Sing into my mouth.

In the course of my travels through the landscape of the internet the other day I came across this:

The only lovers left alive.

At first I was actually stunned by how pretty and serene the moving image was. I thought to myself, “That is really quite pretty,” which is somewhat uncharacteristic of me.

Later, I looked at it again and it terrified me somewhat. It look on an ethereal quality, something more haunting. It was no longer just two people, frozen in a moment of happy contentment. Suddenly it looked almost… ghostly, you know? It got me thinking about the web of time, the way memories are sliced separate from reality. Some moments are really quite lovely, if only they could be frozen in place,  allowed to continue on forever, unaware of the progress or decline that comes as the world continues spinning past them. How wonderful it would be if you could preserve them like this, but wouldn’t that deprive them of their meaning, leaving them stripped of their context and ultimately hollow?

Oh well. Just thinking. Every love story eventually becomes a ghost story, and every happy home eventually becomes a haunted house.

Unpublished author pizza party.

Just some things I like today…

by Grant Snider, from here.

and

from here.

Also, this: Literary Fiction is a genre: A list.

After this: 60 posts to go.

Old shit/new shit.

from here.

I don’t think I had high hopes for 2011, or at least I didn’t expect much from it, and by those same criteria, it didn’t exactly let me down. It was a year that just happened when it was happening, and now it’s time for something else to happen. I’m a little more excited about the onset of 2012, maybe not right now, but I’m certainly more excited about the possibilities that come with this new cycle of love and weather and suffering and laughing and music and despair and happiness and beautiful strangeness. It’ll either be the end of the world, or I swear to God, I’ll certainly squeeze the kind of fun out of it that I would similarily take from the end of the world (as we know it).

Sex (I’m A…).

Yesterday…

from here.

…I discovered not what I’d call my favorite new twitter account, but certainly my favorite new weird twitter account: OMG Facts SEX. It’s an offshoot of a site called OMG Facts, and there’s other categories as well, including: OMG Facts ANIMALS, OMG Facts CELEBS, and OMG Facts SPORTS. Be careful not to mix all four of those together or you might have a real party on your hands.

Here are some selections from the OMG Facts SEX twitter…

from here.

White women with a college degree are the most receptive to anal sex. 30% of U.S. males have had a homosexual encounter. Outside of the bedroom, the most common place for adults in the U.S. to have sex is the car. A woman’s least favorite spot for sex is the car. Nearly a quarter of mental health professionals have had sexual contact with their patients. Masturbation is more common among white-collar workers than blue-collar workers. Otters can get herpes. Rasputin was famous for having a 13 inch penis.

from here.

Condoms as we know them didn’t appear until 1878. 1 in 4 women can’t name all of their past lovers. The punishment for bestiality in the Middle Ages was for both you AND your “partner” to be burned at the stake. Leonardo da Vinci was bi (probably). When a single women and a married man have an affair, 70% of the time the man ends it. The word “gymnasium” comes from the Greek word gymnazein which means “to exercise naked.” A male fetus is capable of an erection in the last trimester. Redheads are the least popular call girls.

from here.

The name Venerial Disease comes from the latin phrase meaning “the sickness of Venus” (goddess of love). Women are most likely to want to cheat when they are ovulating. Most turkeys and giraffes are bisexual. The average speed of ejaculation is 28 miles per hour. Sex is a natural antihistamine, it can help combat asthma and hay fever. During 30 minutes of active sex, the average person burns around 200 calories. When women orgasm, the areas of the brain associated with fear shut off. One in every four Americans is “too tired” to have sex.

In Nevada, prostitution is only legal in towns with a population of less than 2000. Women who went to college are more likely than high school dropouts to enjoy giving oral sex. 34% of first kisses happen at a party. Mariah Carey likes to wear her shoes in bed while having sex. A Scottish study found that following sexual release, people had an easier time with public speaking. More women talk dirty during sex than men. Readers of Cosmopolitan said that they’re more turned on by music than pornography.

Look inside your heart and you will find it there.

I want to thank my homie Conrad for another great post yesterday and man, just what a great message. Especially with all the intolerance in the world and every crazy thing out there going on, particularly of late, the situation in Iran. Conrad Noir is going to take it upon himself to just heal the whole fucking world, one internet reader after another, right?

Also, I’d like to share with him one of my favorite tracks by a band, I really like, the Delgados:

The song is called “All You Need Is Hate” off their brilliant album Hate, and you know what? I love it. I happily discovered the Delgados about two years ago, right around the time I was re-discovering Low, and I’m happy to report that while I do love Stars, the Delgados were Stars before Stars were. I just wish that the video for “Hate” was… better. But that won’t stop me from sharing the video for one of my favorite Stars songs with you. Here’s “Window Bird.”

Then, there’s Low, which I mentioned before. I don’t know how to describe Low to you, or not in a level of detail I care to. They’re a literate and somewhat sad to the core (or deeper) type rock band (or slowcore band, more accurately), again similar to Stars in a lot of ways. There album, Things We Lost In The Fire, is essential (and it’s where that Benecio Del Toro and Halle Berry movie got it’s name from), and so is the album, Trust. Since I’ve already preached hate here apparently, I’ll leave you powerfully, poignantly sad here with their song “Point Of Disgust” from the aforementioned Trust. Maybe music will breach the divide between all of us and heal our hard hearts? I sincerely doubt it, but you never know. Enjoy the song and have a nice day.