Venus On Mars: Mars on Venus

By Matthew Vandenberg

This is the sequel to VENUS ON MARS: TO.

Understand the world from both Earth and Mars, as you're taken on an oscillating journey between the two planets. It's the best way to explore every issue under the sun.

One moment you'll be reading about working in a Japanese-Iranian supermarket on Earth, and the next you'll be reading about digging into Martian regolith. Somehow, everything is linked.

I've thrown in several essays about the most pressing issues in the world, at the end, for those who like their facts straight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Dec 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781685831790

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PART 6: MEANWHILE, A MORE MEANINGFUL EARTH

Chapter 1: Comfort

Apparently it was noticeable from the International Space Station: the gaseous rain, like tears, almost like tears in the fabric of space-time given how influential they would be.

But we didn't see this here on Earth. Later, we saw the International Space Station from above, after a camera had eagerly stolen a neat position above the station, but - alas - after the last patch of gas had fallen: the quilt all but applied to the earth. We missed the application. We missed the administration of a Martian drug to the people of earth. Crucially, we missed the collision: we didn't see the capsule carrying the Martian gas as it collided with the ISS. But we hear that it appeared to be raining. So it's almost like we missed some match because of the weather: seemingly a trivial thing. But arms now became figuratively numb: some of us, for some time, couldn't feel them, like soldiers chucking down weapons. We don't miss warfare. We'll never miss warfare. So if we missed some match for us it's because we wanted warmth, not to make something blow up. And we're out there now, always, regardless of the many weathers, seeking matches for ourselves. The exact right warmth. Breath and everything about it. All that matters is trying to smell something: this is the new pursuit of happiness, a satisfying natural scent a new fortune by five hundred peeps.

Adding a statue of comfort women - made in space - to the outside of the ISS was a smart idea and, had the camera stolen it's position sooner, they may have appeared to be weeping enough for their tears to cover the earth. This would have been an historical image no doubt. For we should be feeling what it was like for them now.

But the gas fell to earth unnoticed, and this came as a somewhat beautiful surprise to us all one morning. It was like, after having acclimated to the levels of gases in the atmosphere, we suddenly found ourselves detecting something different.

This wasn't just the gases from Mars repeatedly double parking in our atmospheric multistory (and for a multisensory experience) car park - the concentration was relatively minute - but the impact the gases had on some individuals, as if behind cars, causing them to exercise more, to run, to pant, to produce new versions of this alien gas, and to eventually come into contact with others. Concentration was indeed important: these people and those they came into contact with were so thoughtful, and now more and more were becoming thoughtful over time, more and more of us inside this massive new age car park that's a more pleasant earth, where people move about more and find pleasure in the most basic scents: basic in the sense that Mars is like a base.

Natural scents - if you can call them that despite the Martian roots - became synonymous with pleasantness. Thanks should certainly be given to the media, given journalists decided against fearmongering and instead opted to push the most optimistic theory of just how healthy these gases are: just too much was at stake for them not to. And those under their influence to begin with were the beautiful women, so very similar to the reporters on television all the time. How could they ever be regarded as enemies? They were like Schapelle Corby, and she was always going to get off.

Side effects included a greater appreciation of previously considered foul-smelling areas, for the new natural scents could sometimes smell very similar, and we were told now they were fine, and so - naturally - we craved/crave consumption of them. Suddenly more people, surrounded by female workers, didn't mind cleaning up Honduras, clearing away trash from Guatemala. And people in theaters wanted entertainment in the form of smells: the almost tangible indication of the presence of others during satisfying, emotional, and suspenseful scenes of a film.

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- THE DIPLOMAT

TOKYO REPORT

Japan Must Not Renegotiate the Comfort Women Agreement

https://thediplomat.com/2017/12/japan-must-not-renegotiate-the-comfort-women-agreement/?

[...South Korea would strive to resolve the issue of a comfort women statue erected in front of the Embassy of Japan in Seoul.]

- Honduras rubbish: Eco-cides take over Caribbean coast | Al Jazeera English (2018, January 1)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UbkbrZK_Amo

The Doctor (2017)

Dr Karl Kruszelnicki

[p. 154 :Theatre smells.]

- What the Nose Knows: The Science of Scent in Everyday Life (2006, November 7)

Avery Gilbert

[p. 118: If you believe that a particular odor is making you sick, that odor is likely to make you sick even if your original symptoms were caused by something entirely different.]

Chapter 2: Anosmic

Smell is now the most powerful scent for most of us, and for some it's simply what it used to be. They're playfully referred to as anosmic, for a formally standard sense of smell is now like what no sense of it whatsoever once was. Could one also use the term agnostic in a sense, since senses would be confusing to them anyway?, as this Goddess-like sense of smell - like that of a Goddess ready for some conception - is impossible to explain: some conception indeed dearly awaits. So many are pregnant with anticipation day by day. One can see a woman, each hand outstretched but far from her lips (so movements don't require arms, so touch and smell are cherished together as though married, close ties - polyester perhaps - celebrated), and wonder what's beyond this (hand; conception). To draw one close is to find meaning like giving birth. Some conception is complicated. Essentially the figurative placenta is consciousness, and it's this moment of breathless anticipation and then saturation in her breathy air that one must find again and again, for to let it go is like losing consciousness. The woman matters and still women matter, for this is feminism. So again and again, women matter.

