Michal's contemplating the possibility of amplifying his herculean Fiction Corpus with a fable about publishing stories online; cites fatigue
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I can't challenge the prospect of promulgating English as an international language for the world. I don't believe in the unsurprising form in which the English tongue is taught.
Polishing one's skills with a language isn't like bringing about a more comfortable horse collar. A language - a living tongue - isn't merely an instrument that you can teach yourself to exploit with a greater amount of precision. A language cannot be sequestered from the philosophical currents 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 man to recite English is to cheat him out of its cultural context. An informed educator has to create a strategy for introducing it; the wisest pupil 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 various size and consistency. Such a corpus may include anything from a book about literature to some real adult fiction novels. I watched many nights pass forging my "overwhelming" Fiction Corpus to form a special 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 devised a million words and I have diagnosed them, reframing them - not simply to teach an American tongue but to promote the human spirit, and to pressure that soul or spirit not just to recite but to happen.
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 sound in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word sound, 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 sound is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Sound
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word sound.
Video of me pronouncing "sound."
Definition of Sound
I have yet to publish the definition of sound.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of sound in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word sound.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word sound.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word sound.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
Usage of Sound 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 sound.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Sound."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word soundand 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
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word sound, 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 #3395
i called minecraft. shes been reinstated for now. her status is under review. she sounds happy. i told her my idea. shes says wheres the money.
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.
Clouds brought fire to man. That cold breath of wet air that separates the positive away from the negative by lifting the positive up into the higher regions and leaving the rest alone, clumped together and shivering, decided to leave at the very bottom of the clouds a small blanketlike layer of the positive, which, for a while, protected Earth from the negative's wrath, but which was quickly devoured by that great mass and, giving way, permitted a fiery discharge of negative currents to come crashing down toward the Earth, summoning up, by methods I fail to understand, an opposing discharge from the point that otherwise would have been struck, which, as I've been told, met the fiery discharge approximately fifty meters above the ground and caused a great luminosity to flash and propagate itself back toward the clouds, reaching speeds near one-tenth the speed of light and temperatures around thirty-thousand Kelvin which heated the air and sent a massive shock wave expanding at supersonic speeds in either direction for about a meter before decaying into a sound wave, a massive clap, that rang in the ears of the first upright man to hear it, who saw the Light, who knew it to be God, or at least someone or something who was very angry - at him, perhaps, which made his whole hairy body stand on end and which scared the living bejesus out of him.
Fortune, however, does not favor the proud, nor does humility sit well on horseback. There's something divine about walking on one's own two feet, especially when one is walking all day long. The loudspeakers being carried on the backs of young volunteers, through which the priests gave their benedictions and sound advice, were not capable of disrupting the rhythm of an honest pilgrim: one-two, one-two, one-two was, by noon, entrancing. For those who traveled on horseback, even those whose greatest sympathies lay with the faithful and God's plan, the differences in rhythm were great enough to alienate us, however unconsciously, from the pedestrians, which tempted us (or, at least, me) to feel that somehow we were higher and more chosen by God, which, upon reflection, if reflection awareness allowed, was a feeling that, if cherished, would seem to place us, the hired servants of the archbishop, but no less the servants of God, in the same rank as those who, seated at their outdoor tables at the public house, laughed and jeered and goofily waved at the smiling and honest greetings of the pilgrim.
Brave child! Conquering her fear, she went downstairs. She was a good child: she had heard the sound of somebody moan. All the way down three flights of stairs, my sister carefully walked. Then she saw your father careening. He was a runabout in troubled waters: leaning against a banister, he tripped over the stairs; reeling about in every direction, he held himself up, then keeled over one last time. There was absolutely no way your father would've made it.
Jesus walked across the street. When he was standing right behind the Krupnik, he hesitated. There was a moment where he wasn't quite sure what to do. Then, the Krupnik leaned his head back in comfort. The pleasure of a good pee was Jesus's motivation. Raising his left hand, he swung down and across and jabbed his prey's larynx. There was a gargling sound as the Krupnik threw his head and shoulders and his whole torso forward. Jesus smashed them into the wall. The Krupnik fell down; his body was crumpled and motionless. "That was easy," Jesus said. "Like cake." Looking for a wad of cash, he found one that was clearly smaller than the one which he had seen previously. Nevertheless, it was still a wad. Jesus thanked him and walked away, down Linden Flower Road. He didn't run; he walked. When he got to the Church, he climbed up the stairs and went through the block. At the corner, he looked into Town Square and waited for the Irishman to leave. When he did, Jesus went to his building, unlocked the door, climbed the stairs and went to bed. Before he fell asleep, he heard the sound of sirens.
