Talking Clock For The Blind

do u guyz have any ideas for a new invention for blind people?
i have tu make up a new invention for blind ppl for scool
it cant be made already
just write sumthin lyke
- turning on lights
-talking clock
:S stuff lyke tht
buh these are alreadiie invented
itz foh french

You say it's for French, but you can't even seem to write English. That's odd.

2009-05-03 17:09:33 by Garth S

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at Ruby Tuesday's. So we eat. and talk, and talk, and talk. Finally, I look at my watch and it's 7 o'clock! I tell him that it was nice to meet him and thanks for lunch. We give each other a hug and part ways. I'm going to assume that he had a nice time. How long on average does it take a guy from a blind date, that he enjoyed, to call back? Because, I'm definitely not calling him. Oh, and he is 33, so I don't need any teenagers trying to answer this question.
By the time we actually said goodbye it was almost 7:40.

a couple of days...at most...

2009-06-13 16:13:12 by mis

Price: $15.00

Compact LCD Digital Alarm Clock; Talking Function: Clock Says Hour and Minute
Powered by 2 AA Batteries (Not Included)
Dimensions: 2" H x 4" W x 4.25" D

I am not blind but I use tools that blind people do, if they are available and not scarce which i have never come across. I have a learning disability , I can read pretty good but I like to have large print text because it doesn't look crowded and it's easier to process. I check out audio books from the library as well as the book because I am an audio visual learner.
with my learning disability , certain life skills have been delayed - tying my shoes , math , reading , buttoning shirts , and a few other things. It's kind of funny that I have difficultly telling time. Other people don't think it's funny when I read the time as being one hour early or one hour ahead and they say - Oh crap ! i am late ! then I say " you look at it". We have become so lazy with digital watches and clocks but I would like to learn to tell time on an analog clock. I have a friend who is nearly blind that has a watch that talks but the numbers are in braille. I know how to read braille ( I am a very curious person and I have a friend who used to work at a blind school and she had to learn braille - at the time a didn't have much of a life
) a little bit but I am not blind so why do I need to learn. I only know letters : A-F and that's by sight and with a key. so that doesn't count for much.
So getting to the point ; Is there such thing as a talking watch?

Yes, Radio shack will most likely have one, I've seen them there before and if I remember correctly they were only around $20.

2008-12-19 19:05:14 by Jesse

Price: $12.95 $12.95

Blue backlight
Hourly announcement
10 minute snooze button

we had to pick our 5 favorite poems for school, and I picked mine, but now we have to pick 3 of those and write an anlytical paper on them. I can;t choose which 3 I should write about, I love them all. Any help??
The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Wolves
I do not want to be reflective any more
Envying and despising unreflective things
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting
And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand
Flushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore.

The tide comes in and goes out again, I do not want
To be always stressing either its flux or its permanence,
I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus
But to keep my eye only on the nearer future
And after that let the sea flow over us.

Come then all of you, come closer, form a circle,
Join hands and make believe that joined
Hands will keep away the wolves of water
Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed
That no one hears them among the talk and laughter.

Epilogue
Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
So I write these lines for you
Who have felt the death-wish too,
All the wires are cut, my friends
Live beyond the severed ends.

House on a cliff
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.


Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.


Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.

Prayer before Birth
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

The Red Wheel Barrow by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

2008-03-30 09:57:21 by ???

The book was a bout a gilr, pre-teens as far as I can remember, who is blind but can see colors when she hears certain sounds. Maybe she wasn't blind, but she was colorblind? Something having to do with being blind. Anyway, I know the book talks about how she collects clocks but has to take the batteries out so they won't start making noises and at some point in the book her little brother puts all the batteries in them and makes them go off at the same time.

Welp, that's all I can recall about this book but I never got to finish and I have been trying to find it for years. Ever heard of it?

A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass
This contemporary novel does for synesthesia what Terry Hesser's Kissing Doorknobs (1998) does for obsessive-compulsive disorder: the lively personal story demystifies a fascinating condition. For 13-year-old Mia Winchell, the world has always been filled with a wonderful, if sometimes dizzying, sensory onslaught--numbers, letters, words, and sounds all cause her to see a distinct array of colors. She keeps her unusual condition a secret until eighth grade, but then her color visions make math and Spanish impossibly confusing, and she must go to her parents and a doctor for help. However, this is more than a docu-novel. Mass beautifully integrates information about synesthesia with Mia's coming-of-age story, which includes her break with her best friend and her grief over her grandfather's death. The episode where Mia fabricates an illness to try out acupuncture for the color visions it produces is marvelously done, showing Mia's eagerness for new experiences even as it describes a synesthete's vision.

2009-10-14 23:49:54 by Brain S