Blatantly stolen from Dailey Kos

Saw this and thought I’d share

‘Sex theme park’ first ride
A SPANKOMETER, an orgasm tunnel and a giant wall of willies - roll up, roll up, for the world’s first-ever ’sex theme park’, opening today in London.

The adults-only Amora Academy of Sex and Relationships is an all-singing, all-dancing look at getting your leg over - and the rest. It’s not quite Disney with dildos, but more The Tate Modern on Viagra.
It’s packed with state-of-the-art, interactive attractions, including a stripping masterclass, a voyeur’s peep wall and a video display about the ins and outs of oral sex.
Couples romp on screens all around you, in all sorts of scenarios - in flats, in threes and in cars.
This certainly isn’t a museum - and it’s unlikely any school trips will be wandering around here with their clipboards.
Two life-size naked dummies, above, fill the floor in the first of Amora’s seven zones.
Visitors are urged to get hands-on and grope the guy and girl to discover their erogenous zones.
Hit one and it flashes red (lads are reminded that there are more than two to find).
Like most of Amora’s displays, this one has been designed to teach people how to be better in the bedroom.
As you wander around, kissing and massage tutorials play on TVs while a range of sex toys sit in a glass cabinet waiting for you to have a feel.
You’re encourage to pick up and play with silicone boob implants and a fake testicle.
Several items are considered a bit too dangerous to hold - such as the vibrator hooked up to a power drill.
Around the corner, another set of dummies await with the inner workings of their privates on show so you can search for the G-spot.
Locate it and your model lets out an almighty moan. Meanwhile, you get a wink from your other half.
Don’t worry about the noise, though - it’s unlikely to be noticed above the real-life screaming orgasms coming from the AMORGASM tunnel down the hall.
It’s a bit like walking through the shark tank at The London Aquarium. Well, sort of.
The deeper you go, the harder a heartbeat thumps out of the speakers, set off by hidden sensors.
TVs line the walls, showing all stages of sex with information and funny facts around them.
At its climax, a huge screen loops footage of the faces of men and women at the point of orgasm.
There’s also tips on how to spot if your lover has been faking it, plus other facts to listen to on your “whispers” headsets.
Chances are, one of you has pretended at some point - a stat on the display reveals that over HALF of adults have.
The show’s sex stars are real people who offered to make clips of themselves for inclusion in the show.
And clips of couples in action are everywhere. Another interactive game lets you pick a sexual position from a touch-screen list.
Click “Spooning” and two virtual people appear romping in that position.
Before you can blink, the pair morph into real-life people going hell for leather.
As well as nudity and bonking, Amora is also hard-wired with an educational edge - plus lots of humorous erotic art and snaps.
The final phase of your tour - which takes about an hour - deals with sexual health and has a digital STD game that will have you crossing your legs and moaning in disgust.
But according to Amora’s director, Dr Sarah Brewer, it’s an essential side of your visit.
“We want people to go away thinking wow - I’ve really learnt something,” she told us.
“It’s a celebration of sexuality - it’s clean sex if you like. It’s not sleazy or pornographic.”
But isn’t it just an excuse for some flesh flashing and a bit of titillation in the West End?
Dr Sarah doesn’t think so. “Some of it is quite explicit - but it’s as explicit as it needs to be.
“It’s about sex as it is now and tomorrow. It’s contemporary and exciting.
“I think it will be women who make the decision to come here - and bring along their partners and friends.
“If guys are embarrassed by this sort of thing, they’re exactly the kind of guys that need to come here.
“Sex shouldn’t be embarrassing. It’s a very important part of human nature and if you get embarrassed about it, you can’t explore and enjoy it properly.”
Hands on fun at Amora Sex Theme Park
Billed as a sex academy, Amora features a range of high tech exhibits across seven distinct zones. Wide eyed visitors can learn about attraction, foreplay, orgasms and much more in a vibrant collection of attractions. Highlights include full scale male and female models with built in erogenous zones, whilst other exhibits include three dimensional CGI displays.
A world of sex in London
Amora promises a unique theme park style experience with plenty to keep visitors occupied during their visit. The emphasis is on fun and information rather than titillation, meaning you can expect an engaging and insightful visit, exclusive to Trocadero in London.
Learn something new at the Amora Sex Theme Park
Even the most experienced Lotharios can discover something new at the Amora Sex Theme Park, which has been developed over three years by a collection of artists, sex therapists and historians from all over the world. Londoners can learn the secrets of a healthy sex life whilst enjoying a fun, light hearted experience.

Source: AMORA in London’s Piccadilly is open from today. Prices £12 (11am-5pm); £15 (5pm-midnight).

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It all began with a kind memory of an old tv commercial.

This is the memory:

Imagine a funny bunny of man dressed in a casual white suit in a decidedly European–in fact, Italian cut. He wears a dapper white hat with a wide brim. In my mind there’s a jaunty little feather sticking out of the hatband.

He’s VERY ethnically Italian, out of central casting for La Dolce Vita. He has a trim moustache and eyes that smile. He moves through a party with a little bit of nervous energy like the White Rabbit from Alice. Every step he takes turns the heads of a tall, sexy, strikingly beautiful, women who wave to him in front of their dates and lovers and call his name with affection. “Aldo.”

Here’s the audio.
http://dt.prohosting.com/70s/adulttv/cella.au

With the original context for the link:
70s TV for Grown-Ups

I’m NOT a wine person. I’m not much of a beer person either. My brother gave me a bottle of Ouzo for my 21st Birthday. And I’ve migrated to Sambuca these days. I’m too cheap for single malts. And Sambuca is 90 proof.

