The Last Jar

Sorry about that last mess, i had about three seconds to write it out and then i lost the connection.The Corkman session reminded me of a lot of sessions in Ireland and it should as it was led by two box players from Clare. A mighty session, at least the one I attended which was the last one of the the year. Good music, good craic, and a good meal there if you want one.Michael Keyes

The Last Jar

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As we know that the port number is displayed in the console while the application starts running just like that I want ot see the date and time of that jar file which was last build and has the data and time for that last build.

You will need to get the files in the Directory to an Array and iterate with the below code. This will get you the last modified date in each of the files iterated in LONG and you will need SimpleDateFormat to display in Date and Time.

A note: These recipes presume about 1 teaspoons to 1 tablespoon of honey left in your jar. The only difference is the level of sweetness in the final product. If you taste the result and it isn't quite sweet enough for your taste, you can add a little sugar, agave syrup, or of course, more honey from a newer jar. Try these 5 great things to make with that last bit of honey in the jar.

Class loaders that utilize JarFile to load classes from the contents of JarFile entries should construct the JarFile by invoking the JarFile(File, boolean, int, Runtime.Version) constructor with the value Runtime.version() assigned to the last argument. This assures that classes compatible with the major version of the running JVM are loaded from multi-release jar files.

n February 11, 1963, a 30-year-old American poet, separated from her husband and living with her children in a cold London flat, gassed herself and passed into myth. Eight months later ten of her last poems, written at a speed of two or three a day, "Written," she said, "At about four in the morning... that still blue, almost eternal hour before the baby's cry, before the glassy music of the milkman, settling his bottles," appeared on two pages of Encounter magazine and caused a sensation. In 1965 her husband brought out a posthumous collection, "Ariel." Two more are on the way.

In the eight years since her death Sylvia Plath has become a major figure in contemporary literature. Her first book of poems, "The Colossus," has been carefully reread in the light of her later work, and her first and only novel, "The Bell Jar," published in England a month before she died, became something of an underground talisman here since her mother had blocked an American edition. Poets and critic like Robert Lowell, Richard Howard, George Stein and A. Alvarez have praised her and compared her last burst of energy to Keats's. But "the very source of Sylvia Plath's creative energy was her self- destructiveness," writes Richard Howard. Without self-pity, as cool and clear-eyed as a classical heroine ("a Dido, Phaedra or Medea," writes Lowell) she plunges forward to the "stony certainty," the "stasis" of death. Unswerving she strides from kitchen to holocaust, from self to history, sorrowful, bitchy and hard.

Hardly the stuff of a best seller. But there it is, number four this week. Some clues to its attraction can be seen on the dust jacket. The cover shows a woman's hand holding a white rose. The photo seems romantic, shot through gauze, but at a second look it begins to resemble an X-ray or a glimpse of a Gothic hand reaching out of a grave. On the inside front flap is the author's picture: somber, sensitive, an intellectual, but also the girl next door from the fifties. Below it we read: "At last Sylvia Plath's only published novel is available in her own country, eight years after it was published in England under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas." Instant curiosity: why the delay? Why the pseudonym? Are the facts of this fiction so hurtful and true that for years the book has been kept from our eyes? Clearly so: "The work reveals so much about the sources of Sylvia Plath's own tragedy that its publication must be considered a landmark in contemporary literature." Life is literature; literature, life. The book comes complete with a biographical note giving the background and history of the novel. The eight pen and ink drawings by Sylvia Plath suggest a further intimacy. Finally, "the photograph on the back of the jacket shows Sylvia Plath as she appeared in the August 1953 issue of Mademoiselle." There in faded purple smudged antiquity is the author, younger, smiling maniacally and holding a rose, as stiff as could be. The rose is black. A connection is made. The cover is a blow-up of a negative of her hand with the rose. Above the old photo is a quote from the book that bridges the last gap between fact and fiction and buckles you in:

We are surrounded by stories. Every moment, every day, we encounter stories all around us. We learn from stories and pass them on. Mythology & folklore has depended on them. Micro stories shape the modern world of today. Now, we are blasted by stories every waking moment of time.

Great timing that you posted this! We made WAAAYYY too much nectarine butter in 2013 and are still consuming it and the family is getting a little tired of it. However, the last jar I pulled had separated a bit. There was liquid at the top. I did eat some since it smelled and tasted fine once we stirred all together. Your thoughts??

marisa,i have a question,not about preserves. if i make a big pot of cream of asparagus or potaroe soup,and can in glass mason jars,how long should it last? how about cream of chicken soup? does the cream shorten shelf life?

Over the last few years, the market has seen immense growth in requests for airless systems, a technological and high-quality packaging that offers various advantages: it helps prevent oxidation, increases product shelf life, protects against contamination from external agents, and guarantees precise dosing. Driving the demand is the cosmetic sector which encompasses almost 90& of the market, followed by the pharmaceutical and food industries.

The last pickles packed by the Atkins Pickle Co. were not Atkins brand pickles. After 56 years of daily production, the Pope County town of Atkins' landmark business ended with a run of gallon-size Whitfield dill pickles, a Sam's Club house brand.

The carton sat on the end of the line so the employees about to be laid off by Dean Foods of Dallas could sign it. As they ate a steak luncheon and said tearful farewells, they explained that their last pickles would not be gobbled up on hamburgers and forgotten. They would be preserved in a pickle museum, along with the history of a business that employed most area residents at some point in their lives.

And the jar doesn't even have to be a peanut butter jar. These 13 recipes include ideas that work for a bunch of different kinds of nut butters, from sunflower seed butter to tahini. Whether it's breakfast, dinner, or dessert, these ideas will help you enjoy every last drop of that nut buttery gold. 2ff7e9595c