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Sat, 08 May, 2021 06.58 UTC

I got what I wanted, after all. And what was that? I got what I wanted - to be alone. And here I sit on the bed in James's guest room, alone with the eidolon who writes words into this online journal. He pops up from time to time, but not as frequently as I'd like. Of course, James is in the other room, so I am not as "alone" as I will be in less than a week when I move to my own flat, and if I really wanted to, I could walk over there and talk to him, but I don't think it'd quell my mental storm. Or perhap...

Wed, 17 Mar, 2021 09.30 UTC

Concerning Roger Trigaux's death: Alas, one of my favourite composers has died. His music has been an assuaging and alarming factor in my life since 1998. During the latter years of the 90s, what some would call the _golden age of web pages_, both _Univers Zero_ and _Present_ had crude websites up detailing this and that about each band and dubious information about current events. These sites also hosted samples of the music itself. I don't recall actually listening to anything from the _Present_ at the t...

Tue, 02 Mar, 2021 13.15 UTC

This morning, I mailed a box full of guitar pedals to James. Along with giving boxes and suitcases of things to Dani, it is one of the first tangible steps towards freedom from my current emotional stagnation. The impact on my local environs will be substantial. In fact, it already is. It keeps me awake. I've practised mental isolation enough that I can usually push the thoughts of how Marisa is going to feel aside, but I am still vulnerable, especially during times of food coma duress. Why _food coma dures...

Tue, 09 Feb, 2021 09.49 UTC

I've started a new _project_. One might ask what that _project_ is. One would get a reply immediately. At the end of each endless, torturous day I sit down with my trusty log-book and pen a few items that resonate most clearly in my mind from throughout the day. One can substitute _Fairphone_ for log-book and _virtual keypad_ for pen. Further, one can substitute _agonizingly brief and routine, but far from painful, unless one counts metaphorically_ for endless, torturous. Paying attention to my surrounding...

Wed, 03 Feb, 2021 14.41 UTC

I enjoyed thoroughly one of my favourite pieces of music last night. _Soubresauts_ by Univers Zero from the fantastic album _Clivages_. I invited my friend to listen, as well. His opinion of the piece differed drastically from my own. Initially he queried if it was made in a DAW. He seemed shocked that it was a band. He said the recorded suffered from sounding like _banging on cardboard boxes_ and called one part _American_, pathetic like _80s or 90s rock fusion_. Now, I respect his opinion greatly, but I'v...

Thu, 28 Jan, 2021 09.48 UTC

The manifestation of peasantry comes in many forms. It is impossible to avoid completely. It's the tacit acceptance of the same five or six meals one dubs _favourites_. It's the same radio station every day on the way to and from work. It's watching the same several of genres of TV shows every evening before sleep. It is closely related to comfort. In a way, being a peasant is conforming to comfort or, better, conforming to a comforting routine. Reticence to breaking out of so-called _comfort zones_ is what...

Mon, 25 Jan, 2021 10.43 UTC

My father phoned yesterday to inform me that my cousin, Amy, had perished in her sleep the previous night. Having stated that, I shall go make tea. I have returned. I walked to the kitchen, found the water in the kettle not yet to the point of boiling, so I did not linger. Soon, I shall check it again and achieve my momentary goal of beginning the process of creating tea. So, my father phoned yesterday to inform me that my cousin, Amy, had departed the _entorno_ of the living the previous night. Before I...

Thu, 21 Jan, 2021 15.32 UTC

So, I received my Fairphone 3 yesterday. Sure, I could have bought a Fairphone 3 **Plus**, but I decided I'll grab the camera and audio upgrades a bit later and install them myself. Why? Well - to get into the spirit of Fairphone! Open hardware! Imagine that! Fuck Samsung. The first thing I did was unlock its bootloader. This essential part of removing stock Android and placing a Google-less system on the phone is detailed here[^a]. However, once I enabled developer tools, entered into developer tools, sel...

Tue, 19 Jan, 2021 09.16 UTC

My adventure yesterday with my Galaxy m30s ended in disaster! Yes! I didn't even get to the "installing TWRP" part. Because said phone is famous for being difficult to modify and even though the bootloader has been unlocked since the dawn of the multiverse, flashing it was obviously not a good idea. I used these[^a] instructions to patch the latest m30s firmware with Magisk so that Magisk could live in the recovery partition on the phone. On this magical Samsung device, Magisk can ONLY live in the recovery ...

Mobile phones
Mon, 18 Jan, 2021 12.37 UTC

I'd really like to install LineageOS on my current phone - a Samsung Galaxy M30a - as I've been inspired once again to rid myself entirely of Google[^1]. I was nearly there next year. An olden phone, made of charred wood and reptile sinew, was running LineageOS. My only contact to Google was using IMAP to gmail. Alas! The universe conspired against me and I received the M30a as a gift. LineageOS was not available for it during that ancient October. Before, of course, I could not thurk banking applications...

Sun, 10 Jan, 2021 17.03 UTC

A few days ago, I began the journey of migrating flavigula.net to _static-generated_. So one could say that now my blog, music meanderings, poetry abominations and various other diddlings are now generated directly from the primal static of the universe. The primary file of code that accomplishes this feat is [here](https://github.com/inhortte/martenblog-elixir/blob/master/lib/martenblog/Http.ex). The generation "engine" (I laughingly call it an "engine") is pretty specific to my personal needs. It could be...

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