Happy Thanksgiving

Marriage as a long conversation.

When marrying, one should ask oneself this question: do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this woman (man) into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory, but the most time during the association belongs to conversation. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Reason alone can never produce any action…

David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature.

Dear Mr Copetas,

That depends on many factors, which include diet, daily physical activity, and so on. In your case, (as you eat at Anna's Taqueria everyday), you could breath between 25 and 50 liters (i.e., 10 to 20 gallons) of your own gas. I will forward your question to the Risti Thum, Head Statistician at the Hash Institute.

Best Regards
Giulio Gambarota

"*Daily, you will breathe in 1 liter of other people's
anal gases."

What about your own?

Statistics: Part 2.
(Courtesy by Risti Thum, Head Statistician at the Hash Institute, Boston, Mass.)


*Annually, you will shake hands with 11 women who have
recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.

*Annually, you will shake hands with 6 men who have
recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.

*At an average wedding reception, you have a 1/100
chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests.

*Daily, you will breathe in 1 liter of other people's
anal gases.

This week, Statistics!!!

Statistics: Part 1.
(Courtesy by Risti Thum, Head Statistician at the Hash Institute, Boston, Mass.)

* During an hour's swimming at a municipal pool, you
will ingest 1/12 liter of urine.

*In an average day, your hands will come into indirect
contact with 15 penises (touching door handles, etc.).

*An average person's yearly fast food intake will
contain 12 pubic hairs.

*In a year, you will have swallowed 14 insects --
while you slept.

' I shall desire and I shall find
The best of my desires'

Rupert Brooke (1887–1915)

Once in a while, there are fun parties also here in Nijmegen…


http://www.cmbi.kun.nl/~bettler/cuca_toni_party/

A hen is only an egg’s way of making another egg. Samuel Butler.

This guy looked at the world the other way around. He wrote a book, Erewhon (= nowhere inverted) in which he describe an imaginary society where patients were sent to jails and criminals to hospitals, i.e. illness was viewed as a moral transgression, while crime as a condition to be cured.

As a former Children's Hospital employee, I still receive e-mail-news from the hospital. Yesterday I received two emails:

First e-mail.


The Children's Hospital Boston family has lost another familiar face.
N. L., who worked for 18 years at the *** Dept., died Sunday. She was 61.

She is survived by six children, nine grandchildren and seven
great-grandchildren.

I’m pretty sure that the few thousand employees who received this e-mail were wondering, and trying to do some math on this situation: ..ok, she was 61, with six children, nine grandchildren seven great-grandchildren .. wow, she must have had the first daughter at 16 .. and then the daughter was pregnant at .. and bla bla.

Actually I spend 15 minutes discussing this math with my colleagues..

One hour later, second e-mail

An error was made in the previous e-mail. N. L. had only
one granddaughter and no great-grandchildren.

After my mother asks me:

Giuuliooo, quando ti sposi????

I usually fall into the trap of answering that question with something like:

Well, I think I should first find a girlfriend….

Allora, perche non ti cerchi una fidanzata ????
(Then, why don’t you try to find a girlfriend?!?) she replies...

Halloween Pictures: Hell's Hospital 2002.

Mothers.

Lately, everytime I speak with my mother on the phone, somewhere in the middle of the conversation,
apparently out of the blue she asks me:

Giuuliooo, quando ti sposi????

(Giuuuliooo, when are you going to get married???).

26 children died in a little village in Italy after their school collapsed during an earthquake.

“I wonder where God was when this happened...”

These were the first words of a priest in San Giuliano di Puglia, right after the earthquake which wiped out most of the six and seven-year-old children in the village.

"Don't give me great generals - give me lucky generals.” Napoleon.