Cue the medical expert(s) who will say the reason we all have mammary glands is that we’re bisexual by nature, if not nurture, thus giving reason and pause to consider why the LGBT movement has been gaining traction in mainstream culture lately as we shift gears in our subcultural races.
Tag Archives: science
Looking back at quaint early 21st century ideas
The North Atlantic Ocean is warming? Pshaw!
It’s the steam punk future we want, not global warming reality.
One
The simple joy of happiness: walking down the driveway, thinking about the successful rocket firing of SpaceShipTwo and smelling honeysuckle in the air.
If…
If we spent more time developing and nourishing our children’s rational side rather than emphasising the roller-coaster emotional side, where would we be? Is it possible or is the OCEAN of our five personality traits innate?
INAM
What does it take — that is, how mature and sophisticated a civilisation — for one person to get a colonoscopy?
Will a colonoscopy increase or decrease my chances of developing arteriosclerosis and heart attacks? Obesity?
I’ve hit that magic age, past 50, where my medical healthcare professionals wish I get a colonoscopy.
Somewhere between the interests of an ENT doctor (general otolaryngology) and a urologist sits the giant worm of an internal body part that interests the gastroenterologist: a colon; not a semicolon.
In the near future, I will drink the fluid that contains the chemicals that encourage my gastrointestinal tract to flush itself clear of semisolids.
Then, under the dreamy, twilight world of anesthesia, I’ll submit my body to the medical procedure of being scoped for abdominal abnormalities.
Polyps, you say…not an ellipse in a solipsist?
“Polyps” sounds like the name of a GrecoRoman deity, the offspring of a Hydra and Cyclops, perhaps, or simply Polyphemus himself.
Ah, to lie there like a cadaver in medical school while poked, probed and analysed like a crashlanded space alien!
One can hardly wait for the experience, can one?!
Shall I put on my tinfoil hat and say, in a whispered conspiratorial voice, “You know, don’t you, that colonoscopies are the government’s way of attaching tracking devices to your body that can’t be easily removed by mere amateurs!”?
The fictional possibilities are fun to imagine.
There are millions of ways to die, including under anesthesia.
There are millions of ways to live the rest of your life as a vegetable, including having seizures under anesthesia.
How often does a scope perforate the GI tract?
How often does a GI tract reveal cancerous growths?
Even better, how often do colonoscopies reveal nothing out of the ordinary?
I’m placing my bets on common outcome of the last question.
And, after recovering from my twilight sleep, I hope my gut flora returns to its healthy state once again.
Now, if I can just change my dietary intake and lose a few stones while increasing my low-impact exercising!
Strange Daze
Today, I let my eyes wander over to websites I rarely find interesting only to find them interesting, including this “poster” at rare.us:
Which pushed my thoughts on to other mass media outlets and their statistical anomalies, including the Saturday Night Live “Five Timers Club“:
Is there a pattern here worth analysing or simply pointing out and laughing toward?
If George W. Bush’s image can be rehabilitated, then anything is possible, n’est pas?
Can you find a correlation?
Can you find a correlation between cost of living and happiness?
First, the second:
Second, the first:
It pays to be wealthy..
Redacted, retracted, redux
I don’t know what it is that puts me in a mood like this, this feeling of smugness, this desire not to believe in myself, to always be wrong, always chasing the perfect 100 on a test score as if I’ll never get it, running from my mistakes, fleeing into the cosmos.
Why?
Because of both my faith in AND my fear of our species’ imperfections.
I do not want to be successful.
Instead, always vigilant, looking for the crack in the veneer, analysing the pinhole leak in the dam, contemplating the lack of understanding everything going on in a cubic centimeter of dirt.
Why?
Because we can make films about our mistakes, films which contain their own mistakes, and we learn from neither, or the lessons we learn and the solutions we apply solve a different set of problems because time is irrelevant, only relative.
That is why we seek perfection in our theosophical beliefs.
Otherwise, tarnish, rust and decay should be taken as normal aspects of our impermanence.
I am chasing my tail in an M.C. Escher print.
treetrunkdings 
