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Tagging Photos With GPS Coordinates
ptorrone writes "As part of a camera mod project to make a low-cost aerial photography device we started finding other uses for the camera hack. This first part of this series is tagging photos with GPS coordinates by automating a camera and GPS unit, it's a DIY Black Box for now with interesting applications and other uses. Ideally, this may encourage the next EXIF data schema to support GPS and other information."
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Anyway, did they just do that so they could get a bunch of pictures of ASS?
Just then the floating disembodied head of Colonel Sanders started yelling Everything You Know Is Wrong!-Weird Al
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I have got them from a strange man. But don't tell mother! The man strictly forbade me to do so!
Hans is curious. They arrange to go together. The man wants them to go with him.
Hans hesitates -- Hans thought:
What does the man want of us? Why should we go with him?
Suddenly a great fear comes over him.
You are a Jew! he cries, and, seizing his sister, runs off as fast as his legs will carry him. At the corner of the street he meets a policeman. Quickly Hans tells his story. The policeman gets on his motorbike and soon overtakes the strange man. He handcuffs him and takes him to prison.
At home, subsequently, there is great rejoicing. The police praise Hans for being a brave lad. His mother gives him a large piece of chocolate while teaching him the following saying:
Evening is coming. The sun slowly sinks in the west. The farmyard grows quiet. Only the bees are still at work. They fly from flower to flower and gather sweet honey and golden pollen.
Api, a little worker bee, returns. She quickly flies into the hive. She fills the honeycombs with all the honey that she has gathered with her hard work.
Her comrade Melli is next to her. She is usually a happy little creature and laughs the whole day. But now she is in a bad mood. Angrily, her big eyes look to the honeycombs in the upper corner. Many bees who are much bigger and fatter than Api and Melli have gathered there. And these bees do not work. They can do only one thing: eat, eat, and eat!
Tears fill Melli's eyes.
"I have been slaving away from morning to night every day for eight weeks. I've filled two honeycombs all by myself so that we will be able to eat this winter. Now these fat lads come along and eat it all up!"
Little Api has been listening intently to her friend.
"You mean those drones up there? They are harmless animals. And they look silly! They are so fat and helpless. I have to laugh when I see the drones. They are really funny!"
Melli grows angry.
"Funny? Funny? Nonsense! Maybe you don't know the danger the drones are for our whole bee people?"
Api shakes her head.
"No! But tell me, please!"
Melli rubs her head with her legs a few times. Then she speaks:
"OK, listen carefully! We bees are an industrious people. We work our whole lives long. The sun is hardly up and we are awake and searching for honey and pollen. We stop only when it is evening. We have to work hard so that we will be prepared for winter, when there are no flowers or blossoms. We have to work hard so that our children will have something to eat. We have to work hard to preserve our people. Do you understand?"
Little Api nods.
"Of course! But what does that have to do with the drones?"
"Pay attention," Melli says, "and I will tell you. The drones are bees too, like us. But they do not help our people, they only harm it. They do not work. They laze away the whole day. The only thing they do is eat! Yes, eat! They eat everything that we have collected for our ourselves, our people and our children. They make us poor, and they are absolutely insolent. Just yesterday a drone punched me so that I fell and nearly broke a leg. That is how the drones are! They do not work. They live in luxury. They do nothing themselves, but live from the work of others. They plunder us. They do not care if we starve over the winter, or if our children die. The only thing they care about is that things go well for them. The main thing is that they can stuff their fat bellies. Api, listen to me: The drones are our misfortune!"
Little Api is thoughtful. For a long time she says nothing. Then she nods thoughtfully and says:
"Now I understand! You are right! the drones are our misfortune! But tell me, do the other bees know this?"
"No! they do not know. Most of them still believe that drones are harmless. They do not believe that drones hurt anyone. That is why we must educate our people. Each individual bee must learn that the drones are a threat to us. Then we have to ruthlessly destroy the drones. If we do not destroy them, they will destroy us and our children!"
Api is enthused.
"Yes! We must educate the whole bee people. We must call all our comrades to battle our people's enemy. I promise you that I will help. I will warn all the bees I know about the drones. I will tell them the truth. While working during the day and while resting at night, I will always say:
*
Fourteen days have gone by. Api and Melli have educated the bees. At first the bees did not believe them. And when the drones learned that the truth about them
Behind a lovely farmhouse in the Black Forest! Two young girls lay in hammocks and swing back and forth.
"I'd like to stay here forever! It is wonderful here!" That is what 14-year-old Inge from Berlin says to her friend Else. "You people in the country do not know how good you have it. You do not have the noise of the trams and cars, the roar of the factories, the hubbub of the big city. -- Most of all, I envy this wonderful place to rest. Here one can gather strength for even the most difficult times."
Inge falls silent and breathes in the tangy air that blows from the mysterious forest. Suddenly she sits up.
"Else, what is that big worm that is under the tree over there?"
Else looks. She shudders and whispers:
"My God! It's an adder, a very poisonous snake!"
Inge laughs.
