terça-feira, 20 de maio de 2014

POR ATALHOS

 Numa das das minhas caminhadas dominicais pelas montanhas adjacentes à minha zona de residência, encontrei umas estruturas de estufas que me deixaram pasmado, e a tentar encontrar respostas para um porquê, que me deixou a imaginação perplexa.
Se é verdade que fiquei surpreendido pela magnitude das estufas, também é verdade que não consegui compreender o porquê do design do sistema de  irrigação das mesmas.
As estufas foram construídas num local em que são abastecidas pela luz do sol a maior parte do dia e com boa inclinação para escoamento de águas, em caso de chuvas torrenciais, como no local não existe qualquer tipo de nascente de água, foi construído no local, um lago artificial. 
Achei a ideia muito inovadora, tanto nesta localidade, como em muitas outras espalhadas por todo o país, que ajudam os agricultores a poderem cultivar hortaliças e vegetais durante os meses mais frios, em torno não ficando Portugal tão dependente dos importações vindas da vizinha Espanha. 
O que me deixou um pouco confuso, foi de o lago artificial construído para receber e reservar as águas da chuva, ter sido construído na parte mais baixa das estufas! 
Nas horas do regadio, como não há electricidade no local, um potente gerador a diesel bombeia a água montanha acima, água que é depois descarregada para os canos do sistema de rega instalados dentro das estufas.
A minha pergunta é simples; não seria mais fácil construir o lago na parte superior das estufas, e usar a gravidade para levar a água ao seu destino final, a custo zero?
A minha intenção não é criticar a ideia inovadora das estufas, estou apenas a colocar a questão, para ver se existe alguma lógica para este conceito por mim desconhecido.

quinta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2014

ARCHEOLOGY CURIOSITY

This morning I decided to go for a walk alongside the coast, to enjoy the warmer temperatures and take a few pictures. As I descended upon a cliff near the water, on a secluded, yet beautiful part of coast, I noticed what appeared to be an old wall/ruin, protruding through the sand and vegetation.
At first I didn’t think much of it, as I got closer to it however; I realized this wall was manmade; apparently it had been buried under the sand for some time and got exposed by the excessive amounts of rain we’ve had in Portugal the last few weeks, which have caused some eroding to the dunes on our coastline.
It seems rather unusual for someone to have built a home this close to the ocean, there is also the possibility the ocean wasn’t   this close to the shoreline centuries ago though.
I am curious about archeology, but the extent of my qualifications as an archeologist does not go much past curiosity, today though, for a few minutes, I suddenly became Albert Tobias Clay.
Everywhere I looked there was an artifact and I didn’t even have to do any digging. I gathered a couple of hands full of items and headed home to take these pictures and catalogue the items as best as I know how.
My plan is to return to the site armed with some homemade tools, to see what else I might be able to unearth on this site, but the truth be said, I’m not even sure  there’s any historical value to these items.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and my story and please stay tuned for a follow-up, after my next archeology curiosity expedition.


segunda-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2014

PEDAÇOS DE MIM

Eu sou feito de
Sonhos interrompidos
detalhes despercebidos
amores mal resolvidos

Sou feito de
Choros sem ter razão
pessoas no coração
atos por impulsão

Sinto falta de
Lugares que não conheci
experiências que não vivi
momentos que já esqueci

Eu sou
Amor e carinho constante
distraído até o bastante
não paro por um instante


Tive noites mal dormidas
perdi pessoas muito queridas
cumpri coisas não-prometidas

Muitas vezes eu
Desisti sem mesmo tentar
pensei em fugir,para não enfrentar
sorri para não chorar

Eu sinto pelas
Coisas que não mudei
amizades que não cultivei
aqueles que eu julguei
coisas que eu não dei 

Tenho saudades
De pessoas que fui conhecendo
lembranças que fui esquecendo
amigos que acabei perdendo
Mas continuo a viver e aprendendo.

