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The tyranny of "delicious":
Descriptors of flavor adjectives in interpersonal contexts
CC BY-NC 2017: Scott McDaniel
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◆ Tasty – I like this, but in an annoyingly humble way. I'm trying to be cute. I like the photography of Anne Geddes.
◆ Flavorful – I ate it, and it has a lot of that tongue-sense-thing. The “well, that sure is a baby” of taste-words
◆ Toothsome – ”I write a bunch of Yelp reviews”
◆ Dainty – Small, which I guess is tempting? Alice's primary struggle.
◆ Appetizing – Assumption with your mouth that it will make you want more, very functional.
◆ Yummy – Chaotic neutral of taste-words – tells you very little, sounds like a kid making a bad poem. If you want a picture of the future, picture a cartoon kid with a tongue sticking out upwards from its smiling mouth, forever.
◆ Mouthwatering – It makes me want to drool – great conveyance of idea! But sounds like an opinion on its own, doesn't persuade me that my mouth should also produce excess liquids
◆Delectable – decadently delicious, to the point you need to distance yourself a bit and perhaps wear a powdered wig
◆ Ambrosial – slippery, perhaps sickening and sexual. Food of the gods, if the gods had potlucks.
◆ Tempting – Food that may or may not be good, but boy do you want it. Like that chocolate cake the size of your head with a mug of coffee. Caramel and raspberry drizzle? Hell, yes! Oh god, the aftermath is unpalatable.
◆ Palatable – I didn’t vomit.
◆ Scrumptious – something like treating food like kittens or puppies, or vice-versa, seems eager, "I want to eat you up!" Saying it to baby cats, dogs or humans seems cute. Confusingly, saying it to things you'll actually eat is seen as worrisome. Also, sounds like Muppet slang.
◆ Finger-licking – types of food that might require digital cleansing, and that you'd want to do so. Reached its peak when shouted by Bill Paxton in the 80's horror movie Near Dark.
◆ Lip-smacking – General feeling about anticipating and experiencing, like finger-licking but less convincing because your lips are RIGHT THERE. Includes a not small amount of implied anxiety, probably because the implied violence towards the oral orifice.
◆ Melt-in-your-mouth – conveys specific types of food experience; a step away from ad-copy
◆ Luscious – Like squeezing a nice butt, but with your mouth
◆ Delicious – For some reason even repeated use of this word gives it more power. Feels like a powerful desire and rich experience. For some reason, becomes funnier with a less obvious target, but not too far off the path. Compare “Lobster is delicious.”: OK. “Because funnel cakes are delicious”: oh, man, I can see you eating them until you vomit. “Steamed cauliflower is delicious.”: you’re making a funny, aren’t you?
scottopic: (chinks to the infinite power.)
The answer is "Of course". The answer is always, automatically "of course".

It's always, because it's right up there with "Are you a god?"

It's automatic, because I get asked this often. Like several times a year, by strangers on the street.
In elevators at Dragon Con. In MARTA stations.

And once again last week.

I was at an art show featuring a friend of my brilliant artist friend, EK Huckaby.
It was a typical in-town sort of gallery showing in a pretty cool gallery. A wealthy woman in the Edgewood District of Atlanta decided she wanted to support artists she liked and converted an entire wing of her enormous Victorian into a gallery. The sorts you'd usually expect were there - lots of dark blazers and cocktail dresses, but with a nice bohemian element, and EK in the midst of it, being his wonderfully dark and bizarre self.

The work featured altered photographs for the most part. Odd landscapes with things that hinted at a supernatural element...but maybe it's just the lighting. A dead rabbit is a reference to an obscure Warhol piece. A tiny mouse is hidden...somewhere.

I was reading the artist's statement by the greeter's door. I like how people tic/k.
A fellow was near the desk, drinking one of the complimentary drinks, looking like part of the crowd, which is to say I paid him no attention beyond courtesy.

Mid-sentence, the subject line landed on the page in front of me.

