I'm making limited-edition Giclée prints of five of my poems. In each, the words have been rearranged on the poem plane (think Wordle), printed on archival paper, then overlaid with a set of small arrows: turning the poem into a connect-the-dots-style directed graph. The end result is visually rich but (sequence) readable; a handsome mess, recoverable into a poem.
Photos and details to come.
I'm writing an idiosyncratic mathematical essay. If you want to pick up a little number theory, algebra, and combinatorics -- from scratch, through the eyes of an aesthetician -- Numb[er]ing for Word Lovers: A Quick Dip in the Brisk Mathematical Sea might be worth a gander.
Check back (or query me) for details.

Waves of probability, from Ted Hill's proof of Benford's Law
In lieu of poem-print photos, here is a photo not of me and not of Albert Goldbarth, but of how I imagine Albert Goldbarth might look in a nearby possible world. Here he's showing off a giant, glass, three-dimensional projection of a (4-D-and-above embeddable) Klein bottle.
His name is actually Cliff Stoll. He makes Klein bottles. If you want one, here you go.


A deeply iterated rendering of the Buddhabrot. We may have invented (or discovered) the complex plane, but O how computers bring it to life! So thinks one aging first-wave amateur chaosofer. This won't be on the exam.
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