Jessica L. Tracy and Alec T. Beall from the Psychology department at the University of British Columbia recently published a study called "Happy Guys Finish Last: The Impact of Emotion Expressions on Sexual Attraction", they did not only achieved international success within the scientific community, but they also had media impact internationally (I read that in an Austrian news-website)
Tracy and Beall suggest that "Showing a happy face is considered essential to any
friendly social interaction, including those involving sexual attraction" but this
applies only for women! The study states that "women may find male pride displays
more attractive than male happiness".
Now my story:
Between 2008 and 2009 I was not very lucky with women, let me quote again (but this
time myself), "I will try emotional chastity". Reasons for this? During my stay in Nicaragua (and the 18 months prior to that) I was not happy with my non-existing emotional life.
What went wrong with the ladies? During that period, I was not always happy, or at
least I did not look happy. So, I assume that my face and body expressed more
seriousness, even sadness.
So: during 2008 and 2009, I did not laugh much, but women did not find me attractive!
Ms tracy and Mr Beall, I can prove you wrong!
Summarising:
a) I was a serious man (almost an emo) for two years
b) there we no women queuing to meet me during this period
c) I am dating a girl
d) I am permanently smiling
Thesis by Tracy and Beall: "Happy Guys Finish Last"
Thesis by me: I am a happy guy who will finish last
Synthesis: Happy guys don't care if they finish first...or last
P.S. Here is the link to the study of Tracy and Beall
jueves, 26 de mayo de 2011
martes, 17 de mayo de 2011
Peculiar coins
There are three famous personalities I really hate. I am sure that the world would have been a better place if they would have never been born.
Curiously they all worked for the same organisation. The first of this monsters is josémaría escrivá. He founded the opus gay, better known as the opus dei. No one on earth thinks more often in sex than them. Just imagine that many of the opus gay members cover their bodies while taking a shower, because if they see themselves naked they may think of sex - and that is a sin for them! Here is my favourite one: If you think of something dirty (like a mom breast-feeding her baby), you will have to flagellate yourself and pray at the same time. Once, an opus gay member told my brother "I flagellate myself while praying, it hurts, but after some time I started liking it. FREAKS!!!
The other guy I hate is marcial masiel. He was a very good friend of karol wojtila (he is the next in my list). This priest was the best manager that the catholic church has seen (cerated an imperium of 650 million USD). That is probably why the vatican under Karol Wojtila never said anything to him when they discovered what "father masiel" was doing: He sexually abused of many children and teenagers...including his own children. SICK!!!
And the most famous celebrity I hate: karol wojtila a.k.a. as Pope Johannes Paulus the second. He did nothing, absolutely nothing to stop the bastards I mentioned above, and he knew them personally. ASSHOLE!!!
The worst of all: Two of these animals have achieved the first step in becoming
saints according to the catholic church...IDIOTS!!!
Last week I went to a bar, when I paid I received a 50 Cent coin, and as usual,
I inspected the coin to see it's country of origin. It was a nice surprise to discover that the coin was from the vatican city. Since they are not frecuent, they have a high numismatic value. My karol wojtila 50 cent coin is 6 Euros worth. Nice to have that bastard on my coin!!!
P.S. If I hurted your feelings by expressing the way I did in this entry, sorry but your religion has sick and crazy leaders...
P.S. 2 I don't like the catholic church, but I love their coins!!!
Curiously they all worked for the same organisation. The first of this monsters is josémaría escrivá. He founded the opus gay, better known as the opus dei. No one on earth thinks more often in sex than them. Just imagine that many of the opus gay members cover their bodies while taking a shower, because if they see themselves naked they may think of sex - and that is a sin for them! Here is my favourite one: If you think of something dirty (like a mom breast-feeding her baby), you will have to flagellate yourself and pray at the same time. Once, an opus gay member told my brother "I flagellate myself while praying, it hurts, but after some time I started liking it. FREAKS!!!
The other guy I hate is marcial masiel. He was a very good friend of karol wojtila (he is the next in my list). This priest was the best manager that the catholic church has seen (cerated an imperium of 650 million USD). That is probably why the vatican under Karol Wojtila never said anything to him when they discovered what "father masiel" was doing: He sexually abused of many children and teenagers...including his own children. SICK!!!
And the most famous celebrity I hate: karol wojtila a.k.a. as Pope Johannes Paulus the second. He did nothing, absolutely nothing to stop the bastards I mentioned above, and he knew them personally. ASSHOLE!!!
