A jar is a rigid, approximately cylindrical container with a wide mouth or opening. Jars are typically made of glass, ceramic, or plastic. They are used for foods, cosmetics, medications, and chemicals that are relatively thick or viscous: pourable liquids are more often packaged in a bottle. They are also used for items too large to be removed from a narrow neck bottle.
Glass jars can be used for home canning and food preservation. They can be used to preserve or store items as diverse as jam, pickled gherkin, other pickles, marmalade, sundried tomatoes, olives, jalapeño peppers, chutneys, pickled eggs, honey, and many others. They are also frequently re-used in order to put home-made preserves in. Jars are sterilised by putting them in a pressure cooker with boiling water or an oven for a number of minutes. If they are not required for further storage of items, they can be recycled.
A closure applied to the mouth of a jar can be a screw cap, lug cap, cork stopper, or other suitable means.
"Jars" is the first single from Chevelle's fifth studio album Sci-Fi Crimes. It was released to radio stations on June 23, 2009 and also as a digital download on Chevelle's website. Drummer Sam Loeffler told 99.3 The Fox that this song's subject matter reflects the quirky themes of Sci-Fi Crimes. He explained that the song is, "a kind of a play on words. It's saving the environment. It's a joke about saving the environment and it's about literally taking the earth, and putting it into jars to save it for later. It's very tongue in cheek."
This song is featured in the game Tony Hawk: Ride.
The official music video was released on August 25, 2009. It features the band singing at night, on a wheat field, while illustrating the story of a man kidnapped in a speeding car, who tries to escape. The video has two alternate endings, both starting out when the man takes control of the driver's seat and remove a brick from the gas pedal, slowing the car down. A note found on the brick reads "Croatoan." One ending features an extremely brief shot of the man looking up in shock as the car explodes. The second ending features the man safely running out of the car, followed by the explosion.
The Journal of Ayn Rand Studies is an academic journal devoted to the study of the philosophy of Ayn Rand. Established in 1999, its founding co-editors were R. W. Bradford, Stephen D. Cox, and New York University scholar Chris Matthew Sciabarra. At present, the editorial board consists of Robert L. Campbell, Stephen D. Cox, Roderick Long, and Chris Matthew Sciabarra. Since 2013, the journal has been published by Pennsylvania State University Press. Although the Objectivist movement of supporters of Rand's philosophy has been criticized as being a cult of personality, the Journal of Ayn Rand Studies often publishes papers by mainstream intellectuals and academics from prestigious universities worldwide that approach Rand's legacy without hagiography.
The Journal of Ayn Rand Studies is published twice a year. Occasionally, it publishes special issues.
Hold onto chance
Lest we bleed ourselves
Save for the pets
They're the loneliest
Put into jars
We'll save this earth
Put into jars
We'll save this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent
From me to you you're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world
We'll add enough of the world
Steal from yourselves
It never felt so good
And feed from their hand's
Confuse by opposites
Put into jars
We'll save this earth
Put into jars
Keep safe this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent
From me to you you're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world
We'll add enough of the world
This world, we'll add enough of the world
Feeling manic for a day
Depends on the trends
Depends on the surface
If the sun never sets
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent
From me to you you're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world
We'll add enough of the world
Is the main thing you'll shout