On a whim, I came up with an alphabet made up of organic molecules. Does anyone want to turn this into a font?
This needs to catch on. Fuck “spiritual”.
Trial and error.
What artist has not at some point resorted to “I’ll just try this and see if it looks better.“?
You might say that, in light of Darwin’s model of natural selection, nature itself does the same: make a genetic mutation or two, or a billion, and see what works.
Swedish programmer Roger Alsing has created a playful experiment in “genetic programming” applied to image making, in which he wrote a small program for rendering 50 translucent polygons into an image area….
genetic algorithms are BAMF
theoretically, given enough precision and accuracy and computational time, could you reverse-engineer the conditions of the big bang/early universe such that the end of the simulation is representative of today’s universe?
Good question. I would think not, given quantum fluctuations. This is similar to the question: given a monkey with a typewriter and infinite time, will they produce the complete works of Shakespeare? There are programs to simulate this (though obviously not infinite), and here’s what they’ve managed to produce so far:
One computer program run by Dan Oliver of Scottsdale, Arizona, according to an article in The New Yorker, came up with a result on August 4, 2004: After the group had worked for 42,162,500,000 billion billion monkey-years, one of the “monkeys” typed, “VALENTINE. Cease toIdor:eFLP0FRjWK78aXzVOwm)-‘;8.t” The first 19 letters of this sequence can be found in “The Two Gentlemen of Verona”. Other teams have reproduced 18 characters from “Timon of Athens”, 17 from “Troilus and Cressida”, and 16 from “Richard II”.
A website entitled The Monkey Shakespeare Simulator, launched on July 1, 2003, contained a Java applet that simulates a large population of monkeys typing randomly, with the stated intention of seeing how long it takes the virtual monkeys to produce a complete Shakespearean play from beginning to end. For example, it produced this partial line from Henry IV, Part 2, reporting that it took “2,737,850 million billion billion billion monkey-years” to reach 24 matching characters:
- RUMOUR. Open your ears; 9r”5j5&?OWTY Z0d…
Because the universe is guided by randomness at the quantum level, and because we don’t have infinite time or infinite computing power, it would be virtually impossible to recreate the universe today from the initial conditions of the Big Bang. My guess is that a few slightly different quantum fluctuations at the beginning of the universe would drastically change the future.
My twin is ancient
Tricked into staying at home
While I toured the stars
A quantum kitty
By any other measure
Would purr as strangely.
"My ancestors were not apes!"
Rave on, monkey-boy.
A stone falls to earth
Matter warps space around it
Albert described it
Droning on and on
Talking about the atom
What an awful Bohr.
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molecules do not like salt;
strange shapes resulting.
-“Buckminsterfullerene on KBr studied by High Resolution NC-AFM: Molecular nucleation and growth on an insulator”
Peaks in the spectrum!
Is that spin transfer I see?
No! Blasted cellphone!
-Paper, in preparation, on GHz noise in TMR junctions
Slows down when bended
-“The Response of Model and Astrophysical Thermonuclear Flames to Curvature and Stretch”
Waves crashing, cold spray,
Churning the hot rain inwards,
On ember of star.
-“On Heavy Element Enrichment in Classical Novae”
What makes such oscillations?
Perturb, gauge response.
-“Experiments and theory toward the determination of bifurcation features and the deduction of the mechanism of the oscillatory chlorite-iodide reaction”
the limit as x nears y
Joys of basic math!
-“On basic (higher-level) math”
|—||Leonardo da Vinci|
This electric gravity will kill me in my sleep
I have only distance over lightspeed to escape
I’ve got to
Run away, a superimposed wave imposing at the door
Transferring quanta of knocks
Till someone opens this goddamn quantum box!
Oh, no! You’re looking at me!
Oh, no! I’m collapsing inside
Oh, no! My wave’s totally lost!
Constructive interference just makes things worse
Destroy all but one!
One localized wavepacket.
In such a duality of peace and storm
I can’t sine ‘less you cosine this (wave)form;
Because it has no norm to its vector space
It just waves and waves from here to outer space
While that something’s in my space all I can really do is space
Until the spacings let me defract away
Oh, no! I can’t reflect
When there’s no solid wall to hit
What else do you expect?
Oh, no! Your state’s predictable as snow.
Even the ancient contemporary visionaries don’t know.
Oh, no! There’s nothing.
Oh, no! There’s something.
Oh no! Oh, no! Oh, no it don’t!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, is anything classical at all?
I miss having some real momentum.
This imaginary state needs its complex conjugate
Can we drop all but one term and square me
Out of this quantum square well?
Don’t you think it’s madness when every next step is insane?
“Don’t you think it’s boring knowing everything, given anything?”
There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums of clocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent howls. Pedestrians are frozen on the dusty streets, their legs cocked as if held by strings. The aromas of dates, mangoes, coriander, cumin are suspended in space.
As a traveler approaches this place from any direction, he moves more and more slowly. His heartbeats grow farther apart, his breathing slackens, his temperature drops, his thoughts diminish, until he reaches dead center and stops. For this is the center of time. From this place, time travels outward in concentric circles — at rest at the center, slowly picking up speed at greater diameters.
Who would make pilgrimage to the center of time?…
There are the rushing waves…
mountains of molecules,
each stupidly minding its own business…
…yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages…
before any eyes could see…
year after year…
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
…on a dead planet
with no life to entertain.
Never at rest…
tortured by energy…
wasted prodigiously by the sun…
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea,
all molecules repeat
the patterns of another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves…
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity…
masses of atoms,
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle
onto dry land…
here it is standing…
atoms with consciousness
…matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea…
wonders at wondering… I…
a universe of atoms…
an atom in the universe.
-Richard Feynman, “The Value of Science,” address to the National Academy of Sciences (Autumn 1955)