10,000 liters, EMERGENCY DRINKING WATER in the Palm of your HAND.

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So Haiti just got nailed by Hurricane Matthew.

So did 4 states in USA, and other places around the world have problems too.

Water pollution problems exist and everyone wants to ship “BOTTLED WATER”.

Hum, how about some logical thoughts. MSR water filter here, produces somewhere around 10,000 liters WITHOUT REPLACEMENT!

Opps, it is also smaller than a 12 pack of 1 liter water bottles.

It requires NO ELECTRIC, NO GAS, OR FIRE WOOD, or any fuel other that 2 hands pumping.

Any child can run it.

$350 USD plus shipping… 28.6 pennies per liter UDS

One of these in a small town can be pumped 24 hours a day without stopping other than some one else taking over as pumper person…

Any water, except saltwater can be used and the result is drinking water.

There is no NEED OF CONSTANT RUNNING BACK FOR MORE PACKAGES OF BOTTLES WATER. The rescue personnel can MOVE ON TO OTHER THINGS.

Consider a helicopter can carry enough to handle 100 towns and will run out of gas before it would run out of units.

At 29 cents per liter of drinking water, compared to the STANDARD TODAY OF $100 to $150 per liter of drinking water delivered by emergency services!!

If terrorist, black marketer people come to town, a person could hide it under a rock digging a hole big enough in a couple minutes. A dozen could be hidden in a single town and still not be as easy to find as 1000 plastic bottles of water.

A single supply of 1000 of these could produce millions of gallons of SAFE DRINKING WATER! TAKING care of 100 towns and cities…

I have one of the fore runners of this version. 14+ years out in the wilds and still working fine, I have to replace filter cartridges every 500-1000 gallons. But the body has a replacement kit for it’s seals and o-rings too. Totally field service-able. { I updated the yrs as I realized my son is almost 26 yrs old and I got it when he was 11yr in Boy Scouts. It had been on my shopping list for a few years at that point. However, I currently make 10-15 per week with it as I live in peasant quarters in Mexico and filter my daily drinking water. Been using it regularly for months, been in Mexico 10 months.}

So while I did try to talk to some one a while back about something else and he never even responded, I’m willing to bet some one with lots of Rescue contacts would like to think about this Idea.

Not just for Haiti, but for every RESCUE OPERATION, why be illogical and spend billions on “Bottled Water” which weight tons and is limited in use/rescue?

HOW MUCH LITTER ON THE PLANET WOULD NOT HAVE TO EXIST? Millions of plastic bottles in a disaster zone are just another problem to solve.

Those people would have the RESOURCE to help themselves….

Just a thought….

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20161012: Solution to Disaster Area Emergency Water Needs

 

So Haiti just got nailed by Hurricane Matthew.

So did 4 states in USA, and other places around the world have problems too.

Water pollution problems exist and everyone wants to ship “BOTTLED WATER”.

Hum, how about some logical thoughts. MSR water filter here, pr20161012-msr-guardian-water-filteroduces somewhere around 10,000 liters WITHOUT REPLACEMENT!

Opps, it is also smaller than a 12 pack of 1 liter water bottles.

It requires NO ELECTRIC, NO GAS, or any fuel other that 2 hands pumping.

Any child can run it.

One of these in a small town can be pumped 24 hours a day without stopping other than some one else taking over as pumper person…

Any water, except saltwater can be used and the result is drinking water.

There is no NEED OF CONSTANT RUNNING BACK FOR MORE PACKAGES OF BOTTLES WATER. The rescue personnel can MOVE ON TO OTHER THINGS.

Consider a helicopter can carry enough to handle 100 towns and will run out of gas before it would run out of units.

At 10-15 cents per liter of drinking water, compared to the STANDARD TODAY OF $100 to $150 per liter of drinking water delivered by emergency services!!

A single supply of 1000 of these could produce millions of gallons of SAFE DRINKING WATER! TAKING care of 100 towns and cities…

I have one of the fore runners of this version. 14+ years out in the wilds and still working fine, I have to replace filter cartridges every 500-1000 gallons. But the body has a replacement kit for it’s seals and o-rings too. Totally field service-able. { I updated the yrs as I realized my son is almost 26 yrs old and I got it when he was 11yr in Boy Scouts. It had been on my shopping list for a few years at that point. However, I currently make 10-15 per week with it as I live in peasant quarters in Mexico and filter my daily drinking water. Been using it regularly for months, been in Mexico 10 months.}

So while I did try to talk to some one a while back about something else and he never even responded, I’m willing to bet some one with lots of Rescue contacts would like to think about this Idea.

Not just for Haiti, but for every RESCUE OPERATION, why be illogical and spend billions on “Bottled Water” which weight tons and is limited in use/rescue?