But I wanted to try some Cella Lambrusco because it’s gotten a couple of interesting reviews on the web. First off, that it gets ANY reviews is amazing. It’s not THAT kind of wine. Does Coke get any reviews? Do you expect COKE to get any reviews. I think the reviews boil down to “it’s fun and it’s drinkable.”

But I can’t find it. I’m not even all that sure where to look so I tried the local supermarkets. I’m guessing a wine store is probably NOT the right direction because Cella Lambrusco goes for under 5 bucks a bottle.

Still couldn’t find it. It’s still imported but…

Okay, I had an epiphany in the wine aisles. I’d always been kind of aware of this but it really sank in. Wine is big business. There are more wine brands (and possibly flavors) than soft drinks.

I brought all this up to my girlfriend F—–. She a few years older than me and a bit of an ex-hippy. Not quite a full hippy. She was too young.

“Chill a Cella??” she said. “I forgot all about that. You forgot about ‘Spañada!’”

That sent me to google to research that one. That inspired some interesting results but the main thing I figured out from the wine aisles is that the context for drinking wine has changed. The entire American wine aesthetic has changed. There seems to be a few competing (and possibly NOT mutually exclusive) camps.

The first is: one’s CHOICE of wine demonstrates one’s social status.
The second is: wine is about taste.
The third is: wine should get you buzzed.

There’s a forth related zone to all this. As of now I call it the middle class wine compromise. That goal is to find a “drinkable” wine at the lowest price. All of that negative branding is sidestepped by saying “drinkable and affordable” which might have the ultra wine snobs label it, “cheap”

I don’t think snobbery was always the case. Spañada, Ripple, Boones Farm, Andre, and Cella are good examples that it wasn’t. And then there was college… well, if wine didn’t come in a box or bag you were living in unconscionable extravagance. And you weren’t sharing either.

So we’ve become a nation of wine snobs. It’s not really true. There are too many brands for too many tastes. There are entry wines, boutiques, and enough choices to make me wonder if a lot of them are just plain scams in the framework of the Emperor’s New Clothes. Except people don’t actually have to lie or be delusional. People only have to be educated and BELIEVE what wines are drinkable.

And when nobody’s looking they’ll have a glass or three of a wine they like. A guilty pleasure. Something they personally find “drinkable” possibly affordable, and if nobody is looking…. well cheap.

Allright, my little wine research turned up something I didn’t know. Ernest and Julio Gallo is the largest wine company in the world. They win awards for their wines. In my mind they are “branded” (in all senses of the word) as a cheap wine producer. They are not a little boutique vintner. They make a lot of different wines for a lot of different tastes. But I didn’t know how diverse they were.

Now I do:
Portfolio

iTunes:
Bruford - Fainting In Coils

First off, FAINTING IN COILS

The title comes from:

Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `What else had you to learn?’

`Well, there was Mystery,’ the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, `–Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: then Drawling–the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once a week: HE taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.’

FAINTING IN COILS is this amazing tune from the 80’s. I was attending a seminar at West LA Music on Santa Monica BLVd and the board op played it over the PA. “What is THAT?” I thought he said it was “Montrose.“ I guess that’s what he thought it was. Nope. It was Fainting in Coils from Bruford’s (of King Crimson and lately of Earthworks) One of a Kind (ha!) album. I just recently discovered that the collection was on iTunes and I bought it on the spot.

Dave Stewart’s synth work is an example of what CAN be done if you actually know what you’re doing. And the band just moves in and out of odd-time signatures like they were born to it.

Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul comes from Douglas Adams. He was being profound and flippant at the same time. He was like that. He made it look easy. Maybe too easy.

Humor is truth plus pain. Making it look easy is hard. The best I think I manage at one time is almost clever and snarky. With the emphasis on the latter.

So this in the long dark tea time of MY soul. I’ve been playing around with my music stuff and my chops are all gone. At least I’m learning Logic Pro better. Eventually I’ll post some of my stuff. It’s NEVER finished, I always hear something I can change. And worse, I constantly hear something I SHOULD change. It’s not Fainting in Coils.

Bill Wu (bookseller not writer) emailed a couple of weeks ago and told me that I better get my ass into The Castle to see the Palace of Mystery show. He gave me a day he would be there and told me that I better get my ass in there–no excuses.

So I went on Thursday. The computer was down so they didn’t ask me to leave because I haven’t paid my dues. I hustled up to the Palace and Bill was in the queue waiting.

So here’s the setup. There are these guys that are magic historians and illusion inventors. They read old manuscripts and the figure out how old masters did their illusions or how they’re going to invent a new effect for some guy working vegas. The days of the big illusionist tours are pretty much dead. I think Copperfield may be the only one, and after the Russian Mafia stole his act and asked for ransom, I don’t know if he does it anymore. He does medium sized illusionist tours.

One of the historians found some parts that turned out to be an original Robert Houdin automaton. He put them back together and, oh my god, Houdin was a freakin’, scary-good, inventor. Robert Houdin, besides being the premier illusionist of his day, was also a clockmaker. Imagine a two foot doll that does acrobatics on a trapeeze. The automaton has the ILLUSION of responding to commands. It was built in the mid 1800’s.

Another historian acquired the entire warehouse of Carter’s (CARTER BEATS THE DEVIL) traveling act. Carter died while on tour and his entire act was shipped to a warehouse where it sat undisturbed for decades. This historian revived CARTER’S ”Einstein’s Experiments in the 4th Dimension.“

The audience left the Palace amazed when the act finished. The magician pushes a 6 foot box into the space of a 1 foot box, then he pulls the box out of the smaller box, but at a 90 degree angle. It’s an illusion but it’s freakin’ wrong. It’s like watching someone dislocate a major limb on their body. You know it’s a trick but it’s just freakin’ wrong.

This better work or it’s going to be a short trip!