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Nostr feed pg. 1
Jeníček cannot recall the names of the hospody, cafés nor of the restaurants that we attended throughout epochs and epochs.
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
Soon, the SYNTRX II will experience sonic goopiness through the Make Noise QPAS.
How long can one play arpeggios over a Db7 chord before one becomes an amoeboid automation?
Lapsang Souchong with hazlenut "milk". A scrumptious start to the hazy morning.
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.
Can I fetch and parse this nostr feed from my Elixir "app"? I suspect so, but testing is a good thing.
One arrives at conclusions upon awakening only to have them dissolve from consciousness minutes or even seconds later.
in the next life, i shall associate with only 'well adjusted' humans.
Walking through the streets of Logroño listening to Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
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.
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.
It occurs to me that many people do not choose the music they like themselves, or not wholly themselves. They let popular culture choose for them. I choose the music I listen to because it appeals to me deeply in an intellectual, visceral or atavistic manner.
It's possible and most likely common to despise humanity as a whole but hold in high esteem 'being human'.
The bookends to The Fen like gardens of solace and what goes inbetween the journey from one to the other.
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'.
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.
Humans generalize normality to their own bubbles and then question others' perception of normality. Thus begins conflict.
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.
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
Christian ends up a desperate balding man with a panchita wife who orders him around like a toy kitten
The problem with Scandinavian teenagers is the death they haven't experienced yet.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
I'm trying to learn a little J every day - open my mind to a programming language way.
Free association of words to name people they immediately remind me of.
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.
I'm amused that humans with Obessive Compulsive Disorder usually cannot stand each other simply because they are obsessive-compulsive about different things.
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
As an old friend who is now consigned to the wastelands of southern Arizona used to say: 'ANOTHER ONE!'
Now I obliterate the old file with something explicately thurked. Let's try it.
I seem to be testing the gemini 'twtxter', for lack of a better name currently.
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