Sunday, April 30, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 30, a Poem, Particle-wave dualism?

College physics
College physics was old fashioned,
Waves were not particles back then
Electricity was DC
or AC.  And magnetism
Dropped the course before it was reached
Finding the charge on a plate, huh?
But it is possible that math
likes to treat waves that way
The math works but you'll never
Even one electron from the
radio wave coming at you
Don't let them tell you otherwise
Radio waves particles not
They will go through a pane of glass
But never a copper bucket
Magnetism particles not 
Industry today demands, more
than ever, a man with a good
mathematical foundation 
Ladies on magazine covers **
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 - Poem and Photos Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
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 - also to Day Thirty of NaPoWriMo,
1)  Photos are "Print Screen" captures of pages from Popular Electronics, January, 1957 ( ).  Makes it 60 years ago.
2) ** Please note the top pictures.  Left, Popular Electronics had a lady on most every cover.  And right, is the ad from Canadian Institute of Science and Technology Limited in Washington, D.C.
3)  I have been an Amateur Radio Operator, i.e. a Ham Radio person, since 1960  In 1961 I was issued the call sign, K1TLT, but had to give it up when I moved to Texas.  Later I was able to retrieve my old call sign, K1TLT.  My license is Amateur Radio Extra Class, the highest skill level issued by the FCC.

[you can click on most any picture once, sometimes twice for larger size viewing]

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Saturday, April 29, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 29, a Poem, some Penultimates


Penultimates I've endured, in fact many
Penultimate, next to last spoken word
Here are a few for which my answer
should have been a simple yes or no
Do you have your keys?
(Correct answer, should have been "NO, thank you".) 
Asked just before I locked the car door from within and slammed it shut after egress
Should I reenlist in the Army when a Captain's rank is certain with my credentials? 
(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 
My maximum eligibility age slipped away the next week
Perhaps we should ask for directions? 
(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 
But I don't give that one until we are totally lost on the road
Do you want me to make you some breakfast? 
(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 
We were newlyweds.   My sweet bride has never asked me that question again.
That's enough but you get the idea
You suggest one of yours,
I've been there before, twice
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Penultimatums**: Voyages' End (Almost),
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 - also to Day Twenty-nine of NaPoWriMo,
1)  **Penultimatum -- a penultimate ultimatum or the act of threatening to give an ultimatum (Urban Dictionary)
2)  Pictured, I'd be totally lost without a tour (Iceland) director's help

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Friday, April 28, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 28, a Poem, a Fear

Fear stays

She sat on the bed, her head in a her hands 
She opened her eyes, then closed them again 
Would this be the day, a big one for her 
She'd been here before, could this be her last

Ever since that day, day when was four 
She'd asked her brother, would he tell her please
Was Boogey Man real, could he go away 
Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

Or was he really real like Tooth Fairy
Her brother kept this secret but her mom
found out and proceeded with Old Wives cure
That didn't work, things got worse for our girl

Daddy never knew, or never let on
On her marriage night she waited her turn
He'd gone to the bathroom, changing her clothes
She vowed never after tonight, to fear

But that night and ever since she had peeked
Peeking under bed, for Boogey Man still
Finally her hubby found out, he cared not
He laughed at her fear.  Soon he was long gone

Now she's sixty-two, her big day for change
We don't know what will happen.  Pray for best
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Boogeyman, 
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 - also to Day Twenty-eight of NaPoWriMo

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Thursday, April 27, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 27, a Poem, Boots and Shoes

Boots and Shoes
Your mother wears Army boots
Those were fighting words back then
These boots were made for walkin'
Those were loving words back then
We can't go back, but we try
Listen to all the oldies
They'll carry your mind away
Away back in time, YouTube
BTW, do you recall
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo copied from Marian, see link below, copied from my computer screen
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Writing Shoes, 
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 - also to Day Twenty-seven of NaPoWriMo

Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

Do you have a song which comes to mind when you think shoes or boots?

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 26, a Poem, Feeling and Outsider Art

I am an outsider which is
different from being an outcast
An outcast is shoved aside, cast away
Either physically or emotionally cast beside the road
I'd rather be an outcast than the outsider that I am

Oh they let me mingle but really have nothing
to say with me.  They don't tell me why
they feel disposed to shy away
But I have this feeling,
deep down the feeling of truth, I am different

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photos: (they are mine, copied from my computer screen as referenced below)
       On the screen were several very interesting drawings of Karin Gustufson.  She gave us permission to use them on our posts, providing we give her credit (much due for these wonderful drawings).  I do give credit to "Karin Gustafson--all rights reserved".
        You can see these and more at the "Outsider Art" link below or here.

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 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Outsider Art, 
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 - also to Day Twenty-six of NaPoWriMo

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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 25, a Poem, Desert Art; or Exotic River Rocks

Desert Art;
 or Exotic River Rocks
Some like desert art,
hanging on their walls
The desert is nice
pretty to look at
But try living there
El Paso desert
five long dry hot years 
It'll grow on you?
Not so very much
Wall adornment's fine

Or take mountains' cool
In their streams you find
Nuggets to treasure
or a large jade rock
Green in the water
Matches trees on hills
When it dries at home
Door stop memories
Pale green to polish
another day that  
It may shine like jade
Jade it held within
Exotic memories
you savor, cherish

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2014, 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photos: (they are mine, copied from my computer screen as referenced below)

California Desert Art
Night Fires
By Agnes Pelton

Middle: Painting by Agnes Pelton
(Green Gems photo from Google) (link)

Bottom:  Photo by this Author, Jimmiehov, 2014
"Rocks know and some I don't"

Here: (Agnes Pelton's Studio photo)
Agnes Pelton Revival in Cathedral City

An additional link I found interesting, written by a collector of Agnes Pelton's work (with some pictures):
Bidding on Agnes Pelton
California Desert Art (link, same as below)

Agnes Pelton work copied and displayed here as Fair Use Principles:

➮It is a historically significant artwork
➮The image is only being used for informational and educational purposes
➮The image is readily available on the internet
➮The image is a low resolution copy of the original artwork and is unsuitable for commercial use

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 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “AThe Tuesday Platform , 
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  The instructions from Kerry O'Connor:  "The artist I am featuring today is Agnes Lawrence Pelton (1881–1961). To visit the WikiArt gallery of some of her paintings, click HERE. ... "
 - I lived in El Paso, Texas, in the late 50's and early 60's while in the U.S. Army.  The city was smaller then, Juarez was friendly, it actually did grow on me.  The saying is that it will take two years for a person to like it.  Four of or five kids were born there.

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