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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Stefano Barone – Minimalaction – Solo Guitar

Another blogger Lead.Learn.Live put a shorter video a day or two ago, of the brilliant guitarist Stefano Barone.
Having liked so much his ingenuity, I am today, posting a longer one. No more than 9.44 mn of sheer creativity, passion and stimulation.
Be patient it is surely worth your while… there will be no regrets. Promise 🙂
Let me know if you were as impressed, your feedback is very important to me!

Uploaded on Jun 29, 2009
original composition from Stefano Barone, CD Particolare#Uno & TABS available at http://www.candyrat.com amazon.com and itunes

Visit Stefano Barone at http://www.stefanobarone.it and http://www.myspace.com/stefanobarone
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The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013

Lido 2012
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Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
———————————

One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.