Michal's deliberating on the notion of strengthening his run-of-the-mill Fiction Corpus with yet another story book; cites fatigue
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I don't doubt the viability of exercising English as a global standard. I don't have faith in the unrewarding methodology by which the English language is taught.
Perfecting one's know-how with a language isn't like creating a more flexible variety of bamboo. A language - a living tongue - isn't just an instrument that you can learn to use with greater amounts of precision. A common language can't be unyoked from the shared logic 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.
To make a pupil recite English is to deprive him of its cultural context. A good teacher has to develop a strategy for introducing it; the discerning pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define words based on a specific corpus, a body of written language of various scope and consistency. Such a corpus might include everything from a book about literature to a lot of great fiction books. I lost many a night laboring on my "gigantic" Fiction Corpus in order to form a unique 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 framed a million words and I have ordered them, reformulating them - not just to teach the English language but to be an advocate for the human spirit, and to goad 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...
Lots of people go on road trips. Not everybody criss-crosses Europe in 46 days. Especially not with a complete stranger.
Call it an accident. Call it divine will. I was never supposed to meet Margo...if not for one man's random criminal act...another abuse piled upon humanity by a fellow human. A robbery. A purse-snatching of a purse that happened to contain a passport. An assault on the human body. One of society's bad habits that I had come to fight as an artist working for body acceptance.
I had grown up in America. Land of opportunity. I came of age in the booming 90s when everything was possible. She had grown up in Poland. She had come of age at a time when the Soviets were making sure that there wasn't even anything to eat in the country. I couldn't even properly translate the word "opportunity" into Polish.
Despite the cops in Vienna. Despite the rain in Veržej. Despite getting lost in Italy. Despite parting at Soest. Despite that night in Amsterdam. Despite our fight in Lisieux. Despite the storm in the Bois de la Roche. Despite that terrible morning outside Collonges. Despite the long road to Pielenhofen, we came back safe and sound and most importantly we were happy. We had started to learn how to listen. We had left the devils of the road behind and the devils ahead seemed just a little bit smaller. We had started to open up.
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 Course
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 course in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word course, 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 course is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Course
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word course.
Video of me pronouncing "course."
Definition of Course
I have yet to publish the definition of course.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of course in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word course.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word course.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word course.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word course.
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Usage of Course 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 course.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Course."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word courseand 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 course, 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 #4859
i got within forty.six miles of the wells fargo. i wanted to bust out champagne. i made a course correction instead. now im fifty miles away.
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.
Now as your grandfather has no doubt told you, Abrams Tank was the first Panzer-Tank on Mars. He brought with him a suit (of course) and a whole mining company. His mining company, Panzer-Tank Mining, started the very first successful iron mine on Mars. Abrams Tank was very successful. After his son took over the mine, he started a very successful glass factory: Glass Panzer-Tank Style. It made very good Martian glass. This led to a construction company: Panzer-Tank Construction. At the age of seventy-five, Abrams Tank built the Glass Pyramid which now marks the center of Centropolis. His son became the first governor of Mars.
"I know. Of course I know that. What was I supposed to do? Refuse it? I didn't capture him; I didn't bring him to the Czech Republic. Now that he's here, I might as well be his keeper - not some underground pet store proprietor in Prague who doesn't give a damn."
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.
Macy and I did not see each other till the new year, establishing a regrettable pattern of intensely brief encounters followed by lengthy separation - separation very rarely experienced in terms of geographic distance. When we next saw each other it was after the start of term, and we had each fallen into our respective schedules. But because of our mutual friend Nike, we were often able to see each another - in virtually the same kind of company we had kept in Austria, with the difference of course being that Nike, although highly entertaining, was not a woman, and this changes a dynamic considerably.
By the time Luke woke me, we were late for the party. I had no time left to prepare - I mean, mentally - and Luke was of little help; he was cluttering up my mind with his needless talk. We could've made our way up Prospect Street in silence; the ten or so blocks would've cleared my mind. But I was being rushed - of course we were late and had to hurry; I was following Luke, trying not to pay attention - suddenly there we were, fast approaching that heavy door of Nike's house - I hardly had time to feel my usual fear of entering parties. The door was opened; I was inside, greeted by a general cry; I saw Macy near a corner smiling, but "Ah, Nike!" was directly in front, his embrace all but smothering.
Turning back to the contents of the closet, I noticed how many suits Albert had. He had black ones and gray ones, pinstriped and plaid ones, white, blue and purple, and even some red ones - simply wonderful, I thought. How marvelous! How I wouldn't mind having a collection like this: hats and suspenders, neckties galore, socks of all colors and cufflinks and collars, bowties and buckles worth hundreds of dollars - and shoelaces! by color and length and fabric and thickness, all had been laid in their separate places. It was magnificent. The shirts too were arranged by color and fabric: synthetics on one side and natural fabrics on the other. It seemed like that closet contained almost everything a gentleman could ever need. The only thing I couldn't find was a tailcoat. And of course, the shoes must have been somewhere else.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 4
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.
The concourse was crowded. Manga People were everywhere. It took a while to get to the vehicular elevator. Tatum was glad she didn't have to rub shoulders with so many aliens.
From his headquarters on the Rockaway Peninsula in the borough of Queens, his duties involved shaking down the owner of the mini-golf course, chasing teenagers off the dunes, and teaching the lady lifeguards how best to assert their authority. "The great thing about the double leg takedown," he would say, "is that it keeps your chest close to the opponent. Who wants to try it on me?"
Junior stopped punishing the man. Harry Connick slumped in the saddle. "Good luck," he whispered, "getting me onto the real thing. I'm going to vomit."
Pleased with his success, Junior went back to the business of courtship. He called Sammy D Watanabe. "Have you ever played netball?" he asked.
