The olympics again. This is a second version of the "Regatta" one, this time the Yngling regatta. Borges said about himself that his second versions always were inferior to the prior, "like dull and involuntary echoes" of his first versions. I've known many kind of artists and people feeling the same about their work. So then I must assume, without originality, that it is expectable a degraded second version sometimes, and normal that I like more my first one.
Un blog donde las matemáticas están fortalecidas por la genética para lograr la creatividad computacional que se cruza con el arte.
No hay fractales aquí, sino genética y arte generativo.
[A blog where math is empowered by genetics to achieve computational creativity that intersects with the arts.
A combination of natural selection and computers, somehow. --Not fractals here, but genetics and generative art.
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