To all Major Fractions...

I submit this conversation as redundancy that our triumvirate submit to a census. Also, as a pleading beacon that we concentrate this solution...though one mole of us remains constant, it gets split up between beakers...

Ludovic
awake, super magic awesome man!

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kablam!

Ludovic
I can only imagine what that resurrection sequence looked like...
what's the word, my friend?

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i just squeezed out a tastey blues jam...
if you haven't read it already, the mrs. and i will be heading your way in august

Ludovic
I have read it already and I am readily awaiting your arrival...are there any other guests travelling along?

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maybe noah parks.. that would be it.. and i kind of doubt it
no, i do doubt it

Ludovic
not to discourage, but I would be especially pleased if a reconvening were undisturbed by lesser fractions...

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so delicately worded

Ludovic
I take pride in my art...

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i hear you... this trip will be ideally filled with a lot of reconvening, as the lady will have been in europe for so freakishly long

Ludovic
oh yeah?

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will you have to work a lot?
like, at night and stuff?

Ludovic
early august? I believe that I will be unable to take any time off...it's a black-out month...moving season...though, I'll be done at 6:30 every night...

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ah, good.. i don't want to use your place as a motel
meaning.. i sleep there without seeing your shining face

Ludovic
I truly enjoy that our conversation is following along in the same vernacular as the absurdly bourgeois period film that I'm watching...
and yes, I would like to spend time with you when you are not rocking and/or sleeping...or when you are...doing either, I suppose...
so, yeah, anyway, I'm glad you're coming, fuck face...and I'm glad you're bringing your lady friend...I'll be glad to meet her...I hope that you can meet some of the talented and wonderful humans that I've encountered thus far in my Chicago adventures...

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we'll be ready

Ludovic
glad to hear it...

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i'm ready for an adventure.. it's hard to find a job when everyone else is loosing jobs because of a flood.. i have a lot of time to sit around and.. be ready for things

Ludovic
I know it gets old, having everyone try to convince you to be where they are, but I'm going to try...
Chicago is pretty rad...

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i'll give you a fair shot.. for now, it's time for me to read the silmarillion until i fall asleep

Ludovic
sleep well, man of awesomeness...and keep the boss fruit growing, for it is our fate...

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word, son

I'm still curious about this anthology...

Could we have an anthology?

hey boys... 

So, I'm bachin' (pronounced "batchin'") it this summer, and It's making me crazy in a number of ways. However, as usual, these lapses in material "happiness, comfort and love"-making potential get me riled in a most introspective text-hemorrhaging manner. Anyway, last night/this morning I ejaculated the following collection of loose signifiers that I intend to make into fiction of some length:

Writing Project Brainstorm:

short story topics --> the gap;

 rurality and urbanity;

my generation;

- how fucked are we? why?  

technology;

society, political identity (vs. personality);

heterosexual-masculinity;

animality/primitivism;

drugs;

time/ambulation as a biological classificatory device/botany;

geomagnetic reversal;

 I realize that the gist of this brainstorm is heavily obtuse and science-fictive and, for me, it has already yielded three fairly concrete short story ideas that I intend to germinate in the coming days.  What I propose is FICTION most speculative! For, while our existential rants give us candid access to our shared and/or unshared emotional landscapes in light of our individuated urban experiments as they stand, I feel as though some of the greatest mojo that the triad has ever mustered came from our wildest and most fleeting hopes, our joking attempts to glimpse the future in all its probable absurdity. It's going in the movie. 

Anyway... my tripartite proposal/promise/dare is that fiction is coming to minortriad this summer and you two, or anyone else who reads this b-log should come along as well. The task I set is to extract the "rain" and the "torm" from a good heavy brainstorm and leave ourselves with some pure BS.