A Jewish Boycott
I
never realized that the Jews have contributed so much to mankind. This
should be taught in schools. Amazing facts about the Jews! It's very
important to read down to the bottom to see
what the Jews have contributed to this world.
Iran's Supreme Leader Grand Ayatollah Ali Khomenei urged the Muslim
World to boycott anything and everything that originates with the Jewish
people.
In response, Meyer M. Treinkman, a pharmacist, out of
the kindness of his heart, offered to assist them in their boycott as
follows:
"Any Muslim who has Syphillis must not be cured by Salvarsan
discovered by a Jew, Dr. Ehrlich. He should not even try to find out
whether he has Syphilis, because the Wasserman Test is the discovery of a
Jew.
If a Muslim suspects that he has Gonorrhea, he must not
seek diagnosis, because he will be using the method of a Jew named
Neissner.
"A Muslim who has heart disease must not use Digitalis, a discovery by a Jew, Ludwig Traube.
Should he suffer with a toothache, he must not use Novocaine, a discovery of the Jews, Widal and Weil.
If a Muslim has Diabetes, he must not use Insulin, the result of research by Minkowsky, a Jew.
If one has a headache, he must shun Pyramidon and Antypyrin, due to the Jews, Spiro and Ellege.
Muslims with convulsions must put up with them because it was a Jew, Oscar Leibreich, who proposed the use of Chloral Hydrate.
Arabs must do likewise with their psychic ailments because Freud, father of psychoanalysis, was a Jew.
Should a Muslim child get Diphtheria, he must refrain from the “Schick" reaction which was invented by the Jew, Bella Schick.
"Muslims should be ready to die in great numbers and must
not permit treatment of ear and brain damage, work of Jewish Nobel Prize
winner, Robert Baram.
They should continue to die or
remain crippled by Infantile Paralysis because the discoverer of the
anti-polio vaccine is a Jew, Jonas Salk.
"Muslims must refuse to use Streptomycin and continue to
die of Tuberculosis because a Jew, Zalman Waxman, invented the wonder
drug against this killing disease.
Muslim doctors must
discard all discoveries and improvements by dermatologist Judas Sehn
Benedict, or the lung specialist, Frawnkel, and of many other world
renowned Jewish scientists and medical experts.
"In short, good and loyal Muslims properly and fittingly
should remain afflicted with Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Heart Disease,
Headaches, Typhus, Diabetes, Mental Disorders, Polio Convulsions and
Tuberculosis and be proud to obey the Islamic boycott."
Oh, and by the way, don't call for a doctor on your cell
phone because the cell phone was invented in Israel by a Jewish
engineer.
Meanwhile I ask, what medical contributions to the world have the Muslims made?"
The global Islamic population is approximately
1,200,000,000; that is ONE BILLION TWO HUNDRED MILLION or 20% of the
world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1988 - Najib Mahfooz
Peace:
1978 - Mohamed Anwar El-Sadat
1990 - Elias James Corey
1994 - Yaser Arafat:
1999 - Ahmed Zewai
Economics:
(zero)
Physics:
(zero)
Medicine:
1960 - Peter Brian Medawar
1998 - Ferid Mourad
TOTAL: 7 SEVEN
The global Jewish population is approximately 14,000,000; that is FOURTEEN MILLION or about 0.02% of the world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1910 - Paul Heyse
1927 - Henri Bergson
1958 - Boris Pasternak
1966 - Shmuel Yosef Agnon
1966 - Nelly Sachs
1976 - Saul Bellow
1978 - Isaac Bashevis Singer
1981 - Elias Canetti
1987 - Joseph Brodsky
1991 - Nadine Gordimer World
Peace:
1911 - Alfred Fried
1911 - Tobias Michael Carel Asser
1968 - Rene Cassin
