And even more-
(indeed the question that spawned the prior inquisition-)
Are genders more partial to specific pitches and/or sounds?
(basically do women prefer a pitch/sound more than men, and do men prefer a sound/pitch more than women?)
i'm sure there are studies on this sort of thing----but i wanna discuss and formulate speculations before i go full fledged research on every one's asses.
Friday, July 31, 2009
most of my concept of life.....in shallow detail
okay so pretty much life is a glowing orb(the color of the orb may be associated with your aura) with a silk ribbon spiraling down it and eventually winding up itself. (If it reaches back to the top then the individual has become self-actualized or possibly altruistic by the time of death.)(*also it should be noted that the color of the ribbon indicates the over-all path you took in life -the energies you based actions upon, etc)
Inside the glowing orb is You. there are many layers and dimensions of You- indicating depth of consciousness and perspective. Also, the little spec we call You is divided (typically into the ID, EGO, and SUPER-EGO-)but is subject to change based on the individual. At the core of You there are 7 different energies known as chakras.
So basically the glowing orb is existence and the spiralling ribbon is the execution. Any questions??
haha- told you it was shallow detail.
Conflict! How Doth Thou Find Me With Such Ease?
A new conflict has risen in my mind:
Studies show shapes are associated with pitches.
Studies also show shapes being linked to gender.
But
What happens when the gender doesn’t match the pitch???
I’m going to go out on a limb her and saying gender traits are learned and often stereotypical( unless they are an archetype which are universal hence considered truth in my books)- they’re a cultural phenomena more so than an exact science.
When you think of a circle you can hear a low pitched tone most of the time.
When you think of a triangle a higher pitch may come to mind.
But circles are generally associated with women and triangles with men- and women are generally linked to higher pitches and men to lower. Maybe that’s just my take, or American culture’s perspective. But none the less it’s conflicting (to my mind).
Perhaps it’s more size than shape that dictates pitch.
But isn’t size generally associated with volume?
Oh golly I’m so thrown off right now…. if anybody out there has an idea PLEASE- talk to me!
Studies show shapes are associated with pitches.
Studies also show shapes being linked to gender.
But
What happens when the gender doesn’t match the pitch???
I’m going to go out on a limb her and saying gender traits are learned and often stereotypical( unless they are an archetype which are universal hence considered truth in my books)- they’re a cultural phenomena more so than an exact science.
When you think of a circle you can hear a low pitched tone most of the time.
When you think of a triangle a higher pitch may come to mind.
But circles are generally associated with women and triangles with men- and women are generally linked to higher pitches and men to lower. Maybe that’s just my take, or American culture’s perspective. But none the less it’s conflicting (to my mind).
Perhaps it’s more size than shape that dictates pitch.
But isn’t size generally associated with volume?
Oh golly I’m so thrown off right now…. if anybody out there has an idea PLEASE- talk to me!
simi-rough draft: The Deliciousness and His Bunch of Grapes
The Deliciousness and His Bunch of Grapes
Little Ali, lonely as could be, wondered through the muggy vineyard. Mouth full of cotton she wept, for the empty air had consumed her time and will. Steamy tears fell to her ripening breasts and streamed down her modest yet exposed cleavage. Were they tears or beads of humidity some may wonder?
For hours she walked through the maze of vines and shrubs, certain that there really was no point in life other than death.
As Ali turned a corner of the relentless maze her eyes were nearly pulled from her skull. There- 113 yards from her feet were the most luscious and gargantuan grapes her sight finders had ever beheld. A mad dash led to her pink finger tips to tickle the skin of a juicy green grape. Before her cerebral cortex could relay information to her motor cortex Ali tasted the sour juices of the green grape. She immediately regretted her impulsive actions and smacked herself repeatedly over the front of her head.
These grapes are OBVIOUSLY not ripe! She thought.
And before she could think to walk away a realization surfaced. Though the grape was sour in taste, it had moistened her lips and given her tongue slight gratification. Indeed the concept of thirst had not been acknowledged until that very moment.
Another stimulus was discovered that moment- the largest, most perfect grape to be known to little Ali’s conscious life and wildest dreams! All this time it had been inconspicuously growing under the other grapes. Ali’s mouth watered and her heart thumped like a wood pecker’s beak against a tree. She wanted so badly its juices to introduce themselves to her many dry taste-buds.
This however was not accomplished because the recollection of sour flavors was all too fresh in her mind. Instead she decided that she’d tend to the grape until its adulthood. She read once, that if you talk to plants they’ll grow faster and healthier than regular plants. With this in mind she even decided to name the larger-than-life fruit. The Deliciousness it was coined. The Deliciousness was also designated a gender (to better connect was Ali’s reasoning.)
And so it was, Ali would raise The Deliciousness and his bunch of grapes until they were fit and ripe. (Because everyone knows young green grapes grow up to make splendid Pinot Noir.)
The days passed and turned to weeks and every hour Ali would tend to the fruit and sing it wonderful melodies and personal renditions of Creedence Clearwater Revival tunes. The Deliciousness grew even larger (much to the girl’s surprise,) and darker every time! The petite red-head became so fond of her new precious she almost dreaded the thought of killing him (but this was easily resolved when the cotton in her mouth rebelled and expanded like mold.)
