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Jun. 2nd, 2008 @ 10:11 pm (no substance)

"The Orgasmic Mind" is a really, really intriguing article. I kept trying to skim it, and having to go back because yet another tidbit caught my attention.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
May. 17th, 2008 @ 02:29 am (no substance)
Feels:: confused
Just to get this out there:

I have not been blogging because I've been struggling to figure out what exactly it is that I want to say. Life has been up and down like a yo-yo lately... well, emotionally, anyway. Physically and financially, it's been plodding along uneventfully, and I suppose in that regard, no news is at least not bad news. Seattle is still fantastic, and Courtney and I are okay, but I'm starting to realize that it's about time I figured out, if not my eventual destination, then at least what direction I'm going to take setting out in my "real" life. Consequently, I've been holding off on the rageblogging and the self-absorbed rambling.

I hope everyone well. I've been trying to keep up with the haps, and I appreciate you all.

That is all. I will be back.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Apr. 28th, 2008 @ 09:06 pm (no substance)

So we've recently become members of the Center for Sex-Positive Culture.

Much to my surprise, certain of my friends who do not live in Seattle actually already knew about this place. For the rest of you... well, I'll let you draw your own conclusions. So far I'm pretty excited about this - who wouldn't be, right?
What it is
writing, whoa
Apr. 17th, 2008 @ 09:09 pm You got a video
Okay, you know what? I don't care that Amanda just posted this. You all get to watch it again, because you should. Thanks, Discovery Channel; I can't remember the last time something made me this happy.



WATCH IT. SING IT.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Apr. 17th, 2008 @ 08:22 am (no substance)
I am sorry, in a general sense, to have been so absent lately. I doubt many folks on LJ will have known the difference, since I don't think many of my local friends and acquaintances read it, but the fact is that both Courtney and myself have been depressed, enervated, and completely withdrawn for a couple weeks now. Apart from a brief excursion to the Green Festival, neither one of us has done much of anything outside home and work this month.

I know that's not good for anyone; all introspection and no life makes John a pain in the ass. I can't speak for Courtney, but for me, well, I don't really know the name of this new breed of noonday demon.

Anyway, that's it. I wanted to let anyone who had wondered know that, yes, I do still like you, and no, I'm not upset or just being a dick. Well, not intentionally, anyway. See you soon, hopefully?
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Apr. 10th, 2008 @ 06:26 pm Coming out
Feels:: quixotic
I'm going to start off this post with a little information about this post. This is important. No, I'm not gay.

It is an easy thing today for people to get too much information. Perhaps you Google something that happens to be named similarly to an unfortunate fetish; perhaps your friend tells you about his nether grooming habits; perhaps a prospective employer finds your blog; whatever the case, we are all bombarded with things we might rather not know about the people around us. Here's my take on that:

There is no such goddamn thing as too much information.

Really, there isn't. Give it some thought. You may have some personal hangups about sex, or about religion, or about whatever, but is ignorance really any better, ever? I say it is not. I say that while there may occasionally be call for some secrecy - always temporary - there is never such a thing as too much information. Information is what separates humans from inanimate objects. Information is what lifted us out of the ordinary struggle of evolution and made us more. Information is what crowns us, and what destroys us, and what makes our lives worth caring about. Everything you know, even the things you assume so deeply you don't think you know them, is information. The very genes that encode you are information. You are information, a self-sustaining continuous reaction.

That said, our society seems to have become shit-scared of certain types of information, and I think that's crap. People ought to be free to live their lives however they damn well please within the rules set up by society to give us the maximum possible protection of our basic rights. People ought not fear reprisal for things that are their own private business. Making this so will require normalizing information that might today be considered "TMI," and so what I'm going to do is tell you too goddamn much information. I encourage everyone to do this, but I'm certainly not going to twist your collective arm. All I can say is that, in addition to supporting a good cause, it will be cathartic. Like Confession, only with pride instead of guilt, and with the Internet instead of a priest, and with you actually caring instead of just doing it because that's what you think you're supposed to do.

My hope is that you'll start reading this with that "internet trainwreck" mentality, where you just can't look away, and you finish reading it inspired to live your own life more openly and honestly. That's ambitious, but all I can do is try. If you're not ready for open talk about sex and religion, well, don't read this; I don't know what to tell you other than that you probably won't take anything away until you're ready to do this yourself.

I'll warn you now that this is liable to make you uncomfortable. You'll get over it. "Uncomfortable" never hurt anybody. I'll also warn you - those unlikely few of you to read this that aren't my friends - that trying to use any of this against me will get you soundly laughed at and not much else. If you're a prospective employer, well, what the crap are you doing here, anyway, you friggin' snoop? Mind your own damn business, as per federal anti-discrimination law.

