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Jungle Pam and the Origin of Consciousness
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Jungle Pam and the Origin of Consciousness You all can blame NaughtyInSO for having to suffer through this. It was her idea.  The best place to begin is not always at the beginning, but being one who often flouts convention, I’m going to do it anyway. So, it all started with an internet search for Jungle Pam. Pam Hardy was an entertainment figure in drag racing back in the 70s. Jungle Pam was hot. I can provide photographic evidence of this fact. She was a sidekick of Jungle Jim Liberman, a flamboyant racer who livened up the dragstrip with his antics. He kept the pedal to the metal even after his car had gone out of control. He drove backwards at a hundred miles an hour. Jim and Pam met when she was still a high school , and later became his girlfriend and she toured with him, backing him up to the line after burnouts, teasing the crowd with her skimpy outfits and striking outrageously seductive poses for the onlookers. Pam enticed the warm blooded locals with her short shorts and her revealing tops. She had ample breasts to reveal, and she made the most of them. The girl was cuter than a bug’s ear and sexy in a girl next door way. Her youth of course added to her appeal, suggesting an innocence that was ephemeral and something of a illusion as well. But not completely. There was a kind of innocence in it all. WE were young then and we were innocent in a way too.  It’s a bygone day, from before drag racing went corporate. The kind of shit Jungle Jim did was dangerous to himself and to the other racers, not to mention the crowd, and corporate sponsors can provide plenty of bimbos of their own, bought and paid for. But it just ain’t the same as the team of Jungle Jim and his girl Pam. The act was all contrived of course, but it was all in good fun. Pam Hardy has said that Jim’s on track persona was all Jim. He was that way in his personal life too, a crazy party animal who took risks and lived large. And you can tell that Pam, while acting, was doing that same age old performance of arousing men’s cocks. She was for real. Genuine. That shit never gets old. The cocks get old and they move on…or, more often they don’t because they can’t anymore, but there are always new ones that spring up. The girls grow up and behave themselves, or pretend to in front of their husbands, all but the really good girls, that is. There isn’t and hasn’t ever been an advertising agency or boardroom that can fake that.  Jungle Jim Liberman died in a car accident at thirty one, just a few days short of his birthday. His corvette ran head on into a school bus near West Chester, Pennsylvania. As near as I can discover, Pam is alive and well, having reprised her performance at the NHRA AAA Finals in Pomona California in 2016. It looks to me like her performance was a bit more sedate than in the old days with Jim Liberman. Pam is still a looker but she’s wearing more clothes. Ah, too many clothes.  I kicked up a Facebook page for Jungle Pam in my search so I figured to take a look. Yep, there she is, still<b> stomping </font></b>around the dragstrip. Logging in to Facebook I saw that I had some new notifications. I don’t spend as much time there as I used to but one of those tips was for a page where there isn’t a huge amount of activity- “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind”. It’s for followers of psychologist Julian Jaynes and adherents of his theory that what we call consciousness or awareness began with the ability to conceptualize metaphor. The recognition of the analog “I” meant that we then understood the idea that we were different and distinct- separate entities that were similar to others who were not us, but like us.  In defining consciousness Jaynes was careful to point out that we don’t exactly agree as to what it is, where it resides and what causes it. He suspected a physiological origin for awareness, and claimed that the inception of religion began in the bicameral mind that predates consciousness. Basically, the right and left brains were not integrated in the same way the modern brain is. But they still communicated, and the communications of the right brain were heard in the left hemisphere as auditory hallucinations that were believed to be the voice of the gods. The gods were then very real and quite personal for bicameral man. They had a relationship and spoke to one another.  And here you thought you were the only one to hear the voices in your head! You certainly aren’t the only one who doesn’t talk about it at PTA meetings or the line at Starbucks though. As it happens, there are many people who regularly hear voices in their heads. Some of them are schizophrenic, but most manage to get along just fine and have even learned to quite peacefully and comfortably live with their voices. If you aren’t schizophrenic you might just be a bridge to an earlier time, still having the gift of a direct line to the gods while the rest of us have far back in our family trees turned a deaf ear. I’m kind of envious. I think I’d like to hear voices in my head too. I want mine to sound like Eileen Atkins, Edith Piaf or Grace Slick. Maybe they could all switch up.  The post that I was directed to discussed the idea that consciousness arose as an artifact of physiology and as a direct consequence of language. So, we didn’t learn to speak because we had large brains. We grew larger brains because we learned to speak, and looking back further, grew big brains because we learned to use tools. And consciousness grew out of that, waiting for a catalyst like confrontation with other cultures to spark it. We had reached a certain stage of development and were ready for an evolutionary step in awareness. Each new development spurs new growth.  That Jaynes was the only scientist to posit a physiological source of consciousness was disputed in the comments following the post. Apparently Daniel C. Dennett has written a book called “Consciousness Explained” which explores a physiological-mechanistic- origin of consciousness, and a couple of scientific papers have been combined in a book “The Mindful Brain: Cortical Organization and the Group-Selective Theory of Higher Brain Function” (MIT Press) by Gerald M. Edelman and Vernon B. Mountcastle. The second book is said to be quite intense and requiring considerable knowledge of neuroscience to digest it. I haven’t read either-yet. I only learned of them this morning and bookmarked them for later study. You probably won’t find either of them in the remainders section at Barnes and Noble. Drag racing fans will look at you sidelong after you mention any of this.  