pressure the sound

here r some doodles of me in my fun winter clothes!!
It’s rly cold in Ukraine and it’s so niiiice all my winter outfits are so cozy and soft and so I drew myself :)

Service dragons!

Dragon guides for blind people, complete with a little harness that won’t affect wing movement if they have wings.

Emotional support dragons for people with PTSD or anxiety; they sense an oncoming panic or flashback episode and guide the person to calmness or help them stay grounded if they dissociate / derealize / depersonalize.

Seizure dragons to help people with epilepsy or seizure disorders; they sense a seizure coming on and take care of the person. (What is done would depend on the type of seizure.)

Support dragons for autistic people; they do things like lead the person someplace quiet if they sense sensory overload and they’ll curl around the person for pressure stimulation, purr (vibration / sound) or offer their head or back or tummy for petting as a calming tactile stim.

Service dragons that help people with limited or no hand use; they go fetching things or helping them around the house and assisting them when they’re out and about.

And so on and so on…

I felt about as warm and happy as a potato in a hotpot
—  Astoundigly beautiful similes from Kaneki Ken, Literature major.
The Sound of Protest: The Personal Audio

When it comes to getting the word out during civil protest and incidents of disobedience, or even when you just need to get a lot of people to hear you, the go to has been something like above. 

Most people when they have something to say and need to say it on the move aren’t audio engineering experts and don’t have the access to funds or the crews to build massive PA’s. So, they reach for the nearest and easiest thing: The bullhorn.

The design hasn’t changed much from ancient times when someone would shout into a cone. Aside from adding a microphone, speaker and amplifier with a battery pack, the principle is just the same: Sound is directed through the horn towards the audience. It sounds amplified because you are forcing the sound pressure wave in a direction by using the sides of the cone.  Modern bullhorns boost this with a speaker being powered by either a alkaline or lithium battery pack, and some have separate handheld mics to speak into.

And, they are pretty affordable relatively speaking. Mini ones go from $15 all the way to $150 for the fancy heavy duty versions. And they are very user friendly.

But, these… suck.

They distort badly, have relatively weak batteries and when you are holding one, it doesn’t make it very easy to walk around without being noticed. And sometimes, you really DON’T want to broadcast what you are going to do else someone else tries to stop you before you get there. They create the image of a “trouble maker” and baby boomer politicians love stereotypes and triggers to use as an excuse to put down a person’s voice.

But, there is a new and even better way:  The Bluetooth battery speaker

This is just an example (not an endorsement) of what has become the underdog of public address. These little speakers can pump out audio quality that was unheard of 10 years ago, and with lithium batteries can last 5 to 10 hours depending on the model. One unit I own fits in the palm of my hand, but can produce volume so loud that I can hear it at 65dB (decibels) in another room across a 1200 ft/sq apartment with the doors closed!

And, they are lightweight.  Bullhorns are heavy and cumbersome.  A Bluetooth speaker can fit in the palm of your hand and blast out everything from protest music and pre-recorded chants to your own voice (By using a microphone to speaker app on your phone, where your phone is the handheld speaker). The volume is loud and many speakers on the market have amazing audio quality in such a tiny package.

And the price? I was able to pick up my battery operated Bluetooth speaker for $9 on Amazon.  The price ranges vary, but read reviews. Some are underpowered, but many are incredibly loud for what you see. 

But you can do more than just play music and use it as a microphone source to save your voice. You can weaponize this: Shut down counter protesters and, with others having Bluetooth speakers and a simple app, you can literally shut down someone else’s PA or bullhorn (depending on how many speakers you have working in tandem or the size of your PA)

All you need is your trusty speaker and a tone generator app. I use Function Generator on the iTunes store

Apps like these allow you to play tones and audio signals such as white noise and pink noise through your Bluetooth speaker.  These apps were made for audio engineers to calibrate equipment, but you can use them to disrupt.

One function is by using the frequency generator to play any selected frequency at high volume. Just crank up the volume and use the frequency setting to find the most offensive tone. It can be ear piercing! And, the more power there is, the more dangerous it can be! And, it works with ANY audio output. But be careful! When playing these at high volumes, you can cause permanent hearing damage depending on the power of the amplified speaker, so NEVER point it at you or anyone you don’t wish to hear it.

