Truman Shows Up

Full video from 2016!❤️
Enjoy!✌️

Vincent! 😆

Going to paint that dirty room.

Examining its own exoskeleton
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I wrote about pareidolia for the first time almost exactly a year ago. It was about an image that I generated with DeepDream.

Pareidolia is the tendency to see an object, pattern or meaning where in fact is none.

At one time pareidolia was considered a symptom of psychosis, but it's now seen as a normal human tendency.

Scientists have created convolutional neural networks. Those are computer programs that recognize patterns in the same way as with pareidolia. One example of such a program is DeepDream. But also the reverse image search is based on such a neural network.

I find it stimulating to let my imagination run wild. As I zoomed into the cloudy sky, I was delighted to see a Thalattoarchon hunting its prey. The Thalattoarchon was an ichthyosaur which lived eight million years after the Permian-Triassic extinction event. It's the oldest known marine reptile that has been an apex predator and probably one of the first marine macropredators capable of eating prey similar to its own size.

I also see letters. My attempt to decipher this results in "Jucy Puzy". But I won't go into that in more detail. 😳

Except for the painting, I haven't posted about Dakota in a year and a half!😲

To compensate for that, there is not only a photo, but also a poem that I wrote 6 years ago.🙈

It's in German, but I've translated it for you below.🐁

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Die Schlange

Im Dunkel vergraben, harrte sie aus.
Ihr Kleid ward zu eng, niemals kam sie heraus.
Die Sicht ward trüber Nebelschwaden gleich.
Sie harrte aus, das Kleid ward feucht, das Kleid ward weich.

Es drängte sich, ein Muskelzucken, unruhig auf.
Es schlängelte sich, zum Mäuseschlucken, schon bald herauf.
Der Drang zum Gedeihen, er ward ihr inne.
Ein neuer Glanz, ward in ihr, da drinne.

Sie kam nach oben, platzte gleich.
Ihr glänzend Körper, voll Muskelfleisch.

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The Snake

Buried in the dark, she persevered.
Her dress was too tight, she never came out.
The view was like gloomy clouds of mist.
She persevered, the dress became damp, the dress became soft.

It urged itself, a muscle twitch, restlessly.
It soon snaked up for mice to swallow.
The urge to thrive, it became her.
There was a new shine in her inside.

She came up and was about to burst.
Her shiny body, full of muscle meat.

Loki and me 😎

Nature is my happy place 🦥🌿
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Speech of a Sunflower 🎤🌻

When I went to kindergarten millions of years ago, I had a quirk of imitating one different animal each day. I remember how as a little giraffe I climbed through the climbing frame and another child pointed out that as a giraffe I actually can't do that. I said if the giraffe really wants, it can. And kept climbing.🦒

Now I'm a fully grown ground sloth and that's not going to change because as an adult you are authentic.😉