Michal's meditating on the possibility of enlarging his titanic Fiction Corpus with yet another story book; cites fatigue
Posted:
I don't question the potential of promulgating English as the world's second language. I do challenge the altogether average mode in which English is presented for study.
Enriching one's mastery of a language isn't like launching a brighter bead. A language - a spoken language - is not merely a tool that you can learn to utilize with greater amounts of precision. A shared language can not be torn from the professed knowledge of a community 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 pupil to recite English is to strip him of its cultural context. A capable teacher has to find a method of introducing it; the perceptive pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries define words based on a specific corpus, a body of written language of various size and consistency. They might include anything from a book about literature to some true real life stories. I watched many nights pass laboring on my "lavish" Fiction Corpus in order to form a specific 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 strung together a million words and I have catalogued them, reframing them - not just to teach a language but to defend the human soul, and to propel 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...
Europe, the summer of 2011. Twelve countries. 46 days. One car. One tent. One man. One woman he's just met.
I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.
From America I brought with me the American can-do spirit. She saw the car that I had bought, the terrible camp stove I had borrowed, and my sundry canned goods and challenged me to make-do. In my optimism I assured her that if we lacked for anything I would make up the difference. She assured me that if she lacked for anything she would find her way to the nearest airport and fly home. Luckily that never happened.
Despite the cops in Vienna. Despite the rain in Veržej. Despite getting lost in Italy. Despite parting at Soest. Despite that night in Amsterdam. Despite our fight in Lisieux. Despite the storm in the Bois de la Roche. Despite that terrible morning outside Collonges. Despite the long road to Pielenhofen, we came back safe and sound and most importantly we were happy. We had started to learn how to listen. We had left the devils of the road behind and the devils ahead seemed just a little bit smaller. We had started to open up.
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 Action
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 action in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word action, 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 action is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Action
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word action.
Video of me pronouncing "action."
Definition of Action
Action is how you get things done.
Common use of action in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word action.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word action.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word action.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
Usage of Action 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 action.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Action."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word actionand 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 action, 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 #6373
hulu says he was looking for the alhambra action scouts cause he heard they fight mexicans on jet skis. which he thinks is pretty cool.
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 had no idea what the hell those weapons were doing in his uncle's store - but, if he couldn't yet distinguish a rifle barrel from his butthole, at least there was one thing Jesus did notice. The shiny, black nine millimeter pistols with double-action triggers and fifteen-shot magazines were familiar. They were Italian Berettas - like the one I purchased from Goofy - except that these guns were still showing off their serial numbers. They were standard NATO issue - and if one of them was worth four hundred dollars for one's friend, who knew how much they'd be worth for one's enemy.
For generations before that tragic explosion (and the other one that followed it), the use of fossil fuels on Earth had been, generally speaking, limited. Subject to strict regulation and prohibitive taxation, most of it had gone to the planet Mars, the cost of transport being cheaper for oil than for any other potential source of energy, and, thanks to general tax relief and subsidies for processes like coal liquefaction, this export of fossil fuels was actively encouraged. When Yellowstone exploded, this trend was immediately reversed: export was discouraged while taxation and restrictions for consumption on Earth were quickly repealed. This move was meant to help the unfortunate ones who either needed a fast and easy source of energy or heat or else required the speed and mobility that oil and gas fueled internal-combustion engines offered. These people were not just Americans; they lived all across the globe - a globe now darkened by layers upon layers of atmospheric haze that made large photovoltaic power systems, based upon thousands of silicon and gallium arsenide solar cells, incapable of meeting the urgent energy needs of a suffering planet. Fossil fuel consumption was allowed to grow despite the knowledge that fossil fuel emissions would only make the Earth's atmosphere even more unclean.
