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.
GO NEW MEXICO! GO NAVAJO NATION! GO BRILLIANT TEENAGE GIRLS!
It has to be said, teenage girls are kind of killing it right now!
We sat underneath a pear tree in mid July
the first time we kissed except that sounds too
sweet because I remember thinking you
tasted like nickels and the top of a Pepsi.
Sometimes you’d visit me after working at
the candy shop. You’d bring over a brown bag
of jawbreakers and we’d sit on the stoop
sucking them to their cores. By this time it’d
be dusk and you’d go off again saying this
town was a tired place, that you wanted to
be on the radio and live somewhere thirsty
like New York City. But it rains here all the
time,I told you and you said that wasn’t
what you meant so I knew you didn’t get
my joke which actually was funny because
that same summer Idaho got the most rainfall
than any other summer. I remember your
days off. How we walked on the train
tracks- jawbreakers still to our lips. The
colors inside, deep reds, excited purples,
each ring holding the other so tightly, as if
trying to tell us the meaning of stay. Once,
when the carnival was in town, you lynched
sour worms into my mouth as we sat from
the highest point of the ferris wheel. Our feet
dangled out the cart, and the world below
was much quieter than I had known it. At
midnight we’d often met at the baseball field
dugouts. We gnawed on twizzlers, guzzled
pixie sticks and dipped caramel between
each other’s lips- your tongue like taffy in
my mouth- and even still, jawbreakers are
my favorite treat-the clean porcelain white
exterior and colored Saturn ringed center- I
remember the weight of the thing and the
boom it made as it fell onto the tracks
and slowly rolled away.
"A while back I started a project in which I would reconstruct an ancient animal layer by layer, moving from various organ systems using some degrees of inference to make sure these organs are correctly aligned, and perhaps correctly sized. Based on work I was already doing, I chose an oviraptorosaur, and because it deserves more attention, the subject would be “Ingenia” yanshini. Now, as I’ve said before, there are a few problems with what, precisely, is “Ingenia” yanshini.” Keep reading
things that should not concern u:
- the length of a woman’s skirt
- the tightness of a woman’s top
- how many people a woman has slept with
things that should concern u:
- america’s gun laws
- that u haven’t petted enough dogs today
- harry potter named a kid albus severus
This is since the attacks started on Tuesday. Let it sink in. Via Al Jazeera.
“The idea of the humourless feminist is an incredibly potent and effective silencer. It is used to isolate and alienate young girls; to ridicule and dismiss older women, to force women in the workplace to ‘join in the joke’ and, in the media, to castigate protest to the point of obliteration.”
—Laura Bates, Everyday Sexism (via lovethyfemaleself)