Three stories about sex

Well, more or less about sex, anyhow. Sex, gender, and so on.

First off we have this article about how polyandry might be more common than previously thought.

Polyandry is, of course, the fraternal twin to polygamy. It is the practice of women being able to marry more than one man, and in the survey of world cultures, it is considered to be extremely rare.

It is certainly rare compared its twin polygamy, where men can have multiple wives. But it should be stressed that both of those are relatively rare compared with single marriage as we recognize it in most of the world today.

Regardless, according to the article, there seems to be some evidence that polyandry exists in a larger number of societies than previously thought, and this merits attention.

Conventional wisdom has held that polyandry was rare because men are inherently jealous and aggressive and domineering, and would never consent to share a wife except under the strangest of situations.

But that would suggest that men are more jealous than women, and I think one would have trouble establishing this as true in any non-anecdotal sense.

Myself, I have always considered the tendency of human societies to enter a polygamous phase to be an evolutionary throwback to our more primitive arboreal primate ancestry. We are still, weakly, a “hareming” species. Our pair-bonding mode is very strong (that’s why we fall in love, after all) but it is a fairly recent evolutionary addition, and our previous mode, where dominant males collect harems of females and guard them zealously, is always there, waiting in the wings.

And the evolutionary argument is simple. One male impregnates many females, his genes are spread further than with a single pair-bond.

So where does that leave polyandry? My guess would be that it evolves in societies where death during childbirth causes the number of males to outstrip the number of females by enough of a margin that young men are willing to share a wife because half a wife is better than none.

We also must keep in mind that in a lot of less advanced societies, the link between sex and paternity is not as well understood as it is in the modern world. The idea of one father per baby is one that is relatively recent, and a lot of these societies barely grasp that sex and babies have anything to do with one another, let alone grasp that each baby has a single father.

And speaking of babies, here is a hilarious story of religious excess from the world of Islam.

Seems that last year, some ambitious imam decided to suggest in a television interview that baby girls should have to wear the burka.

And predictably enough, the world went apeshit over the very suggestion, which I find quite interesting. It shows the power of our taboo against putting sexuality and children in the same context at all that the reaction to this notion, which to my mind does not seem any loonier than a lot of other religious practices, was so universal and vehement.

The guy sited worry about the molestation of babies, which is a curious thing to worry about. I hardly imagine there has been an epidemic of baby groping in the Islamic cultural world to justify such a move.

Although I have to wonder… if the only recognizable, unbagged female forms that are around for males in these societies to imprint upon are preteens, that could plausibly be linked to a rise in interest in preteen females. Sexuality tends to seek the “closest thing available”, after all.

So maybe this foolhardy fellow had a point. Maybe all this sticking girls in a bag the minute they show any sexually stimulating characteristics is leading to a rise in child molestation.

Of course, from a Western standpoint, the obvious solution would be to let the girls out of the damn bags and let the primacy of appropriate sexual response sort things out.

But that would be letting common sense into the room.

And speaking of common sense as it fails to be applied to human sexuality, let’s talk about the tragedy of the media freaking out about little kids touching each other’s bathing suit areas.

Apparently, at some preschool in Carson, California, some little girl was caught with her mouth on the penis of a little boy, and people are, predictably, freaking out over it.

Pedophilia is the moral panic of our age, and as is always the case with moral panics of the past, the main motive force is the public’s appetite for occasions to enjoy the thrill of being shocked and titillated while also engaging in the fun ritual of everyone assuring everyone else that they are “normal” and “not at all like that” and that “those people” are nothing like us good, normal, wholesome people.

As such, the pathology of a moral panic always follows the same route as any thrill-seeking and addictive decadence. It seeks larger and larger doses of the stimulus. But unlike traditional decadence, moral panic also contains a pressure to lower the threshold for offense which works in the opposite direction.

This is how you end up with the Edwardian sex panic and women wearing a dozen layers of clothing in order to conceal any trace of femininity, or for that matter, the burka.

This all said, I do not quite agree with the Jezebel commentator’s stand that this is just children innocently exploring one another’s bodies. It might be that, but it might be… worse.

See, investigators into child abuse know that one of the signs of sexual abuse of children is that the child is sexually precocious, in other words, that the child seems to know a lot more about sex than would be normal for someone their age.

So I would have to ask, who taught this girl about oral sex? Usually, with the little ones, you get touching and rubbing and that is about it.

So there might be something there for people to be angry about after all.

And with that happy thought, I sign off for today.

Living parallel lives

I wasn’t sure I was going to write about this topic, as interesting as it is, but then, completely by chance, I decided to watch an episode of Family Guy with today’s lunch, and lo and behold, which episode should come up but this rather on-topic one.

Well I can take a hint when the universe is sufficiently blunt and obvious about it. Time to talk about parallel universes and, more specifically, this article about the real people who claim to be from them.

The star of the story is Lenina Garcia, a Spanish woman, a well-educated professional, 41 years old, who woke up one morning in a world subtly different from the one she knew.

For example, she went to work to find that she was in a different department than the one she had been in when she went to bed, and had no memory of ever having switched.

Other things were different too. She found out she was still in a relationship with someone that she thought of as her ex-boyfriend. (Man, that’s got to be a kick in the cunt.) Nobody remembered her going in for surgery on her shoulder. There were clothes in her closet that she did not remember buying.

All in all, a very strange and disturbing to happen to the poor woman, regardless of the origin. Nothing in her story absolutely rules out some form of fairly specific retrograde amnesia, possibly brought on by a mild stroke. She says herself that it as if she lost five months of her life, months that she does not remember but everyone else remembers her living.

