Arduino tutorial 01 : Purpose, Audience, Prerequisites, Architecture of this tutorial
hello and welcome to the new series of tutorials about Arduino
hello and welcome to the new series of tutorials about Arduino
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Drawing a landscape
I have demonstrated this peace last Saturday, hope you like it
The single woman: life, love, and a dash os sass
a self-développement book by Mandy Hale in which she spoke about tips women should take in order to let go and move on after a bad relationship, she gave a bunch of advice and direct talk to Women about being empowered and wise in case they were single,
I didn't like the book that much and the time I spent on reading can tell a lot about it, so this left me giving it 3 stars.
I appreciate the author's efforts to prove herself after the breakdown and breaking up with her MR.RIGHT but I felt petty and pathetic rather than power in order to overcome and live as a single woman, she was trying to help many women while-in my opinion- she is the one who needs help since she is sinking in Denial.
this book may help so many women around the world but it wasn't just meant for me, but if you want I would come to you with some Pizza and paper towels..crying may help u honey
Focusing on the light
I felt as
the blood was rushing fast in my veins that left me shaking, but I did it this
time, my legs didn't betray me like those other times, I ran for the postman, he
was an old man, wrinkles cover his face but his smile was always crossing his
face as the sun crosses the clouds on fire, He gave me the letter.
"thank
you Mr.Sharley" I said, and he gave me a wink in return and wished a good day
for me.
even when
he was out of my site, my body didn't seem to obey me. Do you think I’ll ever
get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my
chest whenever I receive a letter from you?
I didn't
let myself open the letter near any existent person, so I escaped away to the
place when I can be alone, running with all my feet can manage, crossing the
forest not realizing that it is getting darker and colder, sometimes there was
nothing but trees,
and then there would suddenly be a breathtaking glimpse of the Ocean,
reaching to the horizon, dark gray under the clouds. I stopped because my lungs
can't be filled with any Extra oxygen and because I reached the top of the
cliffs that bordered the beach here.
I forgot about the pain I was feeling in my legs and lungs once I saw the view
that seemed to stretch on forever, this was my kingdom of isolation. it is
already dark, Tonight the sky was utterly black, the thick clouds that letting
any chance for the moon to appear and yet the wind that blows faster and
harder. it didn't matter for me because I know that this place will never fail
amazing me with its beauty, promising me that it won't change until you come
and see that beauty by yourself.
I took the flashlight
from my pocked that my mother always insist to take it with me. and for glimpse
I thought about her and that she might be so worried about me, but it didn't
matter, I'm in no position to think of any one but you, any thing but your
letter, I opened it, reading your words, moving from one to another like a butterfly
looking for pollen, like a ballet girl choosing her steps Smoothly to give the
best performance ever.
it is
something I have always enjoyed doing, reading your words, like if it was the
only way destiny chose for me so I got to know you, to feel that you really
exist.
you started
your letter with a quote for Aristotle Onassis "It is during our darkest
moments that we must focus to see the light." be well and focus on the light inside you.
why would he say this ? I reread those lines dozens of time before I decided to continue reading, the wind is howling like this swirling storm, it was "I wanted to be rich, but simple all what I got" the last line I read before the winds decide that it is enough for me reading and taking the letter from my hand, It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true thing, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen,
why would he say this ? I reread those lines dozens of time before I decided to continue reading, the wind is howling like this swirling storm, it was "I wanted to be rich, but simple all what I got" the last line I read before the winds decide that it is enough for me reading and taking the letter from my hand, It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true thing, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen,
I felt pinned down
by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled around me, The air had a faint
electric charge—I could feel the static in my hair. I stared in disbelief as
the letter flying in the sky begging me to reach and bring it back to its
place, to my shaky hands that I can't feel them now. I was running toward the
letter, not seeing a thing, everything stopped, the latter was the center of
the world, and I must have it back, I stepped out to the edge, keeping my eyes
on the letter in front of me, fading away, getting further and further.
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| photo by lucie drlikova |
AND THIS HAPPENED
I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor. The wind
resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me
and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth.
it is when I realized I was leaping into
space. felling for what seemed like an eternity to me, finally sliced through the surface of the water, cutting
smoothly into the dark gray waves below.
That was
when the current caught me.
It felt
like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as
if determined to share by pulling me into halves. black angry water in every
direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward.
Gravity was
all-powerful when it competed with the air, it is when I didn't want to fight
anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my
arms as the
muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was.
it
was the letter, the busy place which has suddenly gone calm and I am on the no
set to leave it. how can I ? it's peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you
cannot breathe, no need to pray and no need to speak. just me and the letter
that suddenly got scattered in pieces shining
like stars and lighting me up like Venus. it is when I realized this, YOUR WORDS ARE THE LIGHT I NEED TO FOCUS ON.
