Teen scientist harnesses sun power to help Navajo community

New Mexico teen Raquel Redshirt uses everyday materials and the sun to build solar ovens, fulfilling a Navajo community need and winning an award at the Intel ISEF competition.

Growing up on New Mexico’s Navajo Nation, Raquel Redshirt was well aware of the needs of her community. Many of her impoverished neighbors lacked basics such as electricity, as well as stoves and ovens to cook food.

Though resources in the high desert are limited, Raquel realized one was inexhaustible: the sun. “That’s where I got the idea of building a solar oven,” the teen says.

She researched solar ovens and found that most incorporate mirrors or other expensive materials. Raquel wanted to create a design that anyone could easily afford and replicate, using readily available materials.

READ MORE HERE: http://lrinspire.com/2014/06/19/teen-scientist-harnesses-sun-power-to-help-navajo-community/



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Oh my GOD, someone took the 50 Shades trailer and EDITED IT TO FROZEN.

*dying laughing*

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It’s official:

  • No more Green Tree (hopefully)
  • No more Lysa Serviceberry
  • No more late rent
  • No more random repairs
  • No more tax writeoffs
  • No more dealing with the state of Idaho
  • No more house

Landladyin’ update:

In a couple more hours, I will no longer own a house.


It’s Friday! You ain’t got no job. You ain’t got shit to do. And I’m going to take you to daycare, because I do.
Me, to the wee one.


Here. Red Panda breaktime. 

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Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

"Do you like this one?" the cashier asked, ringing me up. "Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like," I replied intensely. "That’ll be $12.01," she said.



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Two cats and a baby.

  • Phinney: Can I snuggle the wee one?
  • Me: Not while you're bigger than she is.
  • Phinney: What about now?
  • Me: No. She still has a pound and a half to go just to match you.
  • Phinney: But I want to snuggle the wee one!
  • Dot: Dude, I don't know why. She's noisy and the worst distraction ever.
  • Phinney: I snuggle, therefore I am. Can I snuggle you?
  • Dot: NO.
I like understanding things and explaining them, and sometimes when you’re trying to understand something, you see something new, and they call that research.
David Blackwell