I think that's the message - a nasal massage by fingers of Martian gas - that we've all been wanting and can all appreciate. The smells of some first conception right up until and including some home delivery, even in store, in the store where I work. The first conception, the first smell: it's the shock and wonder. But again, this is about women, not only one. It's about moments, all new, all mystical, with all in.

Most of us are addicted to natural odors now.

Most of us have osmolagnia.

And those of us who interact with strangers most - like myself, I work in retail - have the most sought after jobs and are treated like royalty.

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- The Scent of Desire (2007)

Rachel Herz

[p. 130]

Chapter 3: VOC

With smell the new sight nose hairs are now the new eyes and everyone's in some figurative cross hairs as though the atmosphere's a single nostril and we're detecting the presence of airguns with every exhalation of Mother Earth (an antidote to the escalation of violence) (eyes on hairs mean better movements and more awareness). People are dying to get shot (people the new barrels, and wine mature in them like breath, so no need for any squeezing of anything like guns when one's flexing, only some trigger for something) rather than getting shot to die. (All hope is not lost when foreigners - not lost - are bonded with rather than hopeless, being the people with immune systems most unlike those now reaching out to them: all of us willing to expose ourselves to something unusual for exploration's sake are the refugees, but nowadays this is mostly a pleasurable affair, as stages become objects rather than simple steps [stepping up], and objects become stars, so that we're no longer blind to a perfect night sky of scent).

Not only are people dying to get shot, longing for this like they're gasping for air, but this hopeful longing practically makes them qualified physicians, as they roam the streets searching for unique smells, like the new car smell in the absence of a car: volatile organic compounds that are alkane and benzene derivatives, an indication of lung cancer if on someone's breath. That's new, so a nose is the new car and they are indeed everywhere, but traffic jams are pleasant if people are exhausted: stale breath the new exhaust. Just the right proportion of carbon dioxide, following a recipe for success rather than failure: arousal. And people generally don't race around to get much done, but rather to stay fit and smell their best: this is a type of new car smell - sprinting is for speed - but the wrong type is still new to many of us even though it's indicative of overused lungs. The loose electrons of people are their breath, so if they're on the table they can be sodium chloride together with others, periodically, just by exhaling when they meet. And sweat and salty breath are now as standard as movers and some shakers. Food has a new refreshing feeling on the nose (precisely, even if Australian): people power. Strong.

Now a greater percentage of our body weight comes from others, and this breath carries some significant weight like it's alive (and bacteria is, after all): like the sheer weight of numbers of people people can win by.

We inhale to blissfully absorb others' molecules.

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- The Scent of Desire (2007)

Rachel Herz

[p. 212-213]

- The Scent of Desire: Discovering Our Enigmatic Sense of Smell (2007)

Rachel Herz

[p. 212: ...lung cancer patients exhale a cocktail of alkane and benzene derivatives, which also constitute the primary VOCs that compose new care smell.; p. 213]

- Gut: The Inside Story of Our Body's Most Under-Rated Organ (2015)

Giulia Enders

[p. 38: Our lungs, for example, do nothing other than absorb molecules with every breath we take. Thus 'breathing in' really means 'taking in nourishment in gaseous form.']

- Alkane and benzene derivatives are volatile organic compounds. Breath has a lot of weight to it. Inhale. Absorb molecules.

Chapter 4: Appreciation

Agonal respiration now gets better recognition because people are like new and improved bots, more attuned to the beginnings of breathlessness (some began with speeches on Mars), whatever they may be: blissful or life-threatening.

The greater appreciation for smells and sounds has led many to take sight for granted, ditching lenses, cars, roads, and even luxurious homes in favor of tents, suspense, being tense, sweat, exploration, and an overall general deviation from the norm. Caves even creep into consciousness convivially, unseen but felt, like garments, as smells are remembered more than faces, these canvasses for blank stares becoming black holes not for getting too lost in: breath should come out of the closest one, closet one. Two: when two doors collide breaths change places. Three: pyramids keep wind out so breath stays fresh - morning, y'all ready for something new and different. Civilization. Looking back on something significant will be like a whole new sight when here and now breath is coming soon. Emotional. One's presence is so very important, and now see only eyes for some fine looks (even if one finds the person looking funny, for there is more exhalation) and breathe in. The further back in time the better sight for the mind's eye (but move forward with time toward her now, for only smell will truly improve sight), the better the breath is for life, for sighs, for sights, and for now: but there needn't be a further plan, for strangers come from strange, unfamiliar areas and meetings are not planned. Smells over sights.

Now, this could be where I come in, as though there are now enough customers before me to make up an audience of faces being present for reading something on like their story: they're creative enough - with free time with every purchase, no longer on hold because they're present with theirs - and so they shower me with their creative presence. See, I work at a store for tourists and travelers. And such stores are now more popular than real estate agents.

No one predicted this: the sense of smell was not strong enough to be heard coming - that wouldn't make sense. And even if smelly bodies could have been heard by synesthetes, how far and wide people would soon be willing to travel - mostly by foot - in search of new smells could not have been known beforehand, only maybe after many rounds of applause in theaters after noses had perked up like ears after barefoot travelers had walked across the roofs above the sitters that were full of holes (and small hotels, for noses alone) like Swiss cheese. Feet in doors meant that pongy but arousing air was circulated through rooms of the upper echelons of officials to make it official like a relationship, so smells became as significant as sky-scrapers: cloud nines attached, tongues scraped in public for some building up to something (good enough?) - wet weather when warm. It's what's inside that counts: no gold, but people, and in people breath. Arms raised were not put down like unwanted dogs, but questions from the common folk about the newfound significance and fairer currency of smell were answered well, and socialism considered carefully, the strength of social cohesion exemplified by the powerful new acceptance of the different scents worldwide: memory triggers for cultural intelligence.

