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I can't reject the possibility of implementing English as a common language for the world. I do challenge the prevailing plan by which the English tongue is presented for study.
Reenforcing a person's handiness with a language isn't like pioneering a brighter bead. A language - a living language - isn't just an instrument that you can learn to manipulate with a greater amount of precision. A living language can not be insulated from the philosophical currents of a society 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 deprive them of its cultural context. A worthy teacher has to find a method of introducing it; the wisest student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe a language on the basis of a particular corpus, a body of written works of varying scope and consistency. Such a corpus could include everything from a book about literature to some really funny bedtime stories. I lost many a sleepless night laboring on my "lavish" Fiction Corpus to form a unique class 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 drawn up a million words and I have catalogued them, reshaping them - not just to teach the English language but to describe the human soul, and to provoke 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 table in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word table, 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 table is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Table
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word table.
Video of me pronouncing "table."
Definition of Table
I have yet to publish the definition of table.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of table in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word table.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word table.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word table.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word table.
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Usage of Table 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 table.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Table."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word tableand 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 table, 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 #5782
the cliff cant be climbed without equipment. not that i would want to try. its probably unstable.
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.
He sold his books at market, which, at first, was down by the Church of Sts. Peter and Paul. Day after day, but especially on Thursdays, the local fruit and vegetable farmers would sell their produce. There were clothes and odds and ends, but your grandfather was the only one selling books. Few people were buying. At least your grandfather gained a reputation for knowing his books. Within two years, every kind of book which the average kind of person would buy had been sold; afterwards, it was a matter of waiting for the random law student to come and buy a mother lode. With a sale like that, your grandfather had enough heroin for months; he would disappear into his room and not be seen for days.
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.
When the town authorities moved the marketplace to the other side of town, your grandfather refused to move. The old marketplace had been only a hundred meters away from Town Square; the mayor had moved it clear across town because somebody's son-in-law was planning to buy some property there and build a giant store complex. Nobody wanted to go that far and that was the point: the mayor had built the new marketplace with town money just so nobody would go there and he could call it unprofitable, which meant that he could then sell it to somebody's son-in-law, who could then build a giant store complex without having to spend all of his money on foundations or water and gas. It was intentional. Everybody knew it.
He invited us all to sit around a round table - a small, round table. We sat down. The room was small; there was nothing else in it except for the round table and four small chairs. Jesus put his pistol on the table; it lay against the bare wooden surface, pointing at the wall; Jesus put his hand on the pistol; he raised an eyebrow. Nigel raised one too.
Sadatmo's men were cornered. If Sadatmo had been smart, he would've made some kind of conciliatory gesture, like an agreement to a partial withdrawal. The Americans were uncomfortable: they didn't like to fight, especially in outer space, where it seemed like nothing was really worth their time. Protestors on Earth were always saying, "no blood for oil!" as if they didn't drink it, but the government was having particular difficulty in defending their lack of compromise. The president said the principle was fighting the aggressor and protecting free trade, but then his secretary said the whole thing was about saving jobs, which really confused people. Instead of capitalizing on this confusion, Sadatmo used fighting words and threatened to drop chemical weapons on top of the Jews. People wondered why Sadatmo had chemical weapons: "who gave him chemical weapons?" they said. Nobody answered.
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.
If Nike were plagued with happiness - if he could not shake that feeling of joy, that irrepressible feeling of perfect communion - he would not understand why he must be so happy. He would still know why he's not unhappy - and if some strange fortune were smiling on him, he would know exactly why he be happy at that particular moment in time - that's precisely why he's so comfortable, because he knows what sorts of things are capable of satisfying him.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 1, Cancer, Paragraph 7, Clauses 1-2
Because of her schedule, Christie likes to wake up bright and early in the afternoon. But, because I was her guest, the first morning of my stay I woke up to the smell of burning eggs. Christie had woken up early in the morning and had tried to make me breakfast, but had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. I quietly disposed of the smoldering remains before I woke her up and told her to go back to bed, which she promptly did: after we arranged to meet at Trafalgar Square in the afternoon. So I went down to Westminster by myself to visit the prominent buildings, and then made my way up Whitehall at the appropriate hour. Spying from across the street, looking past the rotating mob of cars, I spotted two familiar figures at the base of Nelson's Column; they were standing on top of the pedestal.
