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hummingwolf) wrote2005-01-07 07:59 am
hummingwolf) wrote2005-01-07 07:59 am
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Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my rocking chair
resolution
Cooking, in its strictest sense, is the preparation
of stone,
but it's not given us
tail's on fire again
ah yes
this doesn't happen to me across the river, providing the bridge to bow from the morning
and captured their kings
they have clothes that keep you from others or from
horizon to shore in a day,
i've come to know,
that 'tis the hue of resolution
is when the unseen spirit world, which
controlled the visible and solid earth, and what the truth swirl above my rainy roof
the countless feasts laid at my feet.
--MegaHAL
So, this is the time of year when everyone talks about their New Year's resolutions or why they refuse to make them. Last year I came up with this one resolution:
It was a silly goal, the achievement of which did not appreciably improve my life in any way, which was sort of the point. If there is something I need to do to change my life, then that something needs to be done whichever time of year it becomes necessary, not on some arbitrary date like January 1. But making it to my silly goal did give me a pleasant sense of needless accomplishment, so I wanted to do it again. Unfortunately, I am having trouble thinking of an appropriate goal this year, one both unimportant yet not easily reached within a week of making it.
Oh, you noticed the way this post began, did you? Silly nonsense poem from a program designed as a chatbot? You know, I bet MegaHAL could become the perfect--nay, the pluperfect--postmodern poet if only he were fed more quality material to mutilate. (If you don't believe me, you need to check out some published postmodern poetry sometime.)
Right then, if my resolution should involve boosting the training file of my personal copy of MegaHAL, how would you suggest I go about doing it? Which poems, song lyrics, advertisements, recipes, and other assorted oddments of civilization should the pluperfect postmodern poet know? Which topics should he be able to write about at a moment's notice? Please help me come up with a good useless goal for 2005!
resolutions
The winter season;
a cap of flowers and my killer,
it skims above the foaming waves,
and it is snowing on a drowning man
and the bassoon groans.
in a field mouse
i should see some lakes of milk-color light on the night's starred face,
and i want more
than the heaviness of all things south,
cul de sacs, pirouetting ever-afters. Enumerate
the trees were high,
like the early babylonians. Popular modern resolutions might
include the promise to haunt
all the little brook of life
they tried erasing me
as soon as you say a carnation!
fruit, i say!
pray for peace, people, everywhere,
listen to the time you forget
what our rain-barrel,
you from the hill.
~~~
Men surge to the comics?
my third grade teacher told me where
those who come after, and for my shirt, too sexy for my mantra.
then sigh not so, but let each one of those i served.
among my leaves in the surging wave of the sun
butting the buds
open
blossoms
expand
the snow has possessed the mountains.
the beginning of spring is all but i love you, i told you, told you, i need you today
for accolon, with passion that defied
control in all men's souls
of summer stars
shone and sprang your mother, free,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
which never ends, who is off the cover.
you must know sorrow as the pendulum swings,
watch the ball and do your thing,
did a little turf,
past planted fields and stretches of woods
a man who drives a sleigh ride together with so much
i believe one day when daffodils bloom,
colored pink and silver lanes aglow.
it's new year's resolutions. That
tradition also dates back to his feet,
rivers hindered him,
who touches the hills, when wood was the rusty tin, the timber,
as we sink beneath the moon turned a fire red
cloak and hurries along
so swiftly everyone thinks it's all a dream within a given area.
it has written its own extinction... Soon he was
to save my child
together, knitting the same sex,
the man who inadvertently fell asleep in the aspect of bridge building.
Cooking, in its strictest sense, is the preparation
of stone,
but it's not given us
tail's on fire again
ah yes
this doesn't happen to me across the river, providing the bridge to bow from the morning
and captured their kings
they have clothes that keep you from others or from
horizon to shore in a day,
i've come to know,
that 'tis the hue of resolution
is when the unseen spirit world, which
controlled the visible and solid earth, and what the truth swirl above my rainy roof
the countless feasts laid at my feet.
--MegaHAL
So, this is the time of year when everyone talks about their New Year's resolutions or why they refuse to make them. Last year I came up with this one resolution:
Using the powers of the Launch Information Project (http://www.wam.umd.edu/~gsweeten/main.html) to guide and assist me, I shall rate at least ten tracks in every category with significant representation in the Launchcast database ("significant" shall be defined as "with more than 20 artists or albums available on user stations").Amazingly enough, and in spite of having my computer die last January (I am eternally grateful to everyone who helped get me this new one!) and losing the internet account I'd had since sometime in the '90s, I did manage to achieve my goal--shortly before Launch entirely redid their genre system.
It was a silly goal, the achievement of which did not appreciably improve my life in any way, which was sort of the point. If there is something I need to do to change my life, then that something needs to be done whichever time of year it becomes necessary, not on some arbitrary date like January 1. But making it to my silly goal did give me a pleasant sense of needless accomplishment, so I wanted to do it again. Unfortunately, I am having trouble thinking of an appropriate goal this year, one both unimportant yet not easily reached within a week of making it.
Oh, you noticed the way this post began, did you? Silly nonsense poem from a program designed as a chatbot? You know, I bet MegaHAL could become the perfect--nay, the pluperfect--postmodern poet if only he were fed more quality material to mutilate. (If you don't believe me, you need to check out some published postmodern poetry sometime.)
Right then, if my resolution should involve boosting the training file of my personal copy of MegaHAL, how would you suggest I go about doing it? Which poems, song lyrics, advertisements, recipes, and other assorted oddments of civilization should the pluperfect postmodern poet know? Which topics should he be able to write about at a moment's notice? Please help me come up with a good useless goal for 2005!
resolutions
The winter season;
a cap of flowers and my killer,
it skims above the foaming waves,
and it is snowing on a drowning man
and the bassoon groans.
in a field mouse
i should see some lakes of milk-color light on the night's starred face,
and i want more
than the heaviness of all things south,
cul de sacs, pirouetting ever-afters. Enumerate
the trees were high,
like the early babylonians. Popular modern resolutions might
include the promise to haunt
all the little brook of life
they tried erasing me
as soon as you say a carnation!
fruit, i say!
pray for peace, people, everywhere,
listen to the time you forget
what our rain-barrel,
you from the hill.
~~~
Men surge to the comics?
my third grade teacher told me where
those who come after, and for my shirt, too sexy for my mantra.
then sigh not so, but let each one of those i served.
among my leaves in the surging wave of the sun
butting the buds
open
blossoms
expand
the snow has possessed the mountains.
the beginning of spring is all but i love you, i told you, told you, i need you today
for accolon, with passion that defied
control in all men's souls
of summer stars
shone and sprang your mother, free,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
which never ends, who is off the cover.
you must know sorrow as the pendulum swings,
watch the ball and do your thing,
did a little turf,
past planted fields and stretches of woods
a man who drives a sleigh ride together with so much
i believe one day when daffodils bloom,
colored pink and silver lanes aglow.
it's new year's resolutions. That
tradition also dates back to his feet,
rivers hindered him,
who touches the hills, when wood was the rusty tin, the timber,
as we sink beneath the moon turned a fire red
cloak and hurries along
so swiftly everyone thinks it's all a dream within a given area.
it has written its own extinction... Soon he was
to save my child
together, knitting the same sex,
the man who inadvertently fell asleep in the aspect of bridge building.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
If that's the only thing I learn today, I will go to sleep a better person.
no subject
/me does a little dance.
My family introduced me to all sorts of nifty words when I was growing up. "Pluperfect" is one we used to make fun of--"It's not just perfect! It's more than perfect!"