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- New Scientist Daily (Email)

13/01/18

[AI listens in on emergency calls to diagnose heart attacks]

- New Scientist

AI listens in on emergency calls to diagnose cardiac arrest

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2158073-ai-listens-in-on-emergency-calls-to-diagnose-cardiac-arrest/#ixzz7DDqKptwJ

Chapter 5: C

If you see time

as a hoop or a C

then seemingly jump through hoops so it seems, in time, you can really breathe/

No need to know no ropes coz just one of yours is hard to beat/

Coz girl you own my body part that's a thing for pee,

so you've a thing for pee you own, and yours is of course a more important, imported - if you come from overCs - antique I need to study,

coz you've made simply passing time like a new release, and one of what's essentially water and energy,

(and with everyone into passing time it passes fast indefinitely)

(we can almost see the climate change frequently even just presently, but with time seemingly in your hands or on your side of where you've been, making grass green where something great trickles down to me, it seems as though growth of what's needed can be better than it's ever been)

as you're healthy running through hoops in a pen where I can then breathe freely,

with no need for pipes for carcinogens from cars or hollow pens in my nose as I hope for you to release air like it's a new feed/

Everyone's so hollow when I see them in news feeds,

so I need someone new please, so show me some of what you're made of when you move, in time, in time to a beat/

Suitcases aren't so hollow if there's room, in time, for you and I to breathe/

If browsing, passing some time, we can easily meet

coz you don't just see some case but dates that needn't be make believe/

Plan to make others believe in more than single ones that are these/

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- New Scientist Daily (Email)

23/12/17

[Calendar synaesthesia: The people who can see time; Accompanying picture; Seeing a calendar as either a hoop or C.]

- New Scientist

Calendar synaesthesia: The people who can see time

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23631572-200-the-people-who-can-see-time/#:~:text=Emma%20is%20a%20calendar%20synaesthete%2C%20one%20of%20a,brain%20links%20one%20kind%20of%20sensation%20to%20another.

[Accompanying picture; Seeing a calendar as either a hoop or C.]

Chapter 6: Wax

When ears get in the way of noses that's when people tend to study some history: smelling earwax to learn about ancestry, ethnicity, and consumption. This happens quickly, without people making some serious scholarship out of it. There is essentially a bump in the night like a black pimple. Sometimes it's like the night sky has a smell, delivered to our noses via air pockets that look like black pimples, as we're all watched over, by and large, by a large and confident African American woman: for now every scent is measured by how much it resembles that of the sweat or breath of a healthy woman. So if the sky is a fraction of a woman, we can see and smell what happened long ago (perhaps just a year, before scent was appreciated like it is now) by looking deep into it's eyes. We think about history a lot but it's usually personal. But ears are for listening with, for producing good earwax, and for anything that requires some balance. If a judge has some of his or her own then it's best that this judge simply appreciate the smell of earwax evenly distributed, but only when they don't have a nose for the inside of mouths. But the higher power - the black, female atmosphere - is always in control anyway. This is the new myth and the new religion, that people follow like a dog truffles or drugs. Because if every scent is a fraction of a woman's natural one then the purpose of the earth's atmospheres - air in ever smaller rooms (matryoshka) - is to be a guide: desensitizing people to the smells that may limit the remarkable potency of those others (outliers: the figurative asteroids. It hits you) of a truly natural female on earth, close, present, a tangible piece of the Goddess in the night sky that's fully perceptible at once. The problem is getting used to a single female's smell to the point of not noticing it anymore: the problem is monogamy. More smells mean a greater connection with the Goddess, and a greater appreciation and understanding of her overall essence that is carried forth in the rather diverse peoples of the planet. There's indeed some room for scholarship, but only if there's a class of people to be seen. And think about some space. Is it really all that necessary if we learn to appreciate people more, and the earth? So earwax and scholarship are no doubt suitable distractions for when desensitization appears imminent and travel is required, if only to be a means to try and appear repeatedly in the Goddess' field of vision. So, again, bumps matter a lot whether for scholarship or pleasure. Shocks are sensual. The Goddess speaks to us in the most potent of ways, using the most touching scents of the beings before us, they being mere conduits.

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- New Scientist Daily (Email)

23/12/17

[The secrets of your past that lurk inside your ears]

- New Scientist

The secrets of your past that lurk inside your ears

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23631571-900-the-secrets-of-your-past-that-lurk-inside-your-ears/#ixzz7DDpnROi2

- Smell earwax to find out about ancestry, ethnicity, and consumption.

Chapter 7: Language

With identity now determined by the pattern of a person's inhalations, rapping has become a means of telling people just who you are (or was this always so?), given the breathers taken between the utterance of lines, and such unique breathers mean unique smells can be released also. And this explains everyone's fascination with what other people (whom are truly rich in carbon dioxide) are getting off their chest (material items being tossed aside, only as good as the smell) and/or saying. A greater variety of people means more inhalations of different proportions of carbon dioxide from breath alone worldwide, and this could affect some climate. And some climate is always important to say the least, so even if one's saying the least their presence is still valued. For sweat smells, and fear can be detected also: so fear of public speaking after a jog is a reason for a whole audience to comfort the speaker if so desired. The speaker's consent must always be obtained, and they should not be afraid to speak. The point is that.

