tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70660773671832596972024-03-13T08:43:12.704-07:00Sundog SkillsUsing literature, the sun and recycled paper to promote sustainabilityBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-8646018206864334762011-01-12T20:54:00.000-08:002011-01-12T19:55:40.370-08:00Wood Words<p$1><p$1>by Brian Underwood<br />
<p$1><p$1><p$1>Wood Words<br />
<p$1><p$1>Say that three times real fast<br />
<p$1><p$1>My axe splits the wood into three roughly equal pieces. One I split in half; another I cut into six pieces and the smallest strip of kindling I carve down into curly shavings. I pile the larger pieces over the smaller tinder.<br />
<p$1><p$1>The dome of heaven is filled with stars stretching across the Milky Way and time. Out of the light-speckled sky comes an ancestral memory of some proto-Underwood starting the first manmade fire. This Prometheus--was he the first man to break with nature? He no longer needed nature to give him fire. He could now cook his food and put some warmth into the cold night air.<br />
<p$1><p$1>A single striking spark generates a burning ball, which ignites the larger kindles. I soon have my campfire going. I have enough fuel to cook a trout for dinner and put some warmth into the cold night air.<br />
<p$1><p$1>He could keep the beast from his sleep and for the first time he could relax and think. Sometimes he would burn a plant and the smoke would fill his lungs and mind and give him visions of gods.<br />
<p$1><p$1>With fire, he would survive the ice age. This fire would take him through Iron Age and the industrial revolution and to his final break with nature--the atom bomb--<strong>Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.*</strong> And now we, the sons and daughters of Prometheus, our machines are filling the sky with climate-changing carbon.<br />
<p$1><p$1>Were there people --once upon a time-- who lived with nature? They did not chop, cut, and burn; they lived with wood. They let the wood provide for them. What wood words did these nature’s children use?<br />
<p$1><p$1>The vocabularies we use to talk about our connection with nature use words of the present. Today our society relates to the world with a language that is consumptive. We cut, burn, market, advertise, sell, and buy. We build houses to hold the things we consume. We generate energy to power the machinery that consumes ever more resources.<br />
<p$1><p$1>However, the future is not written and when it is I do not know if any words that, we have in our language can be used. The words of the future will need to be words that require no definition, the same way that our wood words of today such as cut, split, and burn all have self-evident meanings. Words like sustainability or conservation can have different connotations. Permaculture is a made up word that requires an explanation.<br />
<p$1><p$1>We need a new language with new phonemes with sounds of peace and cooperation. Words, which have meanings other than--cutting and burning until nothing, is left. We need simple words that give rise to knowledge and awareness. The future must have a vocabulary of wisdom, which balances want with necessity. We must have poetry. We need expressions of art that reveal the beauty of the natural world and lexis of science that makes clear our place in nature. These words will write the future and nature’s children will sing these wood words.<br />
<p$1><p$1><strong>*Robert Oppenheimer after the Trinity Explosion</strong></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-36891574242387627222010-10-14T15:30:00.000-07:002010-10-14T15:43:16.314-07:00Upon the occasion of the retirement of Brain Underwood-Prometheus is FreedThe Charles Dickinson novel, “ Tale of Two Cities” starts with this line. “It was the best of times it was the worst of times.” Which could also start the story of my career at Martin Drake. I will remember the best of times and forget the coal dust and fly ash the heat the cold.<br />
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I will remember the times when operators-mechanics-electrician, I and C, mamagement, admin,building services, planning and stores all came together to solve a problems or those start-ups that went on without any problems and the breaker closing and load being dispatch when requested. <br />
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The bosses would tell you “ good job”. <br />
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I will remember those long nights when the machines would operate with without a hitch--we would arm our self against the siren of sleep with stories and even though we had told each other the same story a hundred times before, we all still listened because it a well told tale.<br />
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I will remember the funny hour--that time on those long nights usually around 4 o’clock in the morning of the fourth nightshift when--everything-- anybody said was funny and we world laugh and get through another shift.<br />
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I will remember people like Damon Dillinger and late Dave Horton because they were both such characters that I smile when I think of them.<br />
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My wife Diane and my son Reed will remember that I came home safe.<br />
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I will remembered summer nights--the plant being so un-godly hot I would go out on the roof to catch some cooling air. Seeing shinning lights across the city always inspired me. Those city lights spark and flash to the horizon because of the work you do here. Because of the power Martin Drake generates people are eating a hot meals. They are reading and writing, watching television and computing--they will be having parties, listening to music, singing and dancing. Babies being born and someone will be dying.<br />
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The design of a power plant is to burn coal to make steam to make electricity. The goal of all the men and women who work at Martin Drake is to bring light to the City of Colorado Springs. That is the important job that you all do<br />