quarta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2014

SE AS PAREDES TIVESSEM OUVIDOS


À mais de cinco mil anos que várias civilizações começaram a deixar gravados os maiores eventos e acontecimentos, geração após geração, uns através de pinturas em cavernas, outros esculpidos em lápides de pedra ou até mesmo em pele de animais.
Mas toda essa história podia ter sido multiplicada milhares  de vezes através das civilizações mais recentes e baseada , não só nas pessoas consideradas mais importantes nas sociedades, como reis, ditadores, ministros ou algum doido varrido que tenha causado alguma atrocidade contra a sociedade ou ambiente, mas baseada também nos cidadãos comuns.
Ora se por exemplo, nesta casa,  retratada para a história que aqui partilho com os meus leitores, parte da cultura dos seus abitantes fosse manter um diário comum, para que todos, todos os dias, escrevessem os acontecimentos das suas vidas, casas como esta teriam imensas histórias para nos contar.
Imaginemos só uma casa com duzentos anos de história, começando pela família que a construiu, a documentarem todos os acontecimentos do seu dia a dia durante duzentos anos, quem ali nasceu e morreu, os momentos de tristeza e os de alegria, informação sobre os que partiram em busca de uma vida melhor, o seu regresso e os que nunca regressaram.
Cada casa seria sem dúvida, um livro de histórias, histórias sobre pessoas e acontecimentos diferentes. 
Quem não gostaria de poder ir à casa onde os seus antepassados viveram e poder ler tudo sobre as suas vidas, as suas histórias, e porque não ler as histórias de outras famílias, noutras casas!
Na minha opinião, é bem melhor ler uma história baseada na realidade, que ler um livro de ficção, com uma história inventada. 
Mas até que isso aconteça, limito-me apenas a parar em frente a casas como esta e tentar imaginar, quem ali nasceu, quem ali viveu, quem ali morreu, como seriam passados os seus melhores e piores dias, enfim, tento imaginar nuns escassos momentos, o que nessa casa fez história durante duzentos anos, e tento de alguma forma, inserir alguma realidade numa história que sem factos documentados, passa esta também a ser ficção, por ser por mim transcrita através da minha imaginação. 

sexta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2014

ALTERAÇÕES NO CANAL

Será que Correia de Jesus ainda se lembra dum tal jovem presidente do YPACC, (José Carvalho) que o convidou a visitar o Portuguese American Community Center de Yonkers (NY) em 1992, para uma reunião, e na mesma perguntou, ao então Secretário do Estado para as comunidades, se os Portugueses dos EUA eram cidadãos de segunda? É que no início dos anos 90, os jogos de futebol de Portugal, eram transmitidos de borla para todo o mundo através da RTPi, menos para a América do Norte. Nós, emigrantes nos EUA, pagava-mos cerca de $350.00 por cada transmissão ao vivo através da Seabra TV. Não sei se foi mera casualidade, mas após o regresso do Sr. Ministro a Portugal, os jogos começaram a ser emitidos para os EUA através da RTPi, sem custos. Apenas me resta pedir desculpa ao Sr. Ministro pela minha frontalidade e também agradecer o lindo estojo com as medalhas dos descobrimentos que me ofereceu. Hoje em dia, existem várias opções para aderir a canais televisivos de Portugal, nomeadamente a Dish Network e Cablevision, a preços acessíveis. Graças ao avançamento tecnológico no mundo, a maioria dos emigrantes Portugueses, guardam hoje os seus rádios de onda curta, apenas como relíquias. 

quarta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2014

LIMPEZA ORAL



Era ainda madrugada

Barbeado e cara lavada

Saí pra ir ao Dentista

Sentei me no cadeirão 

Ela assume a posição

E eu perdi-a de vista.


Foi um eclipse total

Comecei-me a sentir mal

Não podia respirar

A Doutora nem repara

Que me tinha tapado a cara

E que eu estava quase a abafar.


Dei-lhe um pequeno empurrão

Mexeu-se um pouco, e então

Eu consegui respirar

Pensei; mas isto será normal?

Isto è limpeza dental!

Ou vim aqui pra mamar?


Retira da sua mesa

O aparelho de limpeza

E eu a perder o juízo!

Achei a posição rara,

Ter duas mamas na cara

Perto do dente do siso.


