Life is like a Journey

今天這樣我們可以繼續來聊保險，今天需要我們要聊的險種是商業銀行保險中的壽險。壽險呢全稱就是因為我們自己說的人壽保險!它是人身安全保險中的一種，是以人的壽命作為社會保險公司標的的保險，說白了，就是以人的生存和死亡為給付條件的人身健康保險。

波輪洗衣機
我記得買得最早的一台是海爾8公斤容量洗衣機。和半自動波輪比較研究僅僅就是我們多了一個可以自動給水，其它區別不大。使用過程中最具有明顯的感受生活就是洗衣服不是很幹淨、容易打結、衣服磨損較大、噪音大稍微晚點都不敢洗衣服，怕影響鄰居休息。另一個方面就是社會功能要求相對較為簡單，但是因為每個系統功能都需要通過自己實際操作能力略有不足。由於波輪洗衣機一般來說都是中國使用普通電機，能效、淨洗比都有待進一步提高，電機噪音和洗滌噪音比較大，不是一種特別推薦使用。
個人建議：如果對洗衣服質量要求不高，建議買普通波輪洗衣機節約性價比高，同時也能滿足家庭使用，高檔的衣服還是建議送到幹洗店清洗。如果買到高配置的波輪洗衣機，普通電機更換為直驅變頻電機、能率提高到一級、擁有殺菌功能、洗淨比提高到0.9(洗淨比越高越好，最好買到1.05的洗淨比，洗衣服相對幹淨)、運行更加平穩，其它功能基本一樣，性價比不高。這種配置的洗衣機銷售單價一般都在2500元左右，使用體驗沒有提高多少，不如補點錢買台好的滾筒洗衣機了。

　　雙手拿冷水，洗臉20次左右。同時，用毛巾蘸冷水輕輕塗抹。這樣可以收緊毛孔，促進面部血液循環。這就完成了洗臉的整個過程。
最近唔少身邊人都讚V Lift 無針埋線，話效果好又唔會好似HIFU咁痛，所以今次Maggie親身去lightmac好唔好！

Adobe today announced that Flash, the once-ubiquitous plugin that allowed you to play your first Justin Bieber video on YouTube and Dolphin Olympics 2 on Kongregate, will be phased out by the end of 2020. At that point, Adobe will stop updating and distributing Flash. Until then, Adobe will still partner with the likes of Apple, Mozilla, Microsoft and Google to offer security updates for Flash in their browsers and support new versions of them, but beyond that, Adobe will not offer any new Flash features.
Adobe also notes that it plans to be more aggressive about ending support for Flash “in certain
geographies where unlicensed and outdated versions of Flash Player are being distributed.”
To some degree, today’s announcement doesn’t come as a major surprise. Given its wide distribution, Flash (and especially outdated versions of it) quickly became one of the main targets for hackers, and Flash offered them plenty of avenues for trying to get into their target’s machines. The fact that Apple never supported it on mobile (and Steve Job’s famous 2010 letter about that) only sped up Flash’s demise, especially as modern browsers and HTML5 allowed browser vendors to replicate Flash’s functionality without the need for third-party plugins. To be fair, Adobe probably wanted Flash do go away as much as everybody else and, by 2015, the company said as much. Since then, it has started to phase out Flash support from its applications and worked on providing its users with alternatives.
Similarly, browser vendors have also started deprecating Flash support over the last few years. Google made Flash a “click-to-play” plugin, for example, that users must explicitly enable if they really want to use it. The same holds true for all other major browser vendors.
At this point, there’s very little that Flash can do that HTML5 can’t handle. As Adobe noted during a press call ahead of today’s announcement, the number of companies that rely on Flash has steadily decreased over the last few years. Still, a number of holdouts remain, especially in the education and gaming space. Facebook says that it will help game developers on its platform migrate to open web standards.
As the company’s VP of product development Govind Balakrishnan also noted, Adobe remains proud of the legacy of Flash — and for all of its flaws, it’s worth remembering that it played a pivotal role in bringing video and gaming to the web, for example. Microsoft once tried to compete with it when it launched Silverlight back in 2007, but at that point Flash was already so ubiquitous that even Microsoft had no chance to displace it (though it’s still kicking around somewhere in the Windows ecosystem).
“We’re very proud of the legacy of Flash and everything it helped pioneer,” Balakrishnan noted. “During the 20+ years it has been around, it has played a key role in advancing interactivity and creative content on the web. Few technologies have had such a profound and positive impact in the internet era. But Adobe has always been about reinvention and creativity. And we’re excited to help lead the next era of digital content creation.”
原文地址：https://techcrunch.com/2017/07/25/get-ready-to-say-goodbye-to-flash-in-2020

We’re pleased to report that a so-called Roomba for weeds, Franklin Robotics’ Tertill, won the TC Sessions: Robotics pitch-off. Because if there’s a task that should be relegated to a robot, it’s weeding a garden reenex.
For winning the pitch-off, Franklin Robotics was awarded an exhibit table in Disrupt SF’s Startup Alley.
“We actually tried to get away from the circular shape for a while,” CEO Rory MacKean told TechCrunch ahead of the pitch-off appearance at TC Sessions: Robotics. “We want something that’s robust and rugged, with a rectangular shape. We wanted to make it look like a tractor: four-wheel drive, corners. But then the corners don’t make sense. It would get itself into a situation where it was hard to back out without damaging anything. You can’t turn in place without damaging plants.&rdquo reenex facial;
The circular shape, along with built-in sensors, help the robot avoid contact with useful plants taller than an inch — the company is also shipping the robot with small metal guards to keep it from bumping into younger plants. The Tertill is designed to spend its entire existence outside, drawing power through the large solar panel on its back to fuel the two or so hours a day that it does its routine garden maintenance.
The Tertill competed against three other projects for the spot at Disrupt SF. We thank all the participants of the event including the panel of judges that included Jeremy Conrad of Lemnos, Helen Greiner of CyPhyWorks, Daniel Theobald of Vecna and Melonee Wise of Fetch Robotics.
Pitch-off Competition Annabelle      
原文地址：https://techcrunch.com/2017/07/19/franklin-robotics-tertill-wins-the-pitch-off-at-tc-sessions-robotics

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