1.10.05

genesis

don't you just hate it when you're sitting in a Bible in Literature lecture on Genesis 1-4 and some putz zeroes in on the "Adam was first" thing?
"oh, it says here that Adam was created first and that Eve was made from his rib." (Gen 2:21-22)
this got the feminists in the crowd astir (because men didn't let them vote and made them wear underwear).
as annoying as it is, we've been through this before. Augustine pondered about the transmission of original sin through progenesis, as jotted down in his "Confessions", and they were later misinterpreted by withered, old monks who thought he was talking about sex in general, thus blaming all womankind for being so nubile and tempting - just as Adam first blamed Eve in Gen 3:12.
so generations of patriarchy and misogyny built up tremendous pressure in vertebrate females. that bra-burning backlash now ripples through our societal consciousness as sensual media (the main culprit being beer commercials and anyone influenced by esther nee madonna). women seeking empowerment in these climes seem to believe that their power comes either from a) their careers; b) their bodies; or c) their careers exploiting their bodies.

anyways, here's some causal reading for you: Genesis 2: 18-20

18 The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him."
19 Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. 20 So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field. But for Adam no suitable helper was found.
so my professor thinks that God wanted to make Adam a helper from the animals. and by helper he meant partner. and by partner he meant mate. bwahahaha.

28.9.05

i'm a grandpa

it's almost over, a few hours left to go
but happy birthday anyway
to dorinda and her hairy arms.

25.9.05

astronaut vs. caveman

astronaut (homo sapiens celesticus)
astronauts are chosen from the cream of the human crop. scientists by trade, astronauts are smong the upper tier in terms of intelligence. their physical endurance is also renown as their bodies must be able to withstand the tremendous interial forces inflicted upon them during take-off and landings. once successfully launched into space, astronauts spend their most of their brief sojourn patiently conducting 'zero-gravity' experiments.
size: astronauts are comparable in size to their close cousin: the human (homo sapien). males range from 5'7" to 6'8" andweigh in at 184 lbs. on average. females are about 14% smaller.
habitat: astronauts inhabit three environments. on earth, they either live in dormitories near training facilities, or 'homes'. in orbit, astronauts would live in 'space stations', large capsules of machinery that artifically emulate the living conditions on earth (minus the constant downward tug of gravity)
status: the astronaut is currently threatened due to mechanical complications with the spaceship apparati. barring any launch or reentry disaster, astronauts succumb to the same afflictions that befall humans.
strengths: in order for humans to upgrade into astronauts, they must submit themselves to a battery of physical and psychological tests. as a result, astronauts are uncommonly patient, independent, analytical and possess a physical endurance that belies their normal appearances.
weaknesses: the very attributes that give astronauts their strength conversely contributes to their weaknesses as well. their sharp minds make them unwilling to take risks outside of strictly controlled environments. their pampered lives make them unaware of problems outside the realm of science.

caveman (homo neanderthalensis)
the caveman, or the neanderthal, has a fabled beginning and unknown end. known primarly only by sketchy fossil records, neanderthals are reputed to have existed anywhere from 200 000 to 300 000 years ago, primarly on the eurasian continent. stockily built, anthropoligists theorize that they lived in small hunter/gatherer communities. stone, or bone, tools and weapons were crafted to facilitate hunting and the manufacturing of clothing. neanderthals probably hunted in packs, using the advantage of numbers and projectile weapons to down their quarry.
size: fossil records indicate a compact build, around 5', probably for heat conservation during harsh ice age winters. living on the move, following the migratory paths of favoured game animals, the cavemen were generally mesomorphic and probably weighed around 240 lbs. well fed.
habitat: ice fields of stone age europe. natural caves gave shelter from the fatal blizzards that ravaged the land.
status: extinct. a pity really, for they would have made excellent american football players.
strengths: physically strong, quite adaptive, team players
weaknesses: easily confused by foreign objects and loud noises due to natural curiosity.

