| Conversations with Fo Fo, the Loneliest dog in Purgatory (fiction) | by SwimmingMonkey | | Before I died Dad was always telling people how he couldn't imagine meeting a person he didn't like in a hardware store.
The way he saw it was that you could be sure that anyone who went into a place like had at least enough initiative to try to fix things around the house, which was more than enough to put them ahead of the pack. He liked to think that most people spent their lives laying around gorging on microwave popcorn and watching daytime TV.
Oddly enough Dad's opinion on hardware...
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| Reality, Dimensions and the Natural Ontology (essay) | by Simulacron3 | Back to Sensing and Perceiving || On to The Brain and Meaning
So far in this series, we have considered the need for a theory of brain, chosen a holistic and biological approach to modeling the brain, considered models for the neuron, and looked briefly at the process of sensing reality. Here, we will discuss what all of that implies about reality and the brain's modeling of reality, and arrive at some fundamental definitions.
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| Scribeling (thing) | by ushdfgakjasgh | Scribeling
Scribeling is a user-generated translation tool, currently under development by myself. It will function as a web application, into which users can enter words and short phrases, unidirectional translations of words and phrases, and, for more experienced linguists familiar with the function of the translation engine, abstract descriptions of corresponding syntactical structures between languages. All of the data created by this project will be freely available under a...
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| Earl of Landaff (person) | by aneurin | The Earl of Landaff was a title in the Peerage of Ireland that was in the posession of the Mathew family between the years 1797 and 1833. Its holders are often referred to as being the Earls of Llandaff since that is the more usual spelling of the Llandaff, that is today a suburb of the city of Cardiff in Wales, the title is however most properly that of the Earl of Landaff as it was "so spelt in the patents".
The Mathew family of Llandaff, Radyr and Thurles
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| 1 (fiction) | by stainedglass | The tracework of thin black lead sailed in and out of a sea of colour. It was a pure colour, virgin and untainted, that was the only way to describe it. There, in its depths, washed unutterably beautiful crystal-shard sparklings, born of a single split ray of sunlight. It took Peg's breath away, quite unexpectedly.
All her life, she'd imagined that to be an exaggeration. 'It took my breath away', people would say to her, and she'd nod in response. Up until now it had meant...
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| Are you hoping for a miracle? (review) | by XWiz | The miraculous is all around us.
23rd July, 2008: Birnin Kebbi, whilst consuming fried beef, spots the name of Allah inscribed in the unpalatable curves of a piece of gristle. The restaurateur, upon further searching, discovers three more pieces of similar meat, each containing the holy message. A vet explains that the appearance defies scientific explanation, while visiting Islamic scholars claim 'it was a sign to show that Islam is the only true religion for...
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