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though it can not be proven, my existence carries out. it has been hounding through articles for a week or more, bounding from each new of them with shifted thought, curling and froth from being plunged around so suddenly.. and that froth is where i have been playing, at times, lost and idle in the foam of meme birth, and afterbirth, but often orienting, engaging currents and exposing eddies.
our research group consists of an older moroccan woman, and and older indian fellow, the latter of which does`more managerial things than research. we have recently been pushed into a proposal project with another group of scientists who do very different things from us. they are writing a national science foundation grant proposal. we are now tasked with trying to lend our complexity science to their problems. this idea is not straightforward, and the conceivers of it may or maynot have been honest with themselves about this obvious fact. we have endeavored, and postulated, and been spread thin, out into the space of all possible approaches to the ideas in the proposal, and by that spreading, we were sent out searching, from article to article, trying to grasp, and grasp over the structures laid in front of us.. the attempt to represent them to ourselves in such a way that, our tools fit their grooves, and intuitions fumble with shapes of certain or uncertain futures and unfutures. to be clear: there exist two language, ours, call it A, and theirs, call it B. we try construct a language, call it C, so that, when we talk about language B with language C, it sounds like language A.

we others, the domestic researchers, tilled the earth, in a long strip, maybe 120ft by 40ft.
it will be the ground from which we try to feed. the winter should bring us lots of greens..which we certainly can use. they are such efficient vessels of minerals from the earth to its animals.. they are the apex of the teat of nature, and we are ascending toward it... it is a dirty fleshy journey, with metal clashing on wood, deep in the ground.. and it is fortuitously, as erotic as we would care to make it.