Rather appropriately, I love how the acronym for the 'Scientific and Technological Advisory Committee' (STAC) is so close to th acronym for 'Sex And The City' 😂
One thing that occurred to me reading this is the symmetry of the post-Cold War peace dividend boosting fundamental research and completely changing science and the Cold War wartime dividend funding the creation of the internet that in exactly the same moment completely changed art & creativity
Hmmm. How much of the internet is wartime and how much of it is post cold war? The basic technology is of course "wartime" (60s onwards) but developing its arts and creative power (and related economy) is again 90s. The world wide web started in 1989, the interlinking of non-institutional, non-military individuals and their PCs and the exchange of all kinds of files (from music to pornography) started in the 90s, at least large scale. And I would argue it was the latter that "completely changed art and creativity". The fact that it happened in the 90s might be coincidence more than Zeitgeist, but may be not.
I'm not religious now, but it's crazy. I actually learned about the best sex at church … without ever having it.
There was a beautiful girl (inside and out) and her brother, who gave everyone in the youth group incredible back rubs. They were truly gifted, Irish twins – super close. We’d often see them practicing on each other, perfecting their language of love.
Before service, they’d always start a “love train.”
All of the nerds would fight to be next to them.
It was never sexual. We were just kids and they were totally cool. They never made a move on anyone … ever.
But they were masters of foreplay. It was long and slow. Tension, then release. Not the deep, knot-busting Swedish kind, but the kind that feels good.
To this day, I tell masseurs to refrain from using oil because there’s nothing more sensual than Irish-twin, skin-to-skin friction.
They didn’t just pull our hair. They’d gather a clump, twist right and hold up to the edge of pain, easing the tension, then twist back the other way to balance it out. The effect was instant shivers – euphoric as hell. Hell, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was at the time, but I knew what it felt like.
Fast-forward several years. My lady (now wife) was thoroughly confused as I applied all my church lessons.
As soon as she caught her breath, she questioned me…
This is how I felt when I discovered that finely diced mushrooms can help to thicken a curry sauce
Gravy-tational
WHAT
Rather appropriately, I love how the acronym for the 'Scientific and Technological Advisory Committee' (STAC) is so close to th acronym for 'Sex And The City' 😂
“And so I wondered… what if attraction was not a particle we sent out but a wave that pulled us along after it?”
One thing that occurred to me reading this is the symmetry of the post-Cold War peace dividend boosting fundamental research and completely changing science and the Cold War wartime dividend funding the creation of the internet that in exactly the same moment completely changed art & creativity
Hmmm. How much of the internet is wartime and how much of it is post cold war? The basic technology is of course "wartime" (60s onwards) but developing its arts and creative power (and related economy) is again 90s. The world wide web started in 1989, the interlinking of non-institutional, non-military individuals and their PCs and the exchange of all kinds of files (from music to pornography) started in the 90s, at least large scale. And I would argue it was the latter that "completely changed art and creativity". The fact that it happened in the 90s might be coincidence more than Zeitgeist, but may be not.
Yeah - this is a good point and I guess you're right - indeed, the web starts at CERN, another big European science project...
I'm not religious now, but it's crazy. I actually learned about the best sex at church … without ever having it.
There was a beautiful girl (inside and out) and her brother, who gave everyone in the youth group incredible back rubs. They were truly gifted, Irish twins – super close. We’d often see them practicing on each other, perfecting their language of love.
Before service, they’d always start a “love train.”
All of the nerds would fight to be next to them.
It was never sexual. We were just kids and they were totally cool. They never made a move on anyone … ever.
But they were masters of foreplay. It was long and slow. Tension, then release. Not the deep, knot-busting Swedish kind, but the kind that feels good.
To this day, I tell masseurs to refrain from using oil because there’s nothing more sensual than Irish-twin, skin-to-skin friction.
They didn’t just pull our hair. They’d gather a clump, twist right and hold up to the edge of pain, easing the tension, then twist back the other way to balance it out. The effect was instant shivers – euphoric as hell. Hell, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was at the time, but I knew what it felt like.
Fast-forward several years. My lady (now wife) was thoroughly confused as I applied all my church lessons.
As soon as she caught her breath, she questioned me…
“First time eh?”
“What can I say?”
God moves in mysterious ways.