A Major In Consciousness

Monday, February 06, 2006

I once dated a girl who was a had a major in Consciousness. I guess this was a unique major that N.Y.U. allowed her to create, it was a blend of psychology and neuroscience. Basically blending chemistry and biology along with Freudian psychological reasoning.
She had one of the most unusual quirks in bed, it was definitely one of my favorite sexual perversions. During the moment of male orgasm, she would stair into my eyes eye watch my pupils dilate. I guess post-ejaculation a man’s pupils constrict due to excess adrenaline (epinephrine). So she would tightly hold my head in her hands, using her thumbs to keep my eyelids open.
It was actually sort of romantic, I mean it sounds so technical, but in the end we were just staring into each others eyes. Although actually I guess I was staring into her eyes, and she was staring AT my eyes.
I wonder if chiropractors or urologists have similar sexual obsessions.
What would dental practitioners do?
Would a cardiologist use stethoscope to listen to a heartbeat skip in the throws of passion? I can imagine dating a hot cardiologist with a special studded leather stethoscope that she keeps under her matress.
disclaimer to all of my smarter friends (which is most everybody); please feel free to correct any technical stuff I might have fouled up here, OR please feel free to share any dirty stories involving an otoscope and some twinkies!

Moose Attack

Friday, December 30, 2005

I’ve had this strong image in my head of these moose with human hands.
I drew up some quick concept sketches, then didn’t do anything with them.
I wanted to get them up before the new year, but I also wanted to get some practice with my pathetic photo shop skills.
Here is what happened:

Have a year.

A blog about a blog

So my buddy Kiya sent me a link to a blog that neither of us can read.

It got me thinking about this new blogsearch.google.com feature and searched doc pop.

Here is what I learned:

I’m sort of a jerk.

I look like a young Bob Moog. (or he looks like an old me)

My shirts look great on the radio.

I’m a horrifying bespectacled doofus.

And, Paul Han is amay-zang.

For the record a young Bob Moog looks like this:

Doc Pop looks like this:

Old Moog looks like this:

And an old Doctor Popular would look something like this:

Corpses Shall Rise

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Here are a bunch of exquisit corpses I created with my buddy Mike.

An exquisite corpse is an art excercise where you fold up a sheet of paper and only draw on the part that you can see. Then you continue the lines just a little bit over the fold and hand it to someone else, all they see are the lines near the fold, but not the rest of what you drew. So they draw something in relation to those lines only, and extend their drawing over the fold for the next person. usually, the paper are folded in thirds, and three people work on ’em. We did some traditional folds, but two of these pieces were folded up in weird paper airplane type folds.