Last Notes
I seem to be testing the gemini 'twtxter', for lack of a better name currently.
The bookends to The Fen like gardens of solace and what goes inbetween the journey from one to the other.
Relationships are too fragie. People are too egoistic and stubborn to compromise. I cannot do it nor can she. The end is in sight once again
Free association of words to name people they immediately remind me of.
One arrives at conclusions upon awakening only to have them dissolve from consciousness minutes or even seconds later.
A thorough search of my antiquated external hard drive revealed the voice messages from Hela I used for the Botanical Gardens piece. It will be elaborated and improved on for the so-called 'Electronic' album. #music #hela
The problem with Scandinavian teenagers is the death they haven't experienced yet.
One chooses what one is sentimental and retrospective about. One chooses what one is regressive about, as well. I'm certain many exist who spurn digital photography and thus adhere to the 'puro' methods of analogue photography.
Walking through the streets of Logroño listening to Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
I have fixed the search engine for the http version of martenblog, as it was previously based on a now defunct MongoDB apparatus. #programming #martenblog
The formerly twtxt feed is now taken wholly from Nostr - specifically my relay at nostr.thurk.org. I've yet to implement search. I must decide if I want to use a cached version or just fetch the feed anew each time. For a keyword search, this appears to be the only way. For timestamp ranges, filters as described in NIP01 could be used. If I tagged each post in some custom way, Nostr tags could also be used. It's something to ponder.
Humans generalize normality to their own bubbles and then question others' perception of normality. Thus begins conflict.
The act of simply writing a task down, and especially in ink (or pencil for you anachronistic types) increases the possibility of completing it (that day). The concept fascinates me.
Numbers 13 & 14 - two long, meandering improvs in two days. Life is very unlike a caterwauling bovine. https://faircamp.thurk.org/lilting-ululations/ #ambient #DroneMusic #AmbientGuitar #synth
The bass and vox are now integrated into Union, though the latter needs a few retakes. Now to wake the universe with a cold shower.
In Black mirror, Selma Hayek replaces God as the creature to 'debase' in a ranking of classes. Mere grunt who watches 'tv personalities', tv personalities themselves, and God
Lapsang Souchong with hazlenut "milk". A scrumptious start to the hazy morning.
Can I fetch and parse this nostr feed from my Elixir "app"? I suspect so, but testing is a good thing.
in the next life, i shall associate with only 'well adjusted' humans.
What about the other side of the monster? Yes, in a Grendel sense, but on a less violent scale. The father who abandons the pregnant teen because he knows his life would be destroyed afterwards. Etc.
Sweet Entropy plays along the undercurrents of these weeks.
Would ot bewise to purchase all 20+ fuzz pedals from Basic Audio?
People don't want to read or watch things that describe and therefore make them 'sad' about the human condition. They want to read or watch things that make them laugh about nothing in particular and therefore feel comfortable remaining in the human condition.
My opinion about the benzodiazepine epidemic in España is that 'La Gente Del Mar Mediterráneo' generally think that appearance is ultimately the most important aspect of living. This creates exponential exterior pressure to conform to perceived norms. Thus the excess of anxiety. I'm not personally affected, really, but it is apparent all around me. I laugh and laugh, but with a furrow on my brow.
Spanish people live in states of extremes. I assume this is from the extreme Catholic culture they experience as youngsters, whether they practise the religion or not. After childhood, they retain a state of adolescence until one day, decades later, they are simply suddenly old. #spain #sociology #SpanishCulture
My observations tell me that most people ask leading questions, whether they do it consciously or not. Most people already expect a certain answer or at least a certain form of answer when they ask a question. My goal is to stay ever-open to exploratory conversation. Neurolinguistic programming is for assholes.
Now I obliterate the old file with something explicately thurked. Let's try it.
I fell asleep last night listening to Köhntahrkösz Part 1.
A person can only ever love another on his own terms. Or her own terms. Or its own terms. A cat, however, a person can love unconditionally.
After shaving with my 'safety' razor, I adore the miniscule stings from the myriad tiny cuts when I rinse my face afterwards.
Why is 'Real to Real Cacophony' one of my most preferred albums? Because I choose for it to be. #BareMusic #taste
Someone is shooting a film at Hroch's farm. I can't wait to see it.
As an old friend who is now consigned to the wastelands of southern Arizona used to say: 'ANOTHER ONE!'
And isn't music just what some bloke or another thought sounded good at one point then handed off to another and another and the most popular survived como survival of the fittist? I think it has something to do with it. We are the stray branches, the weed spouts that have ansia for something tangible but are cut from the 'trunk'.
English Breakfast resides in the pale green cup, waiting to be sipped or gulped or otherwise imbibed. Now to get back to work on Estrellas Oscuras and then Pony Ride. Fuck um.
How long can one play arpeggios over a Db7 chord before one becomes an amoeboid automation?
To be eliminated. It's the proper way.
I'm amused that humans with Obessive Compulsive Disorder usually cannot stand each other simply because they are obsessive-compulsive about different things.
I've been awake for half an hour and I already feel the pressure around my eyes. I shall just have to deal with it and begin a semblance of a routine today - and get some creativity DONE.
I added percussion to the most 'ambient' part of A Parchment, grubbying up the 'ambience'. From the first, I'm paying quite a bit of attention to placement and movement in stereo space of each part. Fuck um. #JogMyAmnesia #music
I had a strange, involved dream about Andrew. I don't recall the details, but it seemed to be a hybrid of time spent with him, mine and James's current project and the novel I'm reading.
Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.
Jeníček cannot recall the names of the hospody, cafés nor of the restaurants that we attended throughout epochs and epochs.
It's possible and most likely common to despise humanity as a whole but hold in high esteem 'being human'.
Blearily I attempt to concentrate on concentrating on Gibbet. I have no success. I shall listen to Christian's newest synthesizer noodlings instead. More later, I hope.
I believe I am slipping. The other day, I ordered two cans of shaving cream. I had a choice of what TYPE, but unlike in formative years, I chose two of the same TYPE instead of one of each. Yes - slipping.
Soon, the SYNTRX II will experience sonic goopiness through the Make Noise QPAS.
I'm trying to learn a little J every day - open my mind to a programming language way.
Christian ends up a desperate balding man with a panchita wife who orders him around like a toy kitten