[NetBehaviour] The Solutions

[Alan Sondheim]

The Solutions

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http://www.alansondheim.org/facerec.mp4 (thru O'Reilly)

the inelegant   solutions  of passing on,
passing by. Angela, by the
way , came by, and complained about them (the
spreadsheets ). My
voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space , it was
glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again,
it
was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or
doubtful.
Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still
sounds
like, the truth . The better it was, the
worse; the worse it was,
the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all
indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again)
inexact...
inexact...
things
truth
voice
walls
way
word

the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do
       everything  to
encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because
  things  are
triggering everything in
sight  - now again, inadvertently, we
remain outside the    walls . We look up, the
walls. My          voice  engages
the    space  which shares the same acoustics of
what might have been
heard, had they been listening. Mindfully,
       mind  you, all those
    exercises  we tried, we heeded, through
ignorance. There were only
the inelegant          solutions
of passing on, passing by.    Angela , by the
way, came by, and complained about them (the
       spreadsheets ). My
    voice  engaged her, we shared the same sonorous
space, it was
glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again,
it
was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or
doubtful.
Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still
sounds
like, the          truth . The
better it was, the worse; the worse it was,
the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all
indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that
word  again)

inexact...
inexact...

triggering everything in
sight - now again, inadvertently, we remain outside the
   walls . We look up, the walls. My    voice engages the
space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been
heard, had they been listening. Mindfully,   mind you, all
those exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There
were only the inelegant
     solutions of passing on, passing
by.  Angela , by the way, came by, and complained about them (the
    spreadsheets ). My voice engaged her, we shared the same
sonorous space, it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have
achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious,
however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!!
That sounds like, still sounds like, the    truth . The
better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we
settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably
inelegant, and gloriously (that word again)

inexact...
inexact...

the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do everything to
encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because things are
triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we
remain outside the walls. We look up, the walls. My voice engages
the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been
heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those
exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only
the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela, by the
way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets ). My
voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was
glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again,
it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or
doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like,
still sounds like, the truth . The better it was, the worse; the
worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize
this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word
again)

inexact...
inexact...

of their presence or absence, of their place, their world, their
biome, of their proximity, of their urgency, their thought, of
their sadness or exaltation, of their coming forth and their going
forth, of their passing, of their being, of among them, seeing and
hearing, movement of water, within and without the tide, of their
listening and comfort, of the water passing, the comfort of water,
their being, plural and singular, solitary and communal -

The picture or thing doesn't fall apart, _it's corrupted,_ speaks
inexactly, the level is rising inexorably. In the industrialized
countries, aging will insure, inexorably in cost; the gap between
black and white inexorably driven by forces of damping effect;
later, water, we'd drowned as if making lists, but to a wrong
address I inadvertently entered in one or another spreadsheet, you
know how it is, and the presence never answered. Voices are often
muffled, almost inaudible, a lot vision even if nothing "comes
inadvertently." We learn to expect things. We read, we swim against
the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do everything to
encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because things are
triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we
remain outside the walls. We look up, the walls. My voice engages
the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been
heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those
exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only
the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela, by the
way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets). My
voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was
glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it
was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful.
Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds
like, the truth. The better it was, the worse; the worse it was,
the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all
indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again)

inexact...
inexact...