today was my first day of orientation. the commute didn’t suck. teaching will be all right. i get to figure out how to make the structure imposed on me worthwhile. portfolios are self-echo chambers.
listening to american football having a beer. i believe i’m single.
Kappa (river imp)
Jorōgumo (lit. “whore spider”)
Kubire-oni (strangler demon)
Rokurokubi (long-necked woman)
Onmoraki (bird demon)
Nekomata (cat monster)
Tengu (bird-like demon)
Tenjō-sagari (ceiling dweller)
Enma Dai-Ō (King of Hell)
Kyūbi no kitsune (nine-tailed fox)
Baku (dream-eating chimera)
Yamasei (mountain sprite)
Rashōmon no oni (ogre of Rashōmon Gate)
Waira (mountain-dwelling chimera)
Nure-onna (snake woman)
a w e s o m e
What relationship is there today between science and psychoanalysis?
For me the only true, serious science worth following is science fiction. The other, official science with its altars in the laboratories gropes its way forward without reaching any happy medium. And it has even begun to fear its own shadow.
It seems that the experts will soon be facing anxious moments. Donning their starched shirts in their aseptic laboratories, these rather elderly toddlers playing with unknown things, making ever more complex devices, inventing ever more obscure formulas, begin to ask themselves what might happen tomorrow, what these ever-novel research projects might bring to bear. Enough, I say! And what if it’s too late, biologists and physicists and chemists now ask themselves. I think they are mad. They are already changing the face of the universe, and it only now occurs to them that perhaps this might be dangerous. And if everything blew up in their faces? If the bacteria so lovingly raised in their shiny laboratories transformed into our mortal enemies? If hordes of these bacteria overran the world as well as all the crap that lives there, starting with these laboratory experts themselves?
In addition to Freud’s three impossible positions – government, education, and psychoanalysis – I would add a fourth, science. But the experts are not expert enough to know that their position is untenable.
Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick.
melville’s best work.
a friend posted “pubic grass” i googled “pubis,” then thought better of it and googled “pubice.” result:
discovered a startling sex secret about long pubice hair! I never shave, heres why.well first of all, here’s the girl Ive been doing this with. (pics) she’s a legit 9/10, I have taken her to the gym with me a bunch of times and finally we had sex for the first time a few weeks ago. well I had forgotten to shave my pubice hair, so it was bushy and overgrown. well I siad “f*ck it” and went to work. well every time I went in for a thrust, the pubice hair actualy started to massagner her klitorious. so she said I was the best sex shes ever had! my penas is only 8 inches long so I make up for it by not shaving my pubice hair.
recently read tao line’s shoplifting from american apparel. very good many people should. recently dropped haruki murakami’s kafka on the shore after reading 56 pages and the 15 year old runaway who likes led zeppelin, duke ellington, and some other american baby boomer crap went to the gym because he finds great release in lifting weights, and besides it was only $5 a day and he got a discount on his hotel room so why not? screw you murakami you’re not a 15 year old boy, even for 450 pages.
do you know someone with a brain like a sponge? or a brain like rebar? you need to twist it to deter the cheetahs but also cover that brain in dust so the zoo patrons think it’s a plant native to cheetah country. i had a science teacher who told a student his brain was completely smooth. it wasn’t actually, but the science teacher always kept bullets in his pockets. some surmised it was for gunpowder, but i thought everyone who kept bullets kept them for the gunpowder because that’s what holds the gun-power to give someone with a sponge-brain a rebar-brain.