The worst of all: Two of these animals have achieved the first step in becoming
saints according to the catholic church...IDIOTS!!!
Last week I went to a bar, when I paid I received a 50 Cent coin, and as usual,
I inspected the coin to see it's country of origin. It was a nice surprise to discover that the coin was from the vatican city. Since they are not frecuent, they have a high numismatic value. My karol wojtila 50 cent coin is 6 Euros worth. Nice to have that bastard on my coin!!!
P.S. If I hurted your feelings by expressing the way I did in this entry, sorry but your religion has sick and crazy leaders...
P.S. 2 I don't like the catholic church, but I love their coins!!!
miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011
a smart accident
19 months ago I started to write this blog. Common themes have been food, childhood, prosecco, family and friends. However, there is something I haven't written about yet: fear
Last Saturday, I had a wonderful afternoon. Hannes, his parents, Roland and Magdalena, Lindsey, Andrea and I made a nice picnic in the garden. We had prosecco, roasted almonds, crostini with green olive paste, wasabi-gouda and strawberries. After that, we had dinner with the Quantschnigs (Roland and Magdalena invited us). After dinning, we walked to one of Innsbruck's most beautiful squares and had a drink there. Hannes’ parents left and then we headed to a bar and stayed there until half past one.
On our way home, Andrea was riding her bike in front of me when all of a sudden she was hit by a car. She didn’t see the car coming from her left side…Andre was very lucky because the driver reacted promptly (and that the car was a smart). However, as a consequence of the impact, she lost consciousness for about twenty seconds.
Many people helped after the accident. A guy stopped the cars, another called the paramedics (who arrived 4-5 minutes later) and a man gave her his jacket (she seemed cold, since her body was shaking, probably because of the contusion). I did the best I could, I carefully moved her head to allow easy breathing, put my jacket over her, verified if she could move her legs and then raised her knees to keep the blood on her chest, and talked to her all the time in order to calm her.
All this time I remained serene. We drove to the hospital, talked to the doctors, answered the policemen's questions (we both had an alcohol test, which was negative in both cases), I had to explain Andrea repeatedly what happened. After taking x-rays and an ultrasound test, the hospital personnel took her to another floor where she spent the night. I had to leave the hospital.
Only then my fear started.
I took a cab in order not to see people; the taxi-driver drove through the accident's site, which did not help at all. When I was in bed I started crying. I was so afraid because I was no longer with her, holding her hand. I was extremely worried that something could happen to her during the night. I can't remember crying so strong ever. I cried so hard and for so long that I was completely exhausted, that helped me to sleep well.
The next morning, Andrea woke me up with a text message; she was doing way much better. I went to the hospital without any fear and only then I realised that during the night I let out the fear caused by the shock of seeing the accident. My body and mind were restored.
Andrea broke no bones and was released from the hospital on Tuesday noon. She is doing very well; today she told me she quit taking the painkillers...respect!!!
I am including a picture of her so you can see that she is doing well :)
Last Saturday, I had a wonderful afternoon. Hannes, his parents, Roland and Magdalena, Lindsey, Andrea and I made a nice picnic in the garden. We had prosecco, roasted almonds, crostini with green olive paste, wasabi-gouda and strawberries. After that, we had dinner with the Quantschnigs (Roland and Magdalena invited us). After dinning, we walked to one of Innsbruck's most beautiful squares and had a drink there. Hannes’ parents left and then we headed to a bar and stayed there until half past one.
On our way home, Andrea was riding her bike in front of me when all of a sudden she was hit by a car. She didn’t see the car coming from her left side…Andre was very lucky because the driver reacted promptly (and that the car was a smart). However, as a consequence of the impact, she lost consciousness for about twenty seconds.
Many people helped after the accident. A guy stopped the cars, another called the paramedics (who arrived 4-5 minutes later) and a man gave her his jacket (she seemed cold, since her body was shaking, probably because of the contusion). I did the best I could, I carefully moved her head to allow easy breathing, put my jacket over her, verified if she could move her legs and then raised her knees to keep the blood on her chest, and talked to her all the time in order to calm her.
All this time I remained serene. We drove to the hospital, talked to the doctors, answered the policemen's questions (we both had an alcohol test, which was negative in both cases), I had to explain Andrea repeatedly what happened. After taking x-rays and an ultrasound test, the hospital personnel took her to another floor where she spent the night. I had to leave the hospital.
Only then my fear started.
