emesis

I found out this morning that milk curdles in the stomach. Even though I'd never seen this before, it seemed vaguely familiar, like we had to do some science experiment in year 9 where we curdled milk with our stomach juices. Or maybe it was that girl who threw up her ice-cream during one of our first holy communion ceremonies. Sure it was ice cream but it really stayed together.

Bivalve molluscs don't have pearls

Have you ever cleaned mussels? Perhaps before a BBQ?

As you stood there pulling away the beard did you think of Women? Did you feel a strange sort of liberation, tearing the hair so easily from the bivalve. A little brutal perhaps, but mussels don't have nerve endings. They also don't have pearls. Imagine if they did. Little albino spheres, there for pleasure. But no need for wax. Only a firm pair of hands.

The Frenzied Anus

"We use the web to confirm our own partisan views and link to others with the same ideologies. Bloggers today are forming aggregated communities of like-minded amateur journalists...where they congregate in self-congratulatory clusters. They are the digital equivalent of online gated communities where all the people have identical views and the whole conversation is mirrored in a way that is reassuringly familiar. It's a dangerous form of digital narcissism; the only conversations we want to hear are those with ourselves and those like us."

Andrew Keen, The Cult of the Amateur.