Spotted on monitor at City Uni.

Deets Carroll calls out, "Got company!"

Jaina Lefevre glances back. "Frank...thanks for stoppin' by. Means a lot." She swallows. "Just..be safe..." she watches behind her and her face pales, fingers twining around Rai's leg.

Debra Charron relaxes again, and once again begins softly whistling to pass the time

Deets Carroll continues to look around. Speaks softly. "Kids. If there's any trouble, just in case, I want you to keep low, and run between the hills to the gas station, and then to the church, if you have to. Got that?"

Tres Asbrink just taps his foot as he looks over the small crowd"Where is this whore who thinks she can make threats and call me out of my bunker." he shakes his head for a moment.

Jaina Lefevre nods. "Got it Mom." she whispers and looks at the others.

Remamian Takashi looks up at deets as she says that and turns back to deb "That shall be my leave, i will be just a few steps away Ma'am" she turns and starts to walk up the steep hill, slightly loosing her footing a few times as some of the rocks and rubble skip down to the flat land bellow

Phoebe Scribe cut a wide swath around the UAC people, scowling at the pair of them while she headed for the bridge. Once she past them, she took off on a jog for it. She caught Deets' words before she left, but this kid wouldn't stick around this close. The other side? Perhaps.

Rai Pawpad nods. "Yeah, got it."

Kimani Silvercloud turns whan Deet speaks and the color drains from her face she scoots closer to rai stills reaching for Jais back, she looks up at Deets "yeah"

Deets Carroll nods tersely to Tres. "On the beach."

Debra Charron nods to Taiyou - her face calm, "I appreciate you being here. If I don't see you again here, I'll see you elsewhere."

Tres Asbrink just snaps his finger for the guard at his heels to follow him.

Kimani Silvercloud her eyes narrow when Tres walks down the hill, she growls, but its barely audible

Rai Pawpad growls softly, his fingers tightening on Jaina's.

Debra Charron observes the figures descending the hill and smiles - her green eyes sparkling, "Evening Gentlemen, ready for the event?"

Jaina Lefevre whispers. "Snaps fingers like a puppy. Looks like he got better from where we cut him."

Deets Carroll gives the nearby rooftops a final glance, and follows Tres down,

Nellie Meads's tail twitches. She takes a jar out of her pocket and holds it up in front of her eyes, and then lifts it over her head to show the people on the beach.

Tres Asbrink just lets out a small laugh"Ohh yes the event ohh lovely. I was just thinking of not comeing but i fidgured... Time to collect UAC property in the end."

Nellie Meads looks at Jaina. "Just off hand, I'd say he did get called out of his bunker. "

Debra Charron chuckles in obvious amusement, "No need to worry about them getting their property - I'd always planned to allow them to collect your body after we're done. To do less would be unseemly"

Jaina Lefevre nods to Nellie. "And you got his ear..." She's so nervous, she actually giggles at the jar. "Pee in his ear."

res Asbrink just smiles"Ohh yes seems you think your going to fight me." he snaps his fingers."Ohh no you don;t get that honor.. As i see it i'm a noble in this world. AS such you will fight a proxy in my place i'm to important to get my hands covered in your non-human blood."

Nellie Meads: "I wonder if I pinch this, will his clown ear feel it?"

Jaina Lefevre calls out. "You're a piece of shit, Ass-Brink!"

Remamian Takashi watches on, she rolls her eyes whispering to herself "come on ladies, just kill eachother already so i can go get something to drink" she smirks and her eyes widen as her pants begin to vibrate, she pats around and pulls out a small pda from her back pocket and reads whats on the screen. She quirks her brow and sends back a responce.

Rai Pawpad snarls. "He's a ratbastard chicken, that's why."

Nellie Meads rolls her eyes. "Don't call names, get even, people."

Kimani Silvercloud watches the beach, feeling on edge, if she had fur it would all be on end, her back is raised, the low growl continuing, she looks around, wondering if anyother kids would be comming

Deets Carroll growls, and pull her shotgun. "Then I shoot you down."

