Month: December 2010

The Biochemical Origins of Raaaaahh

There is a group in England called the Sense About Science campaign, and they’ve been turning a skeptical eye on some of the more outrageous health and wellness claims made by celebrities.  Buried in the article I read about their project is this absolute gem:

One of the highlights for SAS was a tip from cage fighter Alex Reid, who told The Sun tabloid newspaper in April that he “reabsorbs” his sperm to prepare for a big fight.

“It’s actually very good for a man to have unprotected sex as long as he doesn’t ejaculate. Because I believe that all that semen has a lot of nutrition. A tablespoon of semen has your equivalent of steak, eggs, lemons and oranges. I am reabsorbing it into my body and it makes me go raaaaahh,” he said.

I think my favorite part is the specificity.  Steak, eggs, lemons, and oranges.  A combination that I’m sure will be known as the Ejaculate Platter when Mr. Reid retires from the cage and opens his line of signature restaurants. (Actually — per a google search that I never suspected I would type — it looks like he is a reader of Vice Magazine. (maybe NSFW) You don’t need to read the whole article, just scroll down and you’ll see what I mean.)

From now on, whenever I encounter people engaging in the fallacy of thinking that just because someone is successful that makes them generally worth listening to, I am going to imagine that they are earnestly telling me that a man having unprotected sex is one of the most nutritious of all possible activities.

New Computer, New Desktop

As my Asus Eee netbook committed the kind of suicide that fills the room with the smell of burning plastic, I’ve switched to an 11-inch MacBook Air for on-the-go computing. My background on the Asus was an image from  Shaun Tan’s Tales Of Outer Suburbia, made available by Tor.com when he was nominated for the Best Artist Hugo award. It’s a lovely image, but new hardware and a new OS require a new decor. Tan’s drawing was intricately detailed and busy, so for the new laptop I’ve chosen something minimal and clean: the poster from my favorite movie, set against a matching background. (Finding images to use that don’t require background fills is a bit tricky; the 11-in. Air has a 1366 x 768 screen.)

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So thats my desktop.  Anyone else want to show theirs?

Lawrence Weschler on On The Media

Today NPR’s program On The Media featured a fascinating discussion with Lawrence Weschler on the topic of the inherent fictitious aspects of journalism and nonfiction.  Weschler proposes a nuanced view of what constitutes truth in journalism and nonfiction, but more interesting to me is his implicit identification of the responsibilities of a reader.  Weschler says that as readers we have a responsibility to evaluate works of journalism “as an adult encountering another adult in the world,” which I understand to mean that while we have a right to expect a good-faith effort on the part of journalists, we as readers hold ultimate responsibility for our own credulity. The relevant portion of the program is embedded below.

Night of the Long Screwdrivers

I woke up to discover a brutal scene in my dining room.

Only two days after I acquired my 11″ MacBook Air, it has eliminated all possible threats to its power by savaging the only other ultraportable laptop in the apartment.  The smaller, plastic-bodied Asus Eee 1000HE — already weakened by a year of battering and no longer able to reliably power up — never stood a chance.

The Eee served me well for a while, but as you can see there is no point in getting sentimental.  Pieces of the Eee will live on; I will get an enclosure for the hard drive and use it as an on-the-go backup disk, and that lonely gig of memory will find its way into something.  The rest will be recycled or sold as replacement parts for Eees of greater fitness.

Working Out Your Issues By Dressing Them Up As Science

On Twitter, Annalee Newitz draws attention to “one of the most heinous things I have ever read.”  It’s a paper by a Dr. Rhawn Joseph, printed in the fringe publication “Journal of Cosmology.”  The paper is ostensibly about sex in space, but is really about safe handling of the Dangerous Human Sex Object, with its fragile internal gonads and its morale-destroying seductiveness.  It contains sober and insightful observations, such as:

  • “Biologically, females serve one purpose: to get pregnant.”
  • “[T]he human female has evolved the cognitive and intellectual capacity to employ cosmetics, perfumes, colorful clothing, push up bras, high heals, [sic] and so on…”
  • “If women accompany men on a human Mission to Mars, are they at risk for rape? Or is the greater risk, falling in love and then pregnancy?”
  • “Female primates will also attack and fight among themselves for the opportunity to have sex with a high ranking male,”
  • “Unfortunately, although a few women have flown on the International Space Station for periods longer than 100 days (e.g., Sunita Williams, 194 days, Dr. Peggy Whitson, 350 days) privacy concerns have prevented the collection and reporting of data on female menstrual functioning for long duration space missions.”
  • “[Were a woman to get pregnant on a long space mission] [s]tress levels would rise, as would irritability, resulting in considerable hostility and anger directed toward the mother and father unless, perhaps, she had sex with multiple astronauts and the identity of the father was unknown.”
  • “Naturally, if a few males monopolize the available females, the other male astronauts will respond negatively and this may lead to violence. This can be avoided by a rule which relieves the monopolizer of command in cases of sexual monopolization, thereby stripping any male of the high status which made female astronauts prefer him to the other male astronauts.”
  • “Although male and female astronauts could be trained to “share and share alike” so that sexual favors are provided equally to one and all, perhaps a better solution might be to send two space craft, one with an all male crew and another with an all female crew.”

I’m just scratching the surface of this masterpiece, but to summarize: women (or, as Joseph seems to almost prefer, “female primates”) will endanger space missions by selfishly manipulating the (inevitably male) mission commanders to put inadvisable babies in their irradiated wombs, and the only safe way to include them is to either teach them to equitably provide sex to all interested men, or else to shoot their divisive breasts and vaginas to Mars in a special convent rocket.

The paper lists around 100 references, and only a mere twenty of them are the author referencing himself.  What’s more, the place it was published has the word “cosmology” in the title.  This is clearly serious scholarship; I must know more about this man and his work.  Fortunately for me, he has a website.  Tucked away between the artful pictures of himself staring significantly into the distance, his poetry, and his proud republication of his Amazon reviews, there is a 2300 word personal essay titled, “A VERY BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL RESEARCH NOTE,”  which concludes:

Dr. Joseph is single and is not married.

Although he has certainly had his wild times, chasing women and carousing late at night, Joseph lives the life of a scholar and scientist who sometimes runs with the wolves.

He is an artist, musician, has written screenplays, and has authored short stories and books under other names, co-wrote a highly successful off-Broadway play, and has created over 60 documentary films which have been viewed over 20 million times.

When he is not working, Dr. Joseph spends a considerable amount of time walking in the mountains, in the woods, and near the sea…thinking. Always thinking.

What an amazing man.  He must be very strong to have successfully resisted all of the female primates who want to better themselves by birthing his offspring.