That is pretty much what would happen if she had a stroke that disconnected five months of her memory from conscious access. Again, that would be a suspiciously specific amount of time to result from a random stroke, especially considering that it did not, according to the story, result in any other symptoms, like loss of motor control or an atypical epilepsy.

And of course, the idea that she came from a parallel universe is a much more interesting theory.
The idea that this is all some big hallucination due to stress is something I reject out hand as simply absurd. People have far less complicated and subtle stress reaction disorders.

But as a big time science fiction nerd, I would remiss if I did not at least take a poke at the idea that this poor woman actually did, somehow, switch alternate realities and end up in the wrong one.

Being an absentminded dreamer who often wonders what reality he is in myself, this seems all too plausible. I have had very vivid dreams where it seemed like I was living someone else’s life, and when I wake up, it takes me some time to remember who I really am, and what is truly real.

Truly, being me is one freaky ass trip sometime, and I suppose it would be at least somewhat cool to find out I have been exploring alternate universes in my sleep.

But somehow, I think the drugs have more to do with it.

Anyhow, back to Lenina Garcia (aren’t Spanish names gorgeous?). Suppose this poor woman did genuinely hop universes somehow. Why would it happen in her sleep? Perhaps in sleep, we all wander.

We don’t notice because, well, we always come back.

So that would imply that Lenina’s fate is some sort of cosmic accident. But if so, who (or what) screwed up? If this sort of thing is possible, one must ask what force it is that makes it so that a trillion times out of a trillion and one, we all get back into our right bodies in the morning?

Is there some sort of super rare cosmic weather system that makes the membrane between parallel universes permeable enough to allow for such mistakes?

Perhaps it is more common than people realize, but most of the people to whom it happens never say anything and just adjust the best they can to their new lives.

Maybe most of the time, the differences are so small and subtle that we just assume the problem is our faulty memories and gloss over it and get on with our lives.

Or maybe there truly is a super rare form of mental illness that results in this sort of delusion. That is also pretty unlikely and interesting in its own right. The closest thing I can think of to it would be the phenomenon known as fugue state, where a person loses all memory of their lives, wanders off in a daze, and creates a new life for themselves, only to suddenly remember who they really are months or even years later.

That one I can see as a result of unprocessed stress. Who hasn’t wondered what it would be like if they just left everything they knew behind and went someplace where nobody knew them and just starter their whole lives over with a new identity?

Just hit the reset button on life, and see if you can do better the second time around!

So I can imagine how, as a result of deep psychological pressures locked away in someone’s subconscious mind that they simply cannot, for whatever reason, let surface consciously, the person’s mind might become overloaded and use the unusual route of a fugue state to resolve the tension.

But just forgetting five months of your life? I would have to know what happened five months before the onset of the amnesia that marked it as somehow special in Lenina’s life.

Maybe she wanted to go back to a time before some certain even happened and was willing to forget everything that happened since then to accomplish it?

That does not strike me as very likely. Again, there are much simpler stress reaction disorders, like for instance total fatigue, that are far more common.

Oh well, time to transport myself into the alternate universe where I am done writing for today.

Seeya later folks!

Cleaning up again

Time to share some of the stuff that is clogging up my browser and has yet to find a home in one blog post or another, but which I can’t bear to just throw away.

In other words, this is the sort of post I do to prevent myself from becoming a link hoarder. I am pretty sure I could never be a hoarder not because I am any good at being neat and organized and minimalist or anything. I totally am not.

It’s just that I do not get very emotionally attached to objects, and so I have no problem throwing stuff away or giving it away if it becomes a hassle.

Anyhow, on with the links!

First off, there is this interesting piece about the simultaneous rise and fall of Wikipedia.

On the one hand, Wikipedia has never been bigger, better, more comprehensive, more trusted, more used, or more ubiquitous in our lives. It is the reference desk of the Internet, the go-to repository for all human knowledge for the entire human race. I cannot over-stress how amazing, important, and powerful that is. Wikipedia is beyond the dreams of scholars past and truly represents a new frontier in human thought and human understanding.

But, as the article points out, the original concept of Wikipedia as “the free encyclopedia that anyone can edit” has mostly been eclipsed by the realities of human nature and Internet life.

Theoretically, anyone can still edit and contribute, but when you combine the stringent rules that they have had to implement to keep quality up and more important to keep the random defacers out, and then add the very real possibility of having your contributions rejected by the community for not meeting its standards or covered in other people’s edits, it is no wonder that actual number of contributors has declined sharply over the years.

And that is not even getting into the fact that human knowledge is, in fact, finite, and therefore over the years fewer contributions are actually needed. Eventually, it is all in there, more or less, and it is harder for a potential contributor to find an area that is not already covered.

So all that is needed is people to update the entries that are open to updating, and that will always take far fewer people than the initial rush of documentation did.

But that does not make Wikipedia worse. It is still the most amazing knowledge tool ever. I Wiki thinks all the time.

It just does not require millions of participants any longer.

On a completely different note, a man walking his dog on the beach discovered something which might be worth nearly 100,000 pounds, or about $155K in Canadian bucks.

But it was not a golden treasure chest or a casque of ancient brandy.

It was a big lump of ambergris, otherwise known as whale puke. And it’s worth a fortune.

That is because, hard to believe as it might be, it is highly sought after by perfume makers, who use it as the base for (I assume) very expensive perfumes.

See, here’s the thing. I knew about ambergris. I knew what it was and where it came from and what it was used for. It did not even surprise me that it was worth money.

But the picture in the article seems to imply that this find is around the size of a standard turtle, and that implies that the stuff is worth more than truffles or gold.

So even if it took only a tiny bit to make perfume more wonderful, I am guessing you will not find any of it in your cheap bottles of Lady Brut.

Surely, we have an artificial substitute by now.

