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Hey look it's my blog. It boasts features such as a garishly unprofessional custom colour scheme and hugely irregular updates. It is a personal autobiography that exists more for the sake of its writer than its readers. There are many hats and cats involved, and Batman gets his fair share. Basically it's great and everyone should read it. Please care about me and think that I'm cool.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Hands Falafels Weddings

Hello everyone. It's been an exciting week.

I threw a falafel party.


It was possibly the first truly successful social event I have ever hosted. 50% of the playlist was purchased in a charity shop the day before the event, and literally the only thing we did was eat falafel. Economical, simple, delightful. Falafel is the future of parties. It's incredibly easy to make. I have been envisioning a future in which all parties invovle a large amount of falafel, and it is beautiful.

I went to a wedding.


My cousin got married, which was great. I saw my sisters, which was great.

Lost my hat.

Still love weddings. All the Lovells of my generation are married now, excepting myself, my sisters, and a couple of cousins, including this handsome rogue:

The pretty one (on the left)
Get in touch if you're interested, I'll see what I can do.

Even my course has been pretty interesting lately. I've been learning about Biomechatronics. Today I read a paper about the long term ethical concerns of Brain-Computer Interfacing. Will human beings share a hive mind? Will our earthly minds become eternal? Will society be divided into two classes of being? Is it wrong to kill bees? Is there a bee heaven?

My friend Henry is going a kill a queen bee today. He says it's for the 'good of the hive'. He's beginning to sound like a bee.

Would you like to know about a lab I did the other day? 

You definitely do.

It's about the myoelectric signals that control your fingers.

Here is the signal:


 Here is the signal reflected in the x-axis, filtered to eliminate its high frequency component, and normalised (amplified by a constant so that the maximum amplitude is 1):


 Here is an overlay of the corresponding muscular force data, and the computed predicion of muscular force based on a mathematical model that relates the normalised, full wave rectified, low-pass filtered electromygraphic signal to muscular force.

They're pretty similar. That's good news because it means that we can use surface electrode data from somebody's arm to control a prosthetic hand. It's not actually quite that simple, and it gets wibbled around when you do it in real time, but it's getting better all the time.

That's enough of that.

That's enough of this.

Sunday, 11 October 2015

I dated your sister Mary Pat a couple of times until you told me not to anymore

If you read last blog, you learnt all about France, a country famed for it's abundance of sharp downhill bends and gravel. I'm so good at the words that I forgot to tell you all about the pictures. Sit back, relax, buckle up and enjoy the fun that is having other people show you their holiday photos.

In France there are cars, tractors and even beautifully framed silos. If you're very good then your nice Dad might let you use his camera while he's driving around.

Claire (little sister) has gone to Cambridge. Everybody thinks she's very clever. 

It's the end of an era for the Lovell family, Mummy and Daddy are by themselves at home with only Ruth Lovell for company. We've all sort of flown the nest. If we all become teachers then we can be at home together at holiday time forever and ever. Maybe my parents can retire to Sheffield and I can also retire and spend the whole time climbing with Father. I guess Mum can keep working so that we can still eat food.

I'm going to a Halloween party (don't tell my mum) a la maison de mon meilleur ami Paul Wallace. I want to dress up as Ned Ryerson, but I don't know how I'll do the jacket.


I get quite excited thinking about pretending to be Ned Ryerson for an entire evening.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Now don't tell me you don't remember me, because I sure as heck fire remember you!" 

Actually now that I've written that down I've started to think it might become pretty boring pretty fast. Maybe I should make little business cards. The fluffy collar is the hardest bit.
My course is pretty interesting now. I'm learning about robot arms and teaching robots to play football (eventually). Let's look at that wizard cat again.


Next time I might just do wizard cat, no words. Need more gifs.