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Ah, stuff just comes to us, unasked, n'est pas?
SPG, you may or may not be onto an idea. A highschooler for a science project worked out the math for how trees branch and stem and leaf to gain the maximum exposure to sunlight. Bug flurry at the time and offers of lots of money for the rights/patent but haven't noticed much in the market.
AND, sunflowers track the sun ... this could be pretty easy, an 'eye' that locates the brightest object in the sky then rotates the solar panel so it's always that center of the panel is facing the sun all day.
D, learning to grab our spaces between yucksville as we can. Keep searching.
Myself, this is the grief part, my aunt died yesterday. Age: 96. Making hurried arrangements to go to my hometown as she "wished" that my brothers and I would come to her memorial/funeral/burial. My cuz texted that it's in an "invitation" not an "obligation." Please. I got this.
This is likely my own last visit to my birth place. One last look around as time permits. Growing up funerals confused me because the person is dead, so why the bid deal? They're off the planet; don't care about earthly stuff anymore.
Oh—It's for the living, the witness to grief, the bodies which keep you standing, the gossip (did you see what he wore? Totally inappropriate ...) the witness to the display of wealth and relational networks.
A man named Steve in my long-running dinner discussion group on race, class, and politics called for his memorial while still alive. I went. Fabulous. He beamed the whole time. Off stage, women were jockeying for dates! Then we died, I really can't recall anything coming around about a second memorial. One life, one memorial. You die, it's been nice knowing you.
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