Humor and curiosity

Wednesday is a health day: facial, ears cleaned, haircut and long luxurious sex after an oil massage. She is twenty, strong, cute, willing, ready and able. They've known each other three months. She doesn't make crazy demands.

The time to settle down will never come.

You are a prophet visionary.

East child: how did I grow?

West child: how did I get here?

Whisper teacher - I love everything that flows.

Humor and curiosity are the two most important components of intelligence.

 

 

Species Specific - TLC 26

Welcome to another episode of Variations of The Species.

Today’s panel of exotic mutating organisms: Dancing cockroach. Used-car salesman. A soldier. IMF banker. Cambodian orphan. Amputee. Laotian monk. A genetically altered replica of your DNA, thanks to Crick and Watson, elementary. Some can and some Kant. Komodo dragon. Linguistic gardener. Blind typist. Mute femme fatale. A gravedigger.

The panel has agreed in scientific theoretical terms beyond a reasonable logical doubt to abstain from personal slander, libelous defamatory remarks and farting.

Profound physicists have proven that natural gas released by farting with regularity since the beginning of recorded time on Sumerian clay tablets leads to the demise, downfall, up-fall, where-with-all, you know it all disintegration of icebergs, glaciers, animals, plant populations, rainforests and human civilization.

It contributes to the extinction of diverse species. Period.

In conclusion we caution our panel of organisms to abstain from eating processed fatty foods high in sodium and imbibing fizzy sugar liquids while maintaining a high intake of organic nutrients like Korean red ginseng, gingko and lemongrass tea with Freedom after dark under a burning red light.

The Language Company

trade sex for security

He sat at an Indonesian warung, a cheap food place offering white virgin rice, spicy chilly, egg, green veggies, tempe, tofu, deep fried crackers, on the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Smokers called it the Berlin Wall because they could smoke away from the inquisitive prying eyes of parents and administration moles. Desk jockeys in green plaid. Hot and sticky tropics. He’d escaped from the tyranny of noisy educational sad robots trapped in their futile expectations of perpetual childhood.

An illiterate village woman piled her trash near a grove of banana trees. She lit a fire. Roosters, hens and chicks scattered. Smoke curled around a man pushing his chipped blue plywood cart loaded with plastic dishes, cheap cloth, simple tools, brushes, mops, bags, hats, and basic household goods. Rolling wheels through neighborhoods.

Cumulus clouds gathered momentum.

Nearby were yelling village people. A tall thin woman teased her 4-year old monkey boy child.

Pregnancy was her ticket out of hell, loneliness and misery.

In world villages you traded sex for security. Father ran away to impregnate new victims. A mother tormented the kid. He cried. She laughed at him. She created a mini-monster. A boy who hated women now and later. He was dependent on them for food and affection.

In the future he’d kill her with a sharp machete. A mother and daughter uttered primal grunt sounds. A mother combed her daughter’s hair scavenging follicles for nits and lice. Protein. Human evolution.

Crying children. Perpetual distractions. Emotional zombies, minus seven. Time=death. Life is a temporary condition.

Dear Lucy Chimp Child

I learnt to write before reading. Letters. Strings of pictures. Read nature.

Word pictures. Yeah. Grunts and ughs and yahoo wows and gestures and sings signs and more gestures. 

So it goes. Eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle. How did we evolve? Answer evidence.

Anyway, I walked from Ethiopia to I don't know where. New climate and landscape.

Someone, probably a Homo Stupendous had fire. I saw the light. It was in a shelter. A hole in the ground covered with branches and animal skins. Maybe a cave. 

Our tribe wanted to stole it. They made a plan. Brain power. Sneak up.

We asked, using our gesturing language. Limited. Share?

Go away!

They threw sticks and stones at us. 

Find your own fire. 

It's a struggle.

Bye.

Grunt Loud

Namaste,

A cool reality being a hominid is grunting. Still happening. Huh? Huh?

A kid in Asia - uuuugggghhhhhhhhggggg. (i'm bored)

Pay attention, said Hominid Habilis.

I am the early form. Before.

Erectus. 

Later in the saga of human development were gutteral vocalizations. Me BIG. You Small. Me connected to earth, water, air and hammering.

Hammering? What's that, said Habilis.

It's like this, said Hominid picking up a stone. Watch this! Erectus bashed two stones together.

Wow, said Homonid, I'm impressed.

Yeah, get this, said Erectus 2 milion years ago. I plan. I design. I have a small brain. Like now. Grunt.

I created Acheulian tools. You might say, using paleomagnetic dating, my tear-shaped axe was the Swiss Army knife. Then.

So what? 

I used it to chop wood. I used it to butcher animals.

You were very advanced. Considering. Then?

I dropped it.

Metta.