These two devices—before radar—were used in England for detecting approaching German bombers. The second photos shows a portable version.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Pre-radar technology for detecting bombers
By Jack Brummet, History Ed.
These two devices—before radar—were used in England for detecting approaching German bombers. The second photos shows a portable version.
These two devices—before radar—were used in England for detecting approaching German bombers. The second photos shows a portable version.
Poem: Hold together
By Jack Brummet
1
We could hold together,
Like the water
Covers this sweet green sphere,
And eventually become
A beige world of one purpose
On the road of love,
With no jihads or wars,
Klans or factions,
Bombs or bullets,
Corporations or landlords,
Parties or armies,
Walls or fences.
2
There is one ocean
With seven names
And into this ocean,
Sooner or later, flows
Every river, creek, and teardrop,
Every lake, bay, and lagoon.
Every spring and aquifer,
Every pond and swamp,
Every snowflake and mudpuddle.
But to coalesce people
You need a nucleus,
A leader
With greatness of spirit, love,
Consistency, and strength.
Let he or she who wishes to gather others
Under their wing ask themselves
If they are equal to the undertaking
When no natural laws create the union.
3
The door is locked.
You jiggle the knob.
The door eases open.
4
Water fills
The lacunae of the earth
And clings fast
In a way we can never
Cling to each other.
Water flows to join water
Because the laws of nature
Will not be broken.
Selah.
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We could hold together,
Like the water
Covers this sweet green sphere,
And eventually become
A beige world of one purpose
On the road of love,
With no jihads or wars,
Klans or factions,
Bombs or bullets,
Corporations or landlords,
Parties or armies,
Walls or fences.
2
There is one ocean
With seven names
And into this ocean,
Sooner or later, flows
Every river, creek, and teardrop,
Every lake, bay, and lagoon.
Every spring and aquifer,
Every pond and swamp,
Every snowflake and mudpuddle.
But to coalesce people
You need a nucleus,
A leader
With greatness of spirit, love,
Consistency, and strength.
Let he or she who wishes to gather others
Under their wing ask themselves
If they are equal to the undertaking
When no natural laws create the union.
3
The door is locked.
You jiggle the knob.
The door eases open.
4
Water fills
The lacunae of the earth
And clings fast
In a way we can never
Cling to each other.
Water flows to join water
Because the laws of nature
Will not be broken.
Selah.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Poem: Prayer In Istanbul
By Jack Brummet
1.
On a dusty cobblestone street
I hear three muezzins
In three directions
Call people to prayer
At three mosques,
With a slight delay
Between the calls.
Three chanters in three different rooms
Sing the same song
In phase-shifted rounds
Through nine silver speakers
Mounted on three
Ivory-white minarets
Capped in gleaming cerulean blue.
2.
At the washing stations,
Water splashes from brass spigots
Into pale grey limestone basins.
The faithful wash,
Bag their sandals,
And for the fourth time since dawn,
Walk onto the lush carpet
Of the cool quiet mosque
Tiled in words and symbols.
3.
They kneel, face the wall
And pray one more time.
I don’t know what they pray for,
But when I see their faces
And watch their devotions,
I know it’s something good.
4.
It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
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The Blue Mosque (© 2010 by Jack Brummet)
1.
On a dusty cobblestone street
I hear three muezzins
In three directions
Call people to prayer
At three mosques,
With a slight delay
Between the calls.
Three chanters in three different rooms
Sing the same song
In phase-shifted rounds
Through nine silver speakers
Mounted on three
Ivory-white minarets
Capped in gleaming cerulean blue.
2.
At the washing stations,
Water splashes from brass spigots
Into pale grey limestone basins.
The faithful wash,
Bag their sandals,
And for the fourth time since dawn,
Walk onto the lush carpet
Of the cool quiet mosque
Tiled in words and symbols.
3.
They kneel, face the wall
And pray one more time.
I don’t know what they pray for,
But when I see their faces
And watch their devotions,
I know it’s something good.
4.
It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Furthur show at Marymoor Park 9/24/13
By Jack Brummet, Music Ed.
the gang, with Dave & Jack missing
Bertha
Our show team
clip
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Mockups of how Adolph Hitler might have gone undercover to evade the Allies
By Jack Brummet
In the mid-1940's, the U.S. Government created these mockups to show what Hitler might look like in disguise had he decided to try and elude the Allies.
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