#and then tame it for a mobile base on a larger map

[kihaku-gato]

Several years of playing this game, and I have finally not only tamed one of the creatures I've wanted to legit-tame, but did it SOLO, AND in this playthrough got the taming achievement to boot! Literally used my entire crafted supply of cannon balls to knock this bugger out, and I'm shocked I succeeded but man am I delighted that I have.

Only 4 achievements left to go!!!

[destroyer-immortalizer-blog]

I Think I Figured Out How Cephalons Work

I had an idea earlier today about a plausible way Cephalons could be made, and how exactly their data storage works. And all of it is based in tech that either exists or is already in research and development somewhere.

I’ll put the long version with supporting evidence under the cut but, TL;DR:

Cephalon data storage is accomplished via DNA. DNA of the person forming the basis of the Cephalon’s personality is harvested from their brain, and the information is copied and stored in a compatible format - more, lab-created blank DNA used specifically to store information, that can then be edited to the creator’s standards. It works more or less the same as any computer storage, just with much larger capacities and a little bit of sci-fi magic.

Here’s my chain of logic that led to this. Warning: science and math ahead.

The brain holds a preson’s memories, experiences, and personality. Memory creation is done through the process of neurons firing in particular patterns and in a certain order; this is also how people recall things later. Neuron firing and signal transmission is done through electrical charges, and this is part of the reason people theorize that storing human consciousness in robotic or computer forms may be possible at all.

Coincidentally, modern computer storage works in much the same way. SSDs in particular use data stored in electrical charges. But, of course, most modern SSDs are a few TB in storage at most. It would take a lot more to store a whole human mind, right?

I looked up some facts and did some calculations. The estimated storage capacity of the human brain is:

Let’s assume the high end of those estimates, 2.5 petabytes. That means that we’d need, at minimum, 2500 TB to store a human mind. And, let’s also assume for redundancy, that you’d want at least double that, to have a backup. So, 5000 TB is what we’re working with. And the current largest available SSD size is:

Let’s round that down to 30 TB. So, 5000 divided by 30 means we would need, at minumum, 167 of this SSD to store everything. That is... horrifically impractical.

But, you know what is really good at storing information? DNA. Just how good, you ask?

A quick conversion and we get:

So, multiplying it out, one cubic mm of DNA can hold about 687 TB of data (rounding down). Meaning that the total amount of DNA to cover our original 5000 TB estimate is just over 7.25 cubic mm. If you wanna convert that to volume, at a rate of 1 cubic mm = 0.001 mL, the liquid (modern DNA storage of data involves suspending it in liquid solutions) is less than 0.008 mL. That’s less than your average drop of water.

Keep in mind, this is using a method that has already been done in a lab, in the modern day. And, information was successfully copied and retrieved using this method.

But, okay, let’s assume for a second all of this is too good to be true. We need to account for efficiency, right? Nothing is ever 100% efficient. Let’s be super pessimistic, and assume that things only get copied at around 10% accuracy. Yes, modern lab methods are very accurate, but hey. If Cephalon minds are copied from dying brains, we can assume a lot of stuff will go wrong, right?

Now, recalculating with this, one cubic mm of DNA will hold approximately 65 TB (rounding down a few TB, because why not). So now we need more in the neighborhood of 80 cubic mm - you know what, let’s account for MORE errors and round up to 100.

That’s still only 0.1 mL of liquid. About 2 drops.

So, DNA can store an insane amount of information in a very small space. Even accounting for a lot of redundancy and error, you could more or less fit an entire human mind on the tip of your finger, and then some.

But, hang on, this has to be way far off in the future, I mean, there’s no way this method of storage could be practical anytime soo-

... Yes it can.

And remember. It is the far future, and the Orokin are filthy rich.

Let’s go back to Cephalons. Given that we can safely assume their creation, and the Orokin Empire, are at least centuries, but more likely millennia, away, I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt when it comes to human mind mapping. I mean, hey, we’ve already mapped the entire human genome, right? So let’s assume the Orokin can actually copy a digital map of a person’s mind, as a digital analog of the brain. Take that tiny bit of DNA liquid, suspend it in some substrate, give it significant protection, and you’re good to go.

