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Monday, January 12, 2004

CNN REPORTS: SEX IS GOOD FOR A HEALTHY HEART

http://www.time.com/time/2004/sex/article/sexual_healing_what_fee01a.html?cnn=yes

CNN titteringly covered an article in Time magazine about the healing and exercising benefits of having sex.

OK. This tells me that some group of scientists actually got funding to survey this. Way to score, dudes! Basically, all the energy expended in doing the deed causes the pulse to accclerate to twice its normal rate and burns an average of 200 calories.

But I have questions . . .

1. How can this activity burn so many calories when it's over in 7 minutes?

2. Does hot, nasty, cheating sex with a co-worker burn more calories?

3. Does this apply to women too? I don't think so. Don't they just have to lie there? How much energy in that? I remember the only way I could tell if my ex-wife was finished is that she would drop her nail file.

4. And what about "Orgasm, party of one." Does it have to be sex with a partner to qualify? They never consider that.

Friday, January 09, 2004

GREAT EXPECTATIONS – 2004

OK, so it’s that time of year again to develop goals and action plans. Resolutions are so last millennium. And certainly I have plenty to goal about given I’m not where I want to be in a lot of different existential components. When I think about whether I want to go through this annual ritual, there’s always that nagging question of “why bother?”

What I know from project management is that you can have well laid out plans but if your execution sucks, well then you do likewise. But I come back to the power of expectations.

Expectations keep married couples together when nothing else suggests it.

Some abused women have great expectations that their husband will value them more and let up on the physical trauma.

And struggling athletes (let’s include golfers in that) let expectations push them harder to excel. It keeps them going and not giving up.

Last year I saw vanity license plate in the parking lot at work: IM2QT4U. “I’m too cute for you”. I waited one evening after work in my car just to see who the heck this person was. It surprised me. I knew the guy. He was a short, chubby, ostensibly gay man, who needed the Fab 5 to do something with his pants. I chuckled most of the way home. Like who did he think HE was?

Every time I passed by his cube I would internalize a little chuckle or a little smile would cross my face. Imagine my surprise one day when he drove his second car to work with another vanity plate: IM2QT4U2. This boy just doesn’t stop. I wondered what kind of internal sounding system this guy had. What planet was this guy from, and why did he think that tightening his belt really tight and letting his under belt belly and over belt belly pouch out was attractive.

I lot has happened over the last year. This Mr. Too-Cute has dropped weight considerably, changed his wardrobe, and considerably improved his personal grooming. He actually is a hottie now. He has become the person his vanity plate told everyone else he could be.

So here I am, at the start of 2004. Before I finish my goal statements and actionable achievement plans I need to think about my Great Expectation. I think I need a vanity plate before I hit the gym, take on Atkins, or work on finances. I don’t want to rush into this year without the right mindset or overarching expectational paradigm.

I’ll get back with you on that.

Happy New Year!

Thursday, January 08, 2004

I'M RECONSIDERING MY POSITION ON GAY MARRIAGE.

I used to think that it would be a civil way to recognize the lives of people who are in a committed relationship.

BUT NO MORE! Why would I expect gay men and lesbians to want to participate in this institution after Britney and her boyhood boy-toy bounced their way down the aisle.

They were married for 55 hours. Hell, sometimes that may not even be enough time for gay men to figure out who was going to be on the top bunk and who the bottom. And they admitted that they just wanted to do something fun.

I think some heteros ruin this marriage thing for everyone. At least I was able to confirm that the two Lousiana love birds didn't get married by an Elvis impersonator.

Congress should spend some time on a Defense of Marriage Clean Up Your Act.

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