Having thus stimulated first my gonads and second my intellectual curiosity I meant to take a quick look at my wall in Zuckerbourg. I don’t much like the of a bitch and I know that this site and Zuckerland don’t much care for each other, and don’t play well together, which by the way I consider to be a positive commentary on THIS site, go Friendfinder, rah, rah, rah, because Zuckerville is without question a greedy corporate asshole who…. Where the fuck was I? OK, I took a quick look at my Wall and the first post that popped, right on top, was by my friend dayzeeme (In her Fuckerburg incarnation). She had shared an article from Ranker by Matthew Lavelle: “Study Reveals That After You Die, You're Conscious Long Enough To Actually Know You're Dead”.  There are stories (As related in the aforementioned article) told by people who have died according to the medical definition of death but were brought back, and they don’t all involve seeing the light and being beckoned to walk toward it. Many of these people can recall vividly and verbatim, the actions and conversations of medical personnel who were frantically trying to revive them. It’s clear that consciousness survived the technical end of life, i.e. loss of heartbeat and no response to stimuli. Brain death will soon follow, it being starved of blood and oxygen. This memory event is reminiscent of out of body experiences that people sometimes have. Julian Jaynes recounted a few of them, like the man who regained consciousness following a coma. He came to himself not in himself. Instead he found his conscious self in an upper corner of the hospital room looking down at his body on the bed and a nurse beside who attended him. The after death experience has not been described as out of body as far as I know, but it has a similar feel. The body is dead by all the pertinent criteria and cannot respond to speech or anything else. But the mind is aware. The above opens up new debate. We may need a new definition of death. We certainly don’t have a definition of consciousness though, so we can hardly use it as a benchmark for life, or its apparent absence as an indicator of death. There are so many questions and so few answers. And what appear to be answers lead invariably to many more new questions. But we are not without hope, and we are not completely ignorant. A random and merely time killing search for tits and ass became a metaphysical musing on the nature of consciousness and death. Life may be random but it certainly isn't meaningless. Tits and ass matter. Become a member now and get a free tote bag. |
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As I said, you can put the blame on NaughtyInSO for this post. She suggested I post it. She had just posted [post 4040567], about a cock that had not achieved optimal or even adequate performance. I related the bones of this story to her and she suggested that I share it. Henceforth she would handle all the cocks and I would grab the tits and ass. I like an equitable division of labor. [image] Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Great to see you posting again. Ty naughty for inspired KZ. Excellent. I have missed you guys. What a great read and to be you again. Hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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"I like an equitable division of labor." Equitable my a$$! Who knows how long you had wandered the internet before you found Jungle Pam. I'm glad you posted this. The 'consciousness' part is truly fascinating. I'd like to hear voices of Boris Christoff and Nicolaï Ghiaurov (because I find operatic bass voice the sexiest) and maybe Vincent Price (because he was just too damn adorable for a villain).   P.S. Stop blaming me! You were about to burst with information overload. You needed to unload a little.  Visit my blog It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World of NaughtyInSO, leave a comment, become a watcher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIVE AND LET LIVE Be happy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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ahhh ... the days of bleach burnouts Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Great to see you posting again. Ty naughty for inspired KZ. Excellent. I have missed you guys. What a great read and to be you again. Hugs V Hugggggggs B Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I remember the Jungle Jim and Pam team from back when I used to watch the drag racing events on TV. As far as the conscious mind and death I've always figured the mind doesn't die until the brain runs out of oxygen to fuel it. How many minutes of continued existence before the level of electrochemical activity drops below the threshold of supporting consciousness is the question? Vive La Difference
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"I like an equitable division of labor." Equitable my a$$! Who knows how long you had wandered the internet before you found Jungle Pam. I'm glad you posted this. The 'consciousness' part is truly fascinating. I'd like to hear voices of Boris Christoff and Nicolaï Ghiaurov (because I find operatic bass voice the sexiest) and maybe Vincent Price (because he was just too damn adorable for a villain). P.S. Stop blaming me! You were about to burst with information overload. You needed to unload a little. And as far as equitable... hell yes it's equitable. Women can use up cock at a far greater rate than any man can go through pussy. You never see a gang bang with one man and ten women. I figure I ought to get a handicap just for having a dick, if not for being one. And I'm not really blaming you, I'm thanking you for getting me off my ass. Or, on my ass. Anyway, I wrote a post. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I remember the Jungle Jim and Pam team from back when I used to watch the drag racing events on TV. As far as the conscious mind and death I've always figured the mind doesn't die until the brain runs out of oxygen to fuel it. How many minutes of continued existence before the level of electrochemical activity drops below the threshold of supporting consciousness is the question? But by God, we can all believe in Jungle Pam. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Thanks! This was definitely a trip down memory lane. Like I said in a comment above, I was never much of a racing fan, but what was not to like about Pam Hardy? They were wild and often fun times. And oh yeah- we were young! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Of course T n A leads to things! Great post!