"Do you know Kung-fu?"
"Of course."
"I was thinking you look kinda like Bruce Lee...I guess he's a little younger."
"And dead."
"Yeah. So...what sort of martial art do you know?"
"Capoera"
"Oh? What's that?"
"Brazilian kickboxing."
Keep smiling
"Oh, cool...I have a friend who knows aikido. Is it like that?"
"No, not really. Ok, see ya."

There are other esprit de escalier that came to mind immediately, the dinner conversation with Faidra, EK and his lovely companion Carolyn and more even days later. I can't be angry about this sort of thing, although anger is in the swirl of the experience. I've laughed a lot about it, and the overall fact that this happens to me so damn often.

This speaks to me because ...think about it... someone asking you if you know martial arts is an implied challenge of sorts. Asking it simply and strictly because you look Asian is an aggressive act of racism. There's an odd angle because out of the many dozens of times I've faced point-blank open racism (in public!), this particular line of questioning is always black men, and I don't even know where to begin on what that may mean within the data point called "my life experience."

When describing what happened at dinner, I remarked "I don't think he was out to offend me."
EK replied "Are you sure??"

No, no I'm not.

With that, I'll leave this here:
scottopic: (always connected.)
Just work on yourself and every time that you work on yourself, you get calmer, you hear more, you sense more, you are more. You're more present.
What are you offering a child? Not a set of social roles passing in the night...
You're offering a child Here and Now-ness.
The treasure of consciousness, the treasure of awareness.
If you don't help other beings cut through the illusion
because you're through the illusion
what else???
What else is there?
What are you doing?

Doing more of the dance within the Dance?

Are we always going to meet on the stage?
-Baba Ram Dass
scottopic: (fiat lux.)

Aimee Mullins (born 1976 in Allentown, Pennsylvania) is an American athlete, actress, and fashion model best known for her collegiate-level athletic accomplishments, despite a disability that resulted in the amputation of both of her legs.

Normal Was Never Cool: The Inception of Perception

I encourage you to read this story. On one level, it's just a sweet story of a little kid that Mullins met overcoming a shitty situation. But as the title suggests, Mullins uses it to question what we mean by identity, self-image, bodies, technology and social expectations. I think it will have some resonance with many of you.
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http://www.ncr.com/about_ncr/careers/apply_now/jobs_duluth.jsp?lang=EN

NCR is apparently gearing up to hire almost 1000 people in the Atlanta area in a variety of roles, including HR, CSRs, Administrative Assistants, Engineers and so on.

Good luck!
scottopic: (fiat lux.)


I've resolved to be a little less whiny today.
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We are not rational actors.
scottopic: (chinks to the infinite power.)
Atlantans and Lovers of the Groove Everywhere!
Ok, I dared to doubt [livejournal.com profile] prosphoros and [livejournal.com profile] fairyhead and Nathan (undisclosed LJ) and Byron, but Judi Chicago last night at the Drunken Unicorn all kind of rocked!

See, in description, they may not stand out - most of those I'd call close friends really get into music, so enthusiasm isn't hard to come by. So when these, my brilliant friends, came all golden retriever-like at me with this band, I figured "Huh, I'm sure they're good in the right place at the right time, with the right mood". Describing them as "energetic and goofy" reminds me of general descriptions of children, which is a no-sale. Describing them as "electro-funk-soul-new wave-geeky-punk" or whatever probably brings mixed associations with whatever you think of those genres.

There are plenty of bands I've seen which try to get by on "look we're weird! I have lunchmeat on my head!", but jC doesn't try to 'get by' - they can play. What's funny (Adrien being right again) is that while 'ironic retro funny geeky cool' is sooooo overused, these guys may seem like they're going for the irony angle...but they're not. They want to play music, have fun doing it and want you to jump around with them...really!

Last weekend, I was bemoaning the loss of sax solos in today's music. They heard my cry.

I spend a lot of time picking apart bands (their opening band was somewhat like Weezer plus early Elvis Costello sung by your high school chemistry teacher imitating Barry Gibb), but I didn't have time! I was too busy groovin'! I literally* stood there slack-jawed for the first 3-4 songs because I couldn't believe how good they were!

