Posts tagged with ‘evolutionary psychology’ include the following:

That’s Richard Dawkins. He knows EVERYTHING.
But can he see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

"Because it’s coated in crystallized dextrose engineered to induce the chemical reward we’ve developed in response to monosaccharides due to the presence of vital energy-producing carbohydrates in fresh fruits?"

Wrong; it’s got cinnamon sugar SWIRLS in every bite!

benkling:

Monkey in a Suit” (links to the bandcamp page with download link.)

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Last old love-related thing I’m going to reblog I promise.

If tumblr keeps this reblog-yourself feature on I’m never going to make anything new and my blog will go full ouroboros.

Here's a free link to my personal PDF library →

Because everyone is doing this delightful thing in honor of Aaron Swartz’s memory.

It’s mostly documents regarding

  • Evo Psych
  • Empathy
  • Attribution
  • Parasociality
  • Gender/Sexuality
  • Representation

Hopefully they enhance and augment your studies, your work, and your experience of the world as they have mine.

Okay I have to go practice because I’m playing a show tonight.
YOU ARE ALL MY VALENTINES WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.
Here’s a song about love and sex and evolutionary psychology that I might be playing tonight.
Download for free at my Bandcamp page.

Okay I have to go practice because I’m playing a show tonight.

YOU ARE ALL MY VALENTINES WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.

Here’s a song about love and sex and evolutionary psychology that I might be playing tonight.

Download for free at my Bandcamp page.

What Is Love?

A question that has plagued the minds of cavemen and conquistadors, plebes and presidents, kings and other kings.

The obvious answer is “baby don’t hurt me / don’t hurt me / no more.”

But let’s dig a little deeper.

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“Songs as a medium for embedded reproductive messages”
[Download the study here.]
(Evolutionary Psychology - An open access peer-reviewed journal - ISSN 1474-7049)

“Songs as a medium for embedded reproductive messages”

[Download the study here.]

(Evolutionary Psychology - An open access peer-reviewed journal - ISSN 1474-7049)

Monkey in a Suit" (links to the bandcamp page with download link.)

Hey guys I made a song last night.

You know, me and my preoccupation with sex and sex biology and evolutionary psychology and sexology and mating rituals and primates. It’s about a few of those things.

Vocals are shoddy, but I give no fuck.* I don’t sing to please the ear, I sing to please the MIND.

Reblog it if you like it, reblog it twice if you hate it.

A song about love and chimps.
Produced in just under 5 hours in GarageBand.


Lyrics:

Me
Tarzan, you Jane.
It’s built into my brain.
Can you feel my pain?

When
We’re alone, god knows
Serotonin flows
From my head down to my toes.

I,
Phasianidae,
Have to put on a display
To make you look my way.

But
If my plumage isn’t right,
Then I’ll watch you spend the night
With another troglodyte.


Because a part of my brain thinks I’m just a six foot chimp
been stuffed into pants and a shirt.
I can hunt and I can gather and build you a shelter,
but nature didn’t teach me to flirt.

Everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants some eyes to stare into
Fingertips to offer their skin to

Everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants a body to cling to
Everyone one wants somebody to sing to

La la la la la al la

Pale
Monkey in a suit,
Domesticated brute,
Doesn’t she look cute?

You
are Adam, she is Eve,
And you’re both a bit naive,
So take a bite and take your leave.


You can pretend to be civil
till your fur and tail shrivel away.
You can pretend you know better,
You can leave and just forget her, or hey,
You can ask her to play.

Cause everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants some eyes to stare into
Fingertips to offer their skin to

Cause everybody’s heart’s on fire
All around you consumed with desire
Everyone wants a body to cling to
Everyone one wants somebody to sing to

Me
Tarzan, you Jane.
It’s built into my brain.
Can you feel my pain?

When
We’re alone, god knows
Serotonin flows
From my head down to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.

Like foaming Drain-O,
Like a science fair Volcano,
You say “li-bie-do” I say libido
You say tomato, I say libido

You put libido in a tuxedo.

You’re a libido in a tuxedo.

* I might re-record them sometime when my housemates aren’t asleep and I’m not singing under a blanket on my bed.

Here’s a quick sketch of a song I recently finished writing, called “Monkey in a Suit.” It’s just a demo with guitars and vocals recorded simultaneously.

I like to forget my own lyrics sometimes. Also I’m not a singer, and I have no range at 10 in the morning, but I DO MY BEST.

This one is for you, Steven San Miguel. Stop checking my tumblr from Miami and go have reunion sex with your girlfriend.