"...the longest duration of 8,400 hours at a constant output power of 2 mW was achieved. The InGaN MQW LDs were fabricated on a GaN substrate. And the fundamental transverse mode was observed up to an output power of 80 mW. I think we can all agree that the switch to laterally interlaced gallium nitride alloy quantum-well-structure blue LEDs on non-resonant substrates is a significant one. After the break I'll discuss the multi-layer heterostructures of columnar GaN we achieved recently in the Materials Research Lab here at the University of Delaware."
The overhead fluorescents blinked on, flooding the PowerPoint slide projected on the front wall of the auditorium with an even light. Yet this was not enough to waken the cutely disheveled sleeping man sitting three seats down. She casually sidestepped down the row, leaned over, and tugged his sleeve. "Wake up sleepyhead."
The man straightened in his chair, his eyes squinting at the unwelcome brightness of the room. "Sorry, jet lag," he explained sheepishly. Then panicked: "oh Jesus, is it over?"
"Wrong person. The name's Pam," She laughed. He turned to face her in time to see her squeeze her breasts together slightly with a shrug of her arms. "Think Pam Anderson. But sadly the similarities end there," she mused, resting her hands on ample hips.
"Right. You have her beat in all areas."
Pam scanned his face to figure out if this was a joke at her expense, but saw only honest appreciation and warmth. She brightened at this. "Are you hungry? I know a fantastic little Indian restaurant nearby. I think we should leave before Doctor Fairing asks you your opinion of cascading electrostatic imaging."
"Sounds like a plan! Let us away to warm pillowy naan bread- and to freedom!"
The overhead fluorescents blinked on, flooding the PowerPoint slide projected on the front wall of the auditorium with an even light. Yet this was not enough to waken the cutely disheveled sleeping man sitting three seats down. She casually sidestepped down the row, leaned over, and tugged his sleeve. "Wake up sleepyhead."
The man straightened in his chair, his eyes squinting at the unwelcome brightness of the room. "Sorry, jet lag," he explained sheepishly. Then panicked: "oh Jesus, is it over?"
"Wrong person. The name's Pam," She laughed. He turned to face her in time to see her squeeze her breasts together slightly with a shrug of her arms. "Think Pam Anderson. But sadly the similarities end there," she mused, resting her hands on ample hips.
"Right. You have her beat in all areas."
Pam scanned his face to figure out if this was a joke at her expense, but saw only honest appreciation and warmth. She brightened at this. "Are you hungry? I know a fantastic little Indian restaurant nearby. I think we should leave before Doctor Fairing asks you your opinion of cascading electrostatic imaging."
"Sounds like a plan! Let us away to warm pillowy naan bread- and to freedom!"
"To freedom!" she chimed in.