Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter conceptual art piece


I took flowers from the bushes and stuffed them in the tree to make a tree!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Hypothetical Easter Eggs


Because we are not together to make eggs this easter I generated what would have happened had we been together.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

A short story...

Once upon a time there was a humongous python. There was also a brilliant scientist name Dr. Amadi. All of this was happening in Africa and not long ago. Dr. Amadi was professor of Hyperadvanced Robotics at the Botswana Institute of Technology and was out in the jungle testing his newest invention, the Slow Loris Bot. A slow loris is a sort of a little monkey lookin guy, sorta like a marmoset or a lemur, just a wee monkey fella.

A Slow Loris Bot is a robot made roughly in the shape of a slow loris and designed to emulate the remarkably sophisticated functionality that a slow loris exhibits on a regular basis while swinging through then jungle canopy on its hunt for delicious juicy bugs and nasty little fruits. If you want to, feel free to call the Slow Loris Bot "Slowlobo" for short. Robots have no emotions and so there's no chance that such a nickname will bother it.

Anyway, like I was saying, there was this python and it was slithering on a baobab tre saying, "Ssssssssssssss", which is snakese for "Ohhhhhh, I'm hungry." Well, no sooner had the words passed his non-existent lips than he spotted our little friend Slolobo scampering across some branches, without a care in the world. What the mighty python did not know was that very nearby at that moment Dr. Amadi was controlling Slolobo remotely and observing his surroundings via camera. Mr. Python felt that it was lunchtime and proceeded to slither at top slitherspeed over to the silver-gray monkey.

In his nearby scientific tent Dr. Amadi watched this unfold. Make no mistake, Mr. Python was well skilled st sneaking, and there can be little doubt that under normal circumsances a slow loris would never have seen the sly snake dripping down amongst the crooked bows of the baobab, but lil Slolobo was equipped with nothing less than state-of-the-art infra-red optics and stuff like that.

Intrigued by the possibility of scientific observation Dr. Amadi elected not to interfere. He reckoned that his small monkey robot would be invulnerable to the piles of crushing snakebody that would soon be heaped about it.

Dr. Amadi knew much of the natural world. What The doc did not know, however, was that this python, Mr. Python, was born on the oldest, sharpest, most craggy and dangerous rocken spur of the Tsodilo Hills or northwestern Botswana, where long ago earliest San shamans chanted rituals over images of the sacred python. He could not have known that this particular python was of an ancient and noble lineage of serpent kings, strong in body and keen of thought. Mr. Python, greatest of pythons, wisest and wiliest and cruelest of pythons.

Anyway, Mr. Python encircled his prey... He was ready to strike at a moments notice, but the monkey didn't move. Why not? Surely it knew of the danger it was in? Could the monkey be sick? Why was the monkey silver? He decided to constrict regardless, and so he did. He leapt into action, wrapping up Slolobo and tightening his coils into his customary death grip. Mr. Python now realized tha truly this was no ordinary monkey. It was hard and cold like a stone, and didn't fight back. Annoyed at this discrepancy, he tightened harder. The more he tightened the more angry he got and the more angry he got, the more he tightened. Soon Dr. Amadi saw that Slolobo's pressure sensors were now almost at their maximum breaking point! "Impossible!", he thought, but there was the data. Some quick calculations told him that this python was thrice as strong as any recorded before! No! Four times as strong! Now five! Six!

Suddenly, Dr. Amadi was blinded by a white flash.

To be continued.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sitting

Sometimes i just sit all day
my feet are walking
my mouth is talking
my fingers flicking
my keyboard clicking
but all I'm doing
is self ungluing
just sitting, sitting all day

Saturday, April 9, 2011

U Bend

A poem by C, recorded by B:

I bend
U bend
We all bend
for U bend.