Silicore AC/DC Adaptor: 13VDC/0.8A: Measured 16.52-16.59 Used the above adaptor initially assuming it was the 13 volts as stated, but smoke started to come through the breadboard. I quickly unplugged and measured the adaptor getting the 16+ range. That’s a good lesson in measuring things first.
ON LED: 2.37 RESISTOR: 6.54
OFF: LED: 0.02 RESISTOR: 0.00
POWER: 8.95 (STRAIGHT FROM WIRES)
Mistakenly connected one wire of switch to end of resistor lined up w/ LED (instead of other end of resistor). Made green LED turn amber. Basically started to burnout.
LED IN SERIES: RED LED: 4.44/5 Looked like it may be slowly burning out ORANGE LED: 4.32
LED IN PARALLEL: BURNOUT ADDED 220 RESISTOR WORKED GREEN LED (CLOSEST TO RESISTOR): 1.94 YELLOW LED: 1.94 RED LED: 1.94
VARIABLE VOLTAGE W/ POT: ALL THE WAY UP: 3.335 ALL THE WAY DOWN: 0.00 MIDWAY: 2.87
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So for the 2nd week, we did an Analog In lab. I started with a regular potentiometer, then switched in a mini-pot. The LED would brighten when I turned the pot knobs to the right and dim when turned to the left. After, I switched in and tried out a pressure sensor. The LED brightened when I pushed down with more force on the sensor.
Initially, I thought of all kinds of apparatuses to use – including my Meatwad stress ball with a pressure sensor attached. But I didn’t like the stiffness of the wires I had to use and the actual effect wasn’t quite what I wanted.
I finally decided on regular clip wires (or whatever they’re called). These wires were more flexible and worked better with my idea.
I also added a piezo siren which is normally really loud. I added a 220 ohm resistor to the connection to bring the sound down considerably making it more clicky.
I used a wooden box that I got from the Pearl Paint Craft store and inserted a bright blue LED to the outside.
I played with the idea of the piezo getting louder when a proper connection was made, but decided against it and implemented a sort of reverse idea.
So – basically, when turned on, my luvometer is constantly emitting these annoying little clicky click sounds and the LED flickers. One person holds the white wire and another holds the yellow. While holding the wire in one hand each person holds the other one’s hand – creating a connection. The piezo becomes silent and the LED brightens – resulting in a peaceful and illuminated connection. Well, at least that’s the idea. 🙂
A better video demo is coming soon, but here’s the idea for now (Click on image below & press space bar if you don’t see a controller in the frame. Use right and left arrows to rewind/fast-forward):
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OK – now that I’m full time at ITP and its current server is being booty, I’ll be posting my assignments and their progress here in addition to my usual randomness.
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Positive dreams….yes! What we all want to manifest….. to transcend the nightmares ….and….understand them as a greater test……Wishing for the best….for better health….spread the wealth…..and discover truth for the self….
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This is in my aunt Esther’s house in Bulacan – just outside Metro Manila. As soon as we got there – my aunt Gloria and my mother changed into aunt Esther’s house dresses. It was pretty funny to see all 3 of them sitting around with the dresses on. My aunt Gloria was aware of my video taping and was trying to get me to stop because she was not properly dressed for the camera.
I went back to the Philippines after 12 years. A lot has changed, mainly the population growth in Manila. However, some things seem to remain largely the same and are very much a staple in Filipino culture, like the jitneys and tricycles.
I wanted to convey a variation in perspective. The following examples convey 3 different types of experiences:
1) A general perspective as a traveler in a land that is both strangely familiar, yet entirely foreign to me in many ways.
2) A rather microscopic perspective that comes when you (literally) bend down to notice the details.
3) An intimate perspective – the one with family, behind closed doors.
How much of any of these are similar or different? And to what degree is their familiarity or foreign-ness altered had I experienced them somewhere else in the world?
This is a mini documentary Xue Hou, Tom Rossini & I created for our Video for New Media class. Our original idea was to interview someone and get him/her to tell us how the East Village has changed over the years. I thought of this guy that owns an ice cream/newspaper storefront on Avenue A. I think he’s been around at least 20-25 years, probably a lot more.
We decided to go with a Ukrianian American family that owns a building on Tom’s block on E. 7th St. Coincidentally, I actually lived in that very building some 10 years ago, but my stay there was brief and I didn’t get to know the owner and family at all.
