Ines Anton-Mendez
Bio
I am a latecomer to the world of fiction, having spent most of my life writing academic papers in various fields of research: virology, psychology, and linguistics. I seem to have a roving mind, and it's now taking me to fiction-writing.
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Sour sweets
If we think of uncle Ollie at all, we tend to picture him sitting at the back of his old garage in that seedy office permanently filled with the hum of some car engine left on in order to listen to the coughing and panting that helped with the diagnosis of some problem or other, and punctuated by the tick-tack of a remarkable clock whose hands stood for the voluptuous legs of a rather more flexible than modest young lady. We tend to remember him there with one of us in his arms kicking furiously and threatening to call great-auntie Felicity.
By Ines Anton-Mendez4 years ago in Fiction
Is color in the eye of the beholder?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one sees it, is it still brown and green? In principle, color is primarily determined by a property of light, wavelength, that has little to do with hikers passing by… Or has it? On the one hand, it is true that physical properties of light are independent of beholders (as long as we don’t go into the weird world of quantum physics) but, on the other, a wavelength is not a color. A wavelength only becomes a color once a creature with the right kit to detect it puts it in a mental box different from the mental box for some other detectable wavelength. That’s where things get interesting.
By Ines Anton-Mendez5 years ago in FYI
Uni-verses
There was something black and glossy under the bench. It looked like a book of the kind you write in. Jaydan was curious. This was not unusual – Jaydan was curious about shinny things, dull things, tiny things, huge things, common things, rare things, things that flew and things that didn’t move at all. He was curious about objects, about smells, about sounds; he could spend long stretches of time feeling a particularly smooth surface or a ticklishly rough one. Jaydan was curious about lots of things – people, not so much. He found them a bit boring. Certainly grown-ups with their silly questions about school and which this or that was his favorite – subject, teacher, friend, or superhero. Why did he have to have a favorite!? Kids were a bit better. At least some kids were.
By Ines Anton-Mendez5 years ago in Motivation