So, here we are. You ready? Like I said, you do NOT have to do this. I want this information to be available and open, not to cram it down anyone's throat.


So that's it. That's me.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Mar. 27th, 2008 @ 01:05 pm Argle
Feels:: recumbent
So as it turns out, you DO get spring break once you're grown up and working. All you need to do is break a couple ribs.

Well, not quite break ribs, precisely; more in the nature of breaking the cartilage that joins the ribs to the sternum. No, I don't really know how or why it happened; I was working out on the rowing machine like I do three or four times a week, when suddenly, BAM, chest pain and shortness of breath. Three trips to Urgent Care later, and I was diagnosed with a busted chest and sent home to recover. I am going to miss at least one week of work, because much of my job involves moving things around, and right now I can't lift or move more than five pounds without damaging myself.

The long and the short of it, though, is that this week I am stuck at home. Since there isn't much I can do when I'm restricted to a partially-reclined position and unable to lift anything significant, I am reading and playing WoW an awful lot. I'm on the Shattered Halls server, if anyone else is free.

Man, does shit happen, or what?
What it is
punk, bananarchy
Mar. 21st, 2008 @ 02:21 pm Cormac McCarthy is amazing.
He really is. He creates stories with nothing but the roughly-stripped skeletons of sentences and they dance.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Mar. 14th, 2008 @ 07:30 pm December...ism?
Listens:: The Decemberists, obviously
I don't think I've mentioned how great I think the Decemberists are.

I've discovered that my tastes in what I consider my very favorite music are specific: I don't just like good, thoughtful lyrics set to good music. I like real poetry set to good music. I think the Decemberists have that, and powerfully. Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that every song is abstract and intellectually demanding; there are a number of ballads and a few very perversely entertaining twisted lullabies. The lyrics are often complex, though, and to really get the full benefit, instead of just having some nice music, you really do have to listen and think.

Colin Meloy's voice can take some getting used to, but once you do, it's incredibly evocative. The music is sort of folkish indie rock, with some amusing ingredients like the frequent use of an accordion. I definitely hear some Jethro Tull influence in there on many tracks (yes, [info]sollite, I'm talking to you).

One of the things I think makes a really great band, instead of just a good band, is continuing improvement over time. A lot of acts will start strong, and then remain mediocre for the rest of their careers; other are one-hit wonders, or simply continue to get suckier with every album. Some will even polish up their musicianship and sound better even as their souls wither and their lyrics become bland and monotonous (Red Hot Chili Peppers, you might want to take note). There aren't many who actually get better with each new release. I place Bad Religion in this category - New Maps of Hell was an incredible album - and a few others who I won't list at this time. The Decemberists seem to be following this pattern; The Crane Wife, their most recent release, is pretty danged phenomenal.

So, anyway, you need to listen to the Decemberists. Go and get The Crane Wife and sit down and listen to all of it and really pay attention to the lyrics. If you are the kind of person who appreciates music as art, and not just as a saccharine soundtrack to life, you will be glad you did. And if you aren't interested in that much depth, well, they still sound pretty good.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 16th, 2008 @ 04:41 pm (no substance)

Hmm.

I didn't know that it had a name, but apparently the feeling that you're in over your head and highly overestimated by your peers and superiors - and that one day your luck is bound to run out - is a documented phenomenon. It's called Impostor Syndrome! I suppose it could more accurately just be called a mixture of modesty, anxiety, and a poor self-image, but it's nice to see that people can deal with it, or at least that they're trying to get a handle on it. It may not be a DSM-recognized psychiatric disorder but it's certainly both familiar and common.
What it is
skeptical, science, sagan
Feb. 16th, 2008 @ 02:53 pm Highly Unorthodox Zymurgy
Ha! I'm a mad genius of beer! I'm just about to move my Absolutely Batshit Imperial Raspberry Lambic over to secondary fermentation, and while puttering around at work yesterday I was hit by another inspiration: Licorice Stout!

Now, I'm sure I'm not the first to think of this by any means, but I haven't heard anything about it elsewhere; that might be because others have thought of it, tried it, and deemed it too goddamned disgusting to exist. That is a possibility! But I also think that it has the potential to be awesome. A nice coal-black full-bodied stout with a healthy shot of molasses and some fresh anise could be really good; not too much anise, of course, or you'll end up with something that tastes like fizzy Drambuie, and I don't think anyone wants that. The only puzzler for me is figuring out whether it needs a little salt, and if so, how much.

