Michal is studying the potency of complementing his walloping Fiction Corpus with a screenplay for a science fiction movie; cites fatigue
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I regard highly the potency of harnessing English as everybody's second language. I don't believe in the unsensational steps through which English is presented for study.
Fortifying one's adeptness with a language isn't like making a more comfortable horse collar. A language - a common language - is not merely a tool that you can learn to wield with a greater amount of precision. A language cannot be disjoined from the prevailing culture of a group 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 person to recite English is to rob her of its cultural context. An informed instructor has to prepare a plan for introducing it; the bravest student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define a language on the basis of a particular corpus, a set of writing of varying size and consistency. This corpus may contain everything from a book about literature to some true real life stories. I watched many nights pass developing my "unheroic" Fiction Corpus in order to form a peculiar kind of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in myriad forms. It is a labor of love and listening.
I have strung together a million words and I have deconstructed them, reshaping them - not just to teach the English language but to promote 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...
One week after arriving in Europe, I met a woman in the sauna on the ground floor of the large villa she shared with her ex-husband. Four weeks later she was sharing a small rain-soaked tent with me in Vienna, our little gas-fired stove barely capable of boiling a cup of water. It wasn't until we reached Croatia that we decided to invest in a large electric kettle. It was quite the luxury and it made me very happy.
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 grown up in America. Land of opportunity. I came of age in the booming 90s when everything was possible. She had grown up in Poland. She had come of age at a time when the Soviets were making sure that there wasn't even anything to eat in the country. I couldn't even properly translate the word "opportunity" into Polish.
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 Business
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 business in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word business, 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 business is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Business
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word business.
Video of me pronouncing "business."
Definition of Business
Business is how you maintain your physical existence.
Common use of business in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word business.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word business.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word business.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word business.
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Usage of Business 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 business.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Business."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word businessand 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 business, 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 #4663
pandora asked why i call them kim kris's gifted young girls. i told her ive seen it on a business card. she says the cards must be fake.
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.
"Why do we have to break through the barricades?" asked Jesus.
"That's where the buyer is," said his much more experienced business partner, "behind the barricades."
"I don't get it," said Jesus. He was getting on his business partner's nerves.
"What don't you get about it?" said the Krupnik, through clenched teeth.
"How am I getting paid?" said the young businessman.
"You'll find out."
"Wait a minute," said Jesus. "If I'm getting a fucking bullet in the head, I want to know it."
"Keep your panties on," said the Krupnik.
"Why don't you fucking tell me what the fuck is going on?" Jesus shouted.
When I went to the paper-money-actuated coin dispenser, I removed a high-denomination bill from my wallet and a monkey stole it. He came out of nowhere and ripped it from my hand. He was a half a meter long, with a somewhat longer tail. He was tan colored, with a big, round head, a bare brown face and well-built arms and legs. He looked at me from two meters away and said 'Come and get it.' He was thick; his body was nice and thick - well-fed - his belly was bulging out like nobody's business. "You've got a lot of nerve," I said, "with a belly like that." He was standing erect, using his tail for support. Then he placed the paper money into his mouth, turned around, dropped to his little monkey hands and walked away - very, very slowly. The bastard didn't even run; he walked.
Our most important surveillance work was in Wroclaw's Town Square, close to the Rathaus, which Jesus had thoroughly searched during our defense of the Old Town. Finding out where the building archives were, Jesus had made copies of all the blueprints for properties owned by anyone named Krupnik. One property was particularly interesting. It turned out, the Rathaus Club, a dance club in the middle of Wroclaw's Town Square (close to the Town Hall, or, in German, Rathaus), not surprisingly, was indeed owned by Leonard Cohen-Krupnik. This was the dance club which Columbus had played the very same night he met my sister's killer. It was very exclusive. Both the basement and the ground floor had popular dance floors. They were large and spacious; the ceiling on the ground floor was high enough to accommodate a crystal ball two meters in diameter. The second floor was a private lounge for private guests only. The third and fourth floors had private rooms and offices. Leonard Cohen-Krupnik was often there when he was in Wroclaw. He did business in the center office on the fourth floor. His window looked over the alleyway that went through the buildings in the middle of Town Square. From one of those buildings, our cameras looked on.
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.
LUKA: Hey, this guy's got some business.
NIKE: He ain't a bad lookin' girl. Let's see the guy in the car.
LUKA: Do you think he's gay?
