Lets lay our cards on the table for a moment. More females read my blog then males. This strikes me as odd, chiefly because I have more male then female friends. Surely this phenomenon is caused by an underlying difference between the sexes. I shall now attempt to state those differences. Many people have tried, so one more theory won't hurt anyone. So here goes;
I think the main reason I have more female readers then male is because the female mind is more capable in reading. It is common knowledge, that men will read the first 3 words of a story and if those 3 words does not contain either kung-fu, sex or bomb, the male brain will shut down and simply will not restart until interest is restored. Usually by satellite television.
This is also why men don't stop and ask for directions. It wouldn't be of any use. Besides pulling over and humbling ourselves to ask someone who is indefinitely less intelligent then ourselves, (which is explained by the fact that person is walking, while I am nice and cool in my car), the minute we hear the first word said, our subconscious blocks out everything else and we part, no wiser then when we started. A pointless endeavor then.
I am currently in the midst of sorting out my phonebook and I made a startling discovery; most of my friends are technology aficionados, i.e; techno geeks. This is surprising because I know nothing about modern technology. The computer I am typing this on is used mainly for gaming and indeed, typing. Apparently it is powerful, but I have no way of being sure. Same goes for my camera. Same goes for my watch. The brochure tells me it has a stopwatch, a thermometer, a barometer and a compass. Since I bought it 3 years ago, I still have not been able to set the alarm for 7 in the morning. It always rings at 2.47pm, just as I am in Math class. I would turn it off, but I don't know how.
Men are all hypochondriacs too, but that's another story for another day.
April 24, 2007
April 07, 2007
How Does My Garden Grow
What is a blog to me? I see it as a habitual hobby, something to do when I have nothing better. Like say, a part-time girlfriend, (probably why I'm still single). Recently I have not written much, but then again, I have never written much. In this case, it was not laziness that kept words from reaching this page, but a new hobby of mine.
Want to know the true meaning of civilization? Its gardening, plain and simple. Think about it; mowing the lawn, focusing on getting the lines straight. Digging up earth that has been untouched or frozen by months of winter. Bringing mud to life. And once all that is done, sitting back in a lawn chair with a glass of mango juice/diet Pepsi/sherry, (drink depends on preference), admiring the sheer majesty of the whole thing. After that yelling at any child who walks on the grass. Tut tut-ing upon finding a stray cigarette butt in the earth. Attacking weeds and pests with biological weapons. No day is wasted when time has been spent in the garden.
Yup! Tending my little corner of paradise has occupied my time all this while. It was what kept me sane during the week-long spring break. I'm sorry blog, but I have a new love now.
What have I been doing? Well, first the soil has to be conditioned to be ready for planting. The small rocks must be removed, the earth must be tilled and fertilised. And as I had just found out, the ground needs to be treated to get the pH levels right, as it has a high clay content. My hopes of just digging holes and placing seeds into them whilst adding water were dashed immediately.
But I shall persevere. Did man say they should have stopped chopping down trees just because the pollution levels in the city were worsening? To the contrary, we should turn the green lungs into golf courses. They are more beautiful, they are more useful, and there is a sense of order which would help make the surrounding areas more organised. They also will benefit people, no longer just animals. To offset the danger posed by wild animals that have lost their habitats, we would use predators in the cities.
Looking back on my plot of soil, I see many weeks, if not months of work. But as I look back on what I have done these past few weeks, I feel a sense of pride.
For I have taken on the messiness of nature with nothing more then a shovel and a plan, and emerged victorious.
Want to know the true meaning of civilization? Its gardening, plain and simple. Think about it; mowing the lawn, focusing on getting the lines straight. Digging up earth that has been untouched or frozen by months of winter. Bringing mud to life. And once all that is done, sitting back in a lawn chair with a glass of mango juice/diet Pepsi/sherry, (drink depends on preference), admiring the sheer majesty of the whole thing. After that yelling at any child who walks on the grass. Tut tut-ing upon finding a stray cigarette butt in the earth. Attacking weeds and pests with biological weapons. No day is wasted when time has been spent in the garden.Yup! Tending my little corner of paradise has occupied my time all this while. It was what kept me sane during the week-long spring break. I'm sorry blog, but I have a new love now.
What have I been doing? Well, first the soil has to be conditioned to be ready for planting. The small rocks must be removed, the earth must be tilled and fertilised. And as I had just found out, the ground needs to be treated to get the pH levels right, as it has a high clay content. My hopes of just digging holes and placing seeds into them whilst adding water were dashed immediately.But I shall persevere. Did man say they should have stopped chopping down trees just because the pollution levels in the city were worsening? To the contrary, we should turn the green lungs into golf courses. They are more beautiful, they are more useful, and there is a sense of order which would help make the surrounding areas more organised. They also will benefit people, no longer just animals. To offset the danger posed by wild animals that have lost their habitats, we would use predators in the cities.
Looking back on my plot of soil, I see many weeks, if not months of work. But as I look back on what I have done these past few weeks, I feel a sense of pride.
For I have taken on the messiness of nature with nothing more then a shovel and a plan, and emerged victorious.
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