yesterday as i wandered the nature's best photography exhibit at the national museum of natural history i came across this picture of a dolphin on the nose of a giant humpback whale taken off the coast of kauai, hawaii. lori mazzuca, photographer and marine biologist, tells of the odd interaction between two dolphins and this humpback in which, with great understanding between species, the whale gently lifted the dolphin out of the water where the dolphin laid atop the whale's rostrum for as long as she could hold on.
maybe it was a dolphin-double-dare that led to this stunt or maybe she simply wanted to work on her tan before vacationing off the coast of mexico. my personal opinion is that the good-natured humpback willingly aided the dolphin in her endless desire to reach new heights and perhaps a new sense of freedom (which i imagine is possibly the most universal desire across the entire animal kingdom).
in the middle of a museum filled with the contents of our world was a picture of understanding and caring between two beautiful creatures and i found myself hoping that we might all someday share that understanding. though, i suppose that before we can expect that level of understanding with other species we must first learn to understand and love our own.
the nature's best exhibit is fantastic and a great transition for me, an avid photographer, especially after just completing bbc's planet earth series as seen on the discovery channel. i would highly recommend seeing the exhibit in person if you have the means but i hooked you up with a link to all the photos and their stories in case you can't venture to the museum before it's closing which has been extended until october 28, 2007.
up next: bodies: the exhibition, currently at the dome in rosslyn, virginia also open until october 28, 2007.
*if you have the interest or simply haven't seen much of the planet earth series. the bbc, planet earth and discovery channel links above are amazing and full of great videos and information.
a while back i had the opportunity to lay down on one of those tempur-pedic beds. i leaped onto the mattress that was sitting at least waist high and began to sink into the sand colored dais. i fought the sand, finding refuge in the pillow floating on the surface. finally calm, i suddenly understood why people say these beds are so amazing.
first the mattress holds you allowing you to feel completely weightless. next the mattress caresses you easing away all your stress. then, right before the mattress begins to lull you to sleep, you're out. 8hours later the store supervisor wakes you to tell you that they're closing.
here's my problem: as i lie on my back in the moments before i passed out i pictured, as i assume everyone does, whomever was the object of my desire at the time mounted on top of me. in it's brilliance (i have a great imagination) i couldn't see us, or anyone for that matter, having great 'fuck me harder' kinda sex on this bed. with so much cushion in the mattress i just can't see a lot of success with neither the pump, the thrust, nor the grind.
if i'm right and it is harder to fuck on tempur-pedic beds, i suppose the owners of these beds have an array of other surfaces to fuck on (a carpeted floor may seem safe - i recommend use of a blanket).
a bed shouldn't be built as simply a place to rest but as a sexual tool. beds have to be comfortable and functional at the same time.
now there is the chance that i am completely off base here and people everywhere are thanking their tempur-pedic beds for reviving their sex lives and if so i would love for someone to set me straight and maybe let me try it out?!?
ps. i feel the same way about those sleep number beds. and it seems to me that when sleeping, whomever has the firmer side of the mattress is always going to slip off onto the softer side of the bed.
i just added a few links to my sidebar to deter boredom at work.
the japanese talent show links to a sweet trini post that will guide you through the website (it's in japanese). this is some of the coolest video on the web.
the impossible quiz is not nearly as impossible as it may seem at first. i've gotten through question 102 and can tell you that it is certainly possible to complete it. use your head and you shouldn't have any problem.
finally, the kingdom of loathing is the cheapest (it's free) rpg available. i used to be a seal clubber but that account closed on me a while back. now i'm an accordion thief. mind your instruments.
please realise that these are simply notes for my own purposes as much as anything. i found it quite hard to write about this show. beautiful show. shit crowd.
needless to say the steven+damian 'jr. gong' marley show was incredible, though i can't help but imagine sweet trini's outdoor venue solution which is clearly the more conceptually sound decision. the 930club's cramped, sardine-style space doesn't make for any kind of much needed mobility.
of course, i suppose some wouldn't call it a show if you don't fight your way to the front (9people back from dead center with a great look of stephen on the mic) only to be dry-humped half the night by some guy's girl simply so you can save some room for you and yours to move and breathe. dude needed to keep his girl in check but instead decided against exchanging words with me after mistakenly grabbing my arm.
with a little confrontation in the crowd and a completely different confrontation on stage, the lights, rhymes and beats contributed to a brillant array of color and sound, easing hearts and cleansing souls the way live music do; especially true with the marley's.
walking for the car in the brisk night air post-show, i felt so much lighter. great show.
read this brilliance from a most amazing mind.
why broken glass? perhaps more importantly, why quote annie lennox?
the answers are simple. i need a rug. i managed to shatter both of my bowls on the hard tile floor of my place in 24hours (one wednesday night, the second thursday afternoon). one of the bowls, the newly deceased, was made for and had been with me for closing on seven years. the other piece made it's journey into my repertoire of paraphernalia courtesy of amy, who acquired it for me at bonnaroo2004 (which she enjoyed without me).
so both beautiful pieces explode on my newly swept and mopped floor sending color, glass and resin everywhere leaving me bowl-less and walking on broken glass - thank you annie lennox.
damn, do i need a rug.
still without carpet and confined to papers on friday, this trini girl i know suggests a choose-our-own adventure-mission across the dc terrain to find me a new piece. k+g news stand, just two blocks from work, downtown, provided us with our first destination. it turned out to be our last.
i was picking up new glass for maybe the tenth time; it was elisha's virgin experience (she came up rolling everything). i walked in looking for blues, greens and yellows as always, followed the end of elisha's finger and found my perfect piece. it is perfect too. all of the intricacies of it's perfection have been fully realised and discussed with participating parties and i think we are both in love. i'da let her have the piece had i known then that she cherishes it as i do.
i am thrilled to report that elisha had great successes as well, walking out with a wonderfully sexy colbalt blue bong, sized perfectly for her and an amazing bowl i can only describe as a beautiful adaptation of a red and blue squid. patience will have to be her virture though since she plans on keeping both pieces smoke-free until her return trip to trinidad. friday's positive vibes continued throughout. you should read up on our awesome food discovery on elisha's blog.
i love my new perfect piece enough that i am petrified of it shattering like it's predecessors and thus the next hunt is for a rug.
damn, do i need a rug.
until then every time i smoke over this floor it feels just like i'm walking on broken glass. walking on. walking on. broken glass.