NIKE: I bet he's the straightest man in the world.
LUKA: He wants the ass.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 21, Anal Sex, Paragraphs 1-5
So I, on purpose, made a small drop: the shape of a coin: because I knew that Albert was interested in me, and he was working in business. So I said to my friends: I will have a businessman.
Fortunately for me, that's all I really miss. I think I just enjoy the act of reclining. I can do without the rest. In fact, I wouldn't mind being able to work on my back, if only it were more productive to do so. But I suppose that's why you should never mix business with pleasure. Nor should you be too comfortable with any one given situation. And that's why, when I look at Nike and his new partner, I begin to worry about their success. To look at Luka and be reminded of dope-smoking days? It cannot possibly bode well for Nike.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 6, Doing Business, Paragraph 10
I have also taken notice of your desire for poetry, but I must confess that I am not in the mood for waxing poetic. These modern hospitals are not quite fitting; they are too sterile, too mechanical; there are too many synthetic materials, too much plastic to be a good place for fostering passion. This corner is too quiet, too deadly quiet: a good place for writing - but not poetry; whether it be for my poetry or my prose, this hospital wing is too orderly; the rhythm here is too tired, too much going about one's business with a barely disguised reluctance. There's no way to wheedle any poetry out from these people. They are probably underpaid - but then again, I know nothing about British health care, and I'm not the sick one, so I won't complain. I don't think you want any elegies - although, when I look at Albert's quiet body: the once sturdy frame slowing sinking into itself - an elegy is all I can think of writing. But there is time for that.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 2, Poetics, Paragraph 5
I'm sure there was no other option, if Indiana had to ask me. I have no business taking care of children. I can't imagine what will happen; I told this to Indiana, but she was convinced: she said that I would do no harm and that no harm could come to me. "They love you, Giant: they will listen to you." I told her: I don't know what to do or what to tell them. She said: "bathe Fabric, because Friday is the day she has a bath. Then, put them to bed." And pray, I said. "Yes, of course, you must pray - but really, Giant, it will not be so difficult."
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 6, Making a Request, Paragraph 2
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.
"I'm sorry," said Nyota. "It's none of my business. I shouldn't have spoken. I apologize."
Junior stopped punishing the man. Harry Connick slumped in the saddle. "Good luck," he whispered, "getting me onto the real thing. I'm going to vomit."
Pleased with his success, Junior went back to the business of courtship. He called Sammy D Watanabe. "Have you ever played netball?" he asked.
"Of course," said the Asian-Australian. "When I was a kid."
They weren't alone. Physical intimacy was the first order of business for almost everybody. Kung did it with Bei. Kong the ATM thief did it with Jing the lottery cheat. Even the old man got busy. Tae was surprised to learn he did it with Do. "What happened?" he asked Kwon. "I left you two alone. Why didn't you take advantage?"
Nobody cared what Lorenzo did. When a cherry tree was chopped down in the Bishop's orchard, nobody suspected him. "Who would do such a thing?" asked the concertmaster. Ferrari shrugged. He had his own business next to the Honorable Carmina's litter. Every time she came to the Bishop's palace to hear a concert, Ferrari escorted her home.
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.
LUKE: Good question.
FLETCHER: You'd better think it over. There's nothing like a walkabout to clear one's mind.
LUKE: That's the good oil. Fletch: you're a hell of an offsider.
FLETCHER: Thanks. Listen: if you do decide on doing some business, here's the procedure. Do you see that music box? It's the only thing from the family hut that survived the fire. Once it's opened, it will play a tune. Put the money inside. Kokomo will know what to do. She'll thank you for it.
LUKE: It'll have been my pleasure.
FLETCHER: Enjoy your walk.
(LUKE exits.)
– ACT I, lines 791-796
(MS. JACKSON enters.)
MS. JACKSON: Oh. I'm sorry. Excuse me.
KOKOMO: Not at all.
MS. JACKSON: I was going to do this later, but since you're both here, I'd like to apologize. Earlier, I let my emotions get the better of me. Despite the fact that you are my son and you are my faithful employee, I was very quick to think the worst of you. That's inexcusable and I'm sorry.
KOKOMO: Thank you, Ms. Jackson. I forgive you.
FLETCHER: Likewise.
MS. JACKSON: I know you don't like what's going on, but try to see things from my perspective. I have a responsibility - not only to my guests, but to myself. I'm not going to let anybody interfere with this business - even your father.
