September 4th, 2006

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Recommended links; more about the problem of water....

Recommended: "Water, Water, Everywhere," by Jason Godesky, at -- lots of useful links included.

And more...

"An Introduction to Rainwater Harvesting" -- very thorough, very detailed; at .

"Rainwater harvesting with multiple barrels" -- interesting do-it-yourself project, with good photographs -- at .

"Rainwater harvesting" -- useful basics and links -- at .
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Linguistics; stylistics; sf poetry being made, round four; final....

Unless you have additional suggestions/comments/criticisms, this is the final draft, although the title may not be truly final......

[Working Title: The Star-Spangled Ballot]

In November of the dreary year 2008,
they had a presidential election,
and nobody came.
In the polling places the voting machines were waiting,
with their attendants;
and nobody came.

CNN sent journalists searching for voters.
Knocking on doors;
bursting into offices;
racing through malls;
stopping people on the streets.
Not asking them, for once,
"How did that make you feel?"
Asking them, this time:
"When are you going to go vote?"
And everywhere the answer was the same:
"When you put a candidate I can respect --
a candidate that can fix this mess --
on the ballot,
then I'll go vote."

By noon the politicians were in a panic;
Congress was meeting in secret emergency session;
The leader of the devastated world was demanding
that would force the people to vote.
"Use the draft!" he was bellowing. "Round 'em up!
Smoke 'em out of their holes!"

The Supreme Court Justices hastily met to consider the question
of whether it was illegal to refuse to vote.
It never had been before --
but then, a lot of things were now legal and illegal
that never had been, before.

"It won't be everybody," the pundits predicted.
"Pretty soon -- look, people will start turning up!
You know the American people, for heaven's sakes --
they can't agree on anything. Hey.... look....
it won't be everybody."

But night came,
and it was still everybody.
The voting-machine attendants had all gone home,
tired of wasting their time.

"Well," said a pundit,
part of a panel of pundits:
"It's certainly not as messy as guillotines."

The first draft of this poem is at ; the most recent draft is at .

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