Debra Charron snorts and her eyes once again glitter, this time in very frank contempt. Her voice is clear and is intended to reach the onlookers as she states, "Tres, are you really sure you want to pass along your duty to another? It may get you out of a bullet here tonight, but in the long run how will it play for those who have to follow you? Soldiers like to respect their commander after all.......and a commander who hides behind others when presented with physical danger is not one who'll inspire much in the way of respect - and your men deserve better" Deb looks at the person acompanying Tres, "You're here of your own free will?"

Pyros Zenovka nods at the woman"My duty is to sever the UAC and the company i follow my orders to the letter." he taps the gun at his side."So my orders are to kill you what else is there to do."

Deets Carroll sighs and steps sideways, out of Deb's line of fire. It gives her a better line on Tres, which isn't much of a coincidence.

Tres Asbrink just titls his head as he looks at Deb"There are reasons why i have brought commisinars to the city." he just smiles"To carry out my will. Cold ruthless type who do as the uac wills it." he looks to Pyros." Which Pyros is one of them."

Esha Rajal arrived rather fashionably late for the evening's festivities. At least she had a good excuse, having run ragged across Apoc and the southwestern side of Midian. She stood far enough back from the gathered crowd that she could have a good view of the area in general. She was just there in case anything went wrong, as per orders, and she'd follow them. She shifted her wait from side to side as she waited patiently, her eyes roaming over the children in front of her, and off to the little bit of action she could see down on the beach below.

Debra Charron smiles at Tres, "Really? Or have you brought them because you doubt your ability to command the respect of the troops who have served you to this point? For acts just such as this one........" Deb looks at the uniformed man, "I am Debra Charron, and I appreciate your dedication to your duty. I don't think i've had the privilige of your name soldier?""

Tres Asbrink just lets out a small snort"There only job is to do what the company says nothing more.. If not then liquadation is in order i would say." he just lets out a small laugh looking at pyros to see what his reply would be.

Jaina Lefevre watches and listens. She's so proud of her Mom down there. And she so desperately wants to slice that fucker with his own scalpel again.

Pyros Zenovka just looks at the woman for a moment and titls his head"I can care less what a dog of war has to say.... I have my duty i do what i have to do. You do not the curse of mercs like yourself." his hand moves to the large luger at his leg taping it for a moment.

Jaina Lefevre holds Rai's hand tight, watching. She's chewing the crap out of her lip too.

Kimani Silvercloud listens to the conversation below and shakes her head and wispers to the group of kids "He's probaly scared, makin up excuses why he cant fight"

Jaina Lefevre: "Probably because he's a pansy. Rai and I took him. He has to get someone else to fight 'cause he'd pee his pants if he had'ta do it his ownself."

Nellie Meads: "Pixis, come over with us."

Deets Carroll shakes her head. "This is crap. She levels her gun at Tres. Your flunky drops his guns, or I shoot you now."

Kimani Silvercloud looks over and smiles "hey sister, come on over" she pats the ground next to her

Belldandy Ghost looks over to Kimani, at first she wasnt planning on moving, but since Kimi had motioned to a spot she couldnt help but to go over and sit by her, to watch the two fight like gladiators in a colleseum or arena

Debra Charron chuckles, "Commisar, last time I checked - you worked for Union Aerospace Corporation..........not some government. That means I'm not the only mercenary on this beach, i'm just the only *Professional* mercenary here." Deb grins wolfishly at Tres, "If you insist on sacrificing another to save yourself, the consequences be upon your head. No matter who walks away from this, in the eyes of those who serve you - the folks down in the ranks - I win." Deb fixes her gaze on Pyros, "Well Commisar - if you're ready to defend his right to make war on children - find myself suitably attired." Deb cuts her gaze to Deets, "Deets - let him have his fun. if this fellow is Tres' substitute, then i'll trade shots with him. If tres himself or anyone else attempts to fire at me, drop Tres."

Rai Pawpad smiles. "Hey there, Knight."

Belldandy Ghost nods "Good Morning, Your Majesty."

Jaina Lefevre glances over at Pix but is really kinda focused on hoping her Mom doesn't die.

Deets Carroll scowls, "Understood." Begrudgingly. Her shotgun aim never wavers from Tres' back.

Kimani Silvercloud clasps her hands together nevously fidgeting with them she tries to smile at the group reassuringly but it just comes out as a grimace

Pyros Zenovka just smiles as the woman"Just so you know i'm the top in with my group for this kind of work miss." he just smiles as he steps forward>"No worrys there will be no one to bother you... Childeren from this city are just like the adults things that need to be beaten."

