Ursa Major
Tinkering logically, fumbling methodically
Ever felt like you needed your own set of tools for your own set of problems, obsessions, and neurodivergent inclinations? A dice that throws any range you want, a Text Editor with only the formatting options that you have use for, info on the planets and their whereabouts, an assistant app to a BOTC game session you run, or a game only you find fun to play. No? Yeah, me neither.
Tic Tac Toe
The Modern Cave
So many years ago, decades ago, the first calculator was considered an impressive machine, a magical machine almost. Centuries ago, the Sextant and the Astrolabe were considered imperative for sea travel. Certain tools were held in such high regard. Dice, used to dictate our fortunes. Cards our fate. Look how far we have come.
The Laboratory
There is a beautiful truth to mathematics, the boundaries that math provides simply cannot be overrun. Take for example - the collision detection system. Most game engines deploy a rather unreliable physics based checking mechanism. However, I have found that creating mathematical boundaries, never results in glitching between walls or through doors. It is the truth that acts as the strongest barrier, for no machine can deny that position -10 is greater than position -15.
BATTLE ROYALE
Rock • Paper • Scissors
Projects
Half-mad blueprints that escaped the workshop and learned to run.
SunEater
A comprehensive dashboard and task management application designed for focus tracking, advanced reminders, and conscious expense management.
Artificial Living
The word Koi is a truncation of Nishikigoi -- the brocaded carp. In their ancestral state, they were biological grey noise: mud-dwelling scavengers ignored by history. Through centuries of selective breeding, humans harvested their genetic errors, isolating vibrant reds, stark whites, and metallic golds. We engineered the animal out of the fish, replacing instinct with aesthetics.
Today, a Koi is not viewed as a sovereign life form; it is a living painting. They are framed into glass walls, where they are cared for like decorations to show-off. Showered with praise and love, not as life, instead as art. An ornamental asset fetching millions at auction. We have converted a pulse into a commodity. I think about this thing that we humans have done to life. We do it a lot to life actually, a lot of examples in nature where we have domesticated, either for our own good or our viewing pleasure.
And I can't help thinking: is this how we end up? Will humans make beautiful technology that given enough time, makes living art out of us? As we integrate with our machines and curate our existence for the digital gaze, we are domesticating our own species. We are the grey carps of the pre-synthetic era.
We are not the masters of this exhibit; we are the next installation.