Michal declines to weigh the concept of compounding his trifling Fiction Corpus with a collection of science fiction reviews; cites fatigue
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I think highly of the potency of utilizing English as everyone's second language. I don't believe in the regular steps through which the English tongue is taught.
Honing a person's expertness with a language isn't like producing a stronger crane. A language - a spoken language - isn't merely an instrument that you can learn to employ with greater amounts of precision. A shared language can't be unyoked from the competing values of a tribe of people of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.
Teaching a man to recite English is to rob him of its cultural context. A worthy educator has to find a method of introducing it; the smartest student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. The best dictionaries define words based on a specific corpus, a body of written language of varying scope and consistency. Such a corpus can contain everything from a book about literature to a collection of top fiction novels. I created my "petty" Fiction Corpus in order to form a specific type of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.
I have fashioned a million words and I have investigated them, reformulating them - not merely to teach a tongue but to promote the human soul, and to prod that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.
Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...
Four days after I arrived in Poland, the largely Catholic country was celebrating Corpus Christi, complete with solemn processions down the street. Three days later I had made a solemn vow that if given the chance to express it, I would show love to a woman I had only just met.
I had come to Europe to document people practicing naturism. Preliminary arrangements had been made to meet with an Egyptian nudist visiting the Continent and there was some kind of Pan-European gathering scheduled to take place in Croatia. I had arranged for an assistant to come along with me to help with anything I needed, but when her passport was stolen the night before we were supposed to leave, my plans went awry. I decided on something less ambitious. I would visit a naturist sauna in the city of Bielsko-Biala, Poland which I had just found on the internet. When I got there, I met Margo.
Though I was born in Europe, I had been brought up from a young age in America, living in states as diverse as Nebraska, Ohio and Connecticut. I was taught American values and saw reality from an American perspective. She was born and raised in a village in Poland. She went to work in the nearest town. The nearest city seemed like the center of the world. The American perspective was not something she was ever planning to see.
Margo and I spent over 40 days on the road. We started out as basically strangers, but in those 40 days we started listening to each other. We started teaching ourselves how to cooperate. Our journey across Europe may have ended, but our journey towards each other continues. No amount of fear, anger, sadness, disgust or anticipation can stop hope. Slowly but surely, we're learning how to beat the devils that abuse us.
6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.
I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.
Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.
Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.
Michal's Dictionary: Understanding the word Bit
A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word bit in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word bit, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.
By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.
The more you know about where the word bit is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Bit
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word bit.
Video of me pronouncing "bit."
Definition of Bit
I have yet to publish the definition of bit.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of bit in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word bit.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word bit.
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Usage of Bit in Michal's Fiction Corpus
Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.
I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word bit.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Bit."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word bitand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.
Percent Increase over next rank
RANK
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
dense
competitive
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word bit, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal
A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.
Frame #2131
expedia's got a zipcode. harley's in la palma. that narrows it down a bit. la palmas not very big.
An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone living on Earth, terrorists were plaguing Mars. Two years before the Interplanetary Trade Center was demolished, five explosions over a period of two weeks devastated apartment buildings around Centropolis. Two hundred and ninety-three people were killed. The Revolutionary government began a massive security operation to safeguard more than thirty thousand apartment blocks around the city. The terrorists were undaunted. In the next few years, they took hostages in theatres; they blew up space ships in orbit around Mars; and finally, they attacked a school and took hundreds of Martian children hostage. Too many of them were killed, people said: they blamed the government.
When the waitress brought her the drink I ordered, your mother didn't take to it. I toasted her, but she ignored me, of course. The drink was dark. She took the glass and sniffed it. She didn't like it - too bitter, she must have thought. It was a glass of Fernet Stock, an acquired taste for anyone who isn't Czech - unless you happen to be a bitters connoisseur. Your mother wasn't.
Jesus's uncle was an alcoholic. At the age of fourteen, Jesus witnessed one of his uncle's temper tantrums for the first time. He called his wife a slutty bitch-whore who had two teats for milking despite the fact that she was a cow. "You've got tits in your armpits, you fucking bitch. You're hiding them from me, but I've seen them," he said. "I've got to give you a shave, you dirty pig. We'll find those tits of yours - fucking hairy bitch! Go and sleep with the mailman." His wife was innocent, but Jesus's uncle didn't care. When he was drunk, his wife was a fucking whore - end of story. There was absolutely no way of convincing him otherwise. That night, Jesus walked around with a clenched fist. That was the first and last time he did that.
