Michal is deliberating on the idea of compounding his monstrous Fiction Corpus with a book about writing stories; cites fatigue
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I have faith in the possibility of enacting English as the world's second language. I do question the enfeebling system by which the English tongue is presented for study.
Enriching a person's command of a language isn't like creating a hotter furnace. A language - a common language - is not merely a tool that you can teach yourself to utilize with greater amounts of precision. A living tongue cannot be disunited from the shared logic of a circle 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.
To make a person recite English is to strip her of its cultural context. A capable instructor must have a strategy for introducing it; the insightful pupil goes out to seek it.
A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will describe a language based on a particular corpus, a body of written works of various scope and consistency. A corpus may contain everything from a book about literature to some real horror stories. I burned many candles creating my "extensive" Fiction Corpus to form a peculiar 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 constructed a million words and I have sorted them, reformulating them - not just to teach an American language but to reveal the human soul, and to pressure that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.
A Better Way to Define English: Grouped into Eight Types of Words
Type 7 Answers the Question, "Why?"
The 8 types of words can be associated with the days of the week in the Acceptance calendar. Saturday, or Armed Forces of Democracy Day respresents the "Why"
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Strength and dignity are her clothing...
Proverbs 31:25
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...
On the second to last weekend of June, 2011, I had joined my fellow naturists at a gathering of the Naturist Society in rural Pennsylvania. The next day I left on a flight for Europe. By the end of the week I had unexpectedly met another naturist, a woman, who was destined to accompany me on a tour of Europe's great naturist resorts.
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.
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 Nor
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 nor in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word nor, 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 nor is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Nor
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word nor.
Video of me pronouncing "nor."
Definition of Nor
I have yet to publish the definition of nor.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of nor in illustrative example sentences
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Usage of Nor 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 nor.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Nor."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word norand 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 nor, 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 #3282
neither expedia nor jayce have gotten in touch. i can never reach expedia these days. she better not be working another job.
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.
"The Wolf said, 'Now that you trust me, I will tell you my story. When I was alive, I was leader of the pack. In those days, like now, there was very little food. But there was even less in those days: we hunted living skeletons. We were so hungry, the pack said, "Father, let us go to the men's campsite and beg for food." I said, "No: they do not trust us. They killed my mother and my father when I was young. I am not bitter, nor do I seek revenge, but I know that if we go there to beg, they will surely kill us."
By that point, there was very little information to be had. Nevertheless, as the second man at the crime scene, after the landlord, your father was seriously tempted to steal evidence. He decided against it. Stalin had complete access to the CBS crime lab, the CBS being Poland's central investigative bureau, and Jesus didn't have any friends there on the inside nor did he want to have to bribe anyone. Lab results were available to anyone in law enforcement anyway, so Jesus took some photographs and left before the cops came. Later on, Stalin went to the CBS lab and got the results. The forensic evidence indicated without a doubt that the bullets came from a Russian-made weapon, which didn't necessary mean that the perpetrator or perpetrators were Russian, but, then again, who else would be using a Russian-made weapon?
When Zoe left the safe house that night, Jesus decided not to have her followed. That was a mistake. For one whole week, Jesus was left in the dark. Zoe didn't call, nor were his calls answered. Your father was beside himself with worry.
Jesus had no idea what kind of consequences this failure effected. His uncle hanged himself around that time, but there was no way of knowing how that were related - or whether it were only meant to look like a suicide. Jesus had his aunt moved to a safe location, and, as far as he knew, neither she nor her children were ever harmed. Jesus had no way of knowing whom or how many the Krupnik had informed about his identity, or, more importantly, his resources, which, considering the amount of duffel bags recovered from the basement, were, on the one hand, almost inexhaustible, but, considering the small size of his uncle's back room, were, on the other hand, quite meager - especially since Jesus was trying to conduct a private war.
"After Andrew's father died, his uncle adopted him. He sent him to college; he was good to him. But when he fell in love with a German girl, neither the Commandant nor his wife would let him marry. Andrew said, 'If I can't marry her, then I'm not going to marry anyone' - so it's been for all these years. I told him to reconsider, but, nowadays, what woman wants to be a farmer's wife? Especially for a dirty, two-bit farmer like him: with five teeth!
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.
My imagination was so enthusiastic that before long my mind was completely exhausted from its pandering. But you know, my sister, this feeling has nothing to do with sexual arousal. The two are quite distinct. Now, as you can imagine, in the days before Albert's collapse, there was more than one opportunity for me to be sexual aroused. In fact, the Piano Kiss was only the crowning moment in a series of sexually stimulating encounters. And I confess: Indiana was making me very aroused. But throughout all that time, I suffered only one inflammation of the loins. And there was nothing sexual about it. Nor was there even a physical body present.
