stress makes you smile as you fall into a comfortable walking pace.

“I should start by thanking you for inviting me. Can’t remember the last time I had such a normal night”

“My friends are many things but I don’t know if they really fall into the normal category”

You laugh at that. “I think they’re really nice. It was fun. I didn’t know there were two of you”

Osamu grimaces, lightly shaking his head “good call, he’s the thing I should start apologizing for”

“I liked Atsumu” of course you did, don’t they all? “you’re lucky to have such good friends and a brother. Is it true what they say about weird connections us twinless mortals wouldn’t get?”

He sighs. As much as Osamu hates stereotypes and all the disadvantages that come with not being able to be his own person, the curse of always being considered nothing but part of a set, he knows the bond with Atsumu is just as rare and irreplaceable as people make it out to be.

“Well, I can pretty much always read his mind. But it’s not a twin thing, s’just an Atsumu thing” he shrugs “most transparent, honest person on earth”

“You’re both very kind” your observation strikes him. It hits the nail on the head: he does his best but it’s unusual for someone to notice ‘Tsumu’s selflessness right away.

“Could say the same about ya” he’s eager to direct the topic to the thing he’s really interested in, the one person who refused every bit of attention directed her way throughout the night “that tea collection must’ve costed a fortune. Shinsuke loves tea, yer manager picked well”

You hum, gaze focused on your feet. “Actually, I picked it”

Another thing Osamu has in common with his brother, the ability to royally fuck up in such a short amount of time.

“Oh, I didn’t-”

“It’s okay, happens all the time”

“What happens?”

“People assuming things” you’re not mad, there’s just a sad vibration to your voice. If he could punch himself in the face, he would.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” Osamu hates the smile you toss at him. He hates it so much he stops in the middle of the sidewalk and watches you turn around, confusion flashing in your disenchanted eyes.

“There’s a pretty cool park ‘round the corner. How about a detour? If you’re not too tired”

You hum in agreement, ask him to lead the way. Careful, Osamu, you’d like to say. This same polite regard is what got me in trouble the first time.

The park, which is more of a garden really, is a slice of eden in the jungle that any city inevitably ends up feeling like. Lowlands, an abundance of irregular but colorful flowerbeds that seem to glow in the dark, the warm air of the evening saturated with the sweet scent of lime trees, a gravel path you both follow all the way to a small, wooden playground. It’s only natural to gravitate toward the swings, relish in the comfort of the stillness the evening offers. It always feels like the earth rotates slower, pace decelerating to give you more time to enjoy the things it’s hard to appreciate during your hectic days.

Osamu approaches the swing like an old friend, takes hold of the chains with both hands. He lightly pushes off the ground with his feet while pulling back, giving you a perfect view of his perfect profile.

“I don’t want to assume” he says quietly “so is it okay if I ask?”

“Yeah” you rest your head on the chain you’re holding, still looking at him who won’t look at you.

“Why did you tell ‘Tsumu you asked me to come tonight?” the actual question dies in his throat. Were you that embarrassed of being there with me?

“You seemed pretty self-conscious. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable” and I guess that way, you got to seem cooler.

Osamu almost chokes on his own spit from how surprised he is by your answer. What the fuck.

“I wasn’t-” not for the reason you seem to believe “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”

You smile, patiently waiting for the moment where he’ll finally turn to meet your gaze instead of persistently staring at his feet. “I don’t think I ever felt that comfortable in a room filled with men”

“That shouldn’t be an exceptional occurrence”

“Right. But it is”

He spends a few moments trying to come up with the right words, a handful of seconds spent with part of his brain wishing he could have a talk with all the men who made you feel unsafe. How many? Where, why? Are they the reason why Osamu wants to get so desperately close and yet keep a respectful distance, not to scare you off, not to be another name added to the list of creeps you surely hate?

“Why did you kiss me?” those are far from being the right, considerate words he was trying to summon, but they bubble up from his throat before he can stop them.

You hum, pensive “I don’t know. You’re pretty, you’re gentle, I thought t’was what you expected to happen. It’s what men usually expect in return”

“In return for what?” he fights the urge to keep his eyes down, confident that the darkness will conceal the redness of his cheeks. You think he’s pretty and the first thing his dumb brain is able to link the revelation to, is Atsumu. Shit, he was right, this means you do find him attractive as well.

“Anything, really” your chuckle is devoid of actual humor “I know this night was supposed to make up for it but I didn’t expect to have so much fun. Regardless, I hope we’re even now”

Osamu furrows his brows.

“Ya think that’s why I invited ya?”

“Why else?”

