Two of the most popular posts I’ve ever written on this site are
http://www.chrisdamitio.com/little-xxx-house-on-the-prairie/ (which details how Finland accidentally gave the DVD release of Little House on the Prairie – one of the most beloved family programs ever made in the USA (based on a beloved set of children’s books) with an adult’s only rating. The google search that finds it is “Little House on the Prairie Porn”
And, here I am griping about both these posts and no doubt filtering more people who want to see the Ingles Family breeding their livestock, but not in a positive family friendly way. If that isn’t f***ed up, I don’t know what is.
“My landing strip has turned into more of a Dorito.” or “After seeing the shaved beav of nearly every pop tart, after years of porn going mainstream, isn’t the thrill of the bare vage getting a little stale? If not, you know, creepy?”
That was Bill Maher’s take, when he lamented on a Sept. 19 episode of “Real Time With Bill Maher,” “Bring back a little pubic hair. Not a lot. I’m not talking about reviving that 1973 look that says I’m liberated … and I’m smuggling a hedgehog. I just want a friendly, fuzzy calling card that tells me I’m not going to get arrested.”
If you don’t like being observed, San Francisco is definitely the wrong place to be this week. Thousands (I think but I didn’t count) of anthropologists from allover the world are here for the American Anthropological Association’s annual conference. Actually you may not have much to worry about, we are mostly watching each other, but you can be sure that there is somebody doing a study on the study of people who are studying the people that study people. All shapes, sizes, and varieties of people at the conference. My adviser pointed out that the one’s in suits are looking for work usually but I’m in a suit and I don’t want a job. He also pointed out that lots of middle aged anthropologists like to attach something tribal to their otherwise normal dress..he is right. Not me though. I’m just a guy that is curious about people and wanted to meet his baby niece. I did…she’s a cutie. Somehow she must have gotten all of my DNA but hopefully not the balding gene although at the moment she is bald, mostly. Also got to see my good buddy from way back in the usmc days and was reminded of an infamous Christmas night in a dirty old strip bar when a crazy fight happened ‘inside, outside, everywhere’.
I’m glad there aren’t any of Biden. Actually, I haven’t looked, there might be. These are not confirmed, but it looks like the real deal. From OSI There’s a conservative for you.
Whether McCain or Obama wins, the United States is in trouble. The first thing you need to think about is how are you going to survive what comes next. My first recommendation is to read Rough Living: An Urban Survival Manual. Use it to change the way you think about what you need and what you have.
Remember that you can use the three A’s to get what you need, but that is it. Get the manual and learn this stuff ASAP. Buy it.
Police were close-lipped about the type of shoe encasing the fifth foot, its size and its gender — but did reveal that it is the first left foot to be found.
The other four were all right feet encased in running shoes, and beginning last August they washed up on area islands, said Annie Linteau of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Canada’s national police force.
A little south in Ashland, Oregon, Jen Moss, known as “The Naked Lady” is raising controversy with her plans to be in Ashland’s Fourth of July parade free and independent of all clothing but a hemp G-string.
Even further south, here is a beautiful piece of vandalism. Hats off to the genius who put a picture of a sailor over the ‘sub’ in submarine.
And, just in case anyone thinks there is nothing else in San Francisco besides same sex weddings, don’t forget about the hipsters.
And of course there are always the dogs in wigs.
Here is what I think a suicidal sky dive instructor’s stream of consciousness might sound like:
Maybe I shouldn’t pull the cord. Nah. That’s crazy. I would never do that. Somewhat disturbing to think about what it would be like to do it though. It wouldn’t really be hard. I mean, it wouldn’t haunt me because I would be dead. Right? I mean, that’s what it is.
But to not pull the cord. The strength it will take to not pull the ripcord. To not choose life at the last moment. There really can’t be much more difficult than that. I have my doubts about whether I could really do it.
Fuck, I’m late. Fuck it, today will be my 1000th dive. Cool. Shit. Gotta go. I’m sick of working. Sick of having to be anywhere.