He hesitated momentarily but he agreed, kicking the snow off his boots and patting down his coat. I offered some rum that Luke had left behind one day; Macy was more than happy to accept, and the conversation became spirited. After only a few shots, we ran out of rum; I made some screwdrivers from cheap vodka. Macy, finding these palatable enough, allowed them to carry us well past midnight, as we continued discussing the drawbacks and merits of the production.
ANDY: What you've done to my beloved sister is regrettable. But this is not about my sister: it's about you, Macy - but, I'm very glad that you've decided to mention her. Do you know what she does?
MACY: ...
ANDY: She still pangs after you: it's quite disgusting.
NIKE: It depends what kind of action is on the Champs. It can be hard to find something palatable. Young ones are eager to please. They're the best. It's not easy to score. Some girls drive around. Can you believe that? They're the expensive ones. I wonder who pimps them out. It's probably the people who work the girls on Avenue Foch. Have you ever been there?
LUKA: No.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 21, Anal Sex, Paragraphs 38-39
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.
"You're right. I didn't see that. They must be new." Junior almost cursed.
"Without a girth," explained Nyota, "you won't be able to hold down a saddle."
"The stableboys have been sleeping on the job."
"If you want him to race Belmont, I don't think he's going to be ready in time." Nyota looked him in the eye. "Don't tell me you're willing to put the horse at risk."
Patsy asked Juanita if he could test out his theory on her. She agreed. Dressed in a skirt for what seemed, at least to Patsy, to be the very first time, and only to approximate the circumstances of the victim, Juanita placed around her neck a breakaway collar through which Patsy had looped a rope. Having her lie on a long conference table, Patsy attached the rope to the legs of the table on the side above her head. Similarly, he attached another rope to the D-rings on either side of the safety buckle. This uncomfortably pressed against the ranger's face.
It was easier said than done. Junior didn't have anything in common with the spindle-shank accountant. His mere presence in front of Myklebust's desk made the man visibly uncomfortable. Junior tried to break the ice.
"That's an impressive stack of invoices, Harry. It looks like you need a break. How about I take you golfing?"
The closest portable radio was on. It was broadcasting in slurpee. Tatum switched the dial.
A commentator said, "If Neal Channing wants to lead this team back to the championship, here's the bottom line. He needs to work on that forward pass."
"You're right, Tim. Shaq is always on the mark. I rarely see him out of position."
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
GREY GOOSE: Imprisonment: starvation: being pressed to death.
MS. JACKSON: Is that what awaits me, husband?
GREY GOOSE: No.
MS. JACKSON: Then what?
GREY GOOSE: You know what the penalty is.
MS. JACKSON: Homelessness? You think that if you burn my house down, I'll come live in your sty? Fool! I'd rather wander about the island cursing your name for the rest of my life.
GREY GOOSE: Do you know what I adore about fire? More than its color, its beauty, or its warmth? more than its light, its speed, or its age? more than the fear it brings to bug or beast? more than its purity? its fertility? its never-ending energy? or its ability to wander about the island endlessly seeking out its prey? More than all those things, I love its loyalty to itself: its obedience to nature. Oh, wife! When you know how to stoke her, she can be so perfectly predictable.
MS. JACKSON: Fletcher would never let you get away with it.
GREY GOOSE: He did once; why not twice?
MS. JACKSON: Fletcher!
– ACT I, lines 321-330
AT RISE: KOKOMO is wiping up the floor.
