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THE brain’s reward circuits and rational thought processes are overwhelmed with electrical activity when a woman reaches sexual climax.

In the first film of what goes on inside a woman’s brain as she approaches and then experiences orgasm, researchers recorded how sexual arousal generates a cascade of events that, at its peak, involves 30 parts of the brain.



In their research they asked 16 women to “self-stimulate” until they achieved orgasm, while lying under a blanket in a functional magnetic resonance imaging scanner. Despite the clinical surroundings, all the women were able to achieve their goal, mostly in less than five minutes — although some took up to 20.

The scientists used the machine to observe which parts of the brain became active at each phase. The film, based on images taken of the women’s brains every two seconds, shows the surges in electrical activity as an orgasm overwhelms different combinations of brain areas in turn. They flood not only the brain’s “reward circuits” but also the parts associated with rational thought.

The pattern of activation seemed to be similar in all the women observed.

The study is fascinating in several ways — from a biological standpoint, it’s remarkable that the female orgasmic response (which, as we’re endlessly reminded, is unnecessary for reproduction) is so strong and so much stronger than we males get.  Evolution is a terrific thing sometimes.  I’m wondering if this is a happy accident, or if there is a selfish gene somewhere in human chromosomes that survived because women who have intensely pleasurable orgasms are that much more likely to engage in intercourse and thus to reproduce.

From a sociological standpoint, too (and forgive my wording here), it’s impressive that the culturally-less-important orgasm is the better one.  I don’t want to think that male jealousy is a major cause of this, but nor do I want to think that the “unnecessary for reproduction” argument has been strong enough to cause this much repression.

“In women, orgasm produces a very extensive response across the brain and body,” said Barry Komisaruk, professor of psychology at Rutgers University in New Jersey, who oversaw the research.



“In one experiment we asked women to self-stimulate and then raise their hands each time they orgasmed. Some women raised their hands several times each session, often just a few seconds apart,” Professor Komisaruk said. “So the evidence is that woman tend to have longer orgasms and can experience several of them.”

On a side note, I’m quite jealous of Professor Komisaruk.

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The Mall, Part II

I’ve written before about how goddamn annoying mall kiosk workers can be.  If anything, they’ve gotten worse since; I no longer fear the cell phone kiosk guys (yes, they’re almost always guys) nearly as much as the people selling random useless beauty products.  It’s infuriating dealing with them, because they don’t take no for an answer and they seem to be trying to guilt you into playing along.  Here’s a conversation I had with one today that’s pretty well average for how they work these days:

WORKER: Excuse me, sir, try some? (holding out useless product)

ME: No, thank you.

WORKER: You don’t want to try some?

ME: No.  Thank you.

WORKER: Can I just ask you one question?

ME: (walking past) No, thank you.

WORKER: Not just one question?!

ME: (walking away, hoping the anxiety subsides)

Two years ago, I had a Monday evening class that interacted poorly with my street’s alternate-side parking schedule.  I’d get back around 10:15pm and typically have to park at least a quarter-mile from my apartment as every legal space closer had been taken long before.  It’s not entirely surprising, given my neighborhood, that I came across a drug dealer one night, tying a bag to his bike, on my way back from my car.  That encounter went as follows:

DEALER: Hey, man, you fuck with powder?

ME: I’m sorry?

DEALER: You into cocaine?

ME: I, ah, no, thank you.

DEALER: (gets on bike) All right, man.  Have a good night.  (rides away)

Mall kiosk people: when I’m comparing you to a drug dealer I encountered one Monday evening, you should take a good, long look at what you’re doing.

When the dealer comes out better on politeness and on taking “no” for an answer, you should probably fucking throw out your sales techniques.

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The Mall, Part I

The local mall has an anti-youngster policy.  From 4pm to close on Friday and Saturday, you cannot be in the mall if you’re under 18 unless you have a 21-year-old guardian (only four per guardian, too).  Starting at 4pm, there are white-shirted fascists checking IDs at every entrance as well as throughout the mall (in case any 16-year-olds got there at 3:15).

I would be opposed to this policy even under normal circumstances, because it’s anti- tons of people (single-parent families, poor families, large families all would have trouble getting a guardian/an appropriate number of guardians there).  But it’s even worse when 95% of the ID checks I see appear to fall into one of the following categories:

1) White guard hassling black customer.

2) Male guard hassling attractive female customer.

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He’s a school board member, folks

All right.  I started a new job this week, getting up early, going to bed early but not early enough, haven’t really had a lot of time to stay caught up on the latest bigotry.  My outrage muscle is underworked, so I need to find somebody to say some unbelievably ignorant shit to get me raving fucking mad.  Arkansas, can you help me with that?

Clint McCance is a school board member at Midland School District in Arkansas. And he has some absolutely troubling and disturbing views when it comes to homosexuality…

“Seriously they want me to wear purple because five queers committed suicide. The only way I’m wearin’ it for them is if they all commit suicide,” McCance said, in one of the most ugly outbursts in recent memory. “I can’t believe the people of this world have gotten this stupid. We are honoring the fact that they sinned and killed themselves because of their sin.”



“Being a fag doesn’t give you the right to ruin the rest of our lives. If you get easily offended by being called a fag then don’t tell anyone you are a fag. Keep that shit to yourself,” McCance wrote. “It pisses me off though that we make a special purple fag day for them. I like that fags cant procreate. I also enjoy the fact that they often give each other aids and die.”

Perfect, thanks.  Clint McCance, you’re a worthless scumfuck.

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Hey, lookit

Employment (pending a physical and a drug test).  I was beginning to believe you were mythical.

