How not to be?
March 25, 2009 at 8:12 pm | Posted in writing | 8 CommentsTags: invisibility spell, poetry, writing
The advantage in such disguise is that every old man’s voice is an artificial construct. Ronaldhino for instance, in that sudden moment when he forgets all concern with the blustering faces and clomping of the larger boys or on the alternate letting the machine through its mysterious allegory algorythm organise the syllabubbles, this is the question.
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The forgetting of syllabubbles
is not a conscious act. Is it?
A little more like hiccups, I believe.
Ol’ Uncle Tree
Hello. Why do people not leave links under their names these days. Perhaps they enjoy engendering mystery. I can consciously choose behaviour which will induce the forgetting of syllables. But if you are an old tree, I wouldn’t dream of disagreeing.
Comment by me2watson— March 25, 2009 #
Hello again!
I never thought about leaving a link. You couldn’t find me?
I’m surprised. The Tree is 51. Are you in Japan?
http://me2watson.wordpress.com/
Ah there you are. No, I am in Australia. Your blog is very cool.
Comment by me2watson— March 26, 2009 #
Well, thank you, uhhh…didn’t catch your name.
This is coming to you from Lincoln, Nebraska.
I work for the wily Japanese, that’s why I wondered.
Do you live on that beach? Cheers! Keith
I wish I lived on that beach, Keith. It’s about a hundred kilometers down the road. That is the view from the surf club bar. Cheers!
Comment by me2watson— March 26, 2009 #
Oh, duh…thank you, Paul!
Comment by me2watson— March 26, 2009 #
Syllabubbles is one of the niftiest words I’ve read in, oh pretty much ever. 🙂
Cool. The tadpoles are looking healthy, Thomma Lyn.
Comment by Thomma Lyn— March 26, 2009 #
It’s pretty clear that his brain is on idle most of the time. What about putting if to use as a compute engine? As long as he’ve got our data now stored in his head, he might as well use the brain as a local processor. Then all he need is some ports for the keyboard and mouse, and a receptor for WIFI.,
Absolutely,
Comment by Mariana— March 26, 2009 #
Aha, so that’s the answer to that overwhelming question 🙂
Syllabubbles is exquisite. You give ee cummings a run for his money.
Harmonie! Thankyou.
Comment by harmonie22— March 26, 2009 #
Nice post from you.
That’s very kind. Thankyou.
Comment by Haiku Poems— March 26, 2009 #