But believe me so you don't make the same mistake I made in not believing my friends:
Judi Chicago kicks so much ass, you will need a replacement ass!
And with ass-prices being what they are these days, in this economy (THANKS, HUSSEIN OBAMA!), trust me when I tell you it's worth having several of them on hand just so you can hear-see these guys play!

Best New Atlanta Act I've Seen in a Long Time 2008-2009. Seriously.
If they play here in ATL, go see them. If they come near your town or hamlet, go see them.
I've never lied to you before (except about that paternity thing), so trust me on this!

http://www.judichicago.com

*stickler: if I say 'literally', I actually did it. Kind of like if I ever both to type out "LOL", I actually am "Laughing Out Literally."
scottopic: (obama fistbump)


Now the real work begins.
scottopic: (obama bitch!)

In preparation:

Depending on the results...

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

scottopic: (obama bitch!)
I know some of my friends out there are not Obama supporters, whether it be for McCain, Barr, Nader or some other candidate - or even if the reasoning is "not-Obama." Go with yourself! This also includes my lovely friends and acquaintances who adhere to "None of the above" because they prefer looking at extra-systemic methods and ideologies. Please keep on with your path - you provide a needed aspect in the whole conversation as well.

I'll not take the position of "you're so off my friends list" for disagreeing with me, even if I feel extremely strongly on this matter - if I trust you at all, I trust you in good faith to have reasons of your own for your political beliefs, for the most part, along with your fair share of misconceptions, probably similar in proportion to my own.

I do want to make one thing clear about where I do draw a line, and for which I will happily give you an "Up Yours". Any of you who bring up bullshit about "The Messiah", "The One" or "drinking the Kool-aid", up yours. Really. Fuck off. It's become an opposing talking-point about "Obamabots", blind followers and "boy, won't you stupid liberals be surprised when you find out he's just another politician!"

No one thinks Barack Obama is the Messiah, or that he'll do everything perfectly. He'll piss off everyone at some point, even his most ardent supporters. He's pretty much said so. My boss just mentioned he expects Obama to disappoint him by being too conservative in the name of bridging gaps between parties. And beyond ideology, he'll outright fuck-up.

But the pseudo-cynical regard that people have just because people (myself included) dare to be enthusiastic about our presidential candidate is contemptible. Screw us for being excited. Screw us for hoping that things may change, that this may mean different approaches which may work better, that someone closer to our ideals may get into office. Screw us for believing that this may bring about new ideas, a shift from the tired Vietnam-era version of "Left v. Right", the first national figure in my lifetime that has not only bolstered my belief in the United States, but made me want to serve as I can, to look not for how I can cut down "the Enemy" and instead work towards common goals and finding solutions to the problems we face. Screw me for having hope, which people denounce as "just a word" - but these people obviously have no clue what words can do.

Unsurprisingly, it's not been Republicans who've thrown this at me the most - it's been the "independents" who mutter about "all politicians are the same" that then turn with their jade-colored glasses and sneer at excitement, at passion, at belief, no matter how much we try to present both a reasonable case and a shared ideal. It's not even the attitude alone, it's the desire to spread your dread contagion to me and others who've found a means of escape. So please - plop down on your couch in your nest of cynicism, keep building those walls and just atrophy in your own apathy. Those of us who give a fuck will be doing our best, and I'd rather work with someone with whom I respectfully disagree but actually cares, than any number of milquetoast flat-liners who invest their energy in dragging people into their hole than even imagining the possibility that people can make a difference.

Disagree with me as you will on policies, candidates, philosophies and methods.
Get smarmy pseudo-cynical at me (because it's the easy and lazy route, to be quite honest)?
There's the door. The rest of us have work to do.
scottopic: (arr!)
Sigh, I like how he looks us right in the eyes...he's so dreamy.
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Read more... )
scottopic: (optimism.)
Read this! Read it now!
I love my little town on the outskirts of Atlanta.
I live in Decatur, a little progressive place where the city government gives a shit about green space, people, technology and so on.
We have a lesbian-centric bar called Paris near the town square, and while the Greek and I were taking one of our nightly walks about town, we noticed a crowd of revelers coming up the street. Then we noticed they were dressed quite...brightly. And something was floating above their heads!

