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[headcanon] a map of hidden places i: new york city

{ a map of hidden places }

the first time james visits new york is more accident than anything; there’s a weapons expo and it’s january, and surely new york in january can’t be any more unpalatable than scotland in january. there are restaurants and boutiques whose names were, even then, synonymous with luxury, but james spends most of his time in the hotel room with the nanny playing with the puzzle ball he’d received that christmas. enid takes him to the natural history museum to see the mammoth bones, to central park to stare at the bare, shivering tree skeletons while he mounds old snow into various blobby shapes.

he doesn’t remember any of this; by the time he’s ten, new york is just a vague smear of concrete and solitude in his imagination, a glimpse of a faded marble facade that blends into all the other glimpses of all the other cities of everywhere else his father has ever had a conference.

for years, there’s the odd holiday abroad with his aunt, a trip with a school friend whose father owns a major hotel in the city or something. then there’s the navy. he learns new york in thirty-six hour stretches of shore leave, and he learns new york through the eyes of dozens of royal navy sailors, which mainly means that he learns very fast which bars near the harbor serve something roughly as strong as paint thinner for a measly two dollars per drink, or a dozen for a twenty.

but he learns other things, too. he saves up the days of walking on solid earth for the weeks when his feet won’t touch dry land and wanders into the neighborhoods that his well-to-do parents and guardians never let him anywhere near: bushwick, the lower east side, basically all of the bronx. new york city’s just hit its peak for violent crime, though someone only attempts to mug him once and gets a broken jaw for his trouble besides. the strangest thing for a brit is the gunshots that will ring out randomly, multiple times a night, but that’s true for every american city he’s ever visited.

he experiments with the subway. the tube in the 80s and 90s was no picnic, but hell, he learns, is a suspiciously empty new york subway car.

one strange thing: over the course of one particular weekend, he runs into a girl he slept with on shore leave in kingstown in a pizzeria named something uncreative like “48th street pizza,” an old university professor in a rare book store, a boy who was in the class above him at eton in bryant park, and then the girl again at a bar that night. (there is indeed a repeat performance.) this is a statistically accurate sampling of how often he recognizes a face from his past. back then, it was the third-largest city in the world, after tokyo and osaka, but it could sometimes feel very fatalistically small.

& then he’s in new york fairly often as a junior agent, but he doesn’t really tap the veins of the city until he’s a double-oh.

the thing about new york is that, for all that you tend to run into people you haven’t seen in years fairly frequently, it’s a great place to disappear. there’s no way to cover every possible exit when planning an ambush and a thousand laundromats, bars, and, hell, magic shops to duck into when you’re being tailed. vaguely seedy fleatraps that bill themselves as “youth hostels” where you can rent a room for four months and leave without anyone having asked you your name. the city seems to boast a disproportionate number of people sitting alone in the corners of coffeeshops, bars, hotel lobbies. it’s the first thing he thinks of when the name shows up in a mission briefing or news article: the pure relief of being quietly ignored, of being anyone, of being no one. he kills a drug kingpin and sips espresso at a café patio ten feet away as the police begin to boredly take statements. he garrotes a man in a bodega bathroom and no one notices for three days because it’s always out of order anyway. new york makes it so easy, so very easy to let a face become a file become a statistic. it has a carelessness with its people that he’s used to seeing in the third world, in places where the corruption is overt, in places that don’t even pretend to have a functioning police system. new york doesn’t care about you.

it also makes it so very easy to pick people up.

in a lot of ways, new york is a lot like london. it’s not every city in the world where you can get a sandwich at four am because the son of a bitch you were surveilling spent five hours haggling over uranium shipments with his contact, which was four hours and fifty minutes longer than he needed to spend. there’s a certain level of mercenary profit-seeking required to keep a sandwich shop open all night, damn circadian rhythms.

but new york takes it to excess. in london, you can probably find 24/7 takeaway within a reasonable walking distance, but in new york, you’re guaranteed to have at least five in the immediate neighborhood and eight more if you’re willing to go a little further for a substantial uptick in quality. during a particularly frustrating bit of downtime not longer after the quantum incident, bond strolls into a midnight karate class for no other reason than he’s bored and wants to see what kind of people can only do karate in the middle of the night. it’s a surprisingly friendly bunch, two night shift workers, a sleep-deprived college student, a jumpy little tweaker, and a single mother who decides to do this with her scant two hours of free time weekly. it’s taught by a petite woman who hits with the precision of an architect and used to practice jiu-jitsu competitively until a back strain caused her to switch to a sport with more standing and less rolling around on the ground.

he does try to sleep with her, but they actually end up sharing a platter of nachos in between (fittingly) manhattans at a bar and chatting about differences in karate conditioning techniques and shitty b-movies. the bartender joins in for the latter. he walks away that morning to another endless round of negotiation with the cia feeling strangely refreshed for a man who got no sleep and no sex.

bond ends up censoring his new york reports more than any other locale, not because missions go wrong in new york more often than anywhere else, but because they tend to go wrong in utterly baffling and sometimes embarrassing ways when he’s in new york. in the reports, he changes the timely plague mask-wearing flash mob that allowed him to escape his pursuer to a traffic jam, the girl wearing a dress made of lettuce that beat a terrorist into submission with her tomato purse into a well-placed police officer, the message he got painted on his nails in gold glitter to a simple note (it worked, the fsb searched him and found nothing and apparently manicured men in brioni are common enough in the city that no one even gave him a second look). new york is many things, but it spits on the dignity of the profession.

felix hates new york, hilariously. he calls it “the big asshole.” he hates the garbage sitting out on the streets, the way you can never tell whether a puddle is rain or urine, the flimsy little metrocards, the food deserts, the traffic, my god, the traffic. (bond has to agree: it’s bad. he once walked to laguardia instead of waiting for a taxi.) the only places he hates more than new york are minnesota and south sudan, which are the foreseeable consequences of a boy from texas spending his first winter away from home in the midwest and being a sane person with a functioning sense of smell. but for some reason, international criminals turn up in new york a lot more often than they do in ann arbor or south sudan, so felix has no choice but to spend sometimes weeks or months at a time in his third-least-favorite place in the world.

(bond knows why he really hates new york: in 2003 he was chasing a jewel smuggler and ran straight into a fruit cart. he was washing fruit juice out from behind his ears for a week and he lost the target. after that, anyone would hate this place.)

when bond is in midtown west, he makes a point of stopping by the trenta tre pizzeria, which boasts pizza that isn’t oily, isn’t too chewy or crisp, and boasts a sauce with a salty-to-sweet balance of flavors that make his eyes roll back in his head. he’s had the real deal, pizza lovingly crafted by hand, topped with buffalo mozzarella, and wood-fired in a tiny neapolitan back room. he knows better than to tell an italian--or anyone who he needs to think of him as a well-traveled sophisticate--but he prefers this.

coincidentally, the pizzeria is located next to a bodega that displays its fruit on wooden stands on the sidewalk. behind the peaches lives a cat, well-fed and sleek and a shameless thief of chicken parm pizza toppings. he doesn’t know her name--the owner is from rural ethiopia and doesn’t speak english, mandarin, arabic, french, german, spanish, russian, or any of the four other languages bond speaks--but in his head he’s named her selina after that greatest of feline burglars, catwoman. selina is good company after a violent mission, and almost never sheds on him, which is more than he can say about the other cats in his life. if he lingers after the pizza to pet her a little longer, no one needs to know.

the events, the new trends, the previews, the releases, blah blah blah. the access is touted more than it actually matters. he’s sure that- if he actually lived in new york he would appreciate the convenience of dwelling in the obligatory stop of every tour and the go-to place to drum up media attention. but he doesn’t and he has enough frequent flier miles that his grandchildren will probably be getting complimentary upgrades and if he really wants to be at the premiere of a much-hyped performance of la traviata he’ll make it there somehow. he does notice that the access has given new yorkers a strange sense entitlement--when a fashionable event happens someplace other than new york, the resentment is deeper, the sense of loss sharper--as if everything important should happen in new york. still. he brings home a tea flavored with the newly discovered ruby chocolate months before it becomes widely available as a souvenir for q. there are compensations. 

when q finally punches down his fear of air travel for long enough to make it to new york, bond keeps him out of manhattan. they drift around brooklyn and queens, wandering streets balanced on the knife edge of an existence that is almost suburban--dogs everywhere and strollers between the specialty shops and markets. they sit in a soda fountain famous for its egg creams and share a sundae named after elvis. q orders three different sodas--he’s a connoisseur of exotic beverages--and pronounces the house blend the best cherry soda he’s ever tasted. bond smiles at him around his ice cream float. the place is packed, every seat filled, but here, at a little round table tucked into the corner, he and q might as well be invisible, being aggressively ignored by everyone except the soda jerks. just two people, forcefully alone together. the last two people in the world.

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Titles for All Of Yourneeds

Public domain image blog. Later titles for Muslim rulers were emir and sultan. Other Muslim titles include sherif, a hereditary title; pasha and bey, originally military titles but later given as a civilian nonhereditary honor; and sheikh, a title of respect variously given to tribal chiefs, heads of religious orders and colleges, and town mayors. A complete searchable and filterable list of all Titles in World of Warcraft: Shadowlands. Always up to date with the latest patch (9.0.2).

This is the complete Dictionary of Occupational Titles (DOT) revised fourth edition, as supplied electronically by the US Dept. of Labor, provided, as a public service, by

ITA, makers of DOT and O*Net for Windows.

You can find a job title and job description in a number of ways. To browse by job category, click on the CONTENTS tab above. To browse the alphabetical index click on a letter of the alphabet at left. Or search for anything by clicking the SEARCH button above or the ? button at left.

Bibliographic Citation

National Academy of Sciences, Committee on Occupational Classification and Analysis. DICTIONARY OF OCCUPATIONAL TITLES (DOT): PART I - CURRENT POPULATION SURVEY, APRIL 1971, AUGMENTED WITH DOT CHARACTERISTICS, AND PART II - FOURTH EDITION DICTIONARY OF DOT SCORES FOR 1970 CENSUS CATEGORIES (Computer file). Washington, DC: U.S. Dept. of Commerce, Bureau of the Census (producer), 197?. Ann Arbor, MI: Inter-university Consortium for Political and Social Research (distributor), 1981.

