Artificial Sex

How much of our sexual desire is a result of our natural tendencies and how much is a result of society selling it to us.  If we were able to discern on a chemical level each one of our sexual inclinations, would we be able to see a  difference between desires that stem from our natural sexual disposition and desires that stem from the incessant attempts society uses sex as a stimulus.  If we were able to reach this point of finite chemical differences, could we build upon this to achieve a mental state where we would be able to control ourselves so well to be able to look at a ways society uses sex to sell that previously worked on us and say, "Fake.  Not interested."  Would our sexual activity be 100% based on the biological need from which it stems?  Are various sexual preferences that we think are real like tit size, ass size, kinky level etc. all fake?  Are all just a result of our conscious mind being fucked with by society since our birth?  If we were able to turn off our conscious sexual desires and we acted only on true to the bone natural ones, would humans reach a sexual state similar to other animals with mating seasons, seasons of mass ovulating etc?  Just a little something to chew on.

There is less disease amongst populations that live in colder environments

Cold prohibits growth
Hot promotes growth.

Bacteria cause disease and need heat to live
Viruses cause disease and heat.........do viruses spread the same rate in cold conditions as warm?

Ok, some viruses have evolved for colder temps and some for warmer, but the ways the ones for colder temperatures evolved was to form a icey coat around it so it can survive longer in the cold temperature, then once it makes itself into someone's body, the coat melts from the heat and it does its job. (check here for more details)

This shows that both need a warm environment to grow.  because they grow from hijacking the DNA of something that does need warm temps to grow.  They cannot be anything more than a slightly better or worse version of whoever they hijack.

That is some crazy sci-fi shit right there!!

First time I felt good being bad.

I saw two men carrying a bed spring.  It appeared they were carrying it for a long distance as I caught them crouching down as they took a rest. (Well don't pitch your tent there lads, because you are in the middle of the road!!!)

Although they were clearly struggling, I did not react to my desire to help them, and I kept walking.  Normally this is when I start to feel bad for not helping my fellow man, but then I thought, "With a man on each end, what would I do?  Awkwardly touch the middle left or middle right side of the bed as I NOT help these two men carry a big stiff LIGHT bed spring"

Finally my logic defeats my laziness.

How I define "DJ"

I define being a DJ as effectively plagiarizing other people's works and releasing it right at that the point where people are getting bored of the original but would still enjoy a plagiarized one, and then trying to show these people that you also have original work.

Possible correlations with STWO's remix  of 'Wifey' and Next's original:

• More people sharing the STWO's remix than people sharing Next's original work.

• The accumulated amount of views of videos depicting STWO's remix may be more than those of Next's original.

Possible explanations for these correlations:

• Popularity may be determined more by how many people share your work than by how many clicks you get.  The Click market may be too saturated.

Possible correlations to this correlation:

• Is a DJ's popularity correlated with the number of Remixes he or she has done?
• Is there a correlation between the number of Remixes a DJ has done with this DJ's popularity?
• If there is a negative correlation, is there a correlation between the number of times a DJ changes his name with the time it takes him to gain popularity? 

Tangents: Demistified.

Here is my attempt to solve the mystery of tangents (most likely I am the only one who thinks of them as such) using what limited knowledge I have about the physiology of the brain.

Brain is made up of little nuggets that store all the information we receive via our senses called neurons.  We have a lot of these neurons, though this article is not concerned with the actual number.  This neurons are all interconnected in various and mysterious patterns by another part of the brain called dendrites.  Please refer to the exciting picture below.

How I Care.

The news representative tried to put the surfer on a guilt trip by saying that the money he was using to buy food came from hard working Americans.  Shouldn't he feel guilty using such money if he himself as an healthy individual with functional arms, legs, and a head could go out, get a job and pay for his own food?  The surfer didn't seem to care.  Even I, as an Ex-hard working American, current hard working global citizen don't care.  I can't care about this.  It simply isn't relevant enough to my life.  I think it boils down to the fact that I don't care about money enough to care about this.  Let me explain.

