Wednesday, July 28, 2010

hot finds: the Vanilla Awakening


i can't wait to read this book. period. not because i'm looking for answers, (not because i'm jaded as i could have (SHOULDA) written the thing myself), not because in terms of collective enlightenment it's potentially the Joy of Sex for Generation whatever the hell generation it is now, but maybe because it IS the Joy of Sex for this generation??? because: someone finally spelled out in Border's-ready, and what i assume will soon be Oprah Book Club approved "my DAD read that book!" connectivity...a book that lays out the long known truth that WE ARE ANIMALS. so what does that mean? in terms of monogamy, it means monogamy is possible, but is it natural? no.


http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Dawn-Prehistoric-Origins-Sexuality/dp/0061707805/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top



Since Darwin's day, we've been told that sexual monogamy comes naturally to our species. Mainstream science--as well as religious and cultural institutions--has maintained that men and women evolved in families in which a man's possessions and protection were exchanged for a woman's fertility and fidelity. But this narrative is collapsing. (About fucking time y'all) Fewer and fewer couples are getting married, and divorce rates keep climbing as adultery and flagging libido drag down even seemingly solid marriages.
How can reality be reconciled with the accepted narrative? It can't be, according to renegade thinkers Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá. While debunking almost everything we "know" about sex, they offer a bold alternative explanation in this provocative and brilliant book.
Ryan and Jethá's central contention is that human beings evolved in egalitarian groups that shared food, child care, and, often, sexual partners. Weaving together convergent, frequently overlooked evidence from anthropology, archaeology, primatology, anatomy, and psychosexuality, the authors show how far from human nature monogamy really is. Human beings everywhere and in every era have confronted the same familiar, intimate situations in surprisingly different ways. The authors expose the ancient roots of human sexuality while pointing toward a more optimistic future illuminated by our innate capacities for love, cooperation, and generosity.
With intelligence, humor, and wonder, Ryan and Jethá show how our promiscuous past haunts our struggles over monogamy, sexual orientation, and family dynamics. They explore why long-term fidelity can be so difficult for so many; why sexual passion tends to fade even as love deepens; why many middle-aged men risk everything for transient affairs with younger women; why homosexuality persists in the face of standard evolutionary logic; and what the human body reveals about the prehistoric origins of modern sexuality.
In the tradition of the best historical and scientific writing, Sex at Dawn unapologetically upends unwarranted assumptions and unfounded conclusions while offering a revolutionary understanding of why we live and love as we do.

Friday, July 23, 2010

blender head

using eyes and ears 3x more than the mouth (or the mouth of the brain) right now. much needed vacation. and touch aka flesh is in conflict right now. sitting. quiet. listening and breathing.







Wednesday, July 14, 2010

time machine worthy

this...



and more importantly, this....



there is not one smidgen of the existence, the total package that is Voivod that i don't find love and fascination for. possibly the most perfect band the world's (or at least my world's) ever known?

while i'm there

finally got this 12".
unpacked pretty much all of my apartment listening to this song/cover alone.
(second to last time i saw Spectrum he said, "this is a Mudhoney song" and broke into this)


regrets

hurst, jen and i went to MIL Park to watch Caribou the other night. ate a bunch of cherries, cheese and wine under some teaser storm clouds and watched 300 of the 3000 people there form synced congo-rave lines and try to rush the stage. couldn't stop staring at the guy in front of me though, wearing the Spectrum shirt i kick myself for not getting:



so that whipped up a nagging thought to go home and listen to the original as soon as i walked in the door. buuuut i have no turntable at the moment (will change today). so here's the less thrilling substitution:

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

in the year my father was born

i had a consuming daydream at work today that involved very precise wounds that bled white which made me think of this video. but my daydream felt very related to death, lifelessness and the Anger piece, at three minutes and fifty-six seconds to be exact, has always struck me as a strong testament to vitality. all that liquid, harnessing all that energy; life just streaming out.


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

< two months



paris
berlin
notts
london
amsterdamn
berlin again
prague
budapest
paris again
home

or something like that.

my heart hurts.