My friend timid-wolf has had an excellent rant again!
Mustard OilI'm pretty confident that mustard oil is nutritionally the best oil there is, although this is still controversial in Europe and the USA. Its disappearance from the Indian marketplace was a disaster, and it hasn't completely regained its dominant position in the Indian market even now the ban has been lifted. It's still hard to get in some parts of India. It's less clear-cut whether this is really a scandal, although it may well be.Mustard Oil by *coshipi
In Europe, Canada and the USA (possibly elsewhere, I don't know), mustard oil offered for sale must display a warning, something like Not for Human Consumption, or For External Use Only. This has been variously attributed to the likelihood of mustard oil being contaminated with argemone seed oil, and the fact that it naturally contains high levels of erucic acid.
There have been outbreaks of epidemic dropsy in India, where consumption of contaminated mustard oil has led to numerous deaths. The contamination has occasionall
The Land of the Midwinter SunI live in a town called Toptown. It's called that because it's very nearly at the top of the world. Mummy says the world doesn't really have a top, but everyone knows it does really.The Land of the Midwinter Sun by *coshipi
My Mummy is a Scientist. My Daddy says he's a Scientist too, but Mummy says he's really an Explorer, and that that's why he's away from home so much.
Our teacher told us that the stars you can see in the sky in winter are really very big, they only look little because they're a very, very long way away. She told us that they're just like the Sun, except that some of them are a bit bigger than the Sun, and some of them are a bit smaller. She said that maybe some of them have worlds like ours spinning around them, just like our world spins around the Sun.
She told us to imagine that there might be little children just like us on one of those worlds that there might be spinning around one of those stars. She told us that we couldn't possibly send a letter to them, and they couldn't possibly send a letter to u
Mark TullyI like Mark Tully http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Tully . He's one of only a handful of "Western" commentators on India who seems to have lived in the same India that I know and love.Mark Tully by *coshipi
Read Mark Tully's books. I've read a couple of them so far, and thoroughly recommend them, not just for their penetrating yet sympathetic observation of India, but for the philosophy they express.
Just now I'm reading India's Unending Journey, and so much of what Tully writes strikes chords with me. For example:
...in the modern Western tradition voices are all too often drowned out by the din of constant conflict - conflict that is frequently engineered by the media. Whether it be in politics, economics, religion or any other sphere of human activity, the bandying of certainties frequently passes for discussion, and shouting from opposite corners is considered the way to conduct an argument. In India, too, the media, which takes its cue from the West, seems to think its role is to promote agg
You Are Important.It's something I read somewhere recently. Something nice, that's stuck in my head. I think it may have been an image shared on Twitter, or something similar. Its title comprised of the above. Its reasoning went thusly:You Are Important. by ~Lethus1
The world wouldn't be the same if you hadn't been born. Wherever you've been, you've left a mark, even if only briefly. People you know wouldn't be the same without your friendship. Certain places have been changed physically by your presence, even if only minimally. Certain people would never have met without you, and certain things could never have been done without you.
This is where the specifics of the writing tail off for me, but the message was lasting. I was thinking about it tonight as I wandered through my favourite field. We are on a rock hanging in a void, circling a massive ball of fire in great loops until the universe collapses or time literally runs out. OK, fine, that's fact. Everyone's time is finite, but that doesn't mean that