Sticking with the animal kingdom, we have this, Budweiser’s Super Bowl ad for this year.

Awwwwwwwww! That just about melted my heart and made me cry. Budweiser did something amazing and made a one minute horse movie for men and it totally, totally works.

And yes, as the Jezebel article where I got the link says, it is obvious and cheaply manipulative and designed entirely to pull at your heartstrings in order to make your beer money come out.

But I do not care. Sure, it is obvious. So are horse movies for chicks. And it’s predictable, but they cleverly counter that by having it all happen so quickly and smoothly that your cynicism and jadedness can’t quite keep up.

Sure, you know what is going to happen, but it doesn’t matter, because you are looking forward to it and the ad does not give you a chance to get bored.

Of course, I am gay, and an animal lover, so I might be easier to engage on this subject than your average manly heterosexual type.

But I don’t think so. Men have their sentimental side too, and I bet this ad will go over like gangbusters with the beer crowd.

And hey, chicks watch the Super Bowl too. And they will fall for this ad like the Berlin Wall.

I am not sure it will make people want beer, but what the hell, you can’t have everything. Some ads are more about the brand than the product.

And this certainly will give people a warm happy feeling about the Budweiser brand and their iconic Clydesdale horses in general.

And often people buy the product that makes them feel good. See : politics.

Lastly, I think I might have linked this before, but it bears repeating : this is totally my favorite Bad Lip Read that they have done recently.

Something about it just works better than their usual stuff. Maybe because the quick cuts let them do more with context than their usual “so random LOL” type humour, which gets old pretty fast.

I think my favorite moment is “I encompass, and I eclipse. ” It’s just so magnificently unexpected after all the goofy random crap. It really takes the comedy to the next level.

And that level is where genius lives.

Seeya tomorrow, folks!

Another grab bag

Feeling a little lazy and self-indulgent. despite a liter of diet cola. Gonna share links today.

Please hold your applause until the end of the performance.

First off, something cool and sciencey that I just could not bear to sit on till next Friday because it is not just cool and science-tastic, it is about one of my all time favorite scientific arenas, the Thunderdome brain science.

Check out this neato keen little video and we will discuss it when you return.

Don’t worry, there probably won’t be a quiz.

(By the way, have you heard the one about the professor who was fond of giving particularly brutal pop quizzes that he called his “little quizzies”? This prompter one fresh new student to exclaim “Wow, if these are your little quizzies, I can’t wait to see your big testies… ” )

Pretty neat stuff, huh? It is amazing to think that just imagining doing something can give you any of the benefits of doing it. But it makes sense, given what we are learning about the fascinating world of mirror neurons and the plasticity of the human mind.

Mirror neurons are the prime way we learn actions by observing others. We can watch someone doing something and imagine doing it ourselves, and studies have shown that when we do so, the same areas of the brain light up with activity as if we were doing it ourselves.

This particular form of motor empathy is particularly important when we are children and first learning how to walk, talk, and handle objects. We learn these skills much faster when we have other people around to monitor and imitate.

So it makes sense, at least to me, that we can get some of the same effect by simply imagining doing the action ourselves. In a way, we are copying the actions of everyone else we have seen doing similar actions. After all, we have all seen people playing the piano, even if only on the screen. But in another sense, we are copying off ourselves and our own imaginations.

So really, the video should have been called “the power of imagination”, but let’s not quibble.

I also find the video interesting because it deals with an aspect of the brain I find fascinating, which is the vital distinction between internal and external stimuli. After all, the people imagining that they were playing the piano knew they were not. There was never any doubt. And yet, they got some of the same benefit as actually doing it.

Clearly, then, while their consciousness knew they were not doing it, other parts of the brain were fooled, so to speak.

As someone temperamentally inclined to sitting and imagining things rather than doing them, I find I take great comfort in this idea.

Next up, we have a hilarious story from the annals of deep nerdity. Darling of the Internet Felicity Walker sent me this story of notoriously bellicose and thoughtless (not to mention touchy) comics legend John Byrne actually attacking himself.

For those outside the blessed circle, John Byrne is a big deal comic artist and writer who has been around forever.

But unlike most other legends of the comic world, he seems quite fond of the Internet (well, kinda…) and especially the forums on his own personal website, where he wields his power as the head honcho supremo of this little universe of his own like the flaming sword of an archangel, punishing those who offend him by casting them out of the light and into the outer darkness via banning them from his forum.

And it does not take much to set him off, the prickly old crab that he is, and if he is not actually banning people, he is usually attacking them for being so very Less Than Him.

So to see that his attack dog instincts have finally progressed in their pathology enough that he attacks statements that he himself made is downright hilarious. BYRNE BURNS HIMSELF makes a kickass headline.

I think we should encourage this as much as possible. All the fans currently surviving on his form should scour the archives for the most outrageous and offensive things he has said, and re-post them as their own thoughts, and watch him flame himself into tiny floating embers.

It would be priceless.

Finally, here’s a fun list to read if you are interested in biological exuberance : The 25 Gayest Animals.

I will not go into the thought processes that lead me to type “gayest animals” into Google, as tracking the way my mind works would require some sort of N-dimensional grid, so we will just call it “a whim” and leave it to that.

But for a lot of reasons, most of them obvious, I find the recent revelations of the prevalence of homosexual activity in the animal kingdom very interesting.

After all, being gay myself and somewhat of a scientist (at least, in theory…), I have wondered what is up with homosexuality. On the surface, it does not seem to make any evolutionary sense. What purpose can there be in sex that is so clearly nonreproductive?

But my theory is that nature has decided (via natural selection) that it is better for animals to be so horny they will mate with anyone willing, or even an inanimate object if it is the next best thing.