Nor did you tell me that Albert, after apologizing to you, decided to leave the house, nor the fact that after he left, Indiana came downstairs, sobbing, so that she could also apologize, and "by the way" ask you (through her tears) what you had been playing. Now did you visibly smile at this incongruity, or were you able to refrain yourself? And when you quietly said "Liszt," and Indiana said "oh," did you think she didn't really register his name? I suppose what I mean to ask is: when you sort of charmingly mumbled, "he's an excellent Hungarian composer," did you expect her to giggle? Because Mother seems to think that you did, and that you said that in order to cheer her up - which I'm sure you did, because apparently Indiana said so herself. But I am not convinced that this was your only expectation, especially after I heard that you then offered to play him again, optimistic that this time he would indeed compose her.
Apparently, in the year seventeen twenty-nine, William Hogarth eloped with his teacher's daughter, a very romantic action that does not ordinarily bode success, at least not with one's elders, especially in such a small community as the artistic circle of London in the early eighteenth century. Nor does it often prove auspicious for the marriage itself, but, in the case of William Hogarth, his career survived, and the marriage proved itself steady and secure. Even though it did not produce children, William Hogarth was content, if not supremely happy. And the effect of this was neatly explored in the lecture, especially concerning one of his most famous works, Marriage à la Mode, a series of six paintings depicting the fate of a marriage between the son of an impoverished nobleman and the daughter of a rich alderman merchant. Some very shrewd scholarly observations were made, and I was very pleased that Christie had brought me.
It was exhausting to say the least. Last night, as I lay in my bed, I tried to welcome sleep, but my brain was simply refusing to shut down, obsessing itself with more trivial things. And for some reason, my thoughts were of Nike. It's true he left yesterday morning; the time we spent together is fresh in my mind. But I don't know why these thoughts obsessed me; nor do I know why they became the seeds for an almost waking nightmare. I don't think I was ever really sleeping last night. I was only half unconscious, and, upon fully waking in the morning, I retained almost every detail. I can describe it to you precisely, but I doubt you would understand it much. Even if I describe to you the details of Nike's visit, you will have no way of interpreting my dream - it is too bizarre.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 1, Visiting London, Paragraph 2
Most of the situations do not stimulate the feeling in a way that singles out one aspect from the others, and consequently, it is not really reminding me of anything specific. Nor is the feeling necessarily dependent on visual perception. The stimulation is usually visual, but only because I am usually looking at what is going on around me. I suspect that bodily presence has more to do with it. The mere proximity of another living body is enough to stimulate my own organism, and even if I were blind and deaf or totally insensible, I think I would still find myself being stimulated. My organism would sense the other by itself, independent of my nervous system, and I would still feel that body of mine crying out to the other. Is that not a strange feeling?
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 2, Clauses 10-16
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.
Surgeons claimed Braccio would live. For three days, he lay in Caldora's tent, neither speaking nor eating, as if he were trying to die. Ferrari was brought in to cheer him up with light-hearted songs. Nothing worked. On the third day, he gave up his ghost.
Astrologers agreed. They predicted neither Sforza nor Braccio would long survive the other. When Sforza departed Ortona with his army and headed north toward the mouth of the Pescara River, the headwaters of which concealed Braccio, the astrologers warned against it. Even the men were frightened when a standard bearer tripped and tore their precious bandiera. Sforza was undeterred.
Fortune does favor the brave, thought Ferrari, but woe to he who ignores a bad omen.
Hell has not heard such cries. Nor had Ferrari anticipated, despite being on many battlefields, the strong smell of sulfur coming from his brother's hair. It was nauseating. Leaving him to writhe around, Ferrari fled outside. In the darkness, he found where he had left his father passed out in a wheelbarrow. Dropping him onto the day bed, he left.
When Patsy instinctively looked down at the protruding pelvis, he saw not panties nor pantyhose nor any other type of ladies' undergarment. He saw the lack of such things. Looking to the ranger's face, expecting shock or embarrassment, he saw only the blank stare of a child-provocateur who fears his parents' judgment.
"Alright," said Patsy, smiling sheepishly and nodding. "That went well."
One night, some fellows of his called for his stepmother. "Come quickly," they said. "Take charge of your husband. He is threatening the whores at Lando's house." Manfredo was not at Lando's house, nor was he at any of the other places to which his wife was led.
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.
ALICE: You may.
FLETCHER: If the beautiful lady will oblige me thus, I know I shall play my part with an ardor heretofore unseen on any stage here or in any part of the Western world. 'Susannah.'
ALICE: 'Yes, Toc.'
FLETCHER: 'I wish to marry you.'
ALICE: 'Marry me!'
FLETCHER: 'I wish to be married to you.'
ALICE: 'Ton't pee sirry, Toc. I am ote enough to pee your mutter.'
FLETCHER: 'You're not my mother, Susannah - not by a long shot. You're not half as tall, nor half as old either. Nor is she as pretty as you are, beloved.'
ALICE: 'Man shoot haf yun wife.'
FLETCHER: 'Susannah, you have been kinder to me than anyone else I have ever known. I love you better than everybody else put together.'
– ACT II, lines 204-213
LUKE: No kidding.
FLETCHER: She's made forty-seven thousand dollars.
LUKE: Already?
