O.N.E. (Omnipresent Network Energy) is a global energy concept that can supply green energy to every place in the world every 12 hours. I’m looking for computational physicists/mathematicians/scientists/investors/change makers that are interested in solving the biggest problems that are undaunted by the “impossible.” I welcome any interest and/or assistance with the calculations, and other parts of this project that may intrigue you. I have solved it in 2D, but I would like other perspectives to verify it. The first person that solved it in 3D said it made TOO much current! What do your calculations say?
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Fissile O.U.T. (Optimal Uranium Technology)
Introduction
“Fissile O.U.T.” is a modern nuclear reactor design. The acronym of Fissile O.U.T. stands for “Optimal Uranium Technology, as Fissile O.U.T. is designed to run on Uranium-238. The significance of this is that U-238 is abundant, can be sourced from nuclear waste, and it does not sustain a chain reaction; hence it can’t “melt down.” Additional distinguishing characteristics of Fissile O.U.T. are the core design, and a different approach for transferring thermal energy to mechanical energy in an effort to eliminate the need for batteries for energy storage.
Continue reading “Fissile O.U.T. (Optimal Uranium Technology)”Collateral Soul
A temple slumber
Am I still under?
A rich and colliding
Soul awakening thunder
Theta waves
Crying slaves
Drunken Brits
And rooster ravesContinue reading “Collateral Soul”
Anti-Environmentalist Writers
Marita Noon is a conservative writer for Breitbart.com cfact.org, and numerous other publications including EPAAbuse.com (which coincidentally, hasn’t had a single post since Trump started running for office.) In this snappy article Environmentalists are Killing the Economy, Marita Noon argues (in a rather condescending tone) the same old argument most conservatives center on: That America’s use of natural gas (along with coal and and the keystone pipeline) will produce jobs, is good for the economy, and better for national debt and economic independence. If only these pesky environmentalists would stop meddling everything would be fine! That seems to be her corner as she continually states things such as “But environmental groups don’t want this net economic gain to the national economy. Apparently, they’d prefer that we continue to borrow from China’s Australian coal-fueled economy.”
Continue reading “Anti-Environmentalist Writers”Like My Blood Is Pumping With Snake Venom
My heart
sometimes a sparkling pool
in the hidden meadow
is currently the color of pinot noir
I want to wrap my legs around your dreams
fix my eyes into your hall of mirrorsContinue reading “Like My Blood Is Pumping With Snake Venom”
Fleshing My Way Through The Days
It’s a fast paced kaleidoscope
of laughter
learning
playing
self actualization
occasional loneliness
scraped knees
the beauty of love
the ache of isolation
all endlessly colliding
into a novel now
A New Dawn ~ A Love Letter to the Masculine
It’s a new year. A new day. And on this new day, perhaps we, as a collective, are ready to move into a new story. Thank you, World, for being ready to read this.
Things are really fucked up: Dakota pipelines. Plastic pollution. Continue reading “A New Dawn ~ A Love Letter to the Masculine”
Existential Potential
A soliloquy
a dream,
an inability to relate time
or at least it seems
I think of strawberries
I think of mint,
I contemplate
being relevant
It’s relative
It’s near
but I can’t grow thyme,
though my garden is lush
in it’s soul refreshing primeContinue reading “Existential Potential”
I Surrender
I hunger
for you
your serpentine
tongue
it’s acrobatic ability
to slip
underneath
and flick
the backside
of my intellect
Make me
a slave
with your
deep sight
that penetrates
my essence
I surrender
The Soul Ease of Nowhere-ness
I fled. I fled my horrid roommates that I pray are not somehow my karmic lesson. I packed my backpack like an adolescent running away from home. I hopped in a cab having no real ideas. I was at least going to the center… to a hostel… to escape… to get some space. When I glance up at a building my eyes water just from having witnessed the quantity of smog that is clinging to the side of the it. Everything feels grey and communist and tastes like the green loogies that I’ve been coughing up for weeks.Continue reading “The Soul Ease of Nowhere-ness”