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Saturday, November 29, 2003
I'm currently in the midcourse of reading Pride and Prejudice -- it's really a great novel, in the full sense of everything that befits a "great novel".
Just received this article through email; hope you will all read it and stop eating veal. AND shark's fins too. :p For those who love to eat veal, please read on......... > > > > > > Do you enjoy eating VEAL? do you know what veal is? It is > > the meat of a > > baby calf that has been starved to death so that the meat > > is pale pink, > > almost white. It is served in most Five Star Hotels, and > > can be bought at > > certain supermarkets . The VEAL calf industry is among > > the worst of all > > kinds of intensive animal agriculture. It is literally a > > fate far worse > > than death. > > > > Male calfs are taken from their mothers one or two days > > after birth. They > > are chained inside tiny crates barely larger than their > > bodies and are > > kept in total darkness. During their brief lives, they > > never see the sun > > or touch the earth. They never see or taste grass. Their > > muscles ache for > > freedom and exercise. They long for maternal care..... > > About 14-16 weeks > > after their birth, they are slaughtered. > > > > The Calfs home is a VEAL crate, a wooden restraining > > device that is so > > small (22 inches by 54 inches) that the calves cannot > > turn around. > > Designed to prevent any movement, the crate does its job > > of atrophying the > > calves' muscles, THUS PRODUCING TENDER "GOURMET" VEAL. > > > > Imagine if you had to sit in one position for months > > without being able to > > move at all. The calves also suffer from open sores > > caused by the constant > > rubbing against the crates. There is no bedding on which > > they lie, simply > > hard wood. They will never walk again. In fact, they will > > never stand > > again except when they go for slaughter - and by then > > they are so weak > > their limbs have become useless. > > > > These are little babies who will never see even one year > > of life. Have > > never romped and played, have never seen another calf or > > anyone- just a > > big bottle of forcible feed mush which is shoved into > > their throat every > > few hours and injections that pierce their skin regularly > > to make them > > fatter and keep them alive. > > > > They cough all the time and their faeces comes out in > > painful streams > > dirtying their nether parts. The calves are fed a high > > fat liquid feed > > intentionally lacking in iron and other essential > > nutrients. This diet > > keeps the animals anaemic and creates the pale pink or > > white colour > > considered desirable in VEAL. > > > > Craving iron, the calves lick urine-saturated salts and > > any metallic parts > > of their stalls. Farmers also withhold water from the > > animals, who, always > > thirsty, are driven to drink the disgusting slop the feed > > is. Because of > > such extremely unhealthy living conditions and food, the > > calves soon > > develop chronic pneumonia and constant diarrhoea. > > > > Consequently, they are given massive doses of antibiotics > > and other drugs > > just to keep them alive. The antibiotics are passed onto > > the consumers in > > the meat. That's not all that's passed along. Most > > international veal > > production companies give calves 'clenbuterol' , a > > dangerous and illegal > > drug that speeds growth and increases anaemia in the > > calves, producing > > more expensive white meat. > > > > Calves treated with 'clenbuterol' can be sold for > > slaughter at 12 to 13 > > weeks of age, rather than the standard 16 weeks. Even > > trace amounts of > > 'clenbuterol' can cause severe illness in humans, > > including increased > > heart rate, tremors, breathing difficulties, fever and > > even death. > > > > In 1996 the EU voted to ban the VEAL crate across Europe, > > but the veal > > industry said they would suffer economically, so it will > > be phased out and > > removed in the year 2007 only. Yet the trade will > > continue to thrive in > > various other countries. > > > > People who eat veal basically are eating the pale and > > tender meat of a > > very sick baby cow who was tortured to death. They are > > also eating > > antibiotics and hormones that kept the baby alive long > > after its body had > > given up. > > > > The meat is so white because there are NO nutrients in > > it. It is senseless > > food > > eaten by the senseless and savoured for its colour and > > chewability rather > > than any intrinsic merit. Surely , if a person is paying > > soooo much money > > for the meal, he must want something in exchange: > > Apart from drugs and cancer???? > > > > Don't buy veal, and tell friends, neighbours and > > relatives why. PLEASE > > SPREAD THE WORD AROUND.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Lin, the Right Job for you will allow you to be:
Analytical and Creative As an Analytical type, you don't want to be limited by established rules and regulations. Your inquisitive nature demands that you sometimes question authority. Otherwise, you might not be able to find fresh approaches, or come up with new solutions to a problem. It's not that you act without weighing the pros and cons of a situation — it's more that you're more willing than others to take justifiable risks if they'll further your career success. You're smart enough to know when you need help and are confident enough in your abilities to ask for it. You understand that sometimes there are no clear right and wrong answers, and that's just fine with you because you tolerate gray areas better than most. In fact, pondering potential outcomes can sometimes be more interesting than coming up with the definitive solution for you. Your right job doesn't have to be about self-expression, but it needs to be a job you can be proud of.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Went swimming today -- it was so serene, so calm, so peaceful, with the setting sun and the cool evening wind blowing all around you. Much time for introspection and other thoughts, while floating on my back in the water (not to mention almost falling asleep in that position).
Loneliness = solitude. Is that really so? What is the difference, if any? Loneliness has always been thought of as a negative thing, as a chilly darkness which engulfs you, when there are no torches of fire nearby, no source of heat or light. Solitude? Perhaps, there is joy in solitude. A silent joy. Like watching the sun set, looking at the distant stars in the dark night sky, and the cool, impassive, incandescent moon. Strolling in the rain, watching the leaves of the raintree drop, fall, as you walk along a pavement, or on a bridge. Feeling the icy tinge of rain coupled with the moist wind against your cheeks. Feeling Nature all around you -- a true friend that never deserts you. Indeed. Nature is not subjected to human impulses (be it new friends, new interests) that turns a true friend false, and cause old friends to forget you. It is always there.. Ah, the tendency of the human mind to forget... To forget... To my old friends: Look into the Yesterdays of your mind, and you'll find me there still. I need to grow up. Grow up from this need to search for warmth. Be..independent. To embrace Solitude as a companion, and Nature as a friend. "They would not find me changed from him they knew— Only more sure of all I thought was true." --Into my Own. (A Boy's Will) Robert Frost.
A lovely song I love to sing often. Alone. The words are not impressive in anyway, but its simplicity is that which renders the melody a certain music and ring to it. A song not to be missed; download it if you wish. Whenever sang my songs On the stage, on my own Whenever said my words Wishing they would be heard I saw you smiling at me Was it real or just my fantasy You'd always be there in the corner Of this tiny little bar My last night here for you Same old songs, just once more My last night here with you? Maybe yes, maybe no I kind of liked it your your way How you shyly placed your eyes on me Oh, did you ever know That I had mine on you Darling, so there you are With that look on your face As if you're never hurt As if you're never down Shall I be the one for you Who pinches you softly but sure If frown is shown then I will know that you are no dreamer So let me come to you Close as I wanted to be Close enough for me To feel your heart beating fast And stay there as I whisper How I loved your peaceful eyes on me Did you ever know That I had mine on you Darling, so share with me Your love if you have enough Your tears if you're holding back Or pain if that's what it is How can I let you know I'm more than the dress and the voice Just reach me out then You will know that you're not dreaming |
