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I can enjoy today

Coding is going well. My iPad is being used a lot. As I am just writing. Writing different choices and seeing what sort of experience they make. I use a text editor. No code compile. No bug checks. Just the symbols and my sound world living. I write statements like they are writing themselves. Like I am speaking sentences. Genealogy is very invigorating. For me, its like going back in time, and with code, I am creating an interactive world. These statements are the basis which all these little interactions may be designed. I am so excited. Complete control of how I want to do genealogy and family history. I have never been into the pedigree charts or lifeless data. I wanted dimension. Feeling. Experience. And now that I can code, I am going to bring that here. Bring it all to the present. Today. Not to say that the old methodology is useless. Quite the opposite. The software I am making and creating is about adding more. Like marble cake. A little sugar. A little swirl. More to it than...

Pen Name

I have picked the name Clacahan As my creative name for work and writing.

Journal entry #2

No more questions. No more pondering out. No more stepping aside. Trying to step around myself. Look to the river. Sink right in. Or. Flow with it. Sink then swim. Niether. Dive in. No. Flow with it. Guide your crazy atmospheric pressure. Guide the propelled plane. Balance the helicopter. Stationary flight. Stationary hover. Guidance systems. Alerts. Deep breathing. Deeping wonder. Look to the heart. Open your minds eye. To your side. And inside. Its okay. I am myself. I am okay. No more wondering. When the Lord knows me. He knows what He is guiding. Let the promptings flow and float your wandering. Guide and strengthening. Making us sure. Guiding the strength and flexibility. Tendons locked in. Tendions flexing. Tendons growing. Then stop. As too much true grates the body from flowing.  I cannot hold this forever. Time to flow. Time loop is the troop for which sound goes. My platoon. My charge. Titan. Altas. Strengthening the general order. Guiding together. Holding up the chin up...

Journal entry

Transistental thinking. By apply what I want, it collapses the ephermial place of transformation and solidifies the concept. Connection established. By doing this I am giving the high state that is very vunerable and highly transistental to solidarity and permanance. Sometimes I want to preserve the transistent thoughts occuring but solidify the thought process, so I may move on. This is why I write. Writing allows me to write down my thoughts and soldify them. Transistion from fluid state to solid state. A crystalline state. This crystalline state only occurs when I inject myself into the process. This is the crystalline matter. What is self similar is me in every matter. Every particle. By placing a desire, or thought or aspect of my core being, the process is integrated and saved. By writing with feeling I am injecting myself into the thought process. Simple. And easy to remember. On the other hand, the reverse may occure. I just need to cycle where my sound sense and kinentic time ...

New Song

Here are the new songs that I am listening to, and some songs that are turning into classic traditions for me. "怪獣の花唄 - Kaiju no Hanauta" by Vaundy "F1 Theme (Epic Version)" by Mathias Fritsche "嘘 - Uso" by SID "Light Years" by Stellardrone "Billions and Billions" by Stellardrone "Resonance" in the album Odyssey by Home "End Of The World Sun" by 65daysofstatic The reason I included the album name with "Resonance" is for the album picture. I love it. I wish I could go back into the time of the early 60s when they were messing around with computers. It gives me a nostalgic feeling and focus. To create software that harmonizes both time and concept. Non-linear time. The place where different languages phases in and out of existence. A chaotic field of information designed with heartfelt hands. Guiding. Directing. Organizing a frame then to the next. A place of mine that is in the virtual field of reality. Now,...

Harsh

I am getting close to releasing my frustration here. The tightness I feel in my body is slowly releasing. I feel better. Here I am writing one of the last post on this particular timeline in my life. To all those who may read. If any are reading. Let me make one thing clear. I care a lot. The people I walked around and followed in High School. They were the ones on my minds. To receive such cold treatment hurts. Whenever I heard something miserable happening in their life, I come home from school and cried. I wanted to help. I wanted to show support. I wanted to be there and be a friend. Yet I was judged on how well I followed social expectations. They did not know how much I cared.  If there was anything close to love that an immature teenager could have, I loved the people around me. Not just the crushes I developed, or people I chased, but anyone I considered my dear friend.  I noticed every time someone was grumpy. When they acted different. Or when they acted out of chara...

Companion Project

Last Friday, Last Saturday. I worked on my markdown project. I watched interviews of legends from the 70s-2000s. I get and got inspired. I opened up my device and ssh into my server. I navigated to the directory holding my markdown project. Above in the parent folder, I entered `cargo new meta-code --lib" command. I generated a new Rust project. Inspired by Ken Thompson for Unix, Brian Kernighan for his writing of AWK and other tools, and DHH for Ruby on Rails. They are famous for the kinds of work that are revolutionary. Language creation or systems that are infinitely extendable and facilitate other software generation. My new crate is designed to be a companion project. Rust code that will generate Rust code and write the output into a source file. Using file piping to focus the writer to the file. This way when I use the library I created, I can create concise and rich abstraction that extends my reach while coding. Imagine one code line writing hundreds of lines. Restart and ...