Three Gifts for the Fourth of July
July 4, 2018
Music, Kindness and Reading. Someone told me we should live for these every day.
(There is a gift for you at the end)
One gift will add to the other, and you will be glad you did all three. For motivation, take a peak at this video of veterans reunited with family. You may only be able to take a few minutes. I needed a lot of Kleenex.
1) Music. Give one veteran something from YOUR HEART to THEIR HEART! A song, a collection, a simple CD of music that has touched you and them in a way that makes you happy, makes you want to dance.
If you are a musical artist, give them a concert!
It’s your time to give back to the 1% that protect the 99%.
2) Kindness. Do something that will stop wars. If we stop wars, there can be no more veterans suffering from ruined lives or families due to their experience in war. My suggestion is reach out and understand someone from a different culture, particularly Muslim, as we seem to need to understand them. One of the greatest generals and former President Dwight Eisenhower noted that the biggest way we can end wars is to embrace others as people, not alien beings who just don’t speak English.
Here’s a couple of Muslims you might enjoy. The video is old, quality not great, but oh so sweet.
Please try these simple things. The results will be huge. Music brings us together, and I believe heals as well as any prescription I could ever write as a doctor.
Don’t let music, our music with each other, our love for one another, die.
If you just feel you can’t get motivated to do it, you just don’t have it in you, remember, all that stands in your way is YOU. Just Try, like this beautiful song.
3) Reading. There is one final gift you can try. Give a veteran a book.
Better yet, give them a Kindle and they can carry the Library of Congress with them, a Kindle Fire and they can listen to all that music and watch all those color videos, too.
Thanks for stopping by. there is a gift waiting for you, too.
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June 10, 2018
How many gallons of fresh water per day are normally figured per person?
I found out I had no water sense. In writing my latest book I learned so much from Brian Werner at Norther Water Conservancy http://www.northernwater.org/sf and I thought I would pass it on.
The answer, at least in Colorado goes back to very specific rules developed for water rights from rivers. Since reservoir storage capacity was figured in acre-feet, that is what was used. They decided that one family of four needs one acre-foot of water per year. That’s 325,851 gallons per year, 892.74 gallons of water per day per family, or 223.19 gallons per day per person. The answer is c) 223 gallons per day per person. WOW!
However, the EPA has figured that typical Americans use is 100 gallons per day, or about half what reservoirs typically reserve for us. So there should be plenty. Why are all the rivers drying up, then?
How can we possibly use so much water? Look at typical water use and learn.
This is a great website someone showed me to explore how to teach your kids (or yourself) about fresh water facts and conservation. https://www.epa.gov/watersense
Other ways to conserve water in your home and yard. https://learn.eartheasy.com/guides/45-ways-to-conserve-water-in-the-home-and-yard/
But, I don’t want to do all that stuff to conserve water. Let’s just use the ocean. There is so much water there. Surely that’s the future and we’ll be okay.
The problem is that desalination uses a lot of energy to work and costs twice as much, as regular fresh water sources, though the cost has nearly halved since the Post Carbon Reader came out in 2011.
It’s clear that conservation can help a lot. But with the continued population explosion, we will need other sources of fresh water. Desalination may be the only thing we have. To avoid increasing global warming by using so much energy to process sea water, we need to do it with renewable energy. https://cleantechnica.com/2017/01/18/renewable-water-desalination/
There are other, more drastic solutions to global warming, as in Dan’s War. But that might lead to global war and a post-apocalyptic United States as in Anodyne Eyes.
Sometimes people just don’t care about other people, only their own home, farm or ranch and are willing to do almost anything to prevent others from having any of “their” water. That is a subject I explore in my next book.
Enjoy that glass of cold water now. Your grandkids may not have that luxury.
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Addicted to Water
June 6, 2018
71% of the Earth’s covered surface is water. What percent of that water is fresh?
Answer is at the end.
i AM ADDICTED TO THE STUFF. cAN’T GO EVEN HOURS WITHOUT IT. MY MOST FAVORITE SPORT, FLY FISHING, IS DEPENDENT ON IT. MY LIFE, MY FAMILY, MY FRIENDS, MY PETS, THOSE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS WOULD NOT SURVIVE WITHOUT IT.
How can we get more fresh water?
The amount of fresh water today is the same as it was when humans began “civilization” thousands of years ago.(Post Carbon Reader)
But I want more. I want it for my kids, my grandson, everyone. I want humans to survive.
What can we do to conserve this finite resource? What can I do? What can you do?
In the USA we are lucky. We have about 5% of the world’s population and nearly 8 percent of renewable fresh water. China has almost 20 percent of the world’s population and only 7 percent of renewable fresh water. More than 1 billion people lack access to safe drinking water.
