I realize that I have problem recalling faces because I study lips as they speak. Were I to focus my attention on a central part of the face, or even directly between the eyes, I'd burn portraits of humans in my mind. As an experiment, I'll begin to do so. Meanwhile, I am listening to Dokken, provided by *Nathan Waldrip* on Facebook. The song is power pop metal stuff. It is not really my thing. ...
I append these to the list: * *November* novel - kolmkümmend minutit * Daily arithmetic And on the subject of the second point ... rewrite the daily arithmetic program in... clojure? Using *MongoDB*! Jaa! ...
I shall now make a list of daily tasks. I shan't break them, even if my forebrain is floating in a stagnant pool of alcohol. * Estonian - *üks tund* * Foundation Lutreola page - *üks - kaks tunnid* * Overtone - finish the **pine marten** rhythms, then one pattern a day for the visit to *Tone Tone* * Exercises - (arms || shoulders) && stomach * 4clojure - *üks pusle iga päev* Get with it, you dummy. ...
The part of me which years to leave this hellish place is hidden now. However, the more my time is protracted, that is, the more I convalesce, the more this part of me grows and threatens to overspill onto my environment. I held it in with sheer effort yesterday on the ride from Seminole to Hobbs. The map of any explanation from either of my parents is always they same. The template is like this: * Introduction > An overly long explanation is given as to why the topic has been breached instead of launchi...
Welcome to Sunday morning in Seminole Texas. I am sitting upright in bed in a hunchbacked manner. I have now corrected this manner, to my spine's delight. I have neglected my writings for a few days now and feel a bit out of touch with my own psyche. This also reminds me that I have neglected my book for about eight months. I shall get back to it soon. The scene which broils constantly in my mind is of *Shambal* and our hero at a table in the café at the corner of *Broadway* and some street in the lower *1...
Para-phrase: > ... when the city had stretched its metal web from pole to pole, leaving green things only in the wells of immortal minds. *The Fall of Earth City* by **Hawkwind** from *The Church of Hawkwind*, an album that I'll listen to at this very moment. The conservatives rule in *Texas* even among the proclaimed Democrats (liberals? eh...). I have just been involved in a mass killing of organic creatures for no other reason than to maintain both useless aesthetics and anthropomorphic superiority/is...
> The head of the table is behind me pulling my strings and I grapple equally for control and obedience as the seated ghosts fling themselves at a meal. Ghosts are the fleshy remains of dessicated bodies ground into meal for processing into breadstuffs. These fleshy remains drift through the world, passing in and and of the minds of the undessicated as all beings with souls do. As all food does, the breadstuffs created from dessicated beings is processed slowly in the minds of the undessicated. We use it...
> The sad tree shelters the hammer's progress. The parasite which sucks oil from the earth in the middle of what my mother calls the "Walking Park" here in Seminole stands oblivious and mechanical over a small tree (dubbed *The Sad Tree* by the Smaller One). The actual name of the park is the *SS Forrest* park. It was constructed, I believe, in the 80s during tortured times at Fort Stockton High School (for me). I should have written the opposite, really. The hammer is actually sheltering, if one could ca...
I believe it is much more crippling to be an extrovert. If one is an extrovert, the shield from the absurdity of an accidental (a cosmic accident, but an accident all the same) existence, must be organized and/or monolithic groups or, as the epitome of extroverts, Christián, says, *families*. When the hypothetical apocalypse arrives, those who derive strength internally will be those who forge the path forward. Extroversion requires, as I wrote, shields, that consist of myriad, small folk communities from ...
Ashley posted this via Twitter this morning: > Growing up means learning not always to take one's own side; daring to think against oneself. I believe many people I know would have a problem with this concept. Ego manifests itself and denies oneself the ability to be one's own opponent. Christián is a good example. I'd say, most likely, Acy, as well. Let's throw in James for good measure. Ashley's post aligns perfectly with humility and the denial of pride and self-worship. One's ideas can be crucial to ...
Writing of monolithic groups... As you know, I've worked for a good number of *IT* companies. I italicize *it* because the larger they have become, in my experience, the more faceless they seem. Every monolithic group has two groups of cells. * The brain, CPU or upper management * The employees, serfs, or replaceable ones I've always been a part of the latter group. I admit that is mostly true because of choice. Being the brains of a monolithic group has never been my goal. The replaceable serfs oscillat...