This is where I’m using sci-fi magic license. But, say, because it’s the future and it’s the Orokin, they’ve figured out a way to map human minds to DNA storage, like the hard drive of a computer. I think it’s possible they’d also have invented a way to make this generic data mimic the person it came from.

You know how a computer keeps certain background tasks active in your task manager? Permanently loaded background tasks could include personality files and general outlines for following command orders. Code instructions telling the Cephalon how to behave. Memories and command executables and such are the normal storage, to be accessed as needed. And, because their memory and personality data are now mapped in a way that is accessible to to encoder, they can also be edited at will.

For example, making a violent mercenary a bit more tame...

Give it some sensors - optical, auditory, etc - and it can now also hear and see the world around it. It can, more or less, react just how Cephalons react in game. It wouldn’t exactly be hard to create a 3D holographic projection as a visual representation, either.

So. You’ve just created a computerized version of a human. You’ve just created a Cephalon.

But wait - what substrate would they suspend the DNA information in? What is the magic juice that would facilitate this and make it all happen?

That’s easy. The same liquid the Orokin used to harvest their information in the first place. The same liquid that, when Ordan was made to drink it, precipitated his conversion, likely destroying his organic brain in the process, judging by his testimony. The same liquid that, going with all of the above theories, would tear apart human brain cells to get at the DNA inside, storing it for either destruction or salvation - salvation that could come in the form of a Cephalon conversion, or... perhaps even continuity.

Kuva.

And, the most interesting thing about this? DNA holds its integrity over a LONG time. Like, thousands of years long, at least, if well-maintained. So, it would be perfect for archival storage. Just get a lot of liquid together, and you can store even more information besides just the mind in charge. You can get yourself an archival Cephalon, and one that would be more or less immortal as well. Maybe even one with enough data capacity to store information samples from other beings as well...

... Sound like anyone we know?

Granted, Simaris’s scans are imperfect copies. Nowhere near the fidelity of a true Cephalon. But, he’s doing the best with what he has. Bet his methods save pretty significantly on storage space, as well. Using DNA storage, he could probably very well synthesize most of the system and still contain it all within that relay room of his. No matter how many scans the Tenno bring him.

Suda is similar. But, due to her memory loss prior to conversion, some of her mind was irreparably damaged or lost and unable to be copied. You can’t retain what isn’t there, after all.

Ship Cephalons are more simple. They need to be mobile, after all, able to fit and be carried within an Orbiter subsystem. But, as we’ve seen, that’s easy enough, if you’re only accounting for one mind and the commands necessary to go along with it.

Maybe, just maybe, somewhere under the Orbiter consoles, in the tangle of electronics that form the belly of the ship, there’s a tiny, Rubik’s cube sized container of liquid, glowing bright blue from the hot currents of electricity running through it, and with a few hairline cracks from years of wear and tear, waiting for the Operator to figure out he’s been there all along.

[ericfruits]

Could travel bubbles offer a route to economic recovery?

IT MAY BE a painful fact to contemplate during these locked-down days, but last year the world was more mobile than ever, with people taking 4.6bn flights. In April this year, though, planes carried just 47m passengers; that level of mobility, annualised, would set the clocks back to 1978. The virtual halt to travel has exacerbated the global economy’s woes, complicating trade ties, upending business and devastating the tourism industry. Little wonder that governments want to restore links. An idea gaining favour is the creation of travel “bubbles”, binding together countries that have fared well against the coronavirus.

A closer look yields some grounds for optimism. The Economist has identified potential bubbles that account for around 35% of global GDP, 39% of all trade in goods and services and 42% of the world’s spending on tourism. But the challenge of connecting them also underscores how hard restarting the global economy will be.

Simply returning borders to pre-virus days is, for now, inconceivable. Many health experts, first critical of travel restrictions, have come to view strict controls as useful, especially for places that have contained local infections. “Every inbound case is a potential seed that can grow into an outbreak,” says Ben Cowling, an epidemiologist at Hong Kong University.

