Things; I want to remember, Memories, a scrap book. Musings, thoughts. u can call me Ke7in. This stuff is more personal than my other blogz... This name is also used on one of them. Here Be Dragons, is what early map makes put on maps in unexplored areas.
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Update. Forever new definition of.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Sphere of Seven
Today I was looking at flat pak furniture and housing. These are large projects that work not unlike those snap apart wooden dinosaur models.
So now, I am fighting the urge to make a small scale cardboard model of my 7sphere. The full size would be made out of mdf panels which will be two panels thick, offsetting the seam by one half each arc. Without giving away my design, I think each of the 7 great circles will have an obvious and similar number of segments, each layer rotated one half way round the circle, intersections to be calculated. It is a good thing I received ribbons for my geometry grades.
The purpose of writing this was to get my brain solving the problem. - It happened. This work is closely related to Buckminster Fuller's Bamboo Geodesic. If that means anything to anyone.
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Monday, July 30, 2012
Fire
Pump pump times 50 and no pressure. So cheese sandwiches. The next morning I went to my back up plan. Grilling. I grilled hot dogs for breakfast but never managed a good boil for either my coffee or the spaghetti. Back up number two was my bottle stove with fuel tabs. Boils water in a jiffy with sterno, but the fuel tabs fizzled.
Yesterday after kayaking and swimming at my aunt's nearby lake home, I mentioned my gas pressure problem. She and my uncle lent me some 3 in 1 oil. Apparently the pump seal dries out. Well considering the stove was my other uncle's and was stored nearly 20 years I figured it was likely. Last night I had my spaghetti dinner and this morning i have my coffee.
Fire rocks. I understand what all those cavemen were so excited about.
-Kevin Fillips
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
tested in the brain
Last week, in a switch, I took aptitude, skill, dexterity, memory, IQ, pyschological screenings and more.
This is all for my reboot of my career. While my cardiologist is not willing to release me to work, after my valve surgery, she'll consider it.
I am in a vocational rehabilitation program through Social Security and the State of Minnesota. That's why all the tests. It was fascinating to see how completely unsuited I was for some of the skills, as well as how I was the "fasted the tester had ever seen" in others. Proof that for this world to work, it takes all types.
One of the tests was a vocabulary test. I had answers for every word but one, the final one.
What I remember seeing was: PILLIATE
In this test, no context or pronunciation was offered.
I focused on the word "pill" and the perceived action of ate.
When I got home, I mentioned the word to my dad. He knew of the pileated woodpecker. I was certain that was not the spelling.
It became an obsession of mine, as outlined in my tumblr.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Better Health, Dismal resume
The Ticket-to-work (TTW)
It is supposed to shrink the rolls. I have been dancing around with the program for some time, and still do not get it. The explanatory process is circular. This points you to that which points you back to this. It reminds me of looking up "adult words" in the dictionary, each definition pointing to another unfamiliar word which takes a route round back to the first word with a few stops.
I downloaded the audio file. It was pleasant enough, just the same information on the web site, read slowly and deliberately. When I worked in a financial department, I would hear other agents simply repeat themselves when their callers asked "What?" as if the problem was with hearing and not understanding. Being able to explain something someone does not know within a context they do know is the gift of teaching. Soap box, off.
If you read my medical blog about my heart surgery experiences and recovery, you may have gleaned that I have many of the symptoms of a healthy person. It is time for me to try to find a way to support myself without grabbing the government teat.
Last week I had over $7,000 worth of medical tests, simply to confirm this healthiness. My ssdi check certainly does not afford me the life I would prefer. But the specter of losing Medicare for a job that may or may not provide health care, is scary./
I am 48 years old. Prime for re-employment. I would love to be able to get the TTW program to provide back office and confidence building. Finding the right Employment Network (EN) is like picking a college. The big key difference is there is not the infrastructure that colleges have for information and recruitment. To me choosing a network is like a bad Japanese game show. Push the wrong button, and you get bonked in the kanoidy noids.
The article below outlines my experience with Social Security's "Ticket to work" program
More later.
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