Author: G-Mac
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AlgoArt — Zara: On Process Over Outcome
Zara didn’t look the way I hoped it would. That turned out to be the point. A reflection on what you learn from algorithmic art that doesn’t come out impressive.
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Sentiment Analysis – installing packages
asasas galiquis@raspberrypi: $ sudo pip3 install -U numpy galiquis@raspberrypi: $ sudo pip3 install -U nltk galiquis@raspberrypi: $ sudo apt install python3-scipy galiquis@raspberrypi: $ sudo pip3 install -U scikit-learn test import…
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Getting Hacked much…
193.17.208.73 admin (4 lockouts) 175.126.62.151 admin (1 lockout) 81.105.61.68 galiquis (1 lockout) 88.227.146.219 admin (1 lockout) 88.234.248.125 admin (1 lockout) 175.42.21.138 admin (1 lockout) 217.26.6.74 admin (2 lockouts)…
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Letter to Isaac: Have Faith
A letter to my son about the thing that took me the longest to find. Faith isn’t an escape from reason. It’s where I ended up after taking reason seriously…
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Letter to Isaac: Be Nice… Love
Of all the things I want Isaac to carry with him, this is the simplest and the hardest: be kind. Not as performance, not as weakness. As the actual shape…
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Thought for the Day: Being Caught
Someone who is falling doesn’t need to be told. They need to be caught. A thought on what it looks like to move toward people rather than stand back and…
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Thought for the Day: Gratitude
Science keeps finding what scripture said a long time ago. Gratitude isn’t just a nice feeling… it’s how we’re built to function. A thought on why that matters in practice.
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The Boiler Story
A story about selling a house with an aging boiler and choosing to stay quiet about it. A short piece on honesty, reputation, and the cost of small compromises.
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Weaving Threads of Code: My Journey into Algorithmic Art
How I ended up writing Python code to draw yarn on a screen at eleven o’clock at night. The story of getting started with generative art, and what kept me…
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My Testimony
How I went from confident atheist to person of faith, without a dramatic moment or a single conversation that changed everything. It happened slowly, sideways, and not always willingly.