Michal declines to debate the possibility of enlarging his monolithic Fiction Corpus with a story about a fiction writer; cites fatigue
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I have faith in the concept of administering English as a worldwide lingua franca. I don't believe in the pleasureless steps through which the English language is taught.
Reenforcing a person's adeptness with a language isn't like producing a sharper arrowhead. A language - a common tongue - is not just a tool that you can learn to employ with greater amounts of precision. A shared language can't be segregated from the prevailing culture 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 person recite English is to strip him of its cultural context. A worthy instructor must have a blueprint for introducing it; the discerning pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe a language based on a specific corpus, a body of written works of various scope and consistency. A corpus can contain anything from a book about literature to a collection of top fiction. I suffered many a sleepless night creating my "humungous" Fiction Corpus to form a unique 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 constructed a million words and I have enumerated them, reframing them - not just to teach American vocabulary but to be an advocate for the human soul, and to goad that soul or spirit 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 I felt fully formed as a writer, and had been trained in visual language, it was my first time with a professional camera in my hands. I was just learning the ins and outs and had come to Europe to find as diverse a selection of subject matter as possible, preferably something that fit my aesthetic devotion to promoting body acceptance. Enter Margo.
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.
I've never gone hungry without deserving it. I've never been systemically beaten by a parent. I've never been fondled by a priest. That doesn't mean I can't listen to somebody who has had to experience such abuse and it doesn't mean I can't try to understand. Margo and I traveled 6,000 miles together. We slept in the same tent. We had to listen to each other. A person shouldn't need 6,000 miles to do it. We should be able to listen to each other just because we want to. We should've been taught to do it. If we haven't been taught, we should be learning how to do it and learning fast.
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 Bad
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 bad in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word bad, 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 bad is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Bad
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word bad.
Video of me pronouncing "bad."
Definition of Bad
The word bad refers either to a kind of artifact that doesn't do exactly what's expected or desired of it or to a kind of person who doesn't follow the precepts of a community, whether that leads to disgust or pleasure.
Common use of bad in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word bad.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word bad.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word bad.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word bad.
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Usage of Bad 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 bad.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Bad."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word badand 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 bad, 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 #4062
the bedroom with the bondage toys is locked. its tempting but i think ill pass. listening to expedia's moaning is bad enough.
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.
"It's emotion," she said. "It's a lot of bad emotion. It makes me think I'm ugly and worthless, et cetera, et cetera." She was trying to be flippant. "It makes me not want to be seen, not want to be touched." She was trying to be serious at the same time.
"I didn't notice him. If he did, he only came to the Mass - didn't have time for the burial. He always has to work. You know why? 'Cause he has to have an estate! He had to build a manor house! He had to buy fields from everybody else. Why did he have to do that? Because he's a 'real farmer!' A Christian farmer! A natural farmer! He's seventy years old! He takes all day to move a barrow of hay from one side of the barn to the other. He falls over when his dogs try to hug him - even though they're starving. Seven dogs he has! Two bitches just gave birth: six in one litter and two in the other. I told him to give 'em away, but he said, 'No, I can't do that. They're good dogs: they're guard dogs. They know when somebody bad is trying to do something. When the neighbors come, they won't let them in: they know what they're about. I can't kill these dogs; I can't do that.' I said give 'em away, but does he listen? No! He just talks ridiculous things all day long!
It was not far from the truth: many years and much pain and suffering would go by before I finally figured out what that sign meant. When I was thirteen years old, I had no idea. The first time I saw that bitch, I was looking through your great-uncle's car window, past the garbage bags full of clothes, and I had no idea that she would bring me even more bad tidings. On that fateful day when I returned to Poland, nevertheless, I was scared. I knew it was a bad sign.
