Finally the responsibility doesn't only lay on the women. The man plays a part as well.
"Perhaps we have been blaming the women as couples get older but perhaps there's a contribution from the male because we're not behaving as we should be." BBC News.
Here you go guys a perfect excuse: "I just want to remain fertile!" I'll keep that in mind.
Has a man conducted this research?
I wonder though if the research can be turned around...does this mean that men who have a high fertility count, have several ejaculations per day...the question probably remains....
If only someone would do a similar research for women! As always the female sex drive is non-existent.
I don't know if this is true, but I read or heard somewhere that there is a greater chance of a woman conceiving if she has an orgasm during sex. Now these are the kind of statistics I enjoy, probably conducted by a woman, I guess I have to mention. But, then maybe only a woman would be interested in finding out the result.
Equality is always the best medicine.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8125934.stm
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Lloyd Jones 'The book of Fame.'
finished the 'The Book of Fame' by Lloyd Jones the other day...
not sure I'm going to recommend it to be honest. The topic was so interesting. It was about the first time the All Blacks (NZ rugby team) left New Zealand for Europe. I'm all for rugby and thought this was going to be an exciting story with a lot of action involved which is why I (before I had read it, stupidly) recommended it to a bunch of manly rugby enthusiasts.
I take that back, none of you would enjoy it.
I think the only people who might enjoy this book are literature people. The book is written in a colourful prose and in a constant present plural. Which it could be read for in just that case. One never finds out who the author is though which makes it feel quite distant which might be the point since it is set so long ago and not a lot of information is recorded for the travels which the team made.
On a more personal note I think the book could do with some more action and description and to bring out a possible connection with the characters more.
not sure I'm going to recommend it to be honest. The topic was so interesting. It was about the first time the All Blacks (NZ rugby team) left New Zealand for Europe. I'm all for rugby and thought this was going to be an exciting story with a lot of action involved which is why I (before I had read it, stupidly) recommended it to a bunch of manly rugby enthusiasts.
I take that back, none of you would enjoy it.
I think the only people who might enjoy this book are literature people. The book is written in a colourful prose and in a constant present plural. Which it could be read for in just that case. One never finds out who the author is though which makes it feel quite distant which might be the point since it is set so long ago and not a lot of information is recorded for the travels which the team made.
On a more personal note I think the book could do with some more action and description and to bring out a possible connection with the characters more.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
so the day has finally arrived...
the rain is hitting hard up against the window, the clouds are so thick it looks like the sun will never return, the temperature has fallen and I wouldn't be surprised if snowflakes would soon start falling....
earlier today i had a three hour exam which had cost me my whole sunny weekend and that i think i've failed
i have another exam in a week, which i'm not looking forward to start studying for tomorrow, when i also have a dentist appointment....expensive
i'm still in a job i hate and doesn't get me anywhere, although i'm quitting tomorrow
but...i'm happy...i am content and filled with joy and peacefulness
everything isn't perfect, but i'm looking forward to the future and i want to be part of it
life is only what you make it to be and sometime in the future my struggles will have paid off
...if they haven't already....
earlier today i had a three hour exam which had cost me my whole sunny weekend and that i think i've failed
i have another exam in a week, which i'm not looking forward to start studying for tomorrow, when i also have a dentist appointment....expensive
i'm still in a job i hate and doesn't get me anywhere, although i'm quitting tomorrow
but...i'm happy...i am content and filled with joy and peacefulness
everything isn't perfect, but i'm looking forward to the future and i want to be part of it
life is only what you make it to be and sometime in the future my struggles will have paid off
...if they haven't already....
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
London
enter into londontown
as the fumes, pale faces and grey sky hits you, you remember back to when this was called home.
is it still?
the beating of children and pets, the smell of urin in the alleys, the silence of not wanting to get involved in other people's lives, the fear, the competition, the transport, the need of money, the cold houses, the dirt, the ignorance, the sadness
but quickly you become blinded and you see only what you want to see
the cultures: the dutch, ethiopian, mexican, bangladeshi, french, lebanon, south korean, and the english, and those are just the restaurants, the possibilities, the events, the parks, the river, the people, the 'i'm sorry', the books, the museums, the festivals, the styles, the food, the markets, the clothes, the energy, the struggle, the belief, the love, the dreaming, the hope...
hope of making things better, hope for a better system, a better way of life, hope to believe...
WHY?
you're one in a million, you don't stand out, you don't get stared at, what you are trying to achieve the person next to you is trying to achieve as well, you're not an individual...
