Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My New Theory of the Universe

Recently I read part of The View from the Center of the Universe: Discovering our Extraordinary Place in the Cosmos (which I don't recommend) and learned about dark matter and dark energy. What you need to know about dark matter and dark energy for my purposes is that it is what is causing all of the universe to expand but it doesn't interact with us or anything we can see - it just passes through us as if we weren't there. Once again, dark matter and dark energy 1) make the universe expand exponentially and 2) don't interact with us at all.

So this is my new theory of the universe as inspired by these revelations: I think that the dark matter and dark energy are all the parallel universes that exist alongside us. The reason it keeps expanding and making the universe more immense is because more parallel universes spring up all the time, right?

Anyway, that's me taking science and having its illegitimate baby (yes, I'm obsessed with having a baby), but it's cute, innit?

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Monday, August 18, 2008

Girls Who Graffiti

Ariel Schrag: Cartoonist & Graffiti-dabbler
My friend Joe of Your Daily Joe recommended Awkward and Definition by Ariel Schrag since I like autobiographical chick cartoonists and all. A quote on the back of the book from the Village Voice says Schrag is "an imiaginative anthropologist of the post-punk set" and I definitely appreciate that in her. Since I grew up in a crazy Baptist cult, reading about normal teenage lives helps me understand my generation better. There's a big difference between girls who spent their time at 15 and 16 reading through the collected works of Alexander Pope and Elizabeth Barrett Browning (i.e. me) and girls (i.e. Ariel Schrag) who spent that time dabbling in drugs, sex and - the subject of this post - graffiti.

Ariel's first graffiti experience went as such (click to enlarge):
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Girls & Graffiti Around the Globe
Since I ordered Ariel's book from the library I just happened to finally get it when I'd also checked out Graffiti Women: Street Art from Five Continents by Nicholas Ganz. Turns out that the USA was the home of graffiti and so the first female street artists started in the 70's in New York city. The trend hit South America, Australia and Europe in the mid 80's, Canada in the early 90s, New Zealand, China, Japan and South Africa in the late 90s. Of the many women featured in Ganz's book, these were my favorites:

Chez, Australia

Chour, France

EGR
Jana Joana, Brazil

Waleska, London

MyMonsters, Germany

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Friday, August 15, 2008

Rock of Love with Argent Heart

Everything I know about Rock of Love I learned from what the Evil Slut Clique had to say about it, which is damned amusing. So I was even more amused when I saw that my ex's band, Argent Heart, is having their own Rock of Love competition:

That is right. Our drummer Andy is looking for a date to the 2008 RockErie Music Awards on Sunday August 24th. We are looking for that special someone who has what it takes to walk the red carpet with our kick-ass drummer. All you have to do is send us a message on myspace or at argentheart@gmail.com telling us why you want to be Andy's date. Top ten semi-finalists will be picked Sunday August 17th when they will be asked to fill out a grueling questionaire. Its the answers to these questions that will determine our winner and Andy's date to the awards ceremony. Winner will be announced Thursday August 21st. Contestants must be 21 or older to attend the pre- and after parties with the band. Good luck ladies!

Andy is the guy that I think of as the drummer who wanted to play metal when everyone else was alterna-rock... because he was also the drummer for my ex's previous band, Surrender Dorothy and he and my ex used to clash over that stuff all the time (yay drama!). And yet he looks so sweet and innocent in his picture now... aww!

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Planet, Not Politics

XO left an awesome comment on yesterday's post. I over all agree with him, with the understanding that as a conspiracy theorist I wouldn't be in favor of any such uniting led by the evil secret societies. *shakes fist* Okay, now that's out of my system, let's give our full attention to what is possibly the best comment I've ever gotten on this blog:

I totally agree.

However, I think it is just a first step.

I would like to see it eventually expanded to Central America and even South America.

And Africa. And Europe. And Asia.

I know it sounds all SciFi-ish and Utopian, but we really need a Terran Union.

The old saying is that "no man is an island". That's true. But it is even truer that ALL of mankind IS an island on this planet. At least for now.

The sooner we realize that we are all in this together and we need each other to survive, the sooner we can get past the territorial, philosophical Neanderthal crap and move to the next stage of human and social evolution.

Shouldn't all of the planet's (and the solar system's) resources be pooled and shared to the greatest benefit of everyone?

Shouldn't the goal be that no human on the planet is left without the basic necessities of life or the means to achieve whatever they wish?

Shouldn't we all have an equal share in the success or failure of our species?

Beyond that, shouldn't all life, everywhere, have an equal stake in the success or failure of all other life?

How is this a point of contention for anybody? Seems like a forgone conclusion to me.

Discuss.


