Friday, June 29, 2012

Moar ear candy

I love NPR. They are the reason I begin to have an appreciation for musicians who make lyrical poetry to match their songs.Otherwise, I'm basically melody driven. The song could be about monkeys fornicating for all I care, which is how I enjoy opera and songs in a language I don't comprehend.

Simone White's Big Dreams and the Headlines.



Patrick Watson's Adventure in Your Own Backyard.



Sinead O'Connor's I Had a Baby.



And of course, her iconic anthem.



Have a great weekend, y'all!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Ear candy

I have been listening to this over and over. The riffs, navel gazing lyrics ...

 

Delicious. This is my approximation of poetry appreciation.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Geek humour

To survive the midweek madness, some humour is needed.


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Free verse

Loneliness can keep haunting you ...
        Buried in your psyche ...
                Loving the journey ...
                        Dreading the destiny ...

 Stolen faith, lost tenderness

 Buried under water ...

Monday, June 18, 2012

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Aurgasm

Nina Persson started out her singing career with The Cardigans, purveying sweet bubblegum pop music that hid a dark core, telling stories more relevant to Brothers Grimm than Disney sweetness. Kinda like sucking a lime candy and then you hit the super sour melty centre. Their first huge hit made me think about what it's like to hit acid just before going out on a date with your crush.



Yes, I have a weakness for retro-like music. This song was practically the soundtrack of my pre-university days. Now you know how old I really am.

Massive fangirling and moar ear candy after the cut.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The ties that bind

Pregnancy is a miraculous thing. The human body is designed to expel whatever that is strange or foreign to it; that's the basis of our immune system (yes, our bodies are racist, get over it). But here we have an infestation of an organism (or even more) with half of its genetic material coming from a foreign source, and the woman's body adapts to nourishing and protecting it (except in rare cases).

When the time comes, the foreign organism makes the host's body expel it, with a great deal of labour (ahem) and pain. Et voila! A baby is now born. A helpless, piteously mewling little thing that is completely dependent on the former host (if lucky, and host's partner) for everything from food, water to shelter. And for the most part, the host is supportive and protective.

O_____o

I mean, this organism has made your life difficult for the best part of nine months,  takes it's own sweet time to get out with much effort and discomfort on your part, and you welcome it with open arms? Superficially, it doesn't sound logical to grow attached and wanting ferociously to take care of what is, essentially, a parasite on your physiological and material resources.

But you do and that is thanks to the bonding molecule, oxytocin. No, not superglue.

Oxytocin doesn't just make a mother tend to be more nurturing (particularly breastfeeding mum), but it can also be stimulated in others. Visual cues such as a baby's cuteness, is thought to elicit the hypothalamus to produce oxytocin, making us want to coo and cuddle the adorkable little things.

To wit, my current source of oxytocin tsunami.

 Stolen with permission from my cousin
 
Escape artist have escaped the swaddling.  
  Dinner with mummy, post bath.








Tea time with big sister. 

 Oxytocin has also been implicated in development of trust and relationship-building behaviour. It appears that oxytocin starvation leads to impaired moral conduct. Could we one day modulate antisocial behaviour with judicious application of oxytocin?

Who knows?

But it would be great to find out, don't you think?

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Call me, maybe?

My dear, this is a humongous reason why refining your gaydar is extremely important.


Like ... I have no words. *facepalm*

Monday, June 11, 2012

*flails*

The cutest photobomber to rival Mr Gosling!


I can't wait to see this. Love how non-American actors are brilliant at sounding more American than apple pie.




Thursday, June 7, 2012

Soundtrack of your life ...

Embrace the unsilent voices in your head ...


Theme song is this:



Stress management, let me show you it.
Theme song:



Sometimes, only a small encouragement is necessary.
Theme song:


Ah, the theme of my halcyon days ...

Theme song:



A question for the ages ..


Theme song:


I love sleeping with sharks ... toy sharks, that is ...

Theme song



Have a good weekend, y'all!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Midweek sh*ts and giggles

 
  


















The rest is under cut for sheer NSFW-ness. What can I say? I is tak senonoh.