"Chiken and Porn," almost...

Recently I heard an NPR rebroadcast of a Frederick Kaufman interview about his article comparing the Food Network to pornography. What was fascinating was not the heavyhanded overtones of sex and sex, but the "brain in the gut." No that's not some S&M thing, read the article you wandering minds.

Watching cooking and eating is like watching sex, we are not there, that viseral experience is still virtual. Kaufman points out that these senses do not appeal to our intellect but rather our gut. We receive an entirely different, "splanchnic" if you will, sense.

We have been taught that our brains control our feelings, emotions, senses, that it uses the rest of our body to receive the information it processes. But what if other parts of our body process information in a way that we have not yet understood. Grampa's bad knee acts up every time it rains. Your team loses a huge game in the bottom of the 9th and it feels like a punch in the gut. A twin feels pain when the other is hurt. Maybe phantom limb pain is a reaction from not having that part of your body providing a sense.

Occasionally we experience very real but unexplainable intuitions. Have you ever just known, just felt "it," that something good or something bad, either way something big was going to happen to you? And it does?

Anyway, I'm seeing Giada de Laurentiis in a whole new light.

New Landing Site

Xanga was becoming too involving, too personal, too stuff-centric. I felt distractions reduced the presentation of text. I know, I could program a module to be asthetically pleasing and more word oriented, but I'm both lazy and dumb, so this switch will have to suffice.

Witness as I impede my own progress towards some minimalist ideal by first clusterfucking the sidebar with links that no one will surely use, second by employing only the thinnest veil of prose to nickel and dime around the lack of substance, third and most important, venting my delusions to print so they may fester in your consciousness and no longer in mine.