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I thank the operators that I supervised in generating safe, clean economical electrical power, Tony Ott, Kevin Wilson, Frank Sisenros, Aaron Hodge and Chris Cox. I like to think that we did some good work towards that end, and if we did it was because of their hard work. <br />
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I will remember those who were with me during the best of times and those that stood by me in the worst of times. I will remember all of you warmly<br />
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After near 21 years working for Colorado Springs Utilities at Martin Drake (and other plants) I can say that the last two years have been the Best of Times.<br />
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Audios, good luck, Prometheus is freedBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-44293202479854526492010-06-10T15:45:00.000-07:002010-06-13T14:43:42.556-07:00Mr.Green Jeans Sustainability Project<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41sIIL72W2lhem0resBLS0Q9vsPZHY_1DbNbxUHGcN6X3mLYKAwFReM5-PRMleYgm2legvvz_wH87cJCVTSKrYbK2uujOW1HWVGnnHrek4U6xF1NjhJH2GS6aKCKmjw07YAws54daTGIp/s1600/captainkang12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41sIIL72W2lhem0resBLS0Q9vsPZHY_1DbNbxUHGcN6X3mLYKAwFReM5-PRMleYgm2legvvz_wH87cJCVTSKrYbK2uujOW1HWVGnnHrek4U6xF1NjhJH2GS6aKCKmjw07YAws54daTGIp/s320/captainkang12.jpg" /></a></div>Mr.Green Jeans' Guide to Sustainable Living is a 25 page chapbook with meal recipes, cleaning formulas, methods and tools which will help you live a sustainable lifestyle. The book also contains environmental literature<br />
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The unique aspect of this project is that the chapbook is yours copyright free. By sending your return e-mail address I will send you and electronic copy –an Office 2007 file. After which you are free to add your own <strong>Ideas</strong> and <strong>Thoughts</strong> about <strong>Sustainable Living</strong>.<br />
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Add any vegetarian recipes, environmentally safe cleaning formulas, the best ways to recycle, repair and reuse, publish pictures or art work, essays, poems or any creative work about the environment.<br />
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Add your name to the list of Scriveners and your e-mail or website at the end. Then, using recycled paper, print out 10 copies. When you add copy it will change they layout. Remember that by adding one page of copy you will increase the book by four page. So you have plenty of room.<br />
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Once printed fold the pages into a booklet. Starting at the bottom, make a hole at 1 1/2 inches, at 4 1/4 inches and at 7 inches. Bind the book with a saddle stitch using hemp twine found at craft stores. From the outside of the spine thread into the booklet then out through the top hole. Then thread down the outside fold and back into the bottom hole. Then back out through the middle hole. Cut, tie and trim tag ends.<br />
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Give your books to family and friends or leave copies at a local freetrade coffee shop. The book is easily mailed with a 42-cent stamp. E-mail copies to your creative friends who would like to help spread a sustainable lifestyle. And please e-mail me a copy of your work. <br />
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*Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-74244537249239583882009-08-25T21:45:00.000-07:002009-08-25T11:15:09.306-07:00Sundog SkillsSundog skills are those skills that I have for working towards a more sustainable life. The skills of publishing chapbooks in a safe, clean and economical way. See my Instructables <a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Sustainable_Living_Ideas/">http://www.instructables.com/id/Sustainable_Living_Ideas/</a> and blog <a href="http://sundogpt.blogspot.com/">http://sundogpt.blogspot.com/</a>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-31423933985228702942009-08-25T10:32:00.000-07:002009-09-12T00:05:13.064-07:00Nightshift--Power Plant<div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><em>I truly believe in renewable energy. I have read a fair amount about this subject. The science is there. The technologies are good. There are alternative energies that can be of economic value to America. However something that we all should understand is that America is not going to get to that that </em><strong>Clean Carbon Free Hydrogen Economy</strong><em> without</em> <strong>Grid Electrical Power</strong><em>. The energy we need to reach that future must come from somewhere—we are just going to have to burn a little more. </em></span><span style="color:#000000;"><em>This story is about burning coal. </em></span></span></div><p><span style="color:#000000;">Three hours left of a string of three night shifts. It had been a very long and uneventful night. What we called in the Navy, “Like sailing between the islands of boredom and tedium.” We could hear the rumble of the fire in the boilers and the whine of the turbines-- generating 220 megawatts of electricity-- white noise-- a siren of sleep. Three more hours and we would make it out alive.</span></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">We were all in the control room save Aaron. He was out emptying his oil buckets. We sat around quietly talking, trying to stay awake, Tony’s eyes going closed and opening, staying closed a little longer each time. Joe was talking simultaneously about his daughter, his past and present female relationships, why we can’t get enough air in the boiler, Denver Bronco football and his daughter. Frank was listening.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Jim and I were in our regular quiet little discussion about creationism and evolution with me losing to Christianity. No matter how much I told him of the geological evidence, I could not dissuade his deeply held beliefs in a 6,000-year-old earth. God bless America. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />The discussion had moved to the division between church and state. I was about ready to quote--as best I could--from a Jefferson letter to those Baptist fellows. Tony’s eyes had been closed for three minutes. Joe had not stopped talking--Frank was still listening. God bless his soul.