Flinging Poo

When we as adults engage in sexual activity with children around, we have to be careful when and where we do it, and we have to be relatively quiet about it. We tend to do it when the kids are nowhere around or are sound asleep. Even then, we tend to be quiet for fear they may hear us. The results is that many (most, perhaps), adults engage in sexual activity far less than they'd like and when they do it's less satisfying because they have to restrain themselves from vocalizing their euphoria. Thinking outside the box, this is silly! More, it's no wonder we tend to be sexually frustrated. How the heck did the children get here if not for it? It's sillier still when you realize that this whole thing is a more recent phenomena. For the last ten thousand years (excluding the last few hundred), sex was always done in front of children because a household slept in a single room. Excluding the wealthy, we were all still doing it until the Industrial Revolution created a middl...

If you are willing to accept that there are generally two branches of complex organisms (vertebrates and invertebrates), further accept that there are three primary forms of rock (igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary), and that all scientific proof backs up the supposition that rock takes a long time to form, then evolution is a theory only in name. No human bones have ever been found any deeper than the most superficial of layers of rock. The deeper you go into rock, the more you find a pattern emerge: vertebrates exist only in the most recently formed rock, whereas invertebrates can be found much, much deeper and further back in time. In itself, this is proof of evolution; that creatures around today evolved from a different form more distantly in the past. Having a sample of your DNA will quickly go so far as to prove where you evolved from even more recently. But let's delve a little more into the more immediately observable. There are sightless spiders in deep, dark caves...

The stereotypical risk-taker in society is a 6'2" rugged self-made millionaire, dynamic and all male. The reality is that you can dress an animal up any way you like, but beneath the societal norms lies the truth. The truth is the real person. Like the 'flight or fight' impulse is a similar one that is as crucial to the essence of what is true about the individual. It can be called Acceptable Risk. If you watch a wildlife film, there are often clips of predators and prey in close proximity. A lion may be striding through a plain and close by are seen zebras and antelopes. Why aren't they running away? The answer is simple: They balance the need to run with the need to eat or drink. Evolution dictates that the ones that survive are the ones that can best balance these two necessities. Too jittery (taking flight at the mere sight of any predator), and they starve to death. Wait too late to run away and you'll be caught and eaten. Somewhere in between has to be d...

Been watching documentaries on and reading about earliest Homo Sapiens out of Africa. 50-70,000 years ago. General concensus is there were two waves of migrations. First wave went through southern part of Arabia, skirting coast, to India, Indonesia, and to Australia. One branch went to central Asia. From here, some went westward to Europe. When the first homo sapiens arrived in Europe, there was already a large existing population of Neandertals there. Eventually, they displaced them, even though the Neandertals had larger, stronger bodies, and larger brains, with no evidence their technology was lesser. One possibility was that they did not have an advanced form of communication (language) and that they could not see larger ideas (no proof they fashioned musical instruments or carved figurines or painted). One branch from central Asia migrated towards Siberia and eventually took the land bridge route to North America. All Native Americans from North to South originate from as few as 1...

Hey! I have two bicycles. This post is about my first one: A 1985 ST400 touring bike by Cannondale. My other is a 2012 Cannondale, but this post is not about that one. My crank length is 172.5mm, the tire is a 27 x 1 1/4" (32-630), and my chainring is 50/45. The freewheel gears are 13/16/19/23/28/34. The weight of the bike is 24 lbs. Components are all Shimano 600. I'm generally on the small ring, second-smallest freewheel ring. That means for me to maintain 20mph, I have to do 87 rpm's. If I kept it on the same freewheel ring and just put the chainring on the 50 tooth one, I could maintain 20mph with a cadence of 78. Using my present bike: Goal: 22mph - 45/13 @ 78 rpm 50/16 @ 86 23mph - 50/16 @ 90 45/13 @ 81 24mph - 45/13 @ 85 50/13 @ 76 25mph - 45/13 @ 88 50/13 @ 79 26mph - 45/13 @ 92 50/13 @ 83 27mph - 50/13 @ 86 28mph - 50/13 @ 89 29mph - 50/13 @ 92 30mph - 50/13 @ 95 (hi) Quickly obvious from the chart above is that my ideal gear for 22 mph is e...

As I get older, I realize the implications of what that brings. Aches and pains become more of a constant thing to deal with. People that looked at you before now stare past you. Your world view becomes more narrowly focused: Either you become more conservative or more liberal. Sitting down, I take note of a pain in my ribs and instead of relagating it to the back of my mind without a thought, I entertain the possibility of something more ominous. Is it a sign of cancer? Is there something else wrong? Is it another thing breaking down within me? My attention to such matters becomes more acute. Things which never bothered me before become a more constant companion. A change in humidity or temperature I notice when my wrists become painful, or my shoulder, or neck, or back. When I never thought twice about how hard I exercised, now attention to my heart rate has to be be paramount among my concerns. I injure much more easily and instead of my body being fine in a day, it now takes weeks ...

Sitting on my porch, listening to the whistling wind, I recall a time not long past. I would often sit as far up the main mast as possible. This gave me a wide view of the ship below me. When I started off I would pull extra duty to stay out of the rigging and for some time my world was down there. It was an interesting life. The days would be filled with work and rarely did my gaze wander to the ocean all around me. It was as if my whole world lay within the boundaries of the wood as surely as the Great Fish the watery firmament. After a time, though, I tired of the conversations and intrigues of my companions and sought refuge in locations removed from their machinations. One of my best companions sought the comfort of the bowsprit because it lay so far forward the boat, but my stomach tended to be uncomfortable in such constantly varying movement. Strange it was that this should be so, I nevertheless found comfort such that it was in the sea. There was a camaraderie amongst us, as s...