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I had a brainwave last night and thought that eBay may provide me with some new lighting equipment for light paintings. So I purchased a load of different colour LEDs which may or may not be so bright they're illegal but we'll see. I'm not aiming to take them out on the street, they're gonna be in my house, and I'm the only one who's gonna be using them. Oh, some of them are coming from Hong Kong.. !
I was going to purchase some lighting gels, but then found my sweet wrappers to put over my torch so I just did that instead and here's what happened. I used "the other" LED ball again, because I really don't know where the original has gone.
I don't know why everything seems to veer towards the right on the a300 paintings, it's a bit strange, I'll have to sort that out..
Good News. I moved up Explore again.
Beverly...(With the holy virgin having mistaken beverly’S big upper lip as a landing strip)... Seen here just prior to a conjunction of two conflicting and explosive moments... One occurring within, and the other without... (One in beverly’S bottom, and the other behind)... And with little mort becoming alarmed the normally effective breeze generated from his propeller-topped yarmulke would not be sufficient to diminish the heat... (It was going to be incendiary... It was inevitable)...
With beverly on the very edge of becoming her other self - mrs. Rogers...Becoming misaligned in her mind...Suffering from shorted-out brainwaves... Conflicted but simultaneously arriving messages...Being sent to her from two big daddies, even if both daddies only imagined... The one whom her half-sister kathleen had told her was god... (Living in the top of the castle on the nut farm in arkansas, where beverly normally spent her days) ... And the other living someplace in a recently constructed castle, of sorts, in georgia... (With both locations being states of mind, to boot)...
And the flora and the fauna were hopelessly mixed... (And it was all getting ready to blow)...
Had a long and exhausting - but lovely - day with my Mum today. We walked to Waterloo first (well, I walked, and pushed my Mum in her wheelchair), to get something from Boots, then had a wander along the Southbank as far as the Oxo Tower. Had some lunch in Eat near there, then walked back and over the rail/footbridge at Waterloo, and up to Trafalgar Square. Went for a coffee in the Crypt at St Martin in the Fields, and then to the Beyond Caravaggio exhibition at the National Gallery - which was brilliant.
When we came out it was getting dark, so we went in search of some Christmas lights, walking up to Regent Street and Piccadilly. I wanted to get a small Christmas present for my boss in Fortnum and Mason's, so we braved the crowds in there for a few minutes. It was madness! We then walked on to Carnaby Street, before turning round and heading back to Southwark.
We were thwarted on the bridge at Waterloo though, as the lift was out of order - so had to walk back across to Charing Cross again. Thankfully I had the brainwave of catching the train to Waterloo East from there, which saved me a long walk round to another bridge. Finally got back to the room and found (thanks to an app on my phone) that I had walked over 20,000 steps. No wonder I was exhausted!
We had another 'room picnic' of some M&S salady bits we'd picked up on the way back, and I watched the final of the Apprentice - and funnily enough slept incredibly soundly!
Beverly...(With the holy virgin having mistaken beverly’S big upper lip as a landing strip)... Seen here just prior to a conjunction of two conflicting and explosive moments... One occurring within, and the other without... (One in beverly’S bottom, and the other behind)... And with little mort becoming alarmed the normally effective breeze generated from his propeller-topped yarmulke would not be sufficient to diminish the heat... (It was going to be incendiary... It was inevitable)...
With beverly on the very edge of becoming her other self - mrs. Rogers...Becoming misaligned in her mind...Suffering from shorted-out brainwaves... Conflicted but simultaneously arriving messages...Being sent to her from two big daddies, even if both daddies only imagined... The one whom her half-sister kathleen had told her was god... (Living in the top of the castle on the nut farm in arkansas, where beverly normally spent her days) ... And the other living someplace in a recently constructed castle, of sorts, in georgia... (With both locations being states of mind, to boot)...
And the flora and the fauna were hopelessly mixed... (And it was all getting ready to blow)...
Using Mindwave Mobile, Bluetooth and Arduino. Levels indicated as red LED = attention and green LED = meditation
hehe, I should have put on my child avvie and stood next tot hem, but they already had a baby Linden in their midst.
Using Mindwave Mobile, Bluetooth and Arduino. Levels indicated as red LED = attention and green LED = meditation
Celebrating sending off my updated, formatted, camera ready paper on my EEG visualising pendant to ISWC (International Symposium on Wearable Technology) ready for Zurich!
