Michal declines to debate the prospect of augmenting his insignificant Fiction Corpus with a story about free printable calendars; cites fatigue
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I trust in the prospect of enacting English as a universal standard. I do challenge the certifiably commonplace manner in which the English tongue is presented for study.
Enhancing one's mastery of a language isn't like developing a more prodigious quern. A language - a common tongue - isn't merely a tool that you can learn to manipulate with a greater amount of precision. A spoken tongue can not be disentangled 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 student to recite English is to deprive him of its cultural context. A proper educator must develop a strategy for introducing it; the insightful student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. A decent dictionary will describe a language on the basis of a specific corpus, a set of writing of varying scope and consistency. This corpus might include anything from a biography of a famous fictional character to a bunch of slash fiction. I lost many a sleepless night laboring on my "elephantine" Fiction Corpus to form a peculiar kind 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 pieced together a million words and I have codified them, reformulating them - not merely to teach an American tongue but to promote the human soul, 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...
By the end of my first week in Europe in 2011, I had bought a car and out of the blue had met the woman who would join me on a 6,000 mile trek across the European continent, sharing the beat-up car that I had bought and the one small tent from Walmart that I had brought along with me on my flight.
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.
I considered myself young and able, and being American I often convinced myself I was more than able. She didn't feel quite so young. Having grown up in Poland, what was and is still considered by many to be a poor country, she had the added burden of not only being disadvantaged but having it held against her. The difference became palpable when I realized I couldn't even properly translate into Polish the very American word, "opportunity." A chance? Sure. An occasion? Why not? An opportunity? Not in the book.
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 Face
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 face in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word face, 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 face is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Face
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word face.
Video of me pronouncing "face."
Definition of Face
I have yet to publish the definition of face.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of face in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word face.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word face.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word face.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word face.
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Usage of Face 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 face.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Face."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word faceand 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 face, 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 #2976
what if mcdonalds presses his face against the window. no what if its chase's face and hes dead. and mcdonalds killed him. oh my god.
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 they're going to have to kill it," I said. "That's the rule of the hunt." The cold air blew dusty American soil into my face. "That's the rule of the hunt."
"It was good," said Sapper. "The priest came to the house, which he never does anymore - but he loved your mother, so he came. They dropped your mother over the doorsill three times; she said good-bye to her family home. Then we processed. Not all of us did: most people drove, but your grandmother insisted on processing from the house to the church, and then from the church to the cemetery, which the priest didn't want to do - but, that's how your mother wanted it, she said. The problem was: to get to the church, you have to take the highway, which somebody said you would have to get a permit for. But your grandmother said, 'Forget about it: I'm not getting any permit. Who needs a permit to walk my daughter's coffin to her grave?' So the priest said, 'Fine: do what you want.' When we left the house, he didn't walk: he hopped into his car. Those of us who did walk wailed; we sang death songs. Nothing would've been more beautiful except for the traffic. Those tractor-trailers were piling up behind us, not to mention all the other impatient people. Whenever anyone successfully passed us, you couldn't hear the next verse. Those tractor-trailers: whenever they shifted by, they drowned us out completely. Fumes were everywhere, blowing in our faces. We had trouble singing; it was difficult to breath."
I waited for God knows how long. The cold air blew dusty American soil into my beleaguered face - there was no reason to be restless; I was at peace with myself.
"Her face was blue," said Sapper, after a moment, "or violet - something in between. She was bloated. Her stomach was swollen; so was her face. You wouldn't have recognized her if you had passed her in the street."
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.
My ear, my cheek, my jaw, my chin were almost warm enough to be throbbing - not to mention my forehead. The warmness there made me shiver. My whole face was warm; I was probably flushed but how could I tell? I was no longer sitting in front of the mirror. I was following Indiana out the door. I was following her down the hall, down the stairs; like a man-fearing dog, I was choking my own irrepressible urge to pant. The master of the house was already waiting in the foyer.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 200
The other photograph was much older; it was black and white. It was the picture of a young and handsome boy in a bathing suit; there was a horizon in the background; there was water and faraway people on a beach. The boy was handsome and sturdy; on his face, a proud expression. He was smiling, but not exuberantly: proudly he was smiling.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 8, Financial Instruments, Paragraph 3, Clauses 1-4
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.
