More funk please!

I hate to be a bandwagon music lover, but I got caught up in the soul music (the soul train?) and I just had to join in on the fun. So thank you B-daddy for the inspiration!

Whatever happened to music like this:



P.S. Bonus points if you can guess my favorite part of the song.

Song of the day

I'm going to make a concerted effort to blog a bit more in the coming week. This shouldn't be too difficult since I am doing a facebook fast. I met a very cute girl this week, so I might just have a few things to say about that. We'll just have to see!

Not the girl I met:

Appreciation for the human form

I am a Kinesiology major. For those of you who do not know what that is, please allow me to explain. Kinesiology is the study of movement. Kinesiology majors take a plethora of science classes, many of which focus on human anatomy, both form and function. I personally love all of it. I have been a huge fan of the human body my whole life. I chose Kinesiology as my major in part because I am fascinated by the body and everything to do with it. The more I study this marvelous machine, the more I am convinced that we are all "fearfully and wonderfully made." I think it is impossible to believe that the incredible complexity of the human physiological system is an accident. The body is a magnificent self-sufficient organism that maintains homeostasis through hundreds of complex feedback loops that constantly adjust to our ever-changing environment. I could talk about this for days and days, but I won't (at least today).

Anyway the reason I am posting today is that I have a complaint. The other day in my track/cross country class I made a comment about one of the male athletes I saw exercising nearby. I said, "Wow, he's ripped-look at that six pack." One of my classmates instantly made the comment, "That might be the gayest thing I've ever heard."

I find it unfortunate that a male can't admire another male's physique without being considered gay. For the record, I am straight as they come. But I don't find it compulsory as a straight male to find my body or my same sex peers bodies repulsive. I admire the human form everywhere, I enjoy seeing fit individuals both male and female. I am not sexually attracted to fit males, and I am not necessarily attracted to fit females. I can admire certain qualities in both sexes as being rare and difficult to acquire, such as a a particularly chiseled set of abs. This doesn't make me gay or bisexual, it merely means I cherish the human form and I wish to compliment those who exemplify all that we can achieve with the set of cells we are given. End of rant.