In those days, many unhealthy people were suing in civil courts: they brought actions against private individuals, and companies, and corporations, and even, in the case of the most ambitious, against governments, both local and national. Thanks to your father's father, your father's mother was one of those people. Jesus's father tried to find justice (and punitive damages) in numerous courts. "If Guatemala," said his father, "can sue the great industries of the United States, then so can I." But he started small, each minor victory paving his way to more and more ambitious claims.
Your grandfather's actions were famous and had great consequence. Having set a milestone in the history of tort law, they marked a new era in political and legal history. Two years after Jesus's mother died, the government of France took the unprecedented step of admitting its own fault, not only for the terrible lives and health of its citizens, but also for the general atmospheric situation - many thought the move was a purely financial and political one, as the French government was in danger of losing its power and legitimacy, but that was beside the point: it was still a clear moral victory. That same year, many governments won lawsuits against a myriad of industrial giants. For the criminal and tortious acts of polluting the public weal so indiscriminately and mercilessly, those giants were forced to pay, first, sums of over three billion dollars, and then, eleven point three billion dollars, until finally, they were paying settlements of three hundred and sixty-eight point five billion dollars. Hallelujah! said the people. God bless the Law!
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.
As fascinating as all these distinctions are, they do not in themselves catapult a certain wine into five or four-star strata. The dynamics of pricing wine are subject to far less dignified factors; the discriminating taste may find satisfaction at the lowest of denominations. I don't mean to imply simply that there is no disputing taste - 'de gustibus' and 'one man's meat' - all fine, well established. I'll quietly respect any man's preference if he insist. But I do mean to point out that certain criteria will, in fact, set things apart.
– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 1, Section 1, Introduction, Paragraph 1, Clauses 20-24
But how is a man supposed to love his wife? I suppose the answer is: with as much attraction, devotion, attention, and loyalty he can muster; with affection, attachment and admiration: of course. But is there anything exclusive about their love? Their feelings must be intense: there is no doubt. And their admiration must be very informed.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 7, The Seventh Day, Part 1, Strength & Security Sector Reform, Section 2, Facing a Choice, Paragraph 17
I have no idea what she did or did not know; I must wonder if her actions were not informed by some sort of knowledge, or at the very least, some kind of suspicion that her husband was gravely ill. The woman was just too distraught: her behavior was too erratic not to have been influenced by this kind of situation.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 3, Wondering, Paragraph 5, Clauses 1-2
But: what if we consider love, not as a state or a connection, but like an orientation? It seems to me that sexual desire, personal ties, ties of kinship, and even benevolence are rooted in something I would call admiration. That is, in order to feel attraction, devotion, attention, or concern, one must first be oriented toward these feelings. One cannot feel attraction without feeling admiration first.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 7, The Seventh Day, Part 1, Strength & Security Sector Reform, Section 2, Facing a Choice, Paragraph 9
ANDY: Gravity? My dear Olympia: gravity is attraction. And it sounds very simple, but I'm afraid it's not - it's very complicated. In fact, it's a mystery. And the worst thing about gravity: no matter what you do, it tries to send you in two separate directions.
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.
Gog considered that. He realized such satisfaction was something to be desired. He removed his belt. He placed the buckle onto a rock. He knelt in front of it on one knee. He addressed the buckle. He slowly lifted the blade. He addressed the buckle again. He slowly lifted the blade. He swung. The top bar snapped.
The woman laughed. "You're half done. Now the sword is too dull to do the rest."
Deciding to provide himself with more traction, he stripped the rest of his clothes. "I can't believe I'm getting naked," he thought. He was also crazy enough to squeeze his whole hand through the loop. He was convinced that this way, if he dropped over the side, it would only break his wrist and not his grip.
The woman's heart skipped a beat. The secretary straightened herself. If she were being cruel, thought the woman, she would turn to see the ruddy, breathless reaction on her victim's face. She didn't. She went straight back to her desk. She sucked in her waist to squeeze past the edge. She kept her eyes low. She was making signals. She even bit her lower lip.
