Nyotaimori and Nantaimori: eating Japanese

Tuna of the world

So to speak.

Word has come to our shell-like ears of a most delightfully esoteric Japanese custom; indeed, in a land where it sometimes seems as if all the customs are simultaneously bizarre, sexual, and ridiculous, this still stands out as remarkable, largely because it is one of the few that is not only bizarre, sexual and ridiculous, but it’s also low-calorie, tasty and satisfying and no, you’re not horny an hour later.

That would be the well-known “Chinese smorgasbord ritual.”

So what are the twin practices of Nyotaimori and Nantaimori? Nothing more nor less than the practices of eating sushi or sashimi off a naked woman or man, respectively. And we are most respective of our naked sushi bringers around these parts.

These parts in particular… *points*…

What fascinates me are the detailed instructions for preparation of the presentation service. Oh, I agree, proper attention to the plating aesthetics is so, so important.

Before becoming a living sushi platter, the person is trained to lie down for hours without moving. She or he must also be able to withstand the prolonged exposure to the cold food. Body hair, including pubic hair, would also be shaved as a display of pubic hair may be seen as a sexual act. [ed note: oh, perish the thought!]

Before service, the individual would take a bath using a special fragrance-free soap and then finish off with a splash of cold water to cool the body down somewhat for the sushi.

In some parts of the world, in order to comply with sanitation laws, there must be a layer of plastic or other material between the sushi and the body of the woman or man.

Ah, but that’s an entirely different Wikipedia entry, I’m sure…

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beavers fondled, sniffed, petted by Wetmore woman

Beaver kissing

This story has it all!

Yes, it has hairy, wet beavers, petting, scratching, groping, sniffing, jail barbers, restraints, cages, and even a bit of wrestling.

“I love that smell. Don’t you just love it? Nothing smells better to me,” says Sherri Tippie, inhaling deeply. “I was born for beavers…we’ve spent too long working against Nature…”

Truly an enlightened perspective. Part-time she trims hair in prisons, full-time she gets down and dirty with some wild hairy beavers. Some people might complain about the workload, but Tippie just can’t get enough!

Some, though, are more cautious.

“Properly managed, beavers can be a great thing,” said Eric Adams, executive director of the nonprofit and educational MacGregor Ranch near Estes Park, where Tippie has delivered the animals.

I guess he’s more into restraint.

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I have no further comment

The battle for the living room heats up

pic o’ the day: what not to wear to Emergency

What not to wear

via Snopes and Digg. Sure, it’s an ad, but it’s still hella funny!

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pic o’ the day: Cthulhu ’08

Cthulhu as Nixon

I think this one nicely sums up everything I’ve always felt so compelling about Great Cthulhu. And I found it via a drunken stagger around a Swedish/Irish blog I found because of Japanese Goth glamour models.

So it all makes total sense.

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