1973 - Henry Kissinger
1978 - Menachem Begin
1986 - Elie Wiesel
1994 - Shimon Peres
1994 - Yitzhak Rabin
Physics:
1905 - Adolph Von Baeyer
1906 - Henri Moissan
1907 - Albert Abraham Michelson
1908 - Gabriel Lippmann
1910 - Otto Wallach
1915 - Richard Willstaetter
1918 - Fritz Haber
1921 - Albert Einstein
1922 - Niels Bohr
1925 - James Franck
1925 - Gustav Hertz
1943 - Gustav Stern
1943 - George Charles de Hevesy
1944 - Isidor Issac Rabi
1952 - Felix Bloch
1954 - Max Born
1958 - Igor Tamm
1959 - Emilio Segre
1960 - Donald A. Glaser
1961 - Robert Hofstadter
1961 - Melvin Calvin
1962 - Lev Davidovich Landau
1962 - Max Ferdinand Perutz
1965 - Richard Phillips Feynman
1965 - Julian Schwinger
1969 - Murray Gell-Mann
1971 - Dennis Gabor
1972 - William Howard Stein
1973 - Brian David Josephson
1975 - Benjamin Mottleson
1976 - Burton Richter
1977 - Ilya Prigogine
1978 - Arno Allan Penzias
1978 - Peter L Kapitza
1979 - Stephen Weinberg
1979 - Sheldon Glashow
1979 - Herbert Charles Brown
1980 - Paul Berg
1980 - Walter Gilbert
1981 - Roald Hoffmann
1982 - Aaron Klug
1985 - Albert A. Hauptman
1985 - Jerome Karle
1986 - Dudley R. Herschbach
1988 - Robert Huber
1988 - Leon Lederman
1988 - Melvin Schwartz
1988 - Jack Steinberger
1989 - Sidney Altman
1990 - Jerome Friedman
1992 - Rudolph Marcus
1995 - Martin Perl
2000 - Alan J. Heeger
Economics:
1970 - Paul Anthony Samuelson
1971 - Simon Kuznets
1972 - Kenneth Joseph Arrow
1975 - Leonid Kantorovich
1976 - Milton Friedman
1978 - Herbert A. Simon
1980 - Lawrence Robert Klein
1985 - Franco Modigliani
1987 - Robert M. Solow
1990 - Harry Markowitz
1990 - Merton Miller
1992 - Gary Becker
1993 - Robert Fogel
Medicine:
1908 - Elie Metchnikoff
1908 - Paul Erlich
1914 - Robert Barany
1922 - Otto Meyerhof
1930 - Karl Landsteiner
1931 - Otto Warburg
1936 - Otto Loewi
1944 - Joseph Erlanger
1944 - Herbert Spencer Gasser
1945 - Ernst Boris Chain
1946 - Hermann Joseph Muller
1950 - Tadeus Reichstein
1952 - Selman Abraham Waksman
1953 - Hans Krebs
1953 - Fritz Albert Lipmann
1958 - Joshua Lederberg
1959 - Arthur Kornberg
1964 - Konrad Bloch
1965 - Francois Jacob
1965 - Andre Lwoff
1967 - George Wald
1968 - Marshall W. Nirenberg
1969 - Salvador Luria
1970 - Julius Axelrod
1970 - Sir Bernard Katz
1972 - Gerald Maurice Edelman
1975 - Howard Martin Temin
1976 - Baruch S. Blumberg
1977 - Roselyn Sussman Yalow
1978 - Daniel Nathans
1980 - Baruj Benacerraf
1984 - Cesar Milstein
1985 - Michael Stuart Brown
1985 - Joseph L. Goldstein
1986 - Stanley Cohen [& Rita Levi-Montalcini]
1988 - Gertrude Elion
1989 - Harold Varmus
1991 - Erwin Neher
1991 - Bert Sakmann
1993 - Richard J. Roberts
1993 - Phillip Sharp
1994 - Alfred Gilman
1995 - Edward B. Lewis
1996- Lu RoseIacovino
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Shocking Rides
I joined the Green Party of Sacramento last April on Earth Day. Main reason is because I was disappointed with Obama not being outspoken enough about climate change. I have always wanted to make a difference somehow. Yes, I go to the GP meetings and yes, I have already made a prototype site for the group but that was not enough. I really wanted to make a tangible difference. I remember a while back passing by a store that sold electric bikes on Blue Ravine near Folsom Blvd. But the store vanished and a massage parlor opened up in its place. The store was called Shocking Rides. I was curious to know what happened to it and looked it up on the internet. I found the site and it looked like it could really use some tlc. The address of the store had changed to some place in El Dorado Hills which was a few miles up the road.