Hell, let’s just take more water out of those huge rivers like the Colorado, Rio Grande, Yellow, Indus, Ganges, Amu, Darya, Murray, and Nile. Problem: These great rivers are tapped out with only a trickle coming out for months at their mouth to the sea.
So what can we do?
Do you care? Since this post mostly reaches USA readers, does it matter to us?
I’ll let you think about that while you cogitate the answer to the question above:
c) 0.01 % of the Earth’s water is fresh.
(To be continued in another post.)
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Vietnam, Lamar Donuts and Motorcycles
May 30, 2017
Memorial Day 2017.
The wall is back this year. I plan on going tomorrow and reading some names this time. No donuts. Don’t want to fill up before the barbecue. I’ll have a few things to say to my kids tomorrow about veterans. We’ll see how it goes. Tune in tomorrow night for an update.
Yep, I went. No donuts, and I read a few of the names, actually touched the wall, getting a feeling in my hand and seeing the reflection of me on the other side. It was a time when I was enjoying the Beach Boys, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Grand Funk Railroad, and making sure I went to college so I wouldn’t get drafted. I probably made a poor choice of colleges, if I wanted to avoid Vietnam. Lucky for me I graduated from the Naval Academy after Nam was over.
I took pictures I haven’t posted yet of the wall, of the times when someone I knew might have gone. Haven’t been able to look at those pictures yet. . . . Someday.
The below is from a few years ago.
I think it had to do with fear. Not run-into-the-bathroom, kiss-your-ass-goodbye fear. More like fear I might see someone’s name I knew. It could happen. So I had to have a Lamar’s donut to kinda ease the worry. Maybe I ate more than one. The French crullers were excellent. Apple fritters: to die for. Probably will. But not today. I got there and actually read a few names.
(You Harley fans, yes there is something about motorcycles. Keep reading.)
I played ball and ran track with guys who graduated from Arapahoe High in ’70, ’71, and there was the off chance someone I actually graduated with in ’72 could be on that wall. What would I do if I saw a name I knew?
No answer to that one because I didn’t read more than three or four names. I’ll say it was because they were all glommed together and it was difficult. I’ll say it was because . . . Yeah. As they taught us at Annapolis, “No excuse, sir!”
I did get a picture or two of the wall.
Each column of names is a certain height to fit the upslope or downslope of the design. Each column is a length of time, usually several months to fill up the column with names of the killed. However, the middle has the tallest column of names. There were a lot of names. How many? 58,261 as of today. Next year they may come up with a few more from remains.
Yet, the thing that impressed me most was the right side of the hump, the year 1967.
The number of names was many more than the left side, 1968-1975, and it only took 2 weeks of time, not months as on the left side, to fill each column, with fewer spaces between names and each line held more. Lots and lots of names. Too many. Way too many.
I had to leave, have another Lamar donut. The chocolate glazed cake was scrumptious.
I’ll be as big as a house if I keep thinking about this. We got way too many donuts.
The real problem where I sit, as a doctor who sees the veterans that come back, not the ones who were killed, is that there are way more mentally killed by that war than are on that wall. And the last ten years is going to be worse. A lot worse. PTSD and TBI are already becoming our daily bread at the Veterans Hospital and clinics.
I wrote a poem about it below. It is a fictitious veteran, but based on fact. Too many facts. Way too many.
By Milt Mays
He lives by himself, even in crowds, sometimes can’t go out at all.
Sound of a car, electric razor, makes his mind flinch,
His thoughts stall.
He’s made great progress everyone says, but he knows it’s still there, alive.
The monster in his closet plays, and can open the door
Was there a time before war when happiness lived,
When he looked at his hands and felt pride?
Maybe an inkling is there of a man whose hands and his heart could
Hands of a cabinetmaker, heart of an artist, with proof on the kitchen wall,
And the music box that plays for her.
But the war in his mind scared her away
With his hands.
Must wear gloves even in summer, nineteen pair, nineteen, nineteen…
Cover the blood, don’t look, even washing.
The stain can’t be cleaned.
He rides Harleys not cars, wide open, not closed.
The speed and the danger, the next curve, the down shift,
Like gloves on the mind, meds cover the madness,
For years made him “functional,”
Stupid, and dull.
So, today he stops them to feel life again,
The Harley, the wind and the road,
I need another donut. Maybe the Bavarian cream-filled Lamar chocolate special. No maybes about it. It was delicious, but way too big and way too rich. Now I’m full and feel guilty and sad. Perhaps that’s appropriate for Memorial Day.
This Memorial Day enjoy a barbecue, a beer, and feel a little guilty and sad. Guilty because we let ourselves get into wars day after day, year after year. Sad for the 1% of Americans that will eat MRE’s today and risk death and more to protect us 99%.
Maybe I’ll go back and read the names. No donuts this time. Just my thoughts, the wind, and The Wall.