Those people would have the RESOURCE to help themselves….

Just a thought….

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20160902: Reflections of Computer Punch card Xmas wreath invention.

1967 news article punch card wreath a 1967 news article

hand & punch card the punch card

wreath on wall of home some one’s home.

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ALL PHOTOS ARE OFF THE INTERNET.

My story of the creation of these fun punch card Xmas wreaths:

In 1962, I created the computer punch card Xmas wreath.
I don’t have any photos of those original wreaths, but the story is one worth telling even if I did so else where on this blog.
I am the male Cinderella story.
1960, I given to a man, who walked me in his house and announced I was “Not his child. Would never be his child. Could not say I was his child.” { I’m 58 yrs old now & that man never changed his story. I disowned him.}
Fine, I was 2 and half years old. I understood, I had to look out for myself.
Since comments of money wasted on me was common, I knew money had to be made to survive in the world.
At 4 yrs old I was taken to the Los Angeles County Dept of Water & Power, by this man to see a big computer.
It was understood I liked machines, I had taken my bike apart and put it back together, I had fixed toaster, plus a couple other items.
A man who lived off & on as a room renter, friend of the family, a professional photographer had shown me his camera setup, a Hasselblad camera.

That hooked me on photography, an amazing piece of equipment. Never had one or even held one in my hands, but still still remember the metal box with foam to protect some of the finest crafted equipment I have ever seen to this day.


That man, dad, worked started in the building, he could take me down after hours without issue.
As the operator of the machine/computer told me of the operations of the room full of flashing lights and whirling disks of long tapes and the punch cards coming out at the end in front of the counter, I noticed the boxes of the cards on the floor.
Every so often he tossed some more in the boxes, there was only so much room to hold them on the machine or just the fact he was standing there talking, no matter.
I was a kid, “What do you do with those cards after they come out of this end of the machine?” I asked.
The man laughed, “We throw them out, can’t fill the holes back up.”
4 year old mind clicking away, “Can I have some?”
The man picked up a box and set it on the counter, with a big smile to dad, “no problem, have box full!” Easy guess the box had a thousand or more punch cards in it.


I had my prize, a box of something to play with. And it did not cost anything, chances were no one was going to bother me about them.
My half brother did not have much interest in them, so I got to sit in the garage for hours and play with my punch cards.


I don’t remember how long I played around with them, but I was one day trying to make paper airplanes out of them.
Useless, long enough, but not wide enough for wings. However I did have the stapler that day and started to staple one end together in a cone and see what else I could staple together.
I had a paper plate from my lunch sandwich and stapled one then another on at different angles around the circle of the plate.


Nope, still not going to fly. Just not a paper airplane.

But the Xmas decorations were in a pile, some had been put up already while other stuff waiting to put up outside or put away on the shelves in the garage. I had a couple in a circle around the plate and was looking at a wreath in the pile…
So I did some more around the whole plate and went into the house to show the maid and others my Xmas wreath. Stepmother & dad were there, never willing to let an insult opportunity pass them by, they laughed at it.
Then joking my stepmother told me to go do more and dad would take me some place where to sell them so I could make some money for Xmas.


Well, I did just that, my mind working on the idea that yes, I could try selling them and make money. The dad of course by now had made it clear I was to pay back what it cost to raise me, I needed to make money.
I did one row around the plate on several plates, then decided to add a second row to some of them. I painted on them and glued some glitter or other stuff on them. I had 7 of these punch card wreaths.
Well a little later with Christmas a week or so away, dad took me to the Gemco parking lot in San Fernando Valley, Granada Hills. We put the wreaths in a shopping cart and I went to the front entrance. Dad standing slightly behind off to the side. Within minutes I was selling my stuff and dad was on top of me watching
Less than an hour, at $1 for the small ones and $3 for a double row one I had made something like $15. Sold out!
Dad was blown away, what a 4 year old kid making $15 an hour in 1962, that was like his pay for being a LA Co. employee.


The next year, I had collected tree branches, pine cones, and other items for decorations, my half brother was sent out to help, but quickly lost interest in having to work or take directions from the little horrible boy.
I made 2 & 3 rows, more stuff for decorations. Dad had bought spray paint, so we painted them. Prices went up also and I had made more of them starting sooner before Xmas to make them.


We again went to Gemco, and yeah there were several other people with their ideas of how to do what I had created. Some had gotten a little fancier even.


The third year, so many people out there doing it, so many with fancy stuff on the punch card Xmas wreath design, dad turned to me, “This is your last year. You don’t have the money these people are spending.”


