Scribblings

[sgt.null]

North I
His spine seizes the value. To be left gives him a spine. Old, in the truth. You look and thus find it a hard statement, as he is so can a young person. Be seen to him indeed, whether old and gray. Not strongly sway which, it is rectified this age. Spine, not the sheet which has it. Not spine, it is a mass of the relation of north. Has wretched a thing of lore. And as a stone with the lichen it is rectified. Is he the high surplus?

North II
As rocks or the stone it is in high surplus. With light on the upper surface. And hung with heavy bushel of foam. Cereals a mélange coil schism. Mass this foam expansion. And they murk and lament this bad spine round to him. If you close thus, you say that they were folded. Sing with the level and announce verse scenes. They are the ground trail, and had to connect completely. This bad is spine for burying indeed.

North III
Height on shore edge, where winter storms. The storm cuts it during the clouds. To the closed loop, too vale. Not five courses the spine which you see on the left. And on the left, three courses beyond. They curtly see never little a mud tank of water. I measure it side at side. It is largely long three feet, and two feet.

North A
They curtly see never little a mud tank of water. Although however small compass and blossom. you roast yourselves with the sun of thirst and the air.

North IV
And closely in the proximity of this aged spine. There is a fresh and beautiful view. Much beauty, a foam hill. Half just by foot in the size. The whole dear color there, which you see. The whole color, which was never seen. And also at the house the net is. As if at the hand of the fair ammo. The work had a jawbone. And cup it, loved by the eye. So much deeply is their tin. Upper red is the coloring material.

North V
Me! What a repercussion, I love being there! Green olive green and of luminous scarlet. In the top, in the establishment and star. Ecologist, white red and pearl. This heap of measurements of surplus rises with foam. That which narrows beside the spine you see. So coldly in all the beauty. Coloring is as like, as can be. But, of where? Never, A tomb was almost, if suitable.

North VI
Now you would see this aged spine. This pond and hill of the foam beauty. You must watch out and have your time selected. The mountain, to cross. For often they rest themselves between the heaps. It is as a fresh grave in the size. And that the same pond, about which I spoke. A woman in a scarlet coat. She cries it; misery! Miserly! The problem is me! Misery!

North VII
The night, all hours and this wretch free to go. Another one and admits to everyone. Holds the first role and each wind, which blows. And there is a side the spine, which she rests herself. If the blue light of day is in the sky. And if the movement turns wind on the hill or frost air is lively and always. And actually cries them: the misery, misery problem is me, misery.

North VIII
Now, where per day and night. Under the rain in the storm and in the snow. Thus in the cloudy mountain the surface makes this poor woman go? And why in the proximity of the spine rest, if the blue light of day in the sky. Or frost air is always lively and, and where the front they cry? where at the front where at the front? so-called it why repeats it that mischief-announcing cries?

North IX
I cannot say, I wish that I could. For the reason a person does not protect. But whether lucky, the view it stains you. The mark, at which it goes. The heap, that as a grave empties. The so old and grey pond and spine. Transition by their door is closed rarely. And if you see it, then at the mark be far. I never intended to speak. as the concept of the challenge of the mark if it is there.

North X
But where the bird fly is a sober site. Outward journey beyond the box, this unhappy woman. That which is indeed a star in the sky. That which wind can roast indeed? Your brain, it is not a whole toothed rack in futile pursuit. I declare you each thing which I know. But with the spine and the pond. That a small stage is beyond. I wish that you would go. Perhaps, if you are in the place. It that a thing of its history can continue.

[sgt.null]

Drunk on Bartlett’s and
James. No pen, no ink,
no table, no room, no
time, no quiet, no inclination.
No one knows any good
knock knock jokes anymore.

how the above happened.

woke up this morning with a song in my head...

