http://www.mylot.com/w/keywords/kiosk.aspx MyLot Discussions About kiosk en-gb http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1921766.aspx hi friends what is know as kiosk marketing can anyone make it clear for me Wed, 25 Feb 2009 22:24:21 GMT sunilparthan http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1711508.aspx Today,I came across an advertisement by Nokia to encourage and imprint environmental awareness through recycling.Nokia claim that if every 3 billion phone users recycle just one phone,we can save over 240,000 tonnes of raw materials.The results is equivalent to stopping CO2 emissions from 4 million cars.Nokia campaign is that they will assigned a tree to you if you are the first 1000 to recycle a phone using the Nokia Kiosk.Is this a good idea?I trully think that Nokia is an environmental conscious company and I hope more companies will follow. Will you support recycling Sat, 20 Sep 2008 06:48:52 GMT henryjoe http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1696678.aspx On September 12, 2001 I went to work just like everyone else who was able to did. It was at the urging of our President that we do so, as a massive act of defiance to those who sought to destroy our way of life. It was not easy going into work with such a heavy heart, but it WAS the right thing to do. I was greeted at the door to the mall by another worker who looked just as down as I felt, and she said "great day to be an American, huh?" with tears in her eyes. I don't remember what I said to her, but we did talk for a while before starting the day. The mall was like a ghost town. Who the hell would want to shop today? SO I read the papers, as difficult as it was, because I felt it was my duty as a human being to read, remember and reflect, and I listened to my little radio which was no longer playing music, just broadcasting more sad news all day long. The NY Daily News the day before had hit the newsstands hours before those terrible events - the front page story was Mariah Carey's meltdown. Oh My God, I thought to myself, how much the world we knew had changed in just a few hours! I saved that paper, and all the ones which followed in the days ahead so one day I could show my children and help them understand what had happened to my City, my Country, and my World. On September 12, 2001 I went back to work along with everyone else who was able to in an open act of defiance against those who murdered so many of my brothers and sisters and who would love nothing more than to see us crumble. We stood up the best way we could, we showed up and in our grief and we fought the good fight in our own small ways. Halfway through the day I found it intolerable not to be able to do more. I called the Red Cross and other relief agencies to see how I could help. I had no money, but I had time and a strong desire to put something positive back into my shattered world. I found out what was needed by the rescue and recovery workers and the survivors who were still Downtown. They needed fresh bottled water, eye wash, clothes, bandages, and more. They needed shoes, because the people working in the "Pit" had the bottoms of their own shoes melted from the heat of the fires which still burned and would continue to burn for a very long time. I consulted my employer who was still trying to get her mind around the fact that so many people she loved had died, and she gave me permission for what I would do next. I took a big empty box and put it in front of my kiosk with a sign asking for donations of things our Heroes needed. By the end of the day the box was full, and I took it to the nearest drop off point where they would be shipping supplies to Manhattan from. I told the local radio station and newspaper what we were doing and they informed the public how they could help. I was listed among the other groups who were collecting needed items to send down to the city. I left an empty box for the next shift to collect after I went home. The next morning that box was full and another was halfway full. Older people came silently with tears in their eyes and dropped supplies in the box. Younger people came with shoes and clothes in all kinds of sizes with the tags still on them. They purchased these items themselves with their minimum wage paychecks. Cases and cases of fresh bottled water appeared before me, and the boxes continued to pile up. I filled my truck completely at the end of the day with supplies and there was still more. Two and three trips a day I would make and I still needed others to move the donations to the drop off points! My mother contacted her ophthalmologist, and he donated cases and cases of eyewash! The response was utterly overwhelming and touched my heart in a way few things in this life ever could. Mothers whose sons were cops and firemen working in the Pit told me what else was needed and I updated the supply list regularly. Whatever we asked for, we got tenfold! It was a small thing we could all do to help, but it meant the world to me to be able to do it and have so many people open their hearts to help our Ground Zero Heroes. As long as I live, I will never forget it. Even in our darkest hours, we managed to find some light, and some hope. Along with the tales of horror and destruction, the news also started to bring us amazing stories of bravery and heroism which reminded us all of the quality of humanity. A reminder that though evil acts may befall us, good will not be suppressed for very long. As New Yorkers, as Americans, and as humans, we will ALWAYS fight the darkness and one way or another find a way to bring light back into the world we live in. God Bless America, and God Bless New York! Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:31:38 GMT MSV1313 http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1582544.aspx I'm thinking of getting some of my digital photographs printed, and I was wondering what service everyone uses. I don't drive so it's a rare occasion that I get to a store with a printing kiosk when it's open, so I've been focusing on online companies. I've seen good reviews for several of these (shutterfly, snapfish, kodak, etc.), and have no paper preferences to weight my opinion in one direction over the other. Purchasing good equipment to print my own isn't practical for me to invest in since I don't print tons or sell them. I'd love to hear your personal reviews and experiences with companies you've patronized. Sun, 29 Jun 2008 15:46:31 GMT fluffnflowers http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1683425.aspx I almost felt totally stupid and am so glad I noticed my mistake before it was too late. While on vacation, we rented a car from California to Las Vegas, then from Las Vegas to Salt Lake, then again from Salt Lake to Las Vegas. I had made the reservations months in advance and really didn't pay too much attention to them. When I made the reservations I searched for the best price. We picked up our first car from Alamo in California at the airport and dropped it off in Las Vegas at the airport. A few days later, we're back at the airport getting another car to go to Salt Lake. I was trying to do it at the kiosk because the line to talk to a person was about a mile long. I kept putting in my reservation number and it was saying that there was nothing there for me. I swiped my credit card that I use - I only use one so I know it was the right one - and it kept saying it was invalid. I wanted to use the kiosk because the line was so long, but I realized there was something wrong with my reservation and I was going to have to wait in line... For some stupid reason, I looked down at my copy of my reservation again, I guess to check and see if I was putting the numbers in right or something, and I noticed that this car was being rented from Advantage, not Alamo! My husband laughed so hard at me! We went quickly to the Advantage desk - no one was in line there - and got our car right away. I'm so glad I didn't wait in that other line just to find out that I was in the wrong line! I made sure I checked my next reservation closely before trying to get that car. How many times have you waited in the wrong line for something? Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:27:20 GMT reinydawn http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1696675.aspx I grew up on Long Island, in the shadow of NYC. I spent a lot of time in Manhattan. Since 1996 I have lived about a 45 minutes north of NYC in the Hudson Valley. I remember well that terrible day when the world as we knew it was changed forever. The day we collectively lost our innocence, September 11, 2001. This is the day as I experienced it... It was a beautiful morning, and a day like any other as far as I knew at the time. My car was broken, so I borrowed my mom's to get to work. The car had no radio, so I had no idea why cars were stopping and drivers looked so pale behind the wheel. Only when I stopped at the gas station near my job did I begin to learn that today would be unlike any day I ever had before and a day whose likes I hope to never see again. As I filled up my coffee cup in the gas station, a woman came in and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. It appeared to be an accident. I went to work (I worked at a kiosk in the mall) and was opening up my store when my phone started ringing. It was my mom and she was hysterical. Did I hear about the Twin Towers? Yes, I said, a terrible accident. “NO!” She says, “A second plane has hit, it's no accident! We are under attack!” I turned on the radio and heard the screams, sirens and chaos in the streets, the station was broadcasting live sound from the site of the disaster. Reporters were still trying to piece it together. Employees at other stores were talking about the apocalypse and that a whole bunch of planes had gone missing and that we were indeed under attack by terrorists. A store nearby had a television and I went to stand and watch with many others in horrified silence, jaws agape, as the first building fell. A man next to me said that over 50 thousand people are known to work in that building. My God, how many just died? I saw people falling from the sky as they jumped from the buildings to their deaths to escape the inferno. My eyes did not want to believe what I was seeing. Young people who worked in the mall were crying because they had parents working in those buildings and the mall management would not let anyone close up shop and leave. My mom called again, the Pentagon was burning and there were still planes unaccounted for in the air. Her sisters and cousins have children working there, and she could not get any calls to go through outside of our local area. We had just buried my father less than eight months before and this was all just too much for her to take. I called my employer and learned that they had a kiosk in one of the towers, and her brother's fiancée was working there - nobody could reach her. I told her about the mall's insistence on business as usual despite the fact that as far as we knew, the USA was under attack. She told me to disregard the mall rules, close up shop, and go be with my mom who needed me. So I did. The ride home was incredibly spooky. No radio in the car, so I had no idea if any worse was happening than what I'd already witnessed. I drove down Route 9 which is normally congested 24/7 and was the only car on the road. I kept looking up at the clear blue sky wondering what next? It was one of the nicest days, weather wise, that I'd ever seen. It seemed a cruel joke that such a lovely day could hold such terrible events. Eventually I got home to be with my mom. Before my dad died, he was in a coma for eight days. The whole time he was in that hospital bed I had a lump in my throat so bad that I couldn't eat a thing. I gagged on every morsel I tried to consume. The whole time hoping for good news which never came. I had that same feeling now, and it wouldn't leave me for a very long time. All media all the time was around this terrible thing which happened in OUR City, I kept hoping for survivors, but there were few. Now it is seven years later. Every time I see a TV show or movie made before that day, and catch a glimpse of those buildings, I break down and cry. Even if the image is up for only a second, it doesn't matter, the heartbreak returns as if it were happening all over again. Nobody I know has been left untouched my that day, and nobody I know will ever be able to forget what happened. The horror and the heroism will be with us forever. I will probably always cry when I see pictures of the World Trade Center as it was before, and I guess that's ok; it is my scar and my reminder that I AM a New Yorker and regardless of where I live, I will ALWAYS be a New Yorker. Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:31:07 GMT MSV1313 http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1659637.aspx In our school canteen we have several food stands and a lot of kiosks... I really love PAJ grill... I love their food especially the tonkatsu and grilled stuffs... I do too love coolers... How about you? What is your favorite food in your canteen? Mon, 18 Aug 2008 23:28:23 GMT jeiyah_12 http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1659447.aspx Tesco and Asda,Rival Supermarkets,have offered 24 hour shopping (Except at weekends) since both opened here late last Year..before that,we had ONE 24 hour shop in town,attached to a Service station in my old Neighbourhood..It was great,having someplace a stroll away for stuff you ran out of..I work late,and take advantage of 24hr shops being quieter after 11pm,picking up things I need when I finish..besides,it's "only" 7 miles from work to go there,but 10 miles from home,as I'd pass my workplace on the way to town..economising! A Girl I work with smokes,and wanted cigs brought back..the supermarkets close the tobacco kiosk and Alcohol lanes at 11,in line with licensing laws,otherwise they'd be party central!So the 24 hour Garage is the only place to get cigs after 11pm..until tonight,that is! I pulled up outside to see a guy ahead of me get to the doorway,stop,and walk away having seen something..they have a side door too which is usually locked,so I went there thinking I might get in that way instead..the place is fully lit up,as though open-but a written sign taped to the glass door says "Closed due to electrical problem"! So,Lucy didn't get her smokes! Have You Ever been let down by 24 hour Shopping? Did you manage another way? or wait,and have to go someplace else during "Normal" business hours? Mon, 18 Aug 2008 21:04:11 GMT ShepherdSpy http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1152905.aspx Sometimes if i am busy with my work and studies or exams i wont log in to mylot.How about you??Do you visit daily?? Mon, 18 Jun 2007 11:21:42 GMT Coolgeth http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1627414.aspx All day today, the contributing editors will be offering different takes on why Hillary Clinton lost the Democratic primary despite having started as the prohibitive favorite. These essays approach the question from differing angles and are not for the most part mutually exclusive, but attempt to address specific pieces of the complexity of this massive, drawn-out primary process. I first noticed the nutcracker in late December, next to a rack of doomed "Rudy for President" shirts at a National Airport kiosk specializing in ephemeral topical kitsch. At the time, I was taken aback at the sheer misogynist chutzpah of the product, but I figured that it was a niche political product being sold at a niche political store in a niche political city -- Washington -- and that it would disappear from the shelves in a couple weeks, relegated to fringe online backwaters like the Newsmax store. Yet the nutcracker spread from DCA through the airports of the nation like a tacky virus, and soon one couldn't clear security anywhere without being confronted with its stainless steel thighs. Eventually, the nutcracker escaped from the sterile zones and its TSA protection into mainstream American retail, and became minor fodder for late night comics and "wacky news" types like CNN's Jeannie Moos. But the nutcracker never became a serious news or commentary item -- there was very little discussion, at least in the mainstream media, of what the novelty, and its apparent popularity, said about the 2008 campaign or about the nation itself. And that was the most remarkable aspect of the nutcracker blight: the manner it which it was just accepted. Here we had a blatantly sexist product which traded on one of the most misogynistic archetypes of the last 50 years -- the castrating, pantsuit-wearing, hyper-ambitious professional woman -- being sold in otherwise anodyne, apolitical stores throughout the country, and no one with a serious microphone was saying anything about it. Anyone with a hint of consciousness about gender politics had to be asking themselves what the hell the deafening silence meant. Is America irredeemably sexist? Does the fact that a similarly racist Obama doll couldn't be sold without massive public outrage mean that casual sexism is more tolerated than casual racism? Would any woman running for president be subject to the same mockery, or is Hillary somehow more susceptible than other female politicians?I wouldn't begin to presume to try and definitively answer those questions, or to seriously decipher the semiotics of the nutcracker -- at least not in an essay as brief as this. The deeper meaning of the nutcracker is extremely complicated, and myriad intelligent people can and likely will construct wildly divergent hypotheses about its importance and message. But I can, without any hesitation or reluctance, conclude that the existence of the Hillary Nutcracker is symptomatic of a contempt that seriously compromised Hillary Clinton's electoral chances. Regardless of whether people wanted to dehumanize Hillary Clinton personally, or ambitious women generally, the nutcracker was symbolic of their endeavor. Regardless of whether any woman would have been as open to the mainstreamed sexist attacks to which Hillary was subjected, the nutcracker showed that in 2008, it was OK to mock Hillary Clinton -- at least -- as a castrating bitchh. The nutcracker was a perfect, plastic, $19.95 incarnation of the invective of Chris Matthews and Rush Limbaugh and Tucker Carlson and every other talking head who used explicitly sexist language to demean Hillary Clinton with relative impunity. And just as we wonder whether Tweety and Rush and Tucker would have gotten away with it if their target had been, say, Sebelius or Napolitano rather than a woman who had been hated by factions on both the left and right for over 15 years, we wonder whether a Napolitano Nutcracker would be blithely accepted by the American public. But you don't need to know the answer to that question to know that Hillary Clinton's 2008 campaign was deeply hurt by a casual, mainstream sexism that earned far less of a backlash than one would have hoped when she entered the race. For that, all you need to know about is the nutcracker, and the silence that attended it. Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:22:46 GMT redindian85