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Synthace Ltd: Synthace Appoints Dr. Nick Jurascheck as VP of Engineering
Jurascheck, a senior Engineering executive, brings over twenty years of experience to the role Synthace Ltd, the company behind Antha, the cloud-based software platform for automating and improving the success rate of biological processes, today announced the appointment of Nick Jurascheck as VP of Engineering. Dr. Jurascheck brings with him more than twenty years of experience spanning senior technology roles in high-tech product companies and consultancies.
Before joining Synthace, Nick worked at McLaren Applied in various senior leadership roles, managing the development and delivery of motorsport software and cloud-based platforms for public transport and virtual product development, as well as leading a major restructuring exercise.
Radio was where we met. Our bodies first occupied the same space on a Friday afternoon, but our minds had already connected Thursday night. Coming up on twelve o’clock, awake when we shouldn’t be, both of us in our separate narrow beds, miles and miles apart, tuning in to Ms. Jackson’s Graveyard Shift, spirits linked up in the gruff cigarette-damaged sound of her voice.
She’d played “The Passenger,” by Iggy Pop. I’d never heard it before, and it changed my life.
Understand: there was no internet then. No way to look up the lyrics online. No way to snap my fingers and find the song on YouTube or iTunes. I was crying by the time it was over, knowing it might be months or years before I found it again. Maybe I never would. Strawberries, Hudson’s only record store, almost certainly wouldn’t have it. Those four guitar chords were seared indelibly into my mind, the lonesome sound of Iggy’s voice certain to linger there for as long as I lived, but the song itself w
Radio was where we met. Our bodies first occupied the same space on a Friday afternoon, but our minds had already connected Thursday night. Coming up on twelve o’clock, awake when we shouldn’t be, both of us in our separate narrow beds, miles and miles apart, tuning in to Ms. Jackson’s Graveyard Shift, spirits linked up in the gruff cigarette-damaged sound of her voice.
She’d played “The Passenger,” by Iggy Pop. I’d never heard it before, and it changed my life.
Understand: there was no internet then. No way to look up the lyrics online. No way to snap my fingers and find the song on YouTube or iTunes. I was crying by the time it was over, knowing it might be months or years before I found it again. Maybe I never would. Strawberries, Hudson’s only record store, almost certainly wouldn’t have it. Those four guitar chords were seared indelibly into my mind, the lonesome sound of Iggy’s voice certain to linger there for as long as I lived, but the song itself w