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Rock'em Sock'em Robots meets Robotech - if you like this, please support it becoming an official lego set!
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Man I love remote desktop. Here I am running MS Baseline Security Analyzer on another computer in my house.
How to set up remote desktop on Linux VPS using x2go
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We were lucky with the weather on the third Plague Trip when we camped for a week in Michigan, as it was clear and cool every day except one. But we knew going in that Tuesday was supposed to be bad, with heavy rain scheduled to move over the Munising area sometime in the afternoon, so we built a vague schedule that mostly involved driving around but started with a short hike. This was the day we planned to walk the mile-ling trail to the Au Sable Light, one of Lake Superior's more remote lighthouses.
The Au Sable Light sits along the shore in the middle of one of those pieces of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore where there aren't any roads, and you have to come at it from the North Country Trail. You can either walk a mile east from the parking lot at the Hurricane River Campground or two miles west from the lot at the Log Slide Scenic Overlook. We weren't sure how soon the rain would get here, so we took the shorter path from the west.
Don't be deceived by this picture, though, which shows us coming to the lighthouse from the east along a narrow track. We overshot the lighthouse a little bit looking for a nice place for a picnic lunch, and I took this as we were coming back. While the path from the Log Slide is more typical of the remote North Country Trail, the path from Hurricane is mostly just a gravel road. I suspect the Park Service uses it to drive trucks out to the lighthouse, though we didn't see any of those. We did see a lot of fellow tourists. The path from Hurricane to the Au Sable Light is popular.
Mike Battaglia, MTRI, Following Phragmites: Michigan View Brings Remote Sensing and Invasive Species Monitoring to the Classroom
Michigan Tech Research Institute of Ann Arbor September 2013 Recent Projects Poster Presentations
St Michael, Tunstall, Suffolk
Suffolk has no coast road, and this makes it different and special. There is no ribbon of development, and settlements near to the sea can feel remote from each other. Indeed, is is often quicker to travel by boat than to attempt to reach one from another by road. Further inland, there is another veil of protection, for here is the heathland, and the forests with their millions of trees. Among them are the abandoned American airbases of Woodbridge and Bentwaters, and villages that hide and huddle, sometimes surprisingly large places. Tunstall is one of them.
The church sits on the back road towards Orford. It has a grand tower, but it was struck by lightning in the 18th century. The most recent rebuilding of the top was in the 1970s, presumably replacing the former job, which Cautley thoroughly disparaged. There's a lovely priest door in the south wall of the chancel. I have a vivid memory of passing this way in the late 1990s and finding it completely and delightfully overgrown with comfrey. To the south of the chancel is a gravestone which supposedly commemorates two smugglers overcome by the fumes of their wares.
The church is long and narrow, but the clear windows, white walls and charming brick floors mean that it is full of light, and are a perfect setting for the creamy woodwork of a superb set of box pews. The west end of the nave is open, creating a sense of space around a prettily-set Purbeck Marble font. On the side of the tower arch, the graffiti includes several boats as they might have been seen on the 17th Century River Deben. The one jarring note in all this is the wedding cake of a pulpit, and yet in a funny way it is not out of place in all this light and space.
The restraint of the nave offsets the beautiful simplicity of the chancel, where the clean, modern sanctuary is backed by an excellent window of the 1950s depicting three Archangels, St Michael in the centre flanked by St Gabriel and St Raphael. A curiously functional maker's mark reveals that it was designed by E Dilworth, Glazier J Andrews, Painter N Attwood - were they working for the King workshop of Norwich? The window suits this church perfectly, being simple and beautiful.
The war memorial, one of several in this part of Suffolk designed by Munro Cautley, records how many people lived in the parish at the start of the war, how many men went off to fight, and how many died. Most church war memorials should be taken with a pinch of salt, as they often recorded only the Anglicans of the parish, and then only those of whom there was a record, or who still had family in the parish once the turmoil of war had ended. But these statistics have a pleasing verisimilitude, and it is sobering to reflect that, of the 625 residents of Tunstall in 1914, no fewer than 131 of them went off to fight - that's about half of all the men in the parish. Eighteen of them never came back.
East of Tunstall, the countryside gets wilder, and off in the direction of lonely Wantisden there is a little hamlet, where you'll find the Tunstall Baptist Church surrounded by a huddle of cottages, as if the early 19th century non-conformists of this parish had set themselves adrift in a lifeboat. To the north, on the bank of the river Alde, the parish contains one of Suffolk's most famous buildings, Snape Maltings.