Tres Asbrink just steps back from the fight and lets his man do his job.

Jaina Lefevre: "Yeah! But HE was the one that got his ass beat!" She points to Tres. "BY TWO KIDS! PANSY!"

Rai Pawpad growls in his chest, and murmurs, "yeah? bring it assbag."

Deets Carroll glares and keeps Tres in her sights, stepping back slightly to maintain her distance.

Simon Netizen just...watches. Seeing, hearing...watching quietly as he converses in whispers with Esha.

Taken at the Tune by Tuna Car Show at the Smith & Wesson Corporate Headquarters in Springfield, MA on 8/12/12.

Re-edited Armani Code ad.

Bengamin Imp, the Christ of Code.

sudo get me a sandwich.

Code G

Startup week end los angeles July 2012

58 engine Seagrave, 58 engine Mack CF lime green, 45 engine Mack CF lime green and 26 truck.

Inspired by the robots from terminator 3, i forgot its name. "Berandal" means thugs or naughty in english

Running hot

code geass wallpaper

How code is documented in Ubiquity. For more information see Atul's blog post. For the actual documentation, see here.

Compact MIDI controller with endless encoders that also act as buttons

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The handmade QR code of the painting Palermo by Fabrice de Nola. QR code size: cm 120 x 120.

To see the full painting go to: flic.kr/p/8WxM1o

Cite as: Fabrice de Nola, 2010. Palermo, detail on painted QR code.

This work is part or the Palermu Project.

There's a Flickr group about the Genius of Palermo, please feel welcome to join! flic.kr/g/qJgY7

A set of stencils containing QR messages which, covertly marked in urban spaces, may be used to warn people about danger or clue them into good situations.

These stencils can be understood as situated infoviz for urban spaces — providing directions, information, and warnings to digital nomads and other indigenterati. We present these as modern equivalents of the chalk-based "hobo signs" developed by 19th century vagabonds and migratory workers to cope with the difficulty of nomadic life. Indeed, our set of QR stencils port a number of classic hobo annotations to the QR format ("turn right here", "dangerous dog", "food for work") as well as some new ones, with a nod to warchalking, that are specific to contemporary conditions ("insecure wifi", "hidden cameras", "vegans beware").

Fabricated with generous support from Ponoko.com.

Official site: fffff.at/qr-stenciler-and-qr-hobo-codes/

this royale comes in the interchange on service 5b .

Signs promoting the Burren Code in English, French, Italian, Polish, Spanish and German. Apparently visitors to the Burren tend to break pieces of the limestone pavement to make little cairns. I've no idea why. In the background you can see two of the Aran Islands in the distance.

Here's a link to the Burren Code online:

www.burrenconnect.ie/burren_code/burren_code.html

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The Fall 2010 Student Hackathon brought in hundreds of students from 30 universities to NYU's Courant Institute for 24 hours of creative hacking on New York City startups' APIs.

Selected startups presented their technologies at the beginning of the event, and students formed groups to brainstorm and begin coding on their ideas. Many students worked into the night, foregoing sleep to fulfill their visions.

On Sunday afternoon students presented their projects to an audience including a judging panel, which selected the final winners.

hackNY hosts hackathons one each semester, as well as a Summer Fellows Program, which pairs quantitative and computational students with startups which can demonstrate a strong mentoring environment, a problem for a student to work on, a person to mentor them, and a place for them to work. Startups selected to host a student are expected to compensate student Fellows. Students enjoy free housing together and a pedagogical lecture series to introduce them to the ins and outs of joining and founding a startup.

