Screwed Up

I just realized my posts just got saved as drafts and were never published, that plus there are a couple of posts that can't be posted, including the one I wrote about STCU and that magic weekend at Mexico City, I'm sorry :(

24 Hour Challenge

Reducing Our Scope

After getting more involved with this process for finding solutions to problems, we were advised to reduce our scope to something we could actually change ourselves with our tools available right now, we needed to look no further than Centrales to find that the newer bicycles aside from providing free, less stressful, and quicker transport within our campus, they also caused traffic problems that before where non-existent. People that seldom rode bicycles now had the option to do it on a daily basis reducing the time to get from one hall to another also increased the traffic flow on bike lanes and this people that rarely rode a bike had a hard time trying to control a vehicle they hardly mastered through heavily crowded areas. This should be an easy problem to solve that would change a small part of many people's lives.

We will use Arduino, the open source microchip that we will be learning to use in the following weeks, lets hope our solution doesn't get out of hand and we succesfully install a device that will better traffic flow in the school's junctions with the heaviest transit. 

Imaginary Ropes, Real Tug-O-Wars

During this session we focused on what people feel of other people based only in their mannerisms, if without any other context one person where to imitate another just by the way they wait for an imaginary bus how would others be able to interpret their actions? Would they be able to convey who they wanted to personify to their spectators?

This where questions we got to answer ourselves in a seemingly easy dynamic.

I got to interpret a 15 year old boy waiting for the bus after school, rolling my own cigarettes while my bus arrives just like all the trendy european 15 year olds, refusing to grab a seat even though there are a couple of open seats left at the bus stop, I repeatedly got to stare at my imaginary cellphone's screen, shuffle around my imaginary backpack's contents and to grow desperate steadily faster even though the waiting time refused to diminish accordingly in proportion to my dispair.

It was easy to get into the character you wanted to interpret, but to make this feelings you've brought upon yourself by trying to see the world through this other person's eyes as evident to the viewer as they were to yourself is, in change, not such an easy task after all.