Son Volt : Windfall (Jay Farrar)

Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside
Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away
Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
Never feel alone, you're really not alone...
Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away.

while singing it I added the line
no one knows any good knock knock jokes anymore

and then I sang the line
drunk on bartel & james

so I thought of bartletts. the quote book and added
drunk on bartlett's and james

my first thought was James Joyce so I looked him up in Bartlett's.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

so I strung it all together and got another entry for Magnum Opus.

it only occurred later that I should have looked up a quote from Henry James.

[sgt.null]

from Gomer Black

Elephant Sunday accrues a new front man.
by Roy Downs

Robert Agric has a privileged formation to place at the disposal centers with a taste in Bowie and the British pantheon of Curtis/Smith/Morrissey. Traveling through the 80’s by means of their horses. Founded in NYC and exploiting the volumes of association. The three years with difficulty which followed their received sunlight makes the basic rules. This paranoid decry is the acoustic skin of the Elephant. On this continuation they’ve traveled to the top considerably. Is it an atmospheric context or an offering of an abacus for lyrics? Maintenance of this legacy will be Agric’s lodestone. Those Brazilian rhythms will be mounted with black Orphic runes enfacing literary indications. The manner of titles will be chosen for a traditional Russian indication. Lolita dustings and cinematographic mobility will compensate between the intellectual ambition and that which is artistic. Aficionados are forced into submission by a total art of the noises under their depression. Being fully staffed heightens dread and palpitates the impulses. With common enigmas we witness the creative genesis of the album. It is a leaden majority fix modeled after an Argentinean embellishment. Agric has at the house these exoticisms. The invitation which fear prolongs is foreseeable as a club of night. Sirens and optimistic good mornings on mescaline form provocative grooves. Clowns pursue and give susceptibilities to Agric's lyrical embankment. The rhythmic backing has formed their company proudly. The band completely takes their influences to the ultimate endings. But they do not carry original ideas, finding sufficiency aiming at the mixture to avoid being more than various slaves. It is precious but this never aspires to best album status. I wanted it at a higher speed, fast and astonishing. It contains retro fashion, working static by the radio for two weeks. Not being in ice proceeding without comparisons and thus informs them. I’ve heard such, much wanted. Agric is derivative and several volumes exploded in the courses and the interpose. but which are lyric here considerably mentally and the noises are very accessible. He maintains a balance remarkable. The opus contains dour exchanges sufficient to maintain a breather of the happy category. But it does not alienate that which estimates melodies might suggest. If they wanted or hated the basic rules, they could find the dour balance and reject it. With coarse noises of the treble, with its own bass personal and creative to be directed to one mix! Contrary to be with sunlight it forms the manners paranoid. In which it seemed that it jumped some, a song centers here, around the days. They seem satisfied with the odd magic manners to receive such exposure; each material of provisioning. There are noises to influence to them that subsistence. They carry keys and excavators with them in a proper direction, to the front. They mesmerize with the saw; their attention held in each whole song. If you hear with the samples, you will buy it soon! This album gives the end, with an impact in comparison of their last album.

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abomination

1) Running Into the Ground
Cruise through this world in defiance of reason. Rouse your comrades for another self helping of gruel. Slop trap or tar pit? Signal for taps after passing out compasses. A no go on the logos, trigger-point in your head. The paramilitary high-tech toys hidden in your closet. Turbo charge the speculator, head count the spectators. Frame work or whole cloth? Unrealistic expectations are sold as common commerce.

2) Age of Fear
In deference she plays a low vibrato, more greuling than rousing. Impinging and invading popular culture. Shock and awe is redundant. Clairvoyance is dulled by the common place. Mediocrity is hammered into us. We conced to the majority.

3) Tortured Zeitgeist
Autistic full circle. Operatics or calisthenics? Polite home invaders always knock first. It's up to our leaders to be oppressive and brutal. The petty thief could be your new cellmate. We live in a constant cartoonish absurdity.