The people in London are the dreamers, the fighters, the ones that want to make a change and aren't afraid to work hard for it, they are not scared of a struggle, whether it's going to work in a suit as a bankman or demonstrating against the suit...
they will decide the fashion, the modern technology, the ups and downs of the stock market the ins and outs of the politicians and the ones that set the way and standard of life. They will put up with the hardness of what life brings.
If you're not a hard worker, a listener, a demonstrater or a believer, london is not for you...
as the fumes, pale faces and grey sky hits you, you remember back to when this was called home.
is it still?
the beating of children and pets, the smell of urin in the alleys, the silence of not wanting to get involved in other people's lives, the fear, the competition, the transport, the need of money, the cold houses, the dirt, the ignorance, the sadness
but quickly you become blinded and you see only what you want to see
the cultures: the dutch, ethiopian, mexican, bangladeshi, french, lebanon, south korean, and the english, and those are just the restaurants, the possibilities, the events, the parks, the river, the people, the 'i'm sorry', the books, the museums, the festivals, the styles, the food, the markets, the clothes, the energy, the struggle, the belief, the love, the dreaming, the hope...
hope of making things better, hope for a better system, a better way of life, hope to believe...
WHY?
you're one in a million, you don't stand out, you don't get stared at, what you are trying to achieve the person next to you is trying to achieve as well, you're not an individual...
The people in London are the dreamers, the fighters, the ones that want to make a change and aren't afraid to work hard for it, they are not scared of a struggle, whether it's going to work in a suit as a bankman or demonstrating against the suit...
they will decide the fashion, the modern technology, the ups and downs of the stock market the ins and outs of the politicians and the ones that set the way and standard of life. They will put up with the hardness of what life brings.
If you're not a hard worker, a listener, a demonstrater or a believer, london is not for you...
Saturday, March 7, 2009
can we write joy?
why is it we mostly write when we're sad, pondering or in two-minds? why do we rarely write when we're happy and screaming with joy?
busy being in a jolly state of mind....
next time i'm happy or at least content, i'm going to write. will i be able to remain in a good mood or will my constant analysing kill it? can i express my warm thoughts without considering next days downfall? will the unreliable future bring me down and remind me of how short lived my happiness might actually be?
the irony of fate which always seems to track me down....
busy being in a jolly state of mind....
next time i'm happy or at least content, i'm going to write. will i be able to remain in a good mood or will my constant analysing kill it? can i express my warm thoughts without considering next days downfall? will the unreliable future bring me down and remind me of how short lived my happiness might actually be?
the irony of fate which always seems to track me down....
Saturday, February 7, 2009
white fog
there is a blank sheet of paper in front of my window
i see no difference between the wall in my room and the window
i can't see outside
i feel my eyes have been covered up and i'm sheilded. What am I hiding from?
at times i think i can see it shifting but the paper lies thick
the whiteness brings with it the silence,
i can hear the ships struggling through their blindness
blindness to an outside i want to take part in, i want to see and experience
white
shadows moving
stillness
struggling
fear
fear of what can't be seen or known
if i open my window will it come inside? will i put out my hand and touch it? will i know when it's here? will it have a smell, a sense, a sound, a taste? will it catch me off guard and impose on me? will i find my way out?
i see no difference between the wall in my room and the window
i can't see outside
i feel my eyes have been covered up and i'm sheilded. What am I hiding from?
at times i think i can see it shifting but the paper lies thick
the whiteness brings with it the silence,
i can hear the ships struggling through their blindness
blindness to an outside i want to take part in, i want to see and experience
white
shadows moving
stillness
struggling
fear
fear of what can't be seen or known
if i open my window will it come inside? will i put out my hand and touch it? will i know when it's here? will it have a smell, a sense, a sound, a taste? will it catch me off guard and impose on me? will i find my way out?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
noisufnoc
is it?
the direction of life...which way to go..how to turn...around and around...updown..hmm
does this make it better? does it solve the problems? it makes no sense...as does everything else.
how can i make it better? how can I see forward when I'm already here....
back, future...present?
up
up
up
up
circles, dizziness and blankness.
the direction of life...which way to go..how to turn...around and around...updown..hmm
does this make it better? does it solve the problems? it makes no sense...as does everything else.
how can i make it better? how can I see forward when I'm already here....
back, future...present?
up
up
up
up
circles, dizziness and blankness.
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