I’ve spent around a year now fiddling with and eventually doing real data analytic work in the The Programming Language J. J is one of those languages which produces a special enthusiasm from its users and […]
In their enthusiasm, they built roads (huge, wide things, six lanes or more, sidewalks) for which they had no buildings, through forest, or through meadow. But to drive them, empty and spacious, is a kind of […]
Black holes are cold, or so I am told. And the bigger, the colder. So voracious and unspacious, they must take it, all in, all in. Even heat. When the universe gets cold enough, (meaning old […]
Here is a fact which is still blowing my mind, albeit quietly, from the horizon. Turing Machines, the formalism which we use to describe computation, do not, strictly speaking, cover computational processes which have access to […]
I was lucky to be one of the guest artists at the Code+Art Student Visualization contest at NCSU library recently, where parts of my generative art work Clocks were displayed. In preparation for the show, I […]
For a long time, I’ve been interested in the sorts of questions exemplified by the following example: Suppose we are Isaac Newton or Gottfried Leibniz. We have at our disposal two sources of inspiration: data, collected […]
This blog post will sketch out some thoughts relating to Puff, a function level programming language I am embedding in Javascript and J‘s notion of operator rank. Rank as it pertains to nouns in J is […]
That great minds think alike is a reflection of the fact that certain ideas have an appeal that is, if not innate, then compelling in context. Hence the use of dot notation in the creation of […]
I’ve recently started a podcast called Text Adventure Purgatory wherein myself and several friends play and talk about Text Adventures/Interactive Fiction. Doing so has crystalized, in my mind, a few thoughts have been in mere fluid […]
Skunks All this burning and yet still sodden world: dead skunks along the road I drive homeward, each day, raising smells like the underside of lavender, dust and slate, my dry mouth. They are, each day, […]