We shot about 2.5 hours of footage and the idea was to mesh the generational perspectives into a creative and possibly abstract descriptive piece. One of them had mentioned how the church down the street had changed over the decades and when we went over to shoot it, unwittingly discovered The Ukrianian Shop across the street. I’ve been down that block so many times over many years – and I never once really noticed it.
After realizing our idea would take way too much time to go through and edit, more time than we had before it was due – we decided to document the shop. We figured it’d be like a little news piece. We got most everything in 35 minutes + photos we took and some others online.
The shop is pretty awesome inside. It’s been around since 1918 and in it’s current location at 11 E. 7th st since the 1940s or 1950s.
If you’ve read any of my other writing, you may notice a recurring theme throughout: transcendence & self-transformation (yeah yeah – I’ve got a little new-age hippie hiding somewhere inside me). Anyway – I once recorded myself reading aloud. A particular piece I wrote – (and the only one ever) was created with music in mind that a friend had put together. I used to write a lot more rhyming things and he thought it would be fun to lace a track of his with one of them. But since I never endeavored to be a rapper, nor a spoken word artist, I used the instrumental as inspiration, let him fiddle diddle with the beats some other way, and kept my words on paper. I later recorded my naked vocal for fun. It was more of an experiment to see how well I could pace myself reading as I tend to be super quick when I do.
I’ve kept it hidden away from anyone else’s ears until now.
It’s a straight read, there’s some hiss – and the pacing needs work (or maybe a good edit).
But, ah well…funk it….if you press play, you get to read along with me.
Er…or don’t press play and just read. 🙂
Who knows how long I’ll leave this up before I chicken out and take it down.
On the other side of silence I unmanifest my violence Holding license to nonsense I slip out, throw down my defense to make sense of this existence how intense the effect of the affix I fix to sustain a sentence structure called rhyme rather sublime the prime essence called first matter the latter of fact the status of overwhelming opinion the dominion of incision to create divided or united vision Wax the double-edged sword as swift words cut through shields of ultramagnetic fields and reveal the landscapes inside Remember the other side? Are you ready for the ride? Once I start to flow I can feel the glow of rising vibration schizmatic elation a different elevation a wondrous vacation Asphyxia, deliria, nearin’ ya unconsciousness unfolds wiping the molds to make the path clearer I hear her Ms. Divine Wonder no longer asunder Stronger than Ajax, Mr. Clean, or Arm & Hammer she slams ya, circles around you then penetrates – infiltrating the floodgate revealing a feeling that makes you want more Tranquil transmigration, trance-ending and blending and here we are again – and again – and a-gain to maintain clarity within this reality ’cause congeniality can lose itself So hold fast, for darkness can follow as some wallow in the sorrow of their shadow Though, in the corner of their narrow confines is always a light that shines, however bright or dim a whimsical feature lets loose a mystical creature that eats ya up alive so you can survive and create a clean slate Feed on this plate of nourishment secret agent to reassure you allure you into what many people forget those that seem to regret what surrounds them things that can confound them Watch as I astound them to remember the other side
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I believe in self-empowerment and inspiration, dedication mental re-location… cooperation and communication.
I also acknowledge the existence and insistence of tense, cold, and removed… no conclusions and illusions, delusions and intrusions, contusions and no-where solutions….
Through…..evolution and revolution, resolution after all. Answer the call that’s calling you.
CORRECTIVE VISION THE DISTORTION WE CREATE BEHIND THE LENS WE HIDE SEE NOT INTO MY SOUL FOR I HAVE DRAWN THE RENDITION BLIND NOW READY FOR THERAPY SEEKING CLARITY I RESUME MY DISPARITY UNCLOGGING PORES AND UNLOCKING DOORS SCORES OF LORE COME THROUGH POURIN’ THE PIMP STARTS WHORIN’ BOOTY REAL ON THE DOLLAR DEAL ILL MANIFEST CAUSE MY ALTER-EGO WANTS TO CONFESS AND PROFESS – NO LESS REACHING OUT TO TRANSGRESS THE STRESS AND BLESS THE MESS AS MERE LESSON AIN’T NO HALF STEPPIN’
Exponential and disavowed – wonder if I am allowed – hic – to unfold – cup to hold, withdrawn and untold, afraid to unfold….longing for bold – only wanting to hold – embrace. find the trace. understand the human race….
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