– ACT I, lines 1314-1319
(ALICE exits.)
GREY GOOSE: Alone at last.
KOKOMO: You've done your business: now leave.
GREY GOOSE: There's more. I need your help.
KOKOMO: Again?
GREY GOOSE: Yes.
KOKOMO: I'm not your little plaything.
GREY GOOSE: Do you want to be thrown out? I didn't think so. Come with me to the kitchen. I need those tender little hands.
KOKOMO: This is the last time, Grey Goose. You've made me sore from all your stupid amusements. I can barely even walk or lift a finger. I'm totally spent.
GREY GOOSE: Don't pretend you don't like it.
– ACT I, lines 852-860
LESBIAN: Mind your own business.
FLETCHER: This is my business.
MS. JACKSON: Stop it: both of you.
FLETCHER: The way you two carry on: it makes me sick.
LESBIAN: You think you're any better. You lost your virginity to a married woman.
FLETCHER: How did you know that?
LESBIAN: She told me.
FLETCHER: You told him? How did you know?
MS. JACKSON: Your father-
FLETCHER: My father!
– ACT I, lines 983-992
(MS. JACKSON enters.)
MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose!
GREY GOOSE: Speak of the devil.
MS. JACKSON: Up to your old threats again, are you?
GREY GOOSE: Not at all.
MS. JACKSON: Get out.
GREY GOOSE: Stop trying to run me out of my own home.
MS. JACKSON: This is a place of business, mind you, of which you have none.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Look at all the people who get fat from fast food. You're not gonna put fast food out of business. It's not good for you but so what. As long as the customer knows it's not good. And who doesn't know that drugs and cigarettes are bad. Everybody knows that. They don't need me to tell them. But I'm getting off the subject.
I'm not here to defend our way of life. It is what it is. The money people pay us. Its a tax like any other. It's not my fault people have to pay two taxes. Complain to the other government.
"What about this?" asked Simmons. He came over with a framed photo in his hand. He showed it to Proctor. It was a pair of men in front of a silver SUV.
"That's my husband," said John. "And his partner. His business partner. The SUV must belong to him."
Those other guys weren't cowards. People think I hated them. I didn't hate them. They were doing their thing. Their father was a judge. Our father was a capo. You know. Why wouldn't they go into the family business. They were part of the system. The government. If I was one of them I would've done the same thing. Their way of life was to come to our homes and ruin our way of life. It was a war.
One day Orbitz finally emerged from his hotel room. He was carrying what looked like a book. He went into the shop. "It's you again," said the shopkeeper. "What do you want?" Orbitz said nothing. He dropped the book on the counter and left. One half of the surveillance team followed him all the way to the space port. The other half decided to find out what was going on. They raided the shop. They found nothing. The book Orbitz had been carrying was an antique. It was stamped with the name of the hotel. When one of the agents went to the hotel to ask about it the clerk behind the desk wanted it back. He said every room was supposed to have one. It was tradition. He had no idea why. He said the owner would get mad if one of them disappeared. The owner was questioned about the book. He said the same thing. It was tradition. Every room had a book. Every book was the same. He didn't know why. He didn't care to know. The Amazon cared. According to his sources there was a chance the book had a connection to the Wiki-en Society. He ordered the hotel closed. He arrested the owner and the entire staff. They proved themselves innocent quickly. The Astrazeneca found no deception in them. The shopkeeper was different. He was held long after the others had been released. He wasn't lying about Orbitz. He had never seen the man before in his life. He was lying about the way he did business. He claimed he was an honest businessman. It was a lie. He claimed he knew a good bargain when he saw one. Another lie. The Amazon wondered what was happening. Orbitz had gone from the space port to a low orbit cruise ship. Aboard the same ship was Sara Lee. The scientist who had confounded the Astrazeneca in the first place. He assigned a surveillance team to watch her. She walked around and gazed at the blue planet. She didn't see Orbitz at all.
Branca lives in California now with her husband. Her old torch-bearer, Fr. Rebelo, lives outside Boston. I'm not sure when they last saw each other but it couldn't have been long ago. Rebelo does weddings for the family. He just did one for Lima child number ten. I don't remember any of their names. In fact, old Sir Lima announced at that wedding that henceforth a Lima marriage would not be valid unless performed by Rebelo. That's one of those chummy deals that's kept Hong Kong in business through the ages.
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 business 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 "business." 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.
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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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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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