Monday, June 29, 2015

Monday's Musing on Mortality

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(I've always loved Caravaggio)

I've sadly discovered that it's very difficult to get people to talk about Death. For some reason, Death has been taken off the table and placed in the corner with Politics and Religion. Which is terrible because it seems like those are the three most unavoidable things in our lives. Even if you aren't religious, it's likely that you've made a choice not to be so we can replace Religion with Philosophy and that's fine with me.

On to Death, I find that first of all we must admit that we all have it coming; it's the price of playing the game of Life and to ignore its existence, to me, is unfair at least, and infantile at most. This might help:


So this week's assignment is to meditate and ruminate on your own imminent doom without inciting within yourself a paralyzing sense of dread. We'll pick up from there next week.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

by Korney IL

This week's word is not the sexiest sounding but it's one of the sexiest ideas. It's the underlying cause of so much sexiness, albeit unconsciously. You know why we euphemize sex with the phrase "being intimate"? Because that's what sex is, intimate. But sex isn't the only intimate act between two or more humans. One of the most intimate acts is a conversation of confessions. Sitting together in a darkened room, glasses half-full of bitter concoctions, smoke drifting around lazily, perhaps music playing but not being heard, and one of you says something that you've never said aloud. The reactions from the others are key and they know it. They also know you trust them. You just made that connection for them by spilling the beans, letting the cat out of the bag, or DISBOSOMING. 

That's right. If you reveal or confess something, you know, get it off your chest, you DISBOSOM. 

Makes sense to me. Also, bosoms...

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

by Finch Linden

Chthonian is a word that we need more often at night in dark places when the chill bumps start to tingle and the cold breeze comes inexplicably through the warm, humid room.

adj. -- of or pertaining to the deities, spirits, and other beings dwelling under the earth.

Need a little help saying it aloud? I'm here for you, sweetpea.

We start with the lithe and lovely TH with the tongue stuck between the teeth tho thweetly. The O is long enough to let your mouth go around it nicely. We like Ns too and if you sandwich the IA diphthong between them, we're in heaven. Don't stress about this word, my darlings. Once you've got it, you'll be the belle of the ball. Even if that ballroom is a cave filled with bats and eyeless newts and the sounds of water dripping from stalactites. Don't get me started...

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

by Mark Velasquez

Few lullabies are so instantly recognizable and agreed upon as the gentle lapping, splish-splashing of water. To lie beside the sea and listen to the waves, some large, some smaller, come up to greet the shore with a sudden pop then slowly slide swishingly away is universally desirable.

And sometimes the water is crystal clear, allowing one to see individual grains of sand several feet below the surface but sometimes a deep blue engulfs all light and any small stones one may happen to toss in. The magic of the clarity or the mystery of the darkness holds us in awe.

Then there's the feeling of the salty water on your skin, the slight abrasion as the waves press the grains against you. And the taste of your skin after a refreshing dip, like sweat but fresher.


adj.-- of or relating to seas or oceans. 

Not all voyages are across the globe and not all sirens sit on rocks to lure Odysseus but we can all be sailors in our own ways. We can sing while we scrub and we can glean pleasure from the warmth of the sun upon our faces.