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Stefan Israelsson Tampe
Familly oriented and technically devoted scientist
Familly oriented and technically devoted scientist
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I'm back to guile log hacking, fixing bitrot and go through various features and blog about them in order to collect documentation material.
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Pretty close to a nice python compiler and integration in guile via my project:

https://gitlab.com/python-on-guile/python-on-guile

Also some new bytes at my blog about this work:

http://www.c-lambda.se/functional-python-ii.html
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Did a new exploration in combining the python object model and functional objects. Heve fun!

http://www.c-lambda.se/functional-python.html
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Drawbacks with functional programming can be mitigated:

In larger application you would like to separate state data to different parts of your code, which means that you don't have just one state argument in funcitons, but multiple. This tool can make the difference of a refactorization of hell or a refactorization in joy. Do you get it?

http://www.c-lambda.se/call-and-define.html
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I restructured the interesting question to make it seam less controversial. Lol I think a lot of trolls went into action http://www.c-lambda.se/a-deep-question.html
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I write poetry as a way to collect my thoughts and experiences from recent time and condense it into a few lines. As with all art, done by simple humans or by professionals, the interpretation is in the eye of the observer. I like this process and love the creativity behind this. I wish you could see and feel the way I feel and think after putting the last word into print. But perhaps even better why not explore your own creativity whatever that may be. Anyway this touched me.

Children tip toes along with the laughs of the grown ups. When the children of life and the dogs of imagination run around each other, playing. We send some thoughts for our kin, show some of our inner life and maybe seek comfort or acknowledgement in a world that can be hard or gentle depending of the face shown to us by destiny.

A blow of life on it's way. We laugh and this we must keep dear, close in our memories. We fight and work our days forward and maybe, in near future, we can be proud about our accomplishments. A simple act of holding a hand can be magic and maybe the last thing we recognize as the wind calm down at the end of it's travel. Life is magic and pain in one simple breath. Let's love it.
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I'm designing a little for native compilation of prolog code in guile. Here is my current thoughts:

http://c-lambda.se/native-compilation.html
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Whoosh.

Another year will soon begin. We wish happiness and warmth with lot's of moments in the sun. But yet, some of us are, just now, alone in coldness. Happiness is something you feel in the moment, Like cooking food for your dear or when you stop and look up in the sky watching the stars in between a home and a destination. Just having each other is enough for a good happy new year. Sometimes stories are told about frozen sad hearts and I want to think about them, put myself in their position and give them some of the warmth I feel. maybe I write to a pen friend that have had hard times. Say a few kind words to the neighbor in the queue in the food store. Simple things that still makes the world a little better. Sure I'm alone, but I have my kids, my friends and family - that is enough for me and I really don't ask for much more. In reality it doesn't cost much to feel happiness and it is tragic, when I think about it, that some of us walks here frozen in the soul, rich or poor.

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A breath, another one. The midnight ringing is starting, something moves in the shadows, just outside the eyesight. Whispering from times before, memories from past years and people that once moved among us, touched us. We cheer and a smile of historic origin spread among us. If you listen carefully in the night you here the bells that have rung eons of years. The air is vibrating. The octaves is felt in the chest and the after-clang taste as good as an old wine. Cheers we say again, and we wash the past down and let the thought wander towards the future. Not only positive thoughts, trouble may lay ahead in the unknown. But also, always, something good ... the poetry of life.
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