I made a USB kaeidoscope.



You will all see it live soon via the kaleidocam.

So, I have been trying to convert my entire life to digital format. i would really like to do away with my analog body but I guess the world is still not ready for a cyborg. So I decied to augment my reality via a web cam and a voice recorder.

The web cam allows me to see what my computer is seeing out my window at all times. Its like a quick trip home via my special TCP/IP port.

I wanted to get rid of paper for so long. First off, I cannot write for mor ethan five minutes without getting tired. Secondly, my handwriting sucks. I don't mean, "Oh its bad for people to read." I mean I cannot read it myself when I revisit my writing. So I needed a voice recorder. I trained my computer to type out what I say using dragon Naturally Speaking. I works so well. Not like via voice where I had to talk liek a robot. I can actually speak at regular pace and it keeps up. The downfall, I need to wear a dorky headset and I need to be near the computer. Not that i am ever really more than 5 feet froma computer tanks to dell's corporate discount.

So I decided a voice recorder.




It has so many purposes. First I can record to it anywhere. It weighs about an ounze and it so easy to hide away. Plus it is a great way to secretly record stuff that I witness and nobody ever believes. No examples here!

Last, it just happens to be an MP3 player, has a built in mic and speaker, a headphone port, a USB port, and a microphone port. Did I mention it comes in a gold box and acts as a USB keychain drive. I love it.

Well, it arrived and I was so excited. I quickly tore open the gold foil the arrived so quickly from British Olumbia. And guess what. I got a fucking dud one. It doe snot ork at all. So now I have to send it back to BC. I should just never trust Canadians as i am learning more and more each day.

So I wrote my journal entry on 5 peices of paper until I got home and could type it. I cannot wait for the new voice recorder. It will be the first step in the audio culture database here at elmwoodstrip. Eventually, I want to get hundred of audio recording devices and distribute them to people all around elmwood who in turn collect sounds that we can store in a database of what Elmwood sounds like.

The party was pretty rad but none of my pictures came out except the one of Holly on the main page. It was so blurry, I had to mess with it. So much for the Canon digital Cam, I guess it is as weak as the Kodaks were.

If any of you reading this were at the party and have pictures you could start a journal and upload them. Remember 400PX in width. Otherwise you could email them to me and I could get them up, even larger.

Tonight we are going to soundlab. I am really excited about the possibilty of maybe dancing for once. I hope that its an option because I have been quite stationary, except the party.

I wish I had had flyers for the site. I think most people were to spirited to remember the name of the site. A flyer would have helped.

I am thinking about throwing a much larger party in the spring for the elmwoodstrip grand opening. We will have to see.

I was busy trying to make Jessica a hello kitty journal and so I visisted the Sanrio Site. They have lots of new characters but the most fucked up is DokiDoki YummiChums. It is a hamburger/Frenchfry combo.

Check it out . . .

I am thinking about applying for Italian citizenship to get back to my euroroots. Anyways, I was told by the ocnsolate I would need proof of my grandparent and parental hertitage. While at nonna's I foudn ton's of stuff. Even lists of relatives dating back to the 1700s.

Here are their passports from the first trip over. Next I need to find my moms and my other grandmother's. Soon I will leave America. . .

Here is proof of Sara and I's big accomplishment n our youth. We started a homeless sleepout to raise money for the city mission. Even though everybody told us it would never happen we ended up raising hundreds of dollars. I had posted this before but then I lost it in the big server drama.

Missing Image ;(

I got really carried away scanning my hand. I miss being able to do fun projects like this. I need a break from the sameness.



Do you like the blue or green better. Send me an email f you care. I am thinking of using this from an elmwoodstrip flyer.

Missing Image ;(

Check out this communication between me and some random woman who stole my email address. If any of you want to spam, feel free its fun. anne@tm.tno.nl

Here is her site:

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I have to apologize for abusing your email adress, since I just sent Paul Moore an email "from you". I will not do that again, I just wanted to return the joke.

Sorry for troubling you (last time).
Anne

paul@elmwoodstrip.com wrote:

> Hello,
> My name is Paul Visco and I run a community site in Buffalo, NY.
> Unforunately, my name was never Paul Moore and I have no idea who Sam
> is. Good luck finding the Paul you're looking for. How did you get
> my email addresss?
>
> Best,
> Paul Visco
>
>
> >
> >
> >> Sam and I have decided to revolutionise the party organisation
> >> business - hence the new email address
> >
> > And your new name. Paul Moore is now Paul Visco? Or just P? You are
> a
> > mysterious man. But obviously a great cook. And for a amateur
> > psychologist, you're doing quite well: I guess whether you can learn
>
> > insight (from my perspective, whether I can teach it) is one of the
> > basic questions of training research.....I bet planning a new year's
> eve
> > wedding at South Beach is a little more exciting.
> >
> >
> > Take care,
> >
> > Anne
> >
> >
> > Anne Helsdingen, MSc
> > TNO Human Factors
> > research group "Modelling and Simulation"
> > PO Box 23
> > 3769 ZG Soesterberg
> > The Netherlands
> > phone: +31 (0)346 356423
> > mobile: +31 (0)619348915

I have always wanted to be a robot from the moment I met robbie, my first robot toy through the sweat-dripping 20-hour, paper chomping, jaw-grinding, "I wanna live my life like a rave machine" moments of my teen years.

Now I want to be a robot even more. Its like an obsession with productivity and accomplishment cycles that drive me. Unfortunately, they drive me to a limit to a limit. The limit of being human and I want out now. I want to run like packman through endless mazes, never tired and constantly getting new energy dots.

Here is a nice touch
I love it
Holy shit No more BR tags