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Fri, 08 Jun, 2001 21.28 UTC

After sitting in front of a terminal for most of the day, my brain is in a deflated state. Difficulty concentrating. Plague. Coffee or cigarettes may be the solution. Last night, I created a spectacular pureed vegetable soup (potatoes, parsnips, carrots, leek, etc) which still awaits me this evening. Well, if the woman has not consumed it all. The night before was Panang Curry with eggplant, red bell pepper and carrots over rice. Also damn tasty. If tonight the soup is not enough, I shall whip up some gn...

Fri, 08 Jun, 2001 19.32 UTC

yeah, this is more fun than working. * If there are 3 wells (love, beauty, and creativity) and you can drink from one of them, which would you choose? that's like asking whether you'd drink coffee, vodka or water if you were dehydrated. * Do you wish on stars? no. * Would you kill someone? yes. * Who are you jealous of? no one. * Who would you marry? no one. * Do you think that the people on the gap commercials are cool? i have never seen a gap commercial. * If you were another person, would...

Fri, 08 Jun, 2001 16.39 UTC

If I ever complete any novel-length piece of work, I am going to either title it 'The Ballad of an American Dreamer' (yeah, stolen, but I doubt the originator of the title will care) or 'Shithouse Literature'. I am thankfully alone in the office at the moment. Approximately 30 more minutes of non-itchy bliss. I hate that itchy kind of bliss. It never fails to irritate. Then there is the Christie kind of Bliss, but I think she is in Illinois. The Czech d00d working here poked his head in and rattled off a ...

Thu, 07 Jun, 2001 22.20 UTC

Two nights ago, we attended an 'avante-garde' ballet. I was, frankly, impressed. The music during the first set was fully percussive and incorporated quite nice timbral textures locked in polyrhythmic grooves. Too bad I did not catch the composer's name. Bastard me. The second was a revelling rolick of semi-dark, upbeat symphonic stuff with hoards of balleters scrambling in a frenzy around the stage while a single, white-clad one practised stretches, oblivious, behind the bars of a cage. Near the end, the m...

Tue, 05 Jun, 2001 18.34 UTC

First day at work. Sunday was a stupifying whorl of one stimulus after another. I arrived in Prague at about 5am. I shuffled sleepily around the city (from Florenc to Vaclavske Namesti to Namesti Republiky and finally to Masarykovo Namesti) and boarded the train to Usti Nad Labem at approximately 7.30. I had a few beers on the way and struggled down dry bread and salami. I fell asleep on the train and missed the stop. Luckily, the attendant awakened me before the next stop and I got on the first train BACK ...

Fri, 01 Jun, 2001 18.26 UTC

Errr... drank too much rum last night. Wasted day this shall be. Tomorrow I go to Prague. ...

Wed, 30 May, 2001 16.28 UTC

I made the best moussaka I have ever tasted yesterday evening. To satisfy Vesna, layers of sliced potatoes (along with the usual eggplant and my typical mushroom/onion/garlic/tomato sauce) were added to the whole. Suprisingly, it tasted even better reheated this morning. A yummy breakfast, indeed. I finally accurately recorded the monstrously unrelenting bassline of 'Stone Calendar'. The trancelike qualities whilst performing it should be noted as similar to the focal-on-ambulation idea I mentioned in the ...

Tue, 29 May, 2001 16.29 UTC

Damn formatting. Ah well. Tomorrow morning I should finish finally the govno which must be done to achieve a state of employment again. I should be worried silly about money, but I am not in the least. The problem floats by like flotsam as I walk barefoot on the beach, enjoying the sensation of each step on the sand. Speaking of stepping, I have been trying to apply ideas (twisted in my own manner, of course) from Boris' book on Buddhism (specifically on meditation) to my everyday life. Meditation whilst i...

Tue, 29 May, 2001 16.24 UTC

(defun permute (govno) (cond ((null govno) '(())) (t (mapcan #'(lambda (element) (mapcar #'(lambda (perm) (cons element perm)) (permute (remove* element govno :count 1 :test #'eq)))) govno)))...

Mon, 28 May, 2001 20.58 UTC

So I have just spent an hour updating my livejournal "interests". A few surprising notes: I found another Magma fan, a Henry Cow fan, and a few other fractional siblings in thought. It is just simply amazing the kind of people you can find when you have a site available to the diversity offered on the internet. One thing I did notice, however, and which disappointed me, is that very few journals I perused were written by non-USA-type-people (only one, in fact). Still no work on "Stone Calendar". I shall so...

Mon, 28 May, 2001 15.32 UTC

Whoopie! Today I finalized my residence and work permit in the nefarious, humid, crowded Kreisverwaltungsreferat. Say that 26 times quickly. Fucksheep seems to be down. No idea why. The weekend was filled with pattern matching code which flowed from my fingers and into Emacs flawlessly (well, actually with a few flaws, but they can be overlooked). But, unfortunately, I did not even as much as touch my guitar. Can I will myself to remedy this today? As in the past, the onslaught of encroaching summer hate (...

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