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The Jackson Institute Presents the Lo-Ho Scale of Visceral Response to Stimulus: The Gray Scale of the Sexual Mix or Could You Hack It?

In the Ford Escape on the road from Keremeos (buying fruit) back to Penticton (buying chicken), tC's comment regarding the hitchhiking cutie (For me it's not so much the question "Would I have sex with that person?" as "Would I watch that person masturbate?") started a discourse on the topic of visceral response to stimulus. Myke and tC (with help from John) devised a scale of sexual response to stimulus.

The breakdown from zero to ten:

0)    Never, in no way;

1)    For a price;

2)    I'd be willing to watch him/her/it masturbate;

3)    I'd be willing to offer verbal assistance;

4)    I'd be willing to offer visual assistance;

5)    I'd be willing to offer physical assistance;

6)    Participation would be absolutely reciprocal;

7)   I'd be willing to accept their help with masturbation;

8)   I'd be willing to masturbate solo for them;

9)    I would pay them;

10)    Always, in all ways.

It's so much fun to cabin camp with assorted fresh fruit.

The Jackson Institute Called Forth from a Coma

I stood before the cave of The Jackson Institute, and called it forth from its coma "Jackson Institute come forth!" I commanded, and it came.

I had to design a simple web page and did one for the Jackson Institute. I also devised a tag line: A Few Remarkable Thoughts on A Few Unremarkable Things. Only a few because the Jackson Institute makes no claims of perpetual remarkability.

The focus of the project was The Jackson Institute Introduces The Studly Nerd: SNAG for the New Millenium and accompanying comments. I may make an actual web page for the Jackson Institute; it could be fun. I could post some of those little idea bubbles that I have from time to time, and my Rube Goldberg-ish inventions.

But isn't thisCassandra where I do all of the above? Do I need yet one more web-page? I haven't posted here since the middle of last week, perhaps thisCassandra is another institution going into a coma. Perhaps there is no further need of posting. Perhaps.

Marlene and I were at the hockey game and she asked what I liked about going to games. I thought about it and came up with this: watching hockey is a bit like watching porn - I get to watch strong, young, athletic animals being strong, young, athletic animals together. Watching each, I get to wonder at the capabilities of other people, and watching each gets me a bit excited. In different ways, though, because, I have to say that watching hockey in no way makes me want to play hockey.

Not only do I get to feel awe about what others are able to do, I get to spend time with one of my favourite people. Marlene and I have known each other for a long time, and being with one another is pretty comfortable, pretty easy. All we need for true happiness is cheesies, chocolate and tile rummy.

After the game we came here to rearrange the furniture in my room. She found my ring under the dresser. Yay!

My friend Dave used to live by a restaurant named Good Food which had a big neon sign (orange). Some of the letters were out, the d in good, the ood in food, so the sign read "GooF".

My roof is a good place to be: I planted the plants I bought at the UBC Botanical Gardens Perennial Plant sale in the pots that I inherited from Alda, who was the volunteer coordinator at the UBC Botanical Gardens. The fittingness makes me happy.

Out In the World: A Gathering of Goats

I left the house for the first time since the surgery this afternoon, first to do a food shop, and again to get together for Chinese New Year dinner with friends from the 32-unit building I used to live in. We were born in the same year, so we're the same sign in Chinese astrology...Goats...We are a herd of five...

Not only am I a goat in Chinese astrology, I am a Capricorn in Western Astrology. I am a double goat. Goat squared.

We talked of co-op business and politics, and thisCastle business and politics. They liked the idea of the Jackson Institute (see The Jackson Institute Introduces The Studly Nerd: SNAG for the New Millenium).

Regardless of the mediocre Chinese food, we had a lovely visit. We get together once a year to celebrate the Lunar New Year. It is wonderful to have made traditions with friends.

Even though the eyes are feeling much better today, being away from home is still more difficult than being home. By far.

 

The Jackson Institute Introduces The Studly Nerd: SNAG for the New Millenium

The Jackson Institute is pleased to announce the discovery of a new category of men: the Studly Nerd.

The Jackson Institute defines the Studly Nerd as the man who looks good but thinks better; he is a bit cute and a lot smart. The Studly Nerd knows how to wear a suit, and is unlikely to wear brown shoes with a gray one. He might wear glasses. The Studly Nerd flosses regularly. The Studly Nerd is not Danger Boy. He knows how to behave. You can take the Studly Nerd pretty much anywhere. He is alpha in the nicest possible way. The Studly Nerd is the pin-up boy for the woman who knows how to make good decisions.

The Jackson Institute includes in the Studly Nerd category the following men (in alpha order by surname): Leonard Cohen (poet); Steven Colbert (comedian); Wade Davis (ethnobotanist); Jason Isaacs (actor); Gerard Kennedy (politician); Rick Mercer (comedian); Hawkeye Pierce (as played by Alan Alda); Alan Rickman (actor); Jon Stewart (comedian). This list is, by no means, exhaustive.

The Jackson Institute aims to define a group of twelve Studly Nerds for our inaugural calendar. If you can think of other possible Studly Nerds, please let us know.

Many thanks for your consideration,

thisCassandra
(for The Jackson Institute)

A Very Good Friday Dinner With Friends

New job title: Thought Processor (made up by me).

Barbara and I came up with an idea: a thought processing organisation called The Jackson Institute (named for the street). I envision it as a multi-author blog about thought and ideas, current and not.

Maybe the list of authors will consist solely of the current residents of thisCastle.

The Good Friday Dinner was fun, with lots and lots of good conversation. There was lots and lots of yummy food: roast leg-o-lamb, roasted potatoes; salad; roast vegetables; home-baked dinner rolls; plum chutney; cranberry vinaigrette; chocolate pie; brownies; Lindt bunnies; bread; more salad.

Marlene iced the brownies that she'd baked, I decorated the pan with the Lindt bunnies that Amy had brought and candles, and we all sang Happy Birthday to Dallas, the newest member of thisCastle denizens and friends.

At one point during dinner, Dallas and my great friend Rob H were sitting next to each other. I noted that they bear a remarkable resemblance to one another: no hair, clean shaven, with light coloured eyes, long narrow noses, similar ears, long narrow heads, and they're slim to skinny. It was a bit disorienting for me to recognize their physical similarity.

I have to say that I'm impressed with how well Dallas fit in with everyone - he seemed comfortable and pretty much appeared as though he'd known everybody for a long time. He (Dallas) offered to do dishes before anyone else did, so of course I'm very impressed with that too. Could I/would I refuse any man who asked me if he could do some dishes for me? I think not, at least not with respect to letting him do my dishes.

I like my friends; they're nice people.