Rouge

I want to eat with my hands, and be nude, and stand still while the rest of the world spins and spins around me. I want to feel the earth, every corner of it. I want to see the way that leaf falls, or that boundary changes, or how the pattern that water makes is one of the most beautiful chaotic messes ever created. I want to enjoy, and appreciate the movements of bodies, my own and those of others. I want to lay under the sun, or rain, or clouds- and soak in all the things that people can't enjoy because they're too busy earning a living to pay for mounds of unnecessary garbage and a week of false solitude and relaxation. I want to feel intrigued forever.

Karl Lagerfeld has a point...

"I personally only like high-class escorts. I don’t like sleeping with people I really love. I don’t want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever. I think this is healthy. And for the way the rich live, this is possible. But the other world, I think they need porn." -Karl Lagerfeld, March, 2010

Is it ridiculous that I find more than a shred of truth in this?

Music and Sexual Selection

Musical performance works as a courtship display, thus falling into the category of Darwinian sexual selection (as distinct from natural selection). Musical ability is like the peacock's tail: a trait that advertises fitness and health, without directly aiding in the serious business of survival—a luxury that only the most vital can afford to possess.

The ability to sing and dance well, in particular, serves to attract mates, because it signals intelligence, agility, and emotional quality—though it may not always go with a propensity to long-term child-rearing commitment. This is why male rock stars and their music are so erotically appealing, despite the poor prospects of such performers as dedicated husbands: they are tapping into the primordial power of sexual selection through musical display.

From this point of view, unusual musical ability looks like an evolutionary advantage, despite its oddity when considered purely as an adaptation to the environment. The reason we are a musical species is that our success in the mating game depends upon it. In that respect, we are not so different from birds. The erotic power of music is therefore central to its prevalence in the human species. Why, after all, is the love song the most popular form of music in the world? Because love songs are about the very thing that the music instinct is designed for—the selection of mates.

Colin McGinn

Manufacturing the Sublime

When you step beyond those paramount boundaries, the dreamlike becomes palpable, the odyssey of meaning begins, and the astute ability to discern between living and mere existence becomes both an overwhelming gift and a detrimental curse.





That shit sure was fun.

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Burning Man aka Too Excited to Write Full Sentences

- Finally.
- Gone to Mars from Aug 29 to Sept 9.
- T.O.----airplane---->L.A.----shortbus---->Black Rock City.
- My notebook and I will report back (maybe not to you and you, but to me and me).
- Theme = Evolution (!!!)
- 39 degrees in Reno.
- Totally unprepared.
- I want to live like Marie and Marie.

Just as Charles predicted...

Puijila darwini

A 24-million-year-old fossil thought to be a "missing link" in evolution has been discovered in Northern Canada.



Read more here and here.

Long Overdue

"There is a kind of subtle chaos, a supple element of chance and change, residing at the core of living things. What are we as human beings, where have we come from, and how may we adapt to meet an ever-changing world?"

Aug 31- Sept 7, 2009. This is the year. I can feel it.

DISCLAIMER: Attendance contingent on internship start date.

Jump Rope

Waffles and fruit, to scrambled eggs and seasoned potatoes.

Novel idea, to pervasive abundance.

Simplicity in theory, to complexity in practice.

Non-existence, to ample occupation.

Fervent reflection, to fickle response.

Noweh Yahweh

It's Evolution, Baby

Sorry folks, time to give up the fantasy. It is ironic, however, that even after all these years the evolutionary research leaders Peter and Rosemary Grant seemed as happy and monogomous as Diplozoon paradoxum when I saw their public lecture on Darwin's finches. Click here for New York Times article on Faithfulness as a Fantasy.