Stasis Clock

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 ...

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,...

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...

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 ...

The stillness of quiet eyes. They observe the world. Every floating particle. Every sound. Mistake. Meaning connecting dots. Heartbreak. Destruction wrought both within and witness to other burdened hearts. Stillness meets your quivering lips. A little snot dripping. Bringing the childish feelings to old age.  Hurt. Years breathe down like sandy patterns. Sound dances underneath forming little words. Your history down, down, until it sinks. Belief. Then faith. Then finally. Your hope. Your dreams. You are reborn. No. No. No. Enemy shackles you again. The claw digging down your new skin. Drawing little scars. You cry. Weeping at the unfairness of evil games. Your eyes drew with cold. They see every particle. Every moment. Fine. I will be fearless. Hold it still. Destruction at self. Power. Strength. Then it all breaks very loose. No structure. No whimpering. Just steel. You fail. You slip. The rust bits. The claw scraps the cold steel. And it all heats up. Cracks finish your tale. D...

Friday and Saturday were spent binge watching conferences and interviews. I was watching a video made in the 80s of bell labs explaining the power of Unix. There was a scene where, writing in the terminal, a famous computer scientist entered a command and zoom! It made me jump. I thought the screen was burning up with a laser. As the graph formed it strangely faded quickly. My poor geek heart couldn't take much more. This whole video had so much history! These legends are the people whom I am learning from through observation. Their words, ideas, thought processes and the way they talk about life itself gives me brilliant clues. How do they think? How do they feel? So much of the powerful coding and specific kinds of problem solving has been lost to convenience and provided abstraction layers. Not many developers need to get into the gritty mindset anymore. Not that I blame the industry. I just find the methods they use back then, their approach in the 1960s-1990s, helpful. Softwar...