There are new standards now, say standard excuses (all important), standards of polite society (it has grown like beautiful aromatic bacteria in a dish that's a representation of the dishing out of what's received), and standard volumes of gaseous emissions from people now what everything is measured by. So smells usually matter more than words, but standard consent or excuses are in the new constitution that's a biblical text: the lines among the very few necessary now, with so many blurred like sharp smells once were yesteryear. For scents have become more important than standard standards. Many standards can be few and far between (like they're between four and five percent of the landscape, like the proportion of carbon dioxide in exhaled breath, once barely detectable) (none [standards] may be needed in some instances), and low for living, which means moving about more, traveling. What's standard is not moving. A new high is more significant than the lows, if lows are even considered so. Ups and downs are followed closely, mouths agape and noses awake. Scent and rarity is everything. And everyone's nodding. Words are carefully being figuratively removed from vocabularies one by one for the sake of furthering body language. Depression is not a movement, so this IS. This is the opposite of rumination: this is direct stimulation, elevation, divination, fascination, and exhilaration. There are no words.

Simplification.

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- New Scientist Daily (Email)

23/12/17

[HOW you breathe might betray you. The pattern of inhalations people make when they speak seem to be unique to each individual – which means an algorithm can be used to identify the speaker.]

- Could everyone breathing in the exhaled breath of others, reduce the net release of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere enough for this to have a significant effect on climate change?

Chapter 8: Entanglement

Think of them as quantum-entangled particles: cops in white neighborhoods had to act like those in black neighborhoods for the sake of fairness, and so a white person had to be arrested for every black person arrested. This was a radical new policy that was born - and adopted by a mixed-raced couple of million people in a progressive multicultural United States of America's middle east - just as the significance of smell hit the airwaves indirectly from Mars. There were many heated arguments in America's middle east, causing many to mistake them for the real deal: heated arguments in the Middle East. Sometimes they were so few and far between that people thought they had been dropped off in Iraq for fasting, time between meals and cities flying like UFOs they couldn't dodge, hitting them like a rush of blood to or from the head and dizzy spells. They essentially had to all stop and think and use the sense of smell to navigate AROUND the roses like they were icebergs and people were drowning. At first, pricks were all but ignored and seemingly shrank to nothing (blood was everywhere [inside the bodies only: recall the head]). This is because people weren't properly paying attention to scent. Not yet. So they were often hit by said figurative UFOs in the septum and were still trying to figure out what the OBJECTS were, rather than what was wrong with them. They had many objections when people spoke about sticking noses where they don't belong, so many that they - like objects - would have filled many holes in land like landfills, but the stenches went unnoticed, like adaptation. Call this the unfortunate adoption of creationism over evolution. But this is not what Jesus would have wanted, he would have wanted smelling to be considered more important than touching people and things, for too many people get too touchy when push comes to shove. Time and certain smells (like the scent of healthy bodies, or the bad breath of women) were not meant to be for punishment. They were meant to help with time-management by giving people the opportunity to think things (including emotion-laden memories) through. (More on the punishment that the crime didn't want to wear - it couldn't fit - but that we refused to not recycle, in time).

Now, despite the fact that white people do commit many crimes, cops were at first unable to pin many down for any - the tail for the donkey was a whip they were too frightened to let go for fear of embarrassing themselves, and so they chose to continue to turn a blind eye (blindfold the color of confederate flags) to the complete assholes: certain white-collar capitalist pigs. So this led to the creation of new crimes that were a joke at first. Those responsible for offensive odors were detained from minutes to an hour or so depending on the potency of the scent. More men than women were detained, naturally. And they were white of course, for the sake of entanglement serving it's purpose like law enforcement (some laws seem insignificant but they can have a massive influence on people). Ironically, but reasonably, excessive use of deodorant or cologne was a punishable offense just like offensive body odor. Middle ground may have been eastward. Overseas and some salt are okay and interest in both should be encouraged. So keep thinking of entanglement if swimming.

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- New Scientist Daily (Email)

7/10/17

[Biased policing is made worse by errors in pre-crime algorithms]

[First underwater entanglement could lead to unhackable comms]

- New Scientist

Biased policing is made worse by errors in pre-crime algorithms

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23631464-300-biased-policing-is-made-worse-by-errors-in-pre-crime-algorithms/

- New Scientist

First underwater entanglement could lead to unhackable comms

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2144866-first-underwater-entanglement-could-lead-to-unhackable-comms/#ixzz7DDpVEgnj

- Officers in a very white area should have to mimic the actions of officers in a black area, and make just as many arrests. That's a quota to combat racism.

Chapter 8.5: Laughter Aside

'They just sit there, all in a line, staring at the wall.'

I laugh.

'It's not polite to laugh. It's rude. They'd get offended.'

'They can't hear me.'

'But if they could. Especially Bob.' - he taps Bob on the head. Bob has headphones on. He's a hundred years old. He's listening to Eminem.

'Why's he listening to Eminem?'

'He's not.' - the guy picks up the CD player and throws it on the ground and stamps on it - 'He's listening to nothing now. You killed his music.'

'I didn't do anything,' I say.