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Miller, Ann R., Trieman, Donald J., Cain, Pamela S. and Patricia A. Roos (eds.). 1980 WORK, JOBS, AND OCCUPATIONS: A CRITICAL REVIEW OF THE DICTIONARY OF OCCUPATIONAL TITLES (Final report to the U.S. Dept. of Labor from the Committee on Occupational Classification and Analysis). Washington, DC: National Academy Press.

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Title

InProperty Law, a comprehensive term referring to the legal basis of the ownership of property, encompassing real andPersonal Propertyand intangible and tangible interests therein; also a document serving as evidence of ownership of property, such as the certificate of title to a motor vehicle.

In regard to legislation, the heading or preliminary part of a particular statute that designates the name by which that act is known.

In the law ofTrademarks, the name of an item that may be used exclusively by an individual for identification purposes to indicate the quality and origin of the item.

In the law of property, title in its broadest sense refers to all rights that can be secured and enjoyed under the law. It is frequently synonymous with absolute ownership. Title to property ordinarily signifies an estate in fee simple, which means that the holder has full and absolute ownership. The term does not necessarily imply absolute ownership, however; it can also mean mere possession or the right thereof.

The title of a statute is ordinarily prefixed to the text of a statute in the form of a concise summary of its contents, such as 'An act for the prevention of the abuse of narcotics.' Other statutes are given titles that briefly describe the subject matter, such as the 'Americans with Disabilities Act.' State constitutions commonly provide that every bill introduced in the state legislature must have a single subject expressed by the bill's title. Congress is under no such restriction under the U.S. Constitution, but House and Senate rules do have some guidelines for federal bills and statutes. Many, though not all, federal statutes have titles. How to use function generator.

Under trademark law, if a publisher adopts a name, or title, for a magazine and uses it extensively in compliance with the law, the publisher may acquire a right to be protected in the exclusive use of that title. A trademark of the title can only be acquired through actual use of the title in connection with the goods, in this example, the magazine. Merely planning to use the title does not give rise to legally enforceable trademark rights.

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Title Insurance; Title Search.

West's Encyclopedia of American Law, edition 2. Copyright 2008 The Gale Group, Inc. All rights reserved.

title

n. 1) ownership of real property or personal property, which stands against the right of anyone else to claim the property. In real property title is evidenced by a deed (or judgment of distribution from an estate) or other appropriate document recorded in the public records of the county. Title to personal property is generally shown by possession, particularly when no proof or strong evidence exists showing that the property is belongs to another, or that it has been stolen or known to be lost by another. In the case of automobiles and other vehicles title is registered with the state's Department of Motor Vehicles, which issues a title document ('pink slip') to the owner. 2) the name for one's position in a business or organization, such as president, general manager, Mayor, Governor, Duke. 3) the name for a legal case, such as Eugene Chan v. Runabout Taxi Company, Inc. which is part of the 'caption' of the case. (See: real property, personal property, title search, pink slip, caption)

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title

in general terms a title to an asset relates both to a person's right to enjoyment of that asset and the means by which that right has accrued and by which it is evidenced. Thus, for example, a stock or share certificate is evidence of the right of the person named therein to ownership of the specified amount of stock or shares. In relation to land, titles may be either registered or unregistered. The Land Registration Act 1925 provides for four types of registered title, each backed up by a state guarantee; the different types of title correspond to the extent of that guarantee. These are an absolute title, a good leasehold title,

a possessory title and a qualified title. Registration with an absolute FREEHOLD or leasehold title confers a full guarantee against claims arising before or after first registration; registration with a good leasehold guarantees that the LEASE is valid but does not guarantee that the freehold or other superior interest out of which the grant was made is valid; registration with a qualified title guarantees against all claims except those deriving from a specified instrument or specified circumstances.

In the case of land subject to the Land Registration Acts, a proprietor's title is constituted by the entry of his name on the register; the LAND CERTIFICATE that is issued constitutes evidence of that title.

In the case of land not subject to the Land Registration Acts (see UNREGISTERED LAND), title is shown by tracing transactions affecting the land from deeds that constitute a good root of title, ending with the deeds transferring the land to the current owner. The deeds relating to each of these transactions are referred to as links in what is known as the chain of title; the last link, obviously, is the conveyance to the current owner. For a deed to qualify as a good root, it must:

(1) deal with the whole legal and beneficial interest in the land;

(2) cast no doubt on the validity of the title;

(3) relate to a transaction for valuable consideration; and

(4) relate to a transaction effected at least 15 years before the date of the transaction sought to be effected.

In relation to GOODS, an inaccurate summary of the detailed legal rule that follows would be to say that a seller or supplier in relation to other suppliers of goods promises the buyer that the buyer will be the owner of the goods and be able to enjoy the fruits of that ownership. In a contract of sale of goods other than one in which there appears from the contract or is to be inferred from its circumstances an intention that the seller should transfer only such title as he or a third person may have, there is an implied condition on the part of the seller that in the case of a sale he has a right to sell the goods and in the case of an agreement to sell he will have such a right at the time the property is to pass. There is also an implied warranty that:

(1) the goods are free, and will remain free until the time when the property is to pass, from any charge or encumbrance not disclosed or known to the buyer before the contract is made;

(2) the buyer will enjoy quiet possession of the goods except so far as it may be disturbed by the owner or other person entitled to the benefit of any charge or encumbrance so disclosed or known.

In a contract where it appears from the contract or is to be inferred from its circumstances that there is an intention that the seller should transfer only such title as a third person may have, there is an implied warranty that all charges or encumbrances known to the seller have been disclosed to the buyer before the contract is made. In such a contract there is also an implied warranty that none of the following will disturb the buyer's quiet possession of the goods, namely: Chapter 2dynamicsmr.s learning website.

(1) the seller;

(2) in a case where the parties to the contract intend that the seller should transfer only such title as a third person may have, that person;

(3) anyone claiming through the seller or that third person otherwise than under a charge or encumbrance disclosed or known buyer before the contract is made.

TITLE, legislation That part of an act of the legislature by which it is known, and distinguished from other acts the name of the act. 2. A practice has prevailed of late years to crowd into the same act a mass of heterogeneous matter, so that it is almost impossible to describe, or even to allude to it in the title of the act. This practice has rendered the title of little importance, yet, in some cases, it is material in the construction of an act. 7 East, R. 132, 134; 2 Cranch, 386. See Lord Raym. 77; Hard. 324; Barr. on the Stat. 499, n.

TITLE, persons. Titles are distinctions by which a person is known. 2. The constitution of the United States forbids the tyrant by the United States, or any state of any title of nobility. (q.v.) Titles are bestowed by courtesy on certain officers; the president of the United States sometimes receives the title of excellency; judges and members of congress that of honorable; and members of the bar and justices of the peace are called esquires. Cooper's, Justinian, 416'; Brackenridge's Law Miscell. Index, h.t. 3. Titles are assumed by foreign princes, and, among their subjects they may exact these marks of honor, but in their intercourse with foreign nations they are not entitled to them as a matter of right. Wheat. Intern. Law, pt. 2, c. 3, Sec. 6.

TITLE, literature. The particular division of a subject, as a law, a book, and the like; for example, Digest, book 1, title 2; for the law relating to bills of exchange, see Bacon's Abridgment, title Merchant.

TITLE, rights. The name of a newspaper a book, and the like. 2. The owner of a newspaper, having particular title, has a right to such title, an an injunction will lie to prevent its use un lawfully by another. 8 Paige, 75. See Pardess. n. 170.

TITLE, pleading, rights. The right of action which the plaintiff has; the declaration must show the plaintiff's title, and if such title be not shown in that instrument, the defect cannot be cured by any of the future pleadings. Bac. Ab. Pleas, &c. B 1.

A Law Dictionary, Adapted to the Constitution and Laws of the United States. By John Bouvier. Published 1856.

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Soldes Disney Captain America

Adopter cela le long de l'enseignant, l'élève, l'école, ou un parent ou un ami de l'Emerging Artist-ils apprécieront vos encouragements. La manipulation de la surface et le point de rendre pousse le processus vers quelque chose de presque picturale pour moi. Il est un symbole que, même dans le plus dur des fois, la force de l'amour d'un couple ne faiblit jamais, 'de Beers a déclaré Jouets de princesse Disney dans un communiqué de presse au sujet de la nouvelle concept. La plupart des gens seraient liste les taxis, gratte-ciel, des foules et des foules de gens, et d'autres signifiants du paysage urbain ultime.J'ai un baccalauréat en design graphique à l'Institut de technologie de Rochester à Rochester, New York. -à-Carlos Santana, Carrie Underwood, Eric Clapton, John Mayer et Keith Richards), artiste princesse disney brune Porter votre musique. le 4 Novembre, Georgina Chapman a dévoilé une collection en édition limitée de la bijouterie fine imprégnée de la couleur, chargé de l'énergie et sur la base de conceptions qui agitent l'imagination à travers les générations.Voici quelques-uns de nos propres constatations de serpent préférés. Barbara or 18K blé sonne sont Jouets de princesse Disney modifiés à partir d'un parc Central weed appelé dicotylédones plantain trouvez-vous votre. Dennis a choisi d'orfèvrerie; il a sélectionné des coupures de l' Disney Lot De 6 Pailles Flexibles Princesse Sofia à Prix Jamais Vus, définissez-les dans les anneaux et pendentifs, et vendu à ses professeurs. Un futur post sera consacrée à la seconde place Gagnants et finalistes, dont le travail a été aussi remarquables. En 2008, elle a reçu le titre de l'artiste du peuple de la Fédération de Russie et est devenue la première danseuse russe a conféré le titre du Ballet de la Scala Company étoile. 'Cet été, la société a annoncé le lancement d'un luxe, E-boutique de marque ciblée.Jose Lins de Renton, WA, 2013 Première place-ArtistSherry émergents Wan de Ann Arbor, MI, 2012 Première place-ArtistLam émergents Nguyen de CARROLLTON, TX, 2011 Première place-ArtistPaige émergents Munroe de Ann Arbor, MI, 2010 Première place-artiste émergent. J'adore les magasins d'antiquités, les marchés aux puces et indésirable de ventes. he hoops engouement dirigé pour Le Hills aussi, avec la star Kristin Cavallari accentuant une robe de tube d'argent pailleté avec gunmetal et diamant boucles d'oreilles par Sutra et de la reine de l'adolescence d'un grand brassard bracelet. Ils offrent également un service de registre nuptiale. Son vente privee parc disney affiche une étonnante baie circulaire de Jasper, en nous rendant souhaitez camper dans le milieu du Colorado Disney Marvel Spider-Man magnifique désert. www.boutique-disney.com/jouets/peluches-disney-boutique

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I deplane and stroll past the baggage claim because I’ve crammed four days worth of supplies into a backpack.