The first bubble is due to come to life on May 15th between Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania, among Europe’s best performers in taming the virus. Their citizens will be free to travel inside the zone without quarantine. The next might be a trans-Tasman bubble, tying New Zealand to Australia’s state of Tasmania, both of which have kept new cases down. China and South Korea have launched a “fast track” entry channel for business people. “My expectation is that there will be a large number of small travel bubbles,” Mr Cowling says.

But in the same way that regional trade deals are more efficient than bilateral pacts, the economic benefits from making the bubbles bigger would be greater. Based on an analysis of infection data, The Economist sees two large zones that could emerge as bubbles, subsuming the smaller ones that are now being formed.

The first is in the Asia-Pacific region, where countries from Japan to New Zealand have recorded fewer than ten new infections per 1m residents over the past week. The second is in Europe: using a laxer threshold—fewer than 100 new cases on the same basis—the bubble could reach from the Baltic to the Adriatic, and take in Germany (see map). Our Asia-Pacific bubble would, thanks to China and Japan, account for 27% of global GDP. Our European one would make up 8%.

One measure of the potential value of the bubbles is their degree of trade integration, showing whether the economies are complementary. For the countries in our Asia-Pacific bubble, an average of 51% of their overall trade is with each other. In our Baltic-to-Adriatic bubble, it is 41%. Small countries would gain the most by reconnecting with larger neighbours.

Free movement would be especially helpful for countries such as Thailand and Greece that rely on tourism. Factory Asia and Factory Europe also rely on workers shuttling back and forth. Before the pandemic, on a normal day up to 3.5m people would cross an internal border in the European Union, and 700,000 would go between Hong Kong and mainland China.

The bubbles would have spillovers beyond their boundaries, positive and negative. Much trade these days is in services, not goods, requiring less of a physical presence. Britain would be outside the Baltic-to-Adriatic bubble, but London’s financiers would still hope for business, even if they could not visit their clients. Or if, for instance, Vietnam enters the Asia-Pacific bubble and Indonesia does not, investment that might have flowed to the latter could be diverted to the former.

In any case, the public-health requirements for creating the travel bubbles will be vexing. In trade terms, they resemble an extreme version of non-tariff negotiations: countries will need to harmonise their approaches to managing the pandemic. That is a tall order when America and Europe cannot even agree on whether it is safe to wash chickens with chlorine.

Consider the question of whether countries that have high but similar infection rates might form travel bubbles. This in effect describes Britain and France for now: recording hundreds of deaths a day but not quarantining each other’s citizens. This could, however, pose two problems. First, given that both countries still call for social distancing, they do not actually want to see people crowd onto the Eurostar. Second, if one starts to vanquish the virus, it might opt to close its borders to the other. “Contaminated” travel bubbles are thus likely to be less productive and less stable.

The ideal is “clean” bubbles. For these to work, countries first have to control infections domestically, says Teo Yik Ying, dean of the Saw Swee Hock School of Public Health at the National University of Singapore. Then they have to be open with their partners: sharing data about infection levels and testing, and disclosing how they trace and isolate those who might have the virus. “This will all be underpinned by trust between governments,” Mr Teo says.

The need for trust immediately puts the Asia-Pacific bubble into doubt, as underlined by the region’s latest spat: China suspended some beef imports from Australia after it called for an inquiry into the origins of covid-19. Poorer nations might also be excluded. Laos and Cambodia have reported few infections, but wealthier countries have little faith in them.

More robust testing could help overcome the trust deficit. Take the fast track between South Korea and China. So long as business travellers test negative for the virus before departure, they are quarantined for just one or two days and are tested once more before being allowed out. But that is cumbersome, which helps explain why China admitted only 210 South Koreans in the first ten days of the agreement.