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.
Not a single peep came from the somnolent creature: his eyes were closed; the head was very heavy: it was trying to fall down, except Luka was holding it. Finally, he pried open both of Nike's eyes. "Nike? Do you hear me? I need to borrow a thousand Euro." And the creature made a sound as if to say something; Luka let go of his eyes. "Just nod yes if I can take it." And he let go of Nike's head. But without the support of Luka's hands, Nike's head collapsed. "Now tell me if that's a nod, alright?" Luka lifted Nike's head again, but letting go, again, the head collapsed. Luka sighed; Nike murmured. "I wish I could help you," he whispered. "What?" said Luka. "I wish I could help you, but I don't have it." Luka was incredulous: "You don't have it? But I saw it with you."
I tried telling her that everything was fine, but I was too tired to make it sound credible. Fortunately, the powers that be took pity on us: the bartender offered us free drinks, and, considering that they already had my check for three hundred dollars, I told him that what he really meant was a private and unlimited extension of the open bar.
I turned my head and realized I could no longer pursue the issue. Not only would I sound obnoxious, I would be disregarding Nike - and I hate disregarding people. But I couldn't help noticing that Nike had disregarded me. His comment had missed the point entirely: there was no reason why Nike couldn't come to London to see both me and the city's attractions, and, having made clear that I was more than willing to spend my free time sightseeing, perhaps I was really trying to say that I wanted to go sightseeing. Now, the truth is, I had no particular desire to see anything - that's the real reason for not pursuing the issue - but: Nike didn't know that. And I still didn't know what Luka wanted. Nike's comments only revealed his own wishes; he spoke for Luka only because Luka let him speak. I noted this immediately.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 3, Comparing Men, Paragraph 6
You took great pains to make that moment sound entirely accidental, but your insistence was very suspicious. You claim that you did not consciously initiate the look, but I am not convinced that you did not in some way anticipate it. The movement of your head and the meeting of your eyes that allowed you to share this look may have been reflex actions, but the words that preceded those actions, at least in my opinion, sound far too suggestive to have crossed your mind without the slightest warning of their potential meaning. As far as I'm concerned, there is only so much spontaneity in a thought process that allows you to combine such words in the appropriate syntax; there is too much preparation involved in delivering such a sentence, too much control required to articulate those words calmly in a quiet tenor.
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.
Tae tried again to ascertain the water's depth. As he approached the edge, a rumbling came from somewhere downstream. Tae couldn't see what was causing it. The sound grew loud. He squinted. His eyes widened. A massive wave was rounding a bend. It was climbing the river. It passed Tae as it dissipated into a gentle swell. He thought, "A tide."
Tae turned the bend. Sandbars glimmered in the distance. They were at the corner of yet another bend. Tae ran. He could hear the sound of waves. He approached the sandbars. He could see something stuck against one of them. He neared it. He crouched. It was laundry. Tae looked.
The voice on the radio zipped, "Shaq kicks off the side of the small hill. He leaps into the air. The ball bounces off the far wall. Shaq reaches back. He scoops up the ball. He tosses it into his other hand. He stuffs it into the crater. The buzzer sounds. The Blackguards triumph eleven balls to ten! It's victory for Sams Town!"
"Dropping by." Staring at the breakaway collar, the words resounded within Patsy's head. Crouching next to that naked old dog, he looked up to the naked old man and said, "That's it."
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.
FLETCHER: (massaging) Don't get testy. This is for your own good.
ALICE: Tell me something in Norfuk.
FLETCHER: Like what?
ALICE: I don't know. I like the way it sounds.
FLETCHER: Watawieh.
ALICE: I know what that means. It means, "Hi! How are you?"
FLETCHER: We gwen rama morla night.
ALICE: What does that mean?
FLETCHER: It means, "Let's go fishing tomorrow night."
ALICE: I am so sick of fish.
– ACT I, lines 582-591
ALICE: Where is she?
KOKOMO: In what seems like paradise: Western Samoa.
ALICE: I thought you liked it here.
KOKOMO: I do. I can't help being homesick. Norfolk is small. Between the locals and the tourists, I think I've had enough.
ALICE: I understand.