I'll need to figure out how much molasses and anise to add before mixing it up so as not to make them overpowering. Hmm...

Okay, that's it. It must be done. Updates will come when it is ready for tasting.

Edit: I am not, as I anticipated, the first to think of this by any means. There are at least two commercial licorice brews, though both are small, undistributed, and East Coast, so I've never seen them; and a number of homebrewers have discussed the idea, though I've yet to hear any results. Still, I think I can do better!
What it is
writing, whoa
Feb. 14th, 2008 @ 09:43 pm I have seen the enemy, and he was glib
So today I have chronicled an encounter with creationist representatives of the Discovery Institute on Darwin Day. It was fun! And surprisingly enough, I was quite civil! My account is quite light on details of the actual argument since I'm sure you've heard them all before.
What it is
shades, darwin
Feb. 11th, 2008 @ 10:27 pm (no substance)
Feels:: frustrated
I am a pretty good chef. I can make most things with a reasonable expectation of delicious success. I am especially good at improvising full meals from random assortments of materials on hand.

I cannot, however, bake a damn loaf of bread to save my life. Once again I have failed at bakery.

I do not know why, unless I possess the Cursed Sourdough Culture of King Failsuckhamun. It's not just sourdough, though; I try hybrid sourdough/bread yeast loaves and they, too, simply do not rise. I am to bread what... well, whatever the opposite of Viagra is to men. Age, I guess, or perhaps Rosie O'Donnell. Yikes.

It's extra-sad, because I make delicious bread; it just won't rise, so I wind up with the equivalent of an exquisitely-flavored brick.

Sigh.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 11th, 2008 @ 12:14 am Crafting fulfillment
Feels:: pensive

I am, as some of you may know, a homebrewer. I make my own beer and, if you don't mind my saying so, it's quite good. Yes, I'm happy to share.

What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 9th, 2008 @ 03:08 pm The Caucus-us (sorry)
Feels:: accomplished
Caucus: accomplished!

Precinct 1289, King County, Seattle, Washington, has been pwnt by Barack Obama! And when I say "pwnt," I mean pwnt. Out of 82 people who voted in our precinct, 70 were for Obama and only 12 for Clinton.

For y'all in Texas, please, please vote in the primary, and caucus if you can. Depending on how things turn out, this might be the most significant political event of our lives; it certainly is the most important up 'til now.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 7th, 2008 @ 08:39 am Age rage
Have you noticed that an unsettlingly large number of young people - anyone under the age of thirty, say - seem to be bitter, angry, and depressed? Sometimes it seems like more of us are than aren't. Depression has become so common, in fact, that I'm beginning to switch from accepting that it's just an increase in reported and diagnosed cases to believing that it's something more deeply and pervasively societal.
I've written a little stream-of-consciousness exploration of the subject which is rather too long to spam up your Friends page with it.

Of course, the problem's not all political, or all familial, and some folks really are biochemically borked. Some have the generational feeling of helplessness, but don't know it, or don't connect it with the issues I've discussed. The reasons for depression are as varied as the reasons people do anything. The solution, though? Well, the power of productivity and self-determination to make people happier is pretty universal, so if and when it comes, that may be more one-size-fits-all - not eliminating the problem, no, but certainly making huge statistical reduction in it. I hope so.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 5th, 2008 @ 09:25 pm Foodieism
[Scratch-made, 95%-hundred-mile-diet, all-fresh sourdough crust (humanely raised, free-range) chicken pot pie] + [locally-grown, healthful winter greens braised in homemade chicken broth] = damn, it feels good to be a gangsta chef!
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 5th, 2008 @ 07:36 pm Fingers: not crossed, but, uh, that's just because I'm not superstitious
So: Super Fat Tuesday!

Man, I don't know if I have much to say today, except that things are looking up. I don't mean to be spiteful, but it's really good to see the Republican party so fractured and ineffectual; and Mr. Barack Obama, in whom I have (perhaps unwisely) invested so much hope, seems to be doing fairly well.

I've never made any secret of the fact that I don't like Hillary, not even back when I supported her - which wasn't all that long ago. Obama may he won me over now, but until a few weeks back, Hillary's people had me convinced that she was the way to go, unlikeable and corrupt as she may be. Now, though, I've seen the chance for... well, it sounds awfully hackneyed to cite Obama's own "change" platform here, so I won't. Still, it's nice to see a candidate with no major corporate or interest-group sponsors, for once, or at least a candidate who gets the majority of his support from individuals, not from massive interests. Hell, I'm even considering donating to the Obama campaign, marking not only the first time I've ever donated money to a political cause, but indeed the first time in my life I've felt like I had a chance to actually make a difference in supporting a political cause, and the first time I've actually liked any entity in politics enough to support it. Oh, I have my doubts about Barack, no doubt, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?

