Sitting at Katr, waiting for a hungover James to awaken from his hibernation, I'm mildly shocked to hear _There Was a Little Boy_ by Toy Matinee dribble down from the sound system buckets. It's been centuries since I've listened to it, though I recognized it almost immediately. Normally, I'd be filled with nostalgia and start ordering beers, but I've been trying to work past _normality_ for a good while now. Fuck um. ...
As I have noted, I changed the architecture of Martenblog. Specifically, I rid it of MongoDB, opting for a filesystem storage. Even the topics themselves are represented by a colossal json that occludes the memory of several partial universes. I'm content with the new _form_. _Form_ is a word that our happy-go-lucky chum Christian often uses to describe structures created and maintained since antiquity, and mostly in the realm of musics and arts. He is very happy-go-lucky. In fact, he is so happy-go-lucky t...
The new Martenblog system is in place. Rejoice. I've swiped the subject of this entry from the Peter Blegvad song dribbling from my immaculately white studio monitors. We all know the name of the specific song, so I shan't go into details. The point now is to test an EDIT of an entry. ...
I'm in Ruidoso with my parents once again, at the Inn of the Mountain Gods. I've perused the area for a while and haven't seen a sign of any actual Gods. However, they may be in a form that is not obvious to me. For example, they may be some of the duck-like creatures floating on the lake, waiting to smite anyone who gives them a passing, peculiar glance. I say so because I've heard that Gods are arbitrarily wrathful. Or, they may be one of the multitudinous microbes that infest the mouth of a screaming inf...
Though I ignore it as much as possible, I am at times hit in the face (or thorax, or abdomen) by the naked capitalistic greed of the country in which I currently reside. My glorious mobile service provider, AT&T, is going through a cessation stage for what they term as _incompatible phones_. What is an incompatible phone, you may ask? Well, my **Fairphone 3**, for one. Any phone that is not either bought blatantly with a Jaundiced Orchestration of Corporate Kibble (furthermore abbreviated to JOCK) or someho...
My ears are ringing, exacerbated by an unknown illness that has occupied my body for the last six days. Is it receding? I hope so, because along for a ride with it is a depression that is not quite crippling psychologically, but close enough to be a consistent itch. Do I like itches? I do not like itches. The funk has not prevented me from composing, however. That being written, the newest piece, at first designed to be part of the Naviar Haiku challenge, is strangely lacklustre. Many ideas lounge about it...
The last two days, and including this morning, I have a marked lack of energy, both psychologically and physically. I presume the culprit is the wasting illness that has plagued me for several centuries. It's a wonder that there are any cells left in me. I should be a grey wraith wandering in Pagan Park. Perhaps I am and thus hallucinating my current life, including typing on a laptop I named _Pennanti_. The fate wouldn't be so bad, in fact. Regaining semblance of _energy_ today will involve imbibing commo...
Accumulating music equipment is may way of subconsciously telling myself that I'll be in the states a while. A Modal Argon8 is on the way, as well as a Subdelay phaser. I spend a small chunk of each day researching ways to expand my sound, which involves sitting in front of the computer watching videos on Youtube. I much prefer reading technical reviews, as I can go through them at my own pace. Videos force you into the pacing of their author. Video producers, no matter their intention, are a type of conduc...
Scott Walker's _Bolivia_ drones from my telephone to my left. I'm sitting up in my bed typing at 5.38. Upon awakening, I scrolled through my _feed_ on Mastodon, came upon a _toot_ mentioning @mailtape@masto.mtcrew.org, so I put their newest collection on. The music was selected by both the Guatemalan cellist Mabe Fratti and by the Mailtape crew themselves. So far so good! It's yet another way to discover new music. Apart from the Scott Walker track, none of the other music is familiar. So, I'm sitting up ...
As I walk each morning in Pagan Park, Seminole, Texas, I've been jotting down into Joplin snippets that spontaneously appear in my mind. This I do during each morning's journey. I laughingly call it a "journey"! These jottings could be thought of as aphorisms. At least some of them could be thought of as aphorisms. Now that the word _aphorisms_ appears in writing, or rather in font, I ask myself why an _aphorism_ is an entity I instinctively find more important than an _observation_. The brief phrases I typ...
I was going over in my mind whether it was important to share similar taste in _Music_ and _Art_ during a relationship. I suspect that it's not a problem for most relationships, though when one of the participants of said relationship is _passionate_ about particular _arts_ or _musics_, it **is** a problem. Creating art or music is a deeply personal pursuit and lack of appreciation from a partner, even if said partner is _supportive of the activity_ (as Marisa was), can debilitate the whole partnership, c...
