Some Critics Are More Coherent Than Others
Can anybody make out what this man is trying to say? He e-mailed me Saturday afternoon:
When I need advice from the university lab of masters, of 1950's behaviorist...who summarily cast off generations of people who besides legitimacy of other understanding...for other reason...self proscribed phycologists...although behaviorism is very taken for granted in the curriculumn...granted historically with what your popular commentary and conception is that is apparently holding you back from finding your inner astronaut lover scholar live in therapist...but granted the problem of finding a live in therapists...first of all demands the ability to find your better option around the corner in life...because of your own self (not just his)introversion...of which is not gender oriented in it's conceptual realization...explicit not definitaly to any one person...etc etc. But should you in your endeavor to find the perfect intellect and paramour for which you can blantantly expunge the exact extent to your inability to be satisfied...quantitatively I wouldn't necessarily say that it was a latent determination of not being able to be princess supper model actress doctor and porn star all rolled into one...but should you learn to get in touch with your relationships that you conveniently gravitate for unconscious musing of auto seggestion to interpret the exact extent of your own intrinsic knowledge about all things...this uncanny ability to summarily be able to assume the prescriptions for all things mis understand in your personal estimations of leisure intellect...of which is vastly superior...should you find the perfect animus expression to aid in your endeavor for personal expression...I suggest that maybe you should to understand other people's feelings...and learn some communication while you summarily assume all things personal that can't necessarily for everybody be expressed in the mutual feeling of the exclusive rights in life that you enjoy being comparitively the numbers 7 or 8 woman to 1 man...granted your superiority in relationships should take precidence to the ability to find sombody who can sooth your innate sensibilities...but realistically, in a relationship, with someone your supposed to love....of course not the kind of love of cell block d even latently this is what you would like...but I'll tell you, maybe he's..coincidently your own expression tool...yes it's true...granted historically it does present some problems...the real problem when an older gentleman choose to take on a younger protege'...with every good bye yes you learn...if that happens...but unfortunately...when some women ...because of the anxious unconscious drives take on a younger man to educate...it if things get out hand ...end up murdering him...I hope you and you unsuspecting victims find someway to other than plaster it all over the paper...besides a qualify job as such...to vindicate the sad reality of exsistence and the unfortunate reality that yes when you find something and run with...which granted should acceptable...I don't condemn you for it...unfortunately an accepted axiom is basically he doesn't have a built in hepa filter...I'm sure you could write some poetry...about the unrealised and unconscious count down to your next cycle...
I'm thinking somebody's written some program that randomly combines words into sentences -- and it kind of reminds me of the speculation that a roomful of monkeys on typewriters will eventually type all of Shakespeare's sonnets. In this case, I suspect the guy needs a prescription more than he needs a Selectric.
It sounds like a recent spamflood consisting of seemingly innocuous word salad that is thought to be trying to poison bayesian spam filters.
(A post disappeared! It was a truly great post too!)
jerry at December 23, 2007 6:52 AM
Thanks, Jerry - it'll be back tomorrow.
And actually, this guy seems to exist. Looked him up, but his e-mail was so pathetic and insane I didn't have the heart to include his name/e-mail address with his message.
Amy Alkon
at December 23, 2007 7:03 AM
Sounds like drugs to me.Meth + sleep deprivation = blithering idiot.
Christina at December 23, 2007 9:17 AM
I think I still have a ratty, spiral bound notebook full of stream of conscious stuff like that from college. Most of it was...pharmacologically influenced.
martin at December 23, 2007 10:28 AM
He means, "Just hold me."
Crid at December 23, 2007 10:47 AM
"Ulysses" it ain't.
Kimberly at December 23, 2007 11:01 AM
Crid, that's hilarious.
Amy Alkon at December 23, 2007 11:27 AM
They finally let Crispin Glover out?
eric at December 23, 2007 7:47 PM
Ha! You and Crid are the winners so far.
Where's Treacher?
Amy Alkon at December 23, 2007 7:56 PM
It's not Jason, is it?
Gail at December 23, 2007 9:18 PM
Ha!
Amy Alkon at December 23, 2007 9:43 PM
Wow, that is totally reminiscent of the sort of thing that came out of my mouth when I was on a serious acid binge. I'll attempt to translate, though it's been many a year since I kicked the habit.
Mommy? I love you mommy. No matter how much I hate you, I will always love you. Finishing with Crid's interp.
DuWayne at December 24, 2007 4:58 PM
"this uncanny ability to summarily be able to assume the prescriptions for all things mis understand in your personal estimations of leisure intellect..."
Yup. That's you, Amy! Except it's like an E.E. Cummings poem. I think he meant it more like this:
This uncanny ability to understand all things, for your personal estimations assume the prescriptions of intellect. Summarily, to be in leisure, Able Mis(s).
Hmmmmm?
kg at December 28, 2007 9:15 AM
Throw all those words up and let them fall, and you've got a good pound cake recipe.
Amy Alkon at December 28, 2007 9:17 AM
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