I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was
disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You
can never — "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
Stephen Maria Crane, (poem named after the first line).
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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2 comments:
I see a horizon one might see in the dream state. Colorful and surreal.
Either that or you were teleported to another planet :-P
A planet without work to get a living would be ok, at least for a sabbatic decade. ;-)
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