It was said that the practice originated some time after the Second Coming of Yellowstone, when, for some reason, there was an epidemic of sarcoptic itch, or scabies, which, being caused by a mite of very small proportions, is transmitted by skin-to-skin contact. However, long after the threat had passed, the habit remained and became infixed in what is called 'the parochial imagination' as part of the sacredness and immutable tradition and righteousness of the Holy Roman Catholic Church. When the priest bade his congregation and all assembled guests to share the sign of peace, Jesus watched as Hitler Panzer-Tank extended his hand to his wheelchair-bound neighbor. The old grandmother was shocked. She nodded her head as brusquely as possible and turned it back around. Jesus chuckled, but it wasn't funny. Hitler Panzer-Tank the Third was genuinely confused. Holding his hand out, he didn't understand what had just happened. It took him several moments before he finally concluded that the woman in the wheelchair had just rejected him. By that time he was facing forward again, his arm was back at his side, and his face was expressing his extreme displeasure. Jesus caught his eyes and nodded. Your grandfather decided not to nod back.
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.
There is nothing to consider. There was nothing overtly suspicious about Indiana's request. It was perfectly logical. They were, in fact, planning on moving to London; as a result, they were, in fact, hoping to sell their house in New York. Why shouldn't they paint it? Why shouldn't Indiana ask you to help? Albert was in London for the week; he was supposed to do it a month ago; the man from the bank was coming; Indiana wanted so badly to do it herself, but she didn't want to hire anyone; she was afraid they might steal something; you weren't doing anything; you were looking for work; and you would make such a handsome painter, she said; she would pay you handsomely.
His features are very chunky - and not necessarily in a bad way. For example, his nose is long and broad but also very prominent; if it were any closer to the rest of his face it might be offensive, but, being at just the right distance, the size and shape of his nose complement the rest of his features, which are all very delicately crafted - fortunately, for Luka, because otherwise I think his face would be a gargantuan mess; without the overall smoothness to its design, the individual chunks would overwhelm each other, upsetting the very heavy balance to his face - although I must say it's all a bit too symmetrical for my taste - but I do confess: the end of his nose is actually very adroitly curved, and because only a direct view betrays the excessive symmetry, one is afforded many good angles from which to view not only the whole face, but especially this curve - I think it's the best part.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 5, A Man's Features, Paragraph 2, Clauses 5-7
NIKE: Alright. I must say that, despite myself, I've known plenty of people with good habits...and...I have to say, yours is the best.
BARB: Flesh is a bad habit.
NIKE: Oh, no doubt. I mean: it gets so wrinkly, and...patchy - but, in the meantime, it drapes very well, especially on you, if I may be so bold.
When I started taking a few bites, Macy was encouraged. He started talking about his own family in Boston: the breakdowns in communication he had suffered through no fault of his own. He described particulars; he described his own feelings: which situations gave him more discomfort, which people presented more of a problem. He kept talking and I was listening for a while. Part of me wanted badly to enjoy it. We had not been this intimate with each other for a long time. But a long time is a long time, and part of me was uneasy; that part began dominating my attention.
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.
"It wasn't political or violent. That ruled a lot of people out. What did you do?"
"I pirated software."
"Must have been a lot."
"Enough to get life." Tae extended his arm. "What's your name?"
"If that's what it pleases Your Lordship to call it."
"It's too bad the women of Sargon's harem only taught you to use a sharpened tongue. If I weren't afraid you would cut off your toes with it, I might give you a real sword."
Enkidu replied, "A quick wit is the greatest of weapons."
"I was getting to that. Scientists reconstructed her face from what were supposedly her bones. It was all over the news. The boys in there think I look like her."
Shephard smiled. He leaned in close. He inhaled. He whispered, "You don't smell so bad either." Pepsi giggled.
Gog called on his ancestors. He prayed to Gomer, son of Japheth, son of Noah. His prayers went unanswered. His herds of antelope were driven away. The badger and the fox deserted him. His people fed themselves with fish.
"Why has Indra forsaken us?" they asked. "Why do the four corners conspire to drown us?"
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 enters.)
MS. JACKSON: How are you coming along?
KOKOMO: I'm almost done with the floor.
MS. JACKSON: Excellent. Do you mind if I help?
KOKOMO: Not at all.
MS. JACKSON: Can you believe my husband's charity? In trying to lighten your load, he increases it ten-fold.
KOKOMO: I'm sure he meant well.
MS. JACKSON: As every man always does. I'm sorry. I didn't come to complain. I want to apologize to you personally for not being a better employer.
