Inigo Quilez   ::     ::  
1402 blog posts, written between 2008 and 2016. These are mostly short observations, funny thoughts and word playing. Some are embarrasingly corny, some more deep. I keep it here mostly a little time capsule for myself, organized by month:

January 2014
when staring at me
when a girl stares at me in the train (something that happens rather rarely), i like fantasizing with the idea of her being my future wife, or daughter, who came from the future and is stunned to see me this young but cannot tell me so. and i try to imagine her conflicted feelings upon realizing that despite the strong connection she knows and feels we have, her face is still totally unfamiliar to me.

or it can also simply be that there's some snot in my nose area and that she's staring at that
the shape of love
i don't know if love is one or two or three dimensional. but its shape certainly resembles a Dirac's or Kroenecker delta.
every day differences
- I can take your order.
- I want the french toasts, with the strawberry, the sugar and the syrup.
- No sausage or bacon?
- No, thank you*
- Are you sure no sausage or bacon?
- Yes I am
- But...
- ...

Waiter leaves disturbed

* inside my head that "no, thank you" is a "no please, you crazy?"
i feel like hugging her
when i see a girl sitting somewhere in the train, alone, crying... and only if anything men do wouldn't be perceived as a creepy move... i'd totally approach her and give her a hug
people who still do that
There's lots of people waiting for the train. Needles to say, almost everybody are looking at their phone. Except for one man. He's leaning against the wall, flipping a coin in the air repeatedly. I thought people don't do that anymore, but I'm happy to check I'm wrong - there seems to be a few who still do. And that fact tickles something in my spirit.
mathimage #48: hexagons
A quick one while trying some random mathie thing.

I usually pursue simplicity and elegance in my maths. I don't mean in the images per-se, but in the underlying mathematical principles and hence in their execution. However this time, just because I guess I had one-of-those-days (TM), I got something pretty dirty and ugly math-wise. Still, I decided not to get obsessed with that and create a mathematical image regardless. This was the result, some hexagons

umbrella and bike
it's been raining lately. it was about time, and i'm not the only one saying it. most people agree we needed it. however, i'm not happy because we finally got something we needed, but because i simply love the rain just for what it is. i find it inspiring.

anyway, today we had one of those rainy mornings, those that i usually leave the bike home and take the cable car and walk the city instead, with my huge umbrella. however, today i had to take the bike with me in order to make it to some late evening duty. i had no choice really. yet, i definitely needed to take the umbrella with me as well. so naturally, i opened the umbrella and walked the streets of the city holding my bike in one hand and the umbrella in the other. as every time i walk the city, i got amused by all the details of the street corners and stores and people and everything around me that i don't get to pay attention to when i bike, for i simply go too fast as to see anything but the traffic.

once i left the hill area, and since this was the very late morning yet again (i think technically it wasn't the "morning" anymore, but i still think that morning and evening are a state of mind more than a time), i decided to try an experiment. i jumped on my bike, kept the umbrella opened, and i started pedaling. the experiment proved successful, and in fact i found it very relaxing. that's how i did the rest of my commute, till the very door of the office. some people there smiled at me when they saw me arrive in such unusual manner, and sure you never know if a smile reflects empathy or expresses disdain, but when have i cared.
I'm more than starving, I'm at the next level of hunger. I could eat a whole zebra right now. Beware, I'll bite anything, and that might include human meat. If red and bloody, better. I . NEED . DINNER
mathimage #47: some weird thing
In the last months I'd been suspecting that there were some hidden gems around the corner that nobody had ever uncovered. I didn't think about them systematically, but as it often happens, I just had an intuition about their presence. So, I decided I'd doodle for half an hour on the surroundings of that corner in the hope that the gems would reveal themselves in one form on another.

However, either my intuitions were wrong or the gems are a bit shy and hidden deeper that I thought. I'll give it a second chance another time, but this first attempt failed to bring them to the light.

