“Darkened Cities”

The whole business with the universe is almost ridiculous. This also includes the concept of life, being alive, and being full of squishy goo that came together just right to make singing, dancing, loving, eating, fucking, fighting, sleeping, thinking, things. But not only is it peculiar it be one of these singing, dancing, silly alive things, it is comical to know that it is happening on a ball of volatile rock that is careening thru bloody space and time at joke speed. Meanwhile, many of these alive things are too busy having “first world problems” (if that phrase had a face I would probably smack it) to notice that no one is actually driving this thing.

The following link have been blogged before but I heart this so hard I had to have it on my own wall. The photo series are Darkened Cities by Thierry Cohen and they speak for themselves.


Apparently, these photos were taken of cities at night and light polluting things were digitally removed. The photos were then combined with the night sky taken at the same latitude in an area devoid of light pollution. The effects are of a haunting beauty that almost leaves me in a state of longing melancholy because this is a sight most of us live without. And we have taken for granted the veil we have put up ourselves.


Dear Discovery Channel and Animal Planet: Why have you taken to lying to us?

Ok.  So this evening I found myself watching “Mermaids: the body found”… I didn’t mean to, and I wasn’t even drunk, but I was sitting around alone, bored, under the weather, and too despondent to be productive to do otherwise.  And there you go….

The “documentary” recounts “scientists” doing scientific “things” and retelling their “experiences” in their “scientific shit” and how the government confiscated all their data and “evidence” that mermaids exist.  The first (just imagine a lot of the following words with quotations around them) clue in the discovery of an undiscovered humanoid species was deep ocean wails and bloops that were concluded to not be dolphins but communicating with dolphins.  These audio recordings (apparently) were only taken once and to take that as evidence, without any replication, of interspecies communication is fucking codswollop.  Secondly there have been sightings thru out history.  Well, that fucking settles that then.  Yes, there were cave paintings (in most likely non existant, off the map locations), mideaval accounts (the age of bloody enlightment obviously), and sailor confessions in the early 19th century (drunks).   But hey, who am I to question “what people say”?   The third little light on the subject is the discovery of unknown remains in a shark and chomped up bones were puzzle pieced together to discover, a hand.  But not a human hand.  Obviously.  Oh! And there were inconclusive DNA evidence. 

Now the piece de resistance is that strange human like bodies have been washed up with mass cetacean strandings but the government tends to sweep in before the scientists/pathologists show up to remove these bodies.  Cus it’s a conspiracy, duh.  And lastly, there is a video.  This was shown.  With a straight fucking face.  Enjoy.


Really??? REALLY?!! Really Discovery Channel?? Really Animal Planet?? And why when I actually looked up the scientists involved the internet directed me to their acting profiles? Both of these channels are “supposed” to be at the forefront of knowledge and not fucking alien conspiracies and back wood hillbilly jobs!! And now, they are just allowing “documentaries” to be aired that are complete, utter, fucking lies. As a paranoid skeptic, I don’t believe most of what I see on TV, or hear, or read, but there are people out there, that this shit has been directed too, who do NOT know that this is fake.  There are people, on forums, who believe it to be real.  They are yelling at strangers on the internet with their abbrivated butchered spelling about how it must be true if it is on DisCov or AnPlan.  Shame on you channels for your hogswash. 

 Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for mermaids existing, and a part of me wishes it was true.   However, scientists have enough trouble searching for the truth and beauty of the universe with the media, religious fanatics, delusional hippies, the government, and funding enough as it is without an institution, that claims to be on the side of science, making shit up.


Bloggy blog 1

Do you know how bloody hard it is to come up with a blog username?!  Whatever clever spark in your folded brain you thought you had that made you special has been thought up by someone else on the internet.  So you start typing in any old shit, even in languages other than your own, relinquishing all trust to the google translate gods, to find something, fucking anything, that makes you fucking unique.  And that whole palova turns you against your will into a billy goat against the troll guarding the bridge of the web.   But fuck what the internet thinks. 

Welcome to my blog. There will be swearing.  Beautiful, exciting, musical swearing.  And Hate. And Love.  And things of upmost importance and complete drival.

I have a Zoology bachelors that I am very proud of.  It was a long hard road to prove my adoration of all things alive on paper and now the only thing that matters is making a living loving life.   I am a wife of science.  But I am also a concubine of magic and commit wanton acts of art.  I am not very good at any of these, but I am not stopping.

Today, as a scientist, I was wondering about the evolution of kissing.   I am committing a crime by not looking this up for myself, but thought I would send out my virginal (ha!) thoughts on the subject matter….. So, where did kissing come from? Why are we driven to it when we are overcome with light, love, lust, affection, etc?  Hugging, sure, I suppose as endothermic organisms, huddling up was selected evolutionary to keep warm, supply the comfort of protection, and maintain “social bonds”, thus became a pleasurable/necessary experience.  But kissing?  Why are we driven to do it?  Where did it come from? Why did it stick around?  Maybe it comes from animals taking care of each other.  But we don’t lick each other (platonically anyway) anymore (maybe we should more often!).  Maybe kissing is a Freudian oral fixation thingamajig.  Maybe that is where it comes from when it comes to humans.  But it doesn’t stop there.  When I see a cute animal I am so compelled to kiss the ever living fuck out of it, it fucking hurts to not.   Why?!

And that is about it on that subject.  

Kissing.  Don’t go changing.  But what the fuck?

1:23 GMT (21.12.12 – “the end of the world”)