Sep 2017
disclaimer: i had to change the title, the original was... arsenal of "nukes" / morse code conceptualisation of sudoku - but i had a stunning revelation at the end of this verse.
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what?! me order indian take away?! what do you have me for, a ****** charlatan? americans have their arsenal of nukes, the russians have their arsenal of nukes: me? i have my arsenal of indian spices! beat that: yoo muvva faa'kers! (you know, said as that chinese guy says it, in the first hangover movie).
i.
finally! i found the holy grail of the indian cuisine,
not so much a website that has all the recipes,
rather: it's a dictionary of all the various
curry broths... cook4one.co.uk -
one you have the lingua coquus -
the lingo of what's what - mind you -
i'm like a "mujahideen", in that i know
only singled out words of "arabic"
and am convinced that i'll be bilingual
to fully embrace the jihad,
although i'm neither, hence the inverted
commas,
let's just say: i overshot the mark,
and landed in india, and am not recreating
a chemical experiment:
thinking - **** me, a bit humid 'ere,
in goa?
so the mujahideen's arabic is like my
sanskrit...
but then again: i abide by culinary,
rather than theocratic nouns -
and i'm already bilingual -
i pity those english monolingual
cripples who went off to syria, i really do,
might as well chop off their tongues:
and sit them in a wheelchair,
and teach them arabic in sign-language...
these "warriors of allah" are nothing
but a ****** farce... if you going to fight
for a cause like that: at least speak
the ****** language...
or, as the english say: go back home!
good point, born in poland, but living
in england for 23 years...
where's home?
wait wait, let me get my copernican
compass out...
well... you'd be glad to know:
my home is in the bermuda delta -
****** keeps spinning like a sufi dervish.
anyway, today of all days, two curries,
turmeric infused rice (yellow, always
nice to spot canary maggots),
and? JAH PAAAA TÍ!
**** the difference in flower...
what was i using?
chakki atta (pilsburg group) -
so soft, so tender, so mmm: yom...
last week i messed the dough:
******! you pour in the warm water gradually...
thank god i saved my reputation
as the curry boss of the household...
and as i usually do with dough...
treat it like a punch bag, can't be bothered
kneading the dough, so i punch it.
the curries? ooh... beauties...
for one it was cayenne pepper rather than
chilli powder...
garam masala in both,
which i had to made from scratch...
do you really add turmeric and omit
adding cinnamon? i can't remember.
the first? (oi oi, 'ere comes my "mujahideen"
lingo in sanskrit)
a passada chicken curry... almost a korma
but not quite...
i just remember bashing
raisins in the pestle & mortar, adding almost,
not using any tomatoes,
inviting chicken stock... etc. etc.
the second curry? a chicken saag -
the etymological derivative being?
saag: a general term for tender green leaves
(such as spinach)...
walking into an indian kitchen is probably
more intoxicating than walking
into a parisian perfumery,
or a jewish bakery;
said what i had to say, and that's that.
ii.
now, could it really have been a day when
i wouldn't have attempted, yet another,
reconceptualisation of a sudoku puzzle? no.
began as usual:
6 4 1 2 3 7 9 5 8
3 5 2 8 6 9 1 7 4
9 7 8 1 4 5 2 3 6
8 3 4 9 7 1 6 2 5
5 6 9 4 2 3 8 1 7
1 2 7 5 8 6 4 9 3
7 1 5 6 9 4 3 8 2
4 8 3 7 1 2 ι Δ ε
2 9 6 3 5 8 7 α 1 (ι = 5, Δ = 6, ε = 9
and α = 4 -
total? 24, the number of letters
in the greek alphabet,
as there are, hours in the day:
no wonder people back then
conjured up a "year 0" -
which actually makes the modern
day stoners, looks extremely
lazy when it comes to whacky
ideas);
but that gave me the idea of trying
another interpretation of this
japanese phone-book...
how about morse code? to visualise
things... and how the numbers
lodge themselves in the 9 x 9 x 9 (729) box...
i see this 2D puzzle as 3D, oops...
so it came about - yielding the pen and
original zenith of concept, the hashtag (#)...
(algebraic for end pin-point + insertion):
1a. | | − x
1b. − − | y
2a. − − y
2b. | | x
3a. − | x
3b. | − y
4a. □ − |
4b. □ | −
4c. □ | |
4d. □ − −
which begs the question...
why would you need to invent braille...
if you already had the morse code?
at certain events people are competing
in spelling matches... so...
isn't the morse code a lot easier than
braille?! eh?!
i mean, god really is playing chess,
when he's reading braille...
−− −−− ·−· ··· · | ·· ··· | · ·− ··· ·· · ·−· |
− ···· ·− −· | −··· ·−· ·· ·−·· ·−·· ·
don't you think?
and to think: a drunkard conjured this up;
ah... smoke 'em while ye got 'em.