Yes indeed, things are looking up.


(By the way, don't forget to contact your representatives and tell them that if they approve Bush's final budget atrocity, you're going to lynch them. That villain is hoping to pull a few more fast ones on the nation while everyone's attention is focused on the next president, and we really, really don't need to let him get away with it. This budget proposal is so outlandish it's hard to believe it really happened, or at least it would be if my sense of disbelief hadn't been shocked into dormancy by the repeated indignities of the last eight years.)
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 4th, 2008 @ 08:32 pm Pork: the other gray matter
Feels:: geeky
Okay, I know puns on that old, busted pork-lobby advertising line have been done to death, but I couldn't resist. You see, I've had pork brains on the - well, on the brain all day.

I wrote about it in greater depth here, so if you're interested in a little immunology and epidemiology, or some social commentary, check it out. The short version is that, while I'm not a vegetarian and I don't advocate you become one, you should certainly stop eating slaughterhouse meat because modern meat raising and packing practices are abominable. I'm not just talking about the well-being of the animals, either; from start to finish, the modern meat industry is monstrous. It's bad for our environment, our economy, its own workers, consumers, and, of course, the animals.

This particular story, though, I found intriguing because of its strangeness. Apparently a new neuroinflammatory affliction has struck down a few slaughterhouse workers, and, after some puzzlement, doctors were able to trace it to accidental inhalation of aerosolized pig brains. Take a moment to read that again; I'm sure it'll take just a few seconds to really grasp it.

The pig brains are, you see, blown out of the pig heads with pressurized air, causing some of the brain matter to spray into the air, where the undertrained, underprotected, and often illegal workers are exposed to it. Since pigs and humans are close in a lot of ways, the body's natural immune response to the pig brains also happens to target the victim's own neural tissue. This results in brain inflammation and bad, bad times. Having taken a certain amount of coursework in immunology, I found the whole thing grotesquely fascinating. You probably just find it grotesque.

Another aspect that's really interesting, though, to me, is the constant, repeating tale of the unintended and almost completely unpredictable consequences of attempting to simplify or manipulate complex natural systems. I'm not saying that as a moral, mind you; I don't think that progress, particularly not scientifically-based progress, is a bad thing. I just think that overzealous application of certain aspects of progress should be tempered with both caution and a healthy dose of ethics.

And I think you should avoid slaughterhouse meat. You do not want to know what goes into your pork chop. Trust me.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin
Feb. 3rd, 2008 @ 01:26 pm On leveraging
Feels:: contemplative
Listens:: The Decemberists, obviously
Posited: that The Decemberists are definitive proof that through talent and artistry it is entirely plausible to turn a weakness - like an unfortunate, nasal voice - into a unique strength.

Boy, they're good.

------

Seattle is weird.

We're pretty far up north here. That means that half the year, it's dark more than it's light. Right now we're moving toward getting more light, and it's still after sunset when I get off work. I don't think I'm particularly susceptible to SAD, but man, sometimes it's hard to tell. It's a bit of a downer to feel like you lose your entire day to work, since it's dark when you leave in the morning and dark when you head home in the "evening."

Now, don't get me wrong: I love this climate. It suits me perfectly. It just requires certain... adjustments. It requires an additional dimension of time management that living down south simply doesn't, namely that you have to adjust for the fact that they day seems a lot shorter (or a lot longer, in the summer) than human society wants it to be. It's a little maddening sometimes, honestly; the fact that your entire day seems to vanish can put you into a perpetual state of feeling rushed if you let it, and that can lead you to actually be rushed since you tend to slow down and do nothing whenever you get the chance. I'm really looking forward to summer, which is something I can't say I honestly ever did back in Texas.

Don't let the carping fool you, though: it's fantastic up here. From the top of the ridge, one block up from our house, there's a breathtaking view of the Olympics over Puget Sound on your left and the Cascades over Green Lake on your right. Our yard is lush and green even in winter, and our garden is going to be awesome (-ly delicious) in summer. Many of the houses around here have "Impeach Bush" signs in the windows.

It's a different kind of a place, no doubt. I think I needed that, though. I think everyone needs that for a while during their lives. You have to find where you fit. Which, you know - if anyone wants to scope out Seattle, we'll have a guest bedroom, once the landlord finishes the repairs and puts the carpet back in.
What it is
thoughts, normal, lookin

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