Final Setup

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This is what my setup ended up looking like. A nice 3-point lighting system with some blue gels to help w/ color – though I ended up having to do some minor color adjustments near the end anyway :/

Interactive Image Generation

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This week I took advantage of Lara’s thesis projectand used her controllers to create a simple way of generating some cool images. I modified some code I found on to create the curves. The videos are sped up to 3x speed. I found they looked better that way.

I used two of Lara’s sensors. The color is controlled with her plush dual sensor ball and the length of the curves and speed at which they come out is determined by her stretch sensor. It takes at least two people to play with this. I wanted to use a couple of her other sensors to control more of the image, but they were undergoing some formatting at the time. I’ll have to play around with em later.

Sound Map

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Connnected with another project idea I had, the idea behind this was to use the sound of my environment to slowly reveal something. The noiser my environment was, the more of a picture I’d see.

I started grabbing pictures at 5 minute intervals, starting at 15 minutes and ending at 60.

Originally, my idea was to turn on text to speech on my computer and have everything I copied or typed whispered out in a creepy computer voice. That only worked well when there wasn’t too much sound. Above a certain sound level, the sound was washed out by the environment so that only 1 or 2 people close to me could hear it. I wanted to do it in class, but most of my classes these days are presentations and not really stuff I feel comfortable interrupting.


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Think of this as am embodiment of my desire to reach beyond my limits and grasp the supposedly unattainable. (lol)

If I had to do it again, I’d make the bones of the fingers about twice as long, use sturdier gloves and perhaps choose springs that aren’t so tight. I made it by modifying this tutorial I found online.

sharing umbrellas

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Well, I’m home and pretty dry now. Didn’t take too long either. How did I manage that in this weather, you ask? Well maybe you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you anyway.

I didn’t have an umbrella, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least not my own. Nope, I umbrella hopped.

On the way home, thinking about the task to “experiment and put myself in a space that’s out of my comfort zone,” I had a brilliant idea. It was raining pretty hard and I only had a soft hat as a barrier. So I started asking people going in the same direction as me to share an umbrella with them til the end of the block. I wasn’t going very fast, so it was pretty easy to wait until someone passed me and ask them real quick. I tried to use the same words every time.

“Hi, would you mind if I shared your umbrella til the end of this block?” I had 10 blocks and 4 avenues to walk and it was pretty late, so not many people were about. I asked about 12 people and got 8 affirmative responses. I avoided 1 couple sharing a small umbrellas because that’s just ridiculous. Two of the people who said yes had big family umbrellas. All concerned seemed more or less amused, even those who said no. Or maybe especially those who said no. Male or female didn’t seem to matter. 3 of those who said no were male. Some people made small talk. Most were carried out in silence. At the end, I said “thanks” and walked in a direction that they didn’t.

This put me out of my comfort zone as I dislike disturbing people. I have no real problems with strangers though. If there’s any specific insight I wanted to gain… perhaps it was ‘are new yorkers as friendly as i think them to be?’ Being a New Yorker myself, I assumed yes. And was correct.

Good stuff though. I made it home w/o being too wet.

Small, cute girls are poop machines.

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So… small, cute girls are basically poop machines.

No, wait. Think about it.

How much do they eat? Now, I’m not exactly what you’d call petite, but i’ve noticed on more than a few occassions that my dining partners will transform from small cute girls to small, black holes. The gaping vortex that is their stomach holds an elder god name Xirfax and he demands MEAT! (and chocolate.)

And then, how small are they? All that food has to go somewhere… and it’s definetly not their height. Or their waists. No. Let’s say a fair bit of it is converted to energy. Then there’s still the waste to deal with. And that fair bit, actually quite a big bit when you think of breakfast, lunch, midafternoon tea, and dinner… is Poop.

Furthermore, the bathroom! Why do they always go in pairs? Its because their shits are so massive that they need a second person to hold their hands and for emotional/moral support. Its exactly like giving birth. Scotty comes up and yells in the ear, “CAPTAIN! WE HAVE A BREACH IN SECTOR 3!”


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Today, I tried chewing a mouthful of sand. It was grainy and gritty and it felt kind of like… bran. Like a mouth full of, no overflowing compressed, condensed flakes, broken down into.. A little bit trickled out of my nose.

Yesterday, I hit Ctrl-S on my keyboard 573 times. Do you understand why the S key now is so smooth, with great, clear skin? If you just keep stroking it, the rough will ease away.

Tomorrow I will put on my cool face. It’s wood on canvas with silver and weighs a fucking ton but it works better than an emoticon at conveying my deep sea emotions.

You see, I’m in training for a marathon. The kind that Holmes would like. A race of mental discipline, skilled voice and precision of action.

If, I take out my eyes (for they distract me), my right ear and left ear whisper different thoughts, I abrade my skin to avoid false sensation… what then, is left to explore?