Michal's ruminating on the notion of compounding his noble Fiction Corpus with his best fiction book yet; cites fatigue
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I regard highly the feasibility of upholding English as a worldwide standard. I don't have faith in the ordinary model by which English is taught.
Honing one's finesse for a language isn't like launching a larger dome. A language - a common tongue - is not just an instrument that you can learn to employ with a greater amount of precision. A living language cannot be torn 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 pupils recite English is to cheat them out of its cultural context. A worthy teacher must have a strategy for introducing it; the smartest pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. A decent dictionary will describe words based on a specific corpus, a set of written works of varying scope and consistency. Such a corpus might include anything from a book about literature to a set of british literature books. I lost many a night creating my "terrific" Fiction Corpus to form a unique genre 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 catalogued them, reformulating them - not merely to teach American vocabulary but to be an advocate for 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...
When I arrived in Europe on the 20th of June, 2011, I had no plan and certainly no idea that by the end of the week I would be practicing photography with a woman I had never met, a naturist who had never before allowed herself to be photographed nude. It was the first of a whole series of firsts for the both of us.
I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.
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 Idea
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 idea in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word idea, 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 idea is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Idea
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word idea.
Video of me pronouncing "idea."
Definition of Idea
I have yet to publish the definition of idea.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of idea in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word idea.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word idea.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word idea.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word idea.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word idea.
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Usage of Idea 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 idea.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Idea."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word ideaand 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 idea, 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 #6760
i have a good idea. we should stuff some of the soldiers into the trunks of cars. at least until were out of the mess were in.
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.
When he was leaving the Commandant's house, Jesus noticed a black bitch: out of seven starving dogs, there was a black bitch with ribs poking out of her sides and three pendulous teats coming down from her meager breast. She was symbolic! "What a miserable state!" Jesus had said upon seeing that bitch, having absolutely no idea what great significance his words concealed.
It was not far from the truth: many years and much pain and suffering would go by before I finally figured out what that sign meant. When I was thirteen years old, I had no idea. The first time I saw that bitch, I was looking through your great-uncle's car window, past the garbage bags full of clothes, and I had no idea that she would bring me even more bad tidings. On that fateful day when I returned to Poland, nevertheless, I was scared. I knew it was a bad sign.
The next day was very dusty. Some dust cloud was blowing across the Czech Republic. When I got to the battlefield, I could barely see twenty meters in front of me. Zoe was nowhere to be seen. For the past two days, your mother had been waiting for me on the battlefield. I realized I was already spoiled. I didn't know what to do without her. I didn't have the foggiest idea. I went all the way back to the rock, but she wasn't there. I went all the way back to the road, then back to the rock - nothing. I sat down and waited. I didn't even know what to think about. Momentarily, Zoe appeared from the dust cloud. She was alone. She had left her monkey at home.
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 had no idea that my relationship had affected him. It did not last very long: a few weeks; I suspect that in the end he was more affected by it than me. But I rarely ever saw him in those days. I left for Europe soon afterwards, allowing new encounters to remove my mind. I did not think about Macy at all, or at least, very rarely.
I have no idea what she did or did not know; I must wonder if her actions were not informed by some sort of knowledge, or at the very least, some kind of suspicion that her husband was gravely ill. The woman was just too distraught: her behavior was too erratic not to have been influenced by this kind of situation.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 3, Wondering, Paragraph 5, Clauses 1-2
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.
"Are you sure it was a woman?"
"Her tits were falling out of her crop top. She's dressed like a nun."
The girl giggled. "She fought with our father. He's very old-fashioned. Pepsi always had a different opinion. When she started working for Avon, it was the last straw. He didn't like the idea of her selling make-up."
His first idea was to secure himself. Patsy could feel something cutting into his skull. He carefully reached back and found a steel cable. Though sturdy, it was impossible to climb. He assumed there was a ferrule. His collar had to be running through a loop. How large a loop was important. In this position, it was too risky to find out.
She was a whitetail deer about to be caught once again in our headlights. Had she any idea we were stalking her-an innocent woman in the woods-what could she know? It was my dream; her nightmare. What was she to me? An image? A figure of a brave and beautiful woman? Vulnerability personified?
The poor devil, crouching at the water's edge, his back to the beach and the waves lapping at his balls, had no idea what hit him. The dog, doubtlessly overjoyed to be out of retirement for the day, hit the man with such force that a slender plastic bag full of green little herbs dislodged itself from underneath the sign on its back.
"Cannabis!" yelled Patsy, running to the scene of the crime. "Cannabis!" he yelled, flailing all five limbs.
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.
LESBIAN: It's a tiny bug that invades trees and makes them grow abnormal clumps of tissue. It doesn't have to be a tree. I remember my mother's rose-hedge suffering from gall. I had absolutely no idea what it was. I thought it was some kind of strange flower. It started growing these round, fluffy balls of blood-red fiber. I thought it was gorgeous. It has its own name - a beautiful one. It's known as Robin's pincushion.
