Happy Women's Day

Happy Women's Day for all those lovely smart independent ladies and for to all gents trying to support them in every step of the way... 

Lord, I have a problem." 

"What's the problem, Eve?" 

I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all of 

these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but I'm 

just not happy." 

And why is that Eve?" 

"Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples" 

"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you." 

"Man? What is that, Lord?" 

"A flawed creature, with many bad habits and traits. He'll lie, cheat and 

be vain; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But he'll be bigger, 

faster and will like to hunt and kill things. I'll create him in such a 

way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will 

revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won't 

be as smart as you, so he will also need your advice to think properly." 

"Sounds great," says Eve, with ironically raised eyebrows, "but what's the 

catch, Lord?" 

"Well...You can have him on one condition." 

"And what's that, Lord?" 

"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring...So you'll have to 

let him believe that I made him first. And it will have to be our little secret..."

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

I loved you first: but afterwards your love by Christina Rossetti

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Why do some Relationship Fail?

Landed on this.. .thought its interesting to share here..

The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts by Gary Chapman lays out a relatively simple but profound theory based on a very straight forward framework that may have broad relevance.

He believes that there are 5 primary love languages and everybody has a primary (usually one, maybe two) love language which makes them feel loved. Importantly, their primary love language is not necessarily the way they communicate love to others – but it’s how they feel loved by others. The 5 languages are:

Physical Touch – hugs, kisses, physical play, affection, etc.
Words of Affirmation – words of praise, encouragement, adoration, admiration, etc.
Quality Time – focused, attentive time in a joint activity, conversation, etc.
Gifts – self explanatory: meaningful, thoughtful gifts
Acts of Service – helping out with projects, responsibilities, homework, tasks, etc.
So, that’s the framework. The theory on why some relationships are strained is pretty straight forward:

Everyone has a primary love language – which is how they receive love.
People tend to communicate love to others with their own primary love language.
But, if the other person has a different primary love language, they will not feel loved.
For example – your primary love language may be words of affirmation. But, if your child’s love language is physical touch – no amount of verbal praise will replace your child’s need for hugs, physical play, and so forth. Or your love language may be physical touch, but your spouse’s may be acts of service. So, no amount of affection will replace the love communicated through service acts like cleaning up the house, cooking a meal, or taking out the garbage. That’s why two people in a relationship can be trying hard but not communicating love to each other because they don’t recognize the distinction in each person’s primary love languages.

The book gives more insight into how to determine someone’s primary love language, practical ideas around each love language, and more insight and detail on what each love language means. OK, I never thought I’d write a blog post with the word “love” in it 25 times.

Research: Using Math to choose a wife

Perhaps the subject most fascinating to me at the moment is the gamble that is involved in choosing a life partner.
Perhaps I have been unnecessarily haunted since research revealed that Facebook destroys romantic relationships. Still, it was quite odd that a man whom I have chosen to follow on Twitter for his remarkable erudition in social psychology (oh, alright, his name is Dominic Johnson) passed along a quite extraordinary article from New Scientist, one that has made me ponder more deeply than I usually care to.

While the article begins by discussing the mathematical ways in which you can improve your chances in Vegas (or, if your taste and eyes have deserted you, Atlantic City), it goes on to discuss the marriage problem. Apparently, mathematicians have tortured themselves over marriage for some years. I did not know this. I figured that perhaps mathematicians only ever had one girlfriend, whom they married very soon after sex.

May I go down on one knee and admit how wrong I was?
Mathematicians have racked their brains and abacuses, for the good of society, in order to help us all choose wisely the person who shares our king-size. According to New Scientist, the law of diminishing returns has long been thought to be a marvelous indicator of when to stick, rather than turn another card.
Naturally, scientific laws have certain suppositions. And at first glance, I considered the idea of having a mere 100 choices a little unrealistic.

However, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed a little more natural than it might have appeared. We march our way merrily through life, meeting people and declaring them a "yay" or a "nay."

Oh, we have some supposed criteria in our heads about what makes a "yay"- body type, nose shape, or some such nonsense. But commitment is a very hairy creature, one that barks at us more often than it sings.
So for a long time, mathematicians believed that, given 100 choices (each of which has to be chosen or discarded after the interview) you should discard the first 50 and then choose the next best one. (The assumption also is that if you don't choose the first 99, you have to choose number 100, which, again, seems rather realistic to me. I know so many people who have chosen the last resort out of perceived necessity rather than, say, happiness.)

The "Discard 50 then Choose the Next Best" method apparently gives you a 25 percent chance of choosing the best candidate.

However, then along came John Gilbert and Frederick Mosteller of Harvard University. I do not believe they were married. However, they came upon the idea that the magic number is, in fact, 37. Yes, you should stop after 37 candidates and choose the next best one. This number was apparently derived by taking the number 100 and dividing by e, the base of the natural logarithms (around 2.72). And it apparently increases your chances of the best choice to 37 percent.
Here's the real beauty of this calculation, though. You don't have to limit yourself to 100. This optimization works for any population. So if you have a world of 26 potential life partners, simply divide by 2.72 and choose the next best one.
Now, I know it is sometimes hard to know exactly how many potential partners are in your firmament. But it is surely not beyond some calculation.

We need a little more stability in this world. We need more happiness. And we need just a little more good judgment. It seems that only math can save us.

There is a small word of warning, however. Some psychologists, such as JoNell Strough at West Virginia University, believe that the more we invest (in a gambling and, one supposes, marriage context), the more likely our decision will be attached to disaster.

However, I would be interested whether any of you number-conscious geniuses out there have also used mathematical principles to choose your betrothed. Perhaps you have done it more than once, but we would still love to hear your number-based criteria.

Source: Cnet

Valentine's Day Expectations: Men v Women

Every year its the same valentine's Day claim of "Love is in the air", but what do the men and women really want from this romantic day? Thanks to the scientific art of making sweeping generalizations and handy old school Excel graphs, it turns out!

;)

MatchMaker tips

Wife School...

wow, wish atleast some of is true and possible..;-D)

To his Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell

Much Married

A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves in the same sleeping carriage of a train.

After the initial embarrassment they both go to sleep, the woman on the top bunk, the man on the lower.

In the middle of the night the woman leans over, wakes the man and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully cold and I was wondering if you could possibly get me another blanket."

The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've got a better idea... just for tonight, let's pretend we're married."

The woman thinks for a moment. "Why not," she giggles.



"Great," he replies, "Get your own damn blanket!"

Husband Shopping Centre...

Recently a "Husband Shopping Centre" opened in London, where women could go to choose a huband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors,with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.

The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to
choose a man from that floor; If you went up a floor, you couldn't go
back down except to leave the place,never to return. A couple of
girlfriends went to the shopping centre to findsome husbands...

First floor:

The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids." The
women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a
job, or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they
went.

Second floor:

The sign read, "These men have high paying jo bs, love kids, and are
extremely good looking. "Hmmm, said the ladies. But, I wonder what's
further up?"

Third floor:

This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good
looking, love kids and help with the housework. " Wow! said the women.
Very tempting, BUT, there's more further up! And up they went.

Fourth floor:

This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids,
are extremely good looking, help with the housework, and have strong
romantic streak. " Oh, mercy me. But just think! What must be awaiting
us further on! So up to the fifth floor they went.

Fifth floor:

The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists only to
prove that women are impossible to please."