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DIY RFID human implants

:: Mikey Sklar :: Electric Clothing ::

Dear oh dear. Longwhiles after Kevin Warwick (was that the dear prof’s name?) used public funds to turn himself into a cyborg, I thought that we were past this. It’s so post-post-modern that it’s exhausting. Quoth Mikey:

DIY RFID human implants are on the rise. I have found over sixteen instances of midnight engineers implanting RFID tags in their hands. The general excuse is for automation purposes. Examples such as unlocking a computer screen saver or opening doors that have been outfitted with electric deadbolts. In my own case the idea of implanting technology that I have researched and spec’d out was very appealing. The fact that it can actually do something useful is quite secondary. The most rewarding part of this project was learning about RFID at a much deeper level.

At a much deeper level? Perlease.

I just don’t understand why one wouldn’t just have the RFID in a watch, ring or dorky bracelet.

Maybe that’s because I’m not “a third generation geek

First generation. Aspiring.
“.

“Microwaving Barbie is not exactly pathological”

spiked-life | Column | Reservoir Dolls?

Punchy and fun commentary by Jenny Bristow on a new piece of ‘research’ about girls, their Barbies and what they do with them.

It’s a fun read, with some good sideswipes and people turning the obvious or the inane into portentious conclusions.

Jenny concludes:

There were simply lots of kids, with lots of kids’ imaginations, playing games for which there was no justification or hidden agenda. Another trite-but-true maxim: ‘children say the funniest things’ – including such things as ‘I’ll tear your head off, Barbie bitch’. I can’t imagine that much has changed since then – except, perhaps, that there are more Barbies about, and They Deserve to Die.

That they do.

iASBO: hoodie for your iPod

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This (as usual, wholly pointless) iPod “hoodie cover” was featured on Gizmodo, where they seem to have missed the particular ASBO humour in the UK at the moment.

Try out the ASBO game on the site: it’s not that good, but I’m always impressed that people have bothered to put these things together when I’m lazy and just say ‘wouldn’t it be of momentary amusement if…’. Gorblessem.

Tesco’s call to immediate incest

Gulp!

Seen on the, erm, in-tree-ging https://www.thegoth.force9.co.uk/malcsimg/ via some forwarded mail.

There’s nothing you can teach those Tesco boys when it comes to getting your attention with in-store promotions! 🙂

Ski Dubai. This makes sense…

Ski Dubai

erk. In the middle of a desert. 5 slopes, all at “a comfortable” 1-2 degrees.

I was about to decry the adverse ecological effect, but then I wondered whether solar cells might as yet be efficient enough to create/maintain the snow?

Then I got tired of wondering and mentally filed this next to the 18-hole championship golf courses…

Hand. Battery. Oh dear.

What the…? – Gizmodo

I can add nothing to this. It’s not really work-safe if your company is anal (oops – that’s got us blocked) about blocking everything (apart from the IT team’s porn collection, of course!).

The comments are amusing, in that wholly-prodictable, juvenile kinda way we’d expect 🙂

Whovel: a WHeeled shOVEL. Neat.

Wovel – Wovel Photos

Wovel Photos – bet that phrase will send corporate web proxies into paroxysms of denial 😉

Neat combo of wheel (movement and leverage) and shovel. Not sure though that you wouldn’t put your back out trying energetic flips, nor that having 10kg of snow flipped skywards is going to help the clearing effort.

As a suggested upgrade, why not have either a snowploug front end (just run along the path, clearing a route) or have a twist/elliptical pivot so that the shovel flicks to one side as its raised?

No royalties required for these design “improvements” 🙂

Alan Partridge does the famer’s market?

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Yes indeed! Alan Partridge plays “Farmer Sharp” at Borough Market.

All of the staff on the stall were dressed in matching outfits. They played this with a very straight face and so I can’t decide whether they are ignorant of the likeness or supremely ironic.