He almost laughs, incredulous. You hide that mistrust really well, Osamu has to give it you. It feels unfair that life has given someone who seemingly has everything, so many reasons to think you can only be seen as an empty shell, some trophy with the sole purpose of being flaunted.

“You said you were leaving. I didn’t like the idea of not seeing you again”

“Really?” your lips curl into a small smile “the weird girl who jumped you on your first meeting?”

“You’re weird” he concedes “and selfless. Intelligent. Maybe jokes are not your forte but, hey, ya get to look like that” your laugh compliments his really well and Osamu can’t help but think he’d like to sit in a park, in the middle of the night, and talk and laugh and be with you just once more.

You briefly wonder if the man sitting so close to you is aware of just how devastatingly charming he is. Part of you wishes he’d want to take you out on a proper date, let you meet his friends on different occasions, include a weird stranger in such a well balanced life. Part of you also knows you’d never want to ruin that for him. Not for someone like Osamu. People who are unfortunate enough to stumble across you are almost always harassed away, it’s a life you’re used to and can’t bring yourself to run from. It’s who you are and, most importantly, all you have. It’d be too dangerous for your heart to desire anything different.

But he’s looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, land emerged from the sea millions of years ago for his eyes only to experience such a sight. No one’s ever looked at you with such wonder.

“I don’t want to assume” he holds your gaze locked to his, swing dangling lightly as he leans closer “so is it okay if I ask?”

“Yes” you utter a little too breathlessly.

“Can I kiss ya?”

You hum in affirmation and close your eyes, heart beating a little faster than what you’re used to as you sense his proximity. He smells nice, radiates warmth and his soft hair tickles a little when his lips gently press to your cheek.

Osamu smiles when he catches a glimpse of disappointment flashing over your features, the first of many clues he wants to learn how to interpret correctly. The cracks in a facade he’d make his personal mission to tear down.

“I know you have to go away tomorrow” he gently moves a strand of hair away from your forehead “but I wondered, if you didn’t, whether you might let me see ya a little. Or a lot, maybe”

You lean into his touch, calloused fingertips still barely grazing your skin.

“A lot sounds good”

[solarpunkbusiness]

Ford: Coffee husk to build car parts

In an innovative collaboration, Ford and McDonald’s are using coffee chaff—the husk of the coffee bean—to manufacture car parts. This initiative, involving Canadian-based Competitive Green Technologies, repurposes coffee chaff from McDonald’s suppliers into a composite material for automotive components like headlamp parts, interior elements and under-hood components. 

The process involves exposing the coffee chaff to high temperatures in low-oxygen environments and combining it with resin, plastic and additives to create pellets that can be molded into different shapes. This pioneering use of coffee chaff in car part production renders Ford products approximately 20% lighter and achieves up to 25% energy savings during the molding process.

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[patemi-pk]

It appears that a large portion of the Pk statues have arrived damaged, in quite significant ways. The comic shop Hovistocose sums up the situation:

We received the PK Statues. As usual, even before reading news about it around, we checked it. About two-thirds are damaged. I will write down the problems relating to the packaging below. In general we are now seeing with the supplier how to manage the situation, given that it is obviously generalized and concerns everyone (i.e.: it was not our courier who played football with us - in fact, before he saw me I saw him from the window and the he was treating great!) The errors made are: – poor quality glue: there were also gaps in a couple of the broken ones – excessive weight of the body that rested on a delicate piece glued to the base (therefore even narrower than the legs themselves: you should have one in your hand to understand it – the surface that caused “lateral resistance” was not that of the entire leg but half or less) – the base was stuck very well in the polystyrene, the body had no play and could "swing": obviously not being elastic the "swinging" caused the stress that broke the legs – the healthy ones had two pieces of polystyrene well stuck under the beak and above the hat: in this way the statue had less freedom to move – almost all the broken ones had these pieces either missing or badly placed; the piece of bubble wrap placed around the legs is useless – the two halves of the polystyrene were free: usually when they are built they are hollowed out on a mold based on the shapes of the statue, to millimeter size, then they are closed with a light pressure and a round of adhesive tape is given to keep them still so as to stop the statue inside; the ribbon was missing (all of them) and the box was about 3-4 mm wider, even a little more considering that the external one was even wider so the two polystyrene shapes were wider and the statue was freer to move more as much as it should have (and I remember: the base was fitted well and therefore rigidly still) – a useless detail: the silicon gel which should always be inserted in these boxes was missing because an accumulation of humidity (sometimes the color not dried 100% in the case of hasty packaging) is harmful… but this shows the lack of attention during the entire production process.

