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Emlekkonyv
Sun, 10 Sep, 2000 04.00 UTC

The good news is that Dana and I are communicating again like good *creatures* should. The bad news is that I have Vesna here, also communicating well, happy and semi-satisfied. She said a few very poignant things last night with which I agree wholeheartedly. She said I should love her not because she is *good for me*, but because she is great. What she means is that I should love her for who she is, not what she does. Dana said the exact same thing. The way she is, not her doings, aspirations, etc, shoul...

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Tuzla
Vesna
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Wed, 30 Aug, 2000 04.00 UTC

Tuzla, Bosnia with Vesna. My right contact is irritating me. One moment. It is still irritating me, but I refuse to let its petty annoyance balk another few paragraphs of deft, incisive wit. See what I get after finishing *A Confederacy of Dunces*? Back to the matter at hand: Tuzla and Vesna. I was just informed by her, poking only the upper one fifth of her naked body out of the cracked bathroom door, thaht the icy water of the intermittent shower was *too cold for Vesna*. In this fabulous city, water is...

Australia
Emlekkonyv
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Haiku
Christopher
Sat, 03 Jun, 2000 04.00 UTC

![Day One](/images/blog/emlekkonyv/20000603/day_one.jpg) > Three yellows, one brown > Children kicking plastic balls > Screaming at pigeons ---------------------- > In Chris's fingers > One strip of translucent tape > To muffle a child ---------------------- > The cooing flock lights > A blanched dead against the green > Chewing and staring ------------------ > Plump as a pigeon > A child squeals in the distance > Ready for roasting ---------------- > Bland, loud and selfish > Soulless hus...

Munich
Nostalgia
Emlekkonyv
Sun, 30 Apr, 2000 04.00 UTC

I fucking hate Jeníček. He is a sheep. He is worse than a sheep because he wants to go home and shag his laptop instead of doing things that people who are **NOT** sheep do, like drinking lots of beer until they vomit for seven days. I fucking also hate waiting for the **DAMN** metro with this smelly kurva sitting behind me. I must hold my breath and shag with a large black man. Jeníček is addicted to his laptop. He does nothing but shag it all day. Jeníček is so fucking stupid that he would rather sit on t...

Elaborations
Programming
Java
Wed, 04 Aug, 1999 00.00 UTC

It is wacky Tuesday. In two days it shall be Acy day. Imagine that (imagine that)! How well has bob (in all of his slothful grandeur) progressed with his chat application? Hm? Well, not really any at all, if the truth need be known. The initial item in my two entry list circa two days prior has been completed, but the second not even touched. A new problem has cropped up, as well, and I shall enumerate it here: The ImageButtons cannot load their images because the images can only be loaded by the ap...

Programming
Java
Work
Mon, 02 Aug, 1999 00.00 UTC

I am concerned about the Chat application that I was so eager to take on. It is not as though i cannot handle the coding aspect, but instead have a pronounced lack of assertiveness in production. What shall I do to curb this incessant desire to dawdle in sloth? Well, first of all, I need to run the application and list the things which should be APPARENTLY improved/fixed/added. Here goes. - An applet parameter or a command line argument must specify whether the chat instance is in 'operator' mode or no...

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Oberon
Fri, 30 Apr, 1999 04.00 UTC

Scott's gaze to me is exceedingly curious, as if he is expecting me at any moment to be pummelled. I wonder what Melanie's words were preceeding the snapping of this photograph. I look very much as if it was not expected. That is, there is no poise or silliness in my demenor, a facet of my personality that manifests itself when some human being who is psychologically associated with me begins to aim the camera (and I am noticing their actions, of course). The drink I quaff (not in the photograph, but surel...

Oberon
Relationships
Tue, 27 Apr, 1999 04.00 UTC

*Black* is in my head, annoying my restless neurons with how it relates to my situation. The craziness of last night haunts me like a receeding dream at which I try to clutch but recall only snatches that blur even further into grew forgetfulness. Another person with whom I was very close is gone and no amount of insolent kicking of my legs or wailing like a forsaken ghoul into the night will make her come back. Two weeks ago today I told her *goodbye* and two days prior to now she said she cannot return t...

Work
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Mon, 25 Jan, 1999 00.00 UTC

Now I shall attempt to gleefully continue my work on James's project, hopefully in a successful manner. Hawkwind spills out of the speakers and I am reminded of the particularly lengthy day during which I completed most all of the tournament management tool and left an imprint of the event in this elaborative mishmash of words. My mind is also on Magdalena, with whom I spent the majority of yesterday. I wonder if she will keep her resolve to leave Daryl. I hope. Why? Well, because I want her to be hap...

Elaborations
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James
Wed, 20 Jan, 1999 00.00 UTC

Well, quite a bit has changed since the last entry of "elaborations". I shall probably fortunately not go into details, however. Morrissey croons above my head and struggles to raise my eyelids from their half-closed position, mostly unsuccessfully. My fingers are having quite a bit of trouble efficiently hitting the correct keys to form these tenuous words. No explanations necessary, I suppose. Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head. I must work on the software for James, the lines of broken...

Religion
Instinct
Escapism
Self-preservation
Wed, 26 Oct, 1994 00.00 UTC

Thoughts on "self-preservation": Many human "goals" can be stretched, expounded on, then compressed back to the concept called 'self-preservation'. Is this extremely simple yet powerful instinctive sense an integral part of most everything we do? Jayson provides a few excellent examples, though I shall not elaborate exquisitely upon them. Simply: the avoidance of large, hairy beasts with sharp claws and pointed teeth. I suppose this may be a purer, unadulterated... or better yet, non-camouflaged instance ...

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