I'm staying in a moderately fancy hotel downtown, but tonight I direct the cab driver towards my old neighborhood. I don’t have much of a plan once I’m out on the street. Everything has gotten fancy, I barely recognize the place. Strange what five years can do.

I enter an inoffensive looking bar. The interior has been meticulously crafted to look like a reading room of yore, books lining the walls, probably glued in. It appears to be one of those places that serves coffee during the day and booze at night.

I sit at the bar and request their cheapest glass of white wine. I ask if this place is new. Yes, says the youngish-looking bartender with an immaculately sculpted mustache. He tells me I don’t seem new.

Is that a dig at my age? 33 isn’t that old, but I’m definitely older than him. For most of my life, bartenders were older than me (duh), but then at some point, all at once and without me noticing, it flipped. They're all younger than me now. It's weird.

"No," I tell him, "I lived here. Not anymore, but I used to." Back before it was cool, I’m tempted to add. But I don’t, because, you know, it's cooler not to acknowledge things.

Someone yells something in Spanish and the bartender retreats to the kitchen. I feel someone looking at me. It’s a sensitive-looking man with glasses (redundant?). Attractive enough. He's sitting at one of the small tables near the front. He sees me looking at him and his eyes return to his sketchpad.

The only other people in the bar are a couple quietly fighting in the back corner. I stand and shuttle my wine glass over to the table next to Mr. Sketchpad. He’s practicing calligraphy with a brush pen. "Hello," I say. I'm sure he wants me to ask about all this calligraphy stuff.

He introduces himself. I forget his name immediately.

"Nice to meet you." I don’t tell him my name. Guys always tell me it’s a pretty name, unusual, they’ve never met a girl with that name, blah blah. Yes, sure, that's nice of you. My name isn't something I had any say in. But it's great for SEO, ha ha ha.

He says if I tell him my name, he’ll write it out in calligraphy. I'm tempted to ask if the third graders were impressed by this routine, but I don't say it because I'm being nice.

There was a miscommunication with the conference organizers and I was booked on a flight that arrived the night before my hotel reservation starts. I probably could have made a fuss about it, but that’s not really my style. So, worst case scenario, I pay for one night in a hotel. But I decided to see this as a challenge.

I lie and tell him my name is Rose. "That's a pretty name. Unusual," he tells me.

We get to talking. The boy is like the bar, he works for a financial institution during the day, and he's an artist during the evenings. But he’s cute and he buys me another glass of wine. I don’t really remember the conversation, but it must have gone well.

After a third glass I’m a little buzzed and he makes some excuse for me to come back to his place. Like, you should see my art, I think you’d appreciate it. "Yeah, okay." So we’re walking outside together. I ask him where we’re going, and I take the lead. I want to prove that I know this place, that I belong here.

I used to live on this block. And I want to see the building I used to live in. It’s on the way, sorta. Of course, I’m not planning on saying this to the guy, that I want to have a little nostalgia break on the way to get laid. Don't wanna get all rhapsodic about the old neighborhood in front of this kid.

And so then we’re on my street. There’s a new ugly condo building on the corner. I approach my old address, which is right in the middle of the block, but this feels wrong. Something is off.

I get closer and see that it’s not just that something is off. The entire building is gone. Completely demolished. There’s a rubble strewn lot in its place.

And suddenly, I have a flood of memories. I remember the creaky hardwood floors. The pipes that rattled like crazy in the winter. The way Luke (he's important, but I'll get into him later) would announce his arrival over the building's buzzer with animals noises. But there's no more buzzer. No more creaky hardwood floors. No more pipes.

And now I’m feeling weirdly emotional. This wasn’t meant to happen. Calligraphy guy asks what’s up, he seems to think he did something wrong. I’ve stopped walking, my mouth is hanging open. Nothing, I tell him.

A few more blocks and we're at his apartment. He warns me that his room is a mess. I’m still in a daze, and a little drunk, but not so much that I don’t notice that he has framed movie posters for a few movies that, if I'm mistaken, were all directed by Christopher Nolan.

Clothes come off. He asks if I wanted to know what his tattoos mean. Because, in his words, "Most girls do."

I decline.

The sex isn’t memorable. My mind keeps going back to the missing building. If you’ve read this far because you wanted to read a hot sex scene, I’m sorry. But I promise there is more sex coming.

I don’t sleep well. When the sun is up, I stand up and get dressed. I thought the boy might wake up, but he doesn’t, and I’m fine with that. I pick up my bag and slip out of his bedroom.

I pass through the kitchen on the way out and pause. I decide to take something to remember this little tryst. It’s sort of a bad habit, I guess. I open a drawer and find it full of Taco Bell hot sauce packets. Like, jam-packed full. I lower my estimate for the age of this person I just spent the night with.

I take a hot sauce, close the drawer, and leave.

I take a taxi over to the fancy hotel where I am allowed to check into my room. I take a shower. I lay down and enjoy the quiet for a moment. I try to do my meditation exercise but it doesn't work.

My phone starts buzzing. It’s Cindy. "Where are you? Ross is being a weirdo." I've known Cindy for a long time and she's always been very good to me. I muster the strength to be social.

I go downstairs and take an escalator over to the adjoining building where the conference is taking place.

I pick up my badge. The volunteer at the registration table asks for my name. I provide it. "What an unusual name! That's so beautiful.”

I place the lanyard around my neck and take my tote bag of branded knick-knacks and walk over to the atrium where there’s free coffee.

A few colleagues recognize me and wave me over. For simplicity’s sake, I’m just going to call all of them Ross, because any of them could be a Ross, and none of them really have any distinguishing characteristics that make them important to the story.

I say hello to Ross, Ross, and Ross. Ross introduces his friends, whose names I forget.

"We were just talking about you," says Ross. "You weren’t at the mixer last night."

"No, I had other plans."

“Such a rebel," says the other Ross.

"Darren’s talk is starting in a few minutes, you guys want to head over?" asks Ross.

"Oh, you have to come to Darren’s talk," says Ross, leaning towards me conspiratorially.

“Yeah, okay."

Darren is a big name in this world and has a reputation for being kind of a pompous asshole. I follow the others into the big auditorium for his session. We sit in a row of empty seats near the back. I open the program. There's a big glossy picture of Darren. This is apparently the keynote.

Darren takes the stage to thunderous applause. He has a confident stride. He's in his 40s or maybe early 50s. But handsome, in sort of a hot professor way. But like a hot professor that goes to the gym a lot. The room is silent.

"All the data of my youth is lost," he announces in a provocative tone. The slide behind him changes.

"It was never recorded,” he continues.

He loses me somewhere in the next minute. I start to dig through the bag of branded freebies. There’s some truly tone-deaf choices this year. There’s a condom in a wrapper that says, Don’t miss your target with Berkman Research Services. The text is small so I’m holding it close to my face.

As I’m staring at this, a voice whispers, “I thought I’d find you here." I'm startled and drop the condom.

Standing in the aisle next to me is a guy with a familiar face. He sits down in the empty seat behind me. I think I've met him before, but I can’t remember his name.

“I’m Joe, by the way.”

I pick up the condom I dropped and quickly shove it in my jacket pocket. Remember this moment. This is Chekhov's condom.

I say hello. I must have had a quizzical look on my face, because he quickly adds that we've met before, at the Interaction Summit in Ann Arbor.

I tell him it’s good to see him again, even though I don’t quite remember him. I resume digging through the bag.

“This guy is kind of pompous, huh?” asks Joe. Ah, I guess we’re still having a conversation.

“He’s okay.”

I find a pad of paper with the name of a company that offers gamification services printed across the top. I think of the empty lot where there was once a building I lived in. I try to remember the building. I start drawing. Were there two windows across, or three? Two, I think. Three stories or four? Three, I think. I have a pretty good rendering before the keynote is even over. When I look up, the screens are showing a line from an e e cummings poem. Why? I couldn't tell you.

I start to think of the other important buildings from my time in this city. Suddenly, the idea of cataloging these relics of my past feels very important. I will need to visit them. I will have to make sure they’re okay.

As the day presses on, I continue from room to room to see speakers. But now I'm feeling sad and nostalgic and that's a powerful combination.

Here's my list:

The Basement.

The first place I lived alone. This is the one that has been demolished. RIP. I draw a line through the name.

Party City.

The name my roommates gave to the first apartment we lived in that wasn’t a dormitory. The name is a misnomer. We didn't party very much.

The Model.

The bar where I learned how to be a person at a bar. It was ideal for its proximity to Party City.

The Studio.

When I was in college, this was my second home. It was a rickety old building connected to the college where all the painters and illustrators had desks. That was back in my previous life when I thought I was going to be an illustrator.

Luke's Apartment.

Also known as The Cohabitation Experiment. Luke lived here. I moved in. We lived together for three years. I moved out. I know I said I'd tell you more about Luke, but that's enough to get the idea, right?

Tonight, I will visit Party City. First I go up to my hotel room to drop off the swag bag. As I'm heading back out through the lobby, I run into Joe.

"Hey, I’m glad I ran into you! We’re about to get dinner if you want to join us."

I don't slow down as I pass him. "Sorry, not tonight!"

I lived at Party City until I was 23. We had two refrigerators and roof access. There was on an air vent on the roof that was connected to the pizza franchise on the ground floor. It would constantly blow out pizza-flavored air. I used to joke that if you stood in front of it for ten minutes with your mouth open, you would feel full.

The subway goes above ground, rounds a corner, and I can already see the empty lot where Party City should be. I get off to survey the damage.

No more refrigerators. No more roof access. No more pizza-flavored air. Just rubble.

RIP. I cross it off the list and walk down the street. This trip is a twofer. The Model is two blocks away. But of course, The Model is also gone. This one is less shocking; if cocaine was flammable, it would have burned down years ago. But there's not even any remnants of it. If you didn't know it had been here, you might think this had always been an empty lot.

I cross The Model off the list and go back to the hotel. Three down, two to go.

As I'm walking down the hall towards my hotel room, I freeze. There's something on the floor in front of my door. As I get closer, I can see it's a pile of at least a hundred pennies.

