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Rain, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal's wrestling with the possibility of amplifying his colossal Fiction Corpus with a biography of nobel award winners; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I regard highly the idea of implementing English as a universal language. I don't have faith in the pleasureless tactics by which the English language is taught.Pointer

Strengthening a person's skills with a language isn't like developing a faster boat. A language isn't just a tool that you can teach yourself to employ with a greater amount of precision. A common tongue can't be sequestered from the prevailing culture 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 pupils to recite English is to rob them of its cultural context. A good teacher has to develop a plan for introducing it; the insightful student ventures out to seek it.

A dictionary can be an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe a language based on a specific corpus, a set of writing of varying size and consistency. They may include everything from a book about literature to an entire set of really inspirational stories. I watched many nights pass developing my "immense" Fiction Corpus to form a peculiar sort 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 classified them, reframing them - not simply to teach a language but to reveal the human spirit, and to pressure that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common artifacts

Help Treat Antisocial Personality Disorder With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

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...Pointer

In June of 2011 I arrived in Europe for what I hoped would be a great adventure; my only concrete plan, to visit Croatia. By September I had driven 6,000 miles and visited 12 different countries, all with a woman I met on the first Friday of my trip.

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.

As an American, I was full of optimism and confidence bordering on recklessness. I was ready to run the wheels off the car I had just bought and eventually I would. As a European, she was cautious and mistrustful. She needed to make sure the air conditioner worked. Which it did. If you knew how to turn the broken knob in just the right way.

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.

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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 Rain

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 rain in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word rain, 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 rain is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of RainMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word rain.

Video of me pronouncing "rain."

Definition of RainMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of rain.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of rain in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. I heard it's going to rain come the afternoon.

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  2. It's gonna rain cats and dogs once the hurricane gets here.

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Usage of Rain in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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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.

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Rain, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word rain.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Rain."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word rainand 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.

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Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word rain, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Rain in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

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 #3495

i tried to get onto the train. the cops threatened to arrest me.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

6 September, 8:49 AM

Frame #4211

im in the boat. leaving newport beach. the rain is getting light. so is the wind.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

29 September, 1:10 PM

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Usage of Rain in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

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 night before the ball, I dreamt a very strange dream. I dreamt that my baby boo, my old girlfriend, whom I left before I joined the Lay Confraternity of the Pilgrim Church, was in my bed, licking my soles. She was doing it very humbly, as if she were genuinely trying to apologize for being a fool. Then, after licking them for a very long time, she reached for my testicles and suddenly, instead of being on my back, I was on my hands and knees, facing the opposite way, and her open palm was gently lifting up my testes and sapping them of their strength. I could feel my energy being drained. Suddenly realizing I was being weakened, I woke up. Almost immediately I grabbed my testes and yes - they were still there - thank God - but I truly felt that some of my power had been robbed. What a witch! I thought to myself. She came to me in my dreams to rob me of my manhood.

"What could it mean?" I asked.

Verses 100-101 from the chapter called Vows

The Russian government was particularly supportive. Pumping a billion dollars into Panzer-Tank's war chest, the Russian government equipped and trained two entire divisions for the invasion force. Composed of fifty thousand volunteer Russian troops, this army corps was led by officers from the ranks of the Russian general staff. Each division was led by a major general who used to be, in the Russian army, a lieutenant general. These two major generals reported to a lieutenant general who, in the Russian army, used to be a general. This lieutenant general reported to a general who, as it happened, used to be a U.S. Army colonel. That's how important this war was to the Russian government.

Verse 214 from the chapter called Security

Your father was like a prince. Riding his horse up and down the column of pilgrims, his face hidden by his mask, he gazed upon his ward: the thousands of men, women, and children who, from the buttcrack of dawn, decided to leave their comfortable homes in Wroclaw for a week of walking and singing and praying and God knows what other kinds of deprivations before reaching Bright Hill monastery, kneeling before the icon, and taking the train back home.

