Guess who saw Dralion by Cirque du Soleil last night? Yes. That would be me. As I was sitting under the Big Top, soaking up the smell of hot buttered popcorn, I realized that it had been nearly 8 years since I worked for Dralion in Denver. Eight years. That was back when Erik Karol was singing and Victor Kee was slithering all over the stage like some sort of super sexy python. That’s not to say that the newly updated show sans slithering was bad. It was in fact awe-inspiring and left me all sorts of retarded for at least 3 hours after. I tell you, there’s something absolutely profound and mesmerizing about watching bodies in action – I freaking love that stuff.
At any rate…
¡Comenzaremos el rodeo de Sábado!
Hooray Large Hadron Collider!
I had the opportunity to talk with Mark this week (ok, so I might have squealed with joy while flailing and spinning in my chair; “Your voice is so much deeper than I remember! That’s WICKED hot!!!”. He had the grace to laugh) who told me about the “Sydney Man Drought”. Ok, so it’s not just me then?
No. It’s just me. As it turns out, the data that I’ve looked at is pretty dodgy; I feel like Salt’s making some pretty far reaching assumptions without taking into account the problems inherent in information like census data.
Not that this prevents me from passing notes to cute strangers on the bus (much to their horror) that say:
Hi – my name is [Dirt Warrior] and you are rather cute. [phone number] Have a lovely day.
Quick Aside: I apologise about these recent posts filled with half naked men and my subsequent drooling – I’m not normally this bad. Must be the prolonged exposure to UV rays.
Last week I wrote a rather long post about consumer desire, beer and hot naked men (my three favorite things!) and after reading said post, John (fabulous person that he is) turned me on to “behavioral economist” Dan Ariely’s book Predictably/Irrational. I skimmed through Ariely’s website (which came off a little tacky; overkill anyone?) and decided that I would be interested in reading the book. Unfortunately the library doesn’t have a copy and books are horribly expensive in Australia (I’m still not quite able to wrap my brain around that) so I took a look at the extensive research section in hopes that I could get a little somethin’ somethin’ there. Mind you, I did not read every article exhaustively and am making no claim to understand the guy’s full scope of work, but there are a couple of things about the research that stick in my craw. Lucky for you I’ve already spent far too much time on this post and will have to discuss that at a later date.
Go and poke around GenderSite, a pretty cool page all about gender and the built environment. (Thanks Savage Minds!)
Paul Mason at Neuroanthropology writes a very funny, tongue-in-cheek post about Brewer’s Yeast (and the eventual fall of humankind). Nick, I know you’ll enjoy this one if you’re still brewing in your basement or have any sense of humour (“schweethart!”).
It’s good to know that I’m not the only one making a drunken ass of myself (pants optional.)
Alaskans are sounding off about Palin and if McCain wins the presidency, I hope to god that he doesn’t kick the bucket with Palin as VP. PS: We’re still waiting for your answers Senator McCain.
A message to John Stewart: please father my children.
Ann Coulter is still the craziest bitch on the face of the earth.
It’s no secret that The Onion owns a substantial portion of my soul and is probably the number one reason that I can’t be left alone near a computer while I’m trying to do homework. This week was no exception and had me in near hysterics. I’ll soon need to tone it down or I’ll give myself an aneurysm. (Oh, and the commas? Irony, totally, noted.)
My love for the Perry Bible Fellowship proves without a doubt that I am going to hell.
I’m convinced that I need this delightful DJ Shadow Badge Track Jacket and (finally!) t-shirts from someecards.com.
While I make a sweaty mess of myself at the gym, at least one of the 6 flat-screen plasma TV’s hanging from the ceiling plays Australia’s Max Music TV. A couple of weeks ago they featured a massive Top 5000 countdown that lasted nearly a week. Because I can rarely be bothered to charge my MP3 player, I found myself listening to quite a few of the songs and this is how I found The John Butler Trio.
As many of you know, I have an unhealthy love for the Indigo Girls and all things lyrically uplifting and poignant. Enter Better Than and Zebra – two Trio songs that get played 20 times a day in my head:
I know sometimes things can get hard, but you should know by now they come and they go so why do I look to the other side? Because I know the grass is greener, but just as hard to mow. – From Better Than
I could be just like the calm before the storm waiting for all hell to break loose. I could be innocent or I could be guilty – doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in no noose. – From Zebra
Mmmmm, can you smell the freshie? I can.
Speaking of music, Junior Senior’s video for “Move Your Feet” is brilliant!
Ugh. Chew on THAT for a bit because I’m off to derby practice!
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