Last night I started working on the x0xb0x, the Roland TB-303 Sequencer/Synthesizer clone that I am building from a kit. I remembered soldering as being tedious and stressful, but now I find it a relaxing and satisfying diversion. Reminds me of when Daniel at LHO told me, "Anyone can feel good about themselves when soldering!" Unlike so many other activities at school, you make guaranteed progress towards a goal, and it doesn't require much thinking. Anyway, I finished building and testing the power supply and am ready to move on to the voltage controlled oscillator.

In the last 24 hours:
  • Assembled and tested x0xb0x power supply, in the Secret Underground Laboratory
  • Slept a lot
  • Made Norwegian waffles for breakfast
  • Received a shipment of books from Duffy Littlejohn
  • Scoped out the Rochester and Southern rail yard
  • Fraternized with [livejournal.com profile] vyncentvega
  • Looked at my TA evaluations. They were very positive except the students say I grade homework too slowly.
  • Bought stock in the company that owns Rochester and Southern, just for the hell of it
  • Ate some more waffles
  • Rented a truck from home depot to move some more gravel to finish our hot tub foundation
  • Got this truck stuck in mud
  • Hired tow truck to get Home Depot truck out of mud
So, now I am drinking strongly spiked hot chocolate. Somewhere in the above process I lost my car keys again. Boo.

The urban legend that a would-be thief can pencil down your Vehicle Identification Number (VIN) and directly have a key made (and hence drive away with your prized ride) seems to be false—at least in the case of a 1992 Volkswagen. The actual protocol involves disassembling the door to get at the lock, then reading a four digit key-code off of the tumbler (whose relationship with the VIN, if any, is generally unknown), from which you can then directly cut a key. I thank AAA for doing this for me. Suckers with more "modern" conveyances, on the other hand, must have their vehicles towed to the dealer, whom they must then pay upwards of a thousand dollars for a retrofit. On the other hand, any Mark II Volkswagen can be opened instantaneously by jamming a small flathead screwdriver through the body directly underneath the lock and then thrusting upward (which I learned the hard way); with similar ease, if I'm reading the schematics correctly, the vehicle may be hotwired by bridging terminals 30 and 50 in the fusebox. Counterintuitively, the finest loss-prevention mechanism I've come across has been to leave the windows open and the locks unlocked—replacing window glass costs more than anything that could be pried out of the car.

Sometime in the last four days I lost my car key--between driving to the Haitian restaurant and trying to drive to my cousin's house. We could have cycled to the Haitian restaurant but drove out of some kind of trepidation for exploring the "bad neighborhood" (aka Jefferson Avenue) for the first time in such an exposed manner. I did cycle to my cousin's house, which was very fine--remember, with the fireflies? (The one White quadrant of town, no one's afraid to cycle there.) Looking for my key, I've begun to call up the area bars. It's not at the Lux, or so they say. I think I could have lost it while lying in the hammock. Last night at dinner, Ross came into the kitchen triumphantly, arms full of Corona. Someone was slicing limes immediately, as if it were some deep-seated reflex that might have even violated causality. It's too hot to do anything else in Rochester. "There's something about the heat and Mexican beer," Ross noted. So we sat on the porch drinking Coronas and fixing my bicycle.

My application to UC Berkeley is away, it's on their metaphorical desk, and all its bits are fine. I dropped off its other half in person this afternoon, in a hand addressed manilla envelope bearing my lovely return address: '1 Cyclotron Rd'. High hopes.

Now where are my keys?

Uurgh, I've misplaced my keys... I hate it when that happens -- it makes me feel like I'm going crazy or something! I haven't been anywhere, so their disappearance is all the more frustrating. Haven't I looked everywhere? S-:

Anyway. On a completely unrelated subject, here's a question for physicists et al: What causes the 'washboard effect' on dirt roads? I've heard a bunch of qualitative / anecdotal explanations, but I want to model the effect. The car, I think, is pretty easy to model. Mass, spring, damper, wheel. But how do I model a sandy road surface?

Links that might be useful:

This goes on my personal to-do list of hard modeling problems... the other thing on it is to do a proper fluid-dynamical simulation of a lava lamp, without resorting to tracking blob surfaces or other empirically developed (non-physical) solutions.

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