Right around the same time, I was in the middle of learning ModX Revolution 2.0, yet another CMS that was radically different than the other flavors I was used to using such as Drupal and Wordpress. The main feature of this system was its flexibility which attracted me. So I thought to myself, "why not redo this site in ModX?" The thought intrigued me. I could learn a new CMS and help revive a company that sold a product line that meshed with my values. I could then show the site to the owner and if he liked it, he could pay me or if not, I could just add it to my portfolio.
I was surprised at how easy it was to create a site using ModX. In fact, the template I used was the one in the beginners tutorial. I had the site up with just a few tweaks in less than 3 days. The next step was to meet the owner, Jon Jacobson. My plan was to visit him at his store and surprise him with the new site. I looked up the El Dorado Hills address. This was no short bike ride. It was 12 miles all uphill from Gold River up through Folsom to Blue Ravine and then all the way up Blue Ravine until it turns into Green Valley Road. This was an area that I had only traveled to maybe twice in my life so I was not too familiar with the location or the terrain. I headed out the door at 9 AM since his site said that the store hours was from 10-2 Monday through Thursday. I knew based on the hours that this was probably a business in contraction.
I made it as far as the light rail station on Folsom and Iron Point. As soon as I crossed the street, however, bad luck struck as the front tire suddenly went flat. Not a good place for this to happen since there are no bike stores around and a walk back to Gold River would take over an hour. I just stood there on the corner contemplating my predicament. I didn't want to give up because I had already ridden a decent distance. I thought and thought and suddenly remembered that there is a bike store in Folsom. I had stopped there a while back and now that store was going to be my savior. Fortunately the light rail stopped just a few feet away from the store and I was right in front of a light rail station. I quickly purchased a ticket and a train picked me up and whisked me to downtown Folsom in less than 5 minutes. I arrived just as the store, Bicycles Plus was opening for the day. The clock had just struck 10 and I knew that my adventure had just begun.
After getting the tire fixed, I headed up Riley Street and back over to Blue Ravine. I had a near collision with more than one huge SUV driven by a soccer mom who was yacking on the phone and not paying attention. I used to get pissed off by these encounters but they happen so frequently, that I have resigned myself to expecting it to happen. My goal was to hurry up and get the hell off of the street and onto a bike trail. There is a nice bike trail that runs along Blue Ravine and I picked it up at East Bidwell. Suddenly, the scenery became pleasant and quiet. I was enjoying myself until the trail came to an abrupt end. An old man was there preparing to start a ride and mentioned that it was dirt from that point on. Oh well. I got off and walked the bike back to Blue Ravine. Being the chicken that I am when it comes to cars, I simply rode on the sidewalk and that was nice too until that ended as well. Now I had to get on Blue Ravine and the cars were doing at least 50 MPH. The hill became steeper and I had to pump harder. I made it over a hump and looked down on a valley of houses and strip malls. My destination was way on the other side of the valley. I pedaled through the valley and then had to huff and puff going up another set of hills. Finally, I saw a sign that pointed to a street called Hidden Acres which was the street name of the address I was looking for. I was expecting a unit in an industrial park but the only commercial building was a self-storage company. I wheeled myself over to the front office and walked inside. It was nice and cool and there was a a drinking fountain. I slurped down 4-5 cold cups of water and immediately felt much better. "Can I help you?", the attendant had just put down the phone after complaining with someone about not having a credit card machine. I glanced over at the front door and saw a sign that read, "Locks changed in accordance with court order." I asked the guy if he knew the tenant in C40 and he said he wasn't allowed to reveal any information. I then told him that it was supposed to be a store selling electric bikes. He looked up on his computer and found out that the tenant had vacated a few months ago.
Son of a bitch. All this riding 12 miles and one flat tire just to find out that he was out of business? And not to mention all the time spent creating a site? Was I being foolish? Yes, yes and yes. I gulped down some more water and headed out the door to start my journey back. The ride back was much easier - all downhill so travel time was cut in almost half.
