May 24, 2002
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Last night I put a new set of images up on my website at:
http://cosmiverse.folksites.com/susitnart .
And, for some odd reason (possibly the long preceding period of sleep deprivation), I didn’t sit up half the night pecking away at the laptop. So unless I decide to neglect the pile of work here at my elbow to write down some of this jumble of thoughts I awoke with, I’ll do no extensive blogging today.
I do, however, have this thing that was forwarded to our egroup on holistic healing:
Here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a
relief to know the truth after all those conflicting
medical studies.
DIETS AND DYING
The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart
attacks than the British or Americans.
The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart
attacks than the British or Americans.
The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer
heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and
also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or the
Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like; speaking
English is apparently what kills you!
¿Quién sabé? Wakkari masen.
Comments (9)
bwahahahaha I love this
beautiful photos, btw
omigod.
DAMMIT!
I can’t speak anything other than what I speak … I’ve tried and I’ve tried … I should be multi lingual … and yet, unless I plunk myself down with the natives …
So … what about speaking English with an accent … (other than British … ugh) . …
Will that help I wonder?
Not to worry, Anam Cara, your valley girl dialect is foreign enough–your’e safe.
Well Im going te eat drink talk and be merry – hehehe – Dusk
So that’s what’s the matter with me, lately! There was I thinking it was the beer!
LOL!!!
Very funny… I thought it was the fish and the olive oil that kept their hearts beating strong…
Did you know that Americans eat more red meat than any other nationality? I think that may be it. That, and the addictive qualities of Oreos
LOL!! Too funny!
It’s not what you eat, but why you eat.
It’s not what you do but who you are.
Sorri, speaking in rhymes again. Where’s the de-rhyminizer?