Rock'em Sock'em Robots meets Robotech - if you like this, please support it becoming an official lego set!
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Schematic to connect an ordinary Family Radio Service walkie-talkie to a DSLR to trigger the shutter with an audio signal. Earphone audio has enough amplitude to drive an optoisolator input directly: no amplifier or battery required. The optoisolator output can drive a camera shutter release input directly, too, so it makes for a trivially simple circuit.
One extra component is usually needed: the small signal diode allows current to flow "backward" during the negative half of the audio waveform. Without it, the output capacitor that's usually present on these cheap radios will charge up quickly from the constant "forward" current (DC rectified by the optoisolator), to the point of not passing any more signal. In practice, without the diode, you get one shot off.
I don't know if my radio is weird, but its single jack is used for audio out, microphone in, a dedicated headphone/microphone, push-to-talk, and also power in to charge it. They manage to pack all those functions into three connections (Tip, Ring, Ground). For some reason, that means the audio appears on the ring, not the usual tip.
Skeletal extensions of land reach like bony fingers across a section of Liverpool Bay along the northern edge of Canada's Northwest Territories. Only small villages are thinly scattered in this remote and inhospitable region of Arctic tundra bordering the Beaufort Sea. The relatively flat landscape is dotted with shallow lakes during the extremely brief summer season.
Image date: 26 July 2007
Source: Landsat 5
Part of the US Geological Survey's "Earth as Art 3" collection of images taken by the Landsat 5 and Landsat 7 satellites.
Since 1972, Landsat satellites have collected from space information about Earth’s continents and coastal areas, enabling scientists to study many aspects of the planet and to evaluate changes caused by both natural processes and human practices. This image was created by visualizing both visible-light and infrared data in colors visible to the human eye; band combinations and colors were chosen to optimize their dramatic appearance.
Credit: Geological Survey [source has higher resolution version]
Pentax 67 ii. AGFA APX400 hand developed and printed. Print on AGFA FB dev in Ilford Multigrade, partially bleached and re-developed in dilute dev. Selenium bath for 10 mins. SCANNED ON ilford V330 photo
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This is a wireless remote shutter made from a $3 garage door opener from a corner in radioshack.
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We've been friends for a large portion of our childhood, and I hadn't seen her in more than 6 years. We had a reunion this day and it was so great. :)
I'm impressed with how well Digicel is extending mobile telephone service to remote areas. Incoming calls are free. Outbound calls are pre-paid with "top-up" cards that can be sold by street vendors. They also sell hand-crank cell phone chargers, since they also noticed the fact that only about 10% of the people of Papua New Guinea have electricity.
Nein, kein Windows auf dem N810. Das Teil kann per Remote Desktop auf Windows XP und Windows Server connecten :-)
Sehr cool, inzwischen ersetzt mir das Teil nahezu komplett den PC.
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No Windows installed ... picture's showing my server via remote desktop using the application "rdesktop"
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I did whatever I could to get a shower today. I hadn't showered since Sunday. I gave O a few forbidden objects - our remote controls. Plus I gave him a 27-year-old hair brush. (Thanks, Sue! I still have it!) Then I loaded him in his walker in the den and blared some Sesame Street tunes. If he is going to scream and cry while I shower, it might as well be where I can't hear him.
One observation - Oliver always likes to have something in both hands. For example, two apples, two cookies, two remotes, etc. And at bedtime, he wants his toothbrush and the Princess Sofia wand or the wooden cake cutter. Or he drops the toothbrush in favor of both of the other items.
Yesterday I gave Oliver a steroid. I regret that I did, because A LOT of screaming happened for the next eighteen hours if he wasn't sleeping. I think he was less sick, but enraged. I would rather have a snotty, snuggling baby so I can still read a book, than a screaming baby.
After Oliver screamed all through bedtime last night, I read the fact sheet from the pharmacist. Then I tried to feed him whatever I could. But he will not let you feed him. I have appreciated O's early independence, but I was not about to let him sling around a tube of blueberry yogurt to figure out if he wanted to eat it. If he can't pick it up on his own, he won't eat it. That's not always convenient.
I'm really missing Henry during bedtime. It just drags out too long. Of course there are other reasons that we miss him, but bedtime has me feeling a little desperate.
At the half way point of his trip and Lent, I feel wound up that I am having all of these ideas about what I want to make. But I'm not writing about it nor making anything. So it's like I'm keyed up. Or maybe I just need to take my supplements. I hope the stories and projects will keep a few days longer.