I took a cab in order not to see people; the taxi-driver drove through the accident's site, which did not help at all. When I was in bed I started crying. I was so afraid because I was no longer with her, holding her hand. I was extremely worried that something could happen to her during the night. I can't remember crying so strong ever. I cried so hard and for so long that I was completely exhausted, that helped me to sleep well.
The next morning, Andrea woke me up with a text message; she was doing way much better. I went to the hospital without any fear and only then I realised that during the night I let out the fear caused by the shock of seeing the accident. My body and mind were restored.
Andrea broke no bones and was released from the hospital on Tuesday noon. She is doing very well; today she told me she quit taking the painkillers...respect!!!
I am including a picture of her so you can see that she is doing well :)
martes, 19 de abril de 2011
Cheese and Whisky
Last year I took someone a picture with a digital camera and I was amazed because for the first time I saw tiny red squares moving around the camera's display. It took me a while to understand that those red squares were following the faces of the people in the screen. Suddenly, a message appeared in the display telling "laugh-identifier is on"; I was astonished to see that the camera "knew" if people were laughing or not, and only when all people in the display were showing their best smile, the camera took the picture.
I enjoy taking photos with my mobile, but I really love taking pictures with analogue cameras. I am the proud owner of a polaroid, of a half-format camera, of a semi-automatic cannon (from the 1980s) and since two years I use disposable cameras and I love them! You can even play football with them and the worst thing that can happens is that the flash triggers after each kick (I tried this in new year's eve with my nephew Santiago).
Some people when taking group pictures ask the people to say "Cheese" or "Whisky", I think this is because when people pronounce the "ee" in cheese or the "y" in whisky, their face appear to be smiling. I wonder why photographers never asked us to say "the eels", instead of the usual terms for matured milk with salt or fermented and distilled cereals. Maybe the band (the eels is a wonderful band) is not known enough. However, saying "Cheese" or "Whishy" is old school, now the cameras do that on their own.
By the way, I have to show you what it happened to me in Vienna last weekend! I was taking pictures of tulips when my inner voice told me "Oscar say cheese when you shot the next picture". I dis so...in the link below you can see what happened.
Use this link to discover what happened and use this other link to hear eels' sweetest song.
P.S. I recommend you to combine the links hear the eels and see the pics
I enjoy taking photos with my mobile, but I really love taking pictures with analogue cameras. I am the proud owner of a polaroid, of a half-format camera, of a semi-automatic cannon (from the 1980s) and since two years I use disposable cameras and I love them! You can even play football with them and the worst thing that can happens is that the flash triggers after each kick (I tried this in new year's eve with my nephew Santiago).
Some people when taking group pictures ask the people to say "Cheese" or "Whisky", I think this is because when people pronounce the "ee" in cheese or the "y" in whisky, their face appear to be smiling. I wonder why photographers never asked us to say "the eels", instead of the usual terms for matured milk with salt or fermented and distilled cereals. Maybe the band (the eels is a wonderful band) is not known enough. However, saying "Cheese" or "Whishy" is old school, now the cameras do that on their own.
By the way, I have to show you what it happened to me in Vienna last weekend! I was taking pictures of tulips when my inner voice told me "Oscar say cheese when you shot the next picture". I dis so...in the link below you can see what happened.
Use this link to discover what happened and use this other link to hear eels' sweetest song.
P.S. I recommend you to combine the links hear the eels and see the pics
viernes, 8 de abril de 2011
the Czech extra kilos
I stop drinking beer in 2007. Ever since, I only had one at Munich’s airport in 2007, one at a friend’s wedding in 2009, and a few in Nicaragua (beer was my prosecco substitute in Central America).
The reason for quitting was the relation between beer consumption and my increasing body fat-index.
Last Friday I travelled to Prague for working reasons. We stayed in a nice hotel with a huge breakfast buffet.
The very first morning, I was late for our meeting and only had 5 minutes for breakfast (literally 5 minutes). While having breakfast I felt like breaking a Guinness record. I cut my fried egg and some bacon stripes and built four portions I ate in four bites (around 15 seconds per portion, 60 seconds). On the side I had baked beans and cucumber; I mixed the beans with cucumber to have a “healthy” version of an English breakfast. I exterminated those guys also in 60 seconds. While doing all this I brew myself a cup of earl grey (3 minutes). I never ate so fast in my life, but at least I was on time for the meeting.
During the resting days I ate like Conan the barbarian: Beef, goose, dumplings, Gulasch, kraut, potatoes…and beer.
I came back yesterday from Prague after five and a half days of work (12 hours a day) and at least 15 litres of Kozel, Zlatoplamen, Pilsner Urquell and Budweiser.