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Of course T n A leads to things! Great post! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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So you're a fan of Edith Piaf....she was a brilliant singer but if ever I should hear voices in my head (other than my own as I am always talking to myself) then the voices need to be either Richard Burton, John Mills or Charles Aznavour. Lovely to see a post from you again. ~~Anais Nin~~
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So you're a fan of Edith Piaf....she was a brilliant singer but if ever I should hear voices in my head (other than my own as I am always talking to myself) then the voices need to be either Richard Burton, John Mills or Charles Aznavour. Lovely to see a post from you again. I actually am a bit envious of people who hear voices. I might not like it if it happened, but I'm curious about it. I'm used to my privacy and my solitude. What would it be like to never be alone? Jaynes did speculate about this in his fascinating treatise. It must have felt like the gods had abandoned them, when the voices went silent. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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This post was the perfect balance between thought provoking and eye candy. Well done!  
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This post was the perfect balance between thought provoking and eye candy. Well done! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Thanks, Azriel. It's good to see you too. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Pam was Quite A Fine Piece Off Ass! Takes a real Lady to pull off outfits like that in public!  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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my human sexuality teacher, Dr. Campbell, had a death experience. He went into full heart attack mode from being continually jabbed with a needle when he tried to give blood at a blood bank. He heard the doctors talking about him while they tried to resuscitate him. He heard one of them say "Forget it! This guy is dead! We need to call it." The finished, put the sheet over his head, and started to walk out of the room. Just then a nurse walked in and exclaimed "Oh No! Did he die?" And he took a breath on his own in that moment. Pandemonium broke out as they realized he was breathing on his own and was still alive. Ugh. Great photos accompanying the blog post. Huge jugs! kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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my human sexuality teacher, Dr. Campbell, had a death experience. He went into full heart attack mode from being continually jabbed with a needle when he tried to give blood at a blood bank. He heard the doctors talking about him while they tried to resuscitate him. He heard one of them say "Forget it! This guy is dead! We need to call it." The finished, put the sheet over his head, and started to walk out of the room. Just then a nurse walked in and exclaimed "Oh No! Did he die?" And he took a breath on his own in that moment. Pandemonium broke out as they realized he was breathing on his own and was still alive. Ugh. Great photos accompanying the blog post. Huge jugs! kk I don't know anyone personally who has had a near death experience. I have known others who've had out of body experiences, and both audio and visual hallucinations. We're kind of getting into "what is reality" territory with some of this. I tend to think if you believe it's real, it IS, at least for you, which is not the same thing as objective reality. But modern physics has taught us that what we call objective reality is...subjective. Jungle Pam was certainly reality enough for those watching her. I think she created an altered state of consciousness in them. Hell, she's still altering my consciousness. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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i've been MIA so your fine yellow line was a delicious surprise. and while i was lucky enough to have read this elsewhere, i found it beneficial to do so again with a clearer mind. mine has been in limbo for a while. please don't let this be a one shot deal. we need thoughtful writing ....i am tired of dicks and twats. so very tired. when i can, i will call. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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i've been MIA so your fine yellow line was a delicious surprise. and while i was lucky enough to have read this elsewhere, i found it beneficial to do so again with a clearer mind. mine has been in limbo for a while. please don't let this be a one shot deal. we need thoughtful writing ....i am tired of dicks and twats. so very tired. when i can, i will call. Everything about this post was fun, from the initial search on Pam to Naughty encouraging me to post about it. I haven't been in much of a mood to write. I HAVE been in a mood to bitch, gripe and whine...and I didn't want to do that. Maybe I'm getting some of my sense of humor back. I don't think I'm all that tired of dicks and twats, but like they say, man cannot live by bread alone. You want some butter for that bread, ya know? It's awfully good to see you here, wicked.  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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