A Mazed
Why do we have a maze on our robot’s mirror plate?
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Monthly
A Musing
Robotics is cruelly ironic.
The March goes on
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again. Not that year...
February Worries
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure. Gladys Hasty Carroll
A January Commentary
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. Edgar Fawcett
A December to Remember
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. Oliver Herford
A November Consolidation
November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air. Anne Bosworth Greene
Mechanical
The March goes on
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again. Not that year...
Rescue Line - March Update
A long time has passed since the last Rescue Line update as I’ve been mostly working on getting the Soccer robot up and running, but since everyone is waitin...
February Worries
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure. Gladys Hasty Carroll
A January Commentary
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. Edgar Fawcett
A December to Remember
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. Oliver Herford
A November Consolidation
November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air. Anne Bosworth Greene
Electronics
The March goes on
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again. Not that year...
Rescue Line - March Update
A long time has passed since the last Rescue Line update as I’ve been mostly working on getting the Soccer robot up and running, but since everyone is waitin...
February Worries
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure. Gladys Hasty Carroll
A January Commentary
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. Edgar Fawcett
A December to Remember
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. Oliver Herford
December - Week 1
Can’t really think of a good intro like the previous post, and can’t find that many photos as well, so here is a very wordy introduction / progress update fo...
Programming
The March goes on
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again. Not that year...
February Worries
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure. Gladys Hasty Carroll
A January Commentary
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. Edgar Fawcett
A December to Remember
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. Oliver Herford
December - Week 2
Working from the rainforest Our week 2 post came in a little late, but better than late than never! Doing productive work in Malaysia is really hard. There a...
Simulation
February Worries
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure. Gladys Hasty Carroll
A November Consolidation
November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air. Anne Bosworth Greene
Weekly
December - Week 2
Working from the rainforest Our week 2 post came in a little late, but better than late than never! Doing productive work in Malaysia is really hard. There a...
December - Week 1
Can’t really think of a good intro like the previous post, and can’t find that many photos as well, so here is a very wordy introduction / progress update fo...
Yearly
Perspective
In all affairs it’s a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted. Bertrand Russell