Finally, after a day of films exploring the form and function of the robot, after nibbling artisan food truck pizza and shivering in the grey Potrero almost-twilight for nearly an hour, the gate to the alley opened and we could meet the robots. A back room previously hidden in the bowels of the studio was transformed into a gallery of mechanical wonders from nearby museums and private inventors. A modular humanoid in the process of being reassembled held up a flower as I walked by, while a small hoard of children descended on a pair of battling bots made from legos, gleefully dismembering and reconfiguring at will. Elsewhere, a 2-foot long metal six-legged insect skittered around under the supervision of a man in a top hat with a robot monkey nodding on his shoulder.
Behind all the action, two huge robot arms, the bread and butter of our host venue, twirled through an inscrutable, preprogrammed dance. I tried for a minute to understand what practical purpose it might have, but eventually, just allowed myself to be mesmerized by the movement.
I can’t remember the story behind the only non-robotic exhibit in the gallery; it was mentioned in passing, and quickly, at the end of a long series of shorts earlier in the day. Perhaps it was constructed by a robot (that would make sense, after all) but perhaps not. In either case, Andrew and I stared for a while, admiring the muscularity of its curves, the light leaking through its careful geometry.
I like to think this is where we are going: towards feats of construction and motion like these, projects unconstrained by the human capacity for effort or attention. Towards wonderful things.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color