Posted on 11/14/2014 11:01:04 AM PST by BenLurkin
I am walking through my north London neighbourhood on an unseasonably warm day in late autumn. I can hear birds tweeting in the trees, traffic prowling the back roads, children playing in gardens and Wi-Fi leaching from their homes. Against the familiar sounds of suburban life, it is somehow incongruous and appropriate at the same time.
As I approach Turnpike Lane tube station and descend to the underground platform, I catch the now familiar gurgle of the public Wi-Fi hub, as well as the staff network beside it. On board the train, these sounds fade into silence as we burrow into the tunnels leading to central London.
I have been able to hear these fields since last week. This wasn't the result of a sudden mutation or years of transcendental meditation, but an upgrade to my hearing aids. With a grant from Nesta, the UK innovation charity, sound artist Daniel Jones and I built Phantom Terrains, an experimental tool for making Wi-Fi fields audible.
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That’s nothing. Obama can read the minds of the 2/3rds of the Electorate that didn’t Vote.
Yup!
And you would want to do this because?
I......would not
Is this a set up for an acoustic neuroma, cholesteatoma, brain tumor or what?
So that the implanted chip in your brain can always
communicate with the mother ship?
Thanks for the memory!
Heck, I remember Joan Rivers discussing her IUD.
She said every time she crossed her legs the garage door opened. :)
Wifi locator feature.
Anyone else remember the Partridge Family episode when Laurie could pick up radio stations on her braces?
“....wanted to see if I could get free dial up internet so I found that NetZero still has free service so I put in the number and heard the glorious sound of the Dial-up. Remind me of years gone.
Unfortunately I was not able to make a connection.”
They dont call it NET ZERO....for nuthin...ya know....
While in Junior High or High school, I didn’t have braces but did have a fair number of metal capped teeth. I swear I could “feel” the music, and if I opened my mouth and let it reverberate, you could hear it.
It’s a bargain at half the price.
I remember, back in the 1960s, people claiming they could pick up the local radio stations through their dental fillings.
It never worked with me. I have two small demons that set on my shoulders and scream into both ears.
Fire at least one of them — and hire an angel to sit on your shoulder.
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