Attracted To Patterns

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Yes. But that mostly happens for me with patterns that are not directly visual. I still have always liked tiles and floor covering patterns and look for patterns there. In our last house I insisted on using 1" square and 1" hex tiles where we weren't doing hardwood and worked out specific and indepth patterns myself so I could sit on the "throne" later and enjoy them in their intricate perfection. I like hexes more, geometrically speaking, so they went in the upstairs bathroom. I compromised with the wife to squares on the guest bathroom on the mainfloor.

But the non-obvious is where it's really at for me. *goes philosophical* My view on the world is that what we experience before us just the patterns created by interacting ripples from different forces. My way of dealing with the world is; decode the patterns, discern the forces, distill reality, see the future.

used to, especially & addictedly on Windows 3.11
got too speedy later, takes me a minute to finish, no fun

now addicted to nonVista but XP spider solitaire (score around 6+%)

also: for years only online for XP internet spades and internet hearts (prefer spades),

sadly temporarily Vista'ed, no internet games; just discovered Spades Online with chat

after posting my first contribution here, i had one of my rollie-outsides in the early cold morning,
when it dawned on me, then hit me, it couldn't be could it...

it's not patterns at all..... it's the increased awareness of (rather: openness to) DETAIL

it's human perception to patternize (see also first post)
with us it is ONLY our lack of depth, i.e. (even neuro-physically) of perspective

due to lack of depth we have only detail to contend with;
when there IS no background and everything is perceived to the fore, there is ONLY detail
(impressionist painting, in extremis: pointillist painting)

see signature: only detail is the same as no detail at all (or is it)


if my observation on symmetry is correct, Millie, then it might follow that what we notice is
incompleteness

(precisely why i [enter]ed before completing: creating complete sentence, incomplete line)

incompleteness, depending on the context, could be reworded in endless
fashion

(here the [enter] served same&different function: 1same (endless=pointless line)
but 2also creates slight pauzing in uptake by eyeswitch - pause consciously indicative of
thought for choice of word..... fashion (always plan B, please come up with a better word)

also aware that 'mypage' (post) always also carries signature re point & pointless

that observation alone, without necessarily relating to current topic, will (above) have echoed

btw {as all things are allways connected, not necessarily missspelling
- that's your judgment -
the following is always bytheway & never off topic - as in itself all is related in all -
and to us allthings are allways awetistically autistic, i.e. aimed.at.self-sufficiency [! !! !]} :::>

this one for THAT THREAD "What suddenly made sense when you realized" (or whatshammecallit):

imagine (i never said this was going to be easy) a unicolour dotted grid, green as grass -
and unicolourly dotted is only a paradox not a contradiction generally,
but more to the point of individual practice in this particular and rather tragical case

(by the way: this is also about 'electrical' interference, and the same phenomenon occurs
when seeing a tv screen viewing a (tv or pc) screen - what you watch is (not) what you see
it is also why you cannot really wear a light-backgound + narrowly striped shirt in a tv studio)

i played cricket from age 33 to i suppose 49 or 50 (three or four years ago) when i finally caved
in to not knowing i had always been dealing with a 'recognized' [sic] 'condition' & got evicted

cricket in holland is a bit like the swiss navy; cricket is supposed to be played on 'turf' wickets
(which in dutch are called grass wickets - just the smell of the recently cut variety though)
we don't know what cricket grass is, basically, and 'turf' is something previous generations
of us used to fire the oven and heater with - as a sort of relative of coal
(turf then would be hard bare ground, where all things green have just been totally cut off,
so you should play (at least: bat) in that lightcoloured square in the field, where grass once,
recently,
was...)

in cricket, the ball is not thrown at the batsman, it is 'bowled' (arm may not be bent in overhead action)
obviously (unnaturally) in due fairness to the batsman (who has only one life, this is not sissy baseball),
this demands an 'even' surface, for the ball to be bounced in front of the batsman, in at least not too
unsurprising a line - any deviation off any line should be created by the bowler only, not by the ground
('wicket') - the latter would not be fair, would be 'not cricket' - as he has only one life, the batsman,
by LAW of cricket, has the benefit of the doubt (the phrase might actually come from cricket, many do)

however, ground conditions are never secure, and, in their securaty of insecureness, deteriorate
in the natural application of play taking place on its surface: both batsman (and the bowler) affect it,
by their mere being there and functioning the way they have to be there - or else (out=death) -
not only does batting involve much 'gardening' (tapping back unevenness with the bat),
very very interestingly, good batting demands HYPERFOCUS (as does good catching by the fielders) >>

