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I think highly of the soundness of administering English as a universal language. I don't regard highly the altogether ordinary game plan by which the English language is taught.
Refining one's adeptness with a language isn't like creating a sharper spear. A language - a spoken language - is not merely a tool that you can teach yourself to use with greater amounts of precision. A common tongue cannot be torn from the philosophical currents of a clan 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 deprive him of its cultural context. A good instructor has to find a way to introduce it; the prudent pupil goes out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe words based on a specific corpus, a set of written works of varying scope and consistency. Such a corpus might contain everything from a biography of artists to a bunch of books to read. I lost many a sleepless night laboring on my "substantial" Fiction Corpus in order to form a peculiar class of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in myriad forms. It is a labor of love and listening.
I have crafted a million words and I have codified them, reformulating them - not merely to teach English vocabulary but to be an advocate for the human spirit, and to prod that soul or spirit 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.
As an artist inspired by a young woman's struggle with self-esteem and bulimia, body acceptance had always featured prominently in my aesthetic. Having recently discovered naturism and its mantra of body acceptance in the United States, I was eager to explore the style and philosophy of naturist clubs and the beauty of naturist campsites in Europe. By a trick of fate, I found myself first in Bielsko-Biała, Poland. Margo's home.
From America I brought with me the American can-do spirit. She saw the car that I had bought, the terrible camp stove I had borrowed, and my sundry canned goods and challenged me to make-do. In my optimism I assured her that if we lacked for anything I would make up the difference. She assured me that if she lacked for anything she would find her way to the nearest airport and fly home. Luckily that never happened.
I've never been married. I've never been divorced. I've never had kids. I've never lost my kids. That doesn't mean I can't try to understand somebody who has. By listening to Margo during our trip across Europe I started to consider her needs as if they were my own. I may not have been in a position to satisfy all of those needs, but I was able to shut up and put my own needs aside if I had to for at least 6,000 miles. We all need to be listened to and it is the one need that we all have a duty to satisfy. When somebody prays to another human, as a human you have a duty to listen. Humanity needs to start teaching itself that skill.
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 Branch
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 branch in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word branch, 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 branch is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Branch
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word branch.
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Definition of Branch
I have yet to publish the definition of branch.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of branch in illustrative example sentences
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Usage of Branch 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 branch.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Branch."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word branchand 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 branch, 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 #2150
harley's at the library. la palma branch. theyve got free yahoo on wednesdays. no wonder she set up a date for tonight.
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.
The MTA stationed itself around Olympus Mons and around every major point on the irrigation system, which, after decades upon decades of eager development, became vast and unknowable to men, penetrating far-flung regions with massive amounts of pressure, complicated systems and safeguards, gauges, unseen aqueducts forming strange and multifarious designs - mostly thanks to geography, of course, but also thanks to economics and evolving technology, which insisted on placing new pipes next to old ones, better pumps next to broken ones, and whole new branches of irrigation in previously undeveloped areas wherever greenhouses popped up, according to the most recent wind patterns, leaving old branches completely abandoned wherever dust had made growing unfavorable - but whose first and greatest branch went straight down (in order to beat the Southern Ice Cap Company into submission) to the southern hemisphere, to the Hellas basin, where, being the lowest point on Mars, the first permanent settlements were made (in the dubious hope that the elevation and increased pressure would somehow prove useful to Martian civilization) which, in turn, came to coalesce and grow into the modern urban giant called Centropolis.
Getting off at the station, I walked south to the main branch of the Oder. On the other side, Wroclaw University sprawled itself across the bank. Its distinguished halls were said to be occupied by terrorists. University Bridge was being guarded by Union troops. Good thing I was turning left. When I got to Prusa 42, I pressed all the buzzers. Somebody let me in. On the wall, I saw the name Rothko written across one of the mailboxes. I'm in the right place, I thought to myself. Two flights of stairs and there it was: Marc Rothko, number four. I knocked on the door and waited. The opposite door opened.
In the latest, it read, in a series of ethical dilemmas, Georgetown University has lost yet another controversial professor to the world of big business - this time to Yariba, the corporation responsible for the Olympus Mons Regeneration Center, the chief gear in a massive integrated power and irrigation system that forms the lifeblood of the planet Mars. Yariba Corporation, an energy and transportation conglomerate based in Japan, but with branch offices throughout the red planet, has become interested in Prof. Mae Mac's research in tissue-integrated robotics in conjunction with its so-called Jupiter Project, Yariba's expansion into information systems which hopes to place the management and operation of the Olympus Mons Regeneration Center into the hands of a so-called supercomputer. Prof. Mae Mac, who plans to relocate to Mars, has just returned from a six-month sabbatical in Poland. Back in her plush, three-story home in Alexandria, Virginia, which she shares with longtime companion...
A man is not a rabbit, as my grandfather used to say (whenever he received farmer's cheese on his plate); it's hard to imagine, whatever level of intelligence the first hunter possessed, that, after having dodged left and right in a vain attempt at chase, he didn't decide just to sit there and wait for his prey to come wandering within range. Perhaps having climbed into a nearby kola tree, the first hunter waited patiently while chewing its dry fruit, satisfying his hunger pangs until some succulent piece of game, unaware of its new predator hiding in the branches, came wandering underneath and WOOSH! went the rock, or WHIZ! went the wooden spear, aided by gravity to come violently crashing (or piercing, as the case may have been) right between the shoulders.
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.
I remember counting back the number of days, and, using up all ten digits, I asked Grandmother if the apples could be refrigerated. She said I was perfectly free to do whatever necessary, but as long as that cherry branch was still dead, I was going to have to wait till next year. Everybody laughed; Indiana took the opportunity to speak.