Verse 261 from the chapter called Security

"They're trying to stop the terrorists from moving north; they don't care about the southeast that much - terrorists are all over the train yards - Lipski doesn't even know what to do about it. He's got terrorists in the southeast (around the train yards); he's got terrorists in the west (around all the industrial parks) - but at least they're south of the river; he's in the north, coming down; he's got his artillery on the north bank of the old river, on the other side of which, sections of Center City have been evacuated; others have not; some are full of terrorists; others are not. What's for damn sure is that south of us, across the main river, the Old Town is completely infested. Government buildings have been taken over, et cetera, et cetera. Lipski's got his hands full; he's got absolutely no idea what the fuck a terrorist even looks like. A collaborator could be anyone: if you're walking down the street with a gun, you're collaborating - you're not trying to defend yourself: you're collaborating. If you're looting a store, or robbing your neighbors, or otherwise committing some kind of offense: you're collaborating.

Verse 120 from the chapter called Arms

"To the north," said the Krupnik. "Where the train tracks meet the main road - on top of the hill, northwest of the old barracks - you know," he said, pointing over his right shoulder, "up the street from the old barracks - you know the ones: the ones over there: on the other side of the cemetery."

Verse 125 from the chapter called Arms

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Usage of Rain in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

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.

Nor did you tell me that Albert, after apologizing to you, decided to leave the house, nor the fact that after he left, Indiana came downstairs, sobbing, so that she could also apologize, and "by the way" ask you (through her tears) what you had been playing. Now did you visibly smile at this incongruity, or were you able to refrain yourself? And when you quietly said "Liszt," and Indiana said "oh," did you think she didn't really register his name? I suppose what I mean to ask is: when you sort of charmingly mumbled, "he's an excellent Hungarian composer," did you expect her to giggle? Because Mother seems to think that you did, and that you said that in order to cheer her up - which I'm sure you did, because apparently Indiana said so herself. But I am not convinced that this was your only expectation, especially after I heard that you then offered to play him again, optimistic that this time he would indeed compose her.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 3, A Man's Charm, Paragraph 4

Now there is only so much I can do: I am trying to point you in the right direction. It is my belief that Indiana was infected many years ago, when you were still a child on the shores of Lake Ontario. You are not to blame; but you are no longer a child, and the first thing we must accept is that this sort of thing is indeed a verruca vulgaris: it is a common affliction, as pervasive in society as in the bodies of those infected. Nevertheless, each man must face his own feelings first, and alone; but when you do, remember: it is a thirsty saturation: these feelings; you will not satisfy yourself by slowly and meticulously draining them. You must drown them, and sincerely hope that they will eventually wash away.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 5, Warts, Paragraph 3

So I ran: across the puddles of the road, along the sidewalk where the herringbone, undulating its miniature landscape of brick, now formed a miniature world of lakes and hills where my foot found its familiar patterns. I, leaping with irregular steps, passed those buildings which not so long ago were fresh in my experience, shuffling past the unconcerned remains of undergraduates - some wet behind the ears, some colleagues from not so long ago - but all now unfamiliar, threatening too from within their institutional shelter, so I had to avoid their faces, and hid my own as much from their imaginary judgment as from the now pelting rain, for I had neglected to bring an umbrella.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 1, Visiting Old Colleagues, Paragraph 3

Today has been a very long day for me: I had to wake at six in the morning to make the early train to the city. Nike's party was at seven o'clock in the evening, and after stopping for lunch at the station I went down to the dormitories on Prospect Street, looking for Luke of course. He's directing a musical revue for the university, as part of a temporary position that he thinks he'll have till the end of next term (with any luck, they'll want to take him for good and he'll be silly enough to do it). I'll never understand why he agreed to live in those dormitories, surrounded by the most unattractive facilities; at least he has his own bathroom, and I meant to take advantage of it, having tried unsuccessfully to sleep on the train. My hair was a complete mess. And it's much longer by the way; you haven't seen it but it almost reaches my shoulders.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 1, Visiting Old Colleagues, Paragraph 1

I let them simmer: these thoughts, these accusations and questions; I keep them warm to prevent them from congealing; I do not want them to harden my heart, but I cannot be rid of them; so from that day forth I've kept them under the weight of daily existence, allowing them to run their course, but pressing them down and preserving them with brine - my own salty solution that softens them down and with which they slowly drain away, one by one, as I consider each in turn; but they are part of a stream and come returning like the rain cloud on a rainy day, when the mind must turn to musing.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 14, Feelings, Paragraph 3