Chapter 9: Menopause

Studying the scents associated with menopause was crucial to the growth of human beings, for immaturity is like never flushing the toilet because you think it's too hot in the bathroom, but who will clean up after you? Unless people are free and willing to, there is little to gain from admiring hot flushes, but they're significant, so do be. Bosses should be thankful for certain smells but certainly don't say 'thank you' enough. Do they simply forget to? That could be due to menopause-induced Alzheimer's. But who's to know unless the right smells are under a figurative microscope? Get nosy. Fidgeting and fingering hair is also admirable, in order to obtain samples to measure hair cortisol and look for markers of chronic stress rather than permanent ones that may be toxic. (Note, there are better things to smell. And don't use a marker to take one). The pain of forgetfulness or not being thanked for much work could probably be relieved for women by the right scents alone if this can help them climax even when not alone (the scents are like a select group of people on an island - call it Mars - and no man should be an island, as the saying goes. So call HER Mars).

Thoughts such as these questions are now racing through the heads of people behind the wheels of self-driving vehicles, from cars to boats to planes, because they need to smell the difference between safety and danger, health and harm. That's why drivers are so important: they're in control and deep in thought. But not so deep that they can't get out of a contractual obligation to move things forward in a direction they're not happy with as it's too formal when they want something more futuristic. Even if water's like papers they can still climb the piles ever so well that they look like coins and the papers like money ready to be changed into bitcoins for the sake of exposure. But where they're going still can't be too dark as the web of intrigue needs to be regulated, so sight is still very significant even though you can't smell it.

So in offices and retail stores we began to stop thinking about space and start thinking about races, even blindly. We thought about smells and bringing people together. And we still think, prompted perpetually by the ever-emerging new scents of new movements of new people. We're in charge of a pit-stop, where cars sit and wait while people race around. Cars become suitcases while people become models. But smell is the new sight and those not fully engaged need to come into the store for figurative smoke-rings, fully natural and woman-made. And donuts are the shapes made by mouths, with the smells perhaps matching those of the cakes which they can have and eat and expose the smell of too, because sights have been set so low it's time to take a deep breath, exhale, and let scents replace them, so pit-stops like ours become places to rest, think, and play, rather than just watch intently. That seems to be more like walking on air: people power, exhalation, and exercise. The admiration of people doing well making gas of glass ceilings.

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- New Scientist

We need a more grown-up conversation about the menopause

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23531413-700-we-need-a-more-grownup-conversation-about-the-menopause/#ixzz7DDrIWlYc

- New Scientist

How menopause and Alzheimer’s change the brain in similar ways

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23531410-400-how-menopause-and-alzheimers-change-the-brain-in-similar-ways/#ixzz7DDrSZAwg

- New Scientist

Your boss not saying 'thank you' could be bad for your health

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2158976-your-boss-not-saying-thank-you-could-be-bad-for-your-health/#ixzz7DDrboCu5

- New Scientist

Women don’t need to ‘switch off’ to climax, orgasm study shows

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2150180-women-dont-need-to-switch-off-to-climax-orgasm-study-shows/#ixzz7DDrlWXi8

Chapter 9.5: Aside Somersault

I could write more

if I score more rights,

like the right not to drive

coz a wheel isn't ink, so I'd rather feel a clit,

see, the invention of the wheel was really just to show peeps how to feel it/

Now, she's always got my back - I feel my spinal cord pulled tight like it's flying like a fly and attached to my thighs - but it's backbreaking work to cut her some slack, but my pants are bags, sagging and I'm panting as she pants and dances to figuratively stamp me into a breathless trance with her breath so bad it's almost contraband to be banned/

I gotta take a stand, and break it, coz that's where I'll stand to break it down: breathe on me like I'm a new brand of backs of bags - hidden like my hand in my pants,

and see some fly open,

I'm talking bags on the floor like your mouths: wide open/

But you're not going down on me coz I'm the guy who's a guide for you who's wide open like your thighs/

Women on my mind (high) in my head on breakfast in bed (high)/

Watch me somersault so they breathlessly fall/

Chapter 10: Mold

Moving like slime mold we make smells our figurative hedges so that we're in a maze of our own: all of us, and moving mostly to the beat of breaths exhaled, cushions of breath suitable for suits for sleeping at the turning table (many are) for experiencing this life like a dream, and so you get more than a single one.

Indoctrination into a life of experiencing others running through figurative mazes and exhaling begins in the womb: rather than being shown red dots to read a face fetuses are showered with scents, noses noticed more than necessary, and nostrils the focus for natural surgery before birth.

But if we move past the womb to life after birth then - lost between the hedges of breath - we're introduced to 'hedge theory': people being at least surrounded by the breath of others can counter the epidemic of loneliness, also referred to as 'gas in lieu of solids theory', whereby beings are characterized by personified gases gratuitously. If one makes a move it can comfortably be figuratively and literally through others helping out, so cooperation is almost always sensed superbly. For those aged between eighteen and twenty four such movements are needed the most, like plants - many unfolding like molecules, and being green with health rather than envy. So we now see where the hedges are coming from. Vital signs are live-streamed like we're Twitch gamers, so that people can compete to make the most people (and animals) content at once (hashtag Contents), dubbed the 'induction of mass contentment'. (There are suitable chains: if forming one then this shouldn't be hard, and the restaurants work like people). It is at this point that smells somewhat mimic entangled photons - if one is moving near people then many are indeed moved because of one (all explained in 'hedge theory').