KOKOMO: Clean. Clean. Clean. We are obsessed by cleaning. If space is a giant vacuum, why does all the dust settle here: underneath the table? Why not in the middle of the floor? Where I can see it? Where I can wipe it up with my feet? We know perfectly well why, don't we, Kokomo? Master Fletcher can't be bothered to take off his shoes. Thanks to him, it's: 'wipe the floor, Kokomo.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'Clean the kitchen, girl.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'When is lunch, dear?' I don't know, Ms. Jackson. Honestly, where does all this dust come from? What am I supposed to do with it? There really is no sense in cleaning more than once a month. Let the moon show when it's time to clean. Ms. Jackson certainly doesn't know. She would have me clean my way right into an early grave. Kokomo was not built for dust. She was built for love.
MS. JACKSON: (off) Kokomo!
KOKOMO: Yes, Ms. Jackson.
– ACT I, lines 1-3
(ALICE exits.)
FLETCHER: Lord, these events rush past me and my power to comprehend them. I pray that You slow them down at least so that I can catch my breath and maybe savor this memory of lips touching lips that almost too certainly my lips won't ever touch again - but never mind all that. My mission remains clear to me and I am focused. I hope that, with the help of Your Grace, I can make sure these things come to a nice, safe, happy, altogether acceptable, equitable, and respectable conclusion.
– ACT II, lines 231-231
FLETCHER: (placing the towel on the table) I would rather you get the towel dirty than your clothes.
ALICE: Is that the reason?
FLETCHER: Have you thought of a better one?
ALICE: Not quite.
FLETCHER: I'm trying to ensure the efficacy of this massage.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Steve O was picked up at the airport. He was treated to dinner. He was taken to see the view from Mulholland Drive. He was having a blast. He insisted on taking Adam out to a nightclub. For gays. Adam didn't like it. The harder he tried to look like he was having fun, the more Steve O could tell things were uncomfortable. He offered to call it a night. Adam invited him to stay at his house. Steve O demurred. Adam chose not to insist. Steve O ended up at the hotel.
The drone of the cicadas overwhelmed every other sound. I didn't hear Matt and Parker until they were in the stable. Kissing and tearing at each other's clothes. I left.
At lunch the next day I overhead Jeff telling Jessica about Matt's conquest. He confirmed that it was the full deal. Jessica asked, "Did Matt tell you?"
Something glimmered through the haze above the clouds. It was the sails of Captain Orbitz's ship. Hundreds of thousands of miles long. Pfizer paused. He wanted to see if he could spot lensing from the gravitational pull of the tesseract. After a moment he shut his eyes. He was succumbing to the glamour of the dark side. It was unacceptable to glorify such hideous machines of war.
Grandmother blushed. "You mean, look up a chimney? I'm afraid there was only one chimney in the house where I grew up. It was in the kitchen, next to the table, which, by midnight, was always surrounded by drunk men. They wanted me to do it. They said, 'Reinhard is on the roof. Go quickly. Look up. Don't forget to take off your clothes.' You have to understand, Reinhard was the ugliest man in town."
I've never been to Hong Kong. I was in Macao once. I lost 25,000 dollars at the casino. I won it back later in Vegas but while I was in Macao and out of money I went for a walk. To clear my head. To get away from the tables. To my great amusement I stumbled upon a street named after Sir Lima. The street ran right into another street named Rebelo. There was a bank on the corner.
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 table 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
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "table." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
St. Sebastian was a member of the Roman Emperor's praetorian guard who had the audacity to teach Christian values while on the job. I think active duty American military men and women who don't vote or who don't publicly express a political opinion because of the uniform are either being idiotic or are being cowed by the threat of punishment from a superior. Either way, they're eunuchs. My purpose in creating the St. Sebastian Series is to put the flesh and face of the true soldier front and center. The good soldier puts his mission ahead of himself. He often ends up dead. The true soldier knows a bad mission when he sees one and he isn't afraid to say it. Saint Sebastian was not a cow, despite what clever people would have you believe. Saint Sebastian is a patron saint for all protestors who face the arrows of the mob for speaking out.
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