FLETCHER: It's been quite some time. She left Fiji a few years back because of a bad situation. She's still trying to reach her mark. Much to my mother's consternation, neither charity nor her wages count towards her commitment. She hasn't been seeing many clients recently. I assume she's waiting for that special somebody who's prepared to put her out of business. Unfortunately, few people are willing to pay three thousand dollars for sex.
LUKE: She wouldn't do it for less, would she?
FLETCHER: It's not a profession to her anymore; it's a punishment: a debt of honor for losing her child.
LUKE: You can't bargain with that.
FLETCHER: You could be the last one. You could put an end to this misery. She deserves somebody who can appreciate what he's doing.
LUKE: Three thousand dollars is a lot of money.
FLETCHER: The peace of mind it brings is priceless.
– ACT I, lines 771-780
GREY GOOSE: Not to mention this island's penchant for making the most grotesque of assumptions - never mind that. I did a terrible thing in burning down that house: I know it. I've been paying for it ever since. I'm finally sorry for doing it. I don't think I could've said that this morning. Something's changed. I don't want to be like that anymore. I don't want to do those things. I think the Australians should mind their own business; that's neither here nor there. If you didn't squeal my name to the police, somebody else did. I'm going to find that person - not to burn down his house - to talk to him calmly and rationally: to put these absurd suspicions to rest. Everybody deserves to hear the truth, especially the people you love. I was kicked out not because of my reputation or the looks you were getting in town. It wasn't because you thought I killed that girl. It was because I hurt you. I hurt you a long time ago and I've always been too selfish to realize it. I expected you to understand - even though I never properly explained myself. It had nothing to do with you. You were perfect. I loved you. I was afraid of being a father. You know my childhood - or perceived lack thereof. I was insecure. I was scared to death. I panicked. I didn't talk to anybody about it because I was ashamed. I thought that, if you knew, you would despise me for it. You were always so strong and fearless. I envied you. When your family came and asked me what was going on, I lied. I acted as if I didn't care about you anymore: as if I had lost interest. Nothing could've been further from the truth. I was an idiot. I was such an idiot. I'm sorry for that. I'm so sorry for everything. I won't trouble you anymore. Even if you and your friend want to move in together, I won't trouble you. File divorce papers in the morning. You can keep the house - and the sofa bed - and the mattress - and the comforter - and the dishwasher. You can even keep the cook - and the boy.
– ACT II, line 356
ALICE: I forgive you. Be a man once more.
FLETCHER: With a man's heart, I thank you. No longer must you fear my advances. The object of our intimacy has been achieved. I intend to follow your lead and pledge my life to the woman I love.
ALICE: Do I know her?
FLETCHER: You do. I love Kokomo with all my heart. My soul yearns for her soul's touch.
ALICE: In that case, let's finish these scenes in celebration of your restored manhood and your love for Kokomo.
FLETCHER: I know just the right page from which to start. 'What a blessed thing it is to confess! The firmly wound nut, when leashed to its bolt, will weather every blow. No strain is so big, no pressure so strong, no hand so steady, nor no patience so long that would eventually break the metal's hold when applied to just one end. It would turn forevermore in tantalizing defiance. Bring two solid hands together - with two worthy hearts - one to hold tight the bolt, the other to untwist his soul - and you shall feel the immediate release that with it brings joy, the work of resolution, and the ease which maketh that work seem slight.'
ALICE: Well proclaimed, poet!
FLETCHER: If only the rest were so good.
ALICE: I have no doubt it will be.
FLETCHER: As a show of thanks for your faith, I hereby expunge certain kisses from this scene, restoring to its solitary glory the one final kiss of the scene's end - if I may be so bold.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Orbitz turned towards the door to the corridor. A tinny woman's voice said, "Rishi."
Orbitz stopped. He said, "I told you not to use that fake voice."
"I'm sorry," said the voice. "Please come to the terminal."
Orbitz went back to the monitor. A message appeared. "I am not ill nor do I believe that the ship's computer is malfunctioning."
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 nor that appears in the pair.
Type
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
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-
-
-
-
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "nor." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
If a 45-year-old businesswoman and hard working mother of three kids is going to pose nude for a calendar, it's gonna have to be a good one. Margo didn't start a coffee shop called the Vagina Cafe to win her favors from the establishment. Even as she dishes out prizes to the 20 women who placed last in the twentienth anniversary run of her town's biggest road race, her business, unlike everyone else, doesn't get mentioned. She was an official sponsor for Christ's sake! But the announcer just couldn't swallow his patriarchy and get the words "Vagina Cafe" out of his mouth. That's not something a proper gentleman would say in front of a crowd of humble God-fearing "ladies" who cherish their modesty! And a Body Acceptance Calendar is certainly not what a humble God-fearing book-seller like a Barnes and Noble would put on their shelves! So how do I expect to sell this in the mainstream? Maybe if you download the free versions a thousand billion times it might help. Start downloading.
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Green suspenders by Zuzanna.
Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. 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 #11 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.
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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