Wednesday, 25. June 2008, 15:16:48
i realize this blog post doesn't go along the lines i intended with my blog space . . . .
but i feel the need to post this today, because it interests me and i want feedback from other people.
i will do more research, but this is just too important, imo, for me to wait until later to share!
while searching and reading the news of this day, i've found this piece on bbc news
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7472722.stmit goes with my interests in the wind turbines' usefulness to our society by providing energy through natural means and resources readily available.
if you view my photos and find the white ghosts photos you might be amused at my facination -- or not.
i have an issue with anyone who makes enough money to house themselves in an apartment for an extravigant amount of money in a city that uses business enterprise to take advantage of others extracting their wealth from others. -- that issue is an entirely different blog post, nevermind.
what interests me here is what i've seen proposed in the past, particularly -- the use of wind turbine technology to power an entire building and provide extra supply to surrounding equipment . . . .
what are your feelings and comments on this subject? does it interest you as much as it does me? would you live in a building such as this if you had to live in New York, USA?
thanks. deborah.
---------------found my old write and added it today, 26 june unedited------------------
April 2008 Powered
These giant white ghosts stand silent,
motionless in excellence waiting to be heard.
A touch, a breath, or a whisper of air
whips blades like a thunderbolt . . .
powered by the wind.
deborah.
Wednesday, 11. June 2008, 00:02:28
the deborah show, 10 june 2008
this muse today comes from an online person who inspired me to write . . .
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re-inventing oneself.
maybe we find we've bitten off more than we can chew.
maybe we found a part of ourselves we didn't know was real.
maybe we decide to stop for a deeper look, and
re-invent ourselves somewhere else.
turns out i'm a complainer of sorts whatever the circumstance.
turns out i'm not happy with myself and my accomplishments.
turns out i've a chance to change for the better, and
re-invent myself somewhere else.
only to find
only to seek
only to realize
reinvention is merely an extension of
me, myself, and I.
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side note from/for mariana: earthquake equals seismic move
i love it! now if i can only remember how to spell seismic.
Tuesday, 3. June 2008, 21:06:29
part two, what's the crowd doing?
a month or so has passed since we've been to the cliff-side of lake trummel. we'd been training in many locations at other lakes and recreational facilities, but one of our favorite spots is at lake trummel. the peace, the solutitude, surrounded by nature (even if this body of water was made by man), and all the adventures. the drought has put a toll on the levels of water, the amount of rainfall or lack thereof; the insects have declined in number, the great blue herron flock has decreased to three birds. there are fish but the pickings are slim. the larger fish are eating all the smaller fish (the birds' food), because there just isn't enough to go around.
once we've embarked on our first romp on the base of the plateau, we noticed the large crowd of turkey vultures across the way at the cliff-side of the lake. oh well, they are just doing their job. this adventure is quite unique because the low level of water has exposed the numerous trees that died when flooded by the waters. the trunks are most interesting and there are many smells (so the dogs tell me). the cove where we go across the way is almost dry, but the desert willows are still swaying in the breeze. it is a very hot breeze that blows this day. there is dust in the air making it hard to breath. we take a slow pace and take in the changes of the environment.
the vulture crowd still draws my attention. they seem to be having trouble with whatever it is that has attracted so many birds in one location. "well kids, let's go see what all the fuss is about." we head to the other side via the car and the barren path. using the car's air conditioner, because of the heat, we make our way. we can park closer than before and there is no shade, but we don't intend to stay long -- it is just too hot today!
i've decided we'll train on-lead this time, and the dogs oblige. they are very well behaved, and i am very proud of them. we make our way towards the crowd of turkey vultures who immediately start to scramble in the sky with the worst protests you can imagine! the closer we get to the shoreline, the more beautiful rocks we find. then to my surprise we stumble upon a bloated corpse. i am saddened. the beaver who was so strong and alive is now in front of me bloated and dead. his body is in about a foot of water and the wind blows the ripples over his remains. how could this be? what happened? why did such a time come to pass before we ever got to experience his life?
