Michal rejects the prospect of supplementing his impressive Fiction Corpus with more free short stories; cites fatigue
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I don't question the possibility of employing English as a global lingua franca. I do challenge the regular way in which the English language is presented for study.
Perfecting one's adroitness with a language isn't like pioneering a brighter lantern. A language - a living tongue - is not just an instrument that you can learn to wield with greater amounts of precision. A common tongue cannot be bisected from the professed knowledge of a recognized nation 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 a student recite English is to rob him of its cultural context. A worthy teacher has to prepare a plan for introducing it; the discerning pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries define words on the basis of a particular corpus, a set of written works of various size and consistency. This corpus can include everything from a book about literature to a collection of science fiction reviews. I suffered many a sleepless night laboring on my "walloping" Fiction Corpus to form a unique type 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 prepared a million words and I have investigated them, reshaping them - not just to teach the English language but to defend the human spirit, and to goad 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...
Lots of people go on road trips. Not everybody criss-crosses Europe in 46 days. Especially not with a complete stranger.
Though as an artist I had been working on body acceptance since the start of my career, and as a one-time practicing figure model was used to being nude in a social setting, I had been left largely unexposed to the community of naturists and nudists working towards the same goal of promoting the human being. Visiting nude beaches and resorts along the East Coast and participating in events organized around New York by Young Naturists America, I was left hungry for more and had come to Europe to see things from their side of the pond. Margo was my introduction.
I had an American passport. She didn't. And the fact that I was driving a car with Polish license plates gave her ample opportunity to point out the difference. It wasn't just police and border guards who ethnically profiled me. Regular folks did it too. One campsite owner didn't shake my hand until he realized I was an American. By that point, I had trained myself to use a simplified English, something that more closely resembled what passes for a lingua franca in Europe these days. Something Margo was trying very hard to master.
Each man grows up with his own kind of poverty. Even if he's got a warm house and plenty of food and a soft bed and plenty of entertainment, there's always something that a man needs. Sometimes he just needs to be listened to, if only by the birds and the trees, but preferably by another man, even if he's an artist from America who isn't very good at listening. By learning how to listen, we learn how to cooperate. By cooperating, we build a better world. In a better world, there are no devils to abuse us. A better world doesn't lend itself to abuse because a better world is populated by people who have learned how to listen.
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 Future
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 future in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word future, 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 future is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Future
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word future.
Video of me pronouncing "future."
Definition of Future
The word futureis fetishized to mean a vague kind of inevitable adversity that you can't prevent but that you can somehow ameliorate by worrying about it in the present. It is also a time that represents the set of circumstances not yet come into being but which are expected one way or the other. It also refers to a kind of artifact related to these circumstances.
Common use of future in illustrative example sentences
Don't forget to include anyfuture payments you expect to receive.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word future.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word future.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word future.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word future.
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Usage of Future 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 future.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Future."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word futureand 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 future, 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 #6966
i didnt know the future. thats why i lived for the big score. i thought money could get me peace of mind. comfort. stability. satisfaction.
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.
Perhaps someday that city will grow to the very edges of the Hellas plain, measuring the whole two thousand kilometers of the basin's diameter. It would be the greatest city in the solar system. Or, perhaps, the city will be completely abandoned, once the hydrosphere threatens it with flooding. It may depend on what you choose to do, my child. The future of Centropolis hangs in the balance - there is no doubt about it. The city's founders never imagined a day when the atmosphere would reach one thousand millibars, and yet, your great-great-grandfather, Hitler Panzer-Tank, was the first governor to go outside in the light of day without his suit and breathe normally with an oxygen tank.
There was still a small crowd of people near the entrance to the club. Jesus had no idea who those people were, but, nevertheless, trying to approach his prey at that point would've been suicide; Jesus had no way of knowing how many random people knew him as that guy whose father sells books - "you know, his father's that crazy guy who talks to himself," they would've told the police. Besides, the Krupnik would've seen his face, and, having seen his face, Jesus would've been compelled by all sense of self-preservation to kill the man. That was not an option: Jesus was not prepared to kill anyone; he was not a murderer; he was a poor man. Jesus waited. The future brother-in-law showed up. "Shit," Jesus said. The two of them were leaving together; that made things very difficult.
