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Friday, February 09, 2007 

The Grandmother's Tale

A woman had finished her baking, so she asked her daughter to take a fresh galette and a pot of cream to her grandmother who lived in a forest cottage. The girl set off, and on her way she met a bzou [a werewolf].

The bzou stopped the girl and asked, "Where are you going? What do you carry?"
"I'm going my grandmother's house," said the girl, "and I'm bringing her bread and cream."
"Which path will you take?" the bzou asked. "The Path of Needles or the Path of Pins?"
"I'll take the Path of Pins," said the girl.
"Why then, I'll take the Path of Needles, and we'll see who gets there first."

The girl set off, the bzou set off, and the bzou reached Grandmother's cottage first. He quickly killed the old woman and gobbled her up, flesh, blood, and bone - except for a bit of flesh that he put in a little dish on the pantry shelf, and except for a bit of blood that he drained into a little bottle. Then the bzou dressed in Grandmother's cap and shawl and climbed into bed.

When the girl arrived, the bzou called out, "Pull the peg and come in, my child."
"Grandmother," said the girl, "Mother sent me here with a galette and a cream."
"Put them in the pantry, child. Are you hungry?
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then cook the meat that you'll find on the shelf. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then drink the bottle of wine you'll find on the shelf beside it, child."
As the young girl cooked and ate the meat, a little cat piped up and cried, "You are eating the flesh are your grandmother!"
"Throw your shoe at that noisy cat," said the bzou, and so she did.
As she drank the wine, a small bird cried, "You are drinking the blood of your grandmother!"
"Throw your other shoe at that noisy bird," said the bzou, and so she did.
When she finished her meal, the bzou said, "Are you tired from your journey, child? Then take off your clothes, come to bed, and I shall warm you up."
"Where shall I put my apron, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, child, for you won't need it anymore."
"Where shall I put my bodice, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, for you won't need it anymore."
The girl repeats this question for her skirt, her petticoat, and her stockings. The bzou gives the same answer, and she throws each item on the fire. As she comes to bed, she says to him, "Grandmother, how hairy you are!"

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Illustration by Charles Robinson: Wolf as Grandmother

Illustration by Charles Robinson

"The better to keep you warm, my child,"
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!"
"The better to hold you close, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with, my child."
"Grandmother, what sharp teeth you have!"
"The better to eat you with, my child. Now come and lie beside me."
"But first I must go and relieve myself."
"Do it in the bed, my child."
"I cannot. I must go outside," the girl says cleverly, for now she knows that it's the bzou who is lying in Grandmother's bed.

"Then go outside," the bzou agrees, "but mind that you come back again quick. I'll tie your ankle with a woolen thread so I'll know just where you are." He ties her ankle with a sturdy thread, but as soon as the girl has gone outside she cuts the thread with her sewing scissors and ties it to a plum tree. The bzou, growing impatient, calls out, "What, have you finished yet, my child?" When no one answers, he calls again. "Are you watering the grass or feeding the trees?" No answer. He leaps from bed, follows the thread, and finds her gone.

The bzou gives chase, and soon the girl can hear him on the path just behind her. She runs and runs until she reaches a river that's swift and deep. Some laundresses work on the river bank. "Please help me cross," she says to them. They spread a sheet over the water, holding tightly to its ends. She crosses the bridge of cloth and soon she's safe on the other side.


Now the bzou reaches the river, and he bids the women help him cross. They spread a sheet over the water — but as soon as he is halfway across, the laundresses let go. The bzou falls into the water and drowns.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006 

Future Humans May Divide Into Two Species


Technology may alter the evolution of the human race over the next 100,000 years, dividing society into a genetically wealthy upper class, and a goblin-like lower class consisting of mostly undesirable features.

According to evolutionary theorist Oliver Curry of the London School of Economics, the human race will improve genetically over the next thousand years, until a reliance on technology and other factors instill a gradual decline in Homo Sapien genetics. The report, which will be featured on a Bravo TV documentary, suggests the tendency for human beings to be increasingly selective about sexual partners will create a sharp divide in humanity, with the cream rising to the top and hideous goblin-like individuals falling to the bottom.

The alleged genetic upper class will be between 6 and 7 feet tall, said Curry. These members of society will embody all that is valued both physically and mentally in other human beings. These people will be slim, healthy, attractive, and intelligent, with lifespans as long as 120 years. Men will have sharp jaws, lower voices, better athletic skills, and bigger penises. Women, on the other hand, will have smooth, hairless skin, larger eyes, pert breasts and glossy hair. Racial differences will also continue to disappear as a result of continuous inter-breeding, with all humans eventually adopting a light brown, coffee-colored skin hue.

Curry also suggested that those who display fewer attractive features than undesirable ones will progress a genetic lower-class, which eventually could split into a whole sub-species of human. These individuals would be short, squat, ugly and dim-witted, not unlike the Morlock creatures foretold in H.G. Wells' 1895 novel The Time Machine.

And while this divide may increase over the next 10,000 years or so, Curry predicts that both genetic classes, dubbed Gracile and Robust, will be negatively affected by an increasing reliance on technology. Increased reliance on medicines could gradually weaken the human immune system, while the prevention of cancers and other diseases could perpetuate and enhance the likelihood of such traits within the species. Said Curry:

While science and technology have the potential to create an ideal habitat for humanity over the next millennium, there is a possibility of a monumental genetic hangover over the subsequent millennia due to an over-reliance on technology reducing our natural capacity to resist disease, or our evolved ability to get along with each other, said Dr Curry.


