Navigating the Financial Impact of EPA Emission Standards: Strategic Insights for Trucking Companies
Renee Williams, CEO & PresidentFreightRevCon, a Freight Revenue Consultants, LLC. company
The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency’s (EPA) new emission standards for medium- and heavy-duty trucks represent a landmark move toward reducing greenhouse gas emissions and improving public health. With these standards set to roll out from 2027 through 2032, they are projected to cut greenhouse gas…
hear me out but i swear jj maybank wld be the no.1 temu warrior 😭😭.
“babe, babe, this only what — 90 cents, 90 cents!”
and you’re just there like 🧍🏽♀️.
”jayj they have tons of lawsuits against them sweetheart, maybe it’s better to invest your money elsewhere?” for fear of him getting broker than he already is with the way he seems so eager to spend.
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Happy Aromantic Visibility Day!
Alt vers under the cut
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Omg where did you get your apollo deskmat?!!??!???
i had it made at one of those custom deskmat places !!! it's actually a klapollo deskmat. i drew the pattern myself and posted it somewhere on tumblr but i'm too lazy to properly link the post so here it is :0 i just edited the colors a bit to fit my room's colors more
klesbian fighter do u think cooper would still be a man and itd be like, vying for the validation of of your cool older brother with a bit of gender envy, or would it be like…my older sister so feminine so Woman that i can never compare and yet im always compared to her
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That last gif-- he lost he's about to table-hockey table-flip
no i joke he's not bc he's acting and in character. My goodness ppl, show some respect. this is union actor nathan mackinnon he's mentored by two-time Emmy winner sidney crosby
natemac making some of that bank money [lucille bluth: good for her!] with some weirdass commercial trying to do far too many things at once (see my tags)
it's so crazy how few historical fiction novels are like sharon kay penman's. the way that they're built out of the skeleton of the historical record seems so obvious, but there's so few people who are actually willing to commit to it in the way that she did. it seems like so often that's just a starting point which gets reformed to fit a coherent narrative, but she makes no real attempt to do that. there's themes and foils and patterns, but first and foremost it is a reconstruction. you can't really know what someone who lived that long ago was like, only what they did, and you can feel how she takes these isolated, dramatic events and builds a whole life around them. the books are nothing more than an answer to the question 'what might someone have been like, what could the history between these people have been, to possibly explain something like this?' the ability to string together a handful of facts and events from medieval chronicles to create people that feel so real, and psychology and relationships that develop so naturally that these distant, seemingly impenetrable choices suddenly feel so immediate and clear is just beyond belief. you know this probably wasn't actually how things happened, but it doesn't matter because it was something like this. the particulars are less important the crushing awareness that at one point all of this made sense. there was a time when all of this was right now. the world is unrecognizable and exactly the same. that's something which sounds very simple but is incredibly difficult to accomplish.
you come to know these people so well, their loves and hatreds and ambitions and failures, and those things are rarely resolved in the end. you know them from the time that they're children, you watch each one of them die, and none of it means anything in particular except that they were a human being. things which seem like they must be building to some tragic fallout end in anticlimax. things which seem utterly inconsequential in the moment manifest again decades later in cataclysmic disaster. and then you see it all play out again from the beginning with their children, and their children's children. all these uncanny echoes, this endlessly unfolding palimpsest of lives, each laid over the triumphs and mistakes of those who came before. i've never read anything so epic with so much mastery over the micro and macro levels of history. it's the minute, seemingly inconsequential everyday details, which build into a lifetime, which builds into generation of lives, which builds into the rise and fall of kingdoms and empires. it's the merciless endlessly turning wheel of fortune that replays the same songs in different keys again and again for all time. a person is both an individual with free will, and the prisoner of their blood and circumstances. somehow everything has infinite weight, is tied to everything that has come before and will come after, is the culmination of someone's entire existence—their pains and joys and fears and hopes—and yet is simultaneously completely meaningless, just one more victim of fate in an endless procession of lives and choices. the whole impotent tragedy of humanity is laid out in front of you and it's so repulsive and beautiful. it's deep love and unfathomable, senseless horror briefly and miraculously reverberating in a vacuum, an absurd aberration fading into silence.
if it's not obvious these books have made me cry like 10 different times