278: Monday, August 16 2010
machines do exist include the world retains a backup image of all elements of the world and from all reports they had them since they were memorized by this means. Gradually, as the world's existence continues and it becomes more complex, more and more data, images connections and must be preserved so that volumes of backup storage necessitated Building more and larger, much larger than the machines do exist to the world itself. As multiplied precautions vis-à-vis these safeguards, multiplying themselves, and then by quadrupling by splitting each of them, then duplicating and then by quadrupling each double quadruple backup, backups took place gradually over the world than any other activity that s' place them at risk of invisibility to all necessary mechanical device to exist worldwide. We knew the capabilities of the technological apparatus to operate remotely and we mastered the means to relocate the images we had accurate and complete registration. It was enough now to find a new location for place the world less cramped.
286: Tuesday, August 24, 2010
We desired nothing so much as the normal things on the up and down. The normal course of things could include accidents and even disasters, even if it was especially in the absence of any remarkable event - except to point out what had gone wrong place to be. The normal, in fact, the tide was such that it takes place without us. That's what we wanted, as an objectivity the real world - it was real as normal, outside oneself, not pander to us, no doubt, because everything that we came from seemed questionable. The basic rule for the guarantee that the course of things was normal on the place down was that we're not there: things are going in our absence as they would occur in our absence, it was principle. The inadequacy of the method that relies solely on this principle is: how do you know if things go as we were away when we're not there, if we are not there to see? We had thought to ask someone to go see for us and give us reports, but then the person you have entrusted with this mission would have been a part of us, and we would have been on site through it - it ' was an impasse. The best solution was: seeing the place down for a place that prevented us from intervening, for example the roof of a building, or a balcony perched above. With heavy heart and stomach distress, and some technology gaps we might have saved the day, we had to give up if we could see instead is that we visible from it, so inevitably things that was what it was. This reality that we contained was decidedly difficult.
291: Sunday, August 29, 2010
it strange stories circulating in the villages of the plain edges, we say that in some years when the summers were endless, perpetually dry and fields have become too dry for the plants there are not totally dried up and shriveled, then bask crevices that the crust of the earth became naked widen and are so deep that a man can stand upright without its head above the soil surface. They say that especially when these cracks become such trenches, some of the young people of the country are seized with a irrepressible need to slip and the long walk, dazed and euphoric, prey to any indecent way of excitement and that is when the ground is smooth again, the cracks are closed in an instant, burying alive the youth, and it starts to rain cats and dogs, as suddenly as if the sky had taken the water from a well soaked. When it suddenly starts raining hard on the plains, following a massive drought, all parents of young villagers rushed to find their offspring in the fear that she is not complete.
298: Sunday, September 5, 2010
We had left the desert to be quiet. We drooled. The last time before departure had been really painful, lots of stories that were really dirty chained, after a time it was thought that it would not stop Never in trouble, and at the same time it had already lasted far too long. It was as if each new day presented itself for us pass of the crap, as an ephemeris. An ephemeris sh with pages that turn by themselves, and no Sunday or holiday. So we thought we had nothing to do here, we left it was our life where we do not catch up, and in the desert it was thought that this would be what we needed, saw there was one not far away, and there was nothing there, and nothing to make us dross. It we had to be overcome, whether at a point where we prefer to give up everything, because the desert, the harsh elements and austere life, that we had never crossed my mind before. At first we were happy, we had found an abandoned shack of wood down a cliff. And then after two or three hours in the house, which we had been raining since we left, we were not in the walk but to where we started a new life is precisely what we was damn scared, and especially that we have completely discouraged. Spend his time here, until maybe an animal we come peck, or when one of us starts to eat the corpse of the other who was dying of thirst to delay a few days when happen there too, the possibilities of change were not well exciting. We returned to town before the end of the day eventually, but for a few hours we had taken the decision to leave, and we had in there believing we had done, really. It was a dismal failure, but still, we had been able to believe him capable.
305: Sunday, September 12, 2010
He had too much control so that we can rebel against him too much authority and capacity for harm before it can be flee or would that give the appearance of conflict. With the fear they had of him, they clung to no more than the cold until the wear always end up delivering a facade of normalcy and habit might have been likened to the filial love. And in the evening at dinner, when all were assembled in the same room, he continued to be there, dominating and quiet, surrounded by those he was devastated, sure of his power and convinced he had won the silent devotion due to him, certainly none of his crimes and his crimes would could threaten her, since her crap had both been the instrument and to submit proof of his invulnerability, since its influence continued to grow after he had made. There have definitely been felt loved by horror, and saw his power as his immutable ignominy person never returned against him.
306: Monday, September 13, 2010
Patients came to visit from the entire region, not least since he had lost his license to practice. He had not changed address, or firm, or therapeutic method. He treated all the drainage, he had himself designed and built for this purpose an apparatus of any vacuum precision can go dig up every inch of the body. For him, all the evils consisted of the flow of fluids, secretions, mucus or other liquid that the body does not succeed in evacuate although able to produce it. For Drain Doctor, as he was nicknamed, a healthy body was evacuated as a body of liquid it happen, and pathology was inherently fluid and stagnant. He was relentlessly hunting for all the fluids that showed a lack of willingness to move and vacate the premises. It was not without notoriety or without patient base, far from it, they acquired a sustainable word of mouth. Many people were delighted by his treatment, in which the good doctor introduced into their bodies - by a natural orifice or freshly incised by his meticulous care - a thin tube, long, soft and learnedly headed to the area that the fluid inertia was transformed into unhealthy marshes and reservoir toxic miasma. After reaching this region of the body, an analysis of patient symptoms and many had determined as palpation undisputed seat of evil, the doctor was starting the engine vacuum which his learned pipes were connected, triggering a sucking sound intense and regular, whose music machine reliable convincing you that you were instantly better, and he had to do anything else in the world so rarely that this intervention issued yet by the medical profession. Regulars of Dr Drain felt tremendous results, and swore by him, probably they had never suffered that pain treatments tailored to the good doctor.
307: Tuesday, September 14, 2010
It always ended by a convening of the decoration as a whole, delivered as a block in all its power, against which the character was lost and lonely cringe by which it appeared the narcotic character of the world's existence and just as suddenly his own contingency and the highly improbable, miraculous and incomprehensible that this and including himself existed rather not, so be prepared rather than not be located here rather than elsewhere, and his eyes rather than another which does 'would have seen nothing but their existence in his place would have prevented it is him that here the same way as another. Everything was real he did anything but was nonetheless the only unlike those who were not, and if everything had been different, it would not have changed, but nothing would been the same, and that all this was the same thing. The set ended inevitably in this face-to-face metaphysics and cosmic that we should try to dance like a whirling round and removed, definitive and reproducible.
308: Wednesday, September 15, 2010
badly I collected stamps, and poorly collected minerals. That is to say, without detail, without control of the classification criteria and practices of conservation, and also without the spirit of nomenclature, and no more the relentless nature of the grid always extended and denser a single domain under the same frames of reference. For a child, maybe he is glad not to have these habits of mind and what type of temperament. I liked the idea of collections, however, and the idea of discipline to carry them and also have science, for which the triviality of some quaint trinkets could be transformed into a treasure to my eyes to those of assistance benefiting the privileged favors their exhibition, but my interest here was sticking to the idea, This allowed me intellectually projects strictly governed by the idea collector but had no other embodiments a start gathering the same type of objects in a handful of times without result. I had to look there to invent personality traits or elements to enforce consistency in the sociability of my child. I have no regrets.
© Anthony Poiraudeau
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