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...
The point is to find a middle point ... faith and rationality. Yeah. I wanted to say, at the first, 'faith' and 'belief', though I know it is absurd. Disbelief in rationality scares me. Let's take, for, example, the world in the music 'The Matrix'. It is the end game of disbelief in rationality, because our species will not comprehend that anything else could actually be correct about 'life'. What do I mean by that? 'Life' When we let politicians who have no scientific background rule our lives, then we...
The subconscious may well be formed by belief systems buried and fertilized starting with youth and reinforced repeatedly by parents, peers and culture in general. This buried, fecund structure in our minds is the fundamentalism within all of us. All of our rational thoughts are filtered through it and mostly distorted. They are not rational anymore after this process, of course. It is the source of our emotional tides. Some may say that it is the manifestation of **us** and our moral compass. Cormac McCar...
