Can a shawl be sexy?

Had a coffee date with T (apparently it's customary to speak in code when writing about real people) but we drank hot chocolate. Had I not my empiricism I would doubt that she actually exists, such is her flawlessness.

Topics discussed: what an IT course actually entails (still not clear); worst pick-up line ever used on her (predictably she never knows when one is being used);she is sick of ulterior motives (or something); I should give her singing lessons, apparently; she wants to see me perform, possibly only with GGAB; she didn't watch the grand final and had no point of reference for my David Hobson semi-link.

Topics whirring through my mind: how is she making that shawl work?; hopefully she'll say something stupid and reassure me that she is not perfect; 'enigmatic eyes' and body language; women with accents are 100% sexier than those without; I have no idea what to make of any of it.

Perhaps she would like Mack and Mabel, which I'm seeing soon.

Smiles.

Australopithecus Idioticus

Serendipitously, the Creationsim v. Evolution by natural selection non-argument has reared its ugly head more than a few times in the last few days.

Years ago I remember being told by a friend that evolution had been 'disproved' by the discovery of a lobster's eye that somehow defied Darwin. Years later and I've found what he must have been talking about. I won't link to the site because I can't link elegantly yet (you know, where you just say 'click here'), and I wouldn't want to expose people to Creationist propaganda without having a very good online source for evolutionary biology.

Anyway, lobsters have eyes that are rectangular and reflect light rather than refract light, somehow enabling them to see only when light enters their eye at right angles. For some reason Creationists seem to think this disproves evolution by natural selection, despite what I learnt very early in my Critical Thinking course about evidence being cumulative, and one piece of evidence stacked against a mountain isn't very likely to be strong enough.
This is out of my depth a little, so I tried to find some refutations of this specific lobster-eye example, but to no avail.

This debate has been in the forefront of my mind for a few days now, partly because one of my subjects this semester is, while being in the anthropology department, an intersection of neuroscience, psychology, evolutionary studies, physical anthropology and all kinds of things one doesn't expect to deal with in the Arts faculty. This subject is all about evolution and requires that we read 5 books on the topic. On top of that I bought Richard Dawkins' 'A Devil's Chaplain', which is a collection of essays:the one I'm up to at the moment just so happens to be on the Creationist idiocy.

I'm still searching for a specific refutation of this lobster business, which I could probably do with the little knowledge of evolution I have, but would much prefer an evolutionary biologist or someone of some authority to throw light.

All this came to a head in my mind when I actually came into contact with, and held in my hands in disbelief, a small pamphlet-style booklet, printed in 1993 and sold for 75c, called 'Dinosaurs and Creation?'

It made me feel sick.

Heat degrees

The place: Heat 'Discoteque and Cocktail bar' (Also known as the locus point where dignity collapses on itself).

I spoke to four males, three by virtue of sitting at the bar, sinking Tooheys (beer on tap in these places is beyond pathetic)after losing the people I was with in the haze.

Sam - was with a girl, and we made some joking comments at her expense and the short exchange ended with him buying me a drink. No wonder there are so many horrible women out there: it becomes clear how many females venture out with little or no money, relying on their pancake make-up and legs to subsititute for personality. If I can be rewarded with a drink for simply being friendly, imagine the drinks I'd get if I was a good looking woman. The onus is on the males to change their habits.

Edward - from Canada, 22, approached the bar with an older woman. I insisted that he not buy her a drink and he agreed, since he had only known her 35 minutes and seemed like the type who hadn't been out in ten years and was relying on the folly of friendly males to pay her way all night long (and would still have the temerity to object to the description 'whore'). Edward was bald and asked me to guess what instrument in his punk/ska band he played. I guessed singer, but he said drummer.
'But drummers are fat, not bald' I insisted.
'No, no, ' he retorted, 'Drummers are fat *or* bald'.
He writes for popmatters.com and has been here for only 3 months. He alerted me to the fact that popmatters is looking for pro-bono writers.
Other topics discussed: Green Day re-politicising punk; Jet being ok in his books bcause 'anyone who can sing Cold Hard Bitch with a straight face is all right' but that they shouldn't do ballads ever; the new Cradle of Filth album was terrible; the popmatters staff is based in New York so I should dispense with the pleasantries if I apply for a job.

Jason - had a front tooth missing, described himself as Afghani and was there to support his 'cousin', a Serb, who was working behind the bar.

The fourth man was Molly Meldrum himself. As we were leaving, he was walking in with a small entourage (the only remembered-member of which was a very small, skinny guy), wearing the hat and all. Someone alerted his presence to me, and I spun around to find myself face to face with Ian, and shook his hand. I said, in a bout of verbal
diarrhoea worthy of the climax of a Rob Reiner film, 'Molly! I'm sorry, mate, I love you' and, cooly, he replied 'Don't be sorry!' And he was off.

Was Molly worth all those hours in Heat? We may never know.

Welcome

While I can only imagine that every other Blog on the internet begins with the words 'Welcome to my Blog', I'm going to have to bow to convention because nothing else seems appropriate.

Weclome to my Blog. I am still unsure as to why I have started one up, and indeed why people use online-journals at all. I've never quite understood the desire that people have to cathartically vomit whatever inane and silly things enter their minds onto the internet. I wanted to understand enough to actually go to some blog sites and browsed over a few of them, even asking one person to fill out a questionnaire about their reason for keeping a blog. Unfortunately, either due to my questions or the blogger's inability to fully define his/her motivation, I got very little insight.

So, I'm starting a blog (or 'blog') partly because it just might 'take one to know one' and partly because most blogs are ridiculously boring and I'd like to contribute something interesting to the ever-expanding void of the internet; but mostly because, despite my anthropology major, I don't think I'll ever be doing postgrad studies in it, so this is as close to fieldwork as I may get.

Sincerely,

Hegder
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