Saturday, March 03, 2012
THEN IT SNOWED!
When I was born w ith a veil over my face, a fortune teller
told my mother that meant that I would be a gifted person who would bring great honor to the family. All these years I waited for greatness to descend upon me, or however it got to me.
Recently, I began to think that fortune teller was a smart cookie. I had stumbled upon a notion which gave promise of expanding the knowledge of and possibly control of the environment previously thought to beyond the reach of mortals.
The mental process leading up to my discovery is in itself, quite interesting, and possibly a potential doctoral research topic .
I had sought a means of solving the problem of watering my garden without hauling and hosing. Using everyday materials, I devised a system which I thought was fraught with possibilities, extracting water from air . To accomplish this, I strung together a number of empty plastic juice bottles , hung them upside down with caps removed and positioned them near my growing plants in the garden.
Warm, moisture-laden air would fill the bottles during the day, and cooler temperatures at night would condense moisture from the trapped air. The droplets would drip out by gravity and water the plants. I have noticed that melting occurs beneath the strings of bottles while unmelted snow remains. ERGO......
An unexpected outcome was realized when the sun shone through the bottles . Fleeting moments of beauty were made visible. This was a secondary, but impressive result of stringing plastic bottles together.
Following installation of my bottles, a very strange and provocative period ensued. Connecticut in Midwinter is cold and snowy, but all that changed---mild weather, almost no snow for an extended period. You don’t suppose? A coincidence you say? I thought not!
Overcoming my natural modesty, I began to prepare my acceptance speech for the award which would be coming my way, without doubt.
THEN IT SNOWED. .
Turns out, that veil over my face was more of a cloud over my mind or a bag over my head.
told my mother that meant that I would be a gifted person who would bring great honor to the family. All these years I waited for greatness to descend upon me, or however it got to me.
Recently, I began to think that fortune teller was a smart cookie. I had stumbled upon a notion which gave promise of expanding the knowledge of and possibly control of the environment previously thought to beyond the reach of mortals.
The mental process leading up to my discovery is in itself, quite interesting, and possibly a potential doctoral research topic .
I had sought a means of solving the problem of watering my garden without hauling and hosing. Using everyday materials, I devised a system which I thought was fraught with possibilities, extracting water from air . To accomplish this, I strung together a number of empty plastic juice bottles , hung them upside down with caps removed and positioned them near my growing plants in the garden.
Warm, moisture-laden air would fill the bottles during the day, and cooler temperatures at night would condense moisture from the trapped air. The droplets would drip out by gravity and water the plants. I have noticed that melting occurs beneath the strings of bottles while unmelted snow remains. ERGO......
An unexpected outcome was realized when the sun shone through the bottles . Fleeting moments of beauty were made visible. This was a secondary, but impressive result of stringing plastic bottles together.
Following installation of my bottles, a very strange and provocative period ensued. Connecticut in Midwinter is cold and snowy, but all that changed---mild weather, almost no snow for an extended period. You don’t suppose? A coincidence you say? I thought not!
Overcoming my natural modesty, I began to prepare my acceptance speech for the award which would be coming my way, without doubt.
THEN IT SNOWED. .
Turns out, that veil over my face was more of a cloud over my mind or a bag over my head.
# posted by Noonski @ 5:21 PM 