(Photos from the group Pkers)

[teamconvanto]

How to Introduce an Innovation Mindset into Your Company.

Innovation is a painful undertaking in many firms despite significant time and financial commitments. Initiatives in innovation frequently fail, and successful innovators — Polaroid, anyone? — struggle to maintain their performance. Greetings, Nokia. Yahoo, good day!

Why is developing and maintaining the ability to innovate so challenging? The causes go far further than the most prevalent cause, which is an execution failure. Lack of a really efficient plan is at the heart of the issue with attempts to increase innovation.

Organizations of all sizes and in all industries observe their efforts floundering as a result of being sucked into the ever-frantic routine. They are unable to commit to a set of rules or actions that reinforce one another in order to attain their objectives—this is the essence of strategy, remember?

Additionally, businesses struggle with global opening. They are nearly always conservative, which prevents them from forming productive alliances with startups (masters of innovation), and they don't believe it is vital for businesses to hire specialized consultants.

How did it turn out? A growing list of complaints includes failing to meet the demands and preferences of contemporary consumers, losing market and economic value, increasing competition, team discontent, and more. Such a situation is not necessary!

A plan for innovation is what, after all?

Good strategies enable an organization's varied groups to align, define its objectives and priorities, and direct actions in support of those goals and priorities.

Companies frequently outline their general company strategy (i.e., their position and scope) and how other departments—such as marketing, operations, finance, and R & D—will support it. However, they hardly ever-present concrete proposals for how to match their innovation initiatives with overarching corporate objectives.

It is crucial to keep in mind that an innovation strategy is a method used to promote innovations (in technology, services, goods, processes, etc.), often by allocating funds and personnel to R&D projects.

Companies who wish to have an advantage over their competitors must have an innovation strategy. It needs to be motivating and bring something distinctive to the being produced or already in use product, service, method, or business model. Its primary goal is to create value, which also aids in creating market uniqueness and fostering loyalty among clients, business partners, suppliers, and ultimately the target audience.

Innovation must break the mold and push limits. Despite the fact that the notion is intuitive, this does not always imply creating the wheel. Starting from scratch can frequently be significantly less profitable than building upon what already exists or cutting the corners.

Apple comes to mind immediately when you think about innovation. With tremendous success, the business that Steve Jobs started has produced distinct items and continues to do so. Innovative goods included the iPhone, iPad, and iWatch. Not out of nowhere, they appeared. The mobile phones, which already existed and were performing well (hello, Blackberry!), were something that Jobs had to take into account. could more effectively utilize the internet; similar events occurred with the other devices manufactured by the business that revolutionized the market.

The beauty of a successful innovation plan is that we may come up with tremendous surprises along the way and reach a never-before-seen success, even while smaller firms might not have the worldwide success of Apple.

The question is, how can we foster an innovative mindset?

1. Be flexible with change

Being receptive to change entails accepting and embracing the idea that society as a whole is challenged by the world's ongoing changing. It also means to be alert to the direction that this changing world is taking and to observantly follow developments and novel events. Last but not least, it also requires you to continuously assess what the change entails and what potential effects it may have on your company.

Organizations are no different from individuals when it comes to dealing with the hard issue of change. It's often exceedingly challenging for established organizations to accept that technology change will soon have an influence on their industry.

2. Welcome imagination

Believing in one's own creativity is another component of an inventive attitude. Rather of using the conventional scientific technique to solve issues, innovators believe that creativity is the best approach. Many people who have effectively used innovation in the context of regular business activity tend to have this viewpoint. The idea of design thinking forms the foundation of the innovation as art viewpoint in business, in significant part.

However, it's crucial to note that equating innovation with the arts does not negate the need for logic, methods, and structure in the pursuit of new ideas. When engaging in the practice of innovation, all things are necessary. The innovation-as-art approach emphasizes that creativity should come first when developing new ideas rather than using management techniques and organizational frameworks. It, in turn, calls for a certain culture and structure that fosters innovation. Many digital businesses are setting up shop in this neighborhood, as well. As an illustration, the business handbook of Valve Software highlights the flat organizational structure, independence, and obligation of each employee to be creative in their day-to-day job.

3. Think broadly

Today, the majority of academic scholars and subject-matter authorities on innovation concur that innovation involves more than either making small adjustments to already-existing items or creating new ones.

This brings up the issue that, in order to be innovative, one must have the capacity and bravery to think outside the box and challenge accepted ideas and beliefs. Stretching one's intellect beyond routine analysis and contemplation is what innovation is all about.