The upshot is that there are no real shortcuts. Michael Baker, an epidemiologist at the University of Otago in Wellington, sees developed countries splitting into two blocs: those like New Zealand and South Korea that aim to eliminate the coronavirus and those like America and Britain that merely want to suppress it. These blocs could, in time, resolve into two travel zones, he says. Goods and money would still flow between them. But people would find their horizons dictated by whether they were on the clean or contaminated side of the divide. ■

This article appeared in the Finance & economics section of the print edition under the headline "A good kind of bubble"

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[jacewilliams1]

The after symphony

All materials have a thermal expansion coefficient that measures the minute change in size per degree of temperature change.

When the engines of our aircraft cool on shut down, the heat generated by combustion and friction dissipates at various rates based on the composition of the different materials. Cast iron and nickel based alloys change the least in size; aluminum the most.

These various metals bolted tightly together shrink as they lose heat, creating surface tension at the point they meet. When the amount of change overcomes the static friction a momentary slippage occurs between them.

It’s that shift we hear every time the engine ticks as the parts become unstuck from each other, change position and then stick together again.

The sound triggered vague thoughts that had been gnawing at the edge of my subconscious for months. After each flight I realized I had heard that sound before in a completely different context, that it was important to me, and I needed to remember where, and why and how.

That engine can make unique noises – even when it’s not running.

I positioned the electric tug’s pincers over the nose wheel of the 182, clamped down with the lever and began easing the ship into the hangar. Dallas seemed longer than the five hours ago as I heard the boys in the shed near the museum holler out that the beer was cold. Not wanting to leave my buddy’s Piper unprotected, I let the big door come back down, left my aircraft outside and exchanged lies over Blue Ribbons for an hour.

The sound had continued as I walked away. It was gone when I came back, but the feelings that the sound evoked had stayed.

Trying to force the memory to the surface, others kept popping up, getting in the way.

Rolling in the snow with my six-year-old after his first big mountain ski day.

Sitting by the fire sipping bourbon as my new son-in-law regaled me with the stories of him and my daughter in London.

Feeling happy exhaustion after a day hiking with my too-long-absent son and his girlfriend at Rattlesnake Gulch near Boulder, Colorado.

Sailboats near the beach, sleds at the bottom, bride to the altar, toddler’s first steps.

What did all of these happy memories have to do with surface friction and thermal expansion?

I unlocked the man-door to the hangar, reached inside and turned on the light, punched the green UP button, and walked to the front of the plane.

As the big door slowly rose, light spilling out, I realized where I had heard that sound.

In high school, I was a band geek. I loved playing the trumpet with my fellow nerds. Creating a symphony with these friends and rivals and other similarly awkward teenagers, I felt a part of something bigger, something more than I could ever be by myself.

Our leader – Gladys Wright (no relation to the brothers) – would stand at the podium with her plastic baton and strike it against her metallic music stand as she implored, cajoled, embarrassed and teased us to our best musical selves by pointing out each sour note, poor tempo, and lapse in concentration.

We worked so hard.

We were good, too. Good enough to win an International Competition in Steenwijk, Holland my freshman year. Music was my refuge in high school; it was where I was happiest, most challenged and most accomplished.

When we were practicing during school hours and the band members were raucous and inattentive, Mrs. Wright would smack the stand in an urgent staccato to gain our attention.

But in the nervous excitement in the most important times before our biggest performances, just before the curtain opened, she held us all rapt by a measured and distinct tap that sounds exactly like the various metals of a Lycoming 0-540-D relaxing from its labors at different rates.

I pulled away from the airport and realized the connection: the sound of the engine ticking signaled the beginning of the most important time to my flying that’s not airborne.

I’ve come to know it as the after symphony.

After the winds have been tamed, after the distance traveled; after you have set aside the weather maps and navigational charts and flying’s fears. After you have arrived… it’s a moment so sublime, there is no other feeling like it. Joy and pride and relief and excitement drenched in the smell of hot oil and the sound of happy strangers and friends who know exactly how you feel – because they have felt it, too. It is the first movement of the symphony, brisk and lively, a sonata with you as the soloist accompanied by whoever is there to share the muse. When we are true to our self, we also hear the discordant note of sadness, that the excitement has ended and we have returned to our lesser earth-based selves.