Tuesday, October 17, 2006 
Lovely.

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Friday, October 13, 2006 
I thought this was pretty amazing.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006 

News

Scientists discover 'shadow person'

Monday, 25 September 2006

SYDNEY: Ever feel as though you're being followed? As if someone is behind you, shadowing your every move? It might be your 'shadow person', created by unusual activity in a specific brain region, a new study shows.

The paper, published in the British journal Nature, describes the case of a 22-year-old woman with no history of psychiatric problems who was being evaluated for treatment of epilepsy. When a region of her brain called the left temporoparietal junction was electrically stimulated, the woman described encounters with a 'shadow person' who mimicked her bodily movements.

"Electrical stimulation repeatedly produced a feeling of the presence of another person in her extra-personal space," said Olaf Blanke, co-author of the study conducted by a team of researchers from University Hospital in Geneva, Switzerland.

When the patient was lying down, stimulation of this brain region caused her to feel that someone was behind her. She described the person as young, of indeterminate sex, "a shadow who did not speak or move, and whose position beneath her back was identical to her own", according to the researchers.

When the patient sat up, leaned forward and clasped her knees, she felt that the figure was also sitting, embracing her in its arms - a feeling she described as "unpleasant".

During a language task, in which the seated patient held a card in her right hand, she described the person sitting next to her and trying to interfere with the task. "He wants to take the card … he doesn't want me to read," she said.

Because it was possible to induce the sensation repeatedly, and because the 'shadow person' closely mimicked the patient's posture and movements, the researchers conclude that the patient was experiencing a perception of her own body.

"The strange sensation that somebody is nearby when no one is actually present has been described by psychiatric and neurological patients, as well as by healthy subjects," said Blanke. Until now, however, it was not understood how the illusion was triggered in the brain.

The temporoparietal junction is known to be involved in creating the concept of 'self', and the distinction between 'self' and 'other'. According to the researchers, stimulation of this region interfered with the patient's ability to integrate information about her own body, leading to her experience of a 'shadow person'.

Although the woman was aware of the similarity between her own movements and those of her doppelganger, she didn't recognise the experience as an illusion of her own body.

Similar shadowy encounters have been described by people with schizophrenia, as well as by healthy subjects, leading the researchers to believe that: "Our findings may be a step towards understanding the mechanisms behind psychiatric manifestations such as paranoia, persecution and alien control."

Friday, October 06, 2006 
I have a new favorite news anchor.


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Friday, September 29, 2006 

Current mood:  cynical
I stumbled across a website called One Sentence, which touts, "True stories, told in one sentence."  I thought that sounded interesting.  That is, until I read some of them.



"I once truly fell in love with an unseen friend-- who refused to meet me in real life, who became the object of my every desire, my muse, the reason I walked this planet-- with every cell of my heart."
I think this is really stretching the boundries of a single sentence here.  I suppose you could expect that from a creepy cyber-stalker.  And, "...every cell of my heart?"  That's just weird.


"I couldn't bear to tell the girl I loved that I was only dreaming and that she was merely a figment of my imagination, so I kissed her, and as the world lost its color, I slowly woke up."
Holy JesusAre you kidding me?  This never happened.  This never, ever happened.  I thought the whole point to this page was, "True stories."  It must have been a really fruitful semester in art school when you wrote this one.


"A stunning woman in a sexy little sundress got on the subway, and for just a moment I forgot to breathe."
Hmm.  There seems to be a bit of a dicomtomy of emotion, here.  You flip from hot and bothered to emo teen in a heartbeat.


"I waited two years for a chance with her, but in the end it was she who took the chance with me."
That is simply touching.  Though, doesn't speak highly of you, does it?


"'I was waiting for you,' she said, and for an instant I wasn't alone."
What?  That doesn't even make sense.  What does her waiting for you have to do with being alone?  And why only an instant?  If someone had spent all that time waiting, why would they leave once you finally arrived?  Oh right, because she realized you're a loser.


"In just those four words written on a brightly glowing computer screen, I realised (sic) that I'd lost the ability to trust anybody ever again."
In just those 24 words written on a brightly glowing computer screen, I realized that I hate you.


"She called me on the phone, and part of me left with her; I am weak and the light is gone from my day."
Blah.


"She breezed into my technology class, late and toting a beige shoulder bag, and I knew that some time later she was going to be the most wonderful thing in my life."
Puke.  Have I felt like this?  Of course.  I can just word it better.  And if not, I stick with, "I love you."



And you know what, readers?  I love you, too.  Hugs and awkward hand brushings.
Friday, September 29, 2006 

Current mood:  surprised
I'm a sucker for conspiracy.  Several of you know this.  I'm really only well-versed on a certain conspiracy, but I think they all tie together in the end.  With that, I offer you this creepy litle video:


       
Wednesday, September 20, 2006 

Current mood:  impressed
Ever since the passing of Steve Irwin, I've been thinking a fair amount about those people that strive to make this world a better place.  I stumbled across an individual named Cameron Sinclair who, I believe, fits nicely into that category.  If the video below doesn't work, you can download it here, or view it here.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006