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">An alarm went off. AAALLLRRR AAALLLRRR AAALLLRRR AAALLLRRR AAALLLRRR AAALLLRRR</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Tony’s eyes opened up like a roller blind in a Saturday morning cartoon show and in his Alabama way of saying things, “That’s not very good.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“What is it?”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Lost flow on B Feeder.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Frank—Joe” </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“We‘re on our way, boss.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“So put some fire to it, boys. Jim, we can’t lose more than three megawatts.” </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Tony took the fire by the hand and added fuel. “Got all the igniters in, boss.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“You boys know what you’re doing –I’m going out to the feeder. “<br />“Remember, no more than three.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Out at the feeder, the PSO’s-- these Prometheus men-- had an air lance in the feeder’s throat. They were in a shower of coal, the black rain filling their ears and shirt pockets. I had to yell above the staccato rapping of the coal pipe vibrators.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“What we got going? “</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Wet coal.” Frank put a ball of coal in my hand for inspection.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Wet coal. Operating a power plant is hard work-- it’s harder when it rains.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Joe, looking into the feeder, “We got coal back!”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Let the control room know.”</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">“You got coal flow back, Tony!”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Aye, aye. “</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Back in the control room, boiler pressure was going up and the drum level was dropping. Tony already had the boiler master backed down and was pulling out fuel. Jim had taught him well. In three minutes he had the boiler back in auto. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“How many megawatts did we lose?”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Brian! We did not lose a single one-- maybe 300 kilowatts-- if that.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Yeah, inertia and some damn good are firing.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Yeah, inertia.”</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Two hours and 45 minutes left of three long and uneventful night shifts. The sleep we wished for so devoutly will not come so easily now. </span></div>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066077367183259697.post-49252439805498390032009-07-01T13:15:00.000-07:002009-07-02T23:16:18.604-07:00The Ruin<span style="color:#000000;">A translation poem<br />by Reed Underwood<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Wall was well wrought when wild fate razed it down.<br />Stronghold ruptured…<br /><br />Splintered roofbeams snapped towers<br />Giants’ work those workers in stone<br />molders and decays. Rime rots on gates<br />rots on mortar. Shattered shields<br />roofs collapsed swallowed under by age.<br />The builders? Buried in dirt grasp<br />long gone given to grave grip<br />while fifty fathers and sons pass by.<br />Wall weathered with grey moss<br />and red stone. Kings fell here and<br />withstood strong storms. Archway crumbled<br />but wallstone stands still…<br />…crafted stone shone<br />…sunk in frozen loam.<br /><br />Witfull was one who wisely<br />bound wallbase in iron. Wonderful cunning.<br /><br />Bright buildings halls watered by springs<br />high heavy gables resounding with rejoicing.<br />Many mead-halls filled by many men<br />revelers loud and long. Fate broke them.<br /><br />Days of disease descended dead men all around.<br />Death stole away these people’s bright bloom.<br />Came to where they’d fought came in the waste lands<br />in the citadel in the ruins.<br />Strong tribes sank to dust.<br />By this battering the court is shadowed silent<br />and the red stone arch wrenched from roof side<br />dips to touch ground…<br />Blocks bashed broken…<br /><br />This hold held many men golden garnished<br />gleaming glad feeling wine willful<br />flashing felling swords flashing gold and gems<br />the whole horde of this cold castle.<br />Into standing stone springs surged.<br />Basin filled full hot water held.<br />All these baths once whole hot hearth.<br />Pleased people it did…<br />……………<br />Steaming springs loose ran on stone<br />into ring tub……it is a house….<br />….city…<br />…a thing for kings…<br /><br /><br /><br />“The Ruin” was written in England during the 8th century. It describes the Roman ruins in the city of Bath. This “Giant’s work” must have seemed massive to the poem’s anonymous author, whose Anglo Saxon people lived in towns and semi-permanent encampments. This was the Dark Ages after all. People’s lives had returned to nature after the heights of Roman comfort. The achievements of the Roman architects of Bath were far beyond the Anglo-Saxons. Yet for all its grandeur, Bath still lay in ruins, and the poem is about this clear irony. But the real beauty of “The Ruin” is not in what is present, but in what is missing. The only original copy of the poem is a fragment, a piece of burnt and decayed parchment with whole lines destroyed and lost to history. (An ellipsis in the text indicates missing lines) Because of this loss, the poem becomes a sublime marriage of form and content. An architectural structure built and then ruined by nature and the passage of time is described by a poetic structure, written and then ruined by nature and the passage of time. Neither subject nor object can beat decay. I decided to translate “The Ruin” for Mr. Green Jeans because it is a chilling reminder of nature’s ultimate power over mere human creation. One day, seemingly very soon, even our gigantic works will begin to go the way of the Bath ruins. Green living ensures that we will be flexible enough to survive even among the ruins and that our “people’s bright bloom” won’t be snuffed soon</span>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07406958443944848964noreply@blogger.com0