Already on Sunday I felt my body was not content with the amounts of Czech food and beer I was consuming, that day I started having oats and fruits for breakfast until I discovered miso-soup at the end of the buffet line…thank you hotel manager!
This morning I called my friend Kathrin, who knows an ayurvedic treatment for expelling toxins from one’s body. She warned me that the preparation for this regimen lasts between 4 and 5 days (no sugar, no pasta, no alcohol), and only then the real treatment begins. This is hard core! I think I won’t try Kathrin’s treatment this time. Until then, I hope I can cope with my Czech extra kilos.
The reason for quitting was the relation between beer consumption and my increasing body fat-index.
Last Friday I travelled to Prague for working reasons. We stayed in a nice hotel with a huge breakfast buffet.
The very first morning, I was late for our meeting and only had 5 minutes for breakfast (literally 5 minutes). While having breakfast I felt like breaking a Guinness record. I cut my fried egg and some bacon stripes and built four portions I ate in four bites (around 15 seconds per portion, 60 seconds). On the side I had baked beans and cucumber; I mixed the beans with cucumber to have a “healthy” version of an English breakfast. I exterminated those guys also in 60 seconds. While doing all this I brew myself a cup of earl grey (3 minutes). I never ate so fast in my life, but at least I was on time for the meeting.
During the resting days I ate like Conan the barbarian: Beef, goose, dumplings, Gulasch, kraut, potatoes…and beer.
I came back yesterday from Prague after five and a half days of work (12 hours a day) and at least 15 litres of Kozel, Zlatoplamen, Pilsner Urquell and Budweiser.
Already on Sunday I felt my body was not content with the amounts of Czech food and beer I was consuming, that day I started having oats and fruits for breakfast until I discovered miso-soup at the end of the buffet line…thank you hotel manager!
This morning I called my friend Kathrin, who knows an ayurvedic treatment for expelling toxins from one’s body. She warned me that the preparation for this regimen lasts between 4 and 5 days (no sugar, no pasta, no alcohol), and only then the real treatment begins. This is hard core! I think I won’t try Kathrin’s treatment this time. Until then, I hope I can cope with my Czech extra kilos.
domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011
Today is a nice Sunday :-)
It’s been three months since I’ve been in Mexico, nevertheless, today is a good day for writing about my family. For those of you who are not Mexican, or don’t know any Mexican, let me tell you that for us, our family consists of mother and father, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles (including the in-laws), grandparents, and sometimes even good family friends are considered family, that is the case of my cousin Mario, with him I don’t share any close DNA-tracks, but still, he is my cousin.
I made a filckr album; there you will see Allison, my brother’s wonderful girlfriend. She is from Hawaii; they met in Chile and have lived together in two different Mexican cities and also in Innsbruck. Allison is the first girl in the photo album (showing us her christmas present: a bracelet).
Among those pics, you will also see Víctor. He is my sister’s husband. According to her, he is the most wonderful man on earth; my sister is incredible intelligent, so if she says that it is true. You can recognise him because he is the guy reading the label of a red wine bottle.
You will see also pics from my cousins and their partners. The children are from my cousins Liliana and Larisa, their last names are “Aragón Castro”, I am a “Germes Castro”, our second last name reveals that our mothers are sisters.
There is a wonderful picture of my mother and Anna, Anna is for me (together wit Luisa) the most beautiful child in the world.
There is one weird picture you may ask yourself “What the hell?” when you see it. It is Albino and me holding firecrackers with our mouths. Albino is for me the funniest Spaniard (together with Javier Cámara, but he is an actor). Albino is the proud husband of my cousin and childhood-sidekick Karla.
The last picture is of the two people I love the most in this planet (not counting my mom). They are Tita, my wonderful sister, and Tomás, my funny brother.
I hope you like the pics and thank you for reading this personal message to my beloved family…if you are one of the people in the photos let me tell you that I miss you.
And if you click here, you can see the album
I made a filckr album; there you will see Allison, my brother’s wonderful girlfriend. She is from Hawaii; they met in Chile and have lived together in two different Mexican cities and also in Innsbruck. Allison is the first girl in the photo album (showing us her christmas present: a bracelet).
Among those pics, you will also see Víctor. He is my sister’s husband. According to her, he is the most wonderful man on earth; my sister is incredible intelligent, so if she says that it is true. You can recognise him because he is the guy reading the label of a red wine bottle.
You will see also pics from my cousins and their partners. The children are from my cousins Liliana and Larisa, their last names are “Aragón Castro”, I am a “Germes Castro”, our second last name reveals that our mothers are sisters.
