My Shrimp / Minimal Arduino.
Simon Walters asked if it was “Shrimp price or Arduino price” - so here’s a break down:
I already had an Arduino to program the above, in ArduinoISP mode, but here’s a cheap source, somewhat defeating the purpose of the above.
Excluding the battery holder & 9V battery (which I had), I make it £5.80 for the little radio connected unit you see above.
That said, I’ve sourced a lot of parts direct from China, and the externalities that creates are bad. Each item was individually shipped, which is inefficient, I have no idea what treatment the workers who produced my items receive and I did nothing to support the thriving UK maker scene.
In general, I buy from a mix of eBay, Oomlout and Pimoroni and favour Adafruit and Arduino branded parts. Buying these parts funds the development of new parts and the libraries developed to use them.
As I left the house this morning I thought “the light is great, should I bring my camera?” - nah, I’m just going to the car boot sale on the common, what am I going to see that’s going to be interesting? And it’ll just be another bulky thing to carry.
And then just barely visible in this photo, a topless man riding a dray horse rode past me on the footpath of the Stone Road.
Using IM in a professional setting.
If you only learn two things from visiting my outpost in the digital world, please let it be these two things:
- If you’re using IM at work and you start it with “Hey” or “Sup” and don’t put anything else, you’re the definition of a monster. You have no business being in office let alone having a job that requires using IM as part of your professional work flow.
Good: “Hey David! Hope you’re doing well. I need help with this problem…”
Bad: “Sup.” [five minutes later] “You there?”
NOPE. I’m not there because I refuse to answer IMs that don’t have a GODDAMN POINT. If you want to chat into nothing, go here. If you want to do work, chat me like a GODDAMN PROFESSIONAL. Ask motherfucking questions. Form motherfucking cohesive thoughts. Use it as a motherfucking tool to get your motherfucking shit done.
- Ice cream, in moderation, is the greatest thing in the world.
“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a rack-mounted server joylessly playing videogames and taking screenshots. Forever.”
– ASCII by Jason Scott
“Jeff Bezos says, “Your margin is my opportunity.” That’s probably what Lyft and Uber were saying to each other as they slashed their commissions to 0. How do you beat a company that doesn’t need to make money? The 8 hours you need to sleep each night, are my opportunity. The time you spend with your family and friends, is my opportunity. If you’re not maxed out, if there’s still a shred of humanity left in you, then you’re just leaving your lunch on the table.”
— Elaine Ou (via maxistentialist)
It may sound absurd, but you’re essentially burning the candle from the other end—with smoking you’re reducing your overall lifespan, whereas checking frivolous messages on your phone is just inching yourself closer to death with minimal benefit.
Taking a engineer’s approach to a happier life.
It goes beyond that, though. I’m letting go of people, too. I think it’s OK to let people pass you by. Difficult people, demanding people, and people who impose too high a cost against the benefit they provide – or even just people that you can’t reasonably help.
I’m aware that this is anathema to our culture, where everyone has value and the right to be heard, and people should be given a chance. I just don’t think I have time to give everyone a chance, and still do the things I want to do. I don’t have time to hear them in the first place, and I bet that you don’t either. So I’m letting go of the obligation to respond, or even to hear the question. I won’t pretend to be comfortable with saying so, but there it is.”
– Letting go - Matt Gemmell
I don’t think any book that I’ve read has induced the same number of paranoid dreams.
I used to fall asleep reading this while waiting for D to fall asleep. I’d wake up on the floor, thinking of rooms that go on forever.
“The cloud is a fog of sweet, sweet promises. Amazon promises eleven nines of durability. Eleven nines! The Sun will be a charred cinder before a single bit gets flipped in a file you’ve stored on S3.”
– The Internet With A Human Face - Beyond Tellerrand 2014 Conference Talk
“You may have encountered a situation wherein you left the game while it was still running, and then later tried to return to it, but found yourself distracted — not just mentally distracted; a state of mental distraction is really not a problem in this game and, in fact, may be helpful in some situations (like when you’re visiting a strange rest stop or a comfort station somewhere out on the edge of the map — there aren’t any of these in place in Act One, but perhaps there may be in future acts, after all, it’s an idea that appeals to us (we try to be open-minded and not to plan too far in advance) and who can say how we’ll feel three or even nine months from now — and you encounter some text on a sign or something, maybe scrawled in the margins of a discarded roadmap, and you feel curious enough to switch contexts and google some phrase or another) so we’re pleased that the Mac version of the game now supports the “Command-Tab” function. Thanks for your patience!”
This past week, I busied myself with drawing some of the crummy old paperbacks that Henry might find on the bookshelf in his lookout tower. Perhaps these books were generously left behind by a previous lookout, or maybe they were just too crappy to bother carrying back to civilisation.
Because I love pulp paperbacks and fake universes within universes.
The perfect mix of serious and fun.
Welcome to Michael Paul Smith’s Elgin Park
The buildings are constructed of resin-coated paper, styrene plastic, and basswood, plus numerous found objects. The vehicles are from Michael’s collection of 300+ commercially produced, diecast models.
No Photoshop was used in these images; they’re all composed in the camera. It is the oldest trick in the special effects book: lining up a model with an appropriate background, then photographing it.
Look at the Flickr here
On the train leaving Chicago, currently middle of the fifth at the time of posting.
"Are you mad?"
"I’m not mad at all, sweetie."
"I’m sorry I threw up."
"Don’t worry. We’ll get you to bed and get you all better."
"I’m sorry, Daddy."
[Cubs tickets for tonight’s game in his hand.] “Nothing to worry about at all.”
“The free conveniences we enjoy – email, endless web browsing, cats and all sorts of gossip – are not, in fact, free. They are merely clever trade-offs for information about you.”
– David Byrne, “The NSA is burning down the web, but what if we rebuilt a spy-proof internet?”