At one point in my life, I knew Python well. That point has receded to the point that much of the syntax escapes me. Though more so than the syntax itself, the practise of using list comprehensions and generators escapes me. Well, it _escaped_ me. It no longer escapes me, as I am using these constructs in my current Python programming, though I'm certainly not adept at it yet. I have no recollection of using list comprehensions or generators when I initially obsessed myself with the language. I believe I wa...
It is a good morning. It is a good morning despite having the feeling that Marisa is irked at something. Of course, I could be placing the origin of her being irked upon myself, which makes me an egocentric offal ball. More likely, and I'm thinking positively here (but again, _thinking positively_ means that somewhere in my sodden brain, I am searching for what **I** may have done to cause the _irk_), she is irked because of her need to go to work early. She always needs to go to work early. Shouldn't she b...
Which song was singing in my head as I awakened prematurely a bit before six? _Ragamuffin Dumplin'_ by The Stalk Forrest Group. What song shall I listen to when the album containing the song that was singing in my head as I awakened prematurely a bit before six is successfully transferred from the Fairphone to _Myx Nulu_? That'd be _Ragamuffin Dumplin'_ by the Stalk Forrest Group. I'll even send it via Telegram to Christian so he can ignore it but without fail joke, jest or assume that I am **drunk**! What ...
It's morning in Logroño. For a Logroño morning for me, habitually, it is an early morning. During dim epochs, I'd fall back to slumber for at least an hour after Marisa awakened, arose and began to prepare for her working day. Well, not today, sonny! My time in Seminole was an inspiration in this way. I was truly content with the morning routine that I created. I want to in part duplicated it in Logroño. Perhaps _duplicate_ isn't the best word. I want to _interpret_ it in a Logroño context. The process begi...
As I was previously typing this paragraph, Pennanti burst into white and green, copper-like flames and engulfed the house, a portion of the _manzana_ and the pumpjack around the corner and then consequently reduced several infinities of quantum universes to the entropic state to which they rightly belong. As I am re-scribing, I'll attempt to reiterate. I sit at a card table, an ancient card table, on which sits the ZEDi. The table uplifts the mixing apparatus from the filthy carpet. By writing _filthy_, I'm...
A simple query in SQL has turned into a semi-frustrating learning path in Ecto. Specifically, I need to write a macro to interpolate a sequence of equalities joined by _ors_. As I have never written a macro before in Elixir, badgering it doesn't seem to work. Or it only works momentarily and then causes a **ruckus**. I realise that macros are thurked at compile time. This is not the issue. I'm befuddled about the actual interpolation process. So, today I'll dedicate time to reading and experimenting. My omn...
The elephant is eating wafers. I just bought another Eurorack module. It occurs to me that I don't have an infinite amount of money. I won a good amount at the casino during these last days, but I should watch myself. If I also purchase a new laptop for 1723€, funds will be well diminished. I rarely worried about money issues during former decades, but living in _stability_ introduces the concept of _money concerns_ more tangibly. It's a large part of the domestic life. Living from meager pay stub to meage...
Vincente Amigo warbles from my Motorola phone. I'd transmit his warblings to my headsets, but I don't really feel like it. I'll enjoy his acoustic bumblings from a bit of a distance. As my _amigo_, Christián, is obsessed with Flamenco, the _genre_ of music that Vincente "belongs" to, I choose to listen and (attempt to) absorb such artists time and again. I haven't been too successful, truthfully, though on third listen, elements pattering around me during these moments do have **their** moments. That is, He...
Insomnia. It must be either something that I ate or an interior psychological taint that awakened me at four and leaves me sleepless. So, instead of moping or stringing up more Mennonites, I'm sitting in my bed in Seminole and writing. Thus, my morning routine begins early. On the topic of routines, the deadline for the new _Disquiet Junto_ is today and it is all about routine. Specifically, the resultant composition should follow a daily routine, or, rather, be an interpretation of a daily routine. That ...
I awaken from slumber thinking about Jazz Standards and analyzing their chord progressions with reference to their melodies. I've spent a good amount of time doing such things, though not in a while. When I was writing much of _Jēmaraz_, I was highly influenced my my studies of different Jazz Standards. Since then, I've drifted into a modal territory that is wholly my own. It's time to take a step back and see how my new methods line up with studies of Jazz Standards. So I'll put some time aside to go throu...
The synthesist known as grüm~pé sings in my ears. Well, he doesn't actually sing. His synthesizers sing. This is a preferable state of affairs as whoever said _the human voice is the most beautiful instrument_ was a moron. He / she / it clearly knew nothing of synths. grüm~pé is an inspiration to listen to. Most of his music is done on Modular and his use of timbre encourages me to fiddle with the modulation parameters of my Argon8 until the pads of my paws are raw and running, and especially fiddle with th...