Tatum shut the door. She pressed the button to pressurize the chamber. The inner door opened. The man stepped to the window. He banged on it. The sheen of his visor gleamed. He pressed the button to depressurize. The inner seal began to close. Tatum stepped into its path. She couldn't block it forever. She would have to jam the door. Tatum unscrewed her helmet. She backed over the threshold. As the seal slid shut, Tatum positioned the helmet in its way. It stuck. It was holding. The motor strained. Tatum let go. The helmet budged. Tatum grimaced. It was too late. The helmet popped out. Horror took hold of Tatum's face. The seal was reestablishing itself. It would take moments for the air to clear.
"If you must know, I didn't see eye to eye with Bei."
Tae giggled. He said, "Neither do the men."
"You are awful. You're keeping me from my planting."
Tae stopped Bo. He held her by the arm. He said, "There is no work without rest." She turned to face him. Tae gazed into her eyes. "Maybe we can do both together."
Gog had no answer. He sought the wisdom of sages. They investigated the migrations of the celestial host through the halls of the mighty Bhag. They consulted centers of divination. They held councils. They argued. They returned to Gog with heavy faces.
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.
(KOKOMO sees GREY GOOSE.)
KOKOMO: What are you doing? How long have you been standing there? Speak.
GREY GOOSE: You're in love with my son.
KOKOMO: What's it to you?
GREY GOOSE: Does he return your affection?
KOKOMO: He should know.
GREY GOOSE: This is why you always opposed me.
KOKOMO: I always opposed you, Grey Goose, because you stink - like old burning wood with fungus on it - like ammonia when I'm cleaning up cat poo - like the bar when you and Fletcher drink too much Guinness and I have to go peel his face off the table and you have to stand right next to me and fart. That's why I opposed you.
GREY GOOSE: Alright.
KOKOMO: You stink like vulture's breath - like a wet dog that's been sniffing at three-day-old beached dolphin.
– ACT I, lines 227-235
(MS. JACKSON starts towards the music box)
GREY GOOSE: Don't look. You'll give us all away.
MS. JACKSON: What do you mean?
FLETCHER: It'd be impolite, Mother. A certain somebody would 'face the music.'
GREY GOOSE: How much is in there?
FLETCHER: You'll keep your word?
GREY GOOSE: Yes.
FLETCHER: If I'm lucky, three thousand dollars.
KOKOMO: Three thousand dollars! That means-
FLETCHER: We can retire.
– ACT II, lines 411-419
(MS. JACKSON starts towards the music box) GREY GOOSE: Don't look. You'll give us all away.
MS. JACKSON: What do you mean?
FLETCHER: It'd be impolite, Mother. A certain somebody would 'face the music.'
GREY GOOSE: How much is in there?
FLETCHER: You'll keep your word?
GREY GOOSE: Yes.
FLETCHER: If I'm lucky, three thousand dollars.
KOKOMO: Three thousand dollars! That means-
FLETCHER: We can retire.
KOKOMO: Thank God. My throat can't take it anymore.