as nature would have it, the dogs could care less about the dead beaver. they are ready to run the flat bed lake, so i release them to "stay in sight and you are free." my curisosity takes hold and i begin to "mess with the dead animal." using a stick and a rock, i observe that he is in fact a male (no genitals left in the center of his abdomin -- that is one of the few places where a vulture can penetrate a corpse). he has no head wounds (visible), nor any gunshot wounds, there are no claw marks on his body, and he appears to be asleep. his eyes shut tight, his tiny ears (very tiny ears) shut to keep out the water, and it is a sad sight. i pull him towards the shore out of the water -- that is what the fuss was about, because vultures don't like to get wet! here they come my loving dogs, they sniff, they look at me, and off they go on their own adventure again. they are such good companions, i am a very lucky person!
there is little fur left on this corpse due to the vultures and the water. it is still pliable and easily manipulated. i begin my adventure and observation of the beaver. he has the most unique physique with his tiny front feet to the larger webbed paws in the rear. the head is small in comparison to his body, which is rather large. his tail, oh my, his tail is magnificant! it has to be as long as from my fingertips to the middle of my arm! his tail is as wide as my palm and some. his tail is covered with a flesh that is almost like a scaled catfish skin, much different than his hide. his fur-hide is different than his body-hide. there are some physical traits hidden due to the water bloat and the time since his death, which must have been a couple days ago -- preserved by the water. i think maybe he died of old age or sickness.
when i turn the corpse over, the mouth reveals the fangs and teeth. i am amazed at what i see. there are colors and depth to this mouth of the beaver. i touch these fangs that claw down logs so easily. one comes loose very easily and i retrieve the upper and lower fangs, and the bottom jaw teeth for my collection. this may seem like a waste, but i feel it is important to my education and the education of others in my community. alas, i have not brought my knife and i have no means to transport this animal's corpse. i am saddened, but refine myself to the knowledge of the beaver's tail. i think the vultures will do their job and leave the remains for me to find another day. i take my leave with a heavy heart. the thought of losing a fantastic being to nature means the honest truth, we cannot control nature.
part three, from the shoreline
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this was written around the end of august 2006. i did not take the time to edit it again, although i see several changes that could be made. i am lazy this day. hope you enjoy the read.
Saturday, 31. May 2008, 16:38:05
part one, the first glance
this tale covers a vast array of adventures and thoughts associated with one particular subject, the beaver that lived at the man-made lake, lake trummel, in sweetwater, texas.
we take you back to mid-summer, when we first began to train tawny to be a big dog and travel with us to our favorite spots for excersise and adventure. jean luc and i have been coming to lake trummel for several years now. we've seen the waters rise and fall depending on the season and the rainfall amounts. we've seen many different creatures, plants and insects during our adventures here. but this trip was special because we had a new friend who was learning to be just like us big dogs and find adventure!
we started out on the lower slope of the plateau where there is more sand than rock, more mud than water, and much more room to roam. the great blue herrons honked and swooped over our shoulders as they announced our arrival to the lake's inhabitants. these birds are great fishermen and know exactly where to catch their lunch. jean luc ignores their flight, but tawny wants to chase them -- a futile attempt at best! the summer heat has already begun even at this early hour and our thirst is not as overpowering as our quest for adventure and learning.
the romping and roaming finished, tongues lagging, we head to the car for a drink. there we've found a shady mesquite tree to rest and ponder our next move. after a short break, i decide we should investigate the cliff side of the lake across the way. the drive is short, but slow. lots of broken pathways for this old car to manuever, but we find the way and soon find a large oak tree grove for shade. parked and instruction given for the dogs to, "stay close," we embark on our next adventure.
the rocks of the cliff hold many secrets. small houses for the cliff swallows. larger houses for the snakes' dens. layers of colored clay and sandstone fill the areas between the cedar trees above the cliff and the brush at the base. i ponder what happened during the different periods of white clay and sandstone, the black, the red, the orange, and then back to the white eras that form a timeline much like the rings of an old oak tree. the swallows are taking flight to get their drink from the lake and we follow their path down to the shoreline. it is a muddy area with a few cattail patches and other various swamp-like vegetation thrive (along with the red-winged black birds). in the clearing on the shore we find a spot with a few big boulders for us to sit and take in the wonderful view.
the blue herrons are across the way fishing out their supper, the swallows have quenched their thirst and head for the latest swarm of insects to eat (poor dragon flies). overhead there are a number of turkey vultures soaring with the breezes, also looking for a meal. i decide we've pondererd enough, so we begin the art of training. the object is for tawny to stay close enough to see me, yet allow her enough room to run free. she is in such a state of happiness, you can see it in her eyes. her excitement has rubbed off on both jean luc and me. we run right out there with her in the mud and the bugs -- without a care in the world. we race towards the end of the shoreline where the cove springs forth life for the desert willows and many, many dragon flies! ah, the shade feels so good and the breeze blows through the braches making for a restful visit.