4) Mourning Suite
A phenomenon defying expectations. Sacrifice is simply running out of options. A hero is someone who ran out of alternatives. There is no greater wisdom, just fortune cookie sayings swept into the corner. Zoning out out on multiple choices. A rhythmic countdown to the point of no return.

[sgt.null]

Treehugger is a fairly drastic but welcome departure from Gomer Black’s speed-of-sound sonic roar. The album exposes a folkier, more melodic and introspective, less abrasive side of their voice, music and personality. As on much of the album, acoustic guitars and a subtle string arrangement are at the fore here, with a neo-'60s melody and some fairly heavy lyrics breaking through the glimmering sound like the sun through storm clouds.

The Return: What might have happened if Slusher had been on a mellow rather than manic kick while recording Twinning.

Echo & Narcissus: a banjo solo from space and a vocal that reminds me of orthoclase.

Empire State (the Intention): a loose fun romp.

Twenty Below: Dense layers of electric guitars, a drum machine and a cool acoustic guitar straight out of "Classical Gas."

A Letter: what it might sound like if Slusher could hire his alter-ego to do guitar solos during acoustic gigs.

Test Pattern: A reminder of where this all came from. Loud, tight and very professional.

400: Samples from the cult movie "The Wicker Man" are just the beginning.

Sick: Sensitive chord changes, Gregorian chanting and squealing tires, it's karma.

Madison Avenue: Revved up, with big shout-along vocals, always a plus.

Power Outage: Layers and layers of crackling electricity.

Road to Nowhere: Fast, intimate with a passionate vocal.

Clown Pi: Gomer goes garage.

Dreaming Starts Now: A totally radical arrangement, using cello, piano, and mandolin. Chamber music, without the potential boredom factor. Beautiful.

Years of Cynical Spin: Sounds like a rehearsal around the fire.

Down: Pared-down, powerful guitar work and a vocal that gets at the heart of the song without being exploitive.

[sgt.null]

We lead with remote loadings. We lead with your lyrics. Our lyrics approach Zen. This song is currently only available in Japan on importation.

Worms!
Are you paying attention? Didn't I show you favor, stuck in the trench entry? Weren’t my Autumns average? Aren't you at an intervention? What is the cost in tickets? How much is a dollar in Autumn? How will you make one hundred and ten dollars? The sons of Yen want you to sacrifice to their victory. I personally paid mine and then rose to the top of an inch at the same time. Now, what if Zen is not the art of self-portrait? What could be different depends on you! Go to your friends, swear that everything is all right, Be probable or be bad. I have such inequalities. I take to the battle field in my armor, another convulsive movement of drama. I hide in the trees, and suffer from bad karma. But you are precision so proceed performer. Now we actuate each night and leave in the morning to obtain the higher bus. Your kite is the reason I want you, a direct flight of extreme heat. The monster of assistance for this difficult crush. Come with the guillotine for this mixture.

[Various words, soft-spoken about black thoughts.]

Worms!
You obtained your fingers on the carousel, closed with keys in position. It had to be my type, the plate record players. The tactician in you all in silence. Silencers, trying to listen to you. I want to feel this realness, which reads the spot image of you. I obtained the head of you, the eyes of you. Your eyes are slits, and you can not stop the twitching. The only things that you can make are rhymes to rock with the pudding of thought. I fall downwards, because the world renowned likes to see me split the trap. I like to put fire at rounds. And with your new manners, you are in the air with this infinite noise. And with your new manners, you are open to revolution. I am too far in this moment. I make you increase to the first. To increase me you are a proud fifth to decrease. And with the flag as the battle you try to negotiate. The bedlam bursts and you keep it on silence. But the black pin of thought is the cause. Who are you to populate and to want precipitations? Do you feel proud? This is why the monster of assistance is for this difficulty. And I will crush you. Come to the guillotine for this. You are from a mixture.