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what?! me order indian take away?! what do you have me for, a ****** charlatan? americans have their arsenal of nukes, the russians have their arsenal of nukes: me? i have my arsenal of indian spices! beat that: yoo muvva faa'kers! (you know, said as that chinese guy says it, in the first hangover movie).
i.
finally! i found the holy grail of the indian cuisine,
not so much a website that has all the recipes,
rather: it's a dictionary of all the various
curry broths... cook4one.co.uk -
one you have the lingua coquus -
the lingo of what's what - mind you -
i'm like a "mujahideen", in that i know
only singled out words of "arabic"
and am convinced that i'll be bilingual
to fully embrace the jihad,
although i'm neither, hence the inverted
commas,
let's just say: i overshot the mark,
and landed in india, and am not recreating
a chemical experiment:
thinking - **** me, a bit humid 'ere,
in goa?
so the mujahideen's arabic is like my
sanskrit...
but then again: i abide by culinary,
rather than theocratic nouns -
and i'm already bilingual -
i pity those english monolingual
cripples who went off to syria, i really do,
might as well chop off their tongues:
and sit them in a wheelchair,
and teach them arabic in sign-language...
these "warriors of allah" are nothing
but a ****** farce... if you going to fight
for a cause like that: at least speak
the ****** language...
or, as the english say: go back home!
good point, born in poland, but living
in england for 23 years...
where's home?
wait wait, let me get my copernican
compass out...
well... you'd be glad to know:
my home is in the bermuda delta -
****** keeps spinning like a sufi dervish.
anyway, today of all days, two curries,
turmeric infused rice (yellow, always
nice to spot canary maggots),
and? JAH PAAAA TÍ!
**** the difference in flower...
what was i using?
chakki atta (pilsburg group) -
so soft, so tender, so mmm: yom...
last week i messed the dough:
******! you pour in the warm water gradually...
thank god i saved my reputation
as the curry boss of the household...
and as i usually do with dough...
treat it like a punch bag, can't be bothered
kneading the dough, so i punch it.
the curries? ooh... beauties...
for one it was cayenne pepper rather than
chilli powder...
garam masala in both,
which i had to made from scratch...
do you really add turmeric and omit
adding cinnamon? i can't remember.
the first? (oi oi, 'ere comes my "mujahideen"
lingo in sanskrit)
a passada chicken curry... almost a korma
but not quite...
i just remember bashing
raisins in the pestle & mortar, adding almost,
not using any tomatoes,
inviting chicken stock... etc. etc.
the second curry? a chicken saag -
the etymological derivative being?
saag: a general term for tender green leaves
(such as spinach)...
walking into an indian kitchen is probably
more intoxicating than walking
into a parisian perfumery,
or a jewish bakery;
said what i had to say, and that's that.
ii.
now, could it really have been a day when
i wouldn't have attempted, yet another,
reconceptualisation of a sudoku puzzle? no.
began as usual:
6 4 1 2 3 7 9 5 8
3 5 2 8 6 9 1 7 4
9 7 8 1 4 5 2 3 6
8 3 4 9 7 1 6 2 5
5 6 9 4 2 3 8 1 7
1 2 7 5 8 6 4 9 3
7 1 5 6 9 4 3 8 2
4 8 3 7 1 2 ι Δ ε
2 9 6 3 5 8 7 α 1 (ι = 5, Δ = 6, ε = 9
and α = 4 -
total? 24, the number of letters
in the greek alphabet,
as there are, hours in the day:
no wonder people back then
conjured up a "year 0" -
which actually makes the modern
day stoners, looks extremely
lazy when it comes to whacky
ideas);
but that gave me the idea of trying
another interpretation of this
japanese phone-book...
how about morse code? to visualise
things... and how the numbers
lodge themselves in the 9 x 9 x 9 (729) box...
i see this 2D puzzle as 3D, oops...
so it came about - yielding the pen and
original zenith of concept, the hashtag (#)...
(algebraic for end pin-point + insertion):
1a. | | − x
1b. − − | y
2a. − − y
2b. | | x
3a. − | x
3b. | − y
4a. □ − |
4b. □ | −
4c. □ | |
4d. □ − −
which begs the question...
why would you need to invent braille...
if you already had the morse code?
at certain events people are competing
in spelling matches... so...
isn't the morse code a lot easier than
braille?! eh?!
i mean, god really is playing chess,
when he's reading braille...
−− −−− ·−· ··· · | ·· ··· | · ·− ··· ·· · ·−· |
− ···· ·− −· | −··· ·−· ·· ·−·· ·−·· ·
don't you think?
and to think: a drunkard conjured this up;
ah... smoke 'em while ye got 'em.