I’ve been experimenting the with the Neurosky Mindwave mobile EEG headset to send my attention and meditation brainwave data to an Arduino for visualising, by pairing it with a Bluetooth dongle. In this pic I’m showing both my attention and meditation data levels beside each other on an LED matrix.
For Christmas I bought Mrs B a whizzy new scanner for "her" computer. She wanted it because it scans 120-size negatives, of which she has a considerable number. The inferior all-in-one scanner-printer we had both been using has now become "mine". The inferior scanner scans and prints negatives but, as far as I can make out, will not save them as a file. Brainwave! Why not use Mrs B's scanner to scan and save my negs, then transfer the files to "my" computer using a Flash drive?
The overwhelming bulk of all the photographs I have taken are of extremely poor qulity. Early on I used to assume that the fault was with my pre-war Coronet Cub camera. Not one in ten of the pictures I took with it were worth keeping. But once I had replaced it, in December 1973, with an SLR, I came to suspect that the fault lay with the photo-lab processing. Many pictures went straight into the bin as soon as I'd picked them up from Boots or Hodders. When, in 1983, I first bought a house, I disposed of hundreds of worthless photos at the council rubbish dump. Presciently however ...for PCs, scanners and image-editing software were yet things of the future... I retained all my negatives. These have now come into their own and the new scanner has confirmed my suspicions about the iffy processing. The original of the photograph above was one of those I dumped in 1983. The whole film of which it was part was so dark that the subjects appeared almost as silhouettes. It is fascinating to see these pictures properly for the first time. In many cases I have no memory at all of the subject and cannot even be sure where it is. Yet evidently I was there ...wherever "there" might have been... and my old eyes must have looked out at these things. Seeing these forgotten scenes again is an odd experience.
A problem is that since I no longer have the original prints, there is often no record of the date. Sometimes it can be conjectured or somehow worked out from other sources ...often an enjoyable and interesting exercise. I happen to know, (because I kept a few of the less atrocious pictures I took that day) that this was taken on Monday 21st September 1981. It shows the chimney, since demolished, of Middle Pit, Radstock, Somerset.
There is another photo of this colliery and some details of its history at:
Wage had already dissapeared downstairs with his bottle of Golden Syrup to prepare the table and make sure all of the other uglies were already awake and ready for breakfast.
Babo's brainwave for another topping was about to be revealed - he had been thinking about Wedgehead as he knows Wedgie isn't a fan of Golden Syrup and so he hatched his plan - some Nutella, as we already know Wedgehead is a massive Nutella fan!!!
From the Uglydoll blog at adventuresinuglyworld.blogspot.com/
Kim Sherwood (left) and Sara Sherdian (right), just before they were about to go on for the opening event of the first ever Edinburgh Women's Fiction Festival.
I spotted Sara's non-fiction book about how many female figures are left out of the history books, entitled Where Are the Women?, and had a sudden brainwave - it was a women's literary festival, why not get them to hold up that book so we could ask Where Are the Women? Here they are!!!
During the Brain Waves weekend, Dr Peter Lovatt and his team of dancers performing the 'Brain Flash'.
Rain Room, 2012
Created by rAndom International, installed at the Barbican Centre, October 2012 to March 2013.
Rain Room is a hundred square metre field of falling water through which it is possible to walk, trusting that a path can be navigated, without being drenched in the process.
[rAndom International website]
Sensors register a person walking into the area and the water above stops, creating a (mostly) dry zone surrounded by the simulated rain.
If you could only see the intense brainwave activity between these two heads. Kyle Lightner and Ryan Lovelace : BrainStorm
Workshop "VVVV & Brainwaves for AV performance & Programming" Led by Lanvideosource @ LPM 2012 (2012.liveperformersmeeting.net/artists/Zeno_Lanvideosourc...)
Babies like white noise, we're told—it reminds them of the womb. Ellie was being particularly fussy, and I wanted to think of a way to calm her down. Brainwave: buy an album of white noise on iTunes, pop some cans on her head, and voila! Calm, kinda tripped out baby.
(Note: the peace and quiet lasted about ten minutes until she got tired of having 'phones on her head and iTunes went to the next song, Roberta Flack's "Killing Me Softly." Screaming recommenced.)
(Also, yes, of course I tested the headphones myself first to make sure it wasn't too loud.)
Having found that the ATtiny85 didn't have enough memory to hold my brainwave visualisations code, I put together a little Shrimp circuit to hook up the LED matrix and Bluetooth dongle. Attention data levels is visualised as red LEDs and meditation data levels as green LEDs.