well rested and refreshed, we head back towards the cliffs and the next adventure. this time, i require the pack to stay close together -- no more roaming and romping free. as we approach the shoreline that leads to the cliff banks where the water runs straight up and into the rock, there is a big splash and an animal swims out to the middle of the water. curious, i get my binoculars only to see a very large beaver. full tail, full of brown fur, and full of energy fleeing the safety of his den. his home was being invaded by strangers! his swimming is strong, his profile is low, when he dives his tail is revealed in its glory . . . . in all his glory!
i am frozen in my stance. i cannot believe my eyes. i release the dogs to roam the cliffs, but "watch for snakes." i find a large boulder above the area where i believe the beaver's den is located, and i watch and wait patiently. my patience pays off, he returns quickly and silently slipping into his den and his safety. i still cannot believe my eyes! i have never experienced a live beaver in his own habitat. i am amazed at how big he is, how streamline his body, and how well he maintains his domain! i resolve to leave him in peace and intrude no longer this day. i call the dogs and we head for the car. the heat is upon us now and lunchtime calls our bellies, so we make our leave of this wonderful adventureous day.
part two, what's the crowd doing? (for the next show, maybe tomorrow)
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i have mixed feelings about this story, because it does not end well, yet it does . . . ironic as my life! part three might reveal some surprises, but the fact is that this beaver is dead. that is what saddens me. from what i understand, this area used to have a very populated community of beaver -- drought and human population have curbed them along with the cougar that roams free and gets hungry too. the coyotes have also helped to decrease the population of many a creature in this area, including the great blue herrons and their eggs! what puzzles me more is that i thought a fox was more prone to eating birds' eggs than coyotes -- i was wrong . . . coyote packs eat whatever they can and they bar no holes (even eating their own young pups as lions do when times are tough).
nature is a never-ending story of mystery and investigation (imo)! --- i hope you enjoyed the read! until next time this is another deborah show. thank you my online friends.
Friday, 30. May 2008, 19:04:19
this is an old post that i had forgotten about. in trying to find a post about something else i stumbled upon this write. i do hope you enjoy the read.
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dogs of all colors rule
fetch me the paper, fetch me my shoes
follow me here and rest at my feet
happiness starts whenever you bring me
to that wonderful place of your undying love
show me the way and i will follow you
guide me through this lonely life
even for only a brief moment in time
your love shines bright
forever in my heart shall you remain
my faithful companion
you don't even complain
i long to be as gentle a creature as you
my loving partner, my dog, my friend
time goes by too quickly for you dear boy
the lessons you've taught me will carry
over and will be shared with others
for the rest of time
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30 sep 2004, deborah steele
narrative: 23 july 2006, this was written and inspired by jean luc, my male boxer. jean luc found me. he ran up to me with his tongue hanging out (he'd been chasing a female hound dog) from the highway. all he wanted was a drink of water. i offered him my mug which is usually filled with water. my friends gasped at the sight of a dog drinking from my mug. then, jean luc gave me a look and touched his body against my leg. he's never left my side. we had to call another friend to take us home, because the people i was travelling with refused to allow a stray dog in their suv. on the ride home, i was going through call names . . . none seemed to bring any attention to me from jean luc. i replied to my friend who was driving us home, "you know michael, this dog has the head and eyes of the captain from star trek (one of michael and my favorite past-times was watching star trek together), jean luc picard." upon that statement, jean luc stood up and licked me on the cheek. jean luc is not a licker and rarely does he give a kiss. jean luc is a hugger and he loves to snuggle! immediately, within the week, i had him vaccinated and made arrangements for him to be neutered. we've made so many friends over the many years we've been friends, that i will surely pass on his wisdom and love to each animal that enteres my life until the day i die! bb.
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there was a time when people online knew me as boxerbtch (bb). since then i became one blue box -- so i am still a bb!
Sunday, 25. May 2008, 19:25:31
writing on a whim. that is how i live my life, on a whim. day by day, moment by moment.
this post is ment to inspire the whims of your life. post your whims, post your thoughts, post anything you like. i am sure i will enjoy the read, i have confidence in a whim.
for my friends, this "whim" is an inspiration, a feeling of the moment, and don't forget that a whim passes in a moment when one expresses true human emotions.
my whim today:
i will never forget what happened. i will always remember how much love i feel for you.
the days fleeting in the moment never to return. fond memories of a love and friendship, like no other.
this day brings us closer to the find, closer to the meaning of our love.
