All Brains are the same color

clipped from www.nytimes.com Dr. Watson’s remarks created a huge stir because they implied that blacks were genetically inferior to whites, and the controversy resulted in his resignation as chancellor of Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory. But was he right? Is there a genetic difference between blacks and whites that condemns blacks in perpetuity to be less intelligent? In fact, the evidence heavily favors the view that race differences in I.Q. are environmental in origin, not genetic. In any case, the degree of heritability of a characteristic tells us nothing about how much the environment can affect it. Even when a trait is highly heritable (think of the height of corn plants), modifiability can also be great (think of the difference growing conditions can make).

Salaries in the designing field

TO all who will be one day be Commited or Married

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to
open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a
divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love
her anymore..I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her
wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had
said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me,
which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind
of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She
requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to
me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy
was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to
carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly
it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum
out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly,
it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me
sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a
step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't
noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew
seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.


The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in
the bank, blah..blah..blah.
These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give
happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do
those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real
happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you
just might save a marriage.

- Author unknown -

Unconditional love!

By Nikhil Chinapa

Stop me if you've heard this before –

Love is a many splendored thing.

Too late, I already said it. Not that I know what "many splendored" is, but it sounds profound and was once said by a very wise person (Or someone with far too much time on their hands). This thing called love, it's ok though; makes you feel a little giddy, your stomach churns and you break out in a bit of a sweat.

If that's how you feel, you may want to consult a doctor and test yourself for the flu.

But, I digress. A couple I know broke up recently after 8 years. Yeah, I know that's a long time… but you know what… shit happens, life's like that, blah de blah blah. I'm kind of ok with them breaking up, as in I can handle it; but what I can't handle is the fact that they still love each other.Yup.

Man, these complications almost make me want to quit the human race and apply to be an unemotional potted plant. Just imagine, all the manure in the world, you get watered by your owner (or your owner's dog) and nobody would care if you had sex in broad daylight. Emotions, on the other hand complicate everything. Emotions and Evolution.

Speaking of which, we should've stayed as apes… maybe as monkeys, and never have come down from the trees. Evolution? That thing's overrated. When apes like each other, they beat their chests with their fists, bare their teeth (dental hygiene is a big deal for them apes) and then the rest of the stuff you can watch on Nat Geo.

Getting back to the dysfunctional couple…You see, their problem is, that neither of them are the boy/girl they fell in love with 8 years ago. Neither have been able to understand that you can grow, mature, evolve, have individual personalities and opinions, and STILL be in love. You can be two different people, and still be in love… in fact I think it works better this way. These two love each other, but can't bear to give each other the space they need to grow. How daft is that? And also, how true for how many of us?

Why is it that people can't love each other for who they are; here and now.

Not for who they were, who you think they are or who you think you can turn them into?

Here's a universal truth for boy-girl-father-son-mother-daughter-brother-sister-potted plant-catterpillar on leaf... anybody, anywhere.

If you really want to experience true, unconditional I-don't'-care-what-you-do-I-still-love-you kind of love, get a dog.

Coz I don't think human beings have a clue.

Dating blunders ! lol

Now keep those hands and legs to yourself!



You can take out some time to smell good, can't you?


C'mon, stop gazing at other women!


So that's your idea about perfect romantic getaway?

Focus on her eyes dude, not elsewhere!
Amazing illustrations. Was very funny to read those, but i think it did give some tips !!!

loveable party oh noo patti !!!

Mind-reading computers

British and American scientists have revealed that they are currently developing a computer that will literally be able to read your mind.

While this sounds almost paranormal it is fact more down to the computer being ‘emotionally aware’ and able to analyse tiny unconscious facial movements that reveal underlying thoughts.

"The system we have developed allows a wide range of mental states to be identified just by pointing a video camera at someone", said Professor Peter Robinson, of the University of Cambridge in England.

The developers hope that the system will be able to help people learn new skills and could be used as a way to tailor advertising to people’s thoughts and moods. The developers are also looking into other types of data to further understand other thoughts and moods.

The technology will be unveiled as part of a four-day exhibition organised by the Royal Society, Britain's academy of leading scientists.

courtesy: http://www.refreshedmedia.com/

pixel Shader - Make ure texture look realistic

A Facet of the nfiniteFX Engine

Pixel Shaders create ambiance with materials and surfaces that mimic reality. An infinite number of material effects replace the artificial, computerized look with high-impact organic surfaces. Characters now have facial hair and blemishes, golf balls have dimples, a red chair gains a subtle leather look, and wood exhibits texture and grain. By altering the lighting and surface effects, artists are able to manipulate colors, textures, or shapes and to generate complex, realistic scenes.

A Pixel Shader is a graphics function that calculates effects on a per-pixel basis. Depending on resolution, in excess of 2 million pixels may need to be rendered, lit, shaded, and colored for each frame, at 60 frames per second. That in turn creates a tremendous computational load. The GeForce3 can easily process this load through Pixel Shaders, and bring movie-style effects to your PC. This is an unprecedented level of hardware control for consumers. Per-pixel shading brings out an extraordinary level of surface detail—allowing you to see effects beyond the triangle level. Programmable Pixel Shaders then give artists and developers the ability to create per-pixel effects that mirror their creative vision. Furthermore, because the Pixel Shader capabilities in the NVIDIA nfiniteFX engine are fully programmable, rather than simply choosing from a preset palette of effects, developers can create their own. Thus, programmable Pixel Shaders provide developers with unprecedented control for determining the lighting, shading, and color of each individual pixel, allowing them to create a myriad of unique surface effects.

In addition to incredible material effects, the nfiniteFX engine achieves excellent performance and enables previously impossible pixel-level effects on consumer-level platforms, because of its ability to handle four textures in a single pass. Applying multiple textures in one pass almost always yields better performance than performing multiple passes. Multiple passes translate into multiple geometry transformations and multiple Z-buffer calculations, slowing the overall rendering process.