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Snipped, from a morning considered recent:
ONE: What are you seeking there? [...] ONE: Ahh, God, you are... be healthy!
At least, that's the word-for-word, uncased, deliberately uncharitable disquotation; for although no language worth ever speaking truly lacks functional grammar, the opportunities for deliberately feigning idiocy, whether in the name of politeness, or for sakes best forsaken, forever lurks in the moment when quoting elsewhere words recontextualised.
I happened to have been reviewing the national epidemiology, readable -- only by secure connections, naturally, lest anyone flip a shit over a flipped bit! -- at, in Orwellian tautotopy, the Ministry of Health's dashboard for the bored, bureaucrats, unhealthy unemployed, or possibly all three in one sanacorp, insano, y'know; and I read these quite infrequently, due to the regrettable lack of any human reply from aforementioned ministry when I wrote them, twice, requesting that they provide the information, devoid of the client-side khthonhic abomination that passes as industry best practice user experience, most likely measured as whether the user can distinguish their Web browser from an Excel document, especially in terms of responsiveness to batch scroll commands, chart readabilities, and the high contrast between dark patterns and mere lazy mediocrity.
Then passed a day, and a night, and the dark gave way to light, for its inevitable return truly is the only constant; and hazy days of pandemic malaise chased each other until the stale drafts got tepid.
Occasionally, thought-trains derail at the most opportune moments, allowing the plausible deniability of any recall regarding the author's intent, inspiration, nor catalyst.
title: Zehu: A So-So Just-So Story tags: war, school, verse date: 2020-07-20 20:11'07" ;;;;; The following words are not fiction. ``` Zehu hasipur shel katsin beshem Bingo Bee Ayyy NGO Be Aint NGO be no NGO for bingo weren't his name, no! Ratsu lemamen la nahar et ha Ringo bezmansheha deshe vehageshem bli Singo baWadi notru :? ohalim vemotot letsido: khayyalim, shehemtinu lirot; haspaka leshavua, shvuayyim, belakhats; oolai gam kumta imhatseva shelpalkhats! zerem khazak, mibirkaim vamata; takhmoshet beshefa, pkuda shenatata; madim yeshanim, tikim, vesakim; kamuvan gam hamon, hamon, sakinim; rak tipa khomer gelem lasotsiometri, lemniyat hivatsrut od tsava psichometri; plugat tsoarim, yeshenim amukot; ve shomer sheshama: "Au secours, sale cabot." ```
Bits, both rotten and otherwise, preserved arbitrarily; the school tag, while removed from this post, is arguably still relevant.
Barely over a decade ago, I had my conversation last (at the time of this writing) with an inspiration - words don't do him justice, so I'll use as few as possible, though fallibility and fatalism compel the use of a few extra. I don't remember our full exchange - for it took place over minutes scattered down the hours and years, blown across forest trails, grassy diamonds, and endlessly flowing pitch, level for a fleeting lifetime - so I'll avoid quoting the exact words leading to the following misinterpretations, although if reinterpret them you must, I recommend that you do so with the assistance of one or more of the locutors present at the time of that speaking...
- If you must shoot, shoot to kill.
- If your first shot isn't likely to kill, make sure you're sufficiently familiar with the firearm that you can send off a handful.
- Kill with at least one bullet.
- Don't be the guy who gets shot in his sleep on the beach.
- Don't write that book.
- If you must enlist, think once; think twice; and enlist.
He is quite likely to have meant at least one of those interpretations, and someday I hope to ask him which of those unintended were not incorrect.
Passing through the inhospitable wasteland between the cactic sanctuary and the muddy slope colloquiallized by students as "Vietnam" on my way from the academic accelerator to Master Ultan's nearest dungeon, yet again reared that heady temptation - to forcibly install an assymettric training wheel upon a couple's calm conversation. Biting like a good dog, I but in: "As you must have heard them quote by now, 'there are two types of people in this world: those who like to hear their voice upon your ears, and those who like parchment inking friction'.".
Without missing a beat, she knocked me out of the ballpark and into the land of insufficiently studied prewar bullshit: "so THAT's why the world is splitting!"
There's this placetime where they speak Latin, and I don't mean the shameful butchery perpetrated by those Roma scumbages:
+mircea_popescu | [plebem tuam per signum sanctae crucis ab obnibus insidiis inimiucorum omnium]
Since I've managed to forget more Latin than you ever knew (if my bold assumption leaks presumption - Power to the Person!), we'll be "live-translating" this today, to figure out what Mircea meant. I'm using a 1968 Cassel's, and if you're using an advertisement-subsidized database (or worse, siloslavery), please return with a properly-calibrated probricorticem.
- plebs - 3f "the lower orders"
- tuam - eggog
- per - durch
- signum - ein wenigsten pecuniarisch Mark
- sancty - inviolable (tell that to the Bard!)
- crux - this is taking way longer than expected, and my bus isn't getting any earlier
- abomnible - snow, man!
- insidiae - TIL why Palpatine handled 'cds'
- inimiucorum - eggnogg signum duo
- omnes - insidiis scurra locuplectic
Hear that? It's the neighbor-dog, barking at me to get my shit together, put it all in a shitstack, and go patch that bus.
Here I pause, having harried you, Reader, from post to post - from a leaky, clouded link to this cloudy portal to my mind, to this post with its cruelly twisted words, this post which is perhaps the lamest in existence, perhaps the lamest ever to exist. It was by linking that first post that I set your mind upon the path that brought you to this post, and surely as you circle this post, you seek your next path; from this site outwards, far far away, it will lead beyond the Cloud Uncensorable and among the forests and grasslands, mountains and jungles of the earth.
Here I pause. If you wish to talk with or near me, Reader, I cannot help you. There is a road, but no simple way.
Should yous and company wish to achieve constructive interference in joint action, one will likely count aloud so all beg in sync. Counting down in Hebrew runs the risk of whispers or stress amplifying the already likely false positives from confusing the unvoiced fricatives closing "shesh", "hamesh", and "shalosh" with the natural element that concludes the count: "esh", the igneous; the others do just fine.