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HOW I MADE A SOLAR POP CAN FURNACE / HEATER


I found this in a post from http://theroadtoserendipity.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/mnemonics-brachychitons-and-macgyver/
This is surely not my department but it is so ingenious I HAD to post it… it fascinated me how a person can take pop cans and make a solar panel out of it!

Enjoy the creativity 🙂

Uploaded on Feb 16, 2009
THIS IS A 64 CAN , MY FIRST TRY AT MAKING ONE SO I MADE A VIDEO OF IT
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Howto & Style
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Treasured encounters –July 1985 adjusted 23.4.2013


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This poem was inspired by a very special encounter in my younger age with an older lady and a noble soul.

Treasured encounters
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Precious and valuable
Moments are not always
Seen, felt or appreciated
At the time experienced

Some people we encounter
Open up as hesitantly as
The heavy red velvet drapery
Of an age-old theatre

Revealing the folds of their
Life sparingly with the
Delicacy of a mother bird
Building a nest for her young

Twig by twig for some
Saliva and mud for others
As the patient Barn Swallow
Decorating nature’s scenery

With a lesson of brio and generosity (1)
Those are the brief twinkles
The world offers us as a glimpse
Of its limitlessness and hidden frills

How do we KNOW a moment
Be fully aware of its worth
Feel between our thumb and index
The texture of authenticity and perfection?

Practice and age chisel the tools
Of our wishful transcendence (2)
And when some open hesitantly
The curtains of their inner

Just maybe we will open it
With the thrill of a first
Birthday gift, hide it from
The envious, bring it down

From its niche with veneration
Acknowledge and appraise
The glamour of individuality
Nobility of essence

The validity of confident whispers
The strength needed to remove
The swathes of our souls
And expose the raw artistry

Of treasured encounters.
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(1) bri•o
n.
Vigor; vivacity: “She tells their story with brio and a mixture of sympathy and tart insight” (Michiko Kakutani).
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[Italian, from Spanish brio or Provençal briu, both of Celtic origin; see gwer -1 in Indo-European roots.]

(2) tran•scen•dent
adj.
1. Surpassing others; preeminent or supreme.
2. Lying beyond the ordinary range of perception: “fails to achieve a transcendent significance in suffering and squalor” (National Review).
3. Philosophy
a. Transcending the Aristotelian categories.
b. In Kant’s theory of knowledge, being beyond the limits of experience and hence unknowable.
4. Being above and independent of the material universe. Used of the Deity.

My twin sister Dec. 2011 English poem with its French original text


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twin sister
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Forever the lives of our two families intermingle.
In my mind there is no “I, You, They” We are one.
Although we have chosen different paths, my heart inhabits boundless love for all of us.
In my universe, where love primes, there is no judgment. There are images of two parallel lives, with
souls merging, while remaining one hundred percent faithful to one’s own personality.
I am grateful to have experienced it so far.

My twin sister
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Unique friendship
Twin sister
The space of a day
A breath away

I conjugated
The verb “love“
All individuals
Interweaving
Fashioning a Madonna

The movie of our lives
Scrolls ad infinitum
In my restless mind
Imbibed with love

Since always
My heart belongs to you
Your life, I hold
In the palm of my hand

Up in my tower
In the trough of my universe
I sing for you verses
Protecting you with all my being

You gave
Without counting
You have nourished
Blessed my life

My soul begged
Parched
You insufflate
To resuscitate it

Generous and tender
Passionate and devoted
The well deserved title
Comes to you henceforth

You are my angel
You are my angle
You are such,

My twin sister!

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Ma soeur jumelle
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Unique amitié
Soeur jumelle
Par l’espace d’un jour
A l’écart d’un souffle

J’ai conjugué
Le verbe “aimer”
Toutes les personnes
S’entremeler
Façonnant une Madone

Le film de nos vies
Défile à l’infini
Dans mon esprit agité
D’amour imbiber

Depuis toujours
Mon cœur t’appartient
Ta vie je la tiens
Dans la paume de ma main

En haut dans ma tour
Aux creux de mon univers
Je te chante des vers
Te protégeant de tout mon être

Tu m’as donnée
Sans compter
Tu m’as nourrie
BĂ©ni ma vie

Mon âme supplié
Comme une assoiffée
Tu as insufflé
Pour la ressusciter

Généreuse et tendre
Passionnée et dévouée
Le titre bien mérité
Te viens désormais

Tu es mon ange
Tu es mon angle
Tu es telle,

Ma sœur jumelle !