The other feature is the white noise generator, which plays groups of frequencies to create a sort of masking effect, covering a large swath of frequencies to negate ambient noise. This kind of tone generator is used to help people fall asleep or to tune PA’s, but with many people on their portable Bluetooth speakers playing it or having it played out of a PA system, you can literally negate a counter protester’s bullhorn or voices! This is because two sources of sound cannot exist at the same time. The SPL (or sound pressure level) is literally air pressure, and if you have one source pushing out a frequency that is the same as the other, aimed at one another, they will literally cancel each other out!

The police and military has used these technologies for a while to sedate crowds and to mess with press and media coverage of incidents for decades. But, when you can get 5 or 10 or even 100 people on the same page with the same app, you will find that your voice can be heard for as little as a $10 amazon gift card ,and your vocal cords will thank you!

And, before anyone asks: No, you cannot connect multiple speakers to one phone’s Bluetooth link. Audio in Bluetooth 4.0 and below will only send one stereo signal out from a device at a time, even when you can connect 7 or 8 devices. 

Also, the bonus is that if you are ever stopped on your way to or from a protest or incident of civil unrest, a Bluetooth speaker in a backpack is common. A bullhorn is not.

There’s a lot riding on Made in the A.M., an album that needs to sustain the groaning One Direction machine and serve as a satisfying goodbye to millions of obsessed fans, and yet it manages to sound relaxed. It tricks you into believing the stakes are low. The band’s been working with the same core group of songwriters since its first album, and there’s a comfort to be found in the structure and worn quality of these songs. Its remaining members sing with palpable joy and obvious enthusiasm for the kind of music they’re making. It sounds like it was a pleasure to make, not an ordeal. I listen to Purpose and feel Bieber and his collaborators on the other side of the screen, waiting for my reaction with bated breath. Hearing Made in the A.M. is like walking in on a bunch of friends goofing off around a campfire. That’s why I can see myself returning to the latter much more often, despite its resolute unfashionableness: the pressure’s high, but it sounds weightless.
Drabble #308

VII: early morning

Aida awoke with the sunrise, every morning -even with a sturdy blind on her window, she managed to strike up a deafening dawn chorus.

Theresa maintained that their daughter had inherited the early-rising gene from her father’s side, and since that was undoubtedly true, Martin didn’t at all mind being the one to go to her.

One morning, when Aida was about six months old, he noticed that she wasn’t crying today, but singing to herself in a sort of nonsense scrawl of syllables that somehow sounded like happiness in its purest form.

He leaned against the door, just listening.

submitted by @skeletal-undead

Siren oc time!

Name: Honk

Age: honk?

Nickname: h ON k

Gender: Honk

Back story: This 30-watt siren horn is ideal for alarm systems. It’s made of sturdy ABS plastic and features steady or yelp tone.Operating voltage: 6~14VDCRated voltage: 12VDCVoice coil impedance: 6 OhmRated current: 1000mA@12VDCMin. Sound Pressure level:112dB@12VDC/1MPower out: 30WTone nature: yelp and steadyOperating temperature:-20~+60oCMaterial: ABSDimensions: 7.75in W x 4.5 in H x 9in DWeight: 2.5 lbs 

(I’m sorry. But this was too good an opportunity to pass up. I don’t even care if lightning tries to kill me. It is worth it.)

do you want me to eat your face off lmao


John Finnemore

The Comedy Club interview with John Finnemore, by Isy Suttie (download)

“They have conventions now, the last one was last month in Berlin. 180 people turned up from all over Europe and they dressed as the characters and they do workshops and I went along and did them a quiz and they had a fantastic time!”

Six Steps to Smarter Studying|| Lymaui

Lymantria had never attended school. Why would she need to? She was raised in a world of performers, a world of magic. Everything worth learning (so she had been trained to believe), she could learn within the tents.

Out of her siblings, only she and Demetri were taught to read beyond basic words and phrases. The ones who spent their time with her mother certainly weren’t. But Lymantria’s father made sure that his two children who inherited his talent would be well-read and well-educated in magic and history and literature. While on the road, Lymantria’s father would conjure up a library for them and they’d gather round an old scholar’s lamp and read.

But she’d never been to school. She’d especially never been to a university.

She was fascinated, so close to one right now, all the people her age bustling in and out, heavy books in hand, wearing little cardigans and plaid skirts, talking about their classes and their activities amongst the ivy-covered brick and the old gargoyles that looked over the campus. Sometimes Lymantria wondered what she’d do if she didn’t have magic.

