I read the book _Behold the Man_ by Michael Moorcork possibly twice when I was approximately 21 years old. I recall suggesting it to various friends. They also read it, though most likely only once. One friend was Raun, and he told me that it was not to his taste. Those were not his exact words. He related that the _style_ of the novel didn't emulsify his gravy. The style is indeed choppy, but so is life, in my opinion. In any case, it works for me. In specific, this morning and yesterday, I was thinking a...
I recently finished _An Artist in a Floating World_ by Kazuo Ishiguro. It was the only novel I'd never read by him. I've read others multiple times, especially _The Unconsoled_, which remains one of my favourite pieces of literature. > How so much more honourable is such a contest, in which one's moral conduct and achievement are brought as witnesses rather than the size of one's purse. I'm reminded of the film _Ghost Dog_ where characters often remark that _ancient Japan must have been a strange place_ o...
I began a new _routine_. I've noticed over the last years that I don't listen to music as deeply as I used to. I am speaking of music that is not related to my own, of course. I used to spend intimate hours with albums. They converted to fluid pumping through my living corpse. Though it is a wholly different story, this _routine_ began very late in my life - let's say at the age of 14. In any bag of box cutters, in recent years, music that is not of my own creation has been relegated to the backdrop. I find...
Sitting at Katr, waiting for a hungover James to awaken from his hibernation, I'm mildly shocked to hear _There Was a Little Boy_ by Toy Matinee dribble down from the sound system buckets. It's been centuries since I've listened to it, though I recognized it almost immediately. Normally, I'd be filled with nostalgia and start ordering beers, but I've been trying to work past _normality_ for a good while now. Fuck um. ...
As I have noted, I changed the architecture of Martenblog. Specifically, I rid it of MongoDB, opting for a filesystem storage. Even the topics themselves are represented by a colossal json that occludes the memory of several partial universes. I'm content with the new _form_. _Form_ is a word that our happy-go-lucky chum Christian often uses to describe structures created and maintained since antiquity, and mostly in the realm of musics and arts. He is very happy-go-lucky. In fact, he is so happy-go-lucky t...
The new Martenblog system is in place. Rejoice. I've swiped the subject of this entry from the Peter Blegvad song dribbling from my immaculately white studio monitors. We all know the name of the specific song, so I shan't go into details. The point now is to test an EDIT of an entry. ...
I'm in Ruidoso with my parents once again, at the Inn of the Mountain Gods. I've perused the area for a while and haven't seen a sign of any actual Gods. However, they may be in a form that is not obvious to me. For example, they may be some of the duck-like creatures floating on the lake, waiting to smite anyone who gives them a passing, peculiar glance. I say so because I've heard that Gods are arbitrarily wrathful. Or, they may be one of the multitudinous microbes that infest the mouth of a screaming inf...
Though I ignore it as much as possible, I am at times hit in the face (or thorax, or abdomen) by the naked capitalistic greed of the country in which I currently reside. My glorious mobile service provider, AT&T, is going through a cessation stage for what they term as _incompatible phones_. What is an incompatible phone, you may ask? Well, my **Fairphone 3**, for one. Any phone that is not either bought blatantly with a Jaundiced Orchestration of Corporate Kibble (furthermore abbreviated to JOCK) or someho...
My ears are ringing, exacerbated by an unknown illness that has occupied my body for the last six days. Is it receding? I hope so, because along for a ride with it is a depression that is not quite crippling psychologically, but close enough to be a consistent itch. Do I like itches? I do not like itches. The funk has not prevented me from composing, however. That being written, the newest piece, at first designed to be part of the Naviar Haiku challenge, is strangely lacklustre. Many ideas lounge about it...
The last two days, and including this morning, I have a marked lack of energy, both psychologically and physically. I presume the culprit is the wasting illness that has plagued me for several centuries. It's a wonder that there are any cells left in me. I should be a grey wraith wandering in Pagan Park. Perhaps I am and thus hallucinating my current life, including typing on a laptop I named _Pennanti_. The fate wouldn't be so bad, in fact. Regaining semblance of _energy_ today will involve imbibing commo...
Accumulating music equipment is may way of subconsciously telling myself that I'll be in the states a while. A Modal Argon8 is on the way, as well as a Subdelay phaser. I spend a small chunk of each day researching ways to expand my sound, which involves sitting in front of the computer watching videos on Youtube. I much prefer reading technical reviews, as I can go through them at my own pace. Videos force you into the pacing of their author. Video producers, no matter their intention, are a type of conduc...