I arrived home around 12:30 - a 3 1/2 hour ride. Determined to pursue this to the end, I called the number and left a message. About 30 minutes later, the phone rang and it was Jon. I introduced myself and explained that I wanted to help him and he could pay what he wanted. There was a lot of silence on the other end, probably due to his surprise at something like this coming out of the blue. I gave him the site address and invited him to call me back with his feedback. He admitted that the site needed a lot of work and agreed to take a look at it. So we will see if he is interested.
Right around the same time, I was in the middle of learning ModX Revolution 2.0, yet another CMS that was radically different than the other flavors I was used to using such as Drupal and Wordpress. The main feature of this system was its flexibility which attracted me. So I thought to myself, "why not redo this site in ModX?" The thought intrigued me. I could learn a new CMS and help revive a company that sold a product line that meshed with my values. I could then show the site to the owner and if he liked it, he could pay me or if not, I could just add it to my portfolio.
I was surprised at how easy it was to create a site using ModX. In fact, the template I used was the one in the beginners tutorial. I had the site up with just a few tweaks in less than 3 days. The next step was to meet the owner, Jon Jacobson. My plan was to visit him at his store and surprise him with the new site. I looked up the El Dorado Hills address. This was no short bike ride. It was 12 miles all uphill from Gold River up through Folsom to Blue Ravine and then all the way up Blue Ravine until it turns into Green Valley Road. This was an area that I had only traveled to maybe twice in my life so I was not too familiar with the location or the terrain. I headed out the door at 9 AM since his site said that the store hours was from 10-2 Monday through Thursday. I knew based on the hours that this was probably a business in contraction.
I made it as far as the light rail station on Folsom and Iron Point. As soon as I crossed the street, however, bad luck struck as the front tire suddenly went flat. Not a good place for this to happen since there are no bike stores around and a walk back to Gold River would take over an hour. I just stood there on the corner contemplating my predicament. I didn't want to give up because I had already ridden a decent distance. I thought and thought and suddenly remembered that there is a bike store in Folsom. I had stopped there a while back and now that store was going to be my savior. Fortunately the light rail stopped just a few feet away from the store and I was right in front of a light rail station. I quickly purchased a ticket and a train picked me up and whisked me to downtown Folsom in less than 5 minutes. I arrived just as the store, Bicycles Plus was opening for the day. The clock had just struck 10 and I knew that my adventure had just begun.
After getting the tire fixed, I headed up Riley Street and back over to Blue Ravine. I had a near collision with more than one huge SUV driven by a soccer mom who was yacking on the phone and not paying attention. I used to get pissed off by these encounters but they happen so frequently, that I have resigned myself to expecting it to happen. My goal was to hurry up and get the hell off of the street and onto a bike trail. There is a nice bike trail that runs along Blue Ravine and I picked it up at East Bidwell. Suddenly, the scenery became pleasant and quiet. I was enjoying myself until the trail came to an abrupt end. An old man was there preparing to start a ride and mentioned that it was dirt from that point on. Oh well. I got off and walked the bike back to Blue Ravine. Being the chicken that I am when it comes to cars, I simply rode on the sidewalk and that was nice too until that ended as well. Now I had to get on Blue Ravine and the cars were doing at least 50 MPH. The hill became steeper and I had to pump harder. I made it over a hump and looked down on a valley of houses and strip malls. My destination was way on the other side of the valley. I pedaled through the valley and then had to huff and puff going up another set of hills. Finally, I saw a sign that pointed to a street called Hidden Acres which was the street name of the address I was looking for. I was expecting a unit in an industrial park but the only commercial building was a self-storage company. I wheeled myself over to the front office and walked inside. It was nice and cool and there was a a drinking fountain. I slurped down 4-5 cold cups of water and immediately felt much better. "Can I help you?", the attendant had just put down the phone after complaining with someone about not having a credit card machine. I glanced over at the front door and saw a sign that read, "Locks changed in accordance with court order." I asked the guy if he knew the tenant in C40 and he said he wasn't allowed to reveal any information. I then told him that it was supposed to be a store selling electric bikes. He looked up on his computer and found out that the tenant had vacated a few months ago.