What-the-fuck.

This is creepy, I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean, but I don’t want it to be interpreted as some passive-aggressive tip for the staff, so I pick up all the pennies and bring them in.

I'm not feeling very sociable, but Cindy keeps texting me. First, that I should come to the party. Then that they have been kicked out of the party. Finally, she wants to know if she can come hang out in my room? That I can oblige. Cindy will be a nice distraction. Maybe she can decode the meaning of my past homes being vanished.

I reconsider this plan when a very drunk Cindy shows up at my door. She's slurring her speech and laughing way more than usual. "You have to see this, the boys were showing me." She brushes past me and grabs the TV remote off the nightstand. I'm not sure who "the boys" are. Ross and his friends?

She turns on the TV and manages to locate the hotel's adult movie offerings. "That was eight clicks," she says. Despite her drunkenness, she's still very observant.

She makes a selection and the cursor now hovers over a button that says continue. "Now what do you think would happen when you press this?"

"Don't press it," I say.

She presses it, and a scene with two women undressing each other starts to play. "No price! No confirmation!" Cindy is righteously angry.

"How much was that?"

"It's all expenses paid, relax."

Cindy hops on the bed next to me and I immediately get a weird feeling. Is she flirting with me? If this were a short story written by a pervy dude, we’d definitely start making out.

I pick up the remote and turn off the TV. "I'd love to watch lesbian movies all night, but I'm tired and I have to give a talk tomorrow, remember?"

Cindy leaps up and starts dancing around the room in a detached way, like she's been totally out of it this whole time. It's actually pretty convincing, maybe she really is totally out of it. After a few minutes of her dancing while I pretend to read emails on my phone, she tells me I'm no fun, giggles, and departs.

I'm happy to be alone again, but I immediately turn sad. I try to do my meditation exercise but it doesn't work.

I send a text to Luke: "Has your apartment been demolished?"

I haven't actually spoken to Luke in three years. I know this because I can see the previous message I sent to him. It was wishing him a happy birthday three years ago.

He responds a few minutes later. "It still stands."

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure because I am in it."

"I'll believe it when I see it." As soon as I press send I regret it. It sounds flirtatious. Right? Maybe I'm over thinking it.

"Are you in town?"

Is it bad that he knows I'm in town? Maybe not, I'm more worried about what ideas he might have for me.

"Sorta, yes. For a conference." I press send, but that doesn't feel like enough. I need to close this window before something flies out. I quickly add "I don't really have time to go out and stuff."

The dots appear to indicate that Luke is typing a message. Then they disappear. Then they appear again and stay for a while. Then they disappear again. Then they appear again and disappear again. Then a long pause. I start to type a message, but the dots appear, so I erase what I had typed. But then the dots disappear again.

I take some initiative and type, "We're not going to meet up."

"We'll see."

He knows I hate that expression. Am I being manipulated? Because now, a part of my brain wants him to talk me into it. This part of my brain needs to be shut off for the next few days. I definitely should not see Luke.

I sleep restlessly.

In the morning I find my way to the table with the free coffee. Joe spots me and says I shouldn't have left early. The drinks were really good. And something funny happened. He tells a long story that never seems to arrive at a punchline.

My talk is in the afternoon and it's a new one, so I feel like I should rehearse it. After I've had a few cups of coffee, I say bye to Joe and head back upstairs.

I rehearse for about five minutes then I'm bored with it. I head downstairs, out, and towards the subway. I tell myself I will rehearse more on the train. I don't.

I arrive at my old campus. They seem to have done well for themselves in the years since I graduated. Everything looks a little cleaner and their old bad logo has been replaced with a slightly better but still bad logo. I walk around the block to see The Studio, number four on my list.

The Studio is gone, of course. In its place is a courtyard. At least it's not an empty lot. A college-age kid on a skateboard rides through what used to be the front entrance.

The Studio was a special place, because I could go there at any hour and run into people I knew, and everyone had their own thing. Everyone was working hard on their art. Which is such a stupidly optimistic thing, it hurts my heart to think about. Of course it couldn't last. This place was demolished in my head the day I graduated and they took away my keycard. And if pressed, I'd probably admit that I've been looking for that kind of community ever since and I haven't found it.

I cross off The Studio. Four down, one to go.

I'm feeling maudlin and I stupidly text Luke. My text is a little embarrassing, but the gist is that the city has changed a lot.

"Yeah. Parts."

I consider that Luke is fucking with me. He could be living in a completely different city, and when I show up at his place, it'll be another empty lot. Maybe I should just throw myself fully into the conference. This is the community I have.

I take the subway back. I have an hour before my talk, so I head towards the room I'll be speaking in. Joe sees me in the hall and comes over.

"I haven't seen you around the conference too much."

"Yeah. I guess I've had some extracurricular activities."

"That sounds interesting. If you need company—"

"No, thank you, that's nice but it's really more of a solo thing."

"Well, good luck with your talk."

The talk goes well. I'm a little distracted.

I’ll always live in the shadow of my first talk. It was a viral success, as much as these things can be. It was called Always Pick Up The Penny but that's really just a small part of it. It's about finding purpose in small mindless things.

It helps that I was young and attractive (by UX conference standards). It’s funny (by UX conference standards) and it’s philosophical in a way that’s just deep enough to seem deep to people that don’t think about philosophy too often. People always want to talk to me about it. It’s the reason I still get invited to speak at a few conferences each year.

And I'm the first to admit that my subsequent talks have been lackluster in comparison.

During the Q&A segment, there's a question pertaining to this previous talk. This happens a lot too. "I was depressed when I wrote that." The audience laughs. Jokes on them, I'm still depressed.

My scheduled block ends and I clear out of the room and I'm surrounded by a small makeshift entourage of friends, fans, and people that are drawn to groups of people. Cindy is there and she's telling me she has organized a dinner for tonight. "You're not allowed to skip!"

I don't skip. The dinner is good, even though I somehow end up seated next to Joe. But the conversation (aided by an open bar) is pleasant. I even end up talking about the missing buildings, in sort of a guarded way.

It's close to midnight when we finally wrap up. Cindy and Ross and a few others are going somewhere else. I tell them I've had enough excitement for one night.

Joe makes me promise I'll come to his talk tomorrow morning at 10 AM. "Sure, I'll be there."

I walk back to the hotel, relieved to finally be alone. As I'm passing the hotel bar, I hesitate. Why do I want to go in?

I sit at the bar. "I'll have a glass of your cheapest white wine."

I scan my surroundings. The bar is pretty empty, I don't recognize anyone. But then I notice Darren. He's alone at the other end up the bar reading a book. Maybe I'm staring a little too long. He looks up and waves. I walk over and sit down next to him.

We say hello. I am flattered that he remembers my name. He doesn't say anything about how unusual or pretty it is.

"What are you reading?"

He holds up a dogeared paperback, Agatha Christie. "I loved these when I was younger. Turns out they're still good."

We don't talk about anything relating to the conference or work. I tell him about my missing buildings. Having previously told this story to Joe, the second telling is much more refined. I think I've almost convinced myself that I'm doing something important.

"Can I get you another drink?" he asks.

I didn't realize I had finished it. I nod.

"Another one of whatever she's having," he says to the bartender.

"The cheapest white wine we serve," the bartender replies.

Darren laughs. "Make that two."

We talk about the end of the universe. Darren explains that the leading theory now is that everything is going to keep expanding forever, and it will keep expanding until even the smallest components are broken apart, and all matter will ultimately be separated forever.

I'm not sure how to respond so I say, "I thought the future would be cooler."

Our glasses are empty again. Darren gives me a look and without exchanging any words, I am now sure we are going to bang.

Darren pays for the drinks and stands. I don't know what to do, so I stand too. He puts his hand on my shoulder it's electric. He must be able to read it on my face pretty easily. He guides me out of the bar.

We walk to the elevators. He scans his card and the penthouse floor lights up. I guess we're going all the way up. This is all so fucking hot. I inch closer to him as the doors start to close.

There's a rumble as the doors are stopped; someone has caught the elevator at the last second. In stumbles Joe.

He sees the two of us and looks confused. He scans his card and sees where we're going. He glances back at me and a look passes over his face. Digust? Dejection? Ugh, maybe all of them. I want to die.

He faces away from us, towards the doors, and I endure the longest elevator ride of my entire life. Joe gets off on his floor and the doors close and I exhale.

Am I too far down this path to turn back? I don't have long to consider this. As soon as the elevator doors close, Darren is all over me like we didn't just witness the most awkward thing ever. I sort of just go along with it. Before the doors open, he reaches up under my dress, grabs my panties, and pulls them down so they fall around my ankles. This is extremely disconcerting for a moment, but then I remember that there's no public hallway at the end of this. I guess this is a move you can do when you're staying in the penthouse.

When the doors open, he rushes out and I take this moment to step out of my panties, pick them up, and awkwardly carry them into the room. He continues to undress me and I ask if he has a condom. He seems put off my this suggestion, but he pulls it together and says he'll have someone at the front desk bring some up. This idea is mortifying.

I remember the freebie condom I stuffed in my jacket pocket. It's still there! I retrieve it and hold it above my head like a gold medal.

The sex is sort of dull and the whole time I'm thinking about the cheap condom and how I hope it doesn't break.

I don't get off, but that's normal. Afterwards, I'm feeling very anxious about pretty much everything, but I don't quite know how to vocalize it. I'm about to say something, but Darren, half awake, interrupts me to say, "You're not staying here, right?"

I only have a second to contemplate this before the room is filled with an ear-splitting noise.

It's the fire alarm. I'm running around hurriedly putting my clothes back on. "We have to go out separately! I'll go first, then wait thirty seconds and then you go." I am dismayed to see Darren hasn't moved at all. He's still on the bed.

"It's not a real alarm," he says.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not a real emergency. I'm not going."

"You're not going? You have to go!"

"I'm staying."

I decide this isn't my problem. The elevators aren't running, so I find the stairs and take them seventeen floors down.

I'm out of breath when I am pointed towards the parking lot, which is full of half-awake hotel guests. I try to avoid the crowd, but a staff member sees me and directs me towards everyone else.

Cindy finds me. "Naughty," she says, smiling.

"What?"

"Your clothes. You didn't go back to your room."

I try to think of an explanation. "I couldn't sleep." It comes out sounding like a question.