( I know where it exists, hope you like yours)
To be continued
الهالة المقدسة
لقد صرح في وقت
مضى الكاتب الأمريكي جون قرين كالتالي:"في بعض الأحيان، عندما تقرأ كتابا
ويملأك بحماس غريب، لتصبح مقتنعا بأن العالم
المحطم لن يصلح مرة أخرى حتى يقوم سكان المعمورة بقراءة هذا الكتاب.". فرغم أنانيتي التي اشعر بها حاليا في
إخفاء هذا الكتاب وكأنه شيء مقدس أخاف عليه من الانتقادات من نفوس لا يعرف الرضا و
الأمل طريقا لها. لدي تلك الرغبة الجامحة في اقتراحه على مل شخص في حياتي. لأني
متأكدة انه سيشكل ككتابات حنان لاشين السابقة في النفوس تأثيرا و ستدغدغك حتى و ان
أنكرت ذلك و ما امهرها أم البنين في فهم الروح.
الهالة المقدسة,
كتاب سيأسرك منذ اللحظة الأولى التي تنظر إلى الغلاف و تتساءل عن الهالة المقدسة,
انها شيء جميل, هذا ما حدثت به نفسي لقناعتي أن أم البنين حنان لاشين ستأخذني عبر
كتاباتها إلى ركن وردي غير السائد عند الناس في كونه عالم خاص فقط بالإناث و طلاء الأظافر
و الأميرات, انه عالم أين تتوقف لوهلة من
افتراس جملها التي أتعطش لها و تقول "واو إن هذا العالم رائع" رغبتي في
القفز من سطر إلى أخر من شدة حماسي حتى أني لم أضع الكتاب حتى أكملته.
Blind Promises
Blind Promises
3 stars for :
That was the end ? where is the end ?
I wanted if the author continued with their marriage, n their lives after.
5 stars for the Language.."no comments"
November 9
November 9
Beloved #1 New York times bestselling author Colleen Hoover succeeding again to deliver a story that is impossible to put down. November 9th This Novel is not just a simply date for Fallon O’Neill. Is the day her life changed irrevocably, is the day that changed her forever, is the day she would give anything to forget. But is also the date when she met Benton James Kessler. college student, an aspiring novelist, a boy for whom November 9 has a certain significance.
The story flowed fantastically well and the time jumps never felt too much. At times it was intense, angsty. What I didn’t like too much was the drama – unnecessary drama I could say. It was too much IMO
The story flowed fantastically well and the time jumps never felt too much. At times it was intense, angsty. What I didn’t like too much was the drama – unnecessary drama I could say. It was too much IMO
غباء لاوعي
Can Suffering Inspire You?
Art out Of Pain
"the artist takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it, he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art" Ernest Becker
There was a great scene in a movie and these two brothers that wished to become writers, We start learning about the story of their unfolding lives, the drama of their every day. One of the guys falls in love, and then his girlfriend commits suicide; something utterly tragic, erupts in his life, and the then the film continues, and, all in sudden, there's a scent that shows him frantically writing down. and the narrator tells us he felt guilty over the creativity triggered by his lover's death.
This notion that tragedy can lead to breakthrough, can lead to rebirth, that the instances of suffering in our lives can actually inspire us to make beautiful art is a sort of paradoxical ecstasy. We can take our wounds and we can turn them into something larger, that we need not have suffered in vain game, is a wild idea, because it doesn't mean that we are happy for our suffering.
It doesn't mean that we wished for these tragic things to happen to us as artists, but it means that we're able to take that pain, take that aching rhapsody and output something in the world and make a contribution, because at least that way, we validate the fact that we exist. we affirm ourselves.
We have no choice but to do so, in the face of entropy, in the face of death, to not say that we exist is to not live at all.
Jason Silva - Sots of awe
The looking glass self
In the age of social media, people increasingly get to
have the sense of authorship over how they present themselves to the world, you’r
carefully curated instagram feed, your facebook profile pictures, these are
ways in which you essentially get to dictate, you get to construct the way that
other people perceive you, and this raises all kinds of questions about the
fluidity of our identity about how we interface with other minds and other people
and it raises all kinds of questions about authenticity, authentic exchanges.