But natural childbirth is so unsuitable that we should move back into the womb immediately, like we can't leave home, rooms being improved but never left so that some room for improvement is always and forever present and lived in and for: living to be ever better is why nostrils are stretched ever better over generations. And before one is born the nostrils are referred to as the twin black holes orbiting one another like binary stars, and matter is all but relegated insignificant: it is only useful if fine enough to enter the nostrils, in a sense only if gaseous. This is universal. Some matter shouldn't be seemingly invasive in an unsuitable way. Think better aroused by smells. Break things down a bit. Think well. Vacuum cleaners - insomuch as they are used to pick up particles that could have helped people to build up an immunity to diseases - are shunned and used only when people are 'playing God' and cleaning otherwise natural air. up after themselves when they should be doing so and after others (seeking surely). After all, would one vacuum a womb? Lord no! And all atmospheres - if considered sacred - are treated as much as possible like wombs, for it should be pleasurable to be surrounded by one. Stop the noise from any cleaners not considered natural (our small talk needs to be heard but is unfortunately smaller than the standard sounds from cleaners it would seem, and therefore drowned out): they should stop talking about wanting the latest perfume, and evidence since the release of natural smells of people worldwide, and worldwide, suggests that they're indeed talking now about people more.

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- New Scientist

Fetuses turn to follow face-like shapes while in the womb

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2134065-fetuses-turn-to-follow-face-like-shapes-while-in-the-womb/#ixzz7DDuJUjGn

- New Scientist

Feeling lonely? You're not on your own

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23531351-900-feeling-lonely-youre-not-on-your-own/

- New Scientist

Why UK midwives are back-pedalling on natural childbirth

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2143756-why-uk-midwives-are-back-pedalling-on-natural-childbirth/#ixzz7DDud6dND

- New Scientist

Twitch gamers live-stream their vital signs to keep fans hooked

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2144051-twitch-gamers-live-stream-their-vital-signs-to-keep-fans-hooked/#ixzz7DDuqG2o7

- New Scientist

First underwater entanglement could lead to unhackable comms

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2144866-first-underwater-entanglement-could-lead-to-unhackable-comms/#ixzz7DDuzFWet

- New Scientist

Smart but dumb: probing the mysteries of brainless intelligence

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23531340-700-smart-but-dumb-probing-the-mysteries-of-brainless-intelligence/#ixzz7DDvA11rs

[In nature, a slime mould relies on chemical receptors on its surface to sense substances in its path as it creeps along the forest floor. If it gets a whiff of something attractive, like food, it will rapidly pulsate, pushing itself closer to the source.]

Chapter 10.5: Skit/s Aside

- Person A is continually destroying something of value.

- ‎Person B asks what Person A is doing, is met with look of bewilderment, and, when destruction is highlighted, Person A finally explains why: Person A believes there is no longer a need for said items, as Person A believes that she is now famous.

- ‎When questioned, Person A gives a reason that is utterly absurd.

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A person does everything possible to smell the breath of strangers.

Chapter 11: Glow

Imagine really seeing the nose and the associated parts of the brain, imagine it's a hydra, a transparent jellyfish, and you're seeing every neuron fire: that's like the effects of a blaze of scents, like tiny hairs are on fire, like trees in Greenland you never thought ever could be (people have been so cold). But first, it's like you're watching nervousness - like it's a basic nervous system - intently as you await the show, anticipating inhalation with exhalation, or vice versa, an immortal jellyfish becoming an adult then a kid again, again and again, as wonder is repeatedly found in and around the mouths used for the simplest of utterances if any. That's only the first taste of wetness, like those surrounding you are vegans and only drinking water. But where are plants? Plants should be fine. And mornings should be obvious: replace fog, mist, and pollution with the smell of morning breath, otherwise disguised or hidden too deep inside unspoken words, if some fast if not slow. Catch up to me. Keep up.

You can't smell concrete or ice but you can smell plants, especially when they're so close to being on the nose, deep in the depths of an open mouth, like a tongue, like a dying language that should be revived like bacteria by people speaking out about it, even if using what's used [be this a language or bacteria] seems counterintuitive. There's middle ground, and there there are plants, not concrete and not ice.

Imagine glowing like neurons in the presence of calcium: seeing milk over ice, like it's snow that needs to be saved if not savored. Keep mouths open - stay surprised - and circuits for digestion highlighted like eyes, as you practically stay on your toes, so shocked after using heels that you needn't be: look instead for crevices, for wetness, for suitable sensory stimulation and appreciate satisfactory fitness. Spread the word - mouths agape - as more joggers means the location of more military bases will be revealed, places that should be for fitness, not warfare. And as your mouth is open, and those mouths of those around you, know what you're practically walking into. A new way of living, breathing, warming, a global movement the likes of which have never been known before to outsiders: those organisms not living in mouths. One should always be looking for plants and pushing growth, even when not outdoors, always attempt to order odors. Bacteria matters. Fill new rooms: new materialism is for when things are heating up, so forget about solids, and all that other shit. But water works well for much. But get up and out of river beds. The only way forward for now is to keep talking and walking until everyone feels fine.

