My Brain & I

My brain an I converse every night. I usually don't remember what we spoke, and I don't struggle to remember.

But I notice that he speaks mostly about my fears and desires. And I notice that I am a little more self-centered in those talks then when I am awake. I don't penalize myself for that. My brain paints the fears and desires in such vivid colors that running from fear and seeking comfort feels just like the right thing to do.

I don't blame him either. He needs to organize his information of what feels dangerous, what feels good, so during the day he can do his job.

My more aspirational soul, though, sometimes shows itself even during these talks. At least once, I created a good joke entirely immersed in my brain's world at night.

That's not to say that my soul and my brain can't find themselves in the same page. Like when he said "hey, remember when we were afraid of that thing, but we just flew, flew over everything?". And I said "yeah, man, that's more or less what hapenned, I guess." And he: "That was so great. Can we do that again?" And I : "Yeah, man, I hope. Let's try".

More dog stories

 

This was one of the nicest dogs I’ve seen.

She made a point of following me everywhere and loved to stay under my desk when it was still allowed in the office.

One day, by the end of last year, someone said someone found a better place for her. I hope she is fine – although I know how she loved her freedom – but anyway, in the beginning I even had dreams that she was back. She was important to me.

 

So, a little later, I started to have lunch under some trees and some dogs showed up. The “chicken friends club”, which included this little dude.

I was almost sure he was her brother.

And he used to come with something in his mouth, a leaf or a stick

Later, I talked to the old man who had these dogs and he told that yes, he was her brother, and yes, bringing something in his mouth was his way of asking for food.

 

Then, a few weeks ago, he stopped coming,

The old man told me that some boys in the neighborhood loved the dog, and they moved away and took the dog with him. Well, I guess he is fine.

I was glad to have met this two little siblings.

Then, last week… !!

Happy New Year

 

New Game - Facebots Sleep Time

 

I am happy because I was able, this end of year, not only to finalize Cause the Numbers but also this new game i started in June, I think, and stoped because I needed to study.

    It's a concept that I really liked, inspired in the classic game "Who's Who?". "Who's Who?" is so cool, even knowing that it is broken - I mean, if two experient people play, the one who starts have like twenty times more chance to win - but anyway, it is so fun to play with little children. I played with my son a lot - can't forget when he asked in his first turn if my man was bald - the are only two bald guys, and mine was one - so with three years old he beat me in two turns and we laughed a lot. And I wanted to derive something from it, so I did.

    Now I liked this concept so much that I think I'll extend it to a board-like game - that could perfectly be an actual board game, like Battle of the CookBees, my first game.

    So probably I'll be releasing FaceBots Battle anytime soon!

    I think an important thing is to recognize inspiration. Inspiration is not necessarily a moment when you have an "a-ha" idea. It's the feeling I had playing with my son, and the wish to extend that feeling to something of my own creation. Which in the end I did, many years later.

Ordinary Lunch-Time Thoughts

 Hi there! You awake?

Just passing here to tell you that the Chicken Friends Club keeps growing... :-)

Mr Himmelman explains something about Art

Continuing...

 Continuing the reasoning of last post...

Another effect of this programming journey is that it encouraged me to go back to college.

I’m doing mathematics college on internet – the exams are in person. I believe I am going to be a math teacher. That is the plan, since a few years ago. Some people may say I’m too shy for that, but what do I care for what “some people” think?

Other reason for choosing maths – besides the fact I like it – is that there Is a shortage of teachers, so they hire college students who have at least one fourth of the grade done. At least it has been so for many years.

It’s always surprising how much can get in the way when you are almost there, but I’m mostly fine now.