KOKOMO: You haven't been bad, Ms. Jackson.
MS. JACKSON: Don't lie. I know I could've been much better to you. The truth is I haven't wanted to be: not since the day I hired you. I don't know if you can understand this. I saw so much of myself in you. I hated it - not because it was a bad thing - because it was good. The things I saw in you were things about me that I felt had never been properly appreciated. I permitted my resentment to stand in the way of my great admiration. I abused you. I'm sorry. Please accept my apology.
– ACT II, lines 4-12
ALICE: Do you like living here?
FLETCHER: That's a hard question. I'd like to go around and travel like Lesbian. Norfolk's all I've ever known. It is home and not a bad one. There's farming to be done. I like that. There's carpentry. That's satisfying. I get to meet all of you tourists.
– ACT I, lines 448-449
LUKE: If you insist. I was out one night at the ole rubbadedub gettin' rotten with me ping-pong mates; bloody bonzer alright 'cause I took a screamer that day 'gainst the ole Banana Benders - who didn't stand Buckley's by the way - too right! So I turn to me tall poppies and say, 'Look, boys: it's my shout; first, allow me to shoot through, piss a slab, maybe buy some dinkum durries to boot. We were hittin' the turps that night so they thought London to a brick that she'd be apples. On me way back from the durry, this yobbo throws a wobbly and spills beer all over me uni. We take it outside. He comes a gutser and falls flat on his face. 'Good on you,' I say. 'Go take a walkabout.' I'm so full and cranky, I sit next to this swagman drinkin' plonk right there on the side of the road. 'I'll be stuffed,' he says. 'Sheila told me I'd see a fight.' I'm like, what sheila? 'Sheila down the road,' says he. 'Take me there,' I say. We go. Sheila reads me palm. She tells me I'll have a ripper year. She holds out her hand and says, 'Fifty quid.' I haven't got a brass razoo. I ask her if she takes credit. 'I knew you would say that,' says she, pullin' out a credit card machine. The next thing you know, there's a bunch of prezzies on me credit card statement. As for the old swaggie and sheila, they weren't within cooee.
– ACT I, line 179
FLETCHER: I'm telling you.
ALICE: It's not bad.
FLETCHER: To covet your neighbor's wife?
ALICE: It's not against the law in Australia.
FLETCHER: What if I were to tell you I did something bad: something that is against the law: would it change your mind?
ALICE: It depends on what it is you did.
FLETCHER: Or what I didn't do.
ALICE: Whatever it is, you can tell me.
FLETCHER: I've never told anybody.
ALICE: It's okay. You can tell me.
– ACT II, lines 173-182
LUKE: Misprision?
LESBIAN: Neglect of official duty.
ALICE: Why don't you tell them about your thing, Luke?
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
I thought the old man could've done it. I knew things were bad. Men at his age have mid-life crises. I also thought it was possible my mother was making it all up. She's crazy. She's proven that. Attacking her own son.
Some people think I'm a smarty-pants. It's not true. I'm the biggest idiot of all. I immigrated to America. I came willingly. I don't regret it. As bad as things are in this country they're even worse where I was born. A lot of Americans don't realize that. Whenever I hear snobs complaining about how things are I tell them to relax. Take a trip to Woodstock. By the time you get home you'll be grateful.
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.
My friends kept telling me I was crazy. They said no matter how bad it is in the city at least I have friends. In the village I would have nobody. It was true. I didn't argue. I didn't want them to know what was on my mind. I was thinking what good are friends if they can't protect you. I knew it wasn't their fault.
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 bad 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 "bad." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
Life is a spinning sphere with Joy at one pole and Sadness at the other. Each continuously feeding its pair. Joy flanked by the emotions of Trust on one side, Surprise on the other. Trust leading to Anticipation; anticipation leading to Fear. Surprise leading to Disgust; disgust leading to Anger. Anger and Fear fueling our Sadness. Sadness giving way, in time, to Joy; through Hope, an orientation towards Love. Love, an openness towards Joy, Trust and Surprise; the sum of emotion; emotion amplified by others. Multiplied and divided, in equal parts. Such that to those from whom it has been subtracted, we must add. Until we are whole.
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