Not all the sights from the air are heart-warming.

As I stopped to pick up dinner, the strong theme emerged of tonight’s opus – it had been a joyous trip across the heartland from bright afternoon to golden dusk exposed and developed with a second darker theme in minor key – the witness of recent raw devastation by tornados in Oklahoma and Missouri. They had roamed my same air just two days before, and the images of the debris field became a foreboding, haunting second melody.

I turned these notes over again and again, recapitulating the larger images of beauty and serenity with the deep sadness including the deaths in an elementary school just 30 miles off my port wing.

After dinner and visiting with my wife, she retired while the song continued for me. The second movement is my time to slowly review the journey, to think of all the mistakes I had made and how I could avoid them the next time. I reviewed every single phase of flight and honed in on the dominant strains.

I sat back and thought deeply about my altitude decisions. I had started at 15,000 and, disappointed by the tail winds or lack thereof, had descended too soon in retrospect. While I still had an hour and 10 minutes of fuel at landing, I would have liked more and wondered what would have been the result had I stayed high.

I thought of lesser errors as well: the biggest was forgetting the autopilot was on Heading not Nav mode and drifting nearly a mile off course as I searched the downed trees and scattered mobile homes; the least was tuning a radio one digit off and immediately catching it myself when Springfield approach failed to answer.

I congratulated myself for good decisions in avoiding buildups, including requesting three waypoints to use a developing low pressure area to slingshot around Saint Louis instead of just asking for a few right and left deviations.

As I readied for bed, the lighthearted scherzo began. I thought of the lineman at Arlington (KGKY) who told me I had just missed a famous actor whose name I didn’t recognize. I had asked him for an encore from the fuel truck – my airplane is so hard to get full – and he found it funny that 2.5 extra gallons really did matter to me, even if he had to spill .1 gallons on the ground to get there. A five spot kept the smile on his face.

The ladies at the front desk told me the actor was Ty Burrell who plays Phil Dunphy on the ABC sitcom Modern Family. They said he was super nice in real life, “Just like you,” added the older woman who had checked me in on arrival. My gratitude included the special note that my adult daughter has said since the show’s pilot episode that I AM the real life Phil Dunphy. The kindness of the staff and their response to me reveal – “I don’t think that is a compliment!” they chortled – was a counterpointing fugue added to the movement.

I thought of the thorough preflight I had done, a slow trio shared with the lineman and his supervisor. As I touched each panel, checked each door, I ended with sounding the stall horn and bid adieu to the friendly ground-bound Texans and said hello to those above in the tower. A waltzing movement using a progressive taxi led to the thrilling takeoff capped by a “Ya’ll come back now” flourish to send me off to departure.

It is when I begin to fall asleep that the after symphony reaches its finale. It always begins with the joyous ode of overwhelming gratitude I have for the opportunity to pilot an aircraft, the realization that I am immensely happy and fulfilled in the air, that nothing could ever take the place of being in that left seat and that I can’t wait to get back there again.

A pilot and a controller working together – sort of like a waltz.

This night it continued with a rollicking repetition of all I had before reviewed. The beauty and devastation; the strong and weak tones of my airmanship; the happy people who greet me away and at home.

It always ends with what I call the rondo of responsibility.

I am a good pilot.

I have a lot to learn.

I am a good pilot.

I will be better next time.

I am a good pilot.

I must always be vigilant.

I am a good pilot.

I will continue to read, to study, to practice and to remember that complacency is the enemy, the after symphony the ally.

I am a good pilot.

Mrs. Wright would be proud of me.

***

Three days later on a cold spring morning the process reverses.

The Cessna is pulled from the hangar and the engine instruments catalog the rapid temperature increase. I know under the cowling surface tension is being overcome at a rapid rate but its sound is inaudible among the cacophony. Now is not the time to play the music. It is time for the serious business of composition.

