before i sit down to the... how (is it) how my mother usually words it: pięknie, ślicznie, prozaicznie...
beautifully, beautifully, prosaically...
(how how = howl)
śliniak - baby bib... ślimak - snail: a garden essential if cabbages get chopped on the guillotine...
etymology or rather: the similarity of spelling of words...
piekło - hell...
i'm thinking hard about soft machines, i was trying to find william burroughs' the soft machine in my library, stashed it somewhere deep so had to resort to mind-bending alterations to cite his style:
but not yet... from the river Jordan to the Mediterranean sea... of what is known at least i know a Palestinian is a Philistine is a Philistine
geb nodrap, nodrap, said watt, geb nodrap dis yb, nem owt. yad la...
such is Beckett...
thinking about the soft machines in hard machines: about algorithms in computers no modern novelist with a clue as to programming, coding... bullet shining and diamond biting quality testing
a hack in googlewhacking and years ago i hacked an iPod the wrong way... had a bunch of scratched CDs... copied them into an mp4 format, shoved them into the iPod and what happened?
the iPod crashed... ****** it right there right done and proper... did the same with some lesser known player with an mp3 format... scratches audible but the hardware was intact...
like now, hacking my samsung s8.... get frequent messages about moisture getting into my USB port... hardly... the phone is old and by "capitalistic" standards of new **** newer **** newest **** "needs" replacement... no... it doesn't...
(all misnomers in "quotes": have to air them out like ***** sheets)
hit the restart button and once the the second loading screen comes on plug in the USB and the phone recharges just fine... but (i) still have to hack the hardware while the soft machines update themselves: pronto...
i'm using chatGPT to do the custard churning of content for me... and i use sololearn for stretching punctuation marks into flying paper rides into 3D... like so:
<p>paraphrasing</p> <button>grease</button> {else /^exchanging results>/ ]wormholes[ but that's still basic trimming: i'd rather be in the garden doing so autumnal cleaning - spring cleaning in the house while the garden requires autumnal cleaning: pretty neat...
oh the joy of knowing a slavic language and a germanic language: perfect fusion... for nuancing furthest apart, historically speaking: borrowing from the 20th century...
щ is szcz is also šč (******* pressed on qwerty s then ring finger pressing down on 3 index finger pressing down on c and the ring finger again pressing down on 3 for the crowns)
the only languages where these sounds couple together (or at least, that i know of) - дeщ - deszcz - but there's something inherently wrong with the Russian script - you actually want for the transliteration to be complete... as was the case with the transliteration of Greek into Latin...
namely the following letters: a e m i mean: kudos on transliterating iota into и...
but a bit lazy, drunk almost, having left a and e intact... and m (μ) α ε.
evidently you wouldn't use ε if you already used it for з ζ (zet o zet) and i understand that O is infinitely un-transliterate-able...
л λ...
sore sight for sore eyes... this unfinished Russian script... it could be finished like so:
ɐ ǝ borrowing from я
which would leave m in the hands of... well...
if not the myslite or something akin... given the mu is hμ
hunch: i.e. hmm... ღ (georgian ghani or ო oni or even ლ lasi)
then again... how about armenian? ah... borrowing the armenian π:
պ...
boy...
мальчик could become
պɐльчик
all hypothetical stuff...
դեշճ
or via mkhedruli (st. george) ᲓᲔᲷ (schva - ooh... ease in a sh for heaven's sake, welcome the reaper) -
which is still rain... implying it was a happy sunny day in England and i'm scribbling this down
brzeg: the shoreline.... a marriage of george and armenia...
բᲯեᲒ
so much for ceasefires and fanatical marches with ******* star of david "transliteration" placards are brandished by supposedly very sensible people...
to alleviate my confusion i had to watch a historical programme on t.v. about the history of the ᛋᛋ because i'm quite frankly a little confused like i might be with a quiet quite... easy mistake... oh yes, i do mean the glam black Hugo Boss ᛋᛋ...
but still in some wintry part of the world a journalistic yawn: a bit like the narrative structure is awry or the wrong sort of gambling with memory given the fright of pan am flight 103, 1988... in the same year iran air flight 655...
it's only a question of: as a people with what narratives do we go forward, i'm thinking of what narratives i keep... clearly memory is a fickle beast and eroded by memorising spelling and basic arithmetic from an early age my personal memory hoard is limited as it should be: or shouldn't?
absolutely zero imagination... so switched from watching history to watching charlie and the chocolate history and became flooded with the memory of Samuel - how we used to walk to school almost every single day for a year or so...
how he loved Roald Dahl and how reading really wasn't my thing... maybe i was neglected as a child for not reading books for children: out of self-neglect because i passed straight into the minds of Stendhal and Marquis de Sade... and Plato... oddly enough...
ah... it would appear i'm ready: to sit down to the mind-custard of prosaic NVQ level 3 coursework in spectator safety... officially supervising teams: on paper... since technically already doing the practice.