Son of a bitch. All this riding 12 miles and one flat tire just to find out that he was out of business? And not to mention all the time spent creating a site? Was I being foolish? Yes, yes and yes. I gulped down some more water and headed out the door to start my journey back. The ride back was much easier - all downhill so travel time was cut in almost half.
I arrived home around 12:30 - a 3 1/2 hour ride. Determined to pursue this to the end, I called the number and left a message. About 30 minutes later, the phone rang and it was Jon. I introduced myself and explained that I wanted to help him and he could pay what he wanted. There was a lot of silence on the other end, probably due to his surprise at something like this coming out of the blue. I gave him the site address and invited him to call me back with his feedback. He admitted that the site needed a lot of work and agreed to take a look at it. So we will see if he is interested.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Why hemp should be made legal
What is hemp? Hemp is a low THC (tetrahydrocannabinol) strain of Cannabis sativa, or marijuana. THC is the chemical in marijuana that creates the euphoria that users experience . The amount of THC in hemp is is so low, it provides no euphoric experience and hence is useless as a recreational drug. Despite the difference between the two strains, the U.S. government considers both hemp and marijuana as controlled substances under the Controlled Substance Act (CSA) as Title II of the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act of 1970.
Hemp is legally grown in other countries such as Spain, China, Japan, Korea, France, North Africa and Ireland and evidence of its use dates back to ancient civilization. Researchers have found traces of hemp composites in ancient Roman architecture. The Chinese emperor and herbalist, Chen-Nung wrote about hemp's medicinal properties over 5000 years ago. Hemp was legally grown in the United States from the founding of our Republic all the way through the early part of the twentieth century.
What is hemp good for? Hemp, unlike marijuana has many industrial and agricultural uses. According to Wikipedia, hemp is a fast growing biomass that requires few pesticides and no herbicides. Hemp can be used to make fabric, paints, bio-fuel and plastics. It is also a highly nutritious food source. It can be ground up into a meal or made into other products such as cereals, flour and protein powder. "Approximately 44% of the weight of hempseed is edible oils, containing about 80% essential fatty acids (EFAs); e.g., linoleic acid, omega-6 (LA, 55%), alpha-linolenic acid, omega-3 (ALA, 22%), in addition to gamma-linolenic acid, omega-6 (GLA, 1–4%) and stearidonic acid, omega-3 (SDA, 0–2%). Proteins (including edestin) are the other major component (33%), second only to soy (35%)."[1]
Hemp could become a valuable food source and help us wean ourselves off of our dependence on fossil fuel. The California Green Party supports the legalization of hemp and we urge our constituents to contact their representatives in congress to support H.R. 1831, the "Industrial Hemp Farming Act of 2011."
[1]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemp
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Meeting a Female Bodybuilder
Yesterday, pumpkin and I stopped off at Absolute Auto Care on Sunrise Blvd next to Brake Masters to get an oil change. I usually go to Brake Masters but they pissed me off because they lost one of the hubcaps on the car and denied that they had anything to do with it. Absolute Auto Care opened up a few months ago and now was a good time to try them out. They looked pretty empty for a Saturday afternoon. Since there was no one ahead of us, I decided to just sit in the waiting room and wait for him to be finished. A few people came and went while I watched TV and pumpkin played on my phone.
Leticia Jackson |
After a while a black woman came in to pick up her car. Her car wasn't quite ready so she sat down across from me. CNN was on with a large map of the U.S. displaying all the rising gas prices across the country. The woman looked up and exclaimed, "Oh, my God." That got my attention and I looked up at the map again. Oil and gas are usually pretty close to being one of my favorite topics so we started talking about how well the oil companies are profiting at our expense and how it is that oil prices are rising when demand is down. She seemed to relate to what I was saying about climate change and the need for alternatives to oil. The conversation drifted over to how time flies and how quickly kids like pumpkin learn the computer. I told her I worked out of my home and designed websites. She introduced herself as Leticia Jackson and said that she was a personal trainer. I told her about my other business and how MA might benefit her business. She seemed a little hesitant because of her prior network marketing experience. In any case, I suggested that at least she check out www.tlsslim.com. She told me about her website which she said needed some TLC. I gave her my card and she tore off a piece of paper and gave me her phone number and website address.
