One, two, three, four, We don't want your fuckin' war,
A, B, C, D, Get someone else, hey don't get me,
Left, right, left, right, You know the whole damn thing puts me uptight.
Country Joe McDonald, "Kiss my ass".
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.
5 comments:
Amazing image. Feels dangerous. Feels alive.
Very cool-very 1960's!
Did you know I have a Country Joe connection of my very own?
Yeap.
And do you know that I REALLY read your blog? Saw that the day it was posted, you lousy blogger.
Thanks Trée. Soon I'll give use to the lines that I borrowed you, will let you know.
I may be a lousy blogger, but you are a deranged blogger. So deranged that you remember what I posted a YEAR ago, yet I cannot even remember what I posted YESTERDAY!
I bet you have a crazy voice to go with that crazy head. Must sound something like a black and purple insect--soft to the touch and resistant to pressure.
Never mind, it's earlier here than where you are, but late enough for me to not take responsibility for my comment.
Oh, we have opposite long-short term memory issues, I can't remember yesterday but yes I can remember a year ago clearly.
I have a croaking voice, and what you said there about it, it is quite synesthetic; may be irresponsibility and synesthesia combines when the sun goes down.
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