"The most famous were produced in the mid to late Edo period with Western clockwork mechanisms, though sand, mercury and even steam power were used. The 'Chahakobi Ningyo', or tea-serving doll is perhaps the most famous, and was the first 'home entertainment' robot used in Japan...When the host placed a teacup on the tea tray held by the doll, it would move straight to the guest, and when the guest took the tea it would stop and wait. When the guest drank the tea and put the cup back on the tray, it would turn around and go back to the host. Once activated, it moves its dragging foot, and advances nodding its head up and down. In addition, it was also equipped with a mechanism by which the host, having measured by eye the distance to the guest, could set in advance the place where it would turn around. It used a cam and spring rather than a bevel gear to change directions. (SCHDOT 1988, p 61) Traditionally, the spring used in the mechanism was made from the baleen of a whale.
Under the current classification system of the JIRA (Japan Industrial Robot Association), the Chahakobi Ningyo is a fixed sequence robot. (SCHODT 1988, p 57) The tea-serving doll is not only excellent from a mechanical perspective, but it also displays an intriguingly human essence. Historically, its existence provided entertainment, and functioned as a way of deepening communication between a host and guest."
Under the current classification system of the JIRA (Japan Industrial Robot Association), the Chahakobi Ningyo is a fixed sequence robot. (SCHODT 1988, p 57)
The tea-serving doll is not only excellent from a mechanical perspective, but it also displays an intriguingly human essence. Historically, its existence provided entertainment, and functioned as a way of deepening communication between a host and guest."
*gripe, gripe, gripe*
It's occurred to me often, this evening, that I'm very glad I was "born too late". The days I long for were the days of "Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches" and "The Yellow Wallpaper", when a girl like me could have been locked up for thinking too much, reading too much, crying as much as I do. More proof that I should probably be somewhere quiet. But, that quiet is what's driving me out of my mind right now. I'm to the point where I can't attend a LARP without falling apart at the seams.
Last night, I dreamed I was in a bubble made of blue glass, flawed, full of bubbles and very brittle. There was empty ocean all around me and I knew I could break out and be free. But, no matter how hard I kicked and hit and screamed, the glass held. A stupid dream, I think. I can't swim.
EDIT: Here's something happy, anyway.
Second profile down. Not one of my better numbers, but it's one of the more flattering shots of me.
*sigh* I love being a dork.
Sierra Echo Echo November Alpha Lima Lima Oscar Victor Echo Romeo Mike Yankee Foxtrot Romeo India Echo November Delta Sierra Lima India Sierra Tango.
Oh! Here! To cheer us all up!
Stephen Fry does children's tv!
Proof that Spidey/MJ should never have been mucked with! *shakes fist at Quesada*
Okay, I'm done with that.
Now, I've been thinking of trying to become a professional blogger. Except, I'm not sure what I'd blog about. I considered writing about being a female nerd/lolita/whatever else I identify as, brought up in the South and living as a modern liberal spiritual type, surrounded by mostly conservative religious types (tentative title: Southern Fried Loli). But, right now, I live so far from anything, I wouldn't have much to write about. It may just have to wait another year.
The next day, while driving home, Tim and I were discussing game and Tim asked me, "So how come you're more comfortable with PDA in character than out?"
That struck me as completely out of left field, so I asked where he got that idea. Apparently, the other player had smacked me on the ass a few times. I have been wracking my brains, trying to remember when that happened. I remember him narrating a firm swat to "my" backside, but the most physical contact I can think of is him kissing my hand and rarely, if ever, letting go (there was a great deal of wrist huffing, too, but I wear weird perfumes, so, meh). I honestly can't remember any inappropriate contact. That freaks me out. I feel really bad, because I don't want Tim to get the impression I can't stand to be touched by him in public. I like the other player, but I'm going to break any marriage vows.
It's not like I was judgmentally impaired, either. I hadn't had anything but water and a few ibuprofen for my feet. So, why is Tim remembering this and I'm not? He doesn't lie as a rule and I think I'd remember getting groped by somebody. It's happened before and I can remember those moments vividly and I kicked up an unholy fuss. Did it really happen? Who's confused here?
--Do laundry, especially pajamas
--Find that paperwork for Mama Terry
--Find jewelry jar
--Go for walk
--Test hairstyle for tomorrow night
--Figure out if I actually want to show up for Sim tonight or get two hours more rest for tomorrow
--Write up Luna's sheet for Saturday
--Start choreographing ("Umbrella", "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger")
--Finish reviewing Atalanta app.
--Excavate all luggage to find shimmer lotion and magenta lipstick
--Get some actual sleep, or what passes for it
So, for Lent, I resolve to...
--Go for a walk, once a day, at least, regardless of where.
--Blog once a day on one of my blogs.
I'd like to count this as today's blog requirement. In an hour, I'm walking.