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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

USA Should Open Borders, Open Minds

Tony's post about increasing racism in the KC area yesterday reminded me that I keep meaning to talk about how all of our illegal immigrant (and attaching racist issues) as well as several other issues with our nation seem to have one easy, obvious solution to me. We totally need a North American Union (you know, like the European Union) to mix together the best of Canada, America and Mexico and hopefully get some of the excess baggage our culture seems to insist on carrying.

From Canada we would gain their health care system, less stoopid attitude about drug use, and freakishly small homicide rate. From Mexico we would gain cheaper gasoline, more family-focused attitudes, and of course, some much needed diversity. Plus, this would open free trade across our borders, make it easier for us all to travel to our neighboring countries and could divert $ used for safeguarding our borders into, I don't know, something that would actually help people like a fucking education.

Anyway, it's a dream, but I like it.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

When Elephants Rule the Earth!

I'm a fan of Orson Scott Card so when I saw a big ole book of his short stories, Keeper of Dreams, at the library I snatched that shit up. The first story, "Elephants in Posnan," takes place in a post-apocalyptic climate-change-affected Poland where the last few survivors in Europe band together after a reproductive-function-killing plague wiped out most of humanity. The last possibly fertile female is paired for 3 months at a time with different men, including the story's narrator who manages to get her up the duff.

After a year long gestation, the baby is cut out of her. He has a huge head and two strange ducts between his eyes and ears that leak fluid - just like the elephants that start invading Posnan.

Turns out, the elephants caused the virus to wipe out humans. The narrator calls them our gods that we simply didn't recognize. The elephants take his son around the world to find the only other human child born like him - a female, of course. They come back to Posnan to have a human wedding ceremony and then run off with the elephants to re-populate the planet with elephantine humans.

I don't know about you, but I found the story a little disturbing needless to say - like if instead of saying "so long and thanks for all the fish" the dolphins rose up against us instead. But maybe what I found most disturbing was having to accept the idea that animals may well be around long after us humans have died out. It's a future I refuse to accept (obviously why I'm working at an environmental place) but I know it might happen anyway.

So with this frame of mind about elephants, it surprised and kind of wigged me out even more to run across an article about elephants and climate change and how they are a species strangely cut out for dealing with it (as long as there are old lady elephants around anyway). From Mongabay.com:

A recent study by the Wildlife Conservation Society and the Zoological Society of London (ZSL) suggests that old female elephants—and perhaps their memories of distant, life-sustaining sources of food and water—may be the key to survival during the worst of times.

In particular, experienced elephant matriarchs seem to give their family groups an edge in the struggle for survival in periods of famine and drought, according to a recently published paper in The Royal Society's Biology Letters.

Dr Nathalie Pettorelli, ZSL researcher and co-author, added, "Climate change is expected to lead to a higher occurrence of severe drought in Africa and our study suggests that such extreme climatic events may act as a selection force on animal populations. As animals battle to cope, certain individuals—such as these grand dames of the elephant kingdom—might become increasingly important."

Specifically, the study examines patterns of calf mortality during the drought of 1993 in Tanzania's Tarangire National Park, the most severe drought in that region in the past 35 years. During a nine-month period of that year, sixteen out of 81 elephant calves in the three groups studied died, a mortality rate of 20 percent. The normal mortality rate of calves during non-drought years is a mere two percent. ...

[A]n examination of the ages of the individual elephants in the three herds was even more suggestive. The data indicated that the age of the mother elephants was an important predictor for calf survival. The two groups that left the park, presumably in search of food and water, had matriarchs that were ages 45 and 38 years of age respectively, whereas the group that remained had a matriarch that was only 33 years of age, the result of heavy poaching during the 1970's and 1980's that targeted older females with large tusks.

"Hopefully, this study underlines the importance of how crucial older matriarchs are to the health of elephant populations," added Foley. "Protecting the leaders of elephant herds will be even more important in what may be an increase in droughts due to climate change."
It's just all so weirdly coincidental that I find it rather creepy. I can't believe Orson Scott Card managed to make me scared of elephants... now that's talent!

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Monday, August 11, 2008

All Hot and Bothered

My air conditioner is broken. Strike that. My air conditioner has apparently decided that on the inside, it's really a heater, because the damn thing now only pumps HOT air into the apartment. Not warm, hot. I had the windows opened yesterday until the early evening when I closed up and turned on the AC, the temperature rose by 2 degrees in five minutes.

Needless to say, I've got sweat on the mind. And with my recent moving adventure where I had to sweat for upwards of 4 hours in a row, I definitely decided on what kind of sweat is the absolute worst: neck sweat. It's just so disgusting to feel it sliding down your neck, especially since I'm pretty sure my neck never sweated in the front when I was a kid. Ew! Of course, neck sweat is second only to boob sweat is disgustingness. But, that's just me. What about you?



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