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Usage of Rain in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

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 reached up. She pulled the emergency stop. The passengers lurched. The train screeched to a halt.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring an amateur detective

Fifteen minutes passed. Manga People trickled onto the platform. Within an hour, a large crowd had gathered. A train lumbered onto the track. Tatum and Neal tried to get aboard. They were squeezed in by Manga People from every direction. Tatum noticed a passenger in a space suit. "Thanks a lot," she thought to herself. "This car is packed as it is."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story about a woman who doesn't like to take shit from anyone

"Who said that?" asked Manfredo. "Even in jest, that is an insult."

"Lando!" cried the men. "He is hiding a smile." Manfredo would throw his cup, hitting Lando in the arm.

"You should be ashamed," he would say. "Go get me another cup."

"Long live Papa Gregorio," Lando would say, getting another cup. "The suzerain of our new Lady, Regina Giovanna."

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story featuring a man who has to take what isn't his

The woman spit in his face. Gog had to make an effort to wipe himself on the woman's cheek. She hit him in the back, repeatedly. Gog's voice strained as he muttered, "I knew the lizard folk were ruled by their women. I didn't know you earned it." He threw her to the ground.

She scurried back. "Kill me," she yelled. Gog was surprised.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a man who believes he can reach the gods

On the surface, the river was calm. Thoughts of rapids and waterfalls injected themselves into Tae's mind. He imagined Bo drowning. He shook his head. He solemnly vowed never to return without her, no matter how far he would go. If the river drained into a massive whirlpool, he would jump into it. He would die in its murky depths looking for her body.

Tae noticed the river growing narrow. It was getting deep. If it emptied into a lake, he thought, Bo would be saved-unless there were a lake monster. Tae rubbed his eyes. It was useless to worry.

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story about patience

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Usage of Rain in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

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 grimaces and rubs her neck again.)

FLETCHER: You really did strain it.

ALICE: It's fine.

FLETCHER: It's not. Come on. Kokomo has a bunch of differently scented oils. You can have your pick.

ALICE: It seems you've got me at your mercy.

FLETCHER: You won't regret it - neither will your neck.

ALICE: We'll see.

FLETCHER: You're welcome. It's too bad Kokomo's not here. She's the expert.

ALICE: Where is she?

FLETCHER: Who knows?

– ACT I, lines 487-495

(KOKOMO enters unseen.)

FLETCHER: You like it when they stroke your hair and your cheek.

ALICE: Fletcher: stop now.

KOKOMO: That is not a proper massage - is it?

ALICE: I think not.

KOKOMO: Are you alright?

ALICE: I wish I were.

KOKOMO: Stay still. You'll hurt yourself. Step away, please.

FLETCHER: You think you can do better.

KOKOMO: You strained it.

– ACT I, lines 682-690

(LESBIAN and MS. JACKSON exit. ALICE feels a pain in her neck and begins to rub it.)

FLETCHER: I didn't want any. It was considerate of you to ask. My mother is so kind and thoughtful. What's wrong?

ALICE: I strained my neck swimming.

FLETCHER: Let me take a look.

ALICE: It's alright.

FLETCHER: Are you sure?

ALICE: I'll manage.

FLETCHER: I happen to be a professional masseuse.

ALICE: I thought you were a carpenter's apprentice.

FLETCHER: On an island like this, there's no such thing as strict specialization of labor.

– ACT I, lines 439-447

FLETCHER: You thought Norfolk had a checkered past. Being a former prison colony's prison colony is nothing next to Pitcairn.

ALICE: I would never have imagined it was like that. I thought it was a paradise.

FLETCHER: I'm writing a play about it - specifically about the woman who chopped off that man's head. She's an ancestor of mine. Maybe later we can go over a few scenes.

ALICE: I'd love to.

FLETCHER: If your neck doesn't still hurt.

ALICE: I'm feeling much better now, thank you.