[Various words soft-spoken about black thought ]

Worms!
You obtained this Rebirth; the reel to reel is from my turn-of-the-century. It makes the right people just give up. You give me the voice that I feel will go up. It will go high to strike at the end of support. Crush resistance right away. Give me the cord to see all the cats of porcelain hunting. I broke the hearths one by one. And now I have better than a tenth of a dollar. So when the sharp of your blade is like mine, become a rhyme and reverse yourself. Because of me there is no truth, and I will race any man. Now we go with your band. I Will bow to the spirit. You are busted steel that I give to the crowd. Say something with feeling and the noise will obtain the power to cure. I like the thousand green, now I requires one hour to a quarter of cold. A place setting for death? The bird is patrolling the field where I am striking and putting out the cold. In fact I rocked in Tokyo and the Pole up North. All my time is spent in a program. The fist always crushes the fingers. Baskets come with the guillotine. I am for this mixture.

[Various words soft-spoken about black thought received.]

[sgt.null]

Gunpowder Plot

a penny for the old guy

"remember remember"

The Fawkes archetypes are the words of a dust land parcel.

Talk about the Fawkes types with origins in a history of the English century. As for the type of November, Fawkes took into the warehouses of the Cameras at the Parliament with a varied dozen dust barrels. The Fawkes type was judged later as treasonous with his co-conspirator’s drawing up against the Government. It had been judged by a judge who came specifically to London for the test of this room of country. Fawkes condemned the death and the form of the execution was one of the most terrible ones never practiced then. (Hung, drawn and divided) It reflected the serious nature of the crime of treason. Then tradition begins. The following year has become an annual habit so that King and Parliament Commissioner give a sermon to commemorate the event. Lancelot provided first of the many sermons of dust land parcels. This practice, as well as the infantile song, guaranteed each crime would never be forgotten. That poetry designated sometimes under name of ' please remembering fifth November. It serves as warning to each new generation the treason will never forget. In England 5th of November still every year commemorates with fireworks and fires that culminate with the burning of the effigies of the Fawkes type (the type). Some children make the types filling old articles

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spelter

spelter. est un alliage en métal, étame traditionnellement la plupart du temps, avec les pour cent se composants de reste cuivrent, agissant en tant que durcisseur, avec l'addition du fil pour les qualités inférieures de l'étain et d'une teinte bleuâtre. Traditionnellement, il y avait trois catégories d'étain : très bien, pour l'eatingware, avec ; bagatelle, aussi pour les ustensiles mangeants et potables mais plus mat dans l'aspect et la configuration ou le métal temporaire, pas pour les ustensiles mangeants ou potables. L'étain moderne mélange l'étain au cuivre, à l'antimoine, et/ou au bismuth par opposition au fil. Physiquement, l'étain est un métal lumineux et brillant qui est très semblable dans l'aspect pour argenter. Comme l'argent, l'étain s'oxydera également à un gris mat avec le temps si laissé non traité. L'étain est un alliage très malléable, étant assez mou découper avec des outils à main , et il prend également de bonnes impressions des poinçons ou des pressions. En raison de ces douceur et malléabilité inhérentes, cependant, l'étain ne peut pas être employé pour faire des outils lui-même. Quelques types de morceaux d'étain, tels que des chandeliers, seraient tournés sur un tour en métal. Les morceaux ont produit par cette technique désigné parfois sous le nom "des articles creux." L'étain a un bas point de fusion selon le mélange exact des métaux. La duplication par volonté de bâti donnent d'excellents résultats.

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MATH 436 LINEAR ALGEBRA: Vector spaces and linear transformations, canonical forms of matrices, elementary divisors, invariant factors; applications.

The geometry of Null

A rhombus in the plane has five degrees of freedom: one for the shape, one for the size, one for the orientation, and two for the position.

Squaring the circle is the problem proposed by ancient geometers of using a finite compass and straightedge construction to make a square with the same area as a given circle.

In geometry, the nine-point circle is a circle that can be constructed for any given triangle. It is so named because it passes through nine significant points, six lying on the triangle itself (unless the triangle is obtuse).

