Redneck Perspective: Channalization of energetic realms for physicalistic dualist juxtapositions

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

By Clyde Thornhill

You see them at Shades: pretty girls wearing short skirts and glasses, sipping espresso and taking notes while reading thick books with lots of big words. The glasses indicate intellectualism, a hunger for pleasures of the mind as opposed to the body. They symbolize control of emotion, logic over sensation. But the short skirt shows longing of a different kind. It's as if the woman is possessed by a secret desire, a desire she hungers for and fears at the same time.

When classes are adjourned, books returned to their shelves, night blends reality with myth. The intellectual woman tosses in her sleep and dreams of things reason forbids: mist rising from the Aegean sea, fertile plains heavy with barley. She is standing barefoot on the Earth, hungry for warmth and seed; she is walking through vineyards and olive groves, hips swaying, breasts open to the sky, unashamed of her glory, ready, like Aphrodite, to rise like tides toward the moon. When she wakes, in the moment before consciousness robs her of desire, she tries to linger, to merge, if for only a moment longer, with things primitive, with heat and fire, and she craves total surrender.

With those thoughts in mind I attended a lecture on physics at the Teton Library. I knew the female intellectual crowd from Shades would be there. How tragic their life of textbook and slide rule! Tonight, I thought, at least one of them would learn to breathe in the sweet air of passion and be tutored in things of a less cerebral nature. I knew that for lust to triumph over reason I would have to fake interested in the lecture. I wasn't even sure what physics was. The lecturer, some college professor from back east, took simple everyday knowledge and made it sound complex. He claimed space and time are relative. Duh. Have you ever heard a woman tell you she will be ready in 10 minutes? Her 10 minutes and the clock's 10 minutes are relative to the time it takes to apply makeup and decide which pants don't make her look fat. And of course Lill (my on and off girlfriend) has yet to comprehend how long it takes to play the final four minutes of a football game. As for distance, I've known some truck drivers that think close is $500 damage.

Then the professor got excited about a mathematical formula called "e=mc squared." It didn't sound any different than the old formula "the bigger they are the harder they fall." Finally he began to rant about the uncertainly principle. He claimed, that on the microscopic realm, nothing could be known for sure.

Microscopic realm? What about the "trying to pick up a chick" realm? I mean, you can buy dinner and drinks and still not be sure if you will spend the night with her. (Unless she is from Salt Lake.) He also claimed the microscopic realm exists in a violent frenzy of unpredictable actions and reactions. I wonder when was the last time this guy read about current events in a newspaper?

When the lecture ended, a pretty woman with glasses and a short skirt stopped by the snack table for a cup of herb tea. "Fascinating lecture don't you think?" she asked.

I decided to use the line I saved when the subject matter went beyond NASCAR or elk hunting. "It was interesting," I replied. "However my area of study is cultural anthropology." (I chose cultural anthropology because no one really knows what it is.)

"Really," she answered impressed. (They are always impressed when they've never heard of your area of study.) "Any recent breakthroughs in cultural anthropology?" "As a matter of fact, I just returned from Papua New Guinea after six months of studying the sexual customs of the indigenous inhabitants. I must say it was fascinating. But some of the practices were quite, quite erotic," I said, as if too selfconscious to continue.

She took a deep breath and held it while her logic struggled with her passion. I have seen these internal battles before and I waited patiently for the outcome. "I would love to hear about sexual cust Š er, I mean your trip. Would you like to come over to my place for a cup of tea and tell me about it?"

Anything to further the spread of knowledge," I replied.

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