After all, Mother Nature does not give out instructions, only impulses. Drives. Urges. And the urge is to take care of that maddening sensation in your genitals, so to speak.

Exactly how it is taken care of is not that important. As long as most of the animals take care of it in the reproductive way (and most always will), some slippage is irrelevant.

Nature would vastly prefer some “false positives” than have there be any risk of there not being enough sex to keep the species going come mating seasons.

So it does make sense that evolution has selected for horniness rather than eliminate all possibilities of homosexual attraction and activity.

And that does not even taken into account the benefits of non-competing members of a social species.

Well, that’s all for today. Later folks!

Internet video EXPLOSION!

By a strange quirk of fate, I have ended up with a web browser stuffed with cool video content, and so tonight, I will share this sudden bounty with you, with, of course, suitable commentary.

First off, let’s start with a very solid science fiction short film called R’ha.

Now that impresses me. A lot of these “must see” science fiction short films are just mindless action sequences with CGI effects to make it “science fictionish”.

But this is a true sci fi story, told carefully and well, that just happens to have some special effects eye candy like a cool alien, a scary evil robot, and some very ophidian looking spaceships.

But the truly amazing thing about R’ha is that it is almost entirely the work of one person, Kaleb Lechowski, who did it all in his first year of animation school.

So all those visuals are the product of one guy’s efforts. The only things Kaleb did not do himself was the voice acting and the music.

That makes it even more impressive to me. The film is the product of the singular vision, toil, and genius of Kaleb Lechowski, and I have to expect that.

And this is no mere demo. I was quite riveted throughout the whole flick. The ending is a little corny, and admittedly the whole “the machines turn against us” deal is not exactly original.

But I still loved it overall. Amazing work.

I can’t wait to see what this guy does in his second year.

Next up, a video full of surprising facts about Morgan Freeman.

Now isn’t that cooler than those tired old Chuck Norris facts? And this time, it isn’t some right wing Bible humping (not a typo) douchebag being honored.

(At least I hope Morgan Freeman is not secretly a right wing asshole. If he is, don’t tell me. )

And of course, the fact that Morgan Freeman himself is narrating all this silly (yet uplifting) “facts” about himself just makes the whole thing that much cooler.

Way to go, MF. You are so very cool.

Next up, we have this little heartwarming flash performance in an unemployment office in Spain.

Wow, it combines two things I love, compassionate flash performances, and The Beatles! I especially approve of their choice of Beatles tunes. That is the most uplifting and beautiful Beatles song I know, and that is truly saying something coming from me, a guy who practically worships McCartney’s musical genius. That song is just plain made of happiness.

And the people of Spain desperately need it. I learned today that unemployment in Spain is a mind gibbling twenty six percent, and amongst the 25 years and younger set, it’s nearly fifty percent.

That is a staggering statistic, and it really brings home the truth of this global financial crisis. We here in Canada have it easy because our banking system is extremely sound. We never had to bail out any “too big to fail” institutions.

Our banks are, compared to the USA, kept on a very short leash, which is exactly how it should be. Banks are too important to the economy to be let just do whatever fool thing pops into their pointy heads.

But a place like Spain is experiencing conditions like the Great Depression, possibly worse. And their fellow EU members are all milling about trying not to get stuck with the tab for Spain’s mistakes.

These are people who could use some orchestra-backed Beatles to make them feel good and give them the feeling that sunny days are just around the corner.

Way to go, Carne Cruda (Raw Meat) 2.0!

Next up, we have this video from an up and coming institute of higher learning.

Well, OK, it’s actually an ad for the new Pixar flick, a prequel to Monsters, Inc. call Monster University. In it, the two principals from the first movie, monsters Sully and Mike, are 18 year old college rivals who become the best of friends and learn warm values.

Yeah, I know, sounds pretty corny, but I trust Pixar to pull it off. Corny is not inherently bad, it just means that the bar is set really high by all that has come before it.

Oh, and check out their very well done website for their fictional university.

A lot of people are saying “Hey, that’s a better website than the one for my university!”.

And speaking of fuzzy monsters (sorta), here’s some cute fuzzy creatures dancing to a brand new song that just might make the charts someday.

Furry Gangnam Style! from EZwolf on Vimeo.

Oh all right, it’s Gagnam Style, the “it” song of 2012, and we are all getting a little sick of it by now despite the fact that it is still a pretty good song, musically speaking.

For all I know, the lyrics are also brilliant, but I wouldn’t know, ’cause I don’t speak Korean.

And I like the video a lot. It’s fun to see furries cutting loose and letting their fur down and having fun. The fact that they are Dutch furries makes a little more fun for me, because I am all about the virtual travel to far off places.

I would rather go there myself, of course, but it will be some time before I can afford to travel at all, let alone according to my desires for a minimum level of comfort.

I don’t need silk sheets and room service, but I do need regular meals, a room of my own with a decent bed, and someplace quiet to write.

As is, I can’t even get home to Prince Edward Island on my own. All the “cheap” ways to travel are anything but, because the cheaper, the slower, and the slower, the more days of meals and shelter you have to pay for, and anything savings you make by going by, say, bus are completely wiped out.

Frankly, I don’t know how people do it. They must be heartier and more resourceful and less scared of the unknown than I.

Plus they have support networks, and I… do not.

Something about something else

I have decided that, what with my browser becoming increasingly cluttered with links and my deep down need to take a freaking breather from the constantly self-examination and navel sniffing, now would be a good time to go back to the well and share some stuff with you nice people that has almost nothing to do with me.

Weird, I know. And today was even a therapy day! The sheer amount of willpower involved in not horking up my therapy cud to chew on is nothing short of spectacular, don’t you think?

Sorry for that mental image, but I write what the muse tells me.

I write on the wind with words of fire! And, apparently, vomit.