differences between men have always been decided on the battlefield, and this case is exemplary of the classic struggle between brain and brawn. also echoed in the school halls as nerd vs. jock, "Back To the Future" and "Napoleon Dynamite" are definitely persuasive in presenting their case for nerds.
in this case, the battle shall take place in neutral territory (astronauts have never met neaderthals in nature) during a neutral time period in soul calibur format. that is to say that there will be a platform from which to ring out and each combatant will wield their characteristic weapon. the neanderthal will have some variant of cudgel, with a sharp rock embedded in the thicker end and garbed in mammoth skin. the astronaut will wear a blue flightsuit and heft a matching standard NASA-issue prybar. a pressurized spacepen that can write in zero-gravity, upside down and underwater will complete his repetoire.
the fight is brief. one swing of the caveman's cudgel throws both combatants off balance as the astronaut tries to dodge with agility, only to realize that agility is not an innate property of astronauty types. the pen slips from his unprotected pocket (gasp!) and rolls away. the flash of chrome distracts the caveman and he stops to peer intently. the tiny rounded reflection piques his curiosity further. catching on, the astronaut prods the little pen with his prybar, a game! the neanderthal pokes the pen with his cudgel rolling it around. the astronaut circles behind the pen and pokes it back towards the caveman. the caveman returns the favour. grinning to himself the astronaut gives his shiny pen an aggressive shuffleboard shove. the pen scuttles to the edge of the ring, spinning to a stop. the caveman lopes over to bring the pen back into play and the astronaut takes advantage. he charges the neanderthal and neatly pushes him off the edge. victory, sneaky astronaut.

next time: door-to-door insurance salesman vs. Jehovah's Witness.

22.9.05

animal face-off

at 2 pm today i was left with alone with a tv. antics ensued.
the discovery channel yielded a surprising find: Animal Face-Off.
two contestants from the animal kingdom, of the fearsome or large variety, are pitted against each other one-on-one. i happened to watch the hippopotamus vs. the bull shark.

basically, two 'experts' are enlisted to spout propaganda and trash-talk about their respective animals of expertise, trying to one-up each other. and as we all know, watching antisocial scientists talk smack is amusing enough for a show in and of itself. a resin skull of each contestant is brought in for display and analysis to prop the expert's gushing.

from a large block of polystyrene, a model of the skull is sculpted (my new dream job) and then packed in a block of hardening sand. molten aluminum is poured into a hole in the sand box, dissolving the polystyrene away and cooling into an aluminum replica of the skull. this replica is then fitted to animatronics so that approximate measurements can be made of relevant abilities, such as biting force.

their mechanical hippo jaw was submitted to a battery of tests. a pair of watermelons were smashed within the 2 tonnes of biting force, along with a large television. it was also tested in water with a 45 lb kayak. the kayak approximated the size of the bull shark, so it was tossed into the air and then bitten in half for good measure. to simulate the 700 lbs of bull shark, a steel drum filled with water was also bitten and thrashed. however, the combined stress of gripping a 700 lb oil drum and dragging it in and out of the water took it's toll on the animatronic neck and neatly decapitated the hippo in mid shake.

the bull shark was much less impressive, but grosser. they clamped a fish and then simulated the shark-thrash (the shaking of the shark's head which allows the serrated teeth of the lower jaw to saw through flesh) to cleave the fish in half. to simulate the thick hippo skin, they also ripped up a stingray. the water test involved a dead shark of smaller size that they tried to tear up. unfortunatly, due to the limits in polystyrene carving, the teeth were not serrated failed to remove the dead shark head from the dead shark body. it also failed to bite the kayak (another one) with it's not very wide jaws.

the point of all this was to compile sufficient data for a computer simulated encounter between the two combatants. and it verified my belief that hippos are scary, especially when super pissed.

needless to say this has now become my new favourite discovery channel show (sorry mythbusters). it combines animals (which i love), destructive robots (which i find interesting only if they're destructive) and ridiculous fighting scenarios (see xiao xaio), making a ridiculously silly show. obviously i'm very mature.

this show reminded me of another excellent ridiculous fighting scenario i heard on Angel.
who would win in a fight between an Astronaut and a Caveman? discuss.

19.9.05

passenger seat - death cab for cutie

i roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as
you are driving me home

then looking upwards
i strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between
shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as
you are driving me home

do they collide?
i ask and you smile
with my feet on the dash
the world doesn't matter

when you feel embarassed,
i'll be your pride
when you need directions,
i'll be the guide
for all time
for all time

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