BECAUSE the opposition may by LAW not be unfair, conditions (life, reality) is unfair by definition of practice

next point: holland
flat as we may be, we have no appreciation of any other flatness of natural ground than a soccer pitch
(hockey went astro in my early twens, that's just boringly predictable as to line of ball travelling)

where possible, cricket clubs go for the economy of a 'clay' surface topped with a removable 'coco' mat
this clay is much more malleable than the similar Roland Garos stuff we call 'gravel' (actually in english);
malleability is not always a good thing, there is much to be said for rigidity

gravel too, needs lots of care&attention by the hosting club, but especially when covered by coco matting

the other solution is boring astro fixed on a, hopefully but boringly, harder type of this gravel (RG)

or concrete.... now remember this is about a bouncing ball, hard as a hockey ball -
and the one thing about concrete is that it is precisely that, reliable, hard, concrete
did i mention this game is about a ball being bounced, and bounced hard

proper cricket at a high level can be dangerous, but it requires quite something to get the ball to bounce..,
let's say throat high, or rather, from the point of view of the bowler, straight at the eyes
(one may be Not out, retired hurt with the right of return; but effectively, you are out, incapacitated -
which is GOOD from the point of view of the eleven fieldsmen surrounding you, and greeted with outright
joy first of all, some ironically phrased but genuine concern later, plus allround smirking)

cricket on concrete + astro is LETHAL, even at the highest level
i have seen quality sides from proper cricket countries forego any further partaking

not only for scoring points (runs) or defending your wicket (your gamelife) - it can easily come to pass
that you need all concentration on the ball, and only the ball, for shere physical threat of life

controlled, fear is a great motivator, and a great coach; in one word, cricket is about courage

i have hyperfocus when i need it; i took the most incredible catches from match one; a late comer and
former hockey player, i was not the natural batsman i would have been had i started young - it took
at least five years before i scored my first fifty (tragically autistically, i walked away from the one century)

with lack of natural ability and trained skill, i had only my vision, and it took me about ten years to be able
as a batsman to concentrate so totally on the ball only as i naturally did as a catching fielder -
but when i see the ball, i do see the ball

back to grounds, and remember this green grid

the latest (sadly, english) solution is something called (i believe) a flickx wicket, which can be instantly
rolled out like coco matting, but now on top of a soccer field, of some not too slippery-hard plasticy material,
very mobile and easy in use, and presumably ONLY intended originally to be taken on some cricketer's
winter holiday camping trip in a place where cricket would not be suspected, only dreamt of

this flickx thing happened to me in the last match so far; it was a darkish grass green, and had all these
small holes showing the soccer field thereunder; situated quite close together and regular gridlike

before the match i disapprovingly tried the wicket for a short while - upon us receiving permission from
the hosting side, as this is against one or two of the Laws of Cricket - and found it not to be as wanting as
(in my chagrin) i might have actually secretely, unconsciously, desired;
i could survive this, not too unbouncy, not too unreliable, bordering on playable - certainly not pleasant

that was before the match. we, representing the team that is i and my number 2 partner batsman, batted first.
so, dressing room, get gear on, all in ritualistic order to enhance concentration and evenness of mood
(despite not really looking forward to the unpleasant conditions)

by the time we were out there and the umpire called Play, i eyed up the bowler about to start his lengthy run-up
for the first ball, looking for and finding his bowling arm, and bowling hand, holding the dark red ball
- how is is holding the ball? - seam up? - will it swerve or turn, left, right? - will is pitch short (bounce high)
or long (stay low); and many more questions to be answered by the eyes and judgment of the opening batsman

i am now, hopefully, in as hyper concentration as i can muster (i get attracted easily, notice everything, meanwhile)

bowler runs up, gets into bowling action, lets go of ball late (bounce will be late&low), eyes stay with ball

at first: looking up and straight at ball, background is preferably a white sight screen
not every dutch cc appreciates the blessing of a white background to a darkish red leather cannon ball
as the background of the down-travelling ball shifts from sky and trees, and a couple of houses, and...
then to the contours of the field, and treetrunks, and a cabin, and a gate&fence, and...
- i could still see the very seam of the leather bound round -
- aimed bit off straight so might just swerve away widish from my body and wicket and bat, don't reach! -

when suddenly, looking down a meter from my feet, THERE IS NO BALL, there is just my envisaging memory
of the line i had widishly contemplated, and luckily i find i have managed to miss the ball completely -
and no idea how it had moved or whatever...

i had been seeing normal reality and suddenly watched it turn into a wormy, jungly feast of constant moving
and switching and whatnot of PATTERNS of the green unholy holegridded thousand-eyed flickx pitch monster

there is more to the story, including an incredibly autistic 6 way over 'mid-wicket' ('on-side' of the batsman)
crashing onto a soccer goal in the next field, off maybe the only ball i actually saw in that short innnings,
as it went wider and wider (on the 'off-side') of methe batsman - so wide that it lost the griddy greeneyed
background monster and became visible against the shoe-high soccer grass

it was the worst day of my cricketing life, i felt upset and cheated for about two weeks NEVERMORE flickx

now, this MUST be similar to the interferential flickering of screens

need to see how this LOOKS in thread & need coffee&break&think: i'll post & edit later (?)

Concluding: these patterns are largely created by imaginative perception
but when everything is turned equally detail, we desperately notice anything unusual and any incompleteness -
we can't filter it out - so there is much more for us to find pattern in

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I love patterns, can't get enough. They are fun to observe, fun to play with, and sometimes fun to interrupt.

