I guess I just meant to say that I can understand the enjoyment aspect of it as a spectator sport as something I have tried, compared to say, NASCAR, which despite me knowing how to drive a car, does not increase my enjoyment in spectating it
It’s pretty awesome. I like the racing stripes and spiderman stickers you have on the headboard
That dancing horse stuff makes me giggle
I don’t play it or watch it, but I have done putting once or twice and that shit is fun.
Huh. Mind blown. I guess that explains why a regular phone with radio capabilities couldn’t pick up the bat calls without an extra device.
I do recall we had to point the “radios” at the source we were trying to capture, so I guess it’s a sonar of sorts?
Twas not the merit of the deed, but the volume of the citation that laid waste to all dreams of laboratoire bare
“And when I get to Heaven,
To St Peter I will tell;
Quarter pounder cheese and a big mac please,
And a side of fries as well.”
“Remember me as… as a guy… but like a really humble guy… because even though what I’m doing is great and makes me better than you… I am not…”
Stone me a stripper, I’ll be back for Ramadan
It is a radio though, no? If I tune in to 95.8 Khz to access Capitol FM’s (bad) music, I’m hearing that radio band downshifted to 5-20 KHz on my speakers to make it audible for me.
It’s the same principle I thought for bats, I’m just tuning in to lower frequencies.
“I did the testing, but the results are not meant for me. I must now travel to the West, into the Private Sector.” said the PhD at their graduation party.
A desolate wasteground of nothingness washed over the land, leaving nothing but apathy and desolation in its wake. The postdoc picked up a fallen fence post and sharpened it into spear. “These are dark times” they whispered, and set off back up the mountain, picking up the charred remains of the bridge to their former lab and pulling on the thin whisps of job strings dangled carelessly at random from the sky, sometimes doing nothing other than pulling the stormy sky down further to the ground.
Ah thank you!
Cheers
Do you have a screenshot of where to find this, I couldnt see it
Temba, his arms full. Darmok and Jalad at the ocean. Uzani, when light came over the mountain
We hunted the samples at nightfall and subjected them to relentless, unforgiving scrutiny.
I went on a Bat Walk last week. It was a few of us, walking around the park a little after sunset, pointing our radios at rotted trees and tuning it to frequencies of 45-65Khz. You could hear the bats with their popping sounds before you saw them, tiny things snatching up insects off the surface of the water… incredible maneuverability
The park ranger had this USB sonar device hanging off his phone, which scanned the entire frequency range in fixed bins of about 5Khz or so to produce a living heatmap, and used it to identify the types of bats that we were hearing and just about seeing: Common and Soprano Pippistrellas, and some Noctules.
It was just a group of us, huddled in silence listening to the crackle and pops of these little guys feasting for their late evening breakfast on our radios. It was pretty magical
north korea: empower a few, enslave the rest, never be challenged for generations
In the very next scene, he exclaims “It’s not even digital!”, but yes I hear you