Who m I? and so the philosopher by the last name of Cooley, he wrote about the
looking glass self theory and basically what he said is that we come to be
through the interactions that we have with other people, by making models of
the other person’s mind. In other words, he says:”I’m not who I think I’m, I’m
not who you think I’m, I’m who I think you think I’m”. In other words, we make renderings
of what other people think of us and actually play the role of becoming we
think they think we are, but in the end we never actually get to know other people’s
minds, all we get to know is the modeling of their modeling of us.
So in the end of the day, we live inside a construct of our own making. I guess perhaps what we should do is come clean about this fact and stop asking questions about authenticity in the ways that we present ourselves artfully on social media and instead accept the fact that identity is a fluid act of improvisation and that the self is not a solid thing and never has been. Now again,
I’m not who I think I’m, I’m not who you think I’m, I’m who I think you think I’m. Wrap you head around that one
Jason Silva - shots of awe
Usefulness of forgetting
One of the
things that happens when we grow older, with our nodding resignation into
nothingness, is that we enter a kind of consciousness known as "The been there's and done that's" of the
adult mind. It's that notion when nothing excites or overwhelms anymore because
you've seen it all before. what a tragedy this is, right ?
I mean, come on! We all remember nostalgically the intensity of experiencing something for
the first time. Seeing the
world through the eyes of child - wonder struck, entranced by awe, succumbing
to astonishment, giving in to astonishment, month gaped wide, I mean, damn to
see something for the first time. but then what happens ? then you assimilate,
you model it in your brain, you store it in your library of been there's and
done that's and you no longer engage, sensorily with stimuli. It's called
hedonic adaption, familiarity breeds boredom. It's so depressing, right ?
And so what
we do ? I think this is where mindful self-inquiry come in, this is where
meditation, this is where breathing exercises come in. This is where boarding a
craft that flies you across the world can be therapeutic like to injecting you
with a little bit of life by stimulating you and jet-lagging you, and placing
you with an entirely different wallpaper of the mind. That's why travel
revitalizes, sometimes tweaking our perception.
Perhaps that's why a museum
take an ordinary item and puts it on the wall, decontextualizes it, and brings
our attention back to it. We get to enter the archetypical space where the
specific stands in for all of its kind, stands in for the reversal.
We all like to
enter a modality of consciousness known as PLOTO'S REALM OF IDEAS. That's where
you live in the present, that’s when anxiety about the future and melancholy
for the past get drowned out by the ever present rapture of the NOW. Knowing
only now and the bliss of now.
Jason Silva - Sots of awe
Settling the Account (Promises to Keep #3)
Settling the Account
Settling the account, happens to be the third book is Promises to keep series for Shayen parkinson, this book was a quite long book, and unexpectedly it was Lezzi and her family's book than Amy's, but I really enjoyed every single chapter from that book, surprised a bit and so touched by Charlie's mood the night he died, I always knew that he had that part inside him but he didn't want to show it, I was expecting more drama and more excitement in Amy and Ann's meeting, or maybe Sarah's confess abt the matter.
but in general, hats off for u Shayn Parkinson u took me in such a great journey with the three of ur books and I hope to read more her works
but in general, hats off for u Shayn Parkinson u took me in such a great journey with the three of ur books and I hope to read more her works
تنفيس نفس
أحلام اليقظة هي نوع من الاسترسال الفكريّ، وهي كثيرة في سن البلوغ، وفي بعض الأحيان تزيد وتسيطر على الإنسان؛ خاصة إذا كان لديه سمات القلق.. أو محاولة للتكيف مع واقع مؤلم، أو هروب من الواقع نفسه؛ لأنها تصرف انتباهه عن صعوبات الحياة والقلق والتوتر، وفي بعض الأحيان يستفيد منها أصحاب الطموح الشديد، حيث يملأون الفراغات المعرفية الذهنية والفكرية.
- إذًا أحلام اليقظة ليست مرضا ولا نوعًا من الجنون؟.
- ليست جنونًا، بل هي تنفيس للنفس، النفس تتعب كأي عضو في أي جهاز آخر بالجسم، كآلام البطن، والصداع في الرأس، ولا بد أن ندرك هذا جيدًا، ...إنها آلام يصعب الاهتمام بها.