Frost covers the airport grass dusted by the slightest bit of granular snow that streams across the runway, driven by the northwest wind of a departed cold front. I am pleased taxiing south for a north departure turning west. This route will pass just to the right of my neighborhood and I will have a great view of my home.

Rich, the airport maintenance head, zooms across the ramp on his green ATV pick up attending to one of the multitude of details that make Clow International (1C5) as perfect as possible. We exchange gloved hand waves.

After liftoff the dawn has risen so the view is bathed in sunlight. I look down upon my street as the yellow school bus waits patiently for a child running on the sidewalk along Princess Lane. All around me the moisture in the trees and on the grass reflect the morning light and the refraction causes a billion pinpoints of brilliance to stream upward to meet my appreciative gaze. My net worth will never be more than a rounding error for the truly wealthy but this morning I am a king in a sea of diamonds.

So often the music writes itself.

Up here, the music writes itself.

A too short 70 minutes passes to find me on the ground at Grinnell, Iowa (KGGI). Over the radio the friendly voice of the lineman tells me to park at the self-serve. He already has the rental car running nearby.

“Just leave it at the pump, I’ll take care of it in a few minutes,” he says. “We’ll worry about the money later.”

Exiting the aircraft, I am alone, the engine clicking loudly as the chill meets the hot metal. Oil perfumes the air while I load the luggage into the car.

I absorb the stark beauty of the prairie, slowly turning a full 360. To the south the dull roar of Interstate 80 is a mile and a half away and I can see large trucks tracing the route. Just beyond is the purpose of the trip – my insurance company customer. Westward I know from experience the land is flat for miles and then slowly rises until interrupted by the majestic continental divide. Now I can see freshly plowed fields in that direction with tiny rows of struggling corn. North are the structures of the airport, the weather station, the beacon. Behind them I know is the quaint town with a jewel box and famous university, both surprising additions to what many would mistakenly consider the middle of nowhere. And east toward home the endless blue sky with smears of high white cirrus, an unspoken invitation to my anticipated return.

Locking the baggage and pilot doors, I take one last look before I head to the building for the restroom and more coffee. It is impossible to miss: the baton is lightly tapping the music stand.

Inside Ron Lowry and the duster boys are getting ready to spray. Their chorus of greetings – banal, bawdy, bantering at once – are the opening notes.

The next performance of the after symphony has begun.

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[meganmacauleyblog]

Weekly Write-up

As specified in the last post, I spoke with Paul and Jan to try and find some research points for the project. 

Jan gave me a past students project to look over, their project being about survelience. I got a research book to try and find called ‘Ways of seeing’ by John Bergers, the whole book was available in PDF format online, I have printed it off and began to look through the book, highlighting and briefly annotating anything that I believe links into the project.

She also found a whole exhibition called ‘Exploring the concept of Privacy’ the artist being Mark Farid. She had printed off the webpage for me but due to the ink being very pale I researched the exhibition myself and reprinted the pages along with annotating them.

This week I also completed a version of my Proposal, Paul said it will do for now though feels I may need to return to it if needed:

“ Foundation Diploma Art and Design Unit 7 Project Proposal 

Candidate Name Megan Jane Macauley 

Candidate Number;

Student number: 40021186 

ULN: 2655473301 

Pathway: Visual Communication 

Project Title: What is Privacy? 

Section 1: Review

 I chose VisComm as my pathway because I heard about the short deadlines, I wanted to make myself able to work fast but create high level work so I would be ready for real world situations. I know my approach to briefs is more of a fine art direction but I feel I have been able to adapt to VisComm well. From the past units assessments I believe that my strongest project was the film poster project in which I created a range of ideas and used those to guide me to the final piece, I also worked through the ideas thoroughly and went through many posters before settling to one of them. I feel if I use this method I will be successful in FMP. I know that my reflective analysis was a little subjective and personal but my tutors felt it showed I was living in the process of the work. I will try to separate my personal opinion from my reflective analysis in FMP by using both a blog and personal journal to physically keep them apart. 