We said good-bye when she left and as soon as pumpkin and I got home, I went to check out her website, www.luvyourselffit.com. It definitely was an amateur job, hastily put together. I looked at some of the pictures and saw what looked like a female body builder doing incredible things with her body. No, that couldn't be her. I tried to think back to the woman I met at the auto repair place. There was nothing about her that suggested that she was muscular. Now that I think about it, she was covered from head to toe with clothing which was not out of the ordinary because the weather was kind of cool yesterday. Now I was staring at a body builder and olympic fitness expert. This woman is pure muscle. I have seen pictures of muscular women before but nothing like the definition on this woman.
I am completely in awe of what Leticia has accomplished. This woman is amazing. She can do things that few people can do, men or women. That takes a tremendous amount of dedication. I hope we can stay in contact because I do want to help her in any way I can.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Collecting Signatures for Ami Bera
I left the house at around 8:45 AM. The meeting time was 10 AM at 5750 Grant Ave, Carmichael, CA. In other words, Carmichael Park. I really had 2 routes to choose from. Either go up Banister and then east on the north side of the river or follow the bike trail and cross over at William Pond Recreation area. I really didn't want to deal with exhaust pipes so I decided on the southern route. Actually, that route, although more scenic, is longer. And yes, I did have to put up with a few "on your left" call outs from the pro riders but it wasn't altogether that bad. The really unpleasant leg of the trip was having to ride up Fair Oaks Blvd heading east and north to Manzanita. There is practically no room for bicycles and cars zoom by at close to 50 mph.
After huffing and puffing for about an hour, I arrived at the park. A table was setup in the middle of the park behind the library with Ami Bera's name prominently displayed. I was apparently the second to arrive. The first was an older man who probably had Parkinsons because his whole body trembled as he spoke. About 6 others arrived after me and then the orientation started.
Zach was the representative from the campaign headquarters and he was in charge of giving us the orientation and handing out the clipboards with all the signature sheets, list of names and addresses and a couple of google maps. The task was pretty simple. Knock on doors and ask if they would sign a petition to get Ami Bera's name on the June 5th primary ballot. There was also a list of codes to check off depending on the outcome, i.e. not home, refused, deceased, etc.
Zach handed me a clipboard with about 80 names and addresses clustered in a neighborhood about 5 minutes away. I thanked him, shoved the clipboard into my backpack and hopped on my bike for the quick ride over. I have to admit, this project was well thought out. Two google maps with all the addresses listed in numerical ascending order, a sample script and the petitions themselves.
I have never done this kind of work before so I wasn't sure what to expect. Looking at the names, I could see a definite pattern. This was an older crowd. Average age was probably around 55. Most weren't home or were home but decided to hide from the stranger knocking on their door. No way to know for sure. This was an older, established neighborhood. Many of the houses were at least 40 years old and looked worn out, as did quite a few of the people I met as well. For the most part they were friendly. A few seemed suspicious when I called out their name. Most of those that agreed to sign were more than happy to see Dan Lungren retired. The common refrain I heard was that he has been in there too long and it is time for him to go.
It took me almost 4 hours to go through all the names and when I was done, I was ready to eat a horse. Okay, not quite a horse but my stomach was growling loudly. There are some restaurants on Fair Oaks Blvd but nothing that really caught my eye and I could feel a Mexican urge coming on strong.
I decided to hold on a bit longer and try out Gina's Taqueria on Folsom Blvd in Rancho Cordova. That was at least a 1/2 hour ride but I was determined to eat there since I had passed by there a few times over the past couple of years.
From what I have read about this place, it is a little unique since one of the owners is from Mexico and the other is from El Salvador. The place was pretty empty but I expected that to be the case since I arrived there at around 2:30 PM. A young man about 18 or 19 took my order from the counter. I wanted to order a pupusa because a few Yelpers had given it high recommendations. Unfortunately, they were out. Crap. I looked at the menu again and decided for the next exotic sounding item which was a Salvadorenean Tamal. I had no idea what that was but the description seemed tasty. I added a chicken torta and a jamaica to the order and figured that should fill me up for at least the next 6 hours, if not more. Total cost was around $11.00 for the whole meal.