There is a wonderful picture of my mother and Anna, Anna is for me (together wit Luisa) the most beautiful child in the world.
There is one weird picture you may ask yourself “What the hell?” when you see it. It is Albino and me holding firecrackers with our mouths. Albino is for me the funniest Spaniard (together with Javier Cámara, but he is an actor). Albino is the proud husband of my cousin and childhood-sidekick Karla.
The last picture is of the two people I love the most in this planet (not counting my mom). They are Tita, my wonderful sister, and Tomás, my funny brother.
I hope you like the pics and thank you for reading this personal message to my beloved family…if you are one of the people in the photos let me tell you that I miss you.
And if you click here, you can see the album
viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011
I am sexier than Rick Asley
The oldest memory I have of being bullied at school was related to my skin and hair.
I think I was around 9 or 10 years old when my school "friends" formed a circle around me and started singing "f*cking freckle-face penguin", they only stop doing that after I burst into tears. There is another sad story, my mom told me that once I came back home crying from kindergarten because children found my freckles bizarre and then I told my mom "Mother, they laugh at my freckles, and I am full of them".
During my late childhood, I was given nicknames such as tortilla, carrot, and the non plus ultra "f*cking freckle-face penguin" (putos cerdos!). But when I was 17 or so, my hair started getting darker and darker, and by the time I reached the age of 24, my head hair was completely black.
On Tuesday, I called Carol and she told me that at school (she is currently studying art-restoration) she had a course on Christian painting, and there she learned that Judas (the informant among jesus' buddies) is commonly represented as a ginger. Now I finally understand why Cartman from South Park thinks red-haired people have no soul: Jews in general, and not only Judas, as well as "enemies of the church" are commonly portrayed as gingers in Christian art. In addition to that, during the Spanish inquisition, gingers were stigmatized as Jews.
During my Wikipedia research, I also learned that red is the rarest hair colour in the world (1% to 2% of the world's population); but the most striking data I got is that gingers are more sensitive to thermal pain. This may explain why I love shadows during summer and why I hate temperatures over 28°C. My sister, who is also a ginger, also dislikes hot weather. My brother loves the summer, but although he also had red hair, his skin is dark and he has no freckles.
I'll go back to this blog entry's title: Carol told me on the phone that ginger men are everything but sex-symbols, and that is the reason why there are no ginger actors. After laughing at me for a while, she tried to console me by saying that she only knows two red-haired men: Rick Asley and me, and eventhough she is not attracted to gingers, she was my girlfriend for over two years. Sweet, that automatically makes me sexier than Rick Asley.
If you are wondering how Rick Asley looks like, use this link
I think I was around 9 or 10 years old when my school "friends" formed a circle around me and started singing "f*cking freckle-face penguin", they only stop doing that after I burst into tears. There is another sad story, my mom told me that once I came back home crying from kindergarten because children found my freckles bizarre and then I told my mom "Mother, they laugh at my freckles, and I am full of them".
During my late childhood, I was given nicknames such as tortilla, carrot, and the non plus ultra "f*cking freckle-face penguin" (putos cerdos!). But when I was 17 or so, my hair started getting darker and darker, and by the time I reached the age of 24, my head hair was completely black.
On Tuesday, I called Carol and she told me that at school (she is currently studying art-restoration) she had a course on Christian painting, and there she learned that Judas (the informant among jesus' buddies) is commonly represented as a ginger. Now I finally understand why Cartman from South Park thinks red-haired people have no soul: Jews in general, and not only Judas, as well as "enemies of the church" are commonly portrayed as gingers in Christian art. In addition to that, during the Spanish inquisition, gingers were stigmatized as Jews.
During my Wikipedia research, I also learned that red is the rarest hair colour in the world (1% to 2% of the world's population); but the most striking data I got is that gingers are more sensitive to thermal pain. This may explain why I love shadows during summer and why I hate temperatures over 28°C. My sister, who is also a ginger, also dislikes hot weather. My brother loves the summer, but although he also had red hair, his skin is dark and he has no freckles.
I'll go back to this blog entry's title: Carol told me on the phone that ginger men are everything but sex-symbols, and that is the reason why there are no ginger actors. After laughing at me for a while, she tried to console me by saying that she only knows two red-haired men: Rick Asley and me, and eventhough she is not attracted to gingers, she was my girlfriend for over two years. Sweet, that automatically makes me sexier than Rick Asley.
If you are wondering how Rick Asley looks like, use this link
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