Finally the day came- The Deliciousness reached his prime and was ready for the picking. Ali’s eyes filled with a sting and she felt a prick in her chest to know soon she’d be alone again, with no one and nothing but herself to enjoy. Through this though, she knew the enjoyment she’d receive from the nectar of her workings would far prevail.
Ali sang one more CCR song to the gang of grapes, a sort of bidding good bye, sort of assurance of pick them at their most prime.
From here on the memory gets dim. All that is known is that once Ali filled her mouth with the nectar of gratification she slipped into a dream-state and decided to reside there permanently.
Little Ali, lonely as could be, wondered through the muggy vineyard. Mouth full of cotton she wept, for the empty air had consumed her time and will. Steamy tears fell to her ripening breasts and streamed down her modest yet exposed cleavage. Were they tears or beads of humidity some may wonder?
For hours she walked through the maze of vines and shrubs, certain that there really was no point in life other than death.
As Ali turned a corner of the relentless maze her eyes were nearly pulled from her skull. There- 113 yards from her feet were the most luscious and gargantuan grapes her sight finders had ever beheld. A mad dash led to her pink finger tips to tickle the skin of a juicy green grape. Before her cerebral cortex could relay information to her motor cortex Ali tasted the sour juices of the green grape. She immediately regretted her impulsive actions and smacked herself repeatedly over the front of her head.
These grapes are OBVIOUSLY not ripe! She thought.
And before she could think to walk away a realization surfaced. Though the grape was sour in taste, it had moistened her lips and given her tongue slight gratification. Indeed the concept of thirst had not been acknowledged until that very moment.
Another stimulus was discovered that moment- the largest, most perfect grape to be known to little Ali’s conscious life and wildest dreams! All this time it had been inconspicuously growing under the other grapes. Ali’s mouth watered and her heart thumped like a wood pecker’s beak against a tree. She wanted so badly its juices to introduce themselves to her many dry taste-buds.
This however was not accomplished because the recollection of sour flavors was all too fresh in her mind. Instead she decided that she’d tend to the grape until its adulthood. She read once, that if you talk to plants they’ll grow faster and healthier than regular plants. With this in mind she even decided to name the larger-than-life fruit. The Deliciousness it was coined. The Deliciousness was also designated a gender (to better connect was Ali’s reasoning.)
And so it was, Ali would raise The Deliciousness and his bunch of grapes until they were fit and ripe. (Because everyone knows young green grapes grow up to make splendid Pinot Noir.)
The days passed and turned to weeks and every hour Ali would tend to the fruit and sing it wonderful melodies and personal renditions of Creedence Clearwater Revival tunes. The Deliciousness grew even larger (much to the girl’s surprise,) and darker every time! The petite red-head became so fond of her new precious she almost dreaded the thought of killing him (but this was easily resolved when the cotton in her mouth rebelled and expanded like mold.)
Finally the day came- The Deliciousness reached his prime and was ready for the picking. Ali’s eyes filled with a sting and she felt a prick in her chest to know soon she’d be alone again, with no one and nothing but herself to enjoy. Through this though, she knew the enjoyment she’d receive from the nectar of her workings would far prevail.
Ali sang one more CCR song to the gang of grapes, a sort of bidding good bye, sort of assurance of pick them at their most prime.
From here on the memory gets dim. All that is known is that once Ali filled her mouth with the nectar of gratification she slipped into a dream-state and decided to reside there permanently.
Friday, July 24, 2009
my Life is soooo Awesome!
i sit at a desk after-hours feeling like i'm inside a hot pocket.
(but not the hot pocket i'd like to be in- HAHA!)
Time passes as i spin in my office chair. 3-2-1 lift off go my feet from the floor and weee! Yes, surely spinning in circles 5x will help BALANCE my equilibrium. Brilliant!
I get to listen to The Blow-which is the perfect band for all nerdy hot lesbian librarians in their 20's....(not that i'm any of those things)with a little bit of a kinky side
(strap-ons anyone??)
I'm fantasizing about double eyebrow piercings-
And getting oddly turned on by images of robots fucking hot sluts on their backs.
haha no i'm just in a vulgar mood (but robots fucking women is making me a new kind of wet)
i want to go on....but somethings telling me to stop. Guess i'll finish later lol
(or will i? *suspicious darting eyes*)
(but not the hot pocket i'd like to be in- HAHA!)
Time passes as i spin in my office chair. 3-2-1 lift off go my feet from the floor and weee! Yes, surely spinning in circles 5x will help BALANCE my equilibrium. Brilliant!
I get to listen to The Blow-which is the perfect band for all nerdy hot lesbian librarians in their 20's....(not that i'm any of those things)with a little bit of a kinky side
(strap-ons anyone??)
I'm fantasizing about double eyebrow piercings-
And getting oddly turned on by images of robots fucking hot sluts on their backs.
haha no i'm just in a vulgar mood (but robots fucking women is making me a new kind of wet)
i want to go on....but somethings telling me to stop. Guess i'll finish later lol
(or will i? *suspicious darting eyes*)
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