For more information on hackNY's initiatives, please visit www.hackNY.org and follow us on twitter @hackNY

Use your phone barcode scanner to read these! ;)

Cambridge Bay:

A Time and a Place

Souns featuring / mettant en vedette

Tanya Tagaq

A Time and Place is a meditative sound journey of music and soundscapes created exclusively from audio recorded in and around Cambridge Bay, Nunavut. Invited by musical collaborator Tanya Tagaq, an acclaimed Inuit throat singer, Michael Red (Souns) carefully gathered sounds including wind, dogs, birds, rushing water, still water, ice melting and crackling, feet moving through slush, a qillauti (drum) played and tightened, objects being tossed around and banged together at the community dump, the 10 o’clock siren, truck doors slamming, kids laughing and playing and more. Red also recorded Tanya singing and experimenting with other sounds from her mouth, running her fingers through furs and feathers, swishing ulus (knives) together, pulling at the ground, clacking rocks together and slurping freshly melted ice. Over three years, in Vancouver, Red categorized the sounds into a kind of subjective library of sounds, edited them into songs and sound pieces, and completed a continuous cycling mix of the songs and pieces. The mix heard in this installation is intended as a cyclical story that can be picked up anywhere, moving between the quieter moments of ambient field recordings and more dramatic areas like beat-driven songs. This is a sound expression of an experience — a compilation of ideas inspired from, and rooted in, land above the treeline.

A Time and Place consiste en un parcours de méditation sonore composé exclusivement de musique et d’un paysage sonore enregistrés à Cambridge Bay, au Nunavut, et aux alentours. Sur l’invitation de sa collaboratrice musicale Tanya Tagaq, interprète de chant guttural inuite de renom, Michael Red (Souns) a recueilli avec soin des sons produits par le vent, des chiens, des oiseaux, de l’eau qui coule, de l’eau immobile, de la glace qui fond et qui craque, des pieds qui se déplacent dans la neige fondante, un qillauti (tambour) dont on joue et dont on tend la peau, des objets que l’on secoue et que l’on cogne les uns contre les autres au dépotoir communautaire, la sirène de 10 h, des portières de camions qui se ferment, des enfants qui rient et qui jouent, pour ne citer que ceux là. M. Red a aussi enregistré Tanya pendant qu’elle chantait et émettait d’autres sons avec sa bouche, faisait glisser ses doigts sur des fourrures et des plumes, frottait des ulus (couteaux) les uns contre les autres, remuait la terre, faisait claquer des pierres et aspirait de la glace fraîchement fondue. Pendant trois ans, à Vancouver, M. Red a classé ces sons dans une sorte de bibliothèque subjective et les a édités sous forme de chansons et de pièces sonores, dont il a créé un mélange audio continu et cyclique. Le mélange audio que produit cette installation se veut une histoire cyclique que l’on peut reprendre n’importe où, qui passe de la tranquillité des enregistrements ambiants à l’effet plus dramatique des chansons rythmées. Cette œuvre est l’expression sonore d’une expérience — une compilation d’idées qui puise son inspiration et ses racines dans la terre au-delà de la limite forestière.

Souns – featuring Tanya Tagaq / SoUns mettant en vedette Tanya Tagaq

Canada

Souns is an “ambient/etc” project from Vancouver-based DJ/producer/promoter, Michael Red. Work ranges from hyper-minimal tones and pure textures to soundscapes supported by dub bass-lines and quiet rhythms.

Souns est un projet « ambiant, etc. » du DJ, producteur et promoteur Michael Red, qui réside à Vancouver. Ses œuvres vont des sonorités hyper-minimales et des textures pures aux paysages sonores appuyés par des lignes de basse dub et des rythmes doux.

Tanya Tagaq is a Nunavut-born, contemporary Inuit throat singer who has enthralled audiences all over the world, including touring with Björk. A Best Female Artist winner at the Canadian Aboriginal Music Awards her wordless voice is described as honest and earthy and pulls the listener into an unknown journey.

Tanya Tagaq, interprète contemporaine de chant guttural inuite née au Nunavut, a captivé le public du monde entier, notamment au cours de sa tournée avec Björk. Nommée meilleure artiste féminine aux Canadian Aboriginal Music Awards, elle se distingue grâce à ses chansons sans paroles et sa

voix que l’on qualifie d’honnête et de

simple et qui entraîne l’auditoire dans

un mystérieux voyage.

Code, orange

Picture of code from the open source software AngularJS (angularjs.org)

1. urban code, 2. urban code, 3. POOR SIGNAL, 4. urban code

5. urban code, 6. urban code, 7. urban code, 8. urban code

9. urban code, 10. urban code, 11. urban code, 12. urban code

13. LAST SIGNAL, 14. urban code, 15. .66, 16. LAST SIGNAL

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morse code machine

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