Please forgive the quality of my low-light iPhone shots, but here's what we encountered:
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Honestly, there would be people in the town, not to mention the city and state, hell, people I know and work with who would have been frozen with horror if they ran into this randomly in the middle of the night. But man, the utter glee that filled the intersection of Ponce de Leon Place and West Ponce de Leon Avenue was indescribably delightful!
scottopic: (ilikemyself.)
Yes, yes, everybody is stupid but you.
scottopic: (welcome to your last day on earth.)
I was just interviewed on Broad Street by CNN asking who I thought could better serve The Economy between the two main candidates for president.

I said Obama by a long shot, and tried to hold back from ranting.
I think I was respectful, I recall using the phrases "game-changing" and "fresh ideas" and "same philosophy that got us into this mess."

At least I think I said philosophy. I might have said "shit."

Bebo Spam!

Aug. 18th, 2008 11:10 pm
scottopic: (fear sheep.)
If you received an invite from me for Bebo, I apologize, and for those of you who join, I hope you get something out of it.
They make it fairly non-obvious when you're looking for Contacts from your GMail account that you're choosing to send an Invite to the entire frickin' list. So now I've received 20+ "Who the hell are you?" emails because it spammed people who emailed lists I'm on, people who are friends-of-friends and so on.

So um..yay Web 2.0!!!

Sacrilege.

Jul. 3rd, 2008 10:19 am
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Ian Curtis' headstone stolen

LONDON - Thieves have stolen a memorial stone for Ian Curtis, frontman of the influential British post-punk band Joy Division.

The stone, bearing the epitaph “Love Will Tear Us Apart” — the title of the band’s most famous song — was taken from Macclesfield Crematorium in northern England on Monday or Tuesday, police said.

Fans from all over the world would travel to the site to pay their respects, often leaving messages and tokens behind.
scottopic: (to dream with anger.)
Cast a spell
Cast a spell on the country you run
And risk
You will risk
You will risk all their lives and their souls

And burn
You will burn
You will burn in hell, yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
For your sins

And our freedom's consuming itself
What we've become
It's contrary to what we want

Take a bow -Muse

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/jun/02/usa.humanrights

'The United States is operating "floating prisons" to house those arrested in its war on terror, according to human rights lawyers, who claim there has been an attempt to conceal the numbers and whereabouts of detainees.

Details of ships where detainees have been held and sites allegedly being used in countries across the world have been compiled as the debate over detention without trial intensifies on both sides of the Atlantic. The US government was yesterday urged to list the names and whereabouts of all those detained.
...
The analysis, due to be published this year by the human rights organisation Reprieve, also claims there have been more than 200 new cases of rendition since 2006, when President George Bush declared that the practice had stopped.
...
By its own admission, the US government is currently detaining at least 26,000 people without trial in secret prisons, and information suggests up to 80,000 have been 'through the system' since 2001. The US government must show a commitment to rights and basic humanity by immediately revealing who these people are, where they are, and what has been done to them.'

Justify this, fuckers.
scottopic: (we have the technology.)
It really is tubes!

The Telectroscope
Hardly anyone knows that a secret tunnel runs deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean. In May 2008, more than a century after it was begun, the tunnel will finally be completed. Immediately afterwards, an extraordinary optical device called a Telectroscope will be installed at both ends which will miraculously allow people to see right through the Earth from London to New York and vice versa.

One end of the tunnel emerges next to Tower Bridge on the banks of the Thames in London - the other is next to Brooklyn Bridge on the banks of New York's East River.

It looks like something HG Wells might have imagined.
Each end has a giant telescope-like construction which appears to punch its way out of the earth.

There are dials, and levers, and thermometer gauges on the side of the 20m long brass and wood construction.

Peer into it and you can see people on the other side of the Atlantic.

Wave at them, they wave back at you.

Write on the whiteboard, and ask a question, and they will write back.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7415911.stm

"...and for a moment, two groups of strangers, in two cities thousands of miles apart, jump up and down and smile at one another."

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