Section 2: Plan 

“What is Privacy” centers on the idea of how little privacy we actually have whether it’s at home, in the street or online. We are always warned to ‘not talk to strangers’ and to ‘be safe online’ and we are shown examples all around us in education and in ads. Yet most of us have to experience the issues before being aware of them, I include myself in that number of unwise people. Another personal reason I want to do this project is to do with the number of cameras on my street, there are five in total, two cameras belong to the council, two belong to the hardware store across the street and the last one belongs to my dad who is paranoid about people scratching his car after one incident two years prior. I was wondering how much was even caught on these cameras amongst others, I had seen plenty through my dad’s camera, including an elderly man having a heart attack and collapsing in the street. After that I had always been wondering exactly how much was caught on cameras, a lot already being online and shared through social websites. Thought not just street cameras, people’s cameras and phones also give light into what happens around us. For the project I already have a lot of random and set ideas, some are based around books, some are based around sculpture. Mostly the ideas are very broad. Some of the ideas may be completed small but give way to show how they may be seen on a larger scale, for example I could make something to go on a billboard but just have it in small scale on one of the college walls in the exhibition. 

Section 3: Evaluation 

To evaluate on the project I plan to keep a personal day-to-day journal and a reflective blog. The journal will be in similar format to the one I completed for my Level 3 Art and Design course, I hope to create it as both serious reflection and personal input with odds and ends added in like tickets, recites and random things I just found of interest. The blog will be only for the important reflection; some of it likely being similar to the reflection in the journal, however will be easier to read as I do know my handwriting at times can barely be made out by even me. The blog will also keep timed track of my work as I want to put a time stamp on each post so I can try to correlate when I write onto the blog and make it a set routine to keep track of the work I do. Additionally I will also be involved in ‘Group Crit’ which is when the whole Visual Communications course comes together and shows each other their work and what they plan to do for the future. Lastly I will be having one on one tutorials with my tutor Paul throughout the project to also help guide me towards my goals.

Proposed Research Sources and Bibliography (Harvard Format) 

Books: How to Tame your Teacher – Scoular Anderson 

How to Handle your Teacher – Roy Apps 

How to Build a Girl – Caitlin Moran 

Galleries; 

Manchester City Art Gallery 

Whitworth Art Gallery 

Tullie House 

Online; 

GeoGuessr.com 

Google Maps 

Snoopers Charter 

Drama caught on cameras (Street cameras, mobile phones, etc..) 

Online content on the subject of Privacy? (Youtube Videos, games, etc..) 

Project Action Plan and Timetable Week 

27th Feb-Pecha Kucha/Timetable-Macs 

6th March-Research Week-N/A 

13th March-Collate Research-Macs 

20th March-Secondary Research-Macs/Printer 

27th March-Group Crit/Finalize goals for project-Macs/Printer 

3rd April-Work Experience/Exhibition in shopping mall/Research Privacy Specifically-Macs/Printer 

10th April-Collecting items during Easter break-Cameras/Maps 

17th April-Primary Research in Easter break-Computer/Printer/USB 

24th April-Experimentation for final idea/Plan for final piece-Appropriate Resources collected from the Easter break/Paper/Stationary/Mac/Printer 

1st May-Experimentation for final idea/Plan for final piece-Appropriate Resources collected from the Easter/ Paper/Stationary/Mac/Printer

8th May-Final piece-Appropriate Resources collected from the Easter break 

15th May INTERIM ASSESSMENT-All work set in work space 

22nd May-Work on Final Piece if incomplete-Final Piece/Appropriate Resources collected from the Easter break “

I think I did rather well in the write up, I didn’t add all the research points to this draft as I believe the bibliography here should just have the starter research points.

This week I also completed one of the small connecting projects, the Balaklava photoshoot. I told people to take selfies of themselves in my Balaklava and then collected them together. 

I have been suggested to create a survey so I can find out what people think of these, I have began to try and do so though after trying to do it on paper I found it was a very slow process, so instead have put the survey online and posted a link in both the College group chat and facebook group.