Mas no meu ponto de vista

Se houvesse assim mais dentistas

Como esta profissional,

 Não lhes faltavam fregueses

E havia mais portugueses

A cuidar a saúde oral.




sexta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2014

CICO, THE STRAY

I purchased a compost box, to make use of my food scraps and yard waste, thus using the compost to organically grow my own vegetables. A few nights after putting the box together, I found the compost box door ajar and thought the wind had blown it open. I put the cover back on, only to find it open yet again the following morning.
I started thinking; it must be Luisa, my neighbor’s cat! I found that to be rather unusual though, since Luisa gets plenty of food at home and is well cared for by her owners. The only crime I can accuse Luisa of, is using my freshly laid turf soil as a litter box. But hey, that’s part of the food cycle, besides; she doesn’t cause as much damage as any other cat would, since she only has three legs. You see; Luisa got one of her front paws caught in a trap and her owners had to have it amputated.
I was touched when I heard the story, since I didn’t think people in Portugal cared this much for their pets.
Getting back to my compost box though, I had to exclude Luisa as the culprit, since I placed a large brick in front of the door, which ended up opened again the following morning. Luisa is very smart and agile, but couldn’t possibly have enough strength on one paw, to remove the 15lb brick I had placed in front of the compost box door. But if not Luisa, who was getting into my compost box?
While having lunch at my other neighbor’s house on New Year’s day, I noticed a large dog eating scraps in their back yard, when I pointed it out to my neighbor, he told me he’s been throwing scraps out in his back yard to feed this poor dog, which was apparently abandoned in our neighborhood, by some heartless person.  
It really touched my heart when I saw the poor animal, tail between his legs, eating a few bones my neighbor was kind enough to have given him.
As I was watching him eat, I figured I had found who was getting into my compost box; I also asked myself a question, where is this poor dog getting his next meal from?
After getting home that evening, I cut up a piece of beef, added a bone I had used to make soup and placed both on a plate underneath my BBQ canopy, since it was raining, I didn’t want the meat to get wet.
Early the next morning, I came downstairs to my office, looked out the window and notice the compost box door was still closed, as I had left it the night before. I decide to get my camera and set it up on the tripod, hoping perhaps, I catch a bird bathing in my bird bath, it would be a perfect opportunity for me to take some picture of nature, since it is one of my favorite hobbies.
 As I return to the window to finish setting up the camera, I noticed the compost box door was now open. How could this be? I had just looked at it, less than ten minutes ago and it was closed! I thought whoever opened the door was probably still around and decided to stay by the window for a few more minutes. It didn’t take long, as I turned the camera on, the same dog I observed in my neighbors yard New Year’s Day, showed up by my patio. At first, he didn’t find the food I had set out for him; it looked as if he was about to leave, but men’s best friend has something going for him, their acute since of smell.
Without warning, he lifted up his head, has if someone was calling him, turned around and headed straight for the food plate I had left for him. He ate the beef on the spot, then took the bone out to the yard and chewed on it for a few minutes, until it was all gone.
 From this day forward, I will continue to set out food for Cico, (yes Cico, that’s what I decided to name him) If all goes according to plan, Cico won’t be tearing down my compost box door again and as he gains confidence around my place, I will try to approach and pet him.
I just think, heartless people  such as his previous owners, shouldn’t be able to own a pet, if they just plan on abandoning it, when it’s no longer convenient for them to have one. In reality though, I don’t know who abandoned this dog, nor do I know their situation and struggles in life! Lacking that information, I just have to give them the benefit of the doubt.

After all, their loss can end up being my gain and there is a good chance, Cico and I can end up spending many happy years together.

quinta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2013

(SAÚDE) VALE A PENA LER

A Lifelong Fight Against Trans Fats

In 1957, a fledgling nutrition scientist at the University of Illinois persuaded a hospital to give him samples of arteries from patients who had died of heart attacks.

When he analyzed them, he made a startling discovery. Not surprisingly, the diseased arteries were filled with fat — but it was a specific kind of fat. The artificial fatty acids called trans fats, which come from the hydrogen-treated oils used in processed foods like margarine, had crowded out other types of fatty acids.