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- New Scientist

Entire nervous system of an animal recorded for the first time

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2127625-entire-nervous-system-of-an-animal-recorded-for-the-first-time/

- New Scientist

Electric shocks could help you perfect your running technique

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2129145-electric-shocks-could-help-you-perfect-your-running-technique/#ixzz7DDxY313w

- New Scientist

Secret US military bases revealed by joggers using fitness app

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23731633-400-secret-us-military-bases-revealed-by-joggers-using-fitness-app/#ixzz7DDxhOdsV

- Greenlanders Are Living The Consequences Of Climate Change

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=M2Idg7eiehI

- New Scientist

Why your real age may be older – or younger – than your years

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23531320-300-why-your-real-age-may-be-older-or-younger-than-your-years/#ixzz7DDy9jTCk

Chapter 12: Nosy

It can't be overstated: one sniff whipping up in the nose a perfect figurative plate the size of eyes wide open, only to be smashed like a Greek wedding's - dull standardized connectivity - rearing it's fat, ugly head. Wasted. But you can get around this when tables turn and you're simply sitting next to a married woman (forget some movement): the plates are yours for the duration of your stay, say, on a busy bus. No drinks, just breath. If driving's slightly erratic - steering wheels like tables - then that's fine, plates break but more can be picked up time and time again (new scents on the table these plates): repeated mobile weddings - mere moments - are yours to master.

So goes the lonely man's lament. But breath can fall onto - and into - a nose at any time, especially when lost in random space. So now people wander around aimlessly on purpose: the aim though - for it can be taken, even at face value - is clearly saturation for every situation. Every beautiful face, every word, valued like a trace of a precious stone, in the demeanor of the inhaler a trace of precious stoned. And said inhaler can be used, no doubt, so long as purposes are stated slowly and surely, breath alive in the air like bats of the night. Asthmatic breathing leading to arousal, even if things are a little dark.

Of course, there are problems with this. If people are scared then this is no doubt problematic. And this must be avoided at all costs, and perpetrators punished. Crimes of passion have become predominantly about the pursuit of the scent of fear at all costs, like a wild dog's looking for a reason to bark: to speak louder than a tree - some bark - no matter who's hurt by this selfish voice. Watch the growth of trees because branches can kill when the storm's more than merely in a teacup. It's not that some bark's worse than some bite, but this still can cause one to be twice shy, especially if one falls onto said branches. Some bark can indeed be like a stick that breaks bones, hoarse as such sounds, dealt inhumanely and rudely and too hastily. That's quickly reaching the bottom of a barrel. Where women do not belong. Approaches that are too loud like thunder should be shunned. Human weather must be controlled.

But most people in this new world behave appropriately. That is to say, nonetheless, in a NEW appropriate manner: like dogs, but tame and domesticated ones. For the sniffing is sensational. Bodies are sniffed but barely touched. And sniffing is predominantly passive and perverse.

Most people are decent but with some [people] cold, noses in pictures can be blocked when one's trying to look up just how to breathe appropriately online. Perhaps blocking such imagery is meant to make noses more mystical: nasal niqabs protect the nose from pollutants, and digital nasal niqabs might protect the mind, but one's more willing now to mind a smell than an image, so any niqab is much like a nose and stuck where it probably doesn't belong: on show (remember to forget about traditional materialism, all wearable fashion included if not useful, while nose rings are on the rise in more ways than one, more highly regarded, like two, higher up the nose and inside, noses like national flagpoles, rings like flags and the bigger the better but watch the tone: the flag only known through the unique bulges in the nose). Noses should be hidden, but only in plain sight - with sight so plain it's unnoticed like a mythical ether. That's how smells can sweep people off their feet while breathers remain unaware that they have the power and a figurative broom in the shape of cloud nine. But sight is overrated and it's the sense of smell that matters most, so see only noses flat on the cloud, and the cloud rising like vapor. That's nothing to be sneezed at (no sudden loud noises). Don't move it. Stop colds but keep appreciating breath in small spaces and even if for only small lengths of time. Staying in place matters. Again, don't move it. Relax. Even if the cloud disappears another can form.

Anyway, forget about small talk about the weather. You needn't even notice it.

Chapter 13: Commie

Apparently the best charity to donate to is The Against Malaria Foundation, in respect to how well your money will be spent. The insecticide-treated bed nets they distribute are five dollars a piece and save lives. It was only a matter of time before female breathers were asked to promote said nets and began using them to play volleyball breathlessly, coloring their breath using a special spray in order to promote insecticide with the smell of theirs. (The gaseous tracking device was not for balls, so eyes were meant to wander more, gazes like scents, not solid and threatening). Nets were all over the place: they must have been in the air given all the attention captured. That's how things finally went down on beaches at dawns worldwide. Falling like the value of cryptocurrency, balls dropped repeatedly, and people emerged from their digital shells into natural real selves not left on the shelf after the purchase of chemicals for freshening air, breath and bodies (but still had the balls to use cryptocurrency). Sand was the new shelves and sweat the new shells, and a fiver the price of participation.

Participation was not passive: muscles of new participants were stimulated in such a manner as to have them match the muscles of the female breathers, with muscle movements associated with sadness triggered time and time again to foster empathy in the participants.

And breath also promoted food: breath the smell of algae served as a beacon lighting the way (the lighter the more springy the steps) to where thousands of new species of algae were being cultivated.

