Drunken Dionysus the songwriting magus

(define (flatten l) (letrec ((f (lambda (x y) (if (list? x) (append (fold-right f '() x) y) (cons x y))))) (fold-right f '() l)))

Thought while I was down with the flu but still working I might share this monster with you which I just derived today as an alternative form of flatten, which is really a beauty rather than a beast*. (letrec) ftw :D.

* Of course some people might shrink in horror from this example of recursion, but I'm slowly getting used to it as I learn to cope with the many variants of Scheme.

I've been reading over the code to cl-canvas, a LISP library which allows you to do basic graphics programming in CLISP or even I believe in SBCL (among others) within Windows.

Looking at all the hic:def-function, hic:ff-defun-callable and hic:with-foreign-object forms within the module, I'm starting to realise. I might not know much about LISP besides the basics right now, but with the capacity to pass functions to functions as parameters and abstract the graphics layer, this is shit easy (or at least a lot easier) to create cross platform graphics code! I mean, the FFI basically seems to totally abstract the process of loading DLL's or other shared objects, and thats pretty fucking cool. I'm now really looking forward to attempt an install of LISP in a Box as well as SBCL at home to work this stuff out bit by bit.

Truly breathtaking. Thanks Digg :)

Nice little video about my favourite subject of all, the C-word, featuring David Icke, David Lynch, Grant Morrison, and even a bit of Neil Kramer :)

As I fly above the islands of Albion
I feel as though I grow into God
The heartbeat of our ever loving mother
pumping lifeblood into me as here I am
within the womb of God

I can hear the echoes of the outside universe
And feel the emotions of mother as she nurtures me
As all is perfect in this place
All in all, All is... Nothing at All.

And in each full pulse I grow
Forwards, backwards, up, down,
Expanding in all directions
As the oceans thrum lovingly
Between earth and moon.

The jellyfish tendrils of the city below glow
As if lying upon the ocean's silent floor.
Gently drifting by me. Still in infinity.
Invisibly growing, elegantly.

But I feel that, as I question, I separate...
As I ponder I wander... further from the place I originated.
I turn to face the chittering chattering questioning
And again get lost... till I sit still...

Calming my mind to find the roaring silence...
As I cease to hunt and seek, I see the invisible vistas...
Where I touch an emptiness is bliss that can then cease to exist.
As all in all, all, is nothing at all.

I build this place but does this matter?
To clutter, distract... the view from the gut dropping void.
As intelligence patting itself on the back knocks itself back into whats the matter?
When after all it doesn't matter at all...
In all the mountains stand... the seas rock back and forth...
The oceans move the land without reason.
The seasons change slow upon the Wheel of Real as they wish.
As a moment... raindrops falls... it will never catch the one below.
As all in all, all is nothing at all.

And my addiction to this... questioning,
to this reaching in to understanding
Is standing under original feeling
And revealing God's sigh by continually asking "Why?"
So I seek to explain through these words of admitted confusion
That are blessed by the sun and the moon and the changing seasons

Adaptations of the unfolding petals of creation
Cause friction if I try to hold them.
With the jewel within witnessing the moment
I return to the ground with the present wrapped in my heart.
The gift from the ever flowing river.
The one day blooming flower
The shooting star the afternoon shower all passing by
Impossible to tether
Only to be noticed... and to be loved.

To be joyously praised as I grow in God-mother's belly
towards that light which is the moment of birth
Towards which I swim in perfect timing with the everything
For everything is EVERYTHING
And everything is nothing.

As all in all... All is Nothing at All.

I have wheat shoots sprouting in my measuring cup which I've been slowly sprouting over the last several days. I'm going to be using them to make rejuvelac eventually, if I don't manage to eat all of them first :P. They're so tasty!

Why be normal?

Be PARA-normal instead :P

"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observed."
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, as Sherlock Holmes.

This is the artwork that veleda, espiritkat and myself created for our Glamour Bombing/Quauour working with feyonna and L. The work of creating it consisted of following certain strictures set forth by Hadit in Liber AL, followed by an invocation to Quaour which was quite powerful. veleda then found the images to use in collage, and worked out some placements with espiritkat, who then made a black and gold shimmering background where the collage pieces would later be glued. I then painted the Ru in the center, the radiance coming from it and the song lines (bringing the vision down from heaven to earth), and all the other painted stuff, then affixed the collage pieces where they needed to go.

We were all pretty happy with the final result. Hopefully it brightened the day of some ppl walking about the Park ;).

I loled hard :D

It's a glorious day today :D. Why, I hear you ask? Because today is Friday. And that is the day before Saturday - the day that I begin my two weeks of vacation.

Bon voyage all! I'll be seeing you real soon... :)

Today I discovered, quite by accident, how to make the perfect crisp-bread. I had a batch of sourdough starter that was 3 days old (!) or more, and I was trying to turn them into cupcakes. That didn't work, but I noticed that the drippings around the sides of the pan which had crisped earlier tasted almost exactly like Jatz Crackers!

So it turns out that the alcoholic taste that the yeast imparts after too long, when it dries slowly along with the "dough"/batter, until the point where all the water has gone out of it, leaves a taste almost like cheese crackers. My guess is this may partly be to do with the dead yeast cells drying out and producing a kind of natural MSG.

So if you ever waste a sourdough or leave a ferment too long, spread a really thin layer on the bottom of a non stick pan, bake at 400 for at least 5-10 mins, then when one side is reasonably crisp, flip it and bake it on the other side.

The whole secret in breadmaking (and indeed in most other cooking is the management of the 4 elements, of which the most important is WATER. In order for crust to form, the 3 fields of earth, water and air must interact with the help of fire in order to crystallize the earthen portion in an appropriate manner. Sometimes you want to keep the water in, other times to take it out... really good cooking is all to do with how you mix these elements to produce a quintessence :D

http://www.dudeism.com/

"Heraclitus
Greek Philosopher

The man who wrote "you can never step into the same river twice" propagated the idea that everything was in flux, or "burning." Consequently one should make the most of it and spark one up whenever possible. And step into the river from time to time, preferably with a cocktail and an inner tube."

Change is inevitable.

We should learn to understand it. Crowley was on the right track with the Yi Ching.

Make the journey out and in.

Im V V7 Im I IVm Im V Im (from "Surf in Heaven")
and #2:
I iii(m) IV bIIIm V... (From "Beauty comes from the inside" by Adrian Woodhouse, a favourite song - lyrics not available online)

Hey, web cats and web kittehs! We now return you to yor regularly scheduled programming. You may be interested, especially you science buffs, in the Chemogenesis web book:
http://www.meta-synthesis.com/webbook.html

An online discussion of current chemical science.

"To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worth while. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter."
-- Aleister Crowley.

Classic :D

I thank the new Australian government for abolishing the ANZAC day long weekend this year in Sydney and several other states. Thanks guys! Way to remember the diggers! Cuz who needs to destroy commerce, right, for a bit of rememberance of people who fought to preserve our way of life, unrewarded, undesiring of war? Who needs to give thanks by resting and thinkin, when we could be propitiating the almighty fucking dollar in their name right?

Fuckers.