More about the =T=T=T= idea...

I'm not experienced with this sort of thing yet, and so have never drafted this sort of proposal before. I will try and get it together over the course of the next few weeks here. (We haven't even told the President about it yet... ;-) Check out the document linked through the title of this article to see more about what I'm talking about.

Basically, in brief, we want to form a 501.c or Public Benefit Corporation called The TTT, for “TTT Trolley Transit”. The corporate organization formed for the Portland Streetcar is the sort of thing I'm talking about... We'll need the help of a lawyer for that.

We want this thing to go nation-wide, in order to pool R&D, manufacturing, administrative, and organizational resources with other communities, while still maintaining a localized admin/control for each community.

Honestly, I'm really “just a farm kid turned cook”, without much formal training in this kind of thing, so I have to play it by ear as I go and hope I get the song right. Any assistance with forming this organization will be most helpful.

Right now, I don't need an office, but hopefully, ASAP, we'll need one, and the big green building next to the Train Shoppe (450 S 900 E) is the perfect location... in fact, it's partly why I chose this apartment, across the street from it (birch tree and birdfeeder).

I've been thinking about this kind of thing for years, and now is the time to begin forming up and getting it to really happen. What we want is wind energy powered residential service trolley in every city. We want the automobile manufacturers to retool factories and crank out wind turbines like WWII aircraft to make them plentiful and inexpensive (not cheap; Quality is Job 1). We realize that they don't necessarily already have blueprints for wind turbines, so we hope that companies who have good designs will provide $1.00 manufacturing contracts to bootstrap this. The same for companies with proven designs for trolley systems...

I've also got some good ideas to share for an Inductrack Mag-lev system that will be able to share the street with wheeled vehicles. I plan to jot and sketch those out soon and to share them upstream with the people at General Atomics + Siemens + ... consortium.

My phone is costing $0.25 / minute right now, so I can't use it too much on my present budget... It would be most awesome if Verizon would donate telephone resources for this effort.) Nevertheless, please call if you want to set up a meeting appointment.


Barn Raisin

There is an audio recording linked through this article's title. It is hosted at Google Docs. Please note that the recording says "right here in Salt Lake City", but when listening, fill in the name of your own community, since the idea is to do this in every city!

If I have two apples, and I give you one, we each have an apple. If I have two ideas, and I give you one, I still have two, and now you have one more.

I went out for a walk yesterday (2009/03/19), to face the insanity, and brought along my digital audio recorder. I think you'll enjoy sharing this trip with a few others. It's kind of a long and rambling shaggy dog story... just the kind of thing to play on a long drive on down the Interstate, oil-k?

The man playing the banjo is Airon Kallins (not shore how he likes to spell it), and of coarse, I'm Karl Hegbloom. Please, share this freely... It would be most awesome...

I had an interesting idea today... I saw a sign at the LDS temple South Visitor Center that had the word “Holiness” written on it... What if you broke the words differently... You know how fast spanish sounds when you don't knaw it well yet? So you can't always tell where the word endings are? How about “Ho Lines[s]” instead? Does it change the meaning? Hoe a row!

When I was a boy growing up in rural Wisconsin, we had a family cow, shared with an Aunt and Uncle across the road from us. It was my job to milk her after school. She was a Jersey cow, and we milked her with a Surge milking machine — the kind with a tank under it that hangs from a strap and bail hung over the cow's back. It operated off of an electric vacuum pump.

One winter there was an ice-storm that knocked out the electrical power for a weak ore sew, and sew, in order to milk the cow, we had to plug the vacuum pump into a gasoline engine driven generator. The ventilation was not quite adequate, so Buttercup and I had to breath a certain amount of the exhaust. After a day or so, everyone in both families noticed that the milk tasted like car exhaust.

It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Here we are all breathing about “five packs a day” of exhaust. I wonder what's in Mommy's milk?