First off, check out this amazingly well written article telling the Republicans down south just, exactly, why they lost the election last time ’round.

Not only is it impeccably well written, with marvelous lines like “As a Card-Carrying White Male I love expressing my opinion irrespective of whether people care to hear it…” but the writer goes to great length to establish his lily white male bona fides, including the fact that his family traces their lineage all the way back to the frigging Mayflower.

I seriously recommend reading it, even though it is now well over a month old and it was written shortly after the election. The points are made extraordinarily well and I think make a very good nonpartisan case for just how wildly radical the Republican platform has become and just how far from true mainstream American opinion they have strayed.

They thought they could always just tell Americans what to think. But the American people have their own opinions and you keep up or get left out.

Watching the sunset of an era of conservatism is a darkly satisfying thing. I just wish it didn’t have to come to this every single time.

Bringing things down to a more personal level, we have this extraordinary story of a 21 year old university student who had to get a restraining order against her own parents.

It is a very unusual thing for a judge to basically declare a young woman’s parents to be stalking her, but these parents are apparently total psychos who make the average “helicopter parents” look like absentee parents who leave a bowl of cereal out once a month with a note that says “Don’t burn stuff.”

They regularly drove 600 miles from their home to their daughter’s university for unannounced visits, and follow her around tracking her every move, and making wild accusations of promiscuity, drug use, and mental health issues.

Classic control freak shit. They probably believed what they said when they said it. Controlling people have no problem imagining that their loss of control can only mean chaos, death, and destruction. That level of controlling behaviour can only stem from a very distorted sense of the world that only trusts that which it can completely control.

How bad did it get for this poor girl? Check this out :

The parents became such an issue that the school hired security guards to keep them out of their daughter’s performances. When the parents stopped paying her tuition because she’d cut off all contact with them, the school gave her a full scholarship for her final year.

Obviously, the school knows the parents are psychotic. Is anyone surprised to find out that the girl is an only child? As a very dear friend, also an only child of controlling parents, recently said : “Have more than one kid!”

Bet your parents seem sane compared to these ones, though, don’t they dear?

And while I am speaking to my dear friend, here is a piece she will like : Peter “Boson” Higgs takes on the anti-religious zealotry of Richard Dawkins.

My friend and I have deep, deep issues with rabid fundamentalist atheist like the kind Dawkins promulgates. It is as hateful and vicious and dehumanizing as any other form of intolerance, and if these rabid anti-theists think they are somehow advancing their cause with their bellicosity, they are sorely mistaken. Like all vocal bigots, all they are really doing is fostering hate in the hearts of others by encouraging them to abandon any shreds of true humanism for the jingoistic joy of feeling better than others. They rally the base, but they make no conversions.

In fact, they do quite the opposite. They force a nontheist like myself to align against them, because I am a true humanist and that means I must do my utmost to maximize tolerance of diversity. When you truly embrace love of humanity, you embrace love of the humanity in us all and come to understand that it is our common humanity that unites us, and intolerance of difference which drives us apart.

Dawkins is a bigot, that is all there is to it. And that is the sort of thing that has made me stop identifying as either a skeptic or an atheist, although both labels fit my point of view in many ways.

So I am quite happy that the Higgs of the superstar particle the Higgs Boson is using his newfound high soapbox of credibility and visibility to speak out against this kind of intolerance.

I don’t think religion is true. I think we would be better off without it. But one of the things that international communism proved is that you absolutely cannot take people’s religion away.

If Soviet suppression could not kill it, your angry wounded barking won’t do it. The only cure for religion is knowledge and understanding, not hate and vitriol.

And I find it strange how all these people who hate religion offer no substitute. Religion continues to thrive because it fills a number of needs, and does it better than any cobbled together patchwork of secular substitutes. Pure reason does not cut it for most people.

So unless you have something better to offer people, they are not going to give up what they have. You and I can go on about the awe and majesty of the natural world, but that is small comfort to someone who is dealing with the loss of a loved one, or suffering terrible poverty, or racked with pain from illness.

What do we have to offer those people?

Cold, calculated clinical cynicism?

We have to do better than that.

Some video for you

Got three videos to share with you tonight, plus the usual psychobabble brouhaha.

( I already did the joke about “Brouhaha” being a great name for a combination brewpub and comedy club, right? I thought so. )

It’s been a quiet few days. I have been fairly successful in converting what might have been a depressed mood into one of quiet contemplation.

After all, I am, more or less, an introvert. Perhaps I just need time to sort my thoughts sometimes. A lot of mood has to do with how you interpret your basic emotions and physical state.

One man’s depression is another’s quiet mood.

Anyhow, on with our cavalcade of videos.

First, listen to what a bunch of millionaires want to say to you this political season.

Probably not quite what you expected, right? Now these people are patriots. They are willing to go against what traditional nearsighted capitalism would call their best interests and demand to be taxed more.

And when you think about it, what more can they do? There is no way to refuse a tax break. You can’t give the money back to the government. There is no mechanism for voluntary taxation.

Perhaps there should be.

So all they can do is use their voice, and presumably their money, to say “I don’t need this and I don’t want this, please repeal these tax cuts. ”

And the more people who are willing to break with the received orthodoxy that says TAXES BAD LESS TAXES GOOD NO MATTER WHAT, the faster we can break the back of the cycle of naked decadence and restore some sanity and order to politics.

Heck, maybe we can even get to a place where true conservatives, the grownup kind who understand that society costs money even when you do not feel like paying it, and who are interested in sober, simple, sincere solutions shorn of any ideological restrictions.

Warm-hearted pragmatists in power. Just imagine.

So bravo, you patriotic millionaires. Wanting to get your USA without paying for it is the exact opposite of patriotism. It is like stealing from your mother’s purse.

