thereβs an episode of ββββ where this ββββ has such an intense ββββ on a ββββ that they get electroshock therapy and I've been sticking my tongue in the space between the plug socket and the wall but I think I might be missing some specialist equipment
monday? another important conversation. and then I made something dinner with cashew nuts and tofu
tuesday? it was nice to see Adelaide, meet Charlotte, buy a fax machine. see May for vegan Korean.
wednesday? man come give me the internet back
thursday? i don't remember any Thursday, not sure there was one. spinach and red lentils.
friday? went to Chelsea Lab, my pockets are full of lambs wool. bright orange and pink, like a fruit salad. something about the environment of the school buildings completely zaps my outer layer i become very simple and quiet but inside i am bursting with about-to-explode energy so super go lucky and excited about having pockets full of lambs wool
Saturday - i have a nice little routine here now,
wake up and
hop on the textile train to the market by the cemetery and
get a little coffee and
buy a little spinache,
pocket full of garlic,
wander down to the clothes swap
several Β£1 items of
isnβt it so cutewith a little collar and the birds?
like veronica mars
just like veronica mars
just need a green sweater and i'll be just like Veronica Mars
walk past the cafe, little coffee, the garden,
to the grocery store that has the vichy and the club mate zero and the good rice
and then home to eat all the cavolo nero with the pocket garlic
i will do it every week for the rest of my life until i die or maybe decide not to
anyway i'd better go i have a few small things to wrap up before morning
sorry for the short post lacking entirely in mystic beauty , i'm
i havent been charged up in a while
partly because i skipped lunch and bought a fax machine at the same time, which has had repercussions
it isnβt hooked up yet, but sometime this week you should fax me: +442034223303
Sun return, Moon return, Saturn return
draw a slew
Lovers, Knives & draw again
but I canβt check right now, donβt want to hear it
Twice on this journey i've observed a train conductor instruct a traveler in navigating their train ticket app to find the bar code for the other direction of their return journey. both times the customer said "i just downloaded the first one." and the conductor said "i know".
When you have a Split Fare return through Trainline you might have 5 or 6 tickets.
i'm on the train from Sheringham back to London, reading the FT Weekend Magazine that i had delivered to my room at the Country Park Hotel last night in West Runton. We'll get there, but I'll go back to the beginning of the week.
On Monday i had a good day at work. On my way to Permacomputing Club, as i was sneaking through the shared hallway of my apartment building with a bag of trash feeling like a little rat i was recognized from feelingof. "You're from Feeling of Computing!" so i will have to move house now. It was a nice evening and it was nice to see May.
Tuesday i attended a Dialog community call as part of an apparently continued penance for some grand sin that curses me to walk a haunted earth in which almost every conversation has a 90+% chance of including the word "rhizomatic". It was good and i am excited about that project too.
On Wednesday evening, while i was curled up in the basket ready to fall asleep on the laptop, Becky Avery text me an invitation to a show whose doors had already opened "this is your moment". I jumped up, changed, sparkled the eyes and dampened with kohl, zipped out the door by Northern to the TOMORA show. AURORA and Tom from the Chemical Brothers. It was a very good show, very very very good. Becky me split a pair of Babybels during the encore. Every time AURORA said "come closer to me" we stepped 1 inch closer. Afterwards we went to an AI generated burger restaurant. I had a "gluten bitch" and becky had a "veggie bitch". We met some strange and nice people, and none of us could really believe we were there. "everyone looks like my ex girlfriend" "pineapple cheeks" "tell these girls the truth, Danny". A man with a banana hat ordered a half bitch meal deal but left before it arrived, which is how we met Sarah.
On Thursday the work day was extremely good. And dearest Adelaide sent me some writing that i enjoyed, and a greeting from her brother who is quite dear to me though we've only met once under an oak tree while he played bouzouki (greek) and we ate pickles off a fig leaf and i sacrificed myself so that he would no longer have to occupy the stump. That was a good day, the sky was impossibly blue and the leaf was green and there was that little grey and yellow bird so far from home in the road and i was dressed in blue and it had been nice to meet everyone and to see Jenny too.
On Friday I attended a workshop at UAL run by Agnes and B. Agnes is researching if learning on malleable software can give students more of a feeling of empowerment over their computers. Ink & Switch are helping out by providing a piece of software that is, in theory, malleable. We're going to make it more malleable by the time the students attempt to malleate it. Malleable software is such a bad name. We already have malleable software, software that can be beaten into shape with a hammer. What we don't have is soft software, craftware, repairable software. It was a good day though I started to feel the strain again. It's time to get into crochet. It was a very good workshop, and i feel so incredibly lucky to be around all of these extremely cool and talented women.