If she was being particularly cynical, she knew she wouldn’t even know how to read if she didn’t have magic because she’d be with her mother and she’d probably be peddling off drugs or sleeping with strangers.

But living without magic might be a reality. It was the reason she was in the university library right now. For you see, Lymantria was researching. In the back of her mind, she had hoped that the moment she walked into Swynlake, the magic would surge around her and she’d conjure up a full illusion without so much as batting her eyes. But that had not been the case. She could feel the magic in the air, but none of it soaked through her.

She’d had enough time to get adjusted. Enough nights at the Court, enough drinks with Meg, enough long reveries with Esme, enough sex to rid herself of the times she sold her body, enough college parties she crashed (for the record, the latter two things were two and one total, so it was a bit of an exaggeration but Lymantria did not think “slept with two guys” had as nice and as dramatic a ring as what had just been said).  Now it was time to start looking.

Lymantria had decided to start with the university library. She’d arrived on a Sunday, when she figured no one would be around and she could study in peace. She came early in the morning, just as the sun was coming up and started to pour through the shelves. She grabbed titles on magic, on Magick History, on the migration of magic, on cultural magic. The sun slowly came up through the large windows and Lymantria plopped all those books on a long table hidden by some tall shelves, pulled out her glasses from her bag, and she started to read.

It’d been about an hour of reading, her frameless reading glasses sliding down her nose, when she heaved a sigh. Slamming the dusty old–and most importantly inaccurate–book she was reading shut, she stood up and marched to put it in the fiction section because really, the history of her people it was telling was not accurate at all, when she rounded a corner and nearly walked right into someone.

“Watch it,” she snarled, holding the book up like a shield, and then realized that she recognized the person–Maui, whom she had last seen at aforementioned party, who had also been one of the aforementioned guys. She raised both eyebrows in brief suprise and then was instantly on the defense again. “What are you doing here?”

Stupid question, she scolded herself. He went to school here. He had more right to be here than she did. But even so she curled her fingers around the book and glared.


anonymous asked:

It is an autistic thing to like being inside dark little spaces? I love being inside my wardrobe because it's tight, dark and silent (it absorbs most of the sounds of outside). My mom and the lady who takes care of my grandma thinks it's weird, but I can't help it. I put on my earphones, turn on the music, go inside de wardrobe and stay there, just chilling. I don't think it's weird, and I have been doing it since I was 4.

It’s definitely an autistic thing. The tight space provides a good pressure stim while sound and light are blocked out which cuts down on sensory input. This can be a very calming experience. I used to love squeezing myself into this little space between my desk and a wall in bedroom. I even set it up with pillows and stuff so it would be extra comfy. I would go there to read books. Small, tight spaces, especially ones that cut out sensory input are awesome and you’re definitely not weird for enjoying it!



“Are you quite all right, Arthur?”

“What? Oh—hello, Douglas. Yeah, I’m just trying something out.”

“It sounded like you were trying to summon whichever demon it is who’s unfortunate enough to share your name.”

“No! …Do you think there is one?”

“Probably not. I don’t know that they go in for surnames, as such.”

“Oh, right.”

“So what were you doing?”

“I was just seeing if my name works. For the game you three were playing earlier.”

“Oh, ‘People Who Aren’t Evil But Have Evil-Sounding Names?’”

“That’s it! What do you think?”

“Let’s have a go. Beware, ye who enter, for I am the fearsome tyrant Arthur Shappey…. No, I don’t think it fits.”

“That was a really good voice, though.”

“One of my best.”

“So my name isn’t evil?”

“No. Perhaps if it didn’t belong to you…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve always thought it was quite appropriate. Matches your demeanour.”

“My what?”

“Demeanour. The way you…are.”

“Oh, right. …How does it match?”

“Listen. Arthur Shappey. Arthurshappey. Arthurssss…shappey. Arthur’s happy. And you are. Constantly.”


“So you see, with connotations like that, it was never going to pull off the evil thing.”

“That’s amazing! Do you think Mum and Dad knew, and that’s why they called me that?”



“…I’m going to leave you to ponder the workings of English naming customs by yourself.”

that autism feel when you don’t like wearing jewelry because the texture/weight//jingling/shininess is overstimulating and friends/family/partners are like “ugh you are SO hard to shop for” like if you’re buying me a gift then you should know what I like and it’s not that hard to shop for me.