كل أسرار قلوبنا غير قابلة للاندثار بل هي قابعة بهدوء تحت سطح وعينا وتتراكم في العقل الباطن وتظهر أحيانًا فجأة في لحظة غضب أو زلّة لسان أو أحلام يقظة أو حلم مزعج ذات ليلة... أحيانًا هناك حالات معينة، تشخّص كمرض نفسي وتحتاج لعلاج، وبعض المهدئات، هناك ظاهرة معروفة في الطب النفسي غير منتشرة ولكننا نأخذها في الاعتبار وهي ما يعرف باستبدال الأعراض، بمعنى أنه ممكن أن يظهر قلق ويختفي وتظهر وساوس، ثم تختفي الوساوس وتظهر أحلام اليقظة وهكذا، الظاهرة معروفة، وليست خطيرة، لكن هي دليل على وجود نوع من القلق، وهذا القلق من الممكن أن يتحول إلى قلق إيجابي
هيبتا
هيبتا رواية عربية للكاتب محمد صادق, جرت احداثها عمليا في قاعة المحاضرات اين القى "أسامة" محاضرة مدتها 6 ساعات بهدف التعريف بمراحل الحب السبع , تمحورت حول قصص شخصيات لقبوا ب (أ) أو (ب) أو (ج) أو (د) ليصبحوا في الآخرشخصا واحدا, مرت على هذا الاخير احداث من الصعب التصديق انها فعلا حدثت لشخص واحد, لكن في رأي وفق الكاتب في جذب انتباهي إلى كل الاحداث عبر كل المراحل باسلوب جديد و بسيط رغم الابتذال الذي احسست به نتيجة اللغة العامية و ما يصحبها من عبارات و ألفاظ حبذا لو ألغيت
أين أنا من الهبتا ؟ سؤال اطرحه على نفسي عند كل نهاية كتاب,وفعلا لم أجد نفسي في هذا الكتاب لأنني و بصراحة في مرحلة ما قبل الهيبتا ههههه و لكن اعلم انني سارجع الى هذا الكتاب يوما ما انشاء الله
ليتني امرأة عادية
ليتني امرأة عادية
هنوف الجاسر
هنوف الجاسر
| I'm usually not a big fan of Arabic books, for the fact that they all speak pessimist, I wanted to take the risk and read this book, but unfortunately, it was just another peace of work where the character was the figure of sadness with such a hopeless life, I don't denial the fact that we all live sadness, but it is just not the way we must deal with, the character was a paradox, n I can't find any thing SPECIAL about her as the title claims....u r just as normal as any other girl, actually a miserable, if I had a friend like that girl in the book, I would have recommended a psy for her , she can't just put her crap like this on other people's life. |
أوتيزم
أوتيزم
it took me forever to finish this book, n to be honest, even my younger sister can make more suspense that this, so disappointing, I can't see where the author dealt with the autism, I thought he would see the world through his eyes but Voila another pessimistic author with such an old fashioned story. |
وتنام لتراه
وتنام لتراه
same old boring love stories, full of pessimist characters....DUh
A Holiday to Remember
A Holiday to Remember
a holiday to remember, a story pivoted on 3 characters n a Dog, Candy and Mitch whom somehow unexpectedly met in an unexpected place....I couldn't find any thing interested in that story since it all happened in couple of days n the next thing is "I can't live without you honey" I mean...... then u may wonder y I gave it 4 stars, as a non-native English speaker, I have found that the words that has been used in this book was great that I bookmarked n jotted down so many sentences n words... |
Sentence of Marriage (Promises to Keep #1)
Sentence of Marriage
Sentence of Marriage, a book pivoted about a farm girl called Amy, she has shown such an early sense of responsibility to take care of a house full of man after her mother and grandmother's death, I have got engaged to this beautiful peace of art from the first chapters which is a good proof that the author succeeded in bringing u to live with the characters in such a smooth way, so I got mad when she has been abused, I felt pain when she gave birth, frustration at her naivete and vulnerability. Amy is such a good character, and I'm looking forward to read the rest two books |
فلتغفري
فلتغفري
للكاتبة أثير عبدالله النشمي
لقد كنت دائمة الاعتقاد أنه لا يوجد شيئ يمكن أن نندم عليه في هذه الحياة, و لكن ليس بعد قرائتي لهذا الكتاب الذي جل ما يمكن القول عنه أنة أضحوكة لشخص لطفل غبي مدلل لايعرف للرجولة طعما, كيف لشخص أن يرغب من العالم أن يتمحور عليه ؟ كيف له أن يجزم على حب الله له و هو يخاف من رعشة تصيبه فيخاف أن يموت جرائها ؟ كيف له أن يعاقب جمانة على فكرة لم تخطر على بالها اصلا ة انما كانت في رأسه ليقيني أن ليس له عقلا ؟ كيف له أن يعاقبها بمشاهدة الصور الاباحية أو بالكذب ؟ مسكين ايها العزيز فأنت مختل عقليا و قد اصبت جمانة بعدوة الحمق ...... اشمئزاز
I can fly
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