"Was it Joe?"

"What? No!"

"You know he's really into you, right?"

"I don't know."

A fire truck arrives, and half an hour later, a concierge appears to apologize and lead us back inside.

"We're very sorry," he says, "it wasn't a real emergency."

I have trouble falling asleep, and when I finally do sleep, it's for too long. It's 10:20 AM when I wake up. I quickly pull myself together and rush down to the conference.

I run into Ross in the hall and he tells me Joe's session was canceled. No one has seen or heard from him today. Weird.

I go to a different session, but I'm distracted the whole time. Am I the reason Joe didn't show up? No, that's way too self-centered.

Next time I'm in the hall, I see Ross talking to two serious looking men. He points toward me.

The men approach and introduce themselves. I forgot their names, but they're detectives. My heart is racing as they lead me into a conference room. I sit down at a table covered in informational packets about the conference.

"We want to ask you some questions about last night." says one of the detectives. He's seated at the table with me. I guess he's the one that does the talking. The other detective seems fidgety. He's pacing around the room and never looks at me.

"Is this about Joe?" Ugh! This is the thing that guilty people always do in movies. But I am feeling guilty.

"Actually, it is. How do you know Joe?"

"We met at a conference last year. I mean, I think we did. I don't remember for sure. I meet a lot of people at conferences."

"Were the two of you romantically involved?"

"No!"

"But maybe there were some feelings there?"

"What? No, I mean, I don't know. What's this about?"

"We'll get to that. When was the last time you saw him?"

Uh oh.

"We were at a dinner for speakers from the conference last night. We talked for a bit."

"Do you remember what you spoke about?"

"Uh, not really. He did say he wanted me to come to his talk."

"Did you go?"

"I, uh, I tried. I overslept, so I was a little late getting there."

"Where did you go after the dinner?"

"I came back to the hotel."

"And then?"

"I went to bed." This is true; I did go to bed eventually.

"You didn't see Joe at the hotel?"

I swallow hard. "No."

"Bullshit!" It's the pacing detective. The seated detective tells him to cool it, then addresses me. "Look, we saw the security camera footage from the elevator. We know you saw him."

Is it possible to blush when all the color has drained out of your face?

Everything spills out. "Okay. I saw Joe. First I met Darren in the hotel bar and we were going back to his room to have sex. Joe saw us in the elevator."

"What was his demeanor?"

"He was upset. He seemed drunk, I guess? He looked a little disheveled. He was carrying a backpack."

"Did he say anything?"

"No."

The pacing detective stops pacing and speaks again. "You chose a MARRIED man over a nice guy who CLEARLY had feeling for you." The seated detective gives him a sour look.

"Married?"

The seated detective flips open one of the packets on the table in front of him. There's a large glossy picture of Darren. The detective taps on a very visible wedding ring in the photo.

I'm not the kind of girl that notices wedding rings. "Am I in trouble?"

"Adultery isn't a crime."

"Can I go?"

"Yes, just stay in this area for the next couple of days."

"I'm catching a plane tonight."

"Well, maybe. We might need to hold you for questioning."

I wander into the hallway in a daze. I try to do my meditation exercise but it doesn't work.

Luke will recenter everything. I'll go to his house to determine if he's fucking with me. If the building is still there, it's a sign. Maybe we'll settle down, have babies. Anything is possible.

I hop on the subway and ride out to Luke's neighborhood. His building is at the top of a hill, so I'm pretty close before I can tell if it's still there.

The buildings on either side have been demolished, but Luke's apartment still stands. I can’t believe it. I take out my phone to take a picture.

The door opens, and an older woman emerges. "You must be from craigslist? You emailed about the bookcase? Come on in."

I'm not sure what to do, but I can't quite formulate a response. The older woman laughs. "I'm sorry, Luke told me to say that. It's good to see you again."

She says my name. I know this person. It's Luke's upstairs neighbor. She was here back when I lived here too.

"Luke left a key for you. He's been expecting you."

"He has?"

I'm flattered and weirded out. She presses a key into my hand.

"Where is he?"

"He's working, but he should be home pretty soon."

I put the key into the lock and open the door. The apartment is just like I remembered it. Like, exactly. It's been meticulously preserved. The bookshelf is still half-empty from when I took all my books when I moved out years ago. Everything is how I left it and I can just pick back up where I left off. It would be so easy. It's not supposed to work like this.

As I wander through the apartment, I think of the Twilight Zone episode where a man finds himself in the perfect town, everything is just as it should be, but there's no people. This is because it's really an alien spaceship and he's part of a zoo now. Why has pop culture trained me to fear this?

Is it too late to turn back?

I hear steps outside and I freeze. Luke. And in an instant I know what I must do. I run towards the back of the building, through the kitchen and out the back door. Normally I'd be boxed in back there, but there's a hole in the fence. It was there when I lived here, and it's still there, because nothing has changed. I crawl through the hole. In the past, this would have put me in the neighbor's backyard and I'd still be trapped, but that building has been demolished, so instead the hole leads to freedom. I run out of the yard and down the hill.

I shouldn't be in this city. I need to get out and not look back. I get on the subway. I try to do my meditation exercise but it doesn't work.

It's at this point that I notice my phone is blowing up. Most messages are vague and discreet, but not Cindy's.

"OMG so sad Joe :(((((( RIP"

The sessions have finished by the time I arrive back at the hotel. Some people are heading out. I run into Ross in the lobby and we say goodbye, then I hurry up to my room. I throw everything in my bag and rush down to the lobby. I'll be at the airport four hours before my flight, that's fine.

I'm heading through the lobby when I notice the detectives sitting on a couch. They're waiting for me. They motion for me to sit down on the couch opposite them. I comply.

"I thought we told you not to go anywhere. Where were you just now?"

I try to explain my building quest to the detectives, but under the scrutiny of the law, it feels juvenile. Of course buildings go away. Who cares? Why am I doing this? These aren't their questions. They're my questions for me.

"We have bad news."

"I know. Joe is dead. What happened?"

"We recovered his body from the river this morning. He drowned."

"Suicide?"

"No, doesn't seem that way. We reviewed the other security footage. From what we can piece together, after your run-in with him in the elevator, he went back downstairs and consumed several drinks at the hotel bar. He then proceeded into a service hall and pulled a fire alarm."

"He set off the fire alarm?"

"We believe he was trying to... uh, interfere with your... coupling. However, that fire alarm was equipped with an ink spray to identify the person who triggered it. It would have covered his hand in purple ink."

"Uh, okay."

"He panicked and fled the hotel. He was spotted near the river by a man named Ross who recognized him from the conference. Our best guess is that he got close to the river via a narrow footpath. He was trying to wash his hand in the river water and fell in."

"That's horrible. I... uh, I didn't think the river was that dangerous."

"Well, he was intoxicated, which is quite common in drowning victims. But he was also wearing a backpack with hundreds of rolls of pennies in it. That weighed him down."

"There was a pile of pennies outside my room a couple nights ago."

"We know. We believe he was planning some sort of big romantic gesture."

"Really? What?"

"We're not at liberty to say. Anyway, sorry for your loss. You're free to go."

As I'm standing, I hear my name. Someone from the hotel is waiting to intercept me before I can leave. "I just wanted to let you know, your credit card is going to be billed for your adult entertainment selection. The organizers are not covering the charge." The detectives pretend like they didn't overhear this.

I hit my breaking point. "The user experience of your in-room entertainment system is awful!" And for the first time in a long time, I start crying.

I'm very early for my flight.

Waiting in the security line, I look at Twitter. People are posting about how the conference changed them. I could do that too, and I'd be able to share some juicy specifics. But no one ever shares the real stuff.

Someone has shared a picture from Darren's keynote. It's the part where he is standing in front of a slide with some poetry on it. It's a verse from e e cummings. "For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea."

I try to do my meditation exercise but it doesn't work.

As I'm going into the body scan machine, the TSA guy reminds me to empty my pockets. I reach in and find a hot sauce packet from Taco Bell.

"What's this for?" he asks.

"You put it on tacos."

"You can't keep it."

I drop it into the bin he's holding towards me, and walk into the machine.

[un-enfant-immature]

Optimus Ride’s Brooklyn self-driving shuttles begin picking up passengers this week

Self-driving startup Optimus Ride will become the first to operate a commercial self-driving service in the state of New York – in Brooklyn. But don’t expect these things to be contending with pedestrians, bike riders, taxis and cars on New York’s busiest roads; instead, they’ll be offering shuttle services within Brooklyn Navy Yards, a 300-acre private commercial development.

The Optimus Ride autonomous vehicles, which have six seats across three rows for passengers, and which also always have both a safety driver and another Optimus staff observer on board, at least for now, will offer service seven days a week, for free, running a service loop that will cover the entire complex. It includes a stop at a new ferry landing on-site, which means a lot of commuters should be able to pretty easily grab a seat in one for their last-mile needs.

Optimus Ride’s shuttles have been in operation in a number of different sites across the U.S., including in Boston, Virginia, California and Massachusetts.

The Brooklyn Navy Yards is a perfect environment for the service, since it plays host to some 10,000 workers, but also includes entirely private roads – which means Optimus Ride doesn’t need to worry about public road rules and regulations in deploying a commercial self-driving service.

May Mobility, an Ann Arbor-based startup also focused on low-speed autonomous shuttles, has deployed in partnership with some smaller cities and on defined bus route paths. The approach of both companies is similar, using relatively simple vehicle designs and serving low-volume ridership in areas where traffic and pedestrian patterns are relatively easy to anticipate.

Commercially viable, fully autonomous robotaxi service for dense urban areas is still a long, long way off – and definitely out of reach for startup and smaller companies in the near-term. Tackling commercial service in controlled environments on a smaller scale is a great way to build the business while bringing in revenue and offering actual value to paying customers at the same time.

[michiganinsuranceagent]

Michigan Requirements for Uber and Lyft Drivers

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Michigan Requirements for Uber and Lyft Drivers

Michigan Minimum Requirements for Drivers of Ridesharing Companies Uber and Lyft

Drivers must be at least 19 years old.

Must have a valid driver’s license issued from Michigan or another state.

A Driver can not have more than four moving violations or one major violation within the last three years.

Drivers can not be listed on the National Sex Offender Public Website.

Drivers can not have any felony convictions within the last five years.

LARA has the authority to audit background records of drivers at any time and other types of records, but not more than twice, annually.

