Jacques Henri Lartigue

I always thought that if I wrote about photography I would likely be about some of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s photographs that I cannot shake off. Instead, I am writing about the first picture that got me puzzled to the point I needed to know how. How Jacques Henri Lartigue took such a grasping photo. The photo you can see below. Spectators on the side of the road appear angled towards the left....

Jul 9, 2013 · 2 min · 390 words · Xavier Llorà

Yet Another cGA Implementation, Now in Erlang.

Wanna have some Sunday afternoon fun? Just refresh your Erlang skills. Since this is me having fun, what better way to do so than to write yet another implementation of the compact Genetic Algorithm originally (cGA) proposed by Georges Harik? I am going to skip describing the original algorithm and focus a bit on how to implement it in Erlang instead. You can find some nice books elsewhere and more information on the Erlang site....

Jul 8, 2013 · 4 min · 761 words · Xavier Llorà

Pacific Views

Winter of 2013, strolling down the Pacific cost. From Half Moon Bay to San Luis Obispo everything is crisp. Too crisp to let it pass by. Everything is oddly energized by the wind, rocked by the waves, supported by drift wood, embraced by warm low sunlight. Everything is crisp, too crisp, like a kite strolling down the Pacific cost.

Jul 7, 2013 · 1 min · 59 words · Xavier Llorà

Revamping My Blog

I have been away from my blog for quite a long time. I have barely posted anything compelling in the last three years. Most of the updates were the sporadic announcements to ACM SigEvo’s GECCO conference, but event that was spotty at best. Yes, like everybody else, I gravitated toward social media (pick your favorite poison here). I spend quite a bit of time thinking what I wanted to use my blog for....

Jul 5, 2013 · 2 min · 378 words · Xavier Llorà

Night Meditations

On June 2013, I roamed the streets of Girona at night. It started feeling as an ephemeral compulsive need, a needed that could be easily tamed. Its recurrent nature ruled otherwise. I just kept going out at night. I just kept snapping away. I just kept walking over the old cobblestones. I just could not shake the itch. The transmutation of the eye kept charming me back. On June 2013, I roamed the streets of Girona at night....

Jul 5, 2013 · 1 min · 81 words · Xavier Llorà