– ACT II, lines 411-420
LUKE: If you insist. I was out one night at the ole rubbadedub gettin' rotten with me ping-pong mates; bloody bonzer alright 'cause I took a screamer that day 'gainst the ole Banana Benders - who didn't stand Buckley's by the way - too right! So I turn to me tall poppies and say, 'Look, boys: it's my shout; first, allow me to shoot through, piss a slab, maybe buy some dinkum durries to boot. We were hittin' the turps that night so they thought London to a brick that she'd be apples. On me way back from the durry, this yobbo throws a wobbly and spills beer all over me uni. We take it outside. He comes a gutser and falls flat on his face. 'Good on you,' I say. 'Go take a walkabout.' I'm so full and cranky, I sit next to this swagman drinkin' plonk right there on the side of the road. 'I'll be stuffed,' he says. 'Sheila told me I'd see a fight.' I'm like, what sheila? 'Sheila down the road,' says he. 'Take me there,' I say. We go. Sheila reads me palm. She tells me I'll have a ripper year. She holds out her hand and says, 'Fifty quid.' I haven't got a brass razoo. I ask her if she takes credit. 'I knew you would say that,' says she, pullin' out a credit card machine. The next thing you know, there's a bunch of prezzies on me credit card statement. As for the old swaggie and sheila, they weren't within cooee.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
I stopped the car. Indiana was quiet. I was afraid I would give myself a panic attack. I tried to breathe. I rubbed my face. I realized I was spreading ash. I checked my face in the mirror. It was too dark. I hung my head.
The Amazon rushed into the interrogation room. He grabbed the shopkeeper's head and pulled it back. He stared into his eyes. He didn't have to ask the questions. He had already convinced himself. He let go of the man. He started pacing. His mind raced. The creature was a telepath of immense power. It went beyond distinguishing truth from falsehood. It could tell how far a man was willing to go. It could sense how much a man was willing to sacrifice. The Amazon started laughing. He turned to the shopkeeper and slapped his face with the back of his hand. The stupid fool couldn't see past the doors of his own shop. With a creature of such power a Amazon could conquer the universe. The shopkeeper looked up. His face was awash with blood. The Amazon grabbed him. He seethed with the impatience born of greed. He stared into his man's eyes and growled, "Where is it?"
"Not by itself," said Orbitz. "It has the maturity of a small child. It will always be like that. The princess was infected with a parasite during the pregnancy. It fused with her child's nervous system. From the belly up it looks like a little girl. Below it has the thorax, the legs, and the abdomen of a large spider. In the abdomen is a poison gland that can be removed surgically. Until then it must be cauterized daily. Its reproductive system cannot be removed. It produces parasites that infect pregnant humanoids. When it sees you onboard it will insist that you be infected." Sara Lee's chest heaved with apprehsion. Orbitz restrained her. "It will sense the child within you," he said. "If you go aboard the ship I am going to let it infect you, Sara Lee." Orbitz's voice almost broke. "I'm sorry for that," he said. "I've paid the price. I want you to know that our son will survive. He will be a beautiful baby boy. He will grow up to love his mother very much. I can't tell you how this is how going to happen. It would betray me to the creature. You have to trust me." Orbitz turned Sara Lee around to face him. "You don't have to go onboard the ship, beloved. You have a choice."
I waddled out. I stood up. I wiped the largest chunks of ash from my face. I opened my eyes. Nike was staring at me. He was standing a few feet away. For the second time that night, he was at a loss for words.
Due to a law passed by the town government the development was never completed. Of the houses that were built all were on Login Road and passed to City Rural Route 15 with the exception of one house which was on Login Road but faced Profile. Its address was Profile at the end of a vast stretch of undeveloped land with no mailboxes. Logically it would have made sense for the city carrier to service that mailbox. Fortunately logic had nothing to do with the process. Profile was rural territory. Any box on Profile belonged to the rural craft. The only question was whether it would be Rural Route 4, Rural Route 2, or Rural Route 6 which gained the prize.
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 face 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 "face." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
Life is a spinning sphere with Joy at one pole and Sadness at the other. Each continuously feeding its pair. Joy flanked by the emotions of Trust on one side, Surprise on the other. Trust leading to Anticipation; anticipation leading to Fear. Surprise leading to Disgust; disgust leading to Anger. Anger and Fear fueling our Sadness. Sadness giving way, in time, to Joy; through Hope, an orientation towards Love. Love, an openness towards Joy, Trust and Surprise; the sum of emotion; emotion amplified by others. Multiplied and divided, in equal parts. Such that to those from whom it has been subtracted, we must add. Until we are whole.
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