Michal refuses to debate the possibility of compounding his imposing Fiction Corpus with a story about christian art prints; cites fatigue
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I believe in the viability of using English as everyone's second language. I don't think highly of the certifiably commonplace recipe by which English is presented for study.
Enhancing one's expertise with a language isn't like promoting a more prodigious quern. A language - a common language - is not just a tool that you can learn to exploit with a greater amount of precision. A living language can not be sequestered from the professed knowledge of a group 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 student to recite English is to cheat her out of its cultural context. A proper instructor must have a strategy for introducing it; the insightful student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define a language based on a specific corpus, a set of writing of various size and consistency. A corpus might include everything from a book about artwork to some real fiction novels. I burnt many candles creating my "terrific" Fiction Corpus to form a different class 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 shaped a million words and I have catalogued them, reframing them - not merely to teach English vocabulary but to promote the human spirit, and to encourage 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...
One week after arriving in Europe, I met a woman in the sauna on the ground floor of the large villa she shared with her ex-husband. Four weeks later she was sharing a small rain-soaked tent with me in Vienna, our little gas-fired stove barely capable of boiling a cup of water. It wasn't until we reached Croatia that we decided to invest in a large electric kettle. It was quite the luxury and it made me very happy.
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.
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.
Do unto others as you would have done unto you. But how to judge what we would want done to us if we've never been in somebody else's shoes? If we've never been abandoned by our mother, how do we treat somebody who has? Somebody who seems to constantly suffer the repurcussions of it? Margo and I had 46 days and 6,000 miles to try on each other's shoes. We had one car and one tent in which to hear each other's words. We learned to cooperate. We started learning how to listen.
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 Chance
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 chance in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word chance, 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 chance is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Chance
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word chance.
Video of me pronouncing "chance."
Definition of Chance
I have yet to publish the definition of chance.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of chance in illustrative example sentences
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Usage of Chance 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 chance.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Chance."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word chanceand 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 chance, 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 #5548
the patient mustve talked. militiamen are asking me if by any chance i have a bag of money lying around. i told them its mcdonalds's trick.
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.
It was that pathetic - and precisely in this ever-thickening atmosphere of paranoia was Jesus approached by the three leaders of the three most successful political parties of the Right. Parliamentary elections had been promised - but not yet scheduled - by the ruling Leftists and, despite talk of delaying them, they were almost universally expected for the spring. Presidential elections were scheduled for the late fall. The problem was that, along with the Left (the usual suspects), this time, the political Right had also been implicated by the latest scandal. Privatization of the PZU had been planned by a Rightist government. Their chances of Parliamentary success no longer seemed as certain as they once had been.
"'I said, "If we attack by surprise, we might have a chance." We waited for dark; then we attacked. The men slaughtered us. My mate was dead; my children were dead; and I too was dead. In the afterlife, my pack was angry. "We should have begged," they said. "Now they will never trust our kind." I agreed. I offered to go back and make penance; my offer was accepted. Therefore I roam these woods, not to harm mankind, but to help him. I have cursed myself: for I must help those who cannot or will not trust me; the more I try to help, the more my name is hated. Once in a while, I succeed - you are not the first - but until my name is cleared, and people think fondly of my kind, I cannot return to the afterlife.'
Sticks and stones were the first weapons known to man. There was a choice to be made between a strong stick, broken off in such a way as to have a nice point, which was the first spear, and a handily shaped stone, which was the first club. Only in the afterlife shall we discover what the first hunter's prey was, but there's a good chance, considering man's humble stature in those days, that, with his relative lack of experience in mind, it was either a slow fish, or a dumb bird, or perhaps even a blind squirrel. Unless one of those three creatures happened to jump into his lap, we can safely assume that, whichever weapon he chose to use, he threw it.
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.