I was proud of myself, there were like a whole classroom of people selling my creation, 20 or more people each with their versions, all similar to what I had made.  I still sold out, it took longer, but I knew I could survive, I had found out how to make money.
I never looked back, sure I told the story over the years. I knew they were all over the place for years.
However a couple weeks ago, I wanted to see if anyone had one in a photograph on the internet. I have nothing but my memories.


Opps, there is a WHOLE SECTION of a  MUSEUM on these things, it lasted as a FAD for over 10 years.


Photos are screen shot grabs off the internet.


P.S. I never stopped creating, but just as this was something I moved from, so to many of my inventions I never chased the money, I just enjoy creating too much or just used them for my needs and never marketed them.

Computer punch card Xmas Wreath Museum

Is this still a drum? a drum of “CHAOS”.

my toy drum, just something to bang on by myself, but since I am sort of an Anonymous member, as an outcast of societies, and no human rights in the USA. Anyway, I support everyone, so I made a 2 tone mask. Copyright Vanderhoof Photography 2016

my toy drum, just something to bang on by myself, but since I am sort of an Anonymous member, as an outcast of societies, and no human rights in the USA. Anyway, I support everyone, so I made a 2 tone mask. Copyright Vanderhoof Photography 2016

“a drum of “CHAOS”, but not “THE Drum”.

This a hand drum I made.
I am not a drummer.
I have almost no musical background, can not sing, or play any instruments.
I have not studied music, it’s theories, or instrument design.

This comment to myself, Feb of 2016, simply brings me to ask for help.

SPECIAL NOTE ON MY DRUM!!! I started to create this drum in 2004, Sherri was my girlfriend, and as my last allowed attempt at girlfriend, Fall 2004 to Spring 2005, she saw it started, knew the drummer helping me left before she and she never saw it finished. I took it to the High Sierra Music Festival July 2005, so it was play-able at that point  but needed refinement and I got arrested in August 2005. About 2 or 3 months or seeing what I built. Released in 2007, I finally took it out, tuned it up and started playing in Oct/Nov 2015… 10, yes ten full years and I m only now getting to explore it as a creation.  and NO I AM NOT A PUBLIC  drummer, AKA NOISE MAKER. I do not consider my drum noise to be a Real music.

So this drum, to more fully explain, it the result of my desire to fulfill THE last image of a home that loved me when I was 2 yrs. old. A drum up in a closet, I would never play with again.
That drum, last September I learned was my brother David’s drum. I met my younger Sam and sister Carol.
I love music, specially live music, so wanting something I could do on my own, by myself and not care what anyone else thought, a drum remained on the list.

The guy would was showing me how to make the drum, was doing so for a business idea. However, he moved on with other issues and only saw the drum making process a couple of times after he left living on my property.
We did not have any time play on this.

My musician friend listened to a simple recording, said to enjoy my heart out. Nothing special, and not insultive of saying that to me.

20160224: Spinoff, Random Thoughts and Creative Wrought Blog begins!

“Random Thoughts & Creative Wrought” is a place for short stories, poems, ideas, and anything related to my world of being an “Artist”, photos can also be here but not as a “Main Feature”.
“CHAOS” stuff, “Artist” the poem from 2000, photos of my paintings, drum tapes or photos, even journal stuff. Personal Opinion pieces, like a letter from the editor column, just so much easier to keep a separate blog. I do the work offline, then drop in the stories and photos as needed.

I have and will continue to run Vanderhoof Photography it just will be more photography and less other the other stuff.

 

I just want a place to throw the stuff no one reads or cares about, but I want to post anyway…..

 

lovingkindness energy to everyone.

CHAOS …a truer theory.

Updated 20160215: posted on the bottom, but just to let anyone who might right this I added something below.

 

CHAOS is:

NOT    LIMIT

Now this not the same as: Unlimited

Or No Limits………

but You must be CHAOS,

TO UNDERSTAND CHAOS.

It is not a thing.

It is not physical.

and there can be no pattern,

such as your white noise.

White noise is the same, here or there…….in Los Angeles or Texas, or the Moon……..

therefore it can NOT BE CHAOS,

or even an example of CHAOS.

To describe CHAOS, you would only be describing a “MOMENT”

nothing more, and since it is not connect in any pattern OF ANY SORT to the next “MOMENT”…..

it is not CHAOS or a description of CHAOS.

Remember, an electron is BOTH “PATTERN” AND “PHYSICAL”.

 

Further thoughts on the understanding of what “CHAOS” is…

What is a moment in “CHAOS”?