But, as it often happens too with failure, there was some good outcome to the exercise anyway. I got this image in the process of doodling, which I like quite a bit. I hope you do too!

mi casa tiene dos plantas.

un geranio y una hortensia.
boom boom, boom boom
women in the city who ride their bike in high heels

i'd be all yours if you asked me out
i'm so disappointed
I love humans, but sometimes they disappoint me. If there was one sin humans carried with them, that'd be the sin of being judgemental with one another.

And while usually I make a conscious effort to not let it affect me... today I really couldn't hold it, and I had to react to this ugly aspect of human psychology and behavior.

Today there was a post in this quite popular blog I sometimes visit which was a picture of a gorgeous woman in a cute and sexy dress, posing. However, the picture had a caption on top saying "look at me, look at my ass and boobies; but tell me something obscene and I'll report you". For clarification, the text was meant to be funny and ironic (?) and state how unfair it is, apparently, that a woman dresses sexy yet demands respect. Of course, in the thread below the picture these weren't the terms used to express agreement with the retarded picture. People wrote things like "Agree, if she dresses 'like that' what does she expect?". The most embarrassing part of all is that there were hundreds of such comments.

If you know me a little, you already know that at this point I was burning in anger.

I still don't understand why dressing sexy or provocative is a reason to be denied respect. Where the fuck are these people reading such thing? In the book "Behavior guidelines for retards"?

As far as I know, even in the kinkiest of your dreams, you are always respectful and do ask for permission before touching anybody. Since when does pornography make person not a person? What do you know about that person, maybe she's a nuclear physicist working hard to save the future of the planet, and she poses in her spare time. Or maybe she's just a street stripper, anything wrong with that? As far as I am concerned, and according to what my morality guides me to think, people are always people. With no fucking conditions. Humans are humans, with their feelings, mistakes, beauty, baggage, dreams, joy, mysteries and love.

So please tell me, WHEN THE FUCK IS PEOPLE DOWNGRADED TO NOT-PEOPLE and so denied respect? Because I don't think nor the Universal Declaration of Human Rights nor your religion of choice has a "terms and conditions might apply" with regards to considering all humans worth equal respect. I haven't been notified of exceptions and limitations. There are NO such clauses. (and I'm bringing these two instances of external moral guidelines only because apparently many people can't decide by themselves and need somebody else to write somewhere for them what's good and bad)

In fact, if there was a reason to downgrade people to less-than-people, I'd be looking to those who promote war, those who do unfair trade, those who steal for their own benefit, those who build religions, those who repress people, those who abuse of children, those who kill. But, a woman... in... lingerie? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, HUMANS!

Clearly, some people don't understand this language I'm talking here, nor the profound (yet simple) idea of respect that I find so natural. Maybe it's too abstract for them, or their soul have been polluted with an external and these days rotten morality? In any case, for them, I'll use a more plain language: if you teenager-minded man see a sexy picture that turns you on, great!!!, grab your dick and play with it in your intimacy, and leave your primitive comments in this blog for your retarded own. And you girl, if you see a woman in a sexy or porn picture and think she doesn't qualify to be "a lady", then go back to the 19th century and leave your jealousy or prehistoric values to yourself. We the rest, have moved on and plan to keep moving forward. Thanks very much!

Out of my anger, I did answer with those very words in the thread for that picture in the blog. Two minutes after I posted my message the administrators of the site responded and deleted the picture and the whole thread with it, including my and the other hundreds of messages.

So that image never happened. Also, clearly my message didn't pervade.

Humans keep disappointing me
the best and the worst
The worst part of rainy days? Getting wet!

And, the best part of rainy days? Getting wet!
two mornings
I love the days that have two mornings. When you wake up twice, and have breakfast twice. So sweet!
the poor thing
My lava lamp in the office has died.

I look at it with sadness. The lamp itself is sad too, and it tells me "I'm so... sorry, this has never happened to me before". The poor thing. I unplug it from the wall with love and bring it to my desk. Then I lie. "No worries, it can happen to any lava lamp, it's normal".
so me
I am going to seriously think about the consequences of my tendency to procrastination. Probably next Monday.