How Michigan Regulates Uber and Lyft drivers

Michigan does not require a chauffeurs license to be an Uber or a Lyft driver. Michigan regulates ride services such as Uber and Lyft under the authority of LARA’s Corporations, Securities, and Commercial Licensing Bureau. Starting March 21, 2017, Michigan will regulate rideshare businesses defined as transportation network companies (TNC), the same as limousine and taxicab carriers, according to the Limousine, Taxicab, and Transportation Network Company Act (PA 345).

Minimum Uber requirements for all vehicles

The model year 2005  or newer.

Minimum of 5-7 Factory-Installed Seatbelts.

4-door car or minivan.

Good condition with no cosmetic damage.

No commercial branding.

Pass the Uber vehicle inspection requirements.

Minimum Lyft requirements for all vehicles

2007 or newer

Four doors

5-8 seats, including the driver’s

Not on the list of ineligible subcompact vehicles

Can not be a taxi or stretch limousine

Not titled as salvage, non-repairable, rebuilt or any other equivalent classification

Lyft minimum age requirements for drivers are 21 unless you drive in the following Michigan areas, then you will need to be 25.

Ann Arbor

Detroit

Flint

Grand Rapids

Jackson

Northern Michigan 

Saginaw

Upper Peninsula

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$50,000 in liability coverage for collisions that happen between pre-arranged trips – that is, while the driver is waiting for the next customer.

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For businesses, China’s virus fans fear and uncertainty

China’s worst health crisis in years has sparked fear and uncertainty for businesses from North America to Asia that depend on trade in the affected region.

Experts say it’s too soon to know how disruptive the crisis will prove. But it’s already having an impact.

McDonald’s has shuttered restaurants in five Chinese cities, including the inland port city of Wuhan where the crisis is centered. Shanghai Disneyland has temporarily closed as a precaution. Restrictions on travel and fears of flying to the region are threatening to depress demand for oil and jet fuel just as China’s Lunar New Year is beginning.

In a sign of China’s vast economic reach, even niche companies in America have begun feeling squeezed. In Houston, Rockstar Wigs worries that production delays in China will delay shipments. Omaha, Nebraska-based Home Instead Health Care has stopped sending caregivers to the homes of elderly clients in Wuhan.

So far, there are 830 confirmed cases of the virus and 26 deaths. Wuhan and 12 other Chinese cities are on lockdown, isolating a combined population of more than 36 million.

“Personally, I now cannot go to Wuhan to negotiate new orders, meet with new vendors, take foreign companies for supplier visits, and visit trade shows,” said Stanley Chao, a consultant in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, who helps foreign companies do business in China. “I may lose three to five trips to China, which is my bread and butter. In turn, my team in China cannot work, and I may have to temporarily lay them off for a while.”

So far at least, the virus appears to be less lethal than the SARS outbreak of 2003, which killed hundreds, though it is too soon to say for sure. And Beijing has apparently been more forthcoming about the health risks this time, leaving less room for panic-inducing rumors to take hold.

“The authorities are sharing more information,” said Kent Kedl, partner at the consultancy Control Risks responsible for Greater China. “They’re getting out in front of it.’’

Moreover, because the outbreak coincides with the Lunar New Year holiday, many businesses are closed as tens of millions of migrant workers return from big cities to their hometowns in the countryside.

Still, Wuhan is a central hub for China. Isolating the region could devastate Chinese production in automobiles, aviation, high-tech mechanical and electrical manufacturing, said Ahmed Rahman, an economist at Lehigh University.

“Its central role in facilitating exchange between the Chinese hinterlands and the rest of the planet cannot be overstated,” Rahman said. “Arguably, out of all the regions of China, closing off Wuhan may be the most disruptive to the global economy.”

Tourism could be hurt, too, because of the region’s many flights to Bangkok and Tokyo.

Many businesses are scrambling to contain the potential damage.

McDonald’s said it has closed all of its restaurants in five cities in Hubei province — Wuhan, Ezhou, Huanggang, Qianjiang and Xiantao — until further notice. Its operations are running in other cities in Hubei where public transportation is available.

The fast-food giant is also taking the temperature of all employees when they arrive at work and sending anyone with a fever or cold symptoms home. Delivery drivers are required to wear masks. McDonald’s is also disinfecting high-contact surfaces more frequently at its Chinese establishments, including tables, chairs door handles and self-ordering kiosks.

The Shanghai Disney Resort announced Friday that it is temporarily closing Shanghai Disneyland “in response to the prevention and control of the disease outbreak and in order to ensure the health and safety of our guests.”

Ford, General Motors and Fiat Chrysler all have restricted travel to Wuhan and other parts of China affected by the virus. Most auto factories, though, remain closed for the Chinese New Year and haven’t been affected yet. Ford said in a statement that it has a special team monitoring the situation.

Fiat Chrysler has banned corporate travel in areas locked down by the Chinese government due to the virus, while GM has restricted travel to all of China unless it is “business critical and approved in advance,” a company statement said.

Home Instead Senior Care, based in Omaha, Nebraska, which sends caregivers to tend to elderly clients, has suspended service to its six or seven clients in Wuhan — after arranging for their families to take care of them. The company has 70 clients in the southern city of Shenzhen, where the virus has yet to strike. But worried clients there are already telling caregivers to avoid public transportation. “The clients are saying, ‘Take a taxi so you’re not at risk’” of infection, said company spokeman Dan Wieberg.

At family-owned Rockstar Wigs in Houston, the operations manager, Anna Reger, said she worries that “this could really put us behind this year.”

The company’s wigs, which range from platinum drag queen classics to neon Halloween specials, are hand-stitched with custom designs and special fibers in several Chinese factories where work is currently on hold.

Reger said the company typically starts on thousands of wigs right after Chinese New Year, seeking to be well stocked throughout the year and especially in time for Halloween. She said she’s hoping Chinese authorities can resolve the problem soon.

“I’m not going to let it stress me until we know what we’re dealing with.”

The outbreak arrives just after the United States and China reached a truce in an 18-month trade war that involved the two world’s two biggest economies burying each other’s products in tariffs.

Stuart Shulman, president of Synchronis Medical in Ann Arbor, Michigan, said the Wuhan shutdown is “the double whammy.” Already reeling from tariffs that have devoured as much as 30% of his profits, he now may not have any workers at the Chinese factory where medical gowns are cut and sewn.

“The timing is so catastrophic. I don’t think a lot of people understand the situation,” Shulman said. Because workers have left for the new year holiday, they may not be able to get back to work.

Restrictions on travel and fears about flying to the region could take a toll on demand for oil, gasoline and jet fuel. The suspension of public transportation services and quarantine enacted Thursday could cause a short-lived oil demand drop of 50,000 to 70,000 barrels per day in the Hubei province, according to an analysis from S&P Global Platts.

Global oil demand is likely to drop by 150,000 barrels per day in the next two months, but “if a significant economic slowdown were to ensue as a result of the virus spreading, then the overall demand impact could exceed the 700,000 barrels per day,” said Claudio Galimberti, head of demand, refining and agriculture analytics at S&P Global Platts.

The SARS outbreak in 2003 led to a drop of 300,000 barrels of oil per day during the height of the epidemic.

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Wiseman reported from Washington and Mendoza from San Jose, California.

AP writers Tom Krisher in Detroit, Alexandra Olson and Cathy Bussewitz in New York and Dake Kang in Beijing contributed to this report.

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How will flying cars affect the environment?

Flying cars, formally known as electric vertical takeoff and landing aircraft, or VTOLs, may not be suitable for short trips, researchers report.

However, VTOLs—which combine the convenience of vertical takeoff and landing like a helicopter with the efficient aerodynamic flight of an airplane—could play a niche role in sustainable mobility for longer trips, according to the study.

Several companies around the world are developing VTOL prototypes. Flying cars would be especially valuable in congested cities, or in places where there are geographical constraints, as part of a ride-share taxi service, according to study authors.

“To me, it was very surprising to see that VTOLs were competitive with regard to energy use and greenhouse gas emissions in certain scenarios,” says Gregory Keoleian, senior author of the study and director of the Center for Sustainable Systems at U-M’s School for Environment and Sustainability.

“VTOLs with full occupancy could outperform ground-based cars for trips from San Francisco to San Jose or from Detroit to Cleveland, for example,” he says.

Artistic rendering of an electric vertical takeoff and landing taxi cruising through an urban center. (Credit: Dave Brenner/U. of Michigan School for Environment and Sustainability.)

Compare and contrast

The new study, the first comprehensive sustainability assessment of VTOLs, looked at the energy use, greenhouse gas emissions, and time savings of VTOLs compared to ground-based passenger cars. Although VTOLs produce zero emissions during flight, their batteries require electricity generated at power plants.

The researchers found that for trips of 100 kilometers (62 miles), a fully loaded VTOL carrying a pilot and three passengers had lower greenhouse gas emissions than ground-based cars with an average vehicle occupancy of 1.54. Emissions tied to the VTOL were 52 percent lower than gasoline vehicles and 6 percent lower than battery-electric vehicles.

Akshat Kasliwal, first author of the study and a graduate student at the School for Environment and Sustainability at the University of Michigan, says the findings can help guide the sustainable deployment of an emerging mobility system prior to its commercialization.

“With these VTOLs, there is an opportunity to mutually align the sustainability and business cases,” Kasliwal says.

“Not only is high passenger occupancy better for emissions, it also favors the economics of flying cars. Further, consumers could be incentivized to share trips, given the significant time savings from flying versus driving.”

Solving problems through transportation

In the coming decades, the global transportation sector faces the challenge of meeting the growing demand for convenient passenger mobility while reducing congestion, improving safety, and mitigating climate change.

Electric vehicles and automated driving may contribute to some of those goals but congestion on existing roadways limits them. VTOLs could potentially overcome some of those limitations by enabling piloted taxi services or other urban and regional aerial travel services.

Several aerospace corporations and startup companies—Airbus, Boeing, Joby Aviation, and Lilium, for example—and agencies such as NASA have developed VTOL prototypes. One critical efficiency enabler for these aircraft is distributed electric propulsion, or DEP, which involves the use of several small, electrically driven propulsors.

The researchers used publicly available information from these sources and others to create a physics-based model that computes energy use and greenhouse gas emissions for electric VTOLs.