"Not that we needed someone to push us off the road: my grandfather almost drove us into a ditch - more than once. Every time the road shifted just a little bit to either side, my grandfather was going off, onto the tramway tracks for example. One time, he almost drove us right into a sign! I yelled at the last possible moment - even though I knew it was going to happen: I saw that sign from twenty meters away and we were going straight at it! He was looking at the road right in front of him, not twenty meters away! Not that we were going very fast, but seriously. If the divider lines disappeared, we were lost. He was looking at the oncoming headlights to align himself. Even then, we had close calls. On one whole stretch of road, he kept veering into the wrong lane. Then we stalled! Right in front of a curve! In the wrong lane! I was about to jump out of the car, I was so freaked-out.
A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.
That's why the most ironic thing about Nike's new partner is that he looks a little bit like Luke. He's a short man with curly, dark hair. He's portly. The main difference between them is that Luke has an almost handsome rat face, while Luka has the face of an almost handsome hippopotamus, being both round and square at the same time.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 5, A Man's Features, Paragraph 2, Clauses 1-4
This initially did not disturb me; I only began to worry after my repeated invitations and overtures being politely but habitually dismissed, I began to spot him and his friend at the very same events to which I had invited him in vain, a pattern which culminated at the local festival. There were no punching machines, no Reisenrad, no ice cream; but the crummy rides and amusements did carry the memory of better times, along with the petty consolation that the Viennese Prater was so much better than this dismal place. I challenged Macy to a duel on the air mattress. He said no, he didn't feel like it. After a few minutes, he took his friend instead.
But the radiator was very large, very old and very heavy. It would take no time to heat the room, but the room in question was down two very narrow flights of stairs. Luke was on his way out and I had to catch him - convince him even - to help me carry the radiator down. On his way up the stairs he even asked me if I wouldn't mind just sleeping in Nike's room. But I reminded him of Nike's quality of hygiene, which makes Luke's pitiful habits look pristine. He agreed, and I suspect that Luke's hastiness had as much to do with the odor in Nike's room than whatever appointment he had to keep. He almost broke his back. But the radiator was brought down successfully, and, leaving it in front of Macy's room, Luke left me to my ways.
I was, to say the least, a little perturbed. Although Macy had always insisted on being physically intimate with me, which is not something that makes me comfortable, but which in light of his shyness elsewhere had always seemed to be evidence of our special relationship, this intimacy had never been sexual, and I had no idea what the image of Macy in sexual embrace would provoke in me. This is where my jealousy overwhelmed my better judgment. As I later came to presume, the activity that I witnessed was not pursued by Macy, but was rather a friendly accommodation of Christie's lowered inhibitions.
A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.
Gog and Magog followed the river valleys into the southern mountains. They found two gigantic smoldering peaks [e.g. Mount Elbrus]. Gog sent scouts to investigate them. Finding no signs of divine habitation, Gog decided to wait. Magog told him the people were not prepared to risk a lengthy sojourn in the mountains. They resumed their journey.
"The roof," cried the officer. Shephard fired as close as he could to the man. Pepsi got up off the ground. She was in pain. Her leg hurt. She limped towards the gates. Shephard fired again. He watched Pepsi disappear into the other yard. He fired one last time. He crawled backwards. He jumped to the ground. He ran around to the ruins. In a low growl, he said "Ey-hey, an-may. Air-way are oo-yay?" There was no answer. He said a bit louder, "I ed-say, air-way are oo-yay?" Nothing. He shouted, "Ey, Orge-gay. Say something."
Nike offered her his hand. "I'm Nike. That's short for Nikita." She didn't take it. Nike put it down. "Where are you from?" Silence. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry. I'm a man of bad habits." He eyed Barbara's cloak. She pulled it tighter. "Not like yours."
He watched her chest rise and fall. She jerked her head. Nike calmly caught her glance. He relished the moment. The woman looked to the floor. She said, "You're wrong. Flesh is a bad habit."
The technician who had the morning shift that fateful day couldn't remember if the door had been jammed. A close inspection of the mortise revealed dried bits of something. "This is evidence," said Patsy to the worker. "I'm going to need you to replace this doorjamb."
Clark felt compelled to do the same. He tried to tear off a bit of his shirt. The cloth refused to rip. He tried several times. Pepsi offered to help. Clark insisted he could do it. He attempted to use his teeth. It hurt his mouth. Clark took off the shirt. He put a foot on one sleeve. He tugged it as hard as he could. "I can't believe it," he said. He looked at the policeman. "It was made in China." Eventually, it tore.
A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.
GREY GOOSE: That's not what I mean.
MS. JACKSON: You devil!