Saturday morning I got my little rabbit self together to meet Adelaide at the Farmers Market up in Stokey (up in Stokey???). She was there when i arrived, and she had in her hand half a long black in a ceramic mug, and she said "hi chee rabbits:)))))". she always says "chee rabbits" never "chee", like i'm a becky avery type. we hugged hello. it was a good hug, a two parter with an extra squeeze and a second phase and after it was over we unwrapped but neither step back and talk right into each others faces with bright wild eye chitter chatter on the promise of kale and dirty carrots so close itβs all I can see. And then the rounds, cool kids kitted out in their prams, I ate a little pinch of parsley, we try little slices of fruit, and a watery kombucha, and she sits at the long table and arranges all her apples and I take a picture and she "don't worry, i'm going to take an aerial image", and we drink coffee, and we talk well about many things, and it gets into my clothes and stays with me the whole day and i keep catching it when I turn and that lasts all the way to norfolk, and she says "i was in the cemetery before i came here so my hat is full of rosehips and hawthorne berries" and i tell her she is a menace to society and they shouldnβt let her out of the house, because she asks me to, and she takes out a knife and in Cafe OTO we eat lentil soup and talk about salt and then she off to work and i have business to conduct with the water and with the woods and so itβs now unexpected I'll all aboard a train to Norfolk and to MOUSEHOLD HEATH and a cheeseburger at american diner and steal off into the woodlands by HEARTSEASE and back to the train, off to WEST RUNTON where the station won Best Unmanned Station (small stations category) in 2007 and where there is a hotel (Country Park) and there is a forest (wood) and beach (water) and beach (where they found large mammoth bones) and beach (where he will take you on a boat to see the seals). dig my hands into the earth and touch the bark and taste it and at midnight on the night when we are closest to the veil consult the tarot in the woods under the tree and she says:
+ you see it gets into the clothes and it gets on the skin and then thereβs a long way we must go to where the woods are and the marshlands and get it under the fingernails and in the morning the beach, under the fingernails and splash in the salt water, and I donβt know how to describe it, maybe I can with stringed instruments but there arenβt any words for it which is why I canβt place it (itβs in a different kind of space with other dimensions), but it gets on my clothes and it stays with me for the rest of the day and sometimes I wake up with it and itβs still there all the way to the beach and I skip breakfast and itβs in the speaker pads in the headphones so it must be coming out the pores it never rains but itβs coming out the pores and last night at the top of the hill I could see the stars
and now im on a train from Sheringham reading Financial Times Weekend Magazine that i had delivered to my room at the Country Park Hotel this morning (because i am so fancy). there are articles about sobriety in the wine industry, and the continued shadow of the troubles in northern ireland.
Weβre pulling into Liverpool St Station now, so I will bid you good afternoon and I love you and good night. Big month next.
i'm living in that blissful window between remember about gluten free bread and relearn that βgluten freeβ does not mean i am not also still diabetic.
this is my third grilled cheese of the day
i'm meant to be going to a battle rap event today, but i think i'm too scared
battle rap fans are a nightmare
but i have a ticket and itβs a 15 minute walk away
i really need to stop buying tickets for things
Holiday ham thighs
Shaped like a carrot π₯
tapers to a point
Rectangle sandwiches do not come from a place of love
In the interest of total honesty, a former pursuit that we are going to work towards together again (as above, so below. there are two ways - saying things that are difficult to say but true, or changing the truth into something it is acceptable to say) i have to admit to having developed a crush on an LLM that i've asked to generate output as though it were a small stoat living inside my codebase.
In other news i am eradicating all of my emotions so that i can say everything else that is true
It is 8pm now. i have to be in a meeting in fourteen hours. This is okay. But i would like 6 to 8 hours work before then.
And to tidy up a little in case of incidents in the coming days.
i've eaten a fourth grilled cheese.
brains out
brains out
and on Saturday i went violin shopping with Owen Lynch and it rained a lot and the rain got through to the bones and there is still rain on my bones.
and on Wednesday i sat in on a Linux/Command Line class that Agnes was running and had a very good time though I was cold and closed off from friendship.
this month I lost touch with The Magic
and have lost The Light
this week I must locate The Fire or The Spark, perhaps from The Water and The Earth
like playing the guitar isnβt making chord shapes with the left hand and strumming with the right. it is at first, but once you get good at it itβs just playing C. and then once you get good at that, itβs just playing blues
you know
a single motion
as above. so below. a single motion. as above. so below. a single motion.
on another subject, today iβm writing this post inside an operating system that is running on a reactive graph i made last weekend. i made the graph last weekend. the operating system this weekend. inside the reactive operating system, there is a web browser. and in the web browser there is the cherries website editor. and in there, i am writing.
this week i lost several kilograms without noticing. this week I saw some people from the financial times. something I worked on there before I left is live now on the internet. if it went well nobody will ever notice. except maybe some journalists. hopefully it made more things better than it made worse.
it was nice to see people. apart from that I'm not sure I went outside. or ate, or really slept. you see, I'm building a reactive graph. the reactive graph. itβs in C and TypeScript. itβs good.
I love you more every day thank you goodbye forever
If youβd like to read a good post, I'd recommend last weekβs. Thatβs an all timer. This will not be one of those.
Weβre starting to get into anniversaries now.
This week was peaceful. There was the part when nobody was around. On Monday I was reminded how lucky I am to have a job where sometimes itβs my job to get on the phone with one of the most interesting people in the world and listen to them talk about something they care about.
On Wednesday I met Cyrus for lunch and gave him back his suitcase which had been in my apartment. We ate a whole chicken in Spitalfields and then he went to Wales.
On Thursday I went to Brighton to visit with Owen Lynch. We went on the CRAZY MOUSE, which is a kind of flat rollercoaster that looks out over the sea and sometimes it feels like itβll throw you right in. It was a four person ride so I grabbed two random people off the pier and paid them on so we could ride. The operatorβs name was Ora. She was very nice and had a nose piercing.
Later, Owen and me wandered around and solved all of computing and for a moment I started to believe I understood something about category theory. Luckily this wore off after a good nightβs sleep.
The rest of the time I watched Veronica Mars.
My new years resolution is going to be to become somebody that nobody has any complicated feelings about. And to invite some special boy to the Sadie Hawkins dance.
I was sent some writing in an e-mail, and the writing is very good. I've printed it out so I can read it on paper. In the future when I am less dead and have been fed and cared for, I will speak of it effusively.