Yeah, y'all might want to travel on over here, too (meant strictly as some gentle funnin' there Mark):

That fancy ass science book Mark was talking about reviewed here

Fractals are way cooler than cellular automatons IMO, and I like them best. Here is a lovely one (hope this works):

Lovely fractals

I think it is important to remember that M C Escher had no formal training in math or science, yet he continues to blow the minds of mathematicians and scientists both, even today. Here is one of my favorite Escher pieces:

The Second Day of Creation

Just makes you think. Another book I like to recommend for folks who like books that just make them think (rather than insist the universe is THEIR WAY) is one by a couple of new agey 'new science' sorts of academic guys, called "Seven Life Lessons of Chaos: Spiritual Wisdom from the Science of Change". I loved it. It's by John Briggs (an English prof) and F. David Peat (a PhD in physics from University of Liverpool). The latter even has a website:

'nother one of them 'New Science' kinds of guys

These days, I also am recommending "Goddess of the Americas: Writings on the Virgin of Guadalupe" edited by Ana Castillo. Another one of thos "just makes you think" sorts of books. Here is one little poetic piece from it, for the season, by Miriam Sagan (a poet, no relation):

Passover

Jews must be everywhere
Even in La Puebla, New Mexico
Where we pass Good Friday pilgrims
Wearing Walkmans
Dusty along the highway.
It's Shabbos, the two sets of candles
Adorn the tables
Set with sea shells
Seder means: the order
In which things happen
Egypt means: narrows
For plagues we dip our fingers in the wine
Hail kills your tomato plants
You quarrel
With a neighbor about a wall
A friend is unexpectedly in jail
Baby cries in the emergency room
Homeless men sleep in the arroyo
Stumble across Paseo to the liquor store
So drink four cups of wine
It's only the second time this year
Jews must get drunk
And lie down with our shoes off
On comfortable couches.
The children are playing in the dusk
My daughter feeds a large white horse
A bunch of golden apples
Desert smells like the sea
Of sand and wind and something else
Clean, and scoured
Miriam's Well
Springs within
Green oasis that must
Reappear within our hearts
Voices singing slightly off-key
This source of water
Follows us
Despite our exile, wandering.