A door opened. It was on the far side of the long, narrow room. A man walked in. He was wearing the uniform of a bailiff. "Good morning, Pat," said the secretary.
A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.
LESBIAN: I can put this one back. No one can accuse me of stealing it. I just borrowed it to show that some things in life are more important than others. Whom am I kidding? I took it to get into my landlady's panties. I'm a terrible human being. There have been worse than me - like the person who stabbed that poor girl sixty-two times: the first murderer this island has had to fear in more than one hundred and fifty years. Both suspect and victim were like me: alien to this place. Why did we come? What did we hope to find? Peace? We scared her off. Happiness? Satisfaction? Understanding? Why here? Why do we trespass on other people's land? It stands in our way - but of what? There's nothing beyond what's right in front of us at any given time. There's no way of knowing that unless you trespass. All that one can hope to do is make as little damage as possible along the way. We are all criminals, whether we like it or not. Though some of us are big and some of us small, we are all cut from the same dough. That's not the easiest thing to believe when one man robs or kills another man. What was my crime? Why am I punished? Why am I the only one who's alone? Or is it just my imagination? Are there others out there who can see me? Who know me? Who can feel my pain? If there are, I salute you. I would kiss you if I could. I can't, so I just say, 'Thank you.'
– ACT II, line 583
FLETCHER: It makes me jealous.
ALICE: Why should you be jealous? By the sound of things, you get plenty of action.
FLETCHER: What do you mean?
ALICE: Didn't you say a pair of nine-year-olds caught you kissing a married woman?
FLETCHER: That was nothing. There have been some other things.
ALICE: Such as?
– ACT I, lines 636-641
MS. JACKSON: I will go insane if I don't find out.
GREY GOOSE: It's all very simple. These two have been running a racket: a confidence game. Kokomo plays the prostitute, whose story is so ridiculous it must be true. Finding out for oneself is the challenge. If she's the best lay in the South Pacific, one should know the difference.
FLETCHER: Satisfaction guaranteed.
GREY GOOSE: Cash comes rolling in.
MS. JACKSON: I don't understand. What happens when-
FLETCHER: By the time they get to bed, they think she's a charity case.
GREY GOOSE: She vomits on them and that's it.
MS. JACKSON: Vomits?
FLETCHER: It turns me off.
MS. JACKSON: How?
– ACT II, lines 431-440
MS. JACKSON: If he came to me repentant of his sins - I mean all of them - I would forgive him. I would consider allowing him to return to this house. Do you think I don't want him? I want him more than you could ever know. I want him in a way that, unfortunately, I have never had him. I won't settle for less than I deserve. That's all I'm going to say on the subject. It upsets me. Your father has behaved strangely in the past; as of late, his actions have been frightening me. Maybe it is the climate around here - I'm not going to take any chances. (to KOKOMO) I want you to watch out for him, in case he should try to violate you.
FLETCHER: That is unwarranted.
MS. JACKSON: It may have taken a hundred and fifty years for another murder to occur, but we are not immune to rape. We need only bear witness to what took place on Pitcairn in recent times. Six men were found guilty of sexual offenses. That's almost the entire adult male population over there. I'm not going to let that happen around here - not while I'm alive. Do you understand? As soon as you're done with this mess, Kokomo, I would like these towels to go to the laundry. We have all of Lesbian's things to wash.
KOKOMO: I have a question, ma'am.
MS. JACKSON: Yes?
KOKOMO: Will our guest from New Zealand be staying with us for considerably longer than planned? If that's the case, I'm going to have to make a new schedule.
MS. JACKSON: I don't know, dear. I don't think so, but, then again, you can never be sure, can you? Just stick to the current schedule for now. I'm sorry if you've been overworked.
KOKOMO: That is not my concern at all.
MS. JACKSON: I just want Homo to feel as welcome as possible. Thank you for your continued cooperation. Excuse me.
– ACT I, lines 1323-1332
FLETCHER: If he came to you in penitence, would you accept him?
