by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

Does anyone know what RFID is?

Here’s a definition that Google found for me:

A typical RFID system consists of a tag, a reader, and some sort of data processing equipment, such as a computer. The reader sends a request for identification information to the tag. The tag responds with the respective information, which the reader then forwards to the data processing device. The tag and reader communicate with one another over an RF channel. In some systems, the link between the reader and the computer is wireless.

In plainspeak, RFID is a very effective way of keeping track of things, pets – and as is becoming the case more and more often – people.

According to c|net, a recently opened Fort Lauderdale theme park, Wannado City, issues wristbands to all who enter in order to help parents keep track of their kids. That’s actually a pretty nifty idea. The problem is, it get’s a little creepy when you realise that RFID tags can be made as small as eleven millimetres and implanted beneath the sking. [article] That’s just great.

And I’m the kind of person who hates conspiracy theories.

And a completely unrelated song. Just because I can. From the Best of Van Morrison, to which I am currently listening

Brown Eyed Girl

Van Morrison

Hey, where did we go

Days when the rains came

Down in the hollow

Playing a new game

Laughing and a runnin’, hey hey

Skipping and a jumpin’

In the misty morning fog with

Are hearts a thumpin’ and you

My brown eyed girl

And you, my brown eyed girl

Oh what ever happened

The Tuesday went so slow

Going down to the old mine

With a transistor radio

Standing in the sunlight laughing

Hiding behind the rainbows wall

Slipping and a sliding

All along the waterfall with you

My brown eyed girl

You, my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when

We used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la de da

So hard to find my way

Now that I’m all on my own

I saw you just the other day

My you have grown

Cast my memory back there Lord

Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ about it

Makin’ love in the green grass

Behing the stadium with you

My brown eyed girl

And you, my brown eyed girl

A few more cosmetic changes need to be made to the new template, especially with the spacing. I’ll get around to them soon.