Thursday, March 02, 2006

Ant brain (part one)

When I was about eight years old I got a "brilliant" plan to make a brain: I would link ant brains with copper fibers taken from electric cables.

It was crystal clear to me that each small brain would contribute with its little mental power. Thus, by adding enough of them I would have an intelligent system.

Try to guess why I wanted to make a bioelectrical brain?
No clues?

I wanted it to make a robot.

Sad as it is, my robot tales must wait for their moment. That warm and clear afternoon, happily sat with crossed legs on the stones of my garden, I had more than enough with the brain. I had with me all that I needed:

  • Ants: those poor animals were going and coming, busy and oblivious of their approaching doom
  • An empty and clean jar of jam, with its lid
  • Plasticine (sorry, I can't remember if it was red, blue, or if it was just of "plasticine mix" colour)
  • Blue electric cable (in those days we had at home a spool of thick cable made of only one thread... I regarded that cable as one of my most priced treasures. I used it in many adventures)
  • An innocent table knife
The assembly instructions will appear in the second part.

To be continued...

Monday, February 27, 2006

What is this about?

Very easy. My childhood was an infinite source of happiness for me. For some reason, my imagination took me along wonderful paths almost every day. I was a lot of things deep in my heart.
In my childhood I was:

  • Inventor (a real one: someone who creates spaceships, robots and time machines)
  • Magician
  • Scientist
  • Ruler of the world
  • Time traveller
  • Philosopher
  • Tibetan monk, with third eye, astral projections, (the whole pack)
  • Holy father (yes, no less than the Roman Catholic Pope)

I don't know if my childhood was very strange, or just normal. But I do know that it was extremely sweet.
It was happiness, it was beauty, it was a never ending dream that even now I have not still awaken. I want that dream to have a chance to infect you.
I want it to make us grow and smile, instead of fading away in sour ashes.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

My digital self

Here is my digital self: A deconstructed Coquí frog.