What I'll wear to your burial

Topics: goals, destiny, futility

2016-10-15

Here, I shall set out a few goals for the coming weeks. I shall accomplish but few of them, if any at all, but I certainly have a grand time making *plans* for the imminent *future*.

Before I do so, I shall procrastinate one moment by telling my gentle and teary reader that I am listening to a beautiful album called *The Room* by **Harold Budd**. I recommend it to all. Actually, I began it last night as I was winding down from self imposed lessons in the semi-new GraphQL[1], which so far, toots my muffin mightily. The album itself will wind down soon, possibly just as I am finishing this entry. I shall move on to something more agitative as I continue my lessons.

So, goals:

Rewrite *Martenblog* using **GraphQL**.

Write android / ios app for *Martenblog* using Cordova[2].

Thurk with Tidal Cycles[3] for at least thirty minutes a day.

Continue with **GOAT**, which involves at the moment *Albahaca* and *Stone Calendar*. This will probably not be possible *every* day.

Practise guitar every day.

Vomit on an infant left in a pram outside of a pub every other day.

Snort a powdered anvil.

Stir up a ruckus.

Fuck um.

Scribe brilliances.

Let the debauchery begin.