The host nodded. "Ano, ano," he said. "A while back," said the host, "Hitler Panzer-Tank the Third came with his family to the Czech Republic for the groundbreaking ceremony of a new Trappist monastery that he is helping to build not far away from here. Now, you might ask: why is Hitler Panzer-Tank the Third paying for a new Trappist monastery in the Czech Republic? That makes no sense. But it makes perfect sense if you realize that the richest man on Earth was courting Rome, so that, in the future, when he unveiled his plan for the invasion of Mars, they wouldn't say a word of criticism."
How naïve I was in those days! How innocent and well-intentioned! How awash in guilt and pride! How forgiving! How excited and full of love! How desperate and yearning! How hurt! How sad, empty, and alone! How penitent! How in need of someone's love, understanding, encouragement, and support! How basically isolated! How impatient! How surrounded by lust! How conscious of my own duty! My own impossible duty! My destiny! My oath! My future! My life! On Mars!
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.
NIKE: Exactly: that's why I'm pulling out of tissue. Nobody wants to invest in futures anymore.
ANDY: Yeah, well, I'm gonna wait till it falls under sixty.
NIKE: Hey, nice try - but it's gonna come back to haunt 'cha.
ANDY: Aw, who cares anyway: it's all artificially buoyed nowadays.
As for the future between me and Indiana, I will keep you informed. I have no idea what will become of us.
If there is to be a future, I will stay here and make my presence felt. If not, I will return home as soon as possible.
So, in the meantime, dear sister, keep yourself beautiful, and as free from sin as possible.
Yours in Christ, Church, et cetera,
Andrea Stewart
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 7, The Seventh Day, Part 1, Strength & Security Sector Reform, Section 2, Facing a Choice, Paragraphs 25-29
"The day of Luca," she said, "is very important for Hungarians too. On that day, the girl can guess what will be the job of her future husband. We would use the lead in the backyard - how do you call it? Casting? We would cast the lead in the backyard, and the shape of the lead will tell you the job of your future husband.
Warfield, the future Duchess of Windsor in that adaptation of her memoirs. I'm sure you've heard absolutely nothing about it: the production was terrible and closed after a few weeks. Ms. Christie was not to blame, but since her future seemed to depend on the success of this production, and because it's so difficult for anyone to look good in a bad show, during my entire stay with her in Hampstead, she was in a constant state of fluster.
– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 11, Guidebooks, Paragraph 5, Clauses 6-10
Khrushchev was obsessed with agriculture for his entire political career. He sent Brezhnev, his future successor, all the way to Kazakhstan to supervise an experimental program in cultivation. He sent thousands of workers to Siberia so that they could develop millions of acres of untouched land. And for what? For nothing: they were all failures. But that was his dream. International communism was not as important to him, in my opinion. I think the obsession began when he was a young man, in his twenties, when his first wife died in a famine. And the irony is, before the war, he helped Stalin practically destroy agriculture in the first place, with all their collectivization schemes. That's certainly one thing he decided not to mention when he made his secret speech. Because he was very interested in reform, and he used that speech to disgrace his rivals - but he loved Stalin.
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.
"My liaison with the Manga People, a certain Captain Hoopz, claims somebody, perhaps this so-called Admiral Flava Flav, is running an extortion racket. If this story were to break, the Hentai Manga League would face investigations. Our more zealous legislators would try to tamper with the leadership. The Federation would threaten to suspend the all-lunar series. The extent of the possible damage is vast. Imagine how many fewer customers your prostitutes would have."
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!"
The man translated. "She says she welcomes you." The dirty Manga sat at the opposite end of the desk. Its jawless mouth flexed like a wet vagina-the only difference being, this thing was full of teeth.
