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The multiples picture that was on shutterbabe is now on decisive moment.
Update: New picture

posted by TT 5:31 PM

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Blah Blah Blah

Blah blah blah. Blah blah? Blah blah
blah blah. Blah, "Blah blah blah!" blah
blah. Blah! Blah blah blah-blah.

—More Than Donuts

“Allahblah!”

BUTT (after his tongues in his cheeks, with pinkpoker pointing out in rutene to impassible abjects beyond the mistomist towards Lissnaluhy such as the Djublian Alps and the Hoofd Ribeiro as where he and his trulock may ever make a game). The field of karhags and that bloasted tree. Forget not the felled! For the lomondations of Oghrem! Warful doon's bothem. Here furry glunn. Nye? Their feery pass. Tak! With guerillaman aspear aspoor to prink the pranks of primkissies. And the buddies be hide in the byre. Allahblah!

—James Joyce, Finnegans Wake via agrep

or “All blah!”?

…known to all the dallytaunties in and near the ciudad of Buellas 1 Arias, taking you to the playguehouse to see the Smirching of Venus and asking with whispered offers in a very low bearded voice, with a nice little tiny manner and in a very nice little tony way, won't you be an artist's moral and pose in your nudies as a local esthetic before voluble old masters, introducing you, left to right the party comprises, to hogarths like Bottisilly and Titteretto and Vergognese and Coraggio with their extrahand Mazzaccio, plus the usual bilker's dozen of dowdycameramen. And the volses of lewd Buylan, for innocence! And the phylli sophies of Bussup Bulkeley. O, the frecklessness of the giddies nouveautays! There's many's the icepolled globetopper is haunt ed by the hottest spot under his equator like Ramrod, the meaty hunter, always jaeger for a thrust. The back beautiful, the un draped divine! And Suzy's Moedl's with their Blue Danuboyes! All blah! Viper's vapid vilest! Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty sparker round the back. Slip your oval out of touch and let the paravis be your goal. Up leather, Prunella, convert your try! Stick wicks in your ear shells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on a boa in his beauty and you'll never more wear your strawberry leaves. Rely on the relic. What bondman ever you bind on earth I'll be bound 'twas combined in hemel. Keep airly hores and the worm is yores. Dress the pussy for her nighty and follow her piggy tails up their way to Winkyland. See little poupeep she's firsht ashleep. After having sat your poetries and you know what happens when chine throws over jupan. Go to doss with the poulterer, you understand, and shake up with the milch mand. The Sully van vultures are on the prowl. And the hailies fingringmaries. Tobaccos tabu and toboggan's a back seat. Secret satieties and onanymous letters make the great un watched as bad as their betters. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for that alltoocommon fagbutt habit of frequenting and chumming together with the braces of couples in Mr Tun nelly's hallways (smash it) wriggling with lowcusses and cock chafers and vamps and rodants, with the end to commit acts of…

—James Joyce, Finnegans Wake via agrep

posted by TT 10:07 AM

Where is Topher Tune’s Times? Why isn’t there something new. Well, the short answer is the Toph is spread thin in just the most primitive of explorations. What is this about ArtKrush and Leonard Michaels. Who’s he? A writer. What kind of writer. That's where reading comes in.

Croquet has an email list. What's croquet? Something on the desktop that the Toph has, but can’t figure out how to use. Or whether. In any case, one of the correspondents referred to a site about a hyperdimensional rubik’s cube and from there found superliminal and via melinda, soda. No, the Toph can’t keep up.

posted by TT 8:54 PM

The birth o' BigCyber is a happening thing. No, actually it was a while back, but unrecognized, forgotten, etc., except by someone's search.

posted by TT 8:45 AM

Look for reference to ambulance in Finnegans Wake. Start with Finnegans Web, which accesses the entire book. Do an agrep -2 for "ambulance," all four books. Result, among others, is this page. Find

Bluddymuddymuzzle! The buckbeshottered! He'll umbozzle no more graves nor home no haunder, lou garou, for gayl geselles in dead men's hills! Kaptan (backsights to his bared!), His Cumbulent Embulence, the frustate fourstar Russkakruscam, Dom Allah O'Khorwan, connundurumchuff.

Alas, no ambulance, necessarily. More a corpulent, recumbent ambulatory(?) eminence. Save this for later.

posted by TT 2:38 PM

Items that have two totally different directions are a TTT favorite. On a spiritual plane(?), b-punkt | Supermortales Leben via malorama. On the temporal, journalistic integrity and punditry.

posted by TT 10:19 PM

7/17/01

If the quest is a question
then the question is a quest.

—fait accompli

Disclosure.

posted by TT 9:05 PM

So take “Boulder: A Concrete Poem” as below and eat its meaning, strip away the regret, remove much of the emotional content, yet retain the precise word count. Deconstruct in short—this will do it, and whatever else is on the poetry page, “Love’s Last Gasps,” no “Love’s Lastly Gassed,” “Lovelies’s Lashings Gasped,” etc. It’s pretty easy to locate what happened to “Boulder” as the poem is written without punctuation as a dense block of text, all the more to recommend it. To put back some of the emotion, look for every word that begins with “re”: think of it as “regret” and pronounce it accordingly (somewhat sadly, wistfully). Example from “Lover’s Last Gastronome,” Wednesdays, Junior 46, 0063. Thanks once again to Crummy: The Site who in this reference records this idea for an instant cult TV show:

We audition for people with skills associated with how-to shows: cooking, home improvement, gardening, etc. Our ideal candidate is someone who thinks he or she is very good, but who by any objective measure is awful. We film a "pilot" with each candidate, which is broadcast as an episode of the actual show. For instance, we'd have a cooking show set where people would do their cooking show pilots. We'd have everything they might need, but they'd be done in by their lack of skills and/or imagination.

The show is awful, both in a cruel way and in a campy way. The audience watches both to vicariously enjoy the victim's incompetence and to secretly hope that they'll actually do well and put one over on us. However, we use deceptive editing to eliminate any aspect of that.

posted by TT 7:36 PM