“Our model represents general trends in the VTOL space and uses parameters from multiple studies and aircraft designs to specify weight, lift-to-drag ratio, and battery-specific energy,” says coauthor Noah Furbush, a master’s student at the College of Engineering.

“In addition, we conducted sensitivity analyses to explore the bounds of these parameters, alongside other factors such as grid carbon intensity and wind speed,” says Furbush.

Short trips vs. long trips

The researchers analyzed primary energy use and greenhouse gas emissions during the five phases of VTOL flight: takeoff hover, climb, cruise, descent, and landing hover. These aircraft use a lot of energy during takeoff and climb but are relatively efficient during cruise phase, traveling at 150 mph. As a result, VTOLs are most energy efficient on long trips, when the cruise phase dominates the total flight miles.

But for shorter trips—anything less than 35 kilometers (22 miles)—single-occupant internal-combustion-engine vehicles used less energy and produced fewer greenhouse gas emissions than single-occupant VTOLs. That’s an important consideration because the average ground-based vehicle commute is only about 17 kilometers (11 miles).

“As a result, the trips where VTOLs are more sustainable than gasoline cars only make up a small fraction of total annual vehicle-miles traveled on the ground,” says coauthor Jim Gawron, a graduate student at the School for Environment and Sustainability and the Ross School of Business.

“Consequently, VTOLs will be limited in their contribution and role in a sustainable mobility system.”Not surprisingly, the VTOL completed the base-case trip of 100 kilometers much faster than ground-based vehicles. A point-to-point VTOL flight path, coupled with higher speeds, resulted in time savings of about 80 percent relative to ground-based vehicles.

“Electrification of aircraft, in general, is expected to fundamentally change the aerospace industry in the near future,” Furbush says.

The study’s authors note that many other questions need to be addressed to assess the viability of VTOLs, including cost, noise, and societal and consumer acceptance.

The study began while Kasliwal and Furbush were summer interns at Ford. The work continued when the students returned to Ann Arbor, with the help of a Ford-University of Michigan Alliance grant.

The study appears in Nature Communications. Additional coauthors are from Ford’s Research and Advanced Engineering team in Dearborn, Michigan.

Source: University of Michigan

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The Driverless Future Isn't Disrupting Industries and Jobs… Yet

John Stuart Mill once said that “[e]very great movement must experience three stages: Ridicule, discussion, adoption”. What matters to modern industry stakeholders isn’t how they approach each of these stages, but how actively they evaluate each “great movement” before it becomes a disruption they can’t overcome.

Disruption isn’t some type of sudden event that occurs overnight, but rather, it is a slow chipping and eroding away of the status quo. When this chipping and eroding goes unnoticed, that’s when it has its most destructive potential to existing industries. The defense to disruption isn’t entrenchment in existing ways, but realizing that change is occurring and embracing change and innovation as ways to improve what you already offer customers, stakeholders, and employees.

On almost a daily basis we see in newspapers, online blogs, and other publications claim that autonomous vehicles and their offshoots are disruptors of existing industries and jobs. According to these publications, autonomous vehicles will be the death of various industries and their jobs – apparently, just as millennials are the reason so many industries our parents may have enjoyed are also being destroyed as well, but I digress. If you are to believe these publications, autonomous vehicles will soon replace hotels and AirBnBs, food delivery drivers, taxi and ridesharing drivers, and all other forms of industries that may or may not currently be dependent on drivers. Yet, contrary to the fearmongering in the news, just as millennials aren’t currently killing any industries  or the economy, the death of other industries and their associated jobs is just a bit premature, for now. But, this doesn’t mean companies, industry leaders, stakeholders, workers, college students, and consumers shouldn’t be thinking of how this emerging technology will be changing their professional and personal lives quicker than they might care to think.

According to an August 2017 report from the Department of Commerce’s Economics and Statistics Administration, there were 15.5 million workers with jobs related to driving in 2015. Of these jobs, only 3.8 million workers actually operate vehicles that require long-distance driving on open roadways, such as long-haul truckers or taxi/chauffer drivers. These long-haul drivers face the most risk because their highway driving conditions are more easily automated than driving in congested, urban environments. The remaining 11.7 million workers involved delivery drivers, postal employees, emergency first responders, and others which, will continue to benefit from autonomous enhancements, but likely won’t have their jobs immediately replaced due to the interaction with consumers as a part of their job.

Even with the need for being consumer facing, these drivers aren’t entirely immune to the disruption of autonomous vehicles. Embracing the change these bring into the marketplace will be pivotal to staying competitive, both in the near and far term. For instance, Dominos and Ford Motor Company  are testing the potential for self-driving cars to deliver pizzas to your door without the need for a delivery driver in Miami and Ann Arbor. Similarly, General Motors and their Cruise Automation unit have partnered with DoorDash to automate your restaurant food deliveries from restaurant to your front door in San Francisco. While it’s not expected that these partnerships will reach the mass market in 2019 and put high school students and the gig-economy out of a job just yet, by 2040, Goldman Sachs estimates that autonomous vehicles will replace over 300,000 driving related jobs per year as autonomous vehicles hit mass adoption.

Of course, such predictions of the future and disruptive technologies have the potential to be widely off. This was evident by one study commissioned by a major telecom provider that predicted by the year 2000, only 900,000 subscribers would being using cellphones in the US. In reality, when the year 2000 came around, over 109 million subscribers were using cellphones in the US alone. So does this mean autonomous vehicles will arrive in 2020, or does it mean they won’t arrive until 2075? That’s a question no one knows, but what is known is the need to evaluate and embrace disruption in conventional and unconventional ways going forward.

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The Driverless Future Isn't Disrupting Industries and Jobs… Yet

John Stuart Mill once said that “[e]very great movement must experience three stages: Ridicule, discussion, adoption”. What matters to modern industry stakeholders isn’t how they approach each of these stages, but how actively they evaluate each “great movement” before it becomes a disruption they can’t overcome.

Disruption isn’t some type of sudden event that occurs overnight, but rather, it is a slow chipping and eroding away of the status quo. When this chipping and eroding goes unnoticed, that’s when it has its most destructive potential to existing industries. The defense to disruption isn’t entrenchment in existing ways, but realizing that change is occurring and embracing change and innovation as ways to improve what you already offer customers, stakeholders, and employees.

On almost a daily basis we see in newspapers, online blogs, and other publications claim that autonomous vehicles and their offshoots are disruptors of existing industries and jobs. According to these publications, autonomous vehicles will be the death of various industries and their jobs – apparently, just as millennials are the reason so many industries our parents may have enjoyed are also being destroyed as well, but I digress. If you are to believe these publications, autonomous vehicles will soon replace hotels and AirBnBs, food delivery drivers, taxi and ridesharing drivers, and all other forms of industries that may or may not currently be dependent on drivers. Yet, contrary to the fearmongering in the news, just as millennials aren’t currently killing any industries  or the economy, the death of other industries and their associated jobs is just a bit premature, for now. But, this doesn’t mean companies, industry leaders, stakeholders, workers, college students, and consumers shouldn’t be thinking of how this emerging technology will be changing their professional and personal lives quicker than they might care to think.

According to an August 2017 report from the Department of Commerce’s Economics and Statistics Administration, there were 15.5 million workers with jobs related to driving in 2015. Of these jobs, only 3.8 million workers actually operate vehicles that require long-distance driving on open roadways, such as long-haul truckers or taxi/chauffer drivers. These long-haul drivers face the most risk because their highway driving conditions are more easily automated than driving in congested, urban environments. The remaining 11.7 million workers involved delivery drivers, postal employees, emergency first responders, and others which, will continue to benefit from autonomous enhancements, but likely won’t have their jobs immediately replaced due to the interaction with consumers as a part of their job.

Even with the need for being consumer facing, these drivers aren’t entirely immune to the disruption of autonomous vehicles. Embracing the change these bring into the marketplace will be pivotal to staying competitive, both in the near and far term. For instance, Dominos and Ford Motor Company  are testing the potential for self-driving cars to deliver pizzas to your door without the need for a delivery driver in Miami and Ann Arbor. Similarly, General Motors and their Cruise Automation unit have partnered with DoorDash to automate your restaurant food deliveries from restaurant to your front door in San Francisco. While it’s not expected that these partnerships will reach the mass market in 2019 and put high school students and the gig-economy out of a job just yet, by 2040, Goldman Sachs estimates that autonomous vehicles will replace over 300,000 driving related jobs per year as autonomous vehicles hit mass adoption.

Of course, such predictions of the future and disruptive technologies have the potential to be widely off. This was evident by one study commissioned by a major telecom provider that predicted by the year 2000, only 900,000 subscribers would being using cellphones in the US. In reality, when the year 2000 came around, over 109 million subscribers were using cellphones in the US alone. So does this mean autonomous vehicles will arrive in 2020, or does it mean they won’t arrive until 2075? That’s a question no one knows, but what is known is the need to evaluate and embrace disruption in conventional and unconventional ways going forward.

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The Driverless Future Isn't Disrupting Industries and Jobs… Yet

John Stuart Mill once said that “[e]very great movement must experience three stages: Ridicule, discussion, adoption”. What matters to modern industry stakeholders isn’t how they approach each of these stages, but how actively they evaluate each “great movement” before it becomes a disruption they can’t overcome.

Disruption isn’t some type of sudden event that occurs overnight, but rather, it is a slow chipping and eroding away of the status quo. When this chipping and eroding goes unnoticed, that’s when it has its most destructive potential to existing industries. The defense to disruption isn’t entrenchment in existing ways, but realizing that change is occurring and embracing change and innovation as ways to improve what you already offer customers, stakeholders, and employees.

On almost a daily basis we see in newspapers, online blogs, and other publications claim that autonomous vehicles and their offshoots are disruptors of existing industries and jobs. According to these publications, autonomous vehicles will be the death of various industries and their jobs – apparently, just as millennials are the reason so many industries our parents may have enjoyed are also being destroyed as well, but I digress. If you are to believe these publications, autonomous vehicles will soon replace hotels and AirBnBs, food delivery drivers, taxi and ridesharing drivers, and all other forms of industries that may or may not currently be dependent on drivers. Yet, contrary to the fearmongering in the news, just as millennials aren’t currently killing any industries  or the economy, the death of other industries and their associated jobs is just a bit premature, for now. But, this doesn’t mean companies, industry leaders, stakeholders, workers, college students, and consumers shouldn’t be thinking of how this emerging technology will be changing their professional and personal lives quicker than they might care to think.

