Random notes among random notes:
Reversing the polarity actually worked!
Step one: have polarized screen between light and room (on computer case).
Step two: ensure no light gets through.
Step three: reverse the poliarity.
Poof!
No longer just science fiction!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
12/8 amusing pseudeutsch
Projectklub
Achtung! Alle Lookenpeepers!
Diese Computermeachine ist nicht fuer Fingerpoken und Mittengrabben. Sie ist einfact Springenwerk zu schnappen, Fusen zu blowen und Corken zu poppen mit viele sparkenspitzen. Sie ist nicht fuer gewerken bei die Dumbkoepfen. Die rubbernecken Sichseeren muss die cotton-pickenen Haender in der Pockets keepen; relaxen und watchen die Blinkenlichten!
Projectklub
Achtung! Alle Lookenpeepers!
Diese Computermeachine ist nicht fuer Fingerpoken und Mittengrabben. Sie ist einfact Springenwerk zu schnappen, Fusen zu blowen und Corken zu poppen mit viele sparkenspitzen. Sie ist nicht fuer gewerken bei die Dumbkoepfen. Die rubbernecken Sichseeren muss die cotton-pickenen Haender in der Pockets keepen; relaxen und watchen die Blinkenlichten!
11/29
12:30
I pick myself up off the ground, mostly concerned with getting out of the parking garage's driveway. My glasses are missing, and I reach for the one piece I see: the side. Someone points out the rest or hands them to me. I don't remember which. My bike is so far away, but I must notice someone else moving toward it; I start walking away. Someone coming the other way stops to tell me my forehead is bleeding. A swipe at my forehead comes away bloodier than I expected; a second swipe covers half my hand. Mike is beside me now with both bikes--his and mine. His eyes widen, and he looks worried. I know University Health Services are nearby--almost right across the street. I start walking that way. He stops me.
Apparently, I was bleeding worse than I realized. He urges me to use something to stem the bloodflow.
"Gym bag. Purple shirt." It's an old one. I think Mom tried to convince me I outgrew it six years ago. No loss, except that it's the coolest shirt I have that's appropriate for gym.
Mike drops his bike on the grass and fumbles for the gym bag wrapped around my handlebars. I stand to the side and watch a drop of blood trickle onto my pale blue coat. I lean forward so the next one falls onto the grass. I watch it like a rain drop falling from the tip of my nose.
Mike passes me the shirt, and I hold it against my face, heedless of the sweat and grime embedded in its fibers. I dropped it on the locker room floor earlier. All well. I know I need something more than I need something clean.
Just then (maybe earlier) someone I know parts ways from the masses of hungry students whose classes ended at 12:20. I've talked to him but not much. Is his name Ray? He says something to the effect of, 'Oh, God, Shannon, are you all right?"
I probably mutter something like "I'll be fine." Isn't faith wonderful? More than that, isn't our culture wonderful? I'm so conditioned to believe that I have to be fine that I can be standing on a street corner, dripping blood with my second pair of glasses this school year in pieces in my hands and still think I'm fine!
12:30
I pick myself up off the ground, mostly concerned with getting out of the parking garage's driveway. My glasses are missing, and I reach for the one piece I see: the side. Someone points out the rest or hands them to me. I don't remember which. My bike is so far away, but I must notice someone else moving toward it; I start walking away. Someone coming the other way stops to tell me my forehead is bleeding. A swipe at my forehead comes away bloodier than I expected; a second swipe covers half my hand. Mike is beside me now with both bikes--his and mine. His eyes widen, and he looks worried. I know University Health Services are nearby--almost right across the street. I start walking that way. He stops me.
Apparently, I was bleeding worse than I realized. He urges me to use something to stem the bloodflow.
"Gym bag. Purple shirt." It's an old one. I think Mom tried to convince me I outgrew it six years ago. No loss, except that it's the coolest shirt I have that's appropriate for gym.
Mike drops his bike on the grass and fumbles for the gym bag wrapped around my handlebars. I stand to the side and watch a drop of blood trickle onto my pale blue coat. I lean forward so the next one falls onto the grass. I watch it like a rain drop falling from the tip of my nose.
Mike passes me the shirt, and I hold it against my face, heedless of the sweat and grime embedded in its fibers. I dropped it on the locker room floor earlier. All well. I know I need something more than I need something clean.
Just then (maybe earlier) someone I know parts ways from the masses of hungry students whose classes ended at 12:20. I've talked to him but not much. Is his name Ray? He says something to the effect of, 'Oh, God, Shannon, are you all right?"
I probably mutter something like "I'll be fine." Isn't faith wonderful? More than that, isn't our culture wonderful? I'm so conditioned to believe that I have to be fine that I can be standing on a street corner, dripping blood with my second pair of glasses this school year in pieces in my hands and still think I'm fine!
11/14/07
There are four kinds of knowledge: memorization, comprehension, understanding, and experience. They are interconnected and interrelated, perhaps interdependent, but they are not identical.
Memorization is knowing the facts, the surface of a concept. It is knowing what is or what happens. It is the simplest form of knowledge and the most common one to test. Memorization is the emotionless connection of semantic information.
Comprehension is deeper. It is knowing how ideas are connected, the mechanism of how an event or state--even a static state or fact of existence--occurs. Comprehension can be communicated through words.
Understanding is deeper yet and more exclusive than one might imagine. It is knowing two steps or more beyond how a state developed--it is knowing why. People can be led to understanding, but it cannot be taught. One must achieve it on one's own through personal analysis of the comprehension available. All understanding implies comprehension, but not all comprehension requires understanding. Understanding may change one's comprehension subtly so that it no longer reflects others' comprehension. Understanding is key to the best enjoyment of life; it is so important that it may supercede all other forms of knowledge.
Experience is akin to understanding, but it offers a different perspective. While experience may not always provide understanding or even comprehension, it does provide some memorization and a kind of emotional knowledge. Experience, like memorization and comprehension, provides input for understanding.
There are four kinds of knowledge: memorization, comprehension, understanding, and experience. They are interconnected and interrelated, perhaps interdependent, but they are not identical.
Memorization is knowing the facts, the surface of a concept. It is knowing what is or what happens. It is the simplest form of knowledge and the most common one to test. Memorization is the emotionless connection of semantic information.
Comprehension is deeper. It is knowing how ideas are connected, the mechanism of how an event or state--even a static state or fact of existence--occurs. Comprehension can be communicated through words.
Understanding is deeper yet and more exclusive than one might imagine. It is knowing two steps or more beyond how a state developed--it is knowing why. People can be led to understanding, but it cannot be taught. One must achieve it on one's own through personal analysis of the comprehension available. All understanding implies comprehension, but not all comprehension requires understanding. Understanding may change one's comprehension subtly so that it no longer reflects others' comprehension. Understanding is key to the best enjoyment of life; it is so important that it may supercede all other forms of knowledge.
Experience is akin to understanding, but it offers a different perspective. While experience may not always provide understanding or even comprehension, it does provide some memorization and a kind of emotional knowledge. Experience, like memorization and comprehension, provides input for understanding.
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