In mathematics, the convex hull or convex envelope for a set of points X in a real vector space V is the minimal convex set containing X. (Note that X may be the union of any set of objects made of points).

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Gomer Black : Decompression

The newest Gomer Black record travels some lonely roads. The music is angry, aggressive industrial rock. The album acts as a long day's journey into catharsis. The rhythm of CJ Miller (bass/vox) and Dennis Hanson (drums) slams hard on the techno-grind that forms the bulk of this album. All the while Tommy Usher (guitar/vox) vents his tortured soul. "The more I'm here, the more faded I become" Usher rages in Faded which strafes the listener with blasts of pain-wracked intensity. The same is true for Deja Vu and the first single, Father, with Usher imploring amid a rapid-fire beat "Will you stand up for yourself, or stay on your knees?" The album is one long wake-up call. They push the boundries of song form with The Five W's, a long primal scream. The song paints the picture of man's identity crisis with raw, uncomprimising urgency. Their sonic palatte extends from mournful piano on Abandoned to clanging metal percussion, brusing backbeats, computerized rhythms and darkly chanted vocals that explode into purgatorive howls. Usher uses the album to transcend his pain. 4 out of 5 stars

[sgt.null]

tba

[sgt.null]

anthem & manifesto

will I need a translator? we cluster for safety. centerpiece blusters and brays. we are pluralistic, laissez-faire, diversive, inclusive, tolerant, no-holds-barred. digging for exotica, odd-look paraphenelia. beautiful contemporary bric-a-brac. intense opulence, soundlessly eclectic. opposed to official knick-knacks. truth is beautiful. elaborate irony is not radical, rather shopworn. we are purged of disease, death, corruption. others are lost, adrift, hopeless. the sky thunders violently. workers mutter and glower, longing for nirvana. settling for the quasi-buzz of fading intensity. they ignore waivers and disclaimers to head for open ground. proud of divisions : nation, race, religion. we squabble full-circle. blame mass media and retire to our addiction of choice.

what is the downside of utopia? there is no end to the making and selling of things. holy impulse withers and fades. greed perpetuates. we are brothers; unified, transcendent. we all come from elsewhwere and are going back there soon.

where are you from? conception is altered in real-time. the past is so far away to seem like sky. bottle tension in cask and flasks. the electricity of disappointment. bliss diminishes. replaced with a nervous edginess. you are left with areality that never existed. externalized fantasy. bright, mismatched colors. rounded, huge, inexplicable structures. all under an infinite sky.

is there acid in the water? limited solidarity. profound sense of shame, of loss. toil in the shadow of approaching ruin. exhaust your strength and courage. lose your grace.

what is truth? communal worry. fierce concern. affected nonchalance. a world very far away, where we may never go. a place of bliss. a place of rarity. of great value. somewhere that is never repeated again.

what is a dream? this is sweet. a look of bliss, a realization that this is rare. that this may never happen again. a great value - a world far away. somewhere no one harbors, shelters or sponsors. the neophyte have no sophistication/irony. no cleverness/glibness. the search for denial/tradition. grasp at rejection/gentility. they have no realism/greatness. then simplicity implies a limited sphere. there is no difference between a mob and coincidence.. lawlessness is easier than order and morality. mortality lasts longer than fervor. hardship and deprivation are cleansing. we admire the simple poor, but we do not envy them. we are insanely psotive. but you can not actualize that enthusiasm. we disappoint bitterly, then we drive away.

what is out there? we have grand and imperial plans. we throw them out. we smile in anticipation of domestic ecstasy. we spend our lives in awkward silence. we discourage the ridiculous, the melodramatic. we observe failure with disdain. we wallow in rapidly fading dreams. we surrender to contempt. we live big lives in public, we like it that way. in private we number our misconceptions. from afar we build a widening gap between the conceptual and the actual.

is love forever? agression begins. places work at different speeds than other places. mere details become talking points. need, love, fear, hunger, exaltation. exhaustion. kindness, absence, pain - these are all constant, predictable, universal, ornamated. details of local culture wash out. our desires are mapable. the desires of strangers are distant constellations. counsel against grandiosity. being afraid all the time leads to confusion. concepts give way to possibilities. we try to find ourselves in others. we lay awake in the half-life between dream and death.

