By studying several different tribes of the Western Pacific (employing the method of comparison, popular in ethnography), Malinowski gave confirmations of Lewis Morgan's idea that matriarchy (gyneocracy)[47] was a common feature of primitive societies at early stages, and that female rule needed matrilineality for its existence. He also confirmed that matrilineality often goes hand in hand with promiscuous free love (a fact that was discovered[citation needed] by Bachofen).

According to B. Malinowski:

"As a rule, amongst natives, a high position of women is associated with sex laxity."[48]

"The sexual life of these natives [the Southern Massim tribe] is extremely lax. Even when we remember the very free standard of sex morals in the Melanesian tribes of New Guinea, such as the Motu or the Mailu, we still find these natives exceedingly loose in such matters. Certain reserves and appearances which are usually kept up in other tribes, are here completely abandoned. As is probably the case in many communities where sex morals are lax, there is a complete absence of unnatural practices and sex perversions. Marriage is concluded as the natural end of a long and lasting liaison."[48]

"[The Trobrianders'] sexual life starts long before puberty arrives, and gradually shapes and develops as the organism matures… Chastity is an unknown virtue among these natives. At an incredibly early age they become initiated into sexual life… As they grow up, they live in promiscuous free-love, which gradually develops into more permanent attachments… Marriage is associated with hardly any public or private rite or ceremony. The woman simply joins her husband in his house… In her married life, the woman is supposed to remain faithful to her husband, but this rule is neither very strictly kept nor enforced. In all other ways, she retains a great measure of independence."[43]

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matriarchy

Going where the wind blows me
But stretching out my wings, surfing the currents with flair, and enjoying the views
I'm so high
The sun is always on me now
Let me stay up here
A while longer

My FB post about fashion caused a mini-transformation today for me. I realized how confused my wardrobe was after talking with my roommate tonight. I just don't have a "coaching" wardrobe yet that suits my new lifestyle. The majority of my clothes are "office eccentric" if I had to describe them, and during the day I am rather confused about what to wear. I got organized tonight and lumped all my "coaching-appropriate" clothes together in one section of my "closet" so that I could more quickly pick something rational to wear on a daily basis. This also tells me what I am missing and I hope to fill in soon with some better coaching pants and jackets.

I was also really inspired by the documentary "Man on a Wire" tonight, to continue to work on my goal-planning daily. You could call this dream-building. Taking more time to visualize the life that I want and the steps I need to take to make it happen. More active, starting tomorrow!

My heart is riding on a giant bubble
That's about to burst
With the knowledge of the energy of the universe
That excites itself most in
Lowly creatures
With minds of metal
And intuitions of glory.
More reason than ever
To seek the guidance of that power and its lucid dreams that ripple like waves through our existence,
Dead or alive
All the more reason to celebrate the stupid confidence of a beam of light
Checking itself out
In a tiny mirror
At 600 million miles an hour
What the fuck?–as the light bounces back–This is NOT A DREAM?????

Be careful the company you keep
Everyone carries a dream
Do our dreams produce the magic?
Are you ready for your heaven?
Lifted to a state of being
Only I believed was real
Will you meet me, blissed again
On that cloud designed by us?

A little asian boy, maybe middle school-aged, was totally asleep when I got on the bus the other day. His head was falling toward the aisle where I was standing, so I cupped his head and lifted it back to upright. He woke up, looked at me startled, then moved his schoolbooks off the seat next to him by the window and moved his legs, as if I had asked him to clear the seat next to him so I could sit. "Oh, thanks," I said, happy to have a seat.

I sat down and he nodded off again, almost letting go of his books. Since he had been totally out at the previous stop, I asked him where he was getting off at and he looked around, startled and dazed, to see if it was his exit. He couldn't even answer me, so I asked him "Mission Street? Later?" and he said yes. I moved my leg a little closer to his as he nodded off to sleep again so that his books wouldn't fall onto the floor. About 10 minutes later he woke up, looked at me and said, "Are you from my school or something?"

"No," I said, "I just didn't want you to fall down into the aisle," I said with a smile. He looked confused, and a little incredulous that I should take a personal interest in him if I didn't work for his school. He was quiet for a long time.

A few stops later he stood up to get off the bus, and turned his head to say, "Thank you."

"You bet," I said with a smile.

That was a nice interaction.

Just when you think your mental issues are pretty much resolved…

This evening, a nice young man who I see a few times a week at work sat down next to me while we were eating and put his hand on my shoulder then made like circular motions on my back. It was a very unconscious gesture, much like I have used with the 5-year-old that lives with us, but it had a strong effect on me.

I realize I don't get touched that often, especially by people with really good energy, and it had such a nurturing, warming effect on me I almost started feeling sorry for myself, while instantly craving more touch like an addict. It was like a bursting oxytocin release and I couldn't even think or speak for a second when he asked me a simple question.

I've said about myself that I often fight the urge to start massaging a totally random strangers' shoulders when they sit in front of me in public. I do get to do this with my roommates though, and last night when I did K's shoulders spontaneously for 5 minutes she practically offered to do my dishes for a year to keep going. Like me, she is a bit touch starved right now too.

I was a bit off-ended by the random healing touch received today, which disturbed me. I felt a bit like the neglected Russian orphans, scared of touch. Scared of their own reactions to it.

Either I need to get some bodywork soon or make some more friendly friends. Sometimes I forget how powerful and necessary touch is (even as a trained massage therapist!). Ugh. Wish I was in London right about now…

Per my need to make $24,000 more a year, I am researching what is "needed" in America!

Here is the complete list of the best jobs in America in 2011: (1) Software Engineer: $87,140 (2) Mathematician: $94,178 (3) Actuary: $87,204 (4) Statistician: $73,208 (5) Computer System Analyst: $77,153 (6) Meteorologist: $85,210 (7) Biologist: $74,278 (8) Historian: $63,208 (9) Audiologist: $63,144 (10) Dental Hygenist: $67,107

http://www.examiner.com/mind-and-body-2-in-national/kc-kelly

I like this list better:

Healthcare, IT, business and finance, education, media/communication (esp. online content)

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/best-careers-for2011.html

Of course petroleum engineers and geologists still make a shitload of money, if you like working in the "fossil fuel" industry.

Included in this top ten list is fitness trainers–now that is more up my alley!:

http://www.alec.co.uk/free-career-assessment/top-10-most-popular-careers.htm

I have zero interest in flossing someone else's teeth.

I have almost zero interest in learning computer languages and networks.

I do love to write. I ought to try doing more with online content perhaps. It would be fun to do a weekly address, like a church sermon almost, and have people be able to comment about it and start discussions. We need a forum in which "young" people can come together to discuss current events and politics. I'll give this some more thought…

Just announced: 50 billion planets in the Milky Way. 500 million of which could possibly support "life" as we know it.

Chinese New Year parade reminded me once again how cultureless I feel. It's fun being an American and celebrating everyone else's cultures, but what is our tradition? How would someone celebrate America in 500 years? Wearing cheap, ill-fitting clothes from the Gap and wandering around zombie-like from our day jobs?

It was fun to see all the city officials lead off the parade, as if no celebration could occur without a successfully run city. Police got a 3/4-hearted round of applause too. Apparently we have a new (interim? Nonelected?) mayor!

I need to think more about my financial plans tomorrow in advance of my followup meeting with my financial planner. Swallow, good.