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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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The texts above are on a rebound in some of the texts I write every day for the group blog the convoy glossolalists . This time, texts written between August 15, 2010 and September 15, 2010. The title above each of them lists the titles of note in which they were originally posted.

The following selection is made very instinctively, flying over the texts of the period and retaining those whose memory retains the best memory. The texts that are part of a set of many are not back, he will be here when the series they are an episode is completed (as was the case here and there ).

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The convoy glossolalists was opened November 12, 2009, for a year, while leaving open opportunities for renewal. The precision and the arrival of a number of author (s), and returns made through different channels, by readers made clear his continued existence, this blog leaves for a second year, and will remain open and lively until at least November 12, 2011!

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the thickness of the convoy north

( For you who were there as this was written. )






"However, this" infinite "is matter."
Eric Dardel, Man and Earth (1952), p. 9

North is an abstract notion, derived from an understanding of space as extended abstract, uniform, measurable and quantifiable. The north does not mean less concrete places in their materiality, their uniqueness and their contingencies.

Every place in the world to north, then northeast across.

can say it is a place called the pole, towards which converge all journeys north facing, and if a place has a superior device in the Nordic North. This place, pole, do not take this status singularity of an irregularity that would be clean, but a quantitative understanding of space to be homogeneous.

Thus, the north has no place.

I imagine a place, region or continent bounded, which contain the north, we would call North, and North would be in nature. Qualitatively north. It would be a matter apart, place made, done and extended distance. An abstraction physically pacing.

When an abstraction thickens she finds some concreteness.

The North would be the physical presence of an abstraction, a concept, an idea - not the physical presence of their representation, allegory or metaphor. The physical presence of abstraction itself. An abstraction provided with eroticism. Excluding a country, territory, and landscape.

To define the place, Plato must confine its ontological dualism between the world of ideas and material world. In the Timaeus : "must necessarily be all that is about share in a particular place, occupies a certain place, and which is neither on earth nor anywhere in the sky is nothing. "But where, as Plato calls Khôra is a" third species, which is neither the world nor the ideas of the sensible world - not an idea, but immaterial although in constant contact with the sensible world, the Khôra is allowing elements of the sensible world to somewhere.

The North would vast landscapes are open, the North is cold, it would never end.

An infinite limited and delineated. An infinite solid, liquid and air, arranged in a shape to her own. An infinite resistance.

Among the places that place in our physical world, we look at the oceans are as Siberia and Canada to get an idea of the landscapes of North , their nudity and unlimited which commits them - where the finiteness of matter agrees to give limits to the extent, but having convinced of his abilities to the limit, having delivered a geographic shape and sensitive real endless.

The Khôra is any, is the world matrix and receptacle. Without Khôra , the world is nowhere, no. It does not happen.

The North would end without a place where we could go, which could be separated. Anywhere in North , and in any direction you'd go north. Outside North , it would be impossible to move north, even if we would approach the North .

The North is physically made up of substance-field-strength and movement while simultaneously y contains the north and tends to the north.

"The third case, that of the place, is itself perceived as a spurious reason, which is not the sensation he barely there may believe. We beholding as in a dream. Because of this dream state, we are unable to awake to all these awards. " Plato, Timaeus .

Done territory, an abstraction leaves open the clean place. So is the emotional vertigo of North .

When territories seem ignored and thought to be fully known the world over, it's as if an area already tense opened without further tearing a leaf unfolding as we smooth and had thought that it was unaware that it participated in any downturns.

Places exceed boundless space. Thus the earth is much larger than the measurable area of its sphere, and it may give place to the places North .

© Anthony Poiraudeau - 2010

This text first appeared on lines the world, the blog of Nathanael Gobenceaux, on the occasion of communicating vessels .

Is There A Discharge Before Menstruation?

glossolalists (IX)

New resumption of some of the texts I write every day for the group blog the convoy glossolalists . This time, texts written between July 15, 2010 and August 15, 2010. The title above each of them over the heading the note in which they were originally posted.

The following selection is made very instinctively, flying over the texts of the period and retaining those whose memory retains the best memory. The texts that are part of a set of many are not back, he will be here when the series they are an episode is completed (as was the case here and there ).

Reminder operation of convoy glossolalists : it is a group blog open to any and all volunteers. The authors publish texts consist of a single paragraph (no maximum no minimum length - just a paragraph, the text stops when doing full stop). The authors can publish texts on time, all they want (no more than one text a day though) and no particular pattern (publish once, a single text is available). Authors may also - they are even encouraged to do - decide to adopt a constraint on the frequency of publication of their texts. The frequency is then that they decided (not more than one text per day as well), and applies during the period they have previously chosen themselves. The

texts are published daily in a single ticket that includes all the paragraphs to be published today (the number is variable, depending on the frequencies which have forced the authors, and occasional texts delivered). All authors' names is mentioned in a list in the right column of the blog, but each text is not explicitly attributed to its author. We are currently