[sgt.null]

Azimuth/Bismuth

01/30/01 5:43 AM

Volume Expansion on Solidification.

Very cool metal, the expansion property comes in handy when making castings that must have very crisp edges.

It also has some very cool nucleonic precession properties that could come in handy for defeating forces such as gravity.

Where are you going with this?

As to infinity, now you see the refutations.

As if that isn't weird enough.

What a discovery! This is what they must be using for reactor fuel!

Skeptical.

Now I'm really confused.

Victor was right.

Like math between two great chess masters, all we can do is sit in silence and watch each move.

I sense a strategy being unveiled, but so far this whole thing is beyond my understanding.

Laminate?

Aluminum. Check!

And aluminum laminated together.

Energize.

5th dimensional energy is channeled into the bismuth/aluminum matrix. You have stellar travel.

Not to be taken seriously or should it?

Aluminum? Wrong number of nucleons. Try magnesium and vacuum sputter it into place.

The laminations would never take the strain of the eddy currents you are generating.

Run current through Bismuth and it loses its molecular weight.
I believe I was struck with lightning and shorted something.

Not just current. Make it polyphase and pulse it thorough.

I shun the light to hide my ignorance.

Dark matter is deeply disappointing.

I can not fight with these tears in my eyes.

My preliminary theory is there is an unholy alliance between skepticism and dark matter.

And that's the reason behind the Meta imposters and the cause of the confusion they have sparked.

Can anyone offer any guidance? Are there any competing theories?

It seems we will not rise to any challenges. Sensible girls are very good at picking up idiots; but not so keen to tackle complete maniacs.

One day it will make me mad. I will become a mad hatter; if that is not what I already am.

Roller-blades are needed to catch up with fleeing trout as we pursue time so vigorously.

We should form an evil alliance, for surely we could easily lay waste to this tidal pool.

How did I not miss you were gone?

I surrender, how can I deal with this humiliation?

I can only say that you've been reading my outgoing mail, what a despicable tactic! But I cannot deny you the points you surely deserve.

I will steal whatever isn’t nailed down!

For the moment I will have to satisfy myself that it was very funny.

End Transmission

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The Insurance Claim

It has been said as such; do you find this to be true?
I think of women with axes, breaking wood into splinters.

Why is performance important?
Because we are not good at anything else.

Do you even see the point?
No, not at all. I have been laughing though.

How important is friendship?
We all like movies.

Could you describe vagrancy?
Not in three minutes.

Have you betrayed anyone?
That is not much of a theme.

Am I misinterpreting you then?
It is a life lesson. You roll with the punches.

What are your obsessions?
I am not impressed with such things.

What do you write about?
What is wrong. That is a pun.

Do you have any friends?
We destroy places, dressed in silly costumes.

What is a concept?
The total opposite of machinery.

Do you like surrealism?
Kind of, but sometimes I prefer sadness.

Can you tell me anything about Europe?
Well it resides at around less than a month.

What does the future hold?
I hope another ten years.

Thoughts, comments, advice or messages?
You have been a dear friend.

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the Writing Sham

Recycle, Stencil, Regurgitate and Fill.

Distressed, forgotten, unkempt, ruined. The truth is easy. Empty warehouse, broken windows. Paint the idea of despair. Simple things. Projects, high crime, multifamily houses, abandoned buildings. Perception. Abandoned barns, unused silos, broken tractors, brick warehouses. Solid structures, better machinery, laborers aren’t needed. Disrepair, despair.