"Of course," said the Asian-Australian. "When I was a kid."
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.
ALICE: 'I to not fear your poat.' Is that right?
FLETCHER: The Tahitians were unfamiliar with certain consonants, including the letter, 'b.' I don't presume to know how Susannah really talked; this is my best guess.
ALICE: 'Tapu' is taboo?
FLETCHER: Tapu is the original pronunciation. 'Susannah, every time I invite you to my boat, you run away as if you were frightened. Tell me: is my boat tapu?'
ALICE: 'No.'
FLETCHER: 'Why do you run?'
ALICE: 'I to not run.'
FLETCHER: 'You certainly don't look happy. For God's sake, it's only a canoe - just like your people use.'
ALICE: 'My pepoo are Enrish now.'
FLETCHER: 'Of course they're English; that's beside the point. I want to know why you're afraid of my boat.'
– ACT II, lines 60-69
FLETCHER: Get it.
LUKE: Right now?
FLETCHER: Yes.
LUKE: Are you sure?
FLETCHER: Of course I'm sure.
LUKE: It's a done deal?
FLETCHER: She'll be apples.
LUKE: No prob's?
FLETCHER: Stone the crows.
LUKE: Bloody oath! You're a hell of an offsider, Fletch. You can take that bloody quid and you can stick it in your kick.
– ACT II, lines 241-250
LUKE: Too right. Does she do cut lunches?
FLETCHER: I'm sorry?
LUKE: Peter, Pauline, and Mary? Two to one shop? The beast with three backs? Threesomes.
FLETCHER: Of course.
LUKE: I wouldn't want to have a naughty without me wife. It is our honeymoon, after all.
FLETCHER: Is she up for it?
LUKE: I don't know. She is the adventurous type.
FLETCHER: She's never done anything like this before.
LUKE: Not to my knowledge.
FLETCHER: How are you going to ask her?
– ACT I, lines 781-790
LESBIAN: I was in Goroka - in the highlands of New Guinea - in September, I believe - for the cultural show. There I saw the Mudmen.
MS. JACKSON: Who are the Mudmen?
LESBIAN: The Mudmen make these clay masks - some big, some small -all of them hideously grotesque with giant noses and sharp, pointy teeth.
MS. JACKSON: They dance around with these masks?
LESBIAN: With mud caked over their entire bodies: from neck to toe.
ALICE: Are they naked?
LESBIAN: Of course not: they're wearing masks. In Rabaul - on the island of New Britain - I saw the famous Baining fire dance. There they wear masks that are made from bamboo, which they cover with tapa, a kind of bark cloth. That makes these masks very light. Naturally, they're even bigger.
MS. JACKSON: How big?
LESBIAN: Humongous: thirty to forty feet.
ALICE: No way!
– ACT I, lines 414-423
FLETCHER: Bigger than your husband.
LESBIAN: Or so I'm told. I didn't actually see them. What I saw was smaller: about six or seven feet. They had these big beaks and enormous eyes made from concentric circles: each circle colored differently from the next. They looked like crazed chickens dancing around like that. Of course, with masks so big, the focus turns to a dancer's legs, the swaying of his hips-
MS. JACKSON: And everything in between.
ALICE: Ms. Jackson!
LESBIAN: His arms are busy holding up the mask.
MS. JACKSON: I'm not surprised: making women do the work.
LESBIAN: I wonder if any Polynesians use a big mask. Would your cook know?
MS. JACKSON: Probably not. Where is my cook? Does she know the kitchen still needs cleaning?
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
In the morning Steve ran out of his favorite herbal supplement. He asked Mary if she knew of a place where he could find more. She scoffed. This was Woodstock. Of course she could find more. She claimed to know some people in a neighborhood somewhere. All we had to do was drop her off.
Grendel kept coming back to the book. She read about penises and vaginas. She learned about sexual intercourse. It had to do with a man and a woman in bed kissing. Like her mother and the ogre. There was a picture of it but it didn't look anything like a man or a woman. It was squiggly lines.
Management, rather than allow any rural route to permanently profit from this massive windfall of mail, decided it didn't have time to settle the issue immediately. Yet dictator Steve the Second somehow found time to drive out to Profile and Login every single day to personally deliver one woman's mail. Until he could hire and train a temp to do it for him.
The rural union filed a grievance. Of course a month was not enough time to arbitrate a local matter. Not with the National Mail Count on the horizon. There were grievances all over.
Winter came. One day Grendel escaped from her cabin. She went to another cabin and saw an older girl through the window. She was having sexual intercourse. The witch found Grendel and took her back to her own cabin.
Grendel told the witch she wanted to go home. The witch laughed. She told her to wait for the Chinook. The Chinook would come and melt the snow. Then she could go home.
Grandmother chuckled. "I remember when weddings were forbidden during Advent. Every St. Catherine's Day, when the meat and sausage were hanging above the fire, the men would say, 'The girls have been hung in the chimney - to dry.' This, of course, had a double meaning."
"St. Catherine's Day," I interrupted. "What does that have to do with anything?"
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 course 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
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "course." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
St. Sebastian was a member of the Roman Emperor's praetorian guard who had the audacity to teach Christian values while on the job. I think active duty American military men and women who don't vote or who don't publicly express a political opinion because of the uniform are either being idiotic or are being cowed by the threat of punishment from a superior. Either way, they're eunuchs. My purpose in creating the St. Sebastian Series is to put the flesh and face of the true soldier front and center. The good soldier puts his mission ahead of himself. He often ends up dead. The true soldier knows a bad mission when he sees one and he isn't afraid to say it. Saint Sebastian was not a cow, despite what clever people would have you believe. Saint Sebastian is a patron saint for all protestors who face the arrows of the mob for speaking out.
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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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