Well since CHAOS can not have any kind of limits, a “moment” in “CHAOS” must include a space of existance so short it can NOT in any way be measured.
It also must include itself, which is WITHOUT BEGINNING or ENDING. So, yes in “CHAOS”  a “moment” can begin and Never end. Since each “moment” is separate within it’s own rules and nothing can be “Impossible” in “CHAOS”, the “without Limit” of “CHAOS” is not violated.
This universe we are in is but a “moment” in “CHAOS”, ask any astrophysicist and they will tell you, the Universe is without end in size and will live for billions of billions years.
Both of which are acceptable by “CHAOS”.
While in “CHAOS” contact, I was enjoying the understanding of billion of billions of universes everywhere I sensed outward. New universes, being created as I mused over the numbers, and as I tried to figure out “A Number” for how many were being created, yep “CHAOS” is without Limits, so the speed would increase beyond counting.
So if you were to try to measure the speed of the “fastest moment” in “CHAOS”, yeah, the speed would increase too. Otherwise you would have a “limit”.
No Limits…. without any kind of limit.
If you are having a hard time wrapping your understanding around that, please start with Quantum Physics. 2015 Sept/Oct Australian scientists prove observer EFFECTS observed. No question about it, your top science without realizing it, respects “CHAOS”.
Now, if you want to travel from THIS universe to the next, 1st define “next”.
2nd, you must pass through “CHAOS” to get there. While I can not say that 2 universes can not touch, that would be a “Limit”.
If this universe is to grow unlimited in it’s life, whatever is outside must also grow to include that growth. So Universes are bubbles in “CHAOS” energy, for lack of a better idea of my personal view. Lines of energy interconnect everything, so no the “universe” is never separate from anything else. A plate of spaghetti and meatballs, if you want a visual image, much much prettier to see and  be immersed in. And again, THIS IS MY IMAGE, yours will be different, it will BE YOUR PERSONAL VIEW!

In human thought, every “thing” has to be quantified, labeled, described. In “CHAOS” not limited, means labels while existing, must also be allowed to NOT exist. Therefore “CHAOS” is an “energy existence”, you are either in “THAT” state of being, or in a “moment bubble”. To describe “CHAOS” is human, but not possible, anymore than humans have described love, hate, or touch of a smile. You do not know “why electricity” works, you can explain “what is happening, not why it does it. Yet it is productive to humans so it is allowed to exist.

for me, I got to touch the “CHAOS”, I can not say “outside” because it is in all of us. It has to be, but do not worry, any attempt to make a religion of true “CHAOS” would be a waste of time, it can not be described only experienced. So anyone attempting to make a religion of it, is only doing what the has always been done, like the bible, tell a story and deny any and all facts.
As for Buddhism, meditation stuff, on the path to get there. Buddhism stops at “Be Happy”, hum with universe energy. Well “CHAOS” is beyond “om”. And outside this universe.
No, the energies that make up “CHAOS”, do not want boredom, or servitude, with unlimited possibilities before you, an individual spiritual being, They the creating energies want variation, experiences, the differences in each personal spiritual beings experience.
That is the beauty of “CHAOS”, why not dream, It will become a reality somewhere some time… eternity is a long time.

The Guilt that haunts me….for Daily Post.

This is my story,

As I sit here to write about it, chills swirl through my body,

My soul is touched, Guilt, yes I feel it even today.

I was living in South Lake Tahoe, Jan. 1984. I was living in a weekly rental place and a man moved into the unit next to mine.

We were of similar age, I was working a job and had a few acquaintances from work. So I was not around much during the day, but in the evening, I saw him coming and going and we chatted.

One night, about 11pm he knocked on my door and asked me to take him to a whore house in Carson, Nevada.

I told him it was late. Tomorrow I got paid and would be more than happy to drive him to a whore house after work.

I did not tell him that Saturday was my birthday and I wanted my check……no show for work, no check.

He went back to his place and I went to sleep.

The next day after work I knocked on his door.

No answer.

I waited an hour or so, then when out on my own.

When I came home, it was late so I did not think anything of his place still dark.

The next morning at about 7:30AM, I got a knock on my door.

Expecting him, I just went and open it in my underwear.

I saw a man and woman instead.

They asked if I was “Peter”?

They explained that they were Howard’s parents, my neighbor.

Howard committed suicide yesterday. Friday, Jan 14.

Today was Jan 15, my birthday………Martin Luther King Jr, Gandhi, Mandella…… I looked up to this people, their actions, they cared about humans….

Howard had gotten married on Jan. 1st and when driving up to So. Tahoe for their honeymoon, the bride was killed in a car accident.

In 2 weeks, they had lost something never replaceable TWICE!

To this day I hurt and shed tears….

1984 was a long time ago……….

They offered me anything I wanted from his room………imagine the gifts piles high…….skis never used……….

I told an old school dictionary……as a writer, I knew I would use it a long time…………… I last saw it in 2007.

I do not turn down help if I can give it………..

This one of the only times I did.

The Guilt that Haunts Me