It’s like fighting for your right to gnaw on the hand that feeds you.

Had a pretty interesting dream this afternoon. It started off as something else, I think, but it totally turned into an 80’s Ending type dream.

Me and my friends were passing the table of these three douchebags in blazers and ties, and I stopped and told them all about how despite their best efforts, me and my friends would be back for our fourth and final year of college.

I even got to give this big speech about how maybe we were a little strange and unconventional, but it would be a crime not to get the most enjoyment out of these last days of our lives before the big bad world of which they were so fond scooped us up and made us behave.

And the whole crowd cheered, and a big bearded biker type got up and belched long and hard and I said “I think he speaks for all of us, don’t you?”.

And the crowd cheered twice as loud.

I think that has to be one of my best dreams ever. Way to go, brain! More like that!

Here’s another fun video. It is a simple concept but executed well.

Plus, of course, I absolutely had to include it because I am awash in Lovecraft lately. I am almost done of the second of two big compilations of Lovecraft-inspired works, my friend and roomie Joe is reading a comic strip called Young Lovecraft, Lovecraft has come up completely randomly and without any prompting from yours truly in conversations a half dozen times lately, and it is the Halloween season, a great time for spooky shit anyhow.

So when a reasonably well executed Lovecraftian spoof of those Get Your Bible Today type ads came along, I knew it was clearly a sign from the Old Ones that I needed to pass it on to you.

Plus, reading all this horror has reminded me of something about myself.

I am one creepy motherfucker.

And I am cool with that. I’m not just morbidly obese, I’m obesely morbid! I absolutely love a good scare, whether it’s from a horror movie or a spooky story or some of my favorite episodes of X-Files. I love reading about serial killers and murders and other true crime. I have watched a hell of a lot of murder mysteries and police procedurals and so forth.

I have a platonic crush on the Ask a Mortician lady.

So I hereby give myself permission. Go ahead, be strange and morbid and macabre. It is part of you, so own it and enjoy it.

Especially this time of year! Halloween is like Christmas for creepy people!

Lastly, a video that I present to you as a sort of cultural confession. When I tell people I am from Prince Edward Island, after I tell them where that is and why they should care, they often comment on my lack of an accent of any sort.

Well, both my parents are well-educated and I did not exactly have a lot friends growing up, so I was not exposed to the accent as much as the next fella.

But if you want to know what people sound like back home, here it is.

Oh, fair warning, there’s a fuckload of swearing.

Boy, that brings back a lot of memories, none of them good. Harsh, isn’t it? Like a fricking buzzsaw in the ear trying to cut your last nerve off, for fuck’s sake.

So having heard that, I think we all can agree that I really dodged a bullet when I did not pick up that accent. And if you think it sounds bad coming out of those guys, wait till you hear it from a chick.

Seriously, they talk exactly the same.

The only time I have even a little of that accent is when I am drunk. Then it will come out in bits and pieces and then disappear again.

Note : that is not an invitation to get me drunk so you can hear it!

Seeya tomorrow, folks!

A collection of stuff

Got a few things hanging around the browser to share, and seeing as I have very little to report from my own life (sleep continues to be complex and evasive, bleh) I figured now was as good a time as any to share them with you nice people.

For starters, there is this bit of news about the fate of Representative Jesse Jackson Junior.

Yup, the son of the famous Jesse Jackson. He’s a Democratic Member of Congress who has made the news for basically just plain disappearing for months without an explanation.

That was intriguing, but what caught my interest was that when he finally broke his silence and told everyone what was up, it turned out he had been suffering from major depression.

And I know a thing or two about depression myself. And I have met enough people who were successful people with high social status who just plain wore out one day and collapsed inside, and suddenly became emotional cripples, that I can imagine what JJJ is going through right now.

He probably feels horrible for failing everyone who trusted in him and who admires him and looks up to him, and that, of course, only makes the depression worse. I am glad he is getting medical help… he needs all the messaging that this is a disease, not a failure or weakness, that he possibly can get, and a medical setting with doctors and other professionals can only help.

The latest news from the article is that he sent out a robocall to his constituents to tell them how things are going with him. Here’s the nutmeat :

For nearly 18 years I have served the people of the second district, I am anxious to return to work on your behalf, but at this time it is against medical advice, and while I will always give my all to my constituents, I ask for your continued patience as I work to get my health back.

Well put and well done, sir. Despite what the disease itself tries to tell you, you have done nothing wrong. You are just someone who has become ill. And nobody would fault a person for being realistic about how long it will take to recover.

Then there is this incredible video. You have to see this, but before you do, I need you to promise me that you will watch it all the way to the end without skipping anything, OK?

Trust me, it is absolutely worth it.

That covered, here it is :

Now that, my friends, is how you make a point. I bet a lot of people in the audience, no doubt some of them black, were agreeing with everything that guy was saying before he dropped the bomb.

That is how you get behind enemy lines to do some damage in the battle for the hearts and minds of the people. You have to start out with things they will agree with, and then take them to a conclusion they absolutely cannot accept via logically plausible steps.

This forces people to wake up from their herd stupor and actually think about what they are hearing in order to avoid the terrible conclusion. There is no other way to defend yourself mentally. Sure, it will make people angry and there is no guarantee that it will change anybody’s mind. People are quite ingenious at coming up with ways to keep believing whatever they are used to believing and avoiding having to actually reflect and examine anything.

But you have forced them to think about what they believe, and that is not easily done.

And while we are talking about changing minds on controversial subjects, how about this little bombshell from the University of Toronto : PMS does not exist.

Now let me make this crystal clear : nobody is saying menstruation does not exist. It exists, cramping exists, bloating exists, and all that.

