Global (often written in all capitalized letters as GLOBAL) is a brand of cutlery products made by Yoshikin of Japan. Their selection of knives are known for their distinctive one piece, molybdenum/vanadium stainless steel design. These are considered premium level products with a single knife often costing upwards of $100 (USD). Global products can often be found at specialty cooking retailers.
Compared to conventional European knives such as PUMA,J. A. Henckels or Wusthof, Global knives are made from a significantly harder alloy of steel, use a thinner blade thickness, and are ground to a narrower angle. This produces an extremely sharp knife which keeps its edge longer and allows for more accurate work, but takes longer to sharpen when it becomes dull. Because of this, the manufacturer recommends using whetstones and ceramic sharpening rods as opposed to the European sharpening steel. In addition, Global knives are renowned for their surprisingly light weight and even balance, a trait achieved by hollowing out the handle during production.
Global is a DVD and CD set of Paul van Dyk's worldwide DJ-ing tours. The CD is a music-only version of the DVD. DVD extras (not matched on the CD) include videos of Another Way, For An Angel, Forbidden Fruit, We Are Alive and Tell Me Why (The Riddle).
Global is the 25th studio album by American rock musician Todd Rundgren. It was released in April 2015.
All tracks are written by Todd Rundgren.
Bureau (/ˈbjʊəroʊ/ BEWR-roh) may refer to:
Bureau is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
The Bureau of the European Parliament is responsible for matters relating to the budget, administration, organisation and staff. It is composed of the President of the European Parliament along with all 14 Vice-Presidents and the five Quaestors (in a consultative capacity). They are elected for two and a half years (renewable term) with the President holding a casting vote. Elections are usually held at the start, and at the midpoint, of each Parliamentary term.
To an old county town long ago,
Just as the evening sun went below,
Entered the hotel bar on the hill,
Stranger who called himself, Brigalow Bill.
Called for a glass of ale and a smoke,
Didn’t have much to say, hardly spoke,
Nothing about his past, did he tell,
Twenty five years ago, Brigalow Bill.
Fashion of dress and style of swag roll,
Even the way he walked plainly told,
Even the slightest glance would reveal,
City man breed and born, Brigalow Bill.
Over the years he sank further down,
He was the derelict drunk of the town,
Everyone laughed and teased him at will,
Topic of all their jokes, Brigalow Bill.
Anyone in the town on a spree,
Always had Brigalow Bill come to me,
Even in drink his tongue would be still,
Never spoke of his past, Brigalow Bill.
Then to the town a rodeo came,
One of the Brahma bulls broke its chain,
Everyone left the streets running wild,
Nobody saw a small wondering child.
Suddenly came a loud savage roar,
Out in the street they all looked and saw,
Stopped with a gun the beast lay there still,
Over the form of poor Brigalow Bill.
Brigalow Bill’s address in his grave,
Time for the unknown boy that he saved,
Nothing was known of his past until,
After the death of poor Brigalow Bill.
Photograph of his wife and a note,
Telling of her new love so she wrote,
Nothing was known of his past until,
After the death of poor Brigalow Bill.