The scientist, Fred Kummerow, followed up with a study that found troubling amounts of artery-clogging plaque in pigs given a diet heavy in artificial fats. He became a pioneer of trans-fat research, one of the first scientists to assert a link between heart disease and processed foods.

It would be more than three decades before those findings were widely accepted — and five decades before the Food and Drug Administration decided that trans fats should be eliminated from the food supply, as it proposed in a rule issued last month.

Now, Dr. Kummerow (KOO-mer-ow) is still active at age 99, living a few blocks from the university, where he runs a small laboratory. And he continues to come to contrarian conclusions about fat and heart disease.

In the past two years, he has published four papers in peer-reviewed scientific journals, two of them devoted to another major culprit he has singled out as responsible for atherosclerosis, or the hardening of the arteries: an excess of polyunsaturated vegetable oils like soybean, corn and sunflower — exactly the types of fats Americans have been urged to consume for the past several decades.

The problem, he says, is not LDL, the “bad cholesterol” widely considered to be the major cause of heart disease. What matters is whether the cholesterol and fat residing in those LDL particles have been oxidized. (Technically, LDL is not cholesterol, but particles containing cholesterol, along with fatty acids and protein.)

“Cholesterol has nothing to do with heart disease, except if it’s oxidized,” Dr. Kummerow said. Oxidation is a chemical process that happens widely in the body, contributing to aging and the development of degenerative and chronic diseases. Dr. Kummerow contends that the high temperatures used in commercial frying cause inherently unstable polyunsaturated oils to oxidize, and that these oxidized fatty acids become a destructive part of LDL particles. Even when not oxidized by frying, soybean and corn oils can oxidize inside the body.

If true, the hypothesis might explain why studies have found that half of all heart disease patients have normal or low levels of LDL.

“You can have fine levels of LDL and still be in trouble if a lot of that LDL is oxidized,” Dr. Kummerow said.

This leads him to a controversial conclusion: that the saturated fat in butter, cheese and meats does not contribute to the clogging of arteries — and in fact is beneficial in moderate amounts in the context of a healthy diet (lots of fruits, vegetables, whole grains and other fresh, unprocessed foods).

His own diet attests to that. Along with fruits, vegetables and whole grains, he eats red meat several times a week and drinks whole milk daily.

He cannot remember the last time he ate anything deep-fried. He has never used margarine, and instead scrambles eggs in butter every morning. He calls eggs one of nature’s most perfect foods, something he has been preaching since the 1970s, when the consumption of cholesterol-laden eggs was thought to be a one-way ticket to heart disease.

“Eggs have all of the nine amino acids you need to build cells, plus important vitamins and minerals,” he said. “It’s crazy to just eat egg whites. Not a good practice at all.”

Dr. Robert H. Eckel, an endocrinologist and former president of the American Heart Association, agreed that oxidized LDL was far worse than nonoxidized LDL in terms of creating plaque.

But he disputed Dr. Kummerow’s contention that saturated fats are benign and that polyunsaturated vegetable oils promote heart disease. “There are studies that clearly show a substitution of saturated fats with polyunsaturated fats leads to a reduction in cardiovascular disease,” said Dr. Eckel, a professor at the University of Colorado.

Robert L. Collette, the president of the Institute of Shortening and Edible Oils, a trade association, says oil manufacturers work with their customers to take precautions against oxidation.

“Oxidation is something that consumers can detect,” he said. “Therefore, it is in everyone’s best interest to control it.”

The long arc of Fred Kummerow’s life and career illustrates the frustratingly slow pace of science and the ways in which scientific conformity can hinder the search for answers. Born in Germany just after World War I broke out, he moved to Milwaukee with his family when he was 9. His father, who worked at a cement block factory, did not have the money to send him to college, so Dr. Kummerow worked full time at a drug distribution company while attending the University of Wisconsin in the evenings. After he earned a Ph.D. in biochemistry, his first job was at Clemson University in South Carolina, where he helped prevent thousands of deaths in the South from pellagra, a disease resulting from a deficiency of vitamin B3.