Money never belongs to anyone (relevant to me).  From the moment it is minted until it is replaced by a new form of paying for goods and services it is constantly moving in and out of peoples hands and bank accounts.  This means the money I receive from a company was never mine and therefore when some of it is taken away from me for taxes before I ever see it - I don't care.  How can I care about something that is taken from me when I never owned it in the first place?  I didn't make the money.  I didn't put my hard work into creating money.  Therefore I can't place value in it.  But I do place value in the service I provided for which I received the money.  I provide a service and am paid money according to how valuable it is considered to be.  I then adjust my lifestyle according to what can be afforded by the amount of money I receive for the services I provide.  If the lifestyle I have under these circumstances is enjoyable then I continue this process with happiness and joy for all mankind.  If it is not, I continue to be happy me but I take my happiness elsewhere.  Some people choose to bite the hand that feeds them...that is good.  We need those kind of people.  They do stuff I don't care to do.  I am sure it is important.  I would rather find a place the already appreciates the service I provide and demonstrates this by providing enough money to allow for me to live comfortably.  If said place does not exist, then I will create it.  A comfortable life is contingent upon what I do, what I create, with whom I create, with whom I do.  Some people like my friend Chris like to do and create big projects with many people so they of course need a lot of money to support it.  Currently I do and create with my fiance Amy, my brothers Jonathan and Joseph, and myself.  That is a total of four people.  The projects we are doing are not huge and therefore we need a minimal amount of money (mostly just time) to support them.  As these projects grow in size, more people may get involved and as such more money will be needed.  This is all part of the growth of the things we do and create.  At no point is the focus more on the money than the lifestyle.  So when I see a news article trying to scare me by showing some stranger taking advantage of a system that takes in money I never owned....I simply don't care.  Here is how I could care.  I put many hours into a project with Jonathan.  We create a wooden bicycle that makes babies dance.  It was very difficult but satisfying to make.  Then suddenly this stranger comes and destroys it.  I would gladly care at that point.  In order for me to care about that surfer taking advantage of the foot stamps system, I would have to care about money to the point where I actually thought it was mine, then I would be concerned that some of it was being used to support this stranger, and then I would care.

I wonder if there is a correlation between how much value people place on money as an object and how much they care about things similar to this news report.

Cats and Kids will NEVER be the Same.

For many people, having a kid is a momentous occasion that requires little planning (since most kids are accidents.)  For me, having a kid is becoming a forced decision - by my job.  Over the course of this article I will explain many things about cats, and I will explain few things about frogs, and I will fail to explain anything about kids.

I have realized that to have a proper conversation with nearly 100% of everyone I work with I must have a kid.  I have tried to talk about other topics that I find interesting like frogs, frog soup, and how dragonflies start out as frogs; but every attempt I make is quickly turned into how her child loves frogs, or how his child would never eat a frog, or how their child is currently studying about dragonflies in school.  Unless I can bring "my child" into the conversation, my topic is quickly stolen and turned into something I no longer recognize.

What happened to parents who don't care about their children?

Fast forward a couple minutes.  I am saying goodbye to a bunch of kids as they are being picked up by parents who I never want to know and I see our school's security guard.  Male.  Tall.  Beard.  Possibly no children.  I decide to find out.  Turns out he has 3.  This time I unload my mind onto him with the hopes that maybe if I wear my opinions on my sleeve instead of constantly staring at mouths as globs of child dribbles out waiting for the prime moment to cut in with something intellectually stimulating I might have a chance.  What I got was, "Well, what if you got a dog or a cat?"  Instantly I think, "That doesn't make sense."

Rewind a couple hours.  Its my lunch break, I am driving to the thrift store because I can.  I see this fluffy flat blob on the side of the road.  I knew what it was but I decided to wait until I could see the front of it in my rear view mirror before I believed it.  My hunch was right, it was a dead kitten, and it was cute as hell.  Guess what I did?  You guessed it, I kept on driving.

I would never do that if it was a kid.