FLETCHER: If you strained it, you strained it. I have to say, you have surprisingly little tension.

ALICE: It's my honeymoon. I've been having lots of sex.

FLETCHER: You shouldn't have reminded me.

ALICE: Why not?

– ACT I, lines 626-635

ALICE: I forgive you. Be a man once more.

FLETCHER: With a man's heart, I thank you. No longer must you fear my advances. The object of our intimacy has been achieved. I intend to follow your lead and pledge my life to the woman I love.

ALICE: Do I know her?

FLETCHER: You do. I love Kokomo with all my heart. My soul yearns for her soul's touch.

ALICE: In that case, let's finish these scenes in celebration of your restored manhood and your love for Kokomo.

FLETCHER: I know just the right page from which to start. 'What a blessed thing it is to confess! The firmly wound nut, when leashed to its bolt, will weather every blow. No strain is so big, no pressure so strong, no hand so steady, nor no patience so long that would eventually break the metal's hold when applied to just one end. It would turn forevermore in tantalizing defiance. Bring two solid hands together - with two worthy hearts - one to hold tight the bolt, the other to untwist his soul - and you shall feel the immediate release that with it brings joy, the work of resolution, and the ease which maketh that work seem slight.'

ALICE: Well proclaimed, poet!

FLETCHER: If only the rest were so good.

ALICE: I have no doubt it will be.

FLETCHER: As a show of thanks for your faith, I hereby expunge certain kisses from this scene, restoring to its solitary glory the one final kiss of the scene's end - if I may be so bold.

– ACT II, lines 194-203

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Usage of Rain in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

Sir Lewis stared at the paper. The letters blended together. He tried reciting words in his head. Matsumoto. Concert hall. All of it irrelevant. The concert starts in forty minutes. That's important. If Joe picks a train at random. What are the chances.

– from “The Skirt on the Proctor,” a kid story about romance in an unforgiving world

My father never lied to my mother about going up to see his old girlfriend. He lied to me. So I wouldn't say anything. So my mother could find out about it later. From the receipts. It was part of the grand scheme. To bring things to a head. To back up the toilet of their lives. To bring up the festering crap they had tucked away in their basement all these years. Like the accusation that my father had raped my mother. On some night twelve years ago. When she had said no. And he had done it anyway. I wanted to laugh but my wife was there. Her father raped her mother. Allegedly. My wife is convinced its true. Despite only having heard one side of it. If it were as bad as it sounds I doubt her parents would still be together. But they are. Like my parents. They've reconciled. For all intents and purposes they're a happily married couple. They hold hands in the street. While my wife wont sleep with me. Because on some rainy afternoon two years ago I told her I wanted to rape her.

– from “The Backed-Up Toilet,” a literature story based on something that happened, namely to the author

Sir Lewis wasn't surprised by the scores. He rocked the individual competition. If not for his brain-dead team he could've won. One other math genius in his high school was all he needed. Instead he was matched with doofuses.

– from “The Skirt on the Proctor,” a kid story about getting together in an unforgiving world

Grendel went home. The ogre saw her in her training bra and spit his beer onto the carpet. He called for Grendel's mother. When Grendel's mother saw what Grendel was wearing she got angry. She asked Grendel where she got it. Why she was wearing it. Grendel told her that her breasts hurt.

Grendel's mother embraced her daughter. She kissed her all over and told her she was sorry. She said from now on she would take better care of her daughter.

– from “Little Grendel's First Hair,” a fairy tale story about things we don't like to talk about that unfortunately exist in real life

A small but considerable uproar followed reports of the accident. Some people unfairly blamed the drivers. Most blamed the postal service and the other guys for not adequately training their men. A handful blamed the professor. Everybody tried to blame the town. For the first time in a while it seemed like the town actually hadn't done anything wrong. No private person or business was willing to pay for sidewalks, with the one exception being the post office. Something Postmaster Steve pointed out rather tactlessly one day in the local paper.

– from “Wrong Again,” a success story to teach children about grown-up stuff that may or may not work

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Collocation of Rain in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Rain."

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 rain that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "rain." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

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Large Wall Art Depicting the Human Landscape

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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    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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