The man was getting close. Tatum tried again to push her arm through the sleeve. It was stuck again. She pushed harder. It refused to budge. Tatum clenched her teeth. She pushed as hard as she could. She thought her arm was going to break. Tears welled in her eyes. "I can't," she thought. She looked down. The man was less than ten yards away. She had to do it.
"Your friend is dead. Neal, this dirty Manga is involved. At the very least, we ought to talk to her. I want to know what is going on-why she stole the PDA."
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.
MS. JACKSON: I've been very happy with your service. You've become absolutely indispensable to this venture. Should you choose to continue with me far into the future, I would be most grateful. I already consider you a part of the family. If you should ever have the desire and the opportunity and the willingness to formalize that relationship - sacramentally speaking - I mean that in the fullest sense of the term - even if that requires a certain individual to confirm himself into the Catholic faith - I want you to know that you would enjoy my full support. I mean, namely, that, if one should be so lucky to have you for - I mean, if I should be so lucky to have - that is, I suspect you would find me a better mother-in-law than you have an employer. It's not that I pry. I've realized that - I'm not completely off the mark, am I?
KOKOMO: No. I simply never imagined I was so-
MS. JACKSON: Clearly it took me a while to - anyway: that's that.
KOKOMO: Thank you.
MS. JACKSON: It's incredible how much you remind me of me when I was your age. I too was filled with confidence. My family recognized my strength and valued it. I consider it my duty to strengthen others. May I confide in you?
KOKOMO: Yes.
MS. JACKSON: What I want to tell you isn't easy for me to describe. You have a right to know. I became pregnant with Fletcher before I was married. It took pressure, if not outright coercion, before Grey Goose finally agreed to wed - even though he had always talked about it as if it were a sure thing. I've never understood why it had to be like that, but I feel it's been at the root of most of the problems we've had. I just wanted you to know so that you could be careful.
KOKOMO: Thank you. I can't imagine how hard it must have been.
MS. JACKSON: Indeed. You see how long the pain can last. Be wary, child. Do not commit the same mistake I did.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Grandmother got halfway through tossing her hand. She lifted her finger again. "It's funny you should mention St. Andrew. Cherry branches weren't the only things girls used. On St. Andrew's Eve, if a girl swept the floor with a new broom at the stroke of midnight, the dirt would reveal the face of her future husband. It would help if she were stepping on a piece of silver. On the other hand, she could also try looking up a chimney. That was my favorite. You had to do it naked."
"You will go to the Nautilus," said Orbitz. He started removing Sara Lee's skin suit. She did the same for him. "When you get there I'll already be onboard." Sara Lee stopped. Orbitz stared mournfully into her eyes. He said, "When you get there I won't remember this. I'll look much younger than I do now."
Sara Lee turned. Orbitz's hands hovered desperately above her naked shoulders. "I knew it," she said. "You're from the future." Orbitz grasped her. He embraced her as hard as he could.
The whole issue was rendered moot when the first resident of the house in question decided not to put up a mailbox. He purchased a post office box instead. This pleased nobody. Especially not the clerks. The man got a lot of oversized first-class mail. The situation lasted years until the man finally moved out. His mother moved in. His mother received a lot of third-class mail. Half a tray of URGENT! URGENT! contest victories everyday. It was getting thrown out. The woman was horrified to learn that third class mail didn't get delivered to post office boxes. She put up her own box. A month before the Rural Mail Count. The count of all mail that would decide rural carrier salaries for the foreseeable future.
Grandmother shook her head. "There was yet another way. Do you see how desperate girls were when I was young? On the feast of St. Lucia, a girl could take a bite from an apple. If she took a bite every day, making sure she took the last one on Christmas Eve, she could see her future husband.
A quiet corner. A back alley. By the harbor. An ocean liner. The continents from space. Looking through a glass of water. A wildfire. A man on horseback. Surrounded by horses. Galloping. Going to a horse show. Dressage. Austria. Rich people. Descendants of nobility. Peasantry. Young people. Their future. Uncertainty. Old folks. The sky. The phasing of the moon. A crescent. Smiling fortune. Powerful people. Success. Happiness. Envy.
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 future 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 "future." 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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