And as for associated brain development, it's the areas around spaces (and around stadiums) - like they're balls - that matter the most: these areas are for communication. But what about communicating THROUGH balls? (A hole in one). Can this lead to synesthesia? If sounds travel better through solid balls than gaseous ones, could those who smell sounds smell sweat better if it's tossed around like an idea? Is tasting smells synesthesia? Maybe holes matter like nostrils, and the sweat accumulating in the sponges in the holes that form the hidden tunnels of balls like catacombs or pyramids or private homes, but round table versions: spheres. Maybe they're so important. Maybe so is crosstalk: talk between mouths and noses, so so many muscles of noses were stimulated to move like mouths. It all became talk that's more showy, talk for show far better than ever so that talking heads eventually got replaced with talking noses. The gathering of unexpected delights: the sense of smell allowing better definition of background noise, whatever the background.

The key theme if we're to find one, sleeping, dreaming in an open train carriage of tunnels and carriers, is that we're a lot like mosquitoes now, and so we now know how necessary it is to protect ourselves from them because, generally UNLIKE us (keep that in mind. We're better even if different. Think about ALL the races and games), they can carry something they don't realize they're carrying. Like a carriage carries breathless women for some spread. ('What are you here for?' 'I'll come. 'I'm coming!' 'That's clear'.) So sand is something like the new arms for races: held there, like one's doing push-ups (a race at once: call this speed, a new drug. Then all races at once), some race on arms, but many colors because stars move in many manners. The better arms race. That's the new World Cup for you. Sweat is shared. Call this new communism. Welcome to Russia in twenty eighteen.

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- New Scientist

Effective altruism is re-inventing how we do good – can it work?

[This article does not appear to be available online. See the article below.]

- New Scientist

Does a networked world need a new approach to doing good?

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23331143-100-does-a-networked-world-need-a-new-approach-to-doing-good/#ixzz7DE0O9jiR

- New Scientist

Empathy device lets a friend’s brain signals move your hand

https://www.newscientist.com/article/2123319-empathy-device-lets-a-friends-brain-signals-move-your-hand/#ixzz7DE0r03id

- New Scientist

Tomorrow's menu: Termites, grass and synthetic milk

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23331180-400-tomorrows-menu-termites-grass-and-synthetic-milk/

- New Scientist

Mind the gaps: The holes in your brain that make you smart

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg23331180-300-mind-the-gaps-the-holes-in-your-brain-that-make-you-smart/#ixzz7DE19S0ZD

Chapter 14: Cases

In this store each opening has as it's seed a suitcase. So rather than an opening being in a suitcase some suitcase is in each opening, for something better than a repair (see some cut away when they have a suitcase for what it's worth, and a theme song). Suitcases are used as stepping stones to where one can be conversing with women convincingly. So if they're all on the table, and if one's cool with being objectified then she can let others - women - take this floor like a pill (with enough movements pregnancy won't be an issue, with no need to get any closer than face to face. It's all about the strength of the movements and breathlessness. Call movements new pills that are just the right flavor of air and atmosphere) so that things are carefully shaken up (think carbon dioxide and gushing). Bodies benefit from a leg to stand on, so make suitcases like legs, and a shoulder to lean on, so make the lean ones like shoulders. So people can see clearly what some substitute for one (like a table, if not turned) is (you don't need to leave the store. Well, not yet. Soon you'll be able to see the substitutes for many everywhere. And you'll just totally need to go everywhere. The subtle movement should be strong. Exhalation. And substitutes for many will be more than objects). Posing becomes affectionate and compassionate. Breath is better than water to take the pill with though (remember, the pill's not ecstasy: it's only the notion of it. The contents of a suitcase all the more profound the more one stares at it with another, the more figurative wave functions collapse [like they're common, traditional greetings failing], the more breaths are not measured: keep it raw, and observe thoroughly and thoughtfully. That's a BETTER bitter pill to swallow), and even water better than a grain of salt (pay attention for bodies to be appreciated. Many for the price that's small). Models on display (not pills) matter, being better than air fresheners, naturally. You see some MATTER after all. The new world's like a car now (though staying at home matters), given some force behind it (that's like driving). Once they're all finally stationary homes will be a lot more pleasant: there's no need for wheels at all, let alone the reinvention of any.

So, anyway, it's none of anyone's business (unfortunately, not yet) but for improvement of total societal impact scents would be more of an incentive than money. Women more effective off paper than on, in fact it's an O, H and S issue if there are papers everywhere on the floor and they're not seen. Research is too limited. Every interaction should definitely be seen if not measured. Or smelt. (Can quantum particles be smelt and measured at the same time?) So papers become books become more treasured, get put behind more glass and there are fewer accidents. And nothing's paper-thin like the reasoning behind a banana republic like a banana slipped on like a standard shirt. Fuck some domination (male and global, and fuck the meaningless material goods).

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- The business benefits of doing good | Wendy Woods

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&t=2s&v=_7t6Ry4PlTo

- ernest becker foundation

Jamie Goldenberg interview

http://ernestbecker.org/projects/becker-and-feminism/jamie-goldenberg/?utm_content=buffer4d4c3&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer&fbclid=IwAR21U-PRt4kyVoaZczmHODp7NeqyC2nSSDuFZTudaBMbOyT1GDjcoeYX4iU

[Unfortunately, this is no longer available.]

Chapter 15: Mariana

It's been a while since the thought of Mars darted through our minds like an asteroid: we've been preoccupied by Earth. The atmospheres are becoming ever similar and that's so hard to believe that we don't.

'It's not happening,' Mariana says, arms outstretched like she can reach Mars on a top shelf