Okay, I turned comments back on after deleting gobs and gobs of spam.
I added the Spam module to the drupal system; we'll see how that goes.
Okay, I turned comments back on after deleting gobs and gobs of spam.
I added the Spam module to the drupal system; we'll see how that goes.
Another applet at OpenProcessing.
Flocking applets are very popular, so I've long thought about playing around with making one. Here's my first.
A new applet that I've posted at Open Processing for exploring the "gcd grid".
Last Friday was another fine Seattle Friends of the Library book sale at Magnuson Park.
Jenni and I and two other friends spent an hour and a half or so, and found some choice items, then had delicious ice cream at Molly Moon: they had "salt licorice" which was terrific.
Here's what I got:
A thin paperback filled with thoughts of various graphical natures.
A short illustrated volume of a number of kinetic sculpture artists active in the mid 1960s.
I'm finding these "X for Beginners" books to be excellent bathroom reading, and I don't know much about Mr. Foucalt.
A collection of things to be made on the cheap. I like the cut of its jib.
A nice, densely-illustrated book on the subject.
A silly little book about calligraphy.
A technical book on photographic methods to achieve certain kinds of visual effects. Perhaps ideas for digital filters?
A very very sad book.
An adorable little book from 1943 on methods of drawing trees.
An interesting set of self-portrait related exercises.
Delightful artwork by Mr. Blackstock.
A very old-fashioned book on portaiture, with amusing chapter titles like "Women Over Thirty" and "Budding Manhood".
A good haul again.
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I haven't had this much dream detail in a long time.
I was back in Lowell, Massachusetts [where I was an undergraduate].
I was a student, sharing an apartment with quite a few people.
In fact, we were all sharing beds, though the beds were somehow
partitions so it wasn't strange. It felt good to be back in that
situation again: I was a student, but I was experienced, so I was
giving lots of advice to everyone. It seemed my luggage never
arrived, so I was without clothing, except for what I was wearing.
I reckoned that the next day would be unpleasant as I would have to
search for my luggage, and I said as much. The apartment had many
young men and women. One woman seemed crazy, and was upset and yelling -
nobody knew what to do, but finally another woman took care of her
somehow. Then I felt bad: I told them I had a PhD and I didn't know
what I was doing there. I said I felt psychotic, but not in a dangerous
way, and suggested I might go lie down.
I was outside the apartment building watching a red-haired hippy-type
woman wheel her loaded bicycle past. There was a bridge connecting
the building across to a nearby hill, and she easily walked her bike
backwards across it. When I went to follow her, I found the bridge
was fantastically rickety, just some boards nailed together end-to-end.
I could not go across.
I was getting ice cream at an ice cream stand. Looking in, I saw two
or three men embedded in ice cream, their faces covered and surrounded
by white. I thought they must be very cold. One of them came up to
me and said I would get 75 cents off if I could hold two forks that he
handed me. I thought the forks would be very cold, but I held on to
them for quite a while. My right hand became puffy, red, and looked
like it was dirty with grease.
Here's a pretty cubic curve: x3+xy2+y-x=0.
It has the rather curious polar representation r2+tan θ = 1.

It is asymptotic to the y-axis.
I've turned off comments for a bit. I've been getting a couple dozen spam comments per day the last few days - my wimpy CAPTCHA doesn't seem to be enough to deter them. Perhaps turning comments off completely for a few days will help.