And tomorrow marks the anniversary of the Vietnamese liberating Phnom Penh from the Khymer Rouge. It's time for presents in some cultures and time to impose them on everyone in my world.
Suck it up princesses.
1. NonXiers: The Owl Service with D.W. Tripp and shrubbery.
2. Atheists: bravely rejecting outdated god beliefs in art.
3. For brachiators and representational rationalists: science about what tastes good.
4. For beings lacking complete certainty.
111111111111111111111 For our non-Chrissiers the following surely features our very own fearless D.W. Tripp as Robin Hood balling with an English flower-power chick. Other RSP notables are recognisable.
333333333333333333333 Naive realism not quite floating your boat? Feel up to living with a more scientific reality? Why not try representational rationalism this festive season? Here is a start: partial Abstract ... changes in the price of a product, can affect neural representations of experienced pleasantness. We tested this hypothesis by scanning human subjects using functional MRI while they tasted wines that, contrary to reality, they believed to be different and sold at different prices. Our results show that increasing the price of a wine increases subjective reports of flavor pleasantness as well as blood-oxygen-level-dependent activity in medial orbitofrontal cortex, an area that is widely thought to encode for experienced pleasantness during experiential tasks. ...
Can we extrapolate to a possibility wherein a belief in God produces blood-oxygen-level-dependent activity in medial orbitofrontal cortex, while engaged in the tasks of living, such that believers have a more satisfying experience of living?
444444444444444444444 For those of us with any uncertainty.
Εγώ δεν είμαι Έλληνας This post qualifies as a donated equine.
I'm hoping to get Civ V as an Xmas gift. Look honey! Only $20!
Also I've been hinting at Boris Karloff's Thriller DVDs.
Hopefully you get it. I just got the DLC on Black Friday for $5 total. That's right, all the additional content, about $50 worth for $5 on a Steam 1-day sale. Check every day, sometimes they practically give the stuff away.
Oh, and Pinook.... the poem is awesome. I vaguely remember hearing it, but that was in the era when I actually drank a bit so the memory is hazy.
... Oh, and Pinook.... the poem is awesome. I vaguely remember hearing it, but that was in the era when I actually drank a bit so the memory is hazy.
Yep Emily is taking us on a bender with this one.
My wife did Modern American Poetry (ModPo) online at Penn State for free and I lurked and eavesdropped. This one was early on and repaid the time taken to read it slower in spades. https://www.coursera.org/course/modernpoetry
as I read it,:
I'm off to see The Hobbit part II tomorrow I hope. Hobbit part I got me seeing Emily's first line as being the set up for a riddle. A bit like the riddle below.
I drink from the brine, a pond or warm wine. To bloat and to lie, as I pass the world by.
Grander than spires, as for mountains, much higher. A mat, full and deep, on which no one can sleep.
Yet I bow to the breeze, less substantial than fleas. Then far from my birth, I shed my great girth. google to find where I stole it from - brainacle or somesuch
And then Emily goes psychoactive, and expands - slower than the Big Bang. From Tankards scooped in Pearl Pearl has become a viscous translucent opalescent liquid.
And the tankard trails a sheet of the pearl as it comes up out of the container.
Emily may be doing a sexual cosmos here, like Joni with her "wayward cloud" and "broadcasting tower", as one string in her cosmic expansion. But like most drunken sex it's soon diffused and removed from the main thread.
And as a committed and power filled expansionist Emily becomes a god, disrupting the Christian Heaven, distracting seraphs from their songs of praise and saints from their prayers, as they watch goggle eyed, as Emily props herself up against the Sun.
It's well that this ends the poem. Cause Emily probably knew more about Dionysus/Bacchus and the extremes of physical violence and self-harm that drunk gods evoke than I do. And now with the sun as a possible new drinking partner where will it end?