Before long, there was something else on Nike's mind. It was a beautiful realization, and, despite the horrible circumstances, Nike had to celebrate the gorgeous irony. By setting out to find this woman, this beautiful raped woman, he had unwittingly brought himself into the hands of those who would take him to her. Sooner or later, that woman would have to come to the police station, and, if Nike were extremely lucky, there would be a chance to do something. Although, for the life of him, he knew not what that was, and, even though he spent the entire night in jail, he woke up even less prepared.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 4, Falling in Love, Paragraph 1
I called you and shared with you the terrible news after he fell into his coma - but you don't know what the doctors have said. There has been no improvement in Albert's condition, of course. There is no disputing the imminence of the end, but they have said there is a chance that Albert will wake before he dies, and Indiana is compelled: she must hold a constant vigil - except that she cannot do so by herself, and I have offered my own services; so I write to you today from his bedside, his quiet bedside, where I can peacefully contemplate his impassive body and the almost dream-like events of the past few days.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 2, Poetics, Paragraph 4, Clauses 1-3
Euclid himself would quake; his pupils would quiver. But my pupils were satisfied: they were able to rest on the sloping rhomboid, dreaming joyfully of spreading myself across the flying trapezius, waiting to climb down the spine carefully, hoping for a chance of straddling the noble erector, the noblest of all muscles! the source of human living! the uprightness! the power! feeling its power! for a moment, before falling down to the gentle valley, resting in the small of the back, staring at the greatest of all curvatures: the beautiful, indescribable mystery: the overflowing seat of pleasure: the wonderful, the infamous gluteus maximus.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 1, Clauses 6-8
What was going on? Was this procedure standard? For whom was he standing then? for himself? or someone else? Was that bastard Christian behind this or not? Was that beautiful woman behind those lights right now? Was this the only chance he'd have? "Number five can go." If number five goes, then what about four? Was this lineup for number two? Then where's his lawyer? Where's anybody's lawyer? But most importantly: where is number four's lawyer? Why hadn't he called anyone? Why must he be so arrogant? "Number four, step forward." It's true: he wasn't formally charged. In the States, that means no lawyer. But this was France. Why didn't he know French law better? "Step back, please." Why must he be so helpless? "Step back, number four." Nike fell to his knees. He brought his hands together in supplication. "Please," he said, "please, forgive me. I want to love you - do you hear me? I want to love you!" But there were people rushing and crowding around him.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 7, Surprising Oneself, Paragraph 4
ANDY: Actually there's a chance he might wake before he dies.
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.
"We didn't stand a chance."
The woman shrugged. "Eef you look at di Uyghur peepul now, sumtaims you see dey haf di blont hair. We wur doink sumtink."
"I'd much rather be doing that kind of work. Wouldn't you agree, Clark?"
"I'm afraid I'm not very big on archeology." Shephard laughed.
Shephard kept going. He realized he was running out of fuel. On the road, he would be helpless. In the desert, he might stand a chance. If he were lucky, he could reach the mosque. Pepsi was there praying for the success of the mission. She could help.
Gog sympathized with them. If the armies of Rusas were helpless against Sargon, what chance did he have? He allowed his chiefs to decide their own fates. Many chose, despite their qualms, to continue.
They marched southeast. They skirted the kingdom of Rusas. In the hills, they encountered a people named the Hayk. Their speech was almost intelligible. They said their king was named Bagadatti.
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: (to FLETCHER) It's over.
FLETCHER: What do you mean?
GREY GOOSE: I'm done.
FLETCHER: We were just getting started. Mother hasn't even seen us doing it.
GREY GOOSE: It's been made perfectly clear to me that I'm not welcome.
FLETCHER: After all the effort we put into making her work - and the mess we left.
GREY GOOSE: It's a damn shame.
FLETCHER: The least we can do is clean her up before Mother gets a chance to use her. Wouldn't you want her to be clean before you start sticking things inside her?
ALICE: What are you two talking about?
FLETCHER: A gift that will give my mother great pleasure.
– ACT I, lines 1122-1131
MS. JACKSON: If he came to me repentant of his sins - I mean all of them - I would forgive him. I would consider allowing him to return to this house. Do you think I don't want him? I want him more than you could ever know. I want him in a way that, unfortunately, I have never had him. I won't settle for less than I deserve. That's all I'm going to say on the subject. It upsets me. Your father has behaved strangely in the past; as of late, his actions have been frightening me. Maybe it is the climate around here - I'm not going to take any chances. (to KOKOMO) I want you to watch out for him, in case he should try to violate you.
