Hosting campfire tales among the analog boosters.
The Greeks believed that fishing was the harbinger of prosperity; easy fishing a rich season . Small fish bring large fish.
A TALE: it is as though I’ve come across a campfire. There are young and old gathered around it; fishing poles, fishing tackle, some people in fishing vests wearing hats with lures stuck in them. A cover for some brochure, except the people aren’t suitable.
There is some fish, although not much; they’ve either finished, or they didn’t have a good day fishing. Telling stories keeps them from thinking of failure –how many bad days. — neither worms nor ties worked.
I stay aside and listen for a moment, a couple of tails and then I’ll be on my way. The old seem to be trying to outdo one another, each elevating the story, having more knowledge, having greater insight ,having more experience, having caught more fish. The old telling the young how much better fisherman the old were when they were young; the old were better fisherman when they were young, and better fisherman than these young; also, fishing was better back then. More types, tastier too.
Their stories make fishing better back then: the reason for this, for their reasoning, their motive isn’t stated– likely unknown, nonetheless, I’m going to tell my tale, my explanation of what and why they’re doing this: they’re doing this to gain position at the campfire, to have their story retold by the Young, to make their story the Young’s story even though their story, it’s just a fish tale
These ancient fishermen, they lived off store-bought fish, more likely, beef at the drive-through on their way back from Camp.
I am offended, I do do not mean to offend, but I am offended since I lived off fishing. These gossip groups are thieves stealing a past and a future.
They tell their tale to drown out the tales of the young; these elders tell their tales so often the young believe them. They’ve told their story so many times they start to believe it, So many tales have been intertwined there isn’t any thread of origin, of truth– the film is fogged beyond use.
They told the tail so many times they forgotten the truth of it they no longer know the true parts the small part became so big that the fish turned into a whale
It’s not that they’re bad storytellers, instead they’re good liars… dissemblers of information. They met someone who knew someone, becomes: they were the dear friend of that one.
Their story doesn’t matter to my tale ,not a flicker.– It doesn’t stop me from fishing, and it doesn’t stop me from enjoying the fish I catch.
Of course, like all fish stories, this has nothing to do with fishing.
Matte paper. Reflection density. Callier Effect. Woodburytype
Farnsworth [wikipedia]
To know a story, read their story.
Gossip is always wrong. And prone to false memory; featuring yourself as the center of the circle, the fountainhead.
Magnolia
Although there are some glimmers of the truth in these {DW post) none of the facts or numbers are correct and no one working at Magnolia can recall the jigsaw portrait that is mentioned… [Jan,2021 private communication]
HIS claim: The most interesting project I was consulted on involved a giant jigsaw puzzle color self-portrait using 22 species of exotic hardwood. After the scan, this was laser-mapped, but could not be either laser cut or CNC done. I won’t gone into details, but their labor charge was 40K, and they lost money at that! But they did it for the challenge, and just shrugged their shoulders and said they’d make up the difference on the next Chuck Close project. Most of these pieces sell for over a million apiece to museums or civic installations. NYC has quite a few
Two additionals: Dmax is less valuable, as well as being prone to measurement error for papers than is L* —
AND : Happy Andre Breton Day …
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