Tuesday, 20. May 2008, 17:19:48
i post this today because i remembered this work-in-progress, thanks to Cois. i began this piece on 26 july 2004, and revised it more with another posting on 11 july 2006.
today, i offer a part of my write that has held true through the revisions. i plan to pick this one up again and rewrite it. i appreciate any inputs or comments from all of you. the first muse was my spirit "guide" that lead me to recognize some things inside me. i have changed spirit guides many times in my life, but i've always been shown one of greater influence than others depending on that time in my life.
today, i am not sure which spirit is guiding me . . . i think the spirits are quiet for now, waiting for me to make my own choices in my life. who knows, we will see and time will tell as it always does . . . the true spirit of my life. hope you enjoy the show today. thanks. deborah.
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The Black Wolf Walks The Stream. deborah.
you may never know what you've lost.
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you may never understand,
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diverse and open-minded people see what belongs in life's reality.
i am the black wolf who walks the stream.
in the stream in the middle of the woods going down the mountain,
are many, many . . .
all are welcome to drink, swim, eat, and enjoy the stream (life).
i am the black wolf who walks the stream.
so many friends and family are among those living in this stream (life).
variety of life brings us together to walk through the stream (life).
will you walk with us and live with us
among the trees, plants, bears, birds, insects,
and the fish that swim the stream?
i am the black wolf who walks the stream, and there are no enemies here!
Sunday, 18. May 2008, 12:55:18
New Friend, Old Friend, Dear Friend
companionship is a true human virtue that produces love
love fills the air and travels over miles and miles conquering all obstacles in this space we call life
life can be hard, rarely easy, so thank goodness for friends and family
family is either by blood, marriage, or adoption, and so are friends
friendship is a treasure and should be honored and valued greater than any gold, silver or green
I value my friends, new, old, and those I’ve lost touch with
I thank each of you for the love you share
I hope each of you will find happiness and that special space in life that only a true friend deserves
we may let each other down every now and then, being selfish or ignorant, but don’t feel bad because that is human nature
once a friend, always a friend
dear friend
Deborah 1/9/2002, revised 20 august 2004
now you might not know what to say, that is okay. feel free to add your own twist to these words, take them and share them -- i don't need the credits they are here for all to read and share. that is my gift to humanity! deborah. 18 may 2008
Sunday, 11. May 2008, 16:08:38
the show today is one of rememberance and a reminder of what holds some of use so dear.
our family, our loving and our love for, our families.
i would prefer to take this show into a discussion rather than a creative writing piece on my part. bare with me please and join in.
a tribute to our families and our love for those we know as family.
i'm not talking about my friends, although they are great people too. i'm talking about my family members by blood and by soul. they, are part of me, as i am part of them. i am blessed to be a member of, and i know who i am in a large part because of, my family.
for those of you who've been on the journey with me and the deborah show, you know how much i respect my dogs and animal companions. you also probably understand the devotion and inspiration i gain for happiness in life each day from these creatures of my immediate family.
what you might not know about the deborah show is how much influence my family gave to me when i began to realize the "i" in me. i feel that the journey from my first breath began to unfold with the love my family felt for me. bringing me to this day that i breath and write this fold. a tale of how the love given me has brought me to give love to thee. (sorry, i can't help but rhyme there.)
this might be too long for some to read, but it is rather short indeed. i post this today for all to see, if you're reading i think you'll feel what i mean.
thanks to nelu for the inspiration. thanks pat for the insight. thanks mariana for the reminders and memories. thanks andy, your talents are great. thanks bruce for the insight. thanks jan for the encouragement. thanks mom for all your love and kindness. thanks for letting me, be me. deborah.
Saturday, 10. May 2008, 21:42:51
i hope to be as creative as some people i've seen. i have the opportunity, just have to find the means . . . that part of myself that explodes into wealth of
creativity
just a thought, a spark, a flicker . . . see what i mean?
some advise a person to stick to a theme, but i see the chance to realize
a dream of being multi-talented and showing my craft
now i've got to get down to the task
i'll learn the tools of the trade and share my wares
keep in touch with the show for it might emplode.
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