But a group of researches at U of T set out to study PMS, only to find they could not even prove it existed. This opens up a lot of intriguing possibilities that all center around the notion that PMS might be an entirely socially constructed phenomenon.

This immediately makes me wonder what the historical evidence for PMS might be. And specifically PMS… any woman might be in a bad mood when her body is doing horrifying things that cause her a lot of pain. Men get testy when they are sick too.

Another interesting angle : feminists seem, so far, to be embracing this idea and saying “See, women are not irrational creatures because of our hormones, so knock off all that ‘must be her time of the month’ bullshit, you sexist pigs!”.

And bravo for that! But I wonder if the ladies have thought this true, because if we all stop believing in PMS, that means that you ladies no longer have an excuse for being moody and bitchy and crazy for four or five days of the month.

You will actually be fully accountable for your actions 24/7/365.

You know, just like a man.

You sure you want to go there, ladies?

Finally, we have this funny story out of Austria : A museum in Vienna has caused quite a stir by putting giant posters of naked men all over the place.

And predictably, people are flipping out over this harmless display of the human body, and saying “oh, but what about the CHILDREN?”.

As though pictures of naked people magically emit child brain warping radiations.

But to me, the real nugget of irony is that the museum is acting like they are shocked, shocked that people are upset about how they chose to advertise their latest exhibit.

How disingenuous can you get? Like you had no idea plastering giant schlongs all over the place would cause a stir. You are so full of shit your eyes are turning brown from the outside in. You knew damned well people would flip and you would get tons of free publicity.

In fact, that probably made it all the sexier for you Viennese art fags. (There is literally zero possibility that an exhibit of male nudes was put together by any heterosexuals. )

And I am all for destruction of pointless and harmful taboos via desensitization. We would all be better off without body shame and the more ridiculous and poisonous extremes of the child\sex barrier.

But don’t piss on my shoe and tell me it’s White Zinfindel. Own your provocation. Stand up for your radical action. And if you can’t own it, don’t do it.

And for what it is worth, fag though I am, I would personally enjoy giant pictures of naked men unexpectedly appearing in public.

Though sitting around observing people’s reactions might be pretty funny.

Assorted Artists Thursday, August 23, 2012

It’s Thursday again already! Holy snakes, that week seemed to snap on past. I know I say that a lot, but gosh darn it, it just keeps being true. Some day I have to find the shutter speed setting on my own personal private reality and turn that sucker way way down.

Of course, sleeping too much doesn’t help, although lately my problem has been the opposite. I seem to have hit the part of my cycle where I have trouble sleeping at all, and when I do sleep, it is shallow and brief and I don’t feel a heck of a lot different when I wake up.

But oh well. At least during these phases, I feel fairly good most of the time. A little mentally overstrained and perhaps a little on edge (DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THAT, ARRRRRRRGH! Just kidding. ) but fairly upbeat, positive, and energetic.

Maybe that means I am hypomanic right now but I prefer to think of this as a preview of what I would be like without the depression hanging around my neck like an anchor. I have it in me to be a much more positive and dynamic fellow if I can just find that part of myself and hook it in to the main power.

Nobody can tell you’re bright if you are too shy to shine, baby!

Anyhow, on to the links.

I like this pic because of the sheer elegance of design.

Remember, this is only as Freudian as your mind is dirty!

I have seen other watermelon infusion methods that involve tubing and pumps and complex arrangements of ice and buckets and even evaporative cooling. That is great if you are an engineer and love designing complex ways to solve simple problems, or a med student with a lot of neato tubing and stuff just lying around, but true elegance of design lies in simplicity, and therein lies the genius.

Just cut a hole, insert the bottle, and let gravity and capillary action do all the work. The watermelon will absorb the alcohol at a natural rate, and you will know the process is complete when the bottle is empty. What could be simpler?

My only concern is that I hope that is just brown rum, not spiced rum. As nuts as I am for spiced rum, and for watermelon for that matter, I can’t imagine the two working well together.

And of course, if it was me doing it, that would be some Absolut all up in that melon. But I am a vodka lover, so I am way biased.

Next up, we have one that has become a big, big hit amongst us in the grammar elite.

Boy syrup, in the blue bottle!

Presumably, the real name is “Oh Boy! Syrup”. But some genius in graphic design correctly thought that the label design would look more balances with the exclamation point up higher, but incorrectly thought that it would not make a difference to how the thing reads.

So now the product is “Oh! Boy Syrup”, as if we has just stumbled across some boy syrup by happy accident and now we have something to put on that short stack of boys we have every morning for breakfast.

There are other possible ideas as to where “boy syrup” comes from, but I shan’t elaborate.

Next up we have this radically viral clip making the lefty leaning political sphere these days, of the future (and current) President of Ireland giving some Tea Party schmuck the what-for, and doing it in round resonant ringing tones to boot.

Note : it’s from the radio, so don’t expect the picture to change.

Personally, while I do think he said a lot of things that need to be said to these barbaric oafs, I thinh the clip mostly went viral because he said them in that magnificent educated Irish accent. There are a lot of centuries of excellence in oratory in the cultural DNA of that clips and that man, Michael D. Higgins, marvelous speaking voices. I particularly like the way that accent flows so well for punching the key words of your speech and really getting the passionate conviction going without slowing down the flow of your argument one bit.

Of course, it is probably mostly making the rounds because he calls this Tea Party dumbfuck a “wanker”, and that is a word that always makes North Americans giggle.

Frankly, they would all be better off if they did more wanking themselves and less wanking with the world.

Finally, a link to a book I hope to get eventually, Crafty Television Writing.

I have wanted to write for television ever since I was a little television loving kid and suddenly realized “Wait a minute… someone WRITES all this stuff!”