MS. JACKSON: Oh, Heavens! My pincushion: it's still missing. I'm sorry, Homo. I didn't mean to interrupt.
LESBIAN: It's not a problem.
MS. JACKSON: I don't understand. Who could've taken it?
LESBIAN: Somebody close to you.
MS. JACKSON: Who?
LESBIAN: More importantly, why?
MS. JACKSON: It's only a pincushion.
LESBIAN: I thought it was more than that.
MS. JACKSON: To my family - not to anybody else.
– ACT I, lines 505-514
LESBIAN: What do you want me to do?
MS. JACKSON: Stop them.
LESBIAN: How?
MS. JACKSON: I have no idea.
LESBIAN: Shouldn't you do it?
MS. JACKSON: I can't control myself. If I see what's going on in there, I might go insane.
LESBIAN: What do I do?
MS. JACKSON: Walk in there.
LESBIAN: That's it?
MS. JACKSON: Put a stop to this.
– ACT I, lines 947-956
FLETCHER: Or whether I knew where to get some. I became so curious as to its inspirational qualities I had to try it out for myself.
ALICE: Did you like it?
FLETCHER: I loved it. I was full of incredible ideas. Unfortunately, afterwards I couldn't remember a single one.
ALICE: You didn't write them down?
FLETCHER: I was in no mood to write things down - not with any amount of clarity.
ALICE: You must have had some great revelations.
FLETCHER: That it wasn't worth my while: a point later made very clear to me by the axe which Kokomo was wielding.
ALICE: The mysterious axe-woman was Kokomo.
FLETCHER: She found my stash. It upset her.
ALICE: I couldn't imagine lifting an axe, let alone threatening you with one.
– ACT II, lines 111-120
FLETCHER: No.
ALICE: It was at the bottom of my bag.
FLETCHER: What?
ALICE: They actually searched it at the airport.
FLETCHER: No.
ALICE: They didn't find it.
FLETCHER: What?
ALICE: I had no idea it was there.
FLETCHER: No.
ALICE: Can you imagine the shock I felt when I saw it?
– ACT II, lines 131-140
ALICE: Repeatedly.
FLETCHER: Yes.
ALICE: Why is that?
FLETCHER: Why not?
ALICE: Don't you think that's excessive?
FLETCHER: We don't have to do it if you don't want to do it. It's only pretend.
ALICE: You might as well have written in a sex scene.
FLETCHER: That's not a bad idea.
ALICE: I'm not going to support your work if this is your way of having your work support you.
FLETCHER: Perfect. Keep that tone of voice. We're both confused by this strange courtship. 'Susannah' - that's your English name - 'why do you fear my boat?'
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
The orbits of Captain Orbitz as told and retold by trillions of Orion systemizens, indeed systemizens from across many a galaxy, never fluctuated from their purpose of helping Captain Tycho "Tych" Orbitz conquer his home galaxy. Tych was firm from the day he resigned his commision as a courier in the Star Alliance to the day he vanished into space. Many were afraid he would come back. Many more hoped he would. They thought he was out pirating somewhere with Lalunia, his pheromonically irresistible great-great-great-great-niece, or ruling a planet with the beautifully blue Sara Lee, or fighting the jilted queen of the Astrazeneca or playing chess with CAROline the computer that loved him. They didn't know he was dead. They had no idea he had died long before he had even resigned his commission. Before he hijacked the tesseract marking the beginning of his rebellion or piloted the stolen ship Nautilus into the singularity the man had physically removed his own dead body from the bridge. He had no choice. At the time the ship was scheduled to be inspected by Star Alliance sanitation officers.
Obama took it the hardest. Any sound, any silent white face staring at him made him run around the corner. He never stopped talking about leaving. He wanted to go to France. Never mind that he didn't speak a word of French. He was obsessed with the idea of being in Paris. As far as I know he's there now. He just disappeared one day. If Barack knew something he never told me.
I knew my sister was in love with one of them. So what? It didn't change anything. It didn't change our fate. We had the future of a population on our heads. You can't walk away from that. We had to fight to the death. Like it or not. Right up on that hill. In the middle of the cemetary. It seemed like the right place to do it. I think it was my brother's idea. Not Gaio. The middle one. Lucio. Like I said we didn't know who was the oldest or who was the youngest. But I always teased Gaio for being the romantic one. It made him the youngest. In my eyes.
In the morning Elizabeth was gone before her husband came down for breakfast. He wondered if she went to the gym like she claimed. He had no idea. A reminder of how sad things had gotten. Like the soggy cereal he could no longer eat. The phone buzzed. It was his partner. Another body was found.
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 idea 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 "idea." 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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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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