Seminole Canyon State Park, Val Verde County, Texas. One of the more remote state parks, tucked into the southwest corner of Texas about an hour's drive west of Del Rio.
This area has been inhabited since the very earliest days that humans set foot in North America, going back nearly 12,000 years - back during the last Ice Age when the land was more verdant with now-extinct animals still roaming the surrounding prairies and forest. But over the millenia, the climate changed to its current, arid desert landscape - and the Indians adapted.
All through these years, the local Indians drew pictograms all over the surrounding canyon walls and caves. In the dry climate, protected by overhanging rock walls, many of these pictograms survived through the ages. Some of the more famous sites, such as the Fate Bell and Panther Cave, are the feature attractions of Seminole Canyon, and can be visited by guided tour through the park.
However, I have not yet visited these sites - instead focusing on other areas of the park. On the first visit (March 9th, 2008), I arrived after the park had closed for the day. I walked along the short 'Windmill Trail', a small loop near the visitor's center. This trail leads down to a small year-round spring and the ruins of a water catchment system that was used by local settlers over the past hundred years.
The return trip (September 27, 2008) was much more fruitful - I chose to hike the Rio Grande River Trail, a six-mile out-and-back loop that leads to the far corner of the park, almost a stone's throw from Old Mexico. With recent rains it was fairly lively and green, with countless butterflies passing through on their annual migration. The trail starts alongside the original 'Loop Trail', the 1882 railroad alignment that was abandoned a decade later when a less strenuous route was forged and the Pecos River High Bridge was built.
The trail itself is pretty boring - a flat, featureless hike across a nondescript desert plain. But the main highlight of the hike quickly comes into view. There is a mile-long spur shooting off to the left called the Pressa Trail, which leads to an overlook looking down at a three-way intersection in the Seminole Canyon below. Here, the waters from Lake Amistad many miles away along the Rio Grande peter out; to the right, the waters are wide and deep, muddied from the recent rainstorms. To the left, the two forks of Seminole Canyon are mostly dry. From the top of the overlook, sheer cliffs lead staight down over a hundred feet to the waters below. The view is, well, *breathtaking* - and worth the trip.
Back on the main trail, a few miles later it comes to an abrupt end at the junction where Seminole Canyon merges with the Rio Grande. The location overlooks the Panther Cave pictograms, on the opposite shore far below, accessible only by boat. To the right, a few hundred yards away, are the hills of Mexico. Here, the water is deeper, the canyons steeper, the chasm wider. An impressive view, although not as amazing as the Pressa Trail overlook.
From here, it is a straight hike back along the south portion of the loop, my only companion a great horned toad trying to hide in the gravel of the trail. I would like to return to this park to take the guided tours, and there are other tours available nearby on private land to other pictogram sites as well. And I am told this park is also fabulous for bird watchers as well.
On a remote stand at Bangkok Suvarnabhumi Airport in a late cloudy afternoon after the flight from CNX. This was captured on Thai Airways A333 registered as HS-TEH. Those buses are going to take us to the terminal.
St Peter and St Paul, Bassingbourn, Cambridgeshire
I dragged myself away from the beautiful, primitive, remote church at Croydon and descended the ridge in zigzags, resisting the temptation to be diverted by the humble Victorian church at Wendy, converted from the village school in the 1870s. I came out onto the plain, and a long, lonely road brought me into the large village of Bassingbourn by the back door. Here was the church, a big, urban church towering high above the village street, clerestoried, aisled and castellated in the Cambridgeshire style, but with a big Hertfordshire spike to remind us that we are, after all, barely a mile from the border here. A big congregational barn inside, not exciting, but in all honesty how could it be after Orwell, Wimpole, Arrington and Croydon? The pretty coloured rood screen and a good 1930s east window by F C Eden were jewel-like in the great space. And it was welcoming, and felt like the heart of its large village. It was hard not to like it for that, at least. It was my last church of the day, so I stood for a moment, thankful for this first spring day of 2015 and all those lovely open churches, and the beautiful bike ride around the hills. It had been a good run.
And now I rejoined the main road, crossed the county border, crossed the A10 one last time, and headed down into Royston and the railway station. I caught the late-running 1533 into Cambridge station, pushed my bike the length of the long platforms for the Ipswich train, and was back in the house by six o'clock.
Watch out! With the push of a button, this motorized plush skunk's tail flips up, ready to surprise anyone who comes too close. It looks and walks like the real thing, and the remote makes it easy to control its rotation and movement in any direction. Requires 4 AA batteries (not included). Ages 6 and up.
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