His early research on trans fats was “resoundingly criticized and dismissed,” said Dr. Walter Willett, the chairman of the nutrition department at the Harvard School of Public Health, who credited Dr. Kummerow with prompting his desire to include trans fats in the Nurses’ Health Study. A 1993 finding from that study, which showed a direct link between the consumption of foods containing trans fats and heart disease in women, was a turning point in scientific and medical thinking about trans fats.

“He had great difficulty getting funding because the heart disease prevention world strongly resisted the idea that trans fats were the problem,” Dr. Willett continued. “In their view, saturated fats were the big culprit in heart disease. Anything else was a distraction from that.”

At an age when life itself is an accomplishment, Dr. Kummerow said he had no intention of stepping away from the work that has consumed him for six decades. He continues to work from home and talks daily to the two scientists who work in his lab, which receives funding from the Weston A. Price Foundation.

His wife of 70 years, Amy, died last year at age 94 from Parkinson’s disease; he has three children, three grandchildren and a great-grandchild.

He takes no medications, and his mind shows no sign of aging: He has an encyclopedic recall for names, dates and, more impressive, complex scientific concepts. After his muscles became inflamed from a blood pressure drug that he has since stopped taking, he started using a wheelchair combined with a walker.

His most significant health problem, appropriately enough, was an artery blockage at age 89 — probably a result of the inevitable effects of aging, not diet.

Bypass surgery took care of the blockage, and the fact that he now has an artery from his arm running into his heart has made him even more determined to keep working. Heart disease remains the leading cause of death for Americans, and he would like to stick around to continue funding research that will help change that.

“What I really want is to see trans fats gone finally,” he said, “and for people to eat better and have a more accurate understanding of what really causes heart disease.”

segunda-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2013

POEMA DO DIA

Afastava-se o meu ser, ano após ano,
E a minha alma, partindo-se, ficava,
Quando meu ser da memória a debuxava,
Por não poder sustentar-se desse engano.
Por uma praia do vasto oceano
Sobre um curvo cajado me encostava,
E os olhos pelas águas alongava,
Que pouco se doíam desse dano.
Pois com tamanha mágoa e saudade,
(Dizia) quis deixar-me a que eu adoro,
Por testemunhas tomo céu e estrelas.
Mas se vós, ondas, tendes piedade,
Levai também as lágrimas que choro,
Pois assim me levais a causa delas.

domingo, 15 de dezembro de 2013

Vai um cafézinho, com telha....na tola!


A Praça Rodrigues Lobo, no coração de Leiria, é um local edial para quem gosta de relaxar e saborear um bom café, numa das várias esplanadas que esta linda cidade tem para nos oferecer.
Embora tenha tido um episódio menos agradável, numa dessas esplanadas, quando duas meninas de raça Romena me tentaram furtar o meu telemóvel, eu continuo com a minha teimosia, que Leiria, se não for mesmo a cidade mais segura e limpa de Portugal, deve seguramente, estar bem perto do topo.
Por motivos da segurança dos cidadãos que, como eu, gostam de usufruir do melhor que esta cidade tem para nos oferecer, quero partilhar com os leitores, um alerta que pode, eventualmente, salvar a vida de alguém. É que numa dessas esplanadas, na Praça Rodrigues Lobo, existe uma espécie de ratoeira, que poderá inevitavelmente causar danos incorrigíveis, se não mesmo a morte, a um ou uma insuspeitável cliente.
As fotos inseridas neste email, dão para ver o estado de degradação do prédio, embora seja muito mais evidente, quando visto a olho nu no local.
O esplanada do café, até não tem má aparência, mas quem, como eu, anda sempre com um olho no burro e outro no cigano, deverá com certeza aperceber-se, que os andares superiores do prédio estão em estado de degradação, com vidraças partidas e a parte do telhado que sobresai sobre a esplanada do café, já lhe caíram duas telhas e pouco deve faltar para que outras caiam.
Caso não sejam efectuadas as devidas reparações, espero que as telhas ao cair, caiam no dia de encerramento do café.