I sat down with a Spanish newspaper and waited. The wait was a little long considering I was the only one ordering but I am not one to complain. As my eyes wandered around the room, I saw the friendly waitress I had met earlier carrying a large tub of fresh tortillas to the salsa bar. Oh yes, fresh tortilla chips.
I loaded up a basket with a pile of tortilla chips and scooped out some salsa into a plastic cup. By the time I arrived back at my table, I had completely forgotten about the long wait and was focused on fresh tortillas dipped in salsa.
Finally the waitress brought out the torta followed by the tamal. The torta was humongous. It was stuffed at least 2 inches high with a thick layer of chicken, lettuce, tomato and perhaps a dollop of bean paste somewhere hidden inside. The waitress also left a bowl of what looked like apple sauce but a little darker and a bowl of sliced cabbage. "Was that for the tamal or the torta?", I thought to myself. I looked at the torta. It looked pretty complete the way it was. The tamal, however was a round saucer shaped fried 3d tortilla that looked like it could use something on top. I tested some of the apple sauce. Hmm, this was interesting. It was definitely apple sauce but with a tinge of chili. The cabbage was really sour. It was drenched in vinegar. I spread some of the apple paste on the tamal and dug in. I could see and taste how well the two complemented each other. The cabbage, however, was just too sour to complement anything. A few bites later and the tamal was gone.
The torta and I looked at each other. Could I finish this monster? It was worth a try. I peeled back some foil and opened my mouth as wide as it could go without unhinging my jaw and took a bite. The chicken was grilled well, no fat or grease that I could detect and the lettuce and tomato happily joined in the celebration. Just for kicks I spread a little of the apple sauce on. Not too bad but still not as good as spoonful of salsa before each bite.
I gorged and gorged some more while listening to some banda musica on the tv overhead. When I finished, I could swear I felt at least a few pounds heavier. So all in all, this was a good choice.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Swimming
One time I got to go swimming with my brother. First we went into the big pool. It was really cold. Then we got used to it. My brother said wrestle me. I said ok.
So I went under the water to get his feet. But he got me. He put me on his shoulders and spun me around. Then he threw me. Then he dove under the water to grab me but when he was almost touching the ground I juped and ran on his back. Then I jumped. He jumped out of there and got me in midair and threw me down.
So we were getting cold. Then we went in the hot tub. Then my brother almost slept. So then I went out of the hot tub and turn on the bubbles. After that we went to the sauna. then we went inside it.
Now this time my brother slept and we stayed there about 20 minutes. A Gold River exticer came inside and woke us up so we got our towels and we went back home.
All in all those days were really great. I hope we get to go to my pool again. I love my brother.
So I went under the water to get his feet. But he got me. He put me on his shoulders and spun me around. Then he threw me. Then he dove under the water to grab me but when he was almost touching the ground I juped and ran on his back. Then I jumped. He jumped out of there and got me in midair and threw me down.
So we were getting cold. Then we went in the hot tub. Then my brother almost slept. So then I went out of the hot tub and turn on the bubbles. After that we went to the sauna. then we went inside it.
Now this time my brother slept and we stayed there about 20 minutes. A Gold River exticer came inside and woke us up so we got our towels and we went back home.
All in all those days were really great. I hope we get to go to my pool again. I love my brother.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Beavers
Beavers are amazing animals and really fun to learn about. Beavers are usually in U.S.A. and Canada.
Beavers are one of the best animals who make their homes. They build it with sticks and mud and it also has to have water like is a stream. When the home is finished the home is for protection.
Beavers have strong teeth to gather food and cut wood. Also they have strong teeth to get to places faster.
Beavers have strong bodies and fur is really beautiful and soft. The fur is waterproof and it weighs 55 to 60 pounds. That's really skinny for an animal. The fur is brown.
Beavers small paws and hands so it can stretchy out to get its food.
Beavers sniff the air to see if danger is coming when they are on land.
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I joined the Green Party of Sacramento last April on Earth Day. Main reason is because I was disappointed with Obama not being outspoken eno...
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It was a cold, wintry morning in December, the day I would depart for Colorado to visit my relatives. We drove out to the airport and as I b...
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