Of course, really, there is only one question I want answered clearly, directly, and definitively for once : how the hell do you get into the game?

Nobody in the biz seems to want to answer that one, and I suspect it is because they do not want other people to find their secret path into the promised land and thus provide more competition.

That might just be vicious jealousy and paranoia talking, though. A lot of the television writers seem to have gotten their jobs by accident, which is a wonderful message to us hopefuls. Basically it says “There is literally no hope that anyone can deliberately get this job. You would have more luck playing the lottery, because like a thousand people a year win one of those somewhere and there is only about two hundred people who get to write all TV shows in the world, and they will never die. ”

Again, that is probably the jealousy thing talking again. I am glad that I do not live in LA, or I would probably end up banging my fist on the door of the writer’s room of The Simpsons shouting “Let me in! YOu have to let me do this! I belong here! I’m Canadian! We’re funny! LET ME IIIIIIN!”.

And then the security and the tazing and the darkness and the jail.

But they would have a funny anecdote to tell!

This n’ That Thursday, August 16, 2012

Got some stuff to share that has been lingering in the limbo of my browser plus the usual odds and ends of my life to share today, so let’s get down on it, partner.

Did therapy today. Decent session. Got a lot of my feelings of basically being screwed over by life out. Still kind annoyed at my shrink’s tendency to wander off on tangents to what I am trying to say, but to be fair, I think I kind of overwhelm the guy. He is exposed to my mind and my emotions unfiltered, and I put out a lot of voltage between the two.

He has to go into the red hot reactor core of my psyche and deal with me on a level I do not allow anyone else to go near. I suppose I can forgive him for being a little dazed by the Cherenkov radiation.

Still, it frustrates me.

On to the links.

There is a new idea catching on in some places that I am quite interested in : food swaps.

Before your mind goes anywhere gross, these are events where people make a bunch of a favorite dish at home, then get together and swap!

Simple enough, but I think it sounds kickass. I would love to, say, make three or four loaves of bread and swap with people for various things. It would be a great way to meet other people who like to cook, and get some variety into my diet, as well as satisfy my urge to feed people.

In fact, I imagine that is the appeal for a lot of the participants. Cooking for yourself gets boring. But knowing that your home made favorite is being enjoyed by others would really inspire people.

Right now, it works in a very time-honored way : people get together, sign up, fill out swap sheets detailing what they have and what they are looking for, then display their wares on tables like at any flea market or swap meet.

Sounds workable to me, although my drive for efficiency makes me wonder if somehow people could be sorted by what they are offering, so that people looking for specific things can find them more easily.

But that is probably applying male thinking to what sounds like a happy female social system, so perhaps I should keep my optimizing instinct in check for now.

Still, if there is something like that around here, I want in. It sounds like a lot of fun, and hits a lot of my buttons, such as food, sharing, barter, alternate economies, and so on.

Speaking of bread (sorta kinda), I finally got the flour and the eggs I need to make cornbread today, so that will be my next loaf. I have never made cornbread before, so I am curious as to how it will turn out. I have had decidedly, even violently mixed experiences with cornbread before in my life. I have had some that was just plain awful. And I have had some that was amazing, soft and delicate and light and corn-sweet with a tiny bit of kick from spices.

So I have no idea what typical cornbread tastes like. The really bad stuff and the really good stuff were both home-made. Never had store-bough, although I did have some at Marie Callender’s that was quite nice.

Thrilling as the subject of cornbread is, back to linkage.

Check this out : not only did Susan Sarandon go to an LA Rocky Horror showing, but she brought along a 17 year old Natalie Portman and one of her own daughters!

Sadly, she does not supply a lot of details in the interview linked above, so I am forced to wonder : Did anyone there recognize her? She does not look a lot like Janet any more (unless you know what to look for), so possibly not. Did it bring back a flood of memories for her? Memories of a crazy summer making an even crazier movie? Was her daughter (14 at the time) freaked out at seeing Mommy get freaky on screen?

Of all the RHPS players, she is the one who gone on to have the biggest career. Tim Curry has worked steadily but nothing like the big prestige movies Sarandon has done. Brian Bostwick shows up now and then in things. And of course, Meatloaf is a rock star, so he has never totally gone away, even though as an actor, he has not done that much.

He was cool in Fight Club, though.

Finally, there is this clip from the new show The Newsroom that has gone viral :

There ya go, America. The stark truth. America is not the greatest country on Earth. Can you live with that? Can you stomach an America that is not the all time winner of everything? Can you believe the honest, statistical, scientific truth that your country is not the best in the world?

Pick a metric. It is not the most free country in the world. Lots of things are illegal in the USA that are legal other places in the world. It is certainly not the best educated, or the most equal, nor does it have the highest quality of life, life expectancy, healthiest people, happiest people, or any other meaningful measure of hwo good a country can be.

The truth is, you are all trained from birth to shout “USA! USA! USA!” on command and always say that America is number one without ever questioning whether that is true or why that might be.

You get the pleasure of your massive ego without ever having to bother earning it. It is truth before the fact, and anyone who says differently is an America hating Commie, and any facts which contradict this America Number One picture are just filthy lies.

And you know what happens to people who get the reward without having to earn it, right? They get soft, lazy, and mean.

You could be the greatest nation on Earth, but instead you wallow in pool created by the products of your own excessive jingoistic masturbation.

Other countries do not go around talking about how they are Number One all the time, you know that?

And you know why that is? Hint : It’s not because they think you already have the top spot.

It’s because they don’t need to think they are Number One. They are happy just to be themselves.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

America is not Number One in anything any more. And you are just going to have to learn to live with it.

Or do what it takes to get back on top. But you will never, ever do that.

It’s too liberal for you now.