MS. JACKSON: That's difficult for me to say.
FLETCHER: It's not. Tell us. If he were sorry, would you forgive him?
MS. JACKSON: If he came to me repentant of his sins - I mean all of them - I would forgive him. I would consider allowing him to return to this house. Do you think I don't want him? I want him more than you could ever know. I want him in a way that, unfortunately, I have never had him. I won't settle for less than I deserve. That's all I'm going to say on the subject. It upsets me. Your father has behaved strangely in the past; as of late, his actions have been frightening me. Maybe it is the climate around here - I'm not going to take any chances.
(to KOKOMO) I want you to watch out for him, in case he should try to violate you.
FLETCHER: That is unwarranted.
MS. JACKSON: It may have taken a hundred and fifty years for another murder to occur, but we are not immune to rape. We need only bear witness to what took place on Pitcairn in recent times. Six men were found guilty of sexual offenses. That's almost the entire adult male population over there. I'm not going to let that happen around here - not while I'm alive. Do you understand? As soon as you're done with this mess, Kokomo, I would like these towels to go to the laundry. We have all of Lesbian's things to wash.
KOKOMO: I have a question, ma'am.
MS. JACKSON: Yes?
KOKOMO: Will our guest from New Zealand be staying with us for considerably longer than planned? If that's the case, I'm going to have to make a new schedule.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
With my next imaginary class I started debating the actions of Vasilevsky at Kharkov. I argued on one side that he should've had the courage to stand up to Stalin. I argued the opposite point as well. As I was summing up my conclusions I found two visitors at my window. They were old men. They said they had come to see the lunatic at the schoolhouse. I invited them inside but they walked off.
Nike stared. He thought about it. He wasn't sure what to say. He held Indiana's gaze. For the first time in my life, it seemed like he was at a loss for words.
I offered Indiana a drink. She took it. She pulled it out of my hand. I wondered if she were trying to tell me something. There was a subtle urgency to her actions that night.
Nike obeyed. I was surprised. It took me a moment to collect myself. I reached for my dress. Nike started to laugh. I clenched my teeth. I picked up the cloth. I tried not to leave any marks. It was impossible. "What's so funny?" I asked. I started putting on the dress.
Nike tried to control himself. I saw the shaking of his shoulders slowly subside. As soon as they had stopped, they shuddered back into action.
The Amazon was not convinced. He wanted spies. He wanted somebody Orbitz could not resist. He asked for and received approval for an arousal profile. It determined that Orbitz's taste for the opposite sex tended towards the slighty exotic. His taste for men closely matched his own mostly human pedigree. Out of all Alliance staff members in the local database two scientists fit the profile perfectly. A human astrobiologist named Pfizer Microsoft and an astrolinguist of mostly Eridanian extraction pursuing a medical degree. Neither had according to their records any reason to be loyal to Orbitz. They had never met the man. The Amazon made sure. He first trotted Doctor Microsoft before a board of inquiry. The Astrazeneca listened as he vehemently denied being a Wiki-en. They said, "This is truth." Then the Amazon brought out the Eridanian. She had been born and raised in the Solar System. She had never visited her ancestral world. She was young. Innocent. Her skin beautifully tinged with blue. She said her name was Sara Lee.
Orbitz typed. "Show me the log." A list of all actions aboard ship appeared. Orbitz immediately saw the problem. Between his last depature and return the log had recorded three authorized entries. Somebody was on board. Orbitz typed, "Who came onto the ship?"
Marriott took an even longer moment to respond. "You did," she wrote. Something was wrong.
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 action 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 "action." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.
Help me keep the "Action" page up and running...
If you love women and art...
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Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed.
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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Felt earrings for sale
Felt earrings by Dorota.
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.
Round ceramic earrings for sale
Round ceramic earrings by Dorota.
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.
Oblong ceramic earrings for sale
Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota.
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.
'Coral' necklace for sale
Corals by Sylwia.
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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