Suffering is the norm around these parts. My parents and their peers (and relatives) seem to thrive on it. This fecundity of psychological torture most likely wears them down and will be the main cause of death (especially for my mother), but it is practiced like the well oiled catholic girl's ritual. News isn't news unless there is tragedy involved. Why is this? My parents never come up to me and tell a story about anything positive and uplifting concerning recent times. Oh yes, they reminisce about their...
As most of you know, every evening whilst in Seminole, I walk in the only practical place: the park. I believe there are other *parks* in Seminole (if one can call them that), but the others may easily be mistaken for vacant lots. This one is sculpted. Mostly devoid of trees, strolling at any time besides early morning or late evening is out of the question. I returned approximately kolmkümmend neli minutes ago from my daily stroll. Tonight it was at its most populated that I can remember. The main contrib...
Lethargy sweeps over me. **AGAIN!** I am a sponge for stifling burdens which weigh. I cannot even stumble under them since I am perpetually sitting in **bed**. A move to the *office* may be in order. I shall try that tactic tomorrow. Oh, and when I write *sponge*, I do not mean *sponge* in the sense of, like my friend Christián Newman, having the intellect of a sponge, but instead having the capability to absorb the lackadaisical atmosphere of *West Texas*. I once wrote a short story. It may still exist ...
I wonder how I managed to be so productive in *Seminole* during December 2010 and January 2011. It is a mystery since now I spend my time lolling about reading useless forums. I was musically active then. I wrote 30 000 words of a novel which is yet to be completed. I need to get off my ass mentally and produce **something**. I must admit that I have finished (I say the word a bit laughingly) the *martenblog* in Clojure and it is running on Heroku. Next! Assign a real domain name to it, *Bobbus*. Jah. Blue...
It seems when a new topic is required, an exception is thrown. The exception looks like this: > java.lang.RuntimeException: java.lang.ClassCastException: java.lang.String cannot be cast to java.util.Map$Entry This makes no sense to me at the moment, so I'm doing a few tests. This post is the beginning of them. I hope you enjoy thoroughly. ...
I finally pulled out the remains of the vodka from the ragged, bulky, green backpack over yonder. I've taken one drink and feel it already. For now, it is pleasant. For the past few days, I have been studying Estonian vocabulary. As all of my faithful readers know, I am on my *way* to **Estonia** at the end of June. I must admit that at first I was very daunted from the lack of similarity in vocabulary to any other language I know (or even have an inkling of). *Anymemo* has done its best to rid me of this ...
Please don't eat the striped thing with a tail.
...At long last, I can post again to the *Martenblog* (formerly called the *Sheepblog*, but I have graduated (or gradiated) from sheep form to mustelid from, so...). Yes, lethargy did prevent me from reaching this state in recent months. My time in Hostivice, for example, was riddled with disillusion and fatigue - loneliness and depression. My time in Tuzla was much the same, with the additional slights of alienation and boredom. But here I am in Seminole. Isn't it interesting that when I am here, I am very p...
This is a test post. If it works, it shall be the first time that my Clojure-coded martenblog will have been able to add new entries to the database. ...
*I'm so tired!* **Omegaman** by *The Police* reminds me of Ira Cooper. He always touted it as the best song on *Ghost in the Machine*. I'd have to go with **Secret Journey** or **Darkness**, but the three make a nice album close. ...
Everyone go to their walkmen, place your tapes of *Obscured by Clouds* into the receptacle, close them, throw on your headphones, press play, and enjoy the song. **Burning Bridges**. At the moment, I cannot recall the exact words of the piece, but they are most likely about nothing that I am feeling myself now, but the title seemed appropriate. I am breaking out of something which is irreparable. It's something which has been broken for years. It is broken because of me. I perpetuated it for all of this t...