After Indiana had inspected the baseboard, deciding that it was indeed a positive match, and complimenting our grandmother for having such beautiful wood, she took a rag from her (why does Grandmother always have a rag?) and wiped up the water she spilled, noticing, in the process, the branch of cherry tree floating in the small bucket. "What is that?" she said; we all chuckled, since we knew that after Indiana had so innocently disturbed my cherry branch, the question of its purpose would not be far behind; we were all aware of its embarrassing nature. At least we ladies were: I don't know about you. Obviously you weren't paying attention. Why should you care about my cherry branch? You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?
The shadowy, white floating figure - she approached; her pace, fast. Even so, she might hear us: a branch breaking, a rustling underfoot. What would she do? It was dangerous. She had to be listening. Her heart had to be thumping. She couldn't have walked any faster. She was alone - in the Bois de Boulogne - what was she doing? Lost. Crazy. Walking with such purpose - where was she going? For what? Why? If a prostitute, why here? First night on the job? Impossible. On a midnight jog, why the wimple? A nun? God forbid.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 22, Encountering Poverty, Paragraph 46
One of its branches joined the main river above Whitehall, and a lower branch below the Houses of Parliament, thus creating the island of Westminster. Now back in the day, the Tyburn supplied London with drinking water, which was transported to the city by means of a most romantically natural system: a series of conduits made of elm trees. Now apparently, the English elm, if not as stately as our native American, is at least as durable under water - however, I did notice a very small but definite split in the bottom of our sculling boat; you shall have to investigate upon your return. But while you are in London, consider the fate of the Tyburn: it has disappeared; but: it still exists.
Now that Barbara should've become the patron saint of architects, builders, and stonemasons is quite understandable; that she also protects artillerymen is somewhat more intuitive; but that she should become associated with the practice of keeping cherry branches warm: that is a little unexpected. However, it is not for me to challenge the common sense of tradition. Besides, in older days, the connection was not so farfetched: the blooming of the cherry branch was not a sign of general felicity, but carried a very specific matrimonial significance.
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.
Clark tied the sleeve to the branch with an awkward solemnity. He looked ridiculous with one sleeve.
Shephard reached into his pants. He tore off a square of fabric from his boxer shorts. He pinned it onto the branch.
The policeman didn't want to stick out. Ripping the manufacturer's tag from his tie, he wrapped it around the branch and knotted it.
Back at the mosque, Shephard had Clark call the hotel. Coke was still waiting in the lobby. "Finally," he said. "It's time and a half for making me wait."
Tae ran to his tent. He grabbed a spear he had fashioned in case of animal attack. He followed the bank. He encountered a forest. Roots stretched over the ground. Branches slapped him in the face. Tae was forced to slow down. He feared the worst. There was no telling how far Bo would go. "Stay alive," he kept repeating to himself. "I'm coming."
They threw the bodies into the back of the humvee. They drove the car into the desert. Shephard plowed it into the side of a dune. He cut the fuel lines. He placed the spare tire around the investigator's head-"just to be sure," he said. He lit the fuel on fire. Everything burned. Once the flames had died down, everybody helped cover the smoldering wreck with sand.
Pepsi had brought with her a dead branch. She stuck it into the top of the mound. She tore a piece of cloth from her dress. With a somber look, she tied it to the stake.
Lorenzo stopped climbing the poplars. He would fish out from the Baron's fountain the bottle he had made. The outside was waxed instead of the inside. It was shaped to fit the cherry branch he had chosen. Though Ferrari beat him badly for it, he wouldn't stop coming back to carve it.
Ferrari was worried. He told Carmina, "He's up to something."
Uzumaki walked to his desk. He pressed the intercom. He said, "You can show her in, Miss April." In a moment, the door opened. The woman entered. "Thank you for coming, Ms. Read. The gentleman to your right is Pat Harris. He's a bailiff with the investigative branch. He's read some of your work. He says he met your ex-wife in Cannes."
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.
"Branch" does not make an appearance in Sorry Miss Jackson.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
"No, no, no," said Grandmother. "The fourth of December is St. Barbara's Day. Girls who wanted to be married would put the branch in the water as a way of invoking her help. If it bloomed on Christmas Eve, the maiden would be married the following year."
Indiana gave us an embarrassed look. I smiled. I watched her slip the stick back into the bucket. Grandmother stretched out her hand. As usual, she was carrying a rag.
Indiana took it. She wiped the drops of water she spilled. She turned her head. "What did I do?" she asked. We chuckled.
Mother explained the custom of keeping a cherry branch next to the fireplace. If it bloomed on Christmas Eve, it would bring good luck.
"I guess it helps to know how long a branch takes to bloom," said Indiana.
"Barbara replied, 'Two make darkness. Three lighten all the world.' It was her way of introducing him to her belief in the Holy Trinity. Her father became enraged. He took her to the local magistrate. For the sake of her pagan soul, he had her tortured. After much suffering, her own father beheaded her."
"That's awful," said Indiana. "What does it have to do with cherry branches?"
The wind subsides. My comrade and I settle in a tree. Through the branches I spot the moss-clad shingles of a country roof. Some of them are rotting. I know the smell. I sense more rot with each passing day. The moss thickens.
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 branch 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 "branch." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
It's natural to hide dirty things. They're embarrassing. But we need to keep in mind that when we hide things that are difficult, we make them seem dirty when they're really something else entirely. And when we keep things that are easy in plain sight, we make them seem clean when they really aren't. That is dangerous.
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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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