The future is grim and bleak. Once positive. We lost our raw independence and rough edges. Two world wars, a cold war, communist countries. Pollution, overpopulation and global warming. Nuclear bombs, ships, submariners, airplanes.

Ice storms, flooding, volcanoes, mudslides, tsunamis, tornadoes, wildfires and droughts. Grand Canyon. Glaciers.

A small and narrow minded view of how the future will unravel. Robots revolt, a nuclear war. A global ice age. Armageddon. Meteors, acid rain. Ruin, run down buildings, junk.

Crazy gangs: parodied and time dated.

Post Apocalypse Future technology is low end and simple. World War III, a pandemic, the suns expansion, meteor impact. Alien invasion, ecological catastrophe, robot revolution.

The decline and fall of human religion. Apocalypse, Rapture.
One easy idea is simple: we over populate the Earth and bust at the seams.

A ruined future -- it not just the- How? What? Where? And Why? -it’s the WHEN? –that is really important!

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thematics of a river bed

“ space is some where else”

Mariner, Boatswain, Seaman, Cook, Steward,
Officer, Carpenter, Captain, Stowaway, Captive.

(ebbs, flows, tides, breakers, swells)

And the next five words-
glyphs, wards, portents, signs, omens

gravity pulls a flawed orbit.

wave, wind, tidal, thermal, rotation

size, distance, brighness, darkness, phases.

new, wax, wane, quarter, crescent

Albion, Artemis, Diana, Selene, Persephone.

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Noise Doors

A cycle function which acts to abolish the audio yield.
(We have the video, now in increments.)
It is also known as a receipt for the lack of sufficient input of the signal demands.
Increments are close to the low strength for demands in the signal posed.
It can be present, or in the proximity of the frequency of the demand signal.
Increments are quoted in the noise door.
You must have a permit for signals at a surplus of reference strength.
You have a hit version; in order to be played by talking.
We have an example of the general resting loads.
(Now count the transmissions.)
Measure the increments outside.
(You have contrast with the noise creation off.)
A noise door is an electronic device or a tender article logic.
You are now connected to the lead volume of the audio signal.
It is common use in the strength studio and noise record.
We have small portable units for music use.
The order of noise is extended in the system.
The doors on the volume borders are likewise used to eliminate noise.
The acoustic board rectifies backwards elimination.
Close frequency bands contain only static.
Frequency is measured in the number of repetitions.
Events are measured in units of time.
It is defined likewise as the set of phase transitions.
Sound is in the form of waves.
Fight the noise actively. (Noise cancellation reduces active noise.)
We have methods for reducing unwanted noise.
Measure amplification for signal distortion.

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The Walker Mighty Express

Substandard One:
I have just read a biography of the British Royalty of yesterday. In which the author has accepted as gospel every outrageous claim that her subjects have ever written about themselves. Accordingly, they have allegedly outdone fictional characters. They have always been at the center of action, performing heroically, suffering serious injuries. And yet they somehow manage to survive another day. The various events happened about 100 years before antibiotics had been invented. This gal should have taken up fiction writing. But instead, she believes their tall tales. And in many cases, she also convinces his audience. You probably know of similar people. My question is then: “Could you give a medical term to this type of personality?”

Ryan:
British Personality seems to be just a late imitator rather than a true British Original. A person of that name still writes, but apparently non-fiction for the lighter pages of a German Sunday newspaper. As I have noted in my column. (An unofficial designation.) No one has yet added the syndrome to the canon of psychological lore. Yet every clinician has seen cases. So there is no specific diagnosis which effectively labels this tendency to lie to accrue respect. Or an air of importance, value or mystery in general. A true diagnosis is never based on a single symptom or characteristic. But rather on being able to observe several specific symptoms or characteristics aggregated together.