According to an August 2017 report from the Department of Commerce’s Economics and Statistics Administration, there were 15.5 million workers with jobs related to driving in 2015. Of these jobs, only 3.8 million workers actually operate vehicles that require long-distance driving on open roadways, such as long-haul truckers or taxi/chauffer drivers. These long-haul drivers face the most risk because their highway driving conditions are more easily automated than driving in congested, urban environments. The remaining 11.7 million workers involved delivery drivers, postal employees, emergency first responders, and others which, will continue to benefit from autonomous enhancements, but likely won’t have their jobs immediately replaced due to the interaction with consumers as a part of their job.

Even with the need for being consumer facing, these drivers aren’t entirely immune to the disruption of autonomous vehicles. Embracing the change these bring into the marketplace will be pivotal to staying competitive, both in the near and far term. For instance, Dominos and Ford Motor Company  are testing the potential for self-driving cars to deliver pizzas to your door without the need for a delivery driver in Miami and Ann Arbor. Similarly, General Motors and their Cruise Automation unit have partnered with DoorDash to automate your restaurant food deliveries from restaurant to your front door in San Francisco. While it’s not expected that these partnerships will reach the mass market in 2019 and put high school students and the gig-economy out of a job just yet, by 2040, Goldman Sachs estimates that autonomous vehicles will replace over 300,000 driving related jobs per year as autonomous vehicles hit mass adoption.

Of course, such predictions of the future and disruptive technologies have the potential to be widely off. This was evident by one study commissioned by a major telecom provider that predicted by the year 2000, only 900,000 subscribers would being using cellphones in the US. In reality, when the year 2000 came around, over 109 million subscribers were using cellphones in the US alone. So does this mean autonomous vehicles will arrive in 2020, or does it mean they won’t arrive until 2075? That’s a question no one knows, but what is known is the need to evaluate and embrace disruption in conventional and unconventional ways going forward.

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Robotics industry fundings, acquisitions & IPOs: January 2018

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Twenty-five different startups were funded in January cumulatively raising $784 million; a great start for the new year. Four acquisitions were reported during the month while the IPO front lay waiting for something to happen.

According to Silicon Valley Bank’s annual survey of 1,000+ executives, startup founders are confident 2018 will be a good year for funding and for business conditions – except hiring and retaining foreign talent.

More than half of startups surveyed (51%) reported that at least one of their founders is an immigrant. One-third of startups said laws and regulations prompted them to locate facilities (or move non-sales operations) offshore. U.S. immigration policy was cited as being the biggest driver, followed by tax policies and the regulatory environment.

An interesting aside in the bank’s Chinese version of the survey is that about 2/3 of Chinese startups have at least one woman in a senior role, a considerably higher percentage than in the US where 71% of startups have no women on their board of directors and only 43% have women in executive positions.

Fundings

1. Carbon 3D, a 2013 Silicon Valley 3D manufacturing startup using elastomers and carbon steel, raised $200 million for a Series D funding led by Johnson & Johnson Innovation. Other funders included Baillie Gifford, Fidelity Management & Research Company ARCHINA Capital, Hydra Ventures (the corporate venturing arm of Adidas), GE Ventures, JSR Corporation, and Emerson Elemental. The funding is also supported by current investors including BMW Ventures, Sequoia Capital, Silver Lake Kraftwerk, and Reinet Investments and others.

2. Pony.ai, a Fremont, Calif. and China-based self-driving startup, raised $112 million in Series A funding. Morningside Venture Capital and Legend Capital led the round, and were joined by investors including Sequoia China, IDG Capital, Hongtai Capital, Legend Star, Puhua Capital, Polaris Capital, DCM Ventures, Comcast Ventures and Silicon Valley Future Capital.

3. Rokid, a Chinese and Silicon Valley developer of award-winning consumer products rivaling Amazon’s Echo (in China), raised $100 million in a Series C round from Temasek Holdings with participation from Credit Suisse, IDG Capital Partners and CDIB Capital.

4. Nuro, a Silicon Valley startup developing a self-driving delivery vehicle, raised $92 million in a Series A funding led by Banyan Capital and Greylock Partners plus individual investor Simon Rothman.

5. Precision Hawk, a Raleigh, NC provider of drone technology and analytics, raised $75 million in funding. Third Point Ventures led the round, and was joined by investors including Comcast Ventures, Senator Investor Group, Constellation Technology Ventures andSyngenta Ventures. Existing investors Intel Capital, Millennium Technology Value Partners, DuPont, Verizon Ventures, and Indiana University’s Innovate Indiana Fund participated.

6. AImotive, a Hungarian startup offering full-stack autonomous vehicle technology, raised $38 million in Series C funding. B Capital Group and Prime Ventures led the round, and was joined by investors including Cisco Investments, Samsung Catalyst Fund, and Series A and B investors Robert Bosch Venture Capital, Inventure, Draper Associates and Day One Capital.

7. Knightscope, a Mountain View, Calif.-based maker of security robots, raised more than $25 million in funding. Investors include Konica Minolta and Bright Success Capital.

8. EasyMile, a French self-driving systems startup with tests running in Finland, Greece, France and Switzerland, raised around $17.4 million in a Series A round funded by Alstom.

9. Occipital, a Boulder, Colo.-based developer of mobile computer vision applications, raised $15 million in Series C funding, according to TechCrunch. Foundry Group led the round. With this round, Occipital is looking to expand its tracking platform into what it calls its “Perception Engine,” which will require it making some deeper moves into machine learning, pushing into technologies that reside outside of simply defining the geometry of a space. The startup wants its tracking tech to recognize people and identify objects.

10. Voyage, a Silicon Valley autonomous taxi service, raised $15 million from led by InMotion Ventures with additional funds from SV Angel, Khosla Ventures, Initialized Capital, CRV and Amino Capital. Voyage recently announced plans to deploy a fleet of AV taxis in a 125k resident retirement community in Florida.

11. Huazhi IMT, a Chinese industrial robot integrator, received $15 million in early stage funding from Ying Capital and Banyan Capital.

Canvas Technology is building mobile robots for warehouses. (Credit: Canvas Technology)

12. Canvas Technology, a Boulder, CO startup building mobile robots for warehouses, raised $15 million in a Series A round led by Playground Global, with previous investors Xplorer Capital, AME Cloud Ventures and Morado Ventures.

13. Mall Parking, a Shenzhen mobile parking system developer, raised $12.5 million in Series B funding from the Holdfound Group.

14. Robotis Dynamixel, a Korean maker of actuators, parts and educational robot kits, raised $8.5 million from LG Electronics for a 10.12% share of the company.

15. Beijing Aqiu Technology (Aqrose), a Chinese start-up that applies machine vision and machine learning technology into industrial automation, raised $8 million in a series A round led by Baidu Ventures and DCM China with participation by Long Capital, Powercloud Venture Capital and Innoangel Fund.

16. Iris Automation, a San Francisco-based provider of collision avoidance for commercial drones, raised $8 million in Series A funding led by Bessemer Venture Partners and including Bee Partners.

17. SkySpecs, an Ann Arbor, Michigan-based automated infrastructure inspection company, raised $8 million in Series B funding. Investors include Statkraft Ventures, UL Ventures, Capital Midwest, Venture Investors, and Huron River Ventures.

18. CalmCar Vehicle Vision, a Chinese driving vision system provider, raised $4.6 million from Shenzhen Guozhong Venture Capital Management.

19. Doxel, a Silicon Valley construction productivity startup using AI and vision systems, raised $4.5 million in a round led by Andreessen Horowitz with participation by Alchemist Accelerator, Pear Ventures, SV Angel and Steelhead Ventures participating. Doxel uses autonomous devices to monitor a site every day, with LIDAR and HD cameras. Their AI then processes this visual data, inspects installation quality, and quantifies how much material has been installed correctly and then provide real-time feedback on productivity.

20. Altitude Angel, a UK startup providing a drone traffic management platform and airspace integration system, raised $4.5 million in Series A funding led by Seraphim Space Fund with participation from ADV and Frequentis AG.

21. Iron Ox, a San Francisco, Calif.-based developer of robots for crop harvesting, raised $3 million in seed funding. Eniac Ventures led the round, and was joined by investors including Amplify Partners.

22. Understand.ai, a machine-learning startup for training and validation data in autonomous vehicles, raised $2.8 million in seed funding. LEA Partners led the round, and was joined by investors including Frontline Ventures, Synapse Partners and Agile Partners.

23. Converge Industries, a San Francisco-based startup providing AI powered software for commercial drones for insurance adjusters, raised $750k in a seed round led by Samsung’s NEXT Ventures, Techstars and Kima Ventures with participation from Right Side Capital Management.

24. Maidbot, an Austin, TX industrial cleaning robot startup, received an undisclosed amount in an A round led by Bissell with participation from existing and new investors including 1517 Fund, Comet Labs, and Rough Draft Ventures, along with strategic hospitality and industrial cleaning organizations.

25. Connexient, a New York City-based provider of indoor mapping, navigation and location-based services for companies with large, complex buildings and campuses raised an undisclosed amount of funding from Riverside Acceleration Capital.

Acquisitions

1. Uber sold a 15% stake to SoftBank for $7.75 billion. $6.5 billion of the SoftBank investment was at a 30% discount against Uber’s private valuation of $69 billion. The additional $1.25 billion was at Uber’s current/higher valuation. That’s a major deal at a significant discount for SoftBank.

2. Key Technology, a Walla Walla, WA-based industrial robots integrator, was acquired by Duravant, a food processing equipment solutions provider, for $175 million. Duravent issued a tender offer to acquire all of the outstanding shares of Key common stock at $26.75 per share ($175 million).

3. PaR Systems, a Minnesota-based integrator of industrial robotics and also engineering services for mission-critical special situations, was acquired by the Pohlad family (which also owns the Minnesota Twins baseball team. PaR has 380 employees. Financial details were not disclosed. Pohlad bought PaR from MML Capital Partners, an equity fund.

4. Visual Components, a Finnish software and AI company providing 3D simulation software to manufacturers including Kuka, Foxconn and Samsung, was acquired by Kuka.

IPOs

Nada. Zip. Nothing. In the SV Bank survey referenced above, executives were asked what their realistic long-term goal and/or exit plan was and 57% responded they thought that acquisition was the most common path for them. Only 18% said they would go public.