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This plane? This plane is powered by the sun

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Bertrand Piccard plans to fly around the world in a plane that doesn’t use any fuel. Huh? Yep. This machine is equipped with 17,000 solar panels. He explains the logistics and mechanics — and shares some hopes and fears for the upcoming voyage.

Looks like 2015 will be a busy year for Bertrand Piccard. From March through August, the Swiss psychiatrist-turned-aeronautical-adventurer will fly around the world. The catch? He’ll be flying an airplane powered only by the sun. For up to six days straight, Piccard will journey as fast and far as he can. Then he’ll land and let fellow pilot André Borschberg take over. The pair will switch off in a journey that is expected to take six months, and will require the pilots to live in a cockpit that’s literally built for one.

Last month, Piccard unveiled the aircraft in which he and Borschberg will make their fuel-free journey. Solar Impulse 2 took 12 years to develop and test…

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LISTS

I liked this so much I am reposting from  Resilience.org

LISTS

I

There is a list.

A terrible and shameful list.

A list that will break your damn heart in half if you have the courage to look at it.

A list that will sap your strength.

It is a list so numbingly large

That nobody knows more than a tiny fraction of it.

A list that just keeps on growing.

Faster and faster and faster and faster.

So fast that nobody could ever keep up.

– It is a list of things that have been lost.

Of things that have been broken, burnt, wasted, ruined, disappeared.

Of things abused, eroded, corrupted, forgotten, sacrificed, discarded.

Of things disfigured, suffocated, poisoned, fucked up, shattered, and killed.

Things lost,

Lost by a culture that would not acknowledge limits,

That would not acknowledge debts, dependencies, or connections.

A thankless culture.

A culture that arrogantly and violently refused to see, hear, feel, touch, or taste

The world that gave birth to it just yesterday.

– It is a list that will sap your strength.

– It is a list that will break your damn heart.

II.

But there is also a second list.

A breathtakingly beautiful list.

A list that will heal your heart if you have the sense to look at it.

It is a list that has been getting smaller, smaller, smaller every year.

But a list still so gloriously large

That nobody knows more than a tiny fraction of it.

– It is a list of things that have been given.

Of things that grow, run, swim, eat, blow, wiggle, rustle, clack, flow, slide, and laugh.

Of things that fly, cuddle, fight, howl, slither, hunt, hide, drift, ooze, sleep, and love.

Of things that are strong, deep, soft, tiny, smooth, hot, playful, slow, and hungry.

Of things that are green, brown, blue, thorny, large, dry, cold, fragile, wet, and fast.

Things given,

Given now to us, free

By a world that only asks us to see, hear, feel, touch, and taste them.

By a world that only asks us to take membership among that list.

A world that gave birth to us all, before time began.

– It is a list that will heal your heart.

III.

And there is a third list.

A much smaller list,

But a list that will give you strength if you have the wisdom

To look for it, to find it, to learn it, to live it.

It is a list dangerously small

Because so much has been forgotten.

And because nobody anymore knows more than a tiny fraction of it.

And it is a list that is still shrinking.

Faster and faster and faster.

Until it is almost gone.

But it is not gone.

– It is a list of things that have been saved.

Of things that have been mended, nurtured, passed down, remembered

Of things taken care of, tended, loved, watched over

Of ways of talking, ways of knowing, ways of seeing, ways of feeling, and ways of loving

Of customs, rituals, practices, seeds, breeds, tools, skills, and prayers.

Things saved.

It is a list that teaches us how to belong to this world.

A list that teaches us how to live in this world without destroying it.

A list that teaches us how to live with each other without destroying ourselves.

Passed down from cultures that celebrated limits, that worshipped them.

Thankful cultures.

Cultures that awoke each morning to see, hear, feel, touch, or taste

The world that gave birth to them.

A world that is now slipping away from us.

A world that will slip away from us if we don’t hold onto it

With all the strength we can summon

In our hearts, in our minds, and in our bodies.

It is a list that will give you this strength.

IV.

So in this time of catastrophe,

Perhaps we should turn to these lists.

And teach our children from them.

So that we may live.

(25 January 2013

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Trip to Chianti

Finally posting pictures of my trip to Italy last June.

Duomo In Florence

Moi at the Ponte Vechio

Florence  From Michelangelo Plaza

Ponte Vechio from Michelangelo Plaza


Outside my window

Here’s a slide show of our trip to Chianti:

Just click through the photos.  Hopefully I will get back there one day.

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What the Mayan Elders Are Saying about 2012

 

 

There have been so many misinterpretations of the Mayan Calendar,
I thought it a good idea to see what they have to say.
Yes the Mayan still exist.  They have kept the tradition alive all this time.

Lots to think about here.

http://www.seri-worldwide.org/id435.html

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The beauty of Polination

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Words From Then for Now

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
By and by–
When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

— Jackson Browne (1976)

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