ME + me : Sex, soccer, stupidity and saviours
Most excellent, it would seen, for the trained psychologist or mathematician immediately sees all manner of sadly lost possibilities for rational empirical research in the social sciences, namely as involve equations, inequalites, and systems of (linear) equations, all focused on the established empirical laws of the true values of things, at least in the average male mind
Have a nice...
Pepe: ...no, no, No, NO! I have very competent actors, but I need a public, senor y senorita, I am in search for a public that loves sex, that...
Senor y senorita (together): Not in Espana, not today and not this week either: The Fatherland is calling! We stand firm!
Pepe: Por favor! Please, I pray to you! Just for a moment! It is all free! No? Ten euros? Twentyfive euros? Fifty euros with close-ups of Kate's slit? OK: hundred euros with Kroof included - you remeber: He is from Barcelona, and He knows everything - in the swimming pool but without his Divine Dany, even if it is long ago? Not that either? Madre de Dios! Senor! Senorita! You are young! Twohundred euros plus never shown shots of Sophia Loren?
Senor y senorita (together): Buenos dias, senor! We know our Spanish civic duty! Viva Espana!
So this was a lost opportunity, alas, which started me thinking - for I don't like watching soccer, unless it is women's soccer, just as I see very much more in women's volleyball, for example, even then the women themselves, it would seem - about the mystery why women's soccer isn't much more popular than it is.
For consider: It is very emancipating; it unites both genders (PC-terminology); undoubtedly it produces much nicer looking television than the sweating semi-divinites Van der Kerkhof, or whatever Our Backs are called these days; it will radically increase the average female income if Our Gals are paid Equivalently; Amsterdam's alderman Rob Oudkerk and mayor Job Cohen would very much, also without any personal profit motive, love to be Special Ambassador of Our Gals; and it would be so much more natural if our proud standing men dressed in orange wigs - the greatgrandchildren of Our Heroes Tromp and De Ruyter - in their orange trousers would get into a total orange orgiastic ecstasy, drooling at the mouth also, because they enjoy the sights of 11 fine Dutch gals who know how to play ball, in this modern emancipated era, because Our Gals mop the floor with the evil Kraut gals in full view of over a billion viewers - instead of seeing ugly fat men see grow orgiastic about male players, externally gifted like a Seedorf or Kekhof, fine soccer players as they are, undoubtedly.
Well... you get the idea, and there was (and is) more in Dutch: Sock it babes, sock it!
But alas not on todays TV.
Life is hard.
Besides... having spoken of this before, here is an apt image
with full support of Vuvuzelas
It means: "Against stupidity even the Gods battle in vain." Friedrich Schiller wrote it, if not precisely in the same words, as you may find, but to the above salutory effect.
3. Patient patient
Not being remarkably stupid myself (when the weather is fair, and so on), I continue with being both hot and waiting as a patient patient for Dr. Alter's research on XMRV, that Mindy Kitei promised on July 9, having contacts more ordinarily placed mortals like me lack, that
So I simply wait and see, peacefully also, and read Feferman if I am cool enough.
4. Yet one more genius
As you might have seen in the link Mindy Kitei has access to geniuses, and indeed dr. Alter seems a very capable man, who also has proved his scientific mettle. Unfortunately, not being a medical person at all, I don't know much more about it than is in Wikipedia (see the last link), but then fortunately I am a genius myself.
This is easily proved: Every human being knows that Johan Cruyff is a genius; every Dutchman knows that Harry Mulish is a genius (and the University of Amsterdam only has geniuses as professors); and besides in Holland all human beings are equivalent. So therefore, dear reader, I am one too.
Now - "if you're so smart, why ain't you rich" - this does not help me much, in my nation full of genius, but then I recalled an author I read much more than I did read Harry Mulish, although of course, being not Dutch - if you ain't Dutch, you ain't much - he can't possibly reach to the height or depth of the Mulishian more than divine intellect.
FWIW, here is the beginning of a rhyme by two of my favourite authors, though both not quite up to Dutchness - and for the more discerning, I added bolding:
Not that there aren't more boldable bits... and the full text is under the last link, and it may do you some good, in case you can read English, which is an art many, yea most native English speakers still need to learn, just like the Dutch, incidentally, and other proud nation's proud inhabitants as well.
Surely, the Lying ProcessTMpending cures everything but inflammation of the gullibility-glands, evidence-based science has proved. Also, it does not improve the IQ, but then it works miracles by EQ-NLP-ing. (And who needs an IQ?)
It is a variant of the Lourdes ProcessTMpending except that it is more savvy financially: Make the dumboes sign a contract in which they admit that they are responsible for any failure of a miracle (bad vibes, too much internet, negativeness, whatever...) and hey presto, a kind QC will make you pay your bills due for courses and refute your complaints about the process by nicely telling you it's your very own fault (wimpiness, negativeness, arrogance, analytic nature, somatoforming, inappropriate language, whatevere...) that keeps and makes you ill.
So clever! So remunerative! So helpful! So curative!
P.P.S. It may be I have to stop Nederlog for a while. The reason is that I am physically not well at all, and it seems a heath-wave is coming, which is the type of weather I can't handle well. I don't know yet, but if there is no Nederlog, now you know the reason.
P.P.S. ME - Resources needs is a Work In Progress that hasn't progressed today.
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