We would contend that imaginative thinking and large ideas require a blend of analytical prowess, entrepreneurial zeal, and fantasy. A group of people, and most definitely organizations, are best suited to house all these qualities under one roof. Few people are gifted with all these abilities, but they can be accommodated by a group of people. This is also one of the reasons why a diverse organizational culture has emerged as a crucial prerequisite for innovation: diverse groups that combine skills and capabilities can accomplish big thinking more readily than homogenous groups that are likely to repeatedly reproduce versions of similar thinking.

4. Show bravery

Organizations and the innovators inside them must have the guts to continually rethink how things may be done for innovation to occur. Being different from prevailing opinions and accepted "truths" in large organizations requires bravery. Before they start to lose their appeal, it requires guts to criticize tried-and-true business models, solutions, and services. Questioning management and coworkers about their continued use of established practices requires bravery. Being that one individual who consistently goes against the flow and attempts to view things from an alternative perspective requires bravery. Problematizing constantly is a sign of courage. Against conventional corporate wisdom, it requires guts to be open and vulnerable rather than playing things safe. Taking a chance on failing and venturing into the unknown need guts.

To advance innovation and foster a creative environment in organizations, all of the aforementioned steps are important. Because whenever something novel has occurred, it has always been because someone had the courage to go into the unknown. I often consider the man who began a dance party at the Sasquatch music festival when I consider the bravery required to take that initial move. In an organisation, things might also go exactly that way.

5. Quickly plan and execute

In order to keep up with the change occurring outside of an organization, innovation within that organization needs to be a quick-moving process.

The transition from idea to concept and concept to market was frequently a lengthy process in the twentieth century. Comprehensive R&D often took a lot of time. For instance, a new automobile model has taken the automotive industry an average of eight years to develop, design, and introduce. Eight years is now, however, a very long time in the rapidly evolving automobile industry. A new car can be imagined and introduced to the market in 12 to 18 months, as evidenced by potentially disruptive business models for the auto industry like Local Motors. In the years to come, this timeframe can probably be slashed even further thanks to advanced 3D printing technologies and VR-aided design and manufacturing.

In a nutshell, an innovation mindset is comprised of five essential components. We need to be adaptable, inclined towards innovation, able to think broadly, unwaveringly courageous to challenge the status quo, and quick to act.

A company that wants to be creative needs to act quickly and use an innovation process that moves quickly, together with a go-to-market strategy that works well. It's important to follow the principle of "failing fast" in this situation since new ideas and concepts must be tested out immediately and abandoned just as quickly if they don't work. Because the next "big idea" in the world is just around the corner, the organization may utilize this strategy to shift resources to the following idea rather than being caught in a fruitless innovation endeavor.

To conclude,

Always keep in mind that developing and putting into practice creative ideas needs more than a moment of inspiration and a lot of hard work, even when you have the correct mentality. It needs a disciplined procedure, outstanding leadership, and a dedicated staff. I advise you to begin right away on all of the below.

About the Founder and CEO at Convanto:

Vandana Tolani started her journey by heading a family office in Singapore and Jakarta, where she worked as an investment banker & advisor to family offices and angel investors. She helped start-ups from diverse backgrounds, from fin-tech and B2B tech to consumer startups. After 15 years in Singapore and Jakarta, she returned to India. She did investments for a while and then returned to the advisory. That is when Convanto was founded.

Today, Convanto is one of the most well-known boutique investment banks in India, led by a female founder. Convanto has a core portfolio of over 210 investments in more than 45 countries.

Vandana Tolani has a personality full of zest, passion, and ardor towards her field of expertise, with more than 25 years of experience in international and domestic business advisory and fundraising.

Vandana Tolani is often considered one of the most prominent personalities in her field and is often asked to share her knowledge and expertise as the chief speaker in many webinars and seminars. Till date, she has participated in 350+ talks, which you can view on YouTube and on our website: https://linktr.ee/convanto.

Her story is nothing short of inspirational, and she is the recipient of numerous awards, including the following:

Top 10 Women Leaders in Wealth Management. 

Women Entrepreneur of the Year for 2021 and 2023.

Global Woman Leader, awarded by the World Women Congress. 

Best Financial Institution in Supporting Start-Ups in India, awarded by Dr. Kiran Bedi. 

Pioneering Women Leaders in Investment Banking, awarded by Hema Malini. 

Her achievements and contributions have been featured in prominent publications such as the Times of India, Hindustan Times, and Gurgaon Times. Her story was recently covered in Volume 2 of Eves Against the Odds, a book about 25 inspiring women entrepreneurs.

She can be reached at:

https://www.linkedin.com/in/vandanatolani/

https://www.instagram.com/convanto_/