"Nonsense! The thing seems much too harmless to be poisonous. See how tired and sad the cute snake looks. Its eyes are very dull. Maybe it is sick! We have to help it! If we give it something to drink..."
Else interrupts her with excitement:
"Be quiet! You do not know what you are saying. That is the most dangerous thing about this snake. It looks so harmless. But it only wants to fool us. It is really a treacherous murderer that creeps up to animals and people, looking like a harmless creature, then bites them with its poisonous fang and hurts or even kills them."
Inge knows that her friend Else always tells the truth. She shudders a little. But she has another question. But Else says "Shh" and points to the snake. The girls are quiet and hold their breath.
A little mouse is near the snake, sniffing for food. When the snake notices the mouse, it is suddenly transformed. It raises its head in the air. The eyes, formerly so dull, become bright. The snake's body tenses. The adder's tongue flits quickly in its half-open mouth. Suddenly its body quivers. With amazing speed the head darts forward. The jaw opens and the teeth sink into the body of the little mouse. The poison enters the blood of the startled animal. A few seconds later the mouse lies dead on the ground. The adder opens its mouth and swallows its victim whole. Then it glides slowly and wearily back and disappears into the bushes.
The girls watch for a long time. Then they leap from their hammocks and run as fast as they can into the farm house.
"What is the matter with you?", Else's father asks the two children. Excitedly they tell him the story. The farmer says nothing and listens quietly as the children get the story out. Then he reaches for his pipe and lights it.
"Sit down, children," he says. "I will explain it all to you."
"Now, listen children! You really have seen an adder. It is poisonous, as dangerous for animals as for people. As long as there is no victim in the area, it looks peaceful and harmless. I can easily understand why Inge believed that it was not dangerous. But remember this: never trust a snake! From the moment it sees a victim, it shows its true nature. It pitilessly attacks the unsuspecting animal. Its fangs poison its victim's blood."
"Yes, the poor little mouse died right away," the two children say.
"That's right," says the farmer, taking a big puff on his pipe. He continues:
"When people are bitten by a poisonous snake, they do not die so fast. At first, their body gradually tires. Their strength declines. They become dizzy. The blood pressure changes. They start bleeding heavily from the mouth, nose and ears. Some of those who are bitten become unconscious, but most suffer terrible pain for a long time before they die."
"That's terrible!', Inge from Berlin says. This is the first time she has seen a poisonous snake. Then she asks:
"Are there other kinds of poisonous snakes besides adders?"
The farmer nods.
"Poisonous snakes come in all colors and sizes. There are poisonous snakes in every country around the world. The beautiful sand otter in Italy is just as poisonous
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uiet! You do not know what you are saying. That is the most dangerous thing about this snake. It looks so harmless. But it only wants to fool us. It is really a treacherous murderer that creeps up to animals and people, looking like a harmless creature, then bites them with its poisonous fang and hurts or even kills them."
Inge knows that her friend Else always tells the truth. She shudders a little. But she has another question. But Else says "Shh" and points to the snake. The girls are quiet and hold their breath.
A little mouse is near the snake, sniffing for food. When the snake notices the mouse, it is suddenly transformed. It raises its head in the air. The eyes, formerly so dull, become bright. The snake's body tenses. The adder's tongue flits quickly in its half-open mouth. Suddenly its body quivers. With amazing speed the head darts forward. The jaw opens and the teeth sink into the body of the little mouse. The poison enters the blood of the startled animal. A few seconds later the mouse lies dead on the ground. The adder opens its mouth and swallows its victim whole. Then it glides slowly and wearily back and disappears into the bushes.
The girls watch for a long time. Then they leap from their hammocks and run as fast as they can into the farm house.
"What is the matter with you?", Else's father asks the two children. Excitedly they tell him the story. The farmer says nothing and listens quietly as the children get the story out. Then he reaches for his pipe and lights it.
"Sit down, children," he says. "I will explain it all to you."
"Now, listen children! You really have seen an adder. It is poisonous, as dangerous for animals as for people. As long as there is no victim in the area, it looks peaceful and harmless. I can easily understand why Inge believed that it was not dangerous. But remember this: never trust a snake! From the moment it sees a victim, it shows its true nature. It pitilessly attacks the unsuspecting animal. Its fangs poison its victim's blood."
"Yes, the poor little mouse died right away," the two children say.
"That's right," says the farmer, taking a big puff on his pipe. He continues:
"When people are bitten by a poisonous snake, they do not die so fast. At first, their body gradually tires. Their strength declines. They become dizzy. The blood pressure changes. They start bleeding heavily from the mouth, nose and ears. Some of those who are bitten become unconscious, but most suffer terrible pain for a long time before they die."
"That's terrible!', Inge from Berlin says. This is the first time she has seen a poisonous snake. Then she asks:
"Are there other kinds of poisonous snakes besides adders?"
The farmer nods.
"Poisonous snakes come in all colors and sizes. There are poisonous snakes in every country around the world. The beautiful sand otter in Italy is just as