Showing posts from March, 2008

Better than Escher?

Yes, but let's give the old guy credit for having to work with such primitive tools -- like himself.

That's right; I don't have to calculate or plan anything in my own head like what's-his-name did. With a single, thunderous click I unleash an awesome whirlwind of mathematical calculations, the simplest of which would leave me frowning and scratching my head.

Folks like me often forget (or don't know) how many sets of "shoulders of giants" we stand on and what those giants are doing down there. (Is it any wonder I often feel like a conqueror, standing astride this apex of culture and science?)

But that's only one of the reasons I'm better than Escher. Or wait. Actually, that's the only reason I'm better than Escher -- it's that simple!

Perhaps there is something from the mind of that Escher guy in one of my photoshop filters? That's not a bad guess, especially considering how incredibly Escher-like this image is (I made it, not Es…

Nobody said a word, but I knew

There was a time when the radio made pictures. There was a time when you could see the sounds you heard. You could look at the radio waves.

Abandoned now, the memories still exist. Ask anyone, like me, around my age, how the radios at one time used to come with a little TV screen, the size of someone's palm.

I guess it was like a cell phone picture screen, but you didn't see icons and a little computer screen, you saw the radio waves. They shimmered, sort of, and made scratchy looking, wavy shapes.

There's nothing like it today. The colors changed a lot, and when you turned the tuning dial, the picture shook and crackled like the music did.

You couldn't do a screen capture or save anything. Some people got really good at it though, and would show off the pictures they could make on their radios during recess time at school.

I don't remember when the aliens came back, but that's when all the radio screens disappeared. Nobody said a word, but I knew. I was pla…

Are you ready for bubbles?


I don't know what made me pick up Sterlingware again. After a year or two of experimenting with the formula parser in Inkblot Kaos and Tierazon and a whole bunch of photoshop filters, Sterlingware didn't seem exciting anymore.

Once again, I'd thought I'd squeezed every good thing out of Sterlingware. Sure, like every progam it was still good for making raw material to morph and zap with photoshop filters, but I figured its days of stand alone usefulness were gone.

I started with the old the combinations that had been successful in the past; that's a good way to review things and get back in the grove, but the old paths lead to the old places. I started with twister-weed and sine-trap; high color teethed grass and water falls; and then on to all those other rendering methods that I had always had high expections of, but had never worked for me...

That's the point when I would usually give up out of frustration and move on to some other program, look…

Secret, Invisible and Ever-Unknown


The Bird That Gave Birth to the Moon

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There is a new legend that tells how a bird gave birth to the moon.

For thousands of years the bird had laid eggs and all of them had been eaten by animals in the forest.

The bird started by laying eggs on the ground, which were of course quickly found and eaten.

Next the bird laid her eggs under the ground. Some of these were dug up and eaten by animals on the ground and others were found by animals inside the ground. But the rest that stayed hidden, died and rotted in the ground.

Finally the bird laid her eggs in a tree. They were far away from the animals down on the ground and inside the ground, but not from the other birds. The birds came and ate the eggs.

For a thousand years the bird laid no more eggs because she was sad. But the bird started to get bigger and bigger because of all the eggs storing-up inside her. One night the huge bird looked up into the sky and said, "I will fly as high as I can and lay my eggs at the top of the sky…

Temple of Saturn

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I'm trying to get Clickism recognized as an official Olympic sport.

Of course, if that happens I probably won't even qualify for a spot on my country's first official team to compete at the next Olympics. The competition gets pretty stiff once that fabled Olympic status is conferred on any sport.

But that's Okay; I train hard and run fast so that others will train harder and run faster. Just remember; it takes a lot of losers to make one winner. Who is the winner of a one-man race? Without a crowd of losers, a winner is nothing. But do the losers ever get any thanks or recognition? No. Anonymity is the left hand of losing.

Here are the hurdles that I've met, and mastered in my most recent race in the arena of Clickism. Do not be impressed! I went off-course many times before arriving at the finish line.

From Sterlingware, the starter pistol of champions, by St…