GREY GOOSE: Ms. Jackson! Did you confide in the Aussie police - God preserve their infernal souls - your suspicions that I might be capable of murder?
MS. JACKSON: I will not answer you.
GREY GOOSE: Bitch!
MS. JACKSON: How dare you speak to me in such a filthy way?
GREY GOOSE: I will speak to you like that for as long as you deserve it.
MS. JACKSON: How have I merited this barbaric intrusion into my home and this battering of my senses? I am a scorned woman.
GREY GOOSE: Don't start playing the martyr.
MS. JACKSON: You seem to think I'm afraid of telling you the truth. I'm not.
– ACT I, lines 291-300
(LESBIAN enters carrying the heirloom pincushion.)
LESBIAN: I still don't know how you could have mistaken me for your wife. It seems pretty strange.
LUKE: Let's just say that sometimes I'm in a wee bit of a rush. Do you know what I mean?
LESBIAN: Regrettably, I think I do.
LUKE: Life isn't always like playing football. I'm like Kokomo: I burned the money.
LESBIAN: What do you mean?
LUKE: After her problems on American Samoa.
LESBIAN: She was on American Samoa?
LUKE: You didn't know that?
LESBIAN: No.
– ACT II, lines 565-573
(LUKE enters.)
LUKE: Krikey! I just saw Kokomo bailin' outta here. Is everything alright?
FLETCHER: I sure as hell hope it will be.
LUKE: Me too. If it's gonna happen, it's got to happen tonight. I just got word from me manager. He needs me for an exhibition game. I gotta shoot through on the next plane outta here. That's in a few hours. If I can squeeze in a little cut lunch, I'll be a happy man. There's nothin' like havin' a sheila on either side of you. Too right! It's the perfect way to top off a two-weeker.
FLETCHER: Not to mention your honeymoon.
LUKE: That too.
FLETCHER: You have the money?
LUKE: All three thousand dollars.
FLETCHER: Where is it?
LUKE: It's in me room.
– ACT II, lines 232-240
FLETCHER: Oh, marriage! Where would man be without thy warm bondage? Those who fear the rope will never know the pleasure of being tied up: of pushing with all one's might only to stand still. It is a perverse joy, indeed, to take the plunge through the trapdoor: to hear one's soul snapping in two, pushing one's heart into one's throat: to say the words, 'I do.' To wed and then to bed - how old-fashioned an order! One cannot help but desire permanence in such an ever-changing world. To oppose it, lashed to a rock, feeling its weight crush one's spirit, may be a Promethean punishment best reserved for the noble. It is no wonder that only the force of custom and law kept so many together for so long. Matrimony is not for the faint of heart. So watch out, you concubines and concubinaries - you cohabitants and live-in friends: both cataracts and calm pools await you, but no peace at that river's end: just the wide, gaping maw of dissoluteness and abandon: the ocean of human desire, with nothing to do but sink. So swim home, like salmon, and enjoy rest: the comfort you get from being tied up. My prayers were answered: I am a man again - and soon to be more: a husband. Wish me luck, for the night is still young, and many acts of husbandry await me.
– ACT II, line 550
(MS. JACKSON exits.)
KOKOMO: Oh, bittersweet news! That I might have my mistress's blessing to wed her son - her firstborn and only son: her pride and joy - and make a Catholic out of a Christian, when she knows her line - her ancient English stock - would rest entirely in my womb, fills me with great joy; but since that stock, if Madam's fears be true, is filled with an urge to plant one's seed in every jar and hole - to roam rakishly over the countryside regardless of warmth at home - I must gird myself to the possibility that my loins will not be enough: that fear of the yoke will upset my plan to reveal with success this very night my feelings to my beloved Fletcher!
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
"This is truth," said the Astrazeneca.
Sara Lee was shown a picture of Captain Orbitz. She was asked if she had ever met the man. She squinted. She thought about it. She said, "Yes."
I hate the English language. It's too curt. Rape. Suck. Lick. Bitch. Fuck. You. If the words had more syllables they wouldn't be so forceful. Deflowerment. Inhalation. Female Dog. Copulating. Those words don't inflame people's passions.
Orbitz Número Dos smirked. "She's a spy," he said. "The Amazon plants her on the ship. He knew I can't resist that blue tint. Those perfect blue nipples."
"Is she the saboteur?" asked Orbitz Number One.
"No," said Orbitz Nombre Trois. "She is innocent."
"I'm up to something, aren't I?" asked Orbitz Número Dos.
This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word bit that appears in the pair.
Type
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "bit." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.
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From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.
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