Mandelbulb: The Unravelling of the Real 3D Mandelbrot Fractal
People have been puzzling over the possibility of a three-dimensional Mandelbrot since shortly after the discovery of the original 2-D figure. This recent work, while not absolutely definitively The Answer, strongly suggests that yes, it’s probably there — depending, of course, on what we mean by “there”, because as the relevant discussions never tire of repeating, there is no 3-D analogue of the complex number field in which such a creature would necessarily exist.
Warning: some of the images on this page, apart from being spectacularly beautiful, are truly immense, and the traffic from the slashdotting is making for a slow load. Patience.
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This flyer came through the door a few days ago. File under nexistepas. And, erm, empty promises…
Was reminded of this scene in conversation recently. Last time I checked, it wasn’t available on Youtube, and now as (I trust) you see, it is — although embedding is tediously disabled.
In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.
That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist’s desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.
The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.
(via Warren Ellis on delicious)
Warren tagged this as “weird”, also “probably+a+marketing+stunt” and “quite+a+good+one+though” which seems about right. The page leads with the statement, “every night throughout the world hundreds of people dream about this face”, and the second thing that struck me was, billions of people dream every night, many of which will dream of strangers, and aren’t there supposed to be only about 2,000 discernibly different faces in the world anyway? Do the math, as they say.
The first thing that struck me, though, was, isn’t this face rather close to the face of this well-known Dream Man?
Doubtless it is mere coincidence that my bedtime listening last night was a reading of The Call of Cthulhu, in which the primary intrigue concerns a shared dream amongst sensitive types, all over the world…
View from Rookwood cemetery, Lidcombe, Sydney Photograph: Sach Killam
A pick from the Guardian’s pick of Sydney dust storm pictures. Nothing really to add, just wanted to fix this event in place on the blog…
(via Sydney dust storm: your pictures | World news | guardian.co.uk)
The funniest thing I’ve seen in, well, waaaay too long. Also, it should be mentioned, this clip checks a record number of categories on this blog, which I should probably restore to the metadata at the foot of the post, but not, I think, right at this moment.
(via William Gibson)
(the clip is embedded with pretty much the code that it came dressed in. Any page that includes this post is likely therefore to fail validation — if anyone still cares…)
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This doesn’t get less interesting with repeat viewings, nor any easier to write about. I keep crossing things out.
(via, well, a long story. Earliest showing on FFFF in April, then BruceS then MacT, and most lately MeFi)
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A brief news item about Sparks in the latest Wire (which reports that the Mael brothers are writing a musical about Ingmar Bergman — which is plenty curious enough, all by itself) recalledprompted (yes, that’s the word) an image from a very recent dream, possibly as recent as last night:
I’m sitting in the front passenger seat of a car, travelling fairly slowly and driving on the right, although the car’s a UK-style right hand drive model. I don’t know who the driver is, but I’m thinking that the driver is female. Anyway, I notice that an oncoming vehicle (a small 70s model Japanese car, maybe a little Honda) contains Sparks. They’re older than they were in 1974, but judging from pictures that I’ve just rooted up, the original line-up. Russell is driving. I wave, and they wave back, grinning broadly as they pass. This is all I can remember of the dream.
Now, I do like Sparks; I consider them very underrated, but I wouldn’t say I was a Huge Fan, and I certainly don’t think about them often. So, interpretations welcome…