KOKOMO: There aren't so many tourists back home. The islands are big. Half the land is forest.
ALICE: It sounds nice.
KOKOMO: It's a mixed blessing. Few tourists means fewer crowds but also less money.
ALICE: Do a lot of Samoans emigrate?
KOKOMO: They do. It's different for me. I'm half European. My father's from Vladivostok.
– ACT I, lines 830-839
(GREY GOOSE exits. ALICE and FLETCHER enter with scripts in hand.)
FLETCHER: Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it immensely.
ALICE: It's my pleasure. I love supporting new plays and new playwrights. Is this a comedy or a tragedy?
FLETCHER: I suppose it's more of a romance.
ALICE: Which part am I playing?
FLETCHER: You are Tera-ura. I'm playing Thursday October: Fletcher Christian's son.
ALICE: Cute name.
FLETCHER: He was named after his birthday, despite the fact that he was born on the third day of the week. I guess Wednesday October would've sounded more like a girl's name.
ALICE: Am I a Tahitian woman?
FLETCHER: You're not just any Tahitian woman; you're my ancestor.
– ACT II, lines 31-39
(ALICE and FLETCHER exit. LESBIAN and MS. JACKSON enter with their tea.)
MS. JACKSON: Tell me more about Egypt. You were saying something about locusts.
LESBIAN: When I arrived in November the country was under attack. Locusts were everywhere: in the north, in the south, in the east, in the west. Farmers who couldn't afford pesticides were burning tires to survive. It just so happened I arrived in Cairo at the exact moment that the swarm was passing through on its way to the Red Sea.
MS. JACKSON: Where did they come from?
LESBIAN: West Africa. They crossed the Sahara to get there. They were very hungry. They would fall onto your plate and get stuck in your glass. By the time I got to Aswan, the regional governor offered a two hundred Egyptian pound reward for any information leading to the destruction of a swarm.
MS. JACKSON: Did you find one?
LESBIAN: No.
MS. JACKSON: Does that sort of thing happen often? A swarm of locusts sounds so biblical.
LESBIAN: The very next year I took a trip to Hawai'i. They were suffering from a gall wasp invasion.
MS. JACKSON: What's a gall wasp?
– ACT I, lines 496-504
GREY GOOSE: Speak up.
MS. JACKSON: There is no lighter sound than the ring of truth. It springs from the tongue like a frightened toad, aiming its horny skin into the eyes of those who would seek to catch it. Were you to devour a million truths you would never find them all and you'd still be as hungry as when you first started - so beware, husband, lest you choke.
GREY GOOSE: On a frog in my throat? Have you gone mad? There are no frogs on this island, woman - in case you hadn't noticed your entire life. I suppose that friend of yours from New Zealand taught you to speak with such poetry.
MS. JACKSON: New Zealand has a great literary heritage. That's something you couldn't possibly understand.
GREY GOOSE: Am I daft?
MS. JACKSON: You are a bully: a no-good, bleeding, rebel-rousing bully.
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 Amazon called his team. One half was still following Orbitz on the cruise ship. The other half was in front of the shop. He ordered them into the neon building. They walked up to the second floor. The team leader paused. He could hear something in the room ahead. It sounded like a man rapping his fingers on a desk. He pushed open the door. There was no desk. There was no man. There was clutter everywhere. Strange objects of art and furniture stacked on top of each other loomed from every corner. The rapping continued. It was slower now. It was more cautious. The men squeezed into the room. All of them were transfixed by the sound. It was coming from behind a low curtain. The curtain was draped over what seemed like a crate. Or a cage. The men crowded in front of it. The leader reached out his hand. He grabbed a corner of the curtain. He lifted it.
The Astrazeneca were confused. They started shaking their humongous heads. Some said, "This is truth?" They raised the tone at the end of the statement as if it were a question. Others said, "This is false." It sounded as if they wanted to believe it but they weren't sure. It was a disaster.
Proctor found the key. He decided a man carrying a carpet was probable cause. He entered the apartment. It didn't take long to find a photo. It was vic number three. Proctor called in the cavalry. He ordered a search. His phone rang. It was the captain. "Vic number two's fingerprints were in the database," He said. "He got busted for cocaine three years prior. I talked to his bondsman. Says an artist by the name of John Gamble put up security for him." At the sound of the name Proctor audibly swallowed. He wondered if the captain had heard.
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.
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 sound 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 "sound." 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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