I spent some time roaming the halls of Löwenbräu-Kunst. Löwenbräu-Kunst was a historic brewery in Zurich’s industrial area closed down in the mid 1980s. It has become home to art galleries.
Here’s one of the art installations, Three Brooms (Mops), which got me thinking: What’s the deep, existential meaning of it?
Is it what Keith Richards thinks, “I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere”?
Or, maybe it is the statement by Mahatma Gandhi, “Confession of errors is like a broom, which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession”?
Indisputably, the Gandhi’s thought is profound, but I am with Keith on that one – “What a drag it is getting old”.
I eat the most delicious food and mingle with the good people of Europe. What a great crowd! Yet, I miss home already... a little.
My 7 year old grandson is a stubborn bumpkin whose love for plain pasta and sweets drives everybody crazy. He refuses to eat healthy foods on principle. Nobody knows how, where, and why he picked up this uncouth taste for food. Montessori school? :-))
I know his parents have tried their best. My 4 year old granddaughter is a living testament to that. She is an omnivore with a penchant for healthy nutritious foods. She loves salmon, broccoli, whole grain bread, and she devours avocado with reckless abandon.
I intended to tweak my grandson’s food preferences. His nanny and I devised a plan to surreptitiously introduce healthy foods into his diet. We started adding avocado to his smoothies.
It has worked so far.
The little rascal drinks his smoothies not knowing that there’s something enormously healthy in the mix. The nanny and I rub our hands in glee.
But we know that we should be very cautious. The rascal has a formidable weapon – the seemingly spontaneous but, in reality, carefully planned and executed tantrums. If he finds out the truth, woe is unto us. We’ll be subjected to a shitstorm of biblical proportions.
Please wish us luck with our avocado conspiracy.
Beetroots became popular in glorious Roman times. This vegetable was used to treat fever, constipation, wounds, and skin problems. It was also used as an aphrodisiac.
Modern science has studied this vegetable thoroughly and its verdict is clear – there are much, much better ways to treat wounds, fever, skin problems, and low libido. Let’s leave that to the Voodoo Science.
But, when it comes to constipation, beetroot is the king. On top of that, it has been shown that drinking beetroot juice helps with elevated blood pressure due to the high concentration of nitrates. Since nitrates relax the arterial walls, they improve circulation and blood supply to muscles and brain. Scientists speculate that this phenomenon increases stamina and brain function.
Beets are full of phytonutrients, which have anti-oxidative and anti-inflammatory effects. However, the more we cook this veggie, the weaker the impacts become. So that you know, when the vegetable is cooked to the desired palatable softness, its antioxidative qualities equal exactly to zilch… but the stool becomes softer than baby food!
Modern quacks and voodoo doctors attribute other miraculous qualities to this super red ‘superfood’, such as detoxification…
Detoxification… what the fuck is that!? I just can’t waste my time on that shit.