Still working on this but this is what I presented last week before my computer hard . . . → Read More: Living Wall – Update
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Still working on this but this is what I presented last week before my computer hard . . . → Read More: Living Wall – Update For a long time now, I have been wandering between the space of memory and place. Why we remember places, how these places inform how we move through others, and how this might help us build places that make us feel good about ourselves and others… have been thoughts and are still lingering thoughts… If you click on . . . → Read More: Where am I? . . . → Read More: See Mom I am Alive Sometimes the hardest thing is making sense of it all… A few weeks ago we were asked to log data collected through a sensor… I was unfortunately unable to log or really understand the process of it. Eventually I just took the code from Mustafa’s Blog edited it with the createWriter function to output a . . . → Read More: Logging An Old Post In this examination of my other self I had hope to strap the heart rate monitor along with arduino and laptop onto me and ride into school on my bike with a camera also strapped to my helmet… Unfortunately the heart rate monitor needs to be at some absurd proximity to the module. A . . . → Read More: The World Beyond I recently watched a video of my boss’s 10 month old daughter stand in front of a mirror, smile, kiss and lick at the image she was seeing. The image was her own reflection. Her tiny palms held onto the mirror or onto the palms of another. We both wondered what she was thinking . . . → Read More: Monkey See Monkey Do I have been working with the Polar Wear Link strap and the Polar Heart Rate Module for a weeks now. At first I was able to wire up the module to a bread board per the specifications data sheet. As this turns out I wasn’t too successful and was told to review this link for the . . . → Read More: If I don’t Show It Now, Too Much will have happened… Consciously, I write that I am unconscious of what comes next… In fact, I often write in a state of what I call floetry. Something that in my younger poetic years allowed me to get the things I knew invariably through experience and through the unknown out and into paper at an age where . . . → Read More: I write with uncertainty… |
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