It’s a cool job though. I do have that going. I’ve got to be there, but it’s pretty cool. I just hate strapping myself to strangers and pretending to feel the thrill of their first airplane jump as if it is my first time too. Fuck. This all used to seem so cool.
This was penned after I took my first skydive. I was strapped to a guy who told me it was his 1000th dive. He didn’t seem very keen on living. We jumped out of the plane after the other skydivers and we landed first. As they pulled their ripcords we plummeted past them one after the other.
It’s never been easy being a human being. From the dawn of time, we have struggled to survive, struggled to find shelter, struggled to find safety, and struggled to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe and alive. The way we do this has changed, but the necessity to do so has not. The world is a brutal place, even without the brutality we cause to one another. One need only look at the headlines to see this is true. The world is a deadly.
When one adds to all the natural disasters, the threats posed by other human beings, the world becomes that much more dangerous…and complex to survive in. We in Hawai’i are fortunate that we have more deaths from drowning each year than from disasters, both natural and man made. Unfortunately, that is not the case throughout most of the planet. My purpose in writing today is to explore the reasons why we, as humans, tend to create political and social institutions that make basic survival that much more difficult for our fellow human beings.
When I speak of human disasters, I am referring to the worst that we are capable of doing to each other. I am referring to genocide, murder, rape, and looking on as others starve, die from disease, and suffer in plain site. How have we let this happen? How have we allowed these things to become our reality? How have we let this world come to be a place where we look on as these things happen and feel that we can do nothing to stop it.
Strange as it may sound, I think I actually have an answer for that. At some point in creating societies and civilizations, it was necessary for individuals to take on different specialized roles of responsibility. This is a necessary and good thing, within limits. For instance, one person took on the responsibility of growing food, another person took the responsibility to create tools, another person became a builder, and so forth. This specialization allowed for the refinement of crafts and trades which in turn allowed us to develop more sophisticated technologies. These technologies created the means for us to live in abundant, secure, and peaceful communities. This division of labor was a successful strand in the cloth of our cultural evolution.
Imagine, the first community of farmers, builders, weavers, and tool makers celebrating after their first truly successful season. The shelters were warm, the clothing was functional, the tools were efficient, and the specialized techniques of farming had created a surplus of food. Great stuff! Suddenly, there was the time to create art, the time to create music, enough surplus food to try new recipes, and perhaps even the impetus for a harvest celebration.
And that is when another band without these advances wanders into our peaceful setting. Since they speak a different language, they cannot understand why some should have so much when they have so little. They begin to take from the efforts of our young society. They are doing so without contributing.
As you might imagine, this quickly becomes a problem. Since our young society has been so successful in assigning specific responsibilities and leaving other responsibilities to others, they decide rather quickly to assign responsibility for this new challenge to a specific sector of the population. Thus are born the first lawmakers and the first law officers to enforce those laws.
The farmer can now keep farming and the lawmen will protect his crops. The builder can build and the lawmaker will decide where the property line is. The cloth maker can weave and the law will set a price and be sure it is paid. When there is a problem, refer it to the law. When there a question about the law, refer it to the lawyers. When protection is needed, seek it from the soldiers and police. In order to make these protectors more efficient, give them the means to create new laws and the strength of arms to enforce them.
Responsibility was given away. Personally, I think this was our first mistake. Think about it. Maybe it is time to start taking the responsibility for our lives back. The question is, how do we do that?
I would love for this to be one of a series of ongoing dialogues so I encourage you to respond with your thoughts and comments. Even you mom!
TAMPA, Fla. – A nude maid is accused of really cleaning up at a Florida man’s home. The Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office said a 50-year-old man hired the maid from the Internet on Friday to clean his Tampa home.
Authorities said the woman arrived at the home in a one-piece, light colored dress. She took off the dress and cleaned the house for $100-per-hour. Sheriff’s office spokeswoman Debbie Carter said the man told deputies he left the maid alone in the bedroom to clean.
When the man’s wife came home from vacation, she discovered $40,000 in jewelry missing from their bedroom.
Police are investigating.