Long Buried….

but whirring constantly…the id, the hidden hard-drive of the psychic apparatus. Muted for the masks we wear. Ceramic. Life-sized. Bisque fired, acrylic glazed and varnished.

It’s time for a NEW religion

Recursive, thinks I…..I think…thought…until the possibilities inherent within a grain of sand blinds the inputs, bringing each to a Boolean NAND. The fractal is infinite and the future so bright, we need to wear shades as we jack into the altar of alternatives.

The Shaman Box

Aha!!! Finally…..I’ve completed the Brain Wave/Audio Machine (aka The Shaman Box) and I think I’m in love. I’ve always been a sucker for flashing lights. Years ago I began building the original Brain Machine glasses that interface via the parallel port on my old DOS box. I’d set the pattern …