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I hadn’t thought of people, when I thought of our tropical resort honeymoon, and the initial pure, scenic expanse of beach sands had encouraged me to continue *not* thinking of them. But as it turned out, there were some other people at the resort. And wherever there are people, Chip will talk to them.

We’re not the same, in that regard. Chip possesses a wealth of interest in his fellow man, harbors a fascination with his own species, whereas I tend to see the prospect of small talk and tedium. It’s not that I don’t like people overall; I just like to personally *select* the ones I spend time with. I favor screening techniques that don’t involve random proximity.

Chip is more of an equal opportunity converser.

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Mermaids in Paradise by Lydia Millet

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It was a shame the whole world didn’t resemble this resort, I thought fleetingly as, still jiggling inertly, we passed the immaculate landscaping and fragrant flowers brimming from Japanese-influenced rock gardens—that would be nice. Was it so much to ask? How hard could it be? Yes, yes, there were some obstacles, but still—thinking of how the whole world didn’t look like this resort, I felt faintly aggrieved.

I wanted to ask Chip if he thought the fact that the whole world doesn’t look like a beautiful resort was just a question of money—grinding poverty vs. repugnantly excessive wealth. Was it just money, or was money not really the main problem? For instance, I often hear it said that people don’t starve because there’s not enough food in the world, they starve because the food’s not always in the right places. Is it the same way with beauty? Is there, in fact, plenty to go around?

But we got involved in other actions, it was our honeymoon, after all, not some kind of policy debate forum, it was high time for fornication, so we got that out of the way.

Or no, it wasn’t fornication anymore, I realized—we were married. Disappointing.

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Mermaids in Paradise by Lydia Millet

skunkbear:

The recent release of “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes" reminded me of one of my favorite ape vs. man films – this 1932 video that shows a baby chimpanzee and a baby human undergoing the same basic psychological tests.

Its gets weirder – the human baby (Donald) and the chimpanzee baby (Gua) were both raised as humans by their biological/adopted father Winthrop Niles Kellogg.  Kellogg was a comparative psychologist fascinated by the interplay between nature and nurture, and he devised a fascinating (and questionably ethical) experiment to study it:

Suppose an anthropoid were taken into a typical human family at the day of birth and reared as a child. Suppose he were fed upon a bottle, clothed, washed, bathed, fondled, and given a characteristically human environment; that he were spoken to like the human infant from the moment of parturition; that he had an adopted human mother and an adopted human father.

First, Kellogg had to convince his pregnant wife he wasn’t crazy:

 …the enthusiasm of one of us met with so much resistance from the other that it appeared likely we could never come to an agreement upon whether or not we should even attempt such an undertaking.

She apparently gave in, because Donald and Gua were raised, for nine months, as brother and sister. Much like Caesar in the “Planet of the Apes” movies, Gua developed faster than her “brother,” and often outperformed him in tasks. But she soon hit a cognitive wall, and the experiment came to an end. (Probably for the best, as Donald had begun to speak chimpanzee.)

You can read more about Kellogg’s experiment, its legacy, and public reaction to it here.

Made me think of the fabulous book We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler. 

(via thelyonrampant)

fozmeadows:

scienceofsarcasm:

Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.

Love. 

slutformisha:

un-feuilly-de-papier:

un-feuilly-de-papier:

What do french people call a really bad thursday?

a trajeudi

update: if you tell this joke to someone living in france they will refuse to look at you

I believe that, but I still laughed. 

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Are there other people who, when watching a documentary set in a prison, secretly think, as I have, Wish I had all that time to read? “

Yes, Zadie Smith. Yes, there are. 

Players of France warm up during the training session held at the Estadio Santa Cruz during the 2014 FIFA World Cup Brazil on July 2, 2014 in Ribeirao Preto, Brazil.

Hoping Les Bleus allez tomorrow! 

(Source: footballinmyvains)

So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you’ve met someone from the Internet and they’ve turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist.

I can’t even count the number of awesome, eventually IRL friends and acquaintances I’ve met through the Internet. Everything from Craigslist to Facebook to dating sites (OK, mixed results there but still) to my personal blog.

(Source: possessivelaufeyson, via theproblematicpetticoat)

bestxatxspace:

waffleguppies:

weloveshortvideos:

How we fight tall people

Vine by Rudy Mancuso

I can’t stop watching it its like poetry

Hahahahaha

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