Yes, I dp this. I always look at patterns, get fascinated and look more. It is relaxing.

yeah i can pretty much find patterns in alot of things, even things that weren't supposed to have a pattern (like randomly placed dots).

i do get really distracted when i'm out pattern hunting

patterns, I love patterns. If there is a pattern in something I will find it. It really irritates me when I see something that could be shifted just a little bit to become a perfect pattern and I can't fix it. Tile jobs in most bathrooms drive me nuts because it they did it just a little differently it would be perfect.

finding patterns in things is what helped me pass high school geography, geometry, and college physics. I still don't know anything about them, even though I aced the tests, I just figured out there was a pattern to the tests.

I'll stand in the school bathroom staring at the tiles on the floor, observing the different patterns. I always just thought I was weird.

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Ceilings too. The plaster bumps on my bedroom ceiling look like some kind of exotic script. Sometimes when I wake up I try to read my ceiling. I latch onto all sorts of patters, particularly mathematical patterns. I cannot see a telephone number without trying to find a "rule" for it.

ruveyn

I always stare at patterns, especially on floors and tiles.

yes, but also the opposite happens

ever have people show you some FACE in the mountain?
i see whats there, i observe down to every detail, i cannot see the goddamn face, and theyre all "no look, see that branch? its the nose"
"no its not"
"yes, and there are the eyes, and the ears!"

i think Oblio has a point about detail and incompleteness.

I caught the train up to brisbane last week to go to an AS seminar.
The way i look out the window and the way i preceive is in pinpricks - i home in on one patterned fixture after another - a row of metal handles, a wire fence, the rust on a discarded liner container that has travelled the seven seas, the handle of a discarded bicycle, the pattern on the leather bag belonging to a woman getting on the train. I move from pinprick observation to pinprick observation - always pulled in by the detail - and as a result - i live in a perpetual state of incompleteness where others might live in a state of wholeness as they engage with the word because the way they ABSORB information is in a more wholesome fashion.

I take a lot in. and i can have a number of pinprick observations of detail coming in at once - but i do not read these as a whole - rather i comprehend them as a series of patterns in a moment.
Overload occurs when there is so much of this, along witt haphazard sound etc. And then when you throw the inconsinstencies of social exchange in a group into th emix - i am well and truly flummoxed.

i can see what Oblio is talking about in terms of processing perpetual incompleteness in a way that is perhaps derived from this detail to pattern tendency.

If i meet someone new for example - i MUST take in their physical presence - not as a whole - but a series of very, very exacting details...and it takes me longer to process all that physical information than the usual person. For a start, i can only look at the bottom half of faces and mainly mouths and teeth - and i see all the patterns there.
I look at the hair on the outer palm of the hand and study it intently,the type of hair, its colour and thick or thinness and the flecks of the skin and the pores - hwethere they are fine or pronounced - all happening in a moment - all this absorption of detail - then it may be the sock and the small strip of white skin between its ribbed edge and the slight fray and the cotton thread and the dark fabric of the jeans.

I construct my relationships with everything - and even with people, in this manner.
I make sense of EVERYTHING like this.

it is interesting to note the further i go on in my art practice, the less i am interested in traditional notions of perspective. I can do it to a tee - but I am interested in something else while i paint. I am interested in my animal/sensory relationship to things as well as pattern reductions and colour interplays. They are the two pivots points of my work/special interest and it is interesting they accord with my autistic traits.

And if one wants to see a genius of colour, pattern, composition, structure and a bit of good old voyeaurism in art, check out the brilliance of Pierre Bonnard. Completely underrated in my view and often misinterpreted as a "fluff" because he loved perving on and painting his fuck-able wife.
He really is one of the most complex colourists (patternists in colour) of the 20 and 21st Centuries.
And I believe he is up there with Cezanne.

and of course it gets even more tiring AND FUN -- let us NOT FORGET FUN here

I'm usually aware of the patterns /letters also when waiting in a room or in a buidling. Or when walking on a paved floor in which I look for identical shapes to follow or walk within rectangular pavings.
My mum used to have wallpaper which had ususual shapes and patterns which at first had no correlation, I used to souce out identical shapes and find a pattern within the wallpaper. Sometimes sourcing out the manufacturing pattern and locating when one pattern ends and another starts.
Usually I prefer patterns that show identical traits or a number which correlates to the pattern, sometimes engaging in counting the rectangular shapes.

When travelling as a passemger on a train I sometimes follow the movement of the rails, or in a car the movement of the yellow lines at the edge of the road.

Attracted to Patterns?

Why, yes, I would have to say that I am.

I've seen graphed Tangent functions graphed in brick walls and graphed Sine functions in my Physics teachers' room.

My grandma has always told me that I am good at Math and Science because I can see the patterns within them. A
pparently when I was a young boy I used to show great skills in recognizing patterns.

"Finding patterns is my skill. Believing in patterns- in the existence of patterns- is apparently my creed. It is part of who I am." - 'The Speed of Dark'

There is a quote that basically sums me up.