SoupDiary

This is the log of a soup eater, here you can find notes, thoughts, drawings, recipes, and whatever is sketchy and WIP fetched from the wiki to this soupboat page

Images and API

05/11/2021

Finally I understood how to write a function in js, to use the wiki API, and to fetch the images from here. so here you go, another test image:

The crunchy and the chewy pt.02

04/11/2021

what if the crunchy and the chewy were also qualities which describe the intensity or density of relations? and what about the creamy and the gelatinous? and all the in-between combinations?

The crunchy and the chewy

03/11/2021

prechè non ti piace questo capitolo fottuta stronza API?

I like these two adjectives, they trigger my imagination, although I'm too tired now (02:52) to write.
Accept it as an open note. adios. and I want to read this book sooner or later "TechGnosis: Myth, Magic, and Mysticism in the Age of Information".

Il croccante the crunchyness

02/11/2021

Today I finally understood how wiki's API functions, and I also started to think about crunchy food. I still don't know if there is a correlation between the 2 things, but one thing is sure: soup can be a very easy and fast to prepare comfy food to be eaten during long sessions of coding. The only cons is that there is a quite important scarcity of crunchyness. Is there something as warm and cuddling as a soup, but crunchy? The only thing I could think about is bruschetta, in a way, but it doesn't really satisfy me as an answer.
Using API is maybe not so crunchy at the beginning, it is actually very rubbery and chewy. How to restore the crunchy within something chewy? Is the crunchy as a feature only related to a structure and its contents or can it be applied to a coping method too?

A nomadic soup eater

25/10/2021

I like the image of a soup eater because it's a figure that potentially traverses many different positions across the strata of social structures and history. At first I thought of the soup-eater as someone wearing pijama and sipping a filling beverage from a warm bowl; comfy home slippers covering their feet, and cold rainy weather outside. Or someone swigging with relish an exotic-flavoured mush in a restaurant. Then I remembered my grandma's stories about her childhood and how she would eventually dilute the onion soup during and immediately after the Second World War, although maybe it's not necessary to go that back in time in order to relate to an image of the soup eater as someone who doesn't have the means to afford fancy elaborated meals. And more very cheesy examples, the bored soup eater who doesn't want to think about what to eat, just trhows random things into boiling water and blends them all, the painter soup eater plays with the colours of the veggies, and so on
...WIP...
I like the idea of the soup as aggregator of realities, a constraint related to sedentary life and comfy households, but also a travel-machine in which such realities can meet each others. ...WIP...

"The move from one mode of subsistence [hunting and foraging] to the next one [sedentary agriculture] is seen as sharp and definitive [...] Each step is presumed to represent an epoch leap in mankind's well being" but the truth is that"