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Roblog with ‘i love you’ in a different language.

imissedtumblr:

jhameia:

pensata:

javierfigueredo:

planetesauvage:

kaleidoscopicmind:

themonchismonsta:

bouquetofbarbedwire:

holdingdestiny:

beautifulrichxo:

nohopeforthehopeless:

σας αγαπώ.

iamtheshadow-puppet: Me tu encarta

je t’aime (:

Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi

Rydw i’n caru tu

Jeg elsker deg

Io ti amo

Eu te amo. 

Wgah’nagl fhtagn.

ani ohevet at.

Daku cintamu.

Wo ai ni.

Я тебя люблю.

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So after [Carey] Mulligan and [Norah] Jones, is there anyone else Belle & Sebastian would be keen to work with? The band consider the idea for a moment, before recalling that, at the behest of [Sarah] Martin, they had asked the physicist Professor Brian Cox to be on the album cover, but he was too busy. “But anyway, can Cox sing?” wonders [Stuart] Murdoch.

“He can play keyboards!” Martin leaps to the professor’s defence, and the band all turn to face [Chris] Geddes, their current keyboard player. “Ohh,” says Geddes, looking indignant. “Oh, OK. OK, I’ll take a hit for the team. So what am I supposed to do then? Just fuck off and do some physics?” He shakes his head. “This band’s going to break up over Brian Cox.”

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Video (not mine) of Belle & Sebastian’s encore, “Me and the Major” and “Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying.”

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The only picture from Belle & Sebastian’s set that is actually postable.  Stuart Murdoch singing “I’m a Cuckoo,” with the lovely Sarah Wilson on the left.

The only picture from Belle & Sebastian’s set that is actually postable.  Stuart Murdoch singing “I’m a Cuckoo,” with the lovely Sarah Wilson on the left.

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The opening band (like the headliners, Glaswegians) Teenage Fanclub, during a song I can’t remember the name of.  Lead singer Norman Blake reminded me a great deal of Bill Gates.

The opening band (like the headliners, Glaswegians) Teenage Fanclub, during a song I can’t remember the name of.  Lead singer Norman Blake reminded me a great deal of Bill Gates.

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Turned 180° from the stage.  Looking across the East River to see Manhattan.
With the fog and low clouds, this was an absolutely incredible view after dark, but not one of those pictures came out acceptably.

Turned 180° from the stage.  Looking across the East River to see Manhattan.

With the fog and low clouds, this was an absolutely incredible view after dark, but not one of those pictures came out acceptably.

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Establishing shot of the stage, taken because I know an hour and a half before the show is about the only time my hands won’t shake incredibly.  Yes, I was right up front again, though the open-air venue meant it wasn’t nearly as much of a problem as with Interpol in the one-story venue.

Establishing shot of the stage, taken because I know an hour and a half before the show is about the only time my hands won’t shake incredibly.  Yes, I was right up front again, though the open-air venue meant it wasn’t nearly as much of a problem as with Interpol in the one-story venue.

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Belle & Sebastian / 30 September 2010

1. I Didn’t See it Coming
2. I’m a Cuckoo
3. Step Into My Office, Baby
4. Like Dylan in the Movies
5. I’m Not Living in the Real World
6. Piazza, New York Catcher
7. I Want the World to Stop
8. Lord Anthony
9. Sukie in the Graveyard
10. We Rule the School
11. Another Sunny Day
12. The Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner
13. Write About Love
14. There’s Too Much Love
15. The Boy With the Arab Strap
16. If You Find Yourself Caught in Love
17. Judy and the Dream of Horses
18. Sleep the Clock Around

Encore:
19. Me and the Major
20. Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying

They only hit one of my “pick five,” but honestly it’s hard to argue with a setlist like this.  I’d have preferred five songs from The Life Pursuit and two from Dear Catastrophe Waitress, instead of the other way around, but whatever.  Tremendous show.  The band really seemed to be having a lot of fun and were very good about keeping the audience involved.  Venue was beautiful, too; East River State Park, right on the shore in Brooklyn, with the Manhattan skyline behind us.

Pictures will be up as I determine which are usable.

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Dos and Don’ts for Mall Kiosk Workers

1) When you do your little step-out-ambush move to try and foist your overpriced beauty product on a woman and she, startled, says, “no, thank you,” DON’T stand out there and admire her ass for ten seconds as she walks away.

2) Especially DON’T try to cover for it by acting like you’re trying to ambush me, too, ‘cause I’m just going to shake my head and ignore you.  Guys don’t usually go for the products you sell.

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The U.S. soldiers hatched a plan as simple as it was savage: to randomly target and kill an Afghan civilian, and to get away with it.

For weeks, according to Army charging documents, rogue members of a platoon from the 5th Stryker Combat Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division, floated the idea. Then, one day last winter, a solitary Afghan man approached them in the village of La Mohammed Kalay. The “kill team” activated the plan.

One soldier created a ruse that they were under attack, tossing a fragmentary grenade on the ground. Then others opened fire.

According to charging documents, the unprovoked, fatal attack on Jan. 15 was the start of a months-long shooting spree against Afghan civilians that resulted in some of the grisliest allegations against American soldiers since the U.S. invasion in 2001. Members of the platoon have been charged with dismembering and photographing corpses, as well as hoarding a skull and other human bones.

You see what happens when we foster an environment where people think it’s reasonable to say “Muslim life is cheap,” where people decide all Muslims share responsibility for the 9/11 attacks and thus cannot worship two blocks away from our sanctified hole in the ground, where people attack our president by claiming he’s secretly Muslim as though it’s a horrific thing?  You see what fucking happens?

(Source: The Atlantic)