Showing posts with label science. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

The Evolution of Ejaculation Strategies :: The Truth About Fowl and Charr and How It Probably Has Absolutely No Bearing on Human Relations

So, a few days ago, a new research paper on The Evolution of Ejaculation Strategies was tossed off, wiped clean and mailed to American Naturalist for publication in September. The paper has some very interesting observations to make about the ejaculatory habits of certain species of animals, specifically the domestic fowl and the Arctic charr (pictured below). In a nutshell, when the more attractive males of each species mate, they do so often, and they apportion fewer sperm to each partner in order ‘to maximise their chances of producing offspring across a range of sexual partners’. Conversely, mating much less frequently, the less attractive males may choose to allocate more sperm to each union, thus increasing their chances of becoming a daddy. And that, so far, is about as far as they’ve got. Sam Tazzyman is one of the authors of the paper and a member of CoMPLEX, which, standing as it does for the Centre for Mathematics and Physics in the Life Sciences and Experimental Biology, is one of the worst acronyms in the history of science. Tazzyman hopes to give over further study to trying to discover whether this in any way affects female behaviour. Deep down he knows it probably doesn’t, but a man’s got to make a living. The problem with this study – if you’re an editor of a tabloid, for example – is that it has absolutely no application to human society. Tazzyman is quite clear about this: ‘How this work applies to humans and other primates is not yet known.’ But then again, if you are the editor of a tabloid, you’re also professionally obliged to never let the facts stand in the way of a story. Aah, a textbook example of how to turn a fairly dull scientific finding into a slightly prurient human interest story. The article begins, ‘Uglier men with fewer notches on their belts are likely to be more productive between the sheets, it is claimed.’ Yes, claimed by you, you ignorant hack! The main problems with this giant leap from charr and fowl to modern man are as follows...


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My God, what are they? If you would like to read the rest of this awesome and educational article, Stan recommends you go here and purchase a copy of The Little Book of Shame. Not only does it contain the article you're currently reading, it also contains around 50 others, and all for the incredible price of whatever price it happens to be at the moment. You lucky thing you.

 

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Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Fast Facts #002 :: Paprika Stings


Day Two. The only remaining housemate is in the bedroom, positioned in the work area, finally getting on with his most recent challenge. He’s reading back over the bilge he’s been tweezing from his slender frame, when suddenly he becomes acutely aware of something in his eye: an eyelash. Without pause for thought, he digs in deep and fishes it out. Seconds later, he makes another important scientific discovery.


Fast Fact #002 :: Paprika – a pinch of which is used in the preparation of Madal Bal Natural Tree Syrup and Lemon Detox Drink - is no less painful, when smeared onto the open eyeball, than chilli.

Bonus Fact :: Paprika is also a very nice name for a little girl.



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Fast Facts #001 :: Shit Floats


Day Two. The only remaining housemate is on the bog in the netty. He’s reading the copy of the Writers’ & Artists’ Yearbook he bought last week, and thinking about trying to change his life, when really he should be getting on with the last challenge, with which he's now very much behind. Then, just as he’s about to flush, he notices that his excrement is floating on the surface of the toilet bowl, whereas usually it spreads itself out in the valley of the U-bend, slowly, and revoltingly, diffusing....


So there you have it: Bona. Fide. Science. After a mere two days of fasting, the fastee’s faeces are floating like feathers in a Force 4 kerfuffle.

Fact.

Fast Fact.

There may yet be more of these. The night is young.


And if I may coin a rather jarring formulation that's doing the rounds at the moment: I’m all about the short posts these days, I am.



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