FLETCHER: That is unwarranted.
MS. JACKSON: It may have taken a hundred and fifty years for another murder to occur, but we are not immune to rape. We need only bear witness to what took place on Pitcairn in recent times. Six men were found guilty of sexual offenses. That's almost the entire adult male population over there. I'm not going to let that happen around here - not while I'm alive. Do you understand? As soon as you're done with this mess, Kokomo, I would like these towels to go to the laundry. We have all of Lesbian's things to wash.
KOKOMO: I have a question, ma'am.
MS. JACKSON: Yes?
KOKOMO: Will our guest from New Zealand be staying with us for considerably longer than planned? If that's the case, I'm going to have to make a new schedule.
MS. JACKSON: I don't know, dear. I don't think so, but, then again, you can never be sure, can you? Just stick to the current schedule for now. I'm sorry if you've been overworked.
KOKOMO: That is not my concern at all.
MS. JACKSON: I just want Homo to feel as welcome as possible. Thank you for your continued cooperation. Excuse me.
– ACT I, lines 1323-1332
GREY GOOSE: Look, woman: I'm giving you one last chance. Did you rat me out to the cops or not?
MS. JACKSON: I won't say.
GREY GOOSE: I deserve to be answered.
MS. JACKSON: A man deserves only three things: honesty, gratitude, and remorse. He does not deserve to be answered.
GREY GOOSE: This is the thanks I get after all these years of marriage?
MS. JACKSON: It was your pleasure to be my husband.
GREY GOOSE: The worst of penalties was once reserved for such obstinacy.
MS. JACKSON: Not for treason?
GREY GOOSE: There are worse things than being hanged.
MS. JACKSON: Such as?
– ACT I, lines 311-320
ALICE: It was no big deal. It was some stupid kid with a knife.
FLETCHER: Was it sharp?
LUKE: She didn't have a chance to taste it.
FLETCHER: What did it look like?
ALICE: It was just a regular jackknife. It wasn't very big.
FLETCHER: What did he get away with?
ALICE: My purse.
LUKE: With everything in it.
ALICE: It was so stupid. The cops could've picked him up around the corner if they had just bothered to look. They were such pigs.
FLETCHER: Don't tell that to old Grey Goose! Australian cops guilty of misprision? He would go on a rampage.
– ACT I, lines 157-166
(FLETCHER and MS. JACKSON exit.)
LESBIAN: Now my passions are roused! In this room lies my chance to consummate my love for her. How wonderful a thing is a parlor! Only a lecher seeks his victims in their own beds. Normal folk must wait for respectable opportunities to have their lusts filled. My landlady knows as well as I that, once the rest of the house has gone to sleep, having respected my privacy, I shall have reason to wake her - or she me - whichever the case may be, depending on who can resist temptation longer. With looks such as hers, I doubt I can.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Daniel told Sir Lewis to forget about it. "Come on, dude," he said. "She thinks you're a nerd." He even calculated Sir Lewis's chances of making Miss Day fall in love with him. He described the solution as an acute parabolic function with both ends tending toward zero.
After my mother died I went to visit her homeland. On my own. My father didn't want to do it. He was busy. I flew into the capital. I don't know how to spell the name. It sounds like a drunk guy slurring the word casino. It's appropriate. Not only did I drink a lot of booze but I took my chances with it. The same turned out to be true for the food.
It must be easy for men like Jeff and Matt to get rid of love. To move on. Their torches must be tiny. I couldn't do it. I would burn for love brighter than a billion arrows. I would rip this rubber shell right off my soul. But I can't do it on a chance. It's too risky.
Mary babbled late into the night. She was like a broken robot. The rest of us were falling asleep staring at the fire. Steve decided to invite her inside the tent. I made sure I wasn't the one sleeping next to her. Peter did the same. It didn't guarantee we would survive the night but we both felt it increased our chances.
"We are all jealous of you," she said. For whom did she speak? "There is a new order in the world. You have power and opportunity. Our destinies were decided by systems, technology, social movements. They manipulated us. You've been living with them from the very first day. You have more of a chance to decide what to accept and what to reject. We never had that luxury."
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 chance 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 "chance." 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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