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252: Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Today is the first global day of slow, and with it an admission by the mechanisms of our society they do not know at all how to free itself from the bustle, no longer able in this case as an incentive event, and folk heritage. Each person is required to move in a reduction in rate than it is accustomed. Walkers must mentally count the rhythm of their steps and do a walk on two motorists roll their eyes on the needle of the meter, which marks an unusually acute angle. Urban traffic is after all not less fluid than usual. The ceiling fans are not having less activity than usual, although the atmosphere around them is less disturbed. The day's exhausting, and without wishing to complain, I can be of them you say with full knowledge. Any fall is not recommended because the attraction Land could not be convinced by the high stakes of the day, it would not be slower than the days alas any, during which it is physically possible to fall in speed limits. This morning in a very elderly had the bitter experience suffered a sunstroke while she was crossing a wide avenue where the shade was missing. She escaped sanctions because shortly thereafter, the President of our Republic, the victim of the sun, was struck by a vagal during his daily jog, performed at moderate speed remarkably than half its pace usual. Today more than ever, for premature ejaculation, make it or break it, and most are casual supporters of abstinence. Now the planes are unable to take off because they have no right to attain the velocity that would allow them to leave the ground, they spend hours and hours to turn round on the asphalt tracks. It is expected that earlier in Berne, no more fond of phrases richly endowed with proposals do not start any fear of not being able to find the end before bedtime. Now cross cyclists their fingers on the handlebars in the hope of returning home before dark. Today the targets are able to avoid bullets and dance in grace, while no one is serious about finished reading War and Peace until the next day. Today more than ever these days to the global con emmerdent us: give us back the slow throughout the year, even at the cost of boredom. Here, relentless and all its evidence, the record of this absurd episode.

258: Tuesday, July 27, 2010
We had the idea that there was a romantic posture, we did not know but wanted to implement it. Also, it manifested itself in our attitude at the turn of a few statements about our erratic melancholy, in the dark world and existence, and about the ardent desire for life and self-defeating, since we Do not design our youth to survive while being frightened by the slightest little real risk that we could meet. For the rest, and in fact it included, we were the most common youth of fifteen years. At a session during Sports, devoted to the javelin, many declared themselves poets, and each in turn said he was writing poems about death. The first was said to be the one who took the initiative to report poet, one who had the idea and wanted to say to his comrades, all alone with him as he was alone at world, in his melancholy tragedy, he wrote poems about death. Those who said he had to find that this was an excellent statement, and no better was possible at that time, they recurred so for themselves. I think because my mind was exactly when it except that I tried to find something else that is not worse, no less fully involved in the tragedy and pain, and no less ambitious to me. So I say that, of course, I also wrote poems, but in my case it was poems about the Apocalypse. In the time of this conversation, we launched a few spears on the ground gravel behind the locker room. I planted on the ground as many darts in my life I wrote poems about the Apocalypse. None.


259: Wednesday, July 28, 2010
There is a large vent at the top of the hill. It is a big and round towers, it inflates and deflates like a bellows, it expands and shrinks its forms and tirelessly serves to maintain inflated the hill on which it rests, it remains the highlight of the city, both the best of all views that are available on the city and a key element of its landscape, crowned with its big and its towers alternately swell and shrink. Ambient air is drawn into the lungs and expelled in large hill under him. The volume change of the mound is minimal and imperceptible as the air is introduced very slowly and regularly discharged below the embossed lines, leaving the breath which drives turbines which moves through the train serving the top and base of the site.


268: Friday, August 6, 2010
Here, we never lost the war, or rather it behaves as if it had won although it was lost, without ever mentioning admit or even allow himself to think that this defeat was a real and effective. We do not deny that war took place, no, it traces the history and we celebrate the victory, although it never was, and what happened instead was a ruthless and humiliating debacle. We celebrate the birthdays of epic battles that never were, which may and probably would have been if the first clashes were not appalling failures. We honor the heroes who enabled us to win, which could have been were they, who were, and we defeated nimbèrent glory because our history is glorious and victorious in essence, whatever the vagaries insignificant and inconsequential history. A new holiday was established to commemorate the surrender of our enemy in this latest war is today until the next brightest of our triumphs.


270: Sunday, August 8, 2010

When the idiot in the neighborhood has expressed his enthusiasm by jumping on the spot, laughing, we realized that our company turned to success. As dull and insipid as neighbors we can one day win her interest was in the order of consecration. By cons, others were outraged that of dull and insipid and neighbors as we can spoil their respectability. They would not have been more shocked if we had eaten the dog droppings remained on the sidewalks. And after all, eat the droppings of dogs remained on the sidewalk was an idea. That's what we were allowed now, because, fortunately, we had nothing going for it.


272: Tuesday, August 10, 2010
I would not caress the soft skin and blond islands that exist outside of my hopes and my dreams unreasonable lunatics. Cruelty is it that our dreams The most expensive are of this world only as a dream when we want flesh and living space. These are the promises that we thought heard, those who said no one that we should live our lives without having to live, and who believed the hearing, we heard them and Crum. I met them sometimes awake, or at least my mind and my body agreed to recognize them and convinced me. Unsustainability confirmed their value of dreams and promise, it validates their existence. He also disagrees deprive them of our desire.


274: Thursday, August 12 2010

When I lifted one detail had changed in his appearance, so we have a friendly exchange of words while brief, that again I gave him a little attention and certainly last to act as minimum that is mine - which in this case is more than the mercy seat of the effective - for subsequent comparisons, she opened her face with a wide smile that made me even more desirable, and scarcely slowing his march answered in a short sentence that sounded like the obvious and saying that yes, we could easily change cutting hair several times a day - how could I ignore it and where could I have been dragging my kindness for all those years did not already know? Penetrating and lively repartee that I know I would have had to have it and I still do not know the content does not initiate the slightest movement or tremor, since none of the corners of my mind. In its place came the long "Ah" followed by brief "agreement" of those who simulate the stupidity because he can not simulate intelligence, which means we desperately hopes by reflex to believe in the existence of intelligence that we did not, as would be indicated by a spontaneous decline vis-à-vis the silliness and the easy use of a rudimentary way of humor mind. I just had to look away from the neck and right shoulder strap of a barred black bra she wore discoveries and appetizing.

© Anthony Poiraudeau - 2010