Substandard One:
In psychiatric terms, people who are significantly out of touch with our commonly shared reality are called delusional. Characterized by the development which is usually persistent and sometimes lifelong. Often the delusions are persecutory and grandiose. They may be concerned with litigation or jealousy. Other psychopathology is characteristically absent, but depressive symptoms may be present intermittently.

Ryan:
Delusional Disorders usually fall short of actual hallucinations. So they fall short of a true psychosis such as can occur in Schizophrenia. Grandiose behavior is commonly seen in Narcissists. (It simply means an unrealistic, inflated sense of self and self-worth.) Such people engage in daydreaming that they are famous, powerful, influential, or superior in some unspecified future time. They keep their minds occupied and off their failures.

Substandard One:
Do you have any examples of Narcissism?

Ryan:
I was met at the metal bar gate of a mental health admissions unit by an energetic, young man who enthusiastically assured me that he could secure my entry. Because he sort of worked there as a trustee. When a staff person finally arrived and let me in, he told me not to take the young man seriously. Perhaps the best colloquial description of someone such as your British Royalty would be a legend in their own mind.

Substandard One:
Arizona has remained unseasonably hot but today we are clouded over with the threat of thunderstorms and some much needed rain

Ryan:
A family member has had his own chart for many years. He claims to have invented very nearly every item of modern technology. Is he is a relative of yours as well?

Substandard One:
Sorry, but as far as I know he was no relative of mine. Wonderful answer, just what I wanted. Very many thanks!

Ryan:
According to my own recollections, the targets of your questions have been singers, actors, playwrights, heavyweight boxers and daring adventurers who narrowly escaped death on numerous occasions.

Substandard One:
Without any question, you are a journalist with several books to your credit. Do you still conduct your weekly radio show campaigning for purity in public life? It is task that would surely have challenged Sisyphus.

Ryan:
All I know is that they packed him off to the United States to become a banker. And why wouldn’t they? That's where the money is. He is probably still around today, but where?

Substandard One:
People just like to dwell on the negative possibilities of an incident/accident and paint them in colorful terms. It’s a pity about that. One can't expect a myth to be so sublime.

Ryan:
Why did the detective have to die?

Substandard One:
I remember being a kid but I would have never been able to identify the author. Nor did I know that he'd had been so prolific.

Ryan:
And although I have seen the film a couple of times, I did not recognize the reference point. I am sorry.

Substandard One:
I am sure you don't understand and wouldn't accept my explanation, so if you really want to know, you'll have to post another question.

[sgt.null]

today...
on a cross-country trip; selling acid-green paper. i amble over to the devil incarnate. i tie the cowbell around his neck. no more will he destroy our youth. no more goverment, nuclear war and multinational corporations. no more embarrassing ignorance. no more subliminal messages bombarding us. no more victims of business success. no more boring, lackluster, generic leaders. no more forgetting great art by great artists. a world where diversity is celebrated. where talent outweighs lineage. and then the alarm goes off and i get ready for work.

[sgt.null]

RI-OT
1: public violence, disturbance or disorder. 2: a varied display of color. 3: something or someone very funny.
Our national needs deplete the golden means. Anger management is in transfer. Combustion proves constant. An explosion of interpolating fears. Civil order is checked at the gate. Our leaders by default. Surreal self-portraits hang from the rafters. Those who didn't dwindle simply abandoned. Circle the public square. What wasn't vaporous proved to be vacuous. Trying to convince the mainstream to adapt or adopt alternatives. Subduing audiences with paragraphs and non sequiturs. Is it fantasy or simply being out-of-touch? Awful rhetorical concessions forming the building blocks of distrust. Vaguely unconvincing warning signs, more semantics than semaphore. Isolated for protection, iconoclastic by design. Impatient to start idling, no cure for populist fever. Evaporation caused by chaos leads to condescension. Controversy leads to apostasy as conjecture leads to apoplexy. Abstract principles outweigh concrete answers. High-minded cadres ignoring reality. Relying on out-dated answers and transmitters that the public continues to tune out.