Went into Austria,
to the Gastein Curative Tunnel
where the ambient temperature
was close to one hundred degrees,
the humidity was almost eighty percent,
and the natural tunnel also contained
a shocking amount of radon in the air.
Now, I know the EPA reports
that radon exposure in the home
can lead to up to twenty thousand
lung cancer deaths per year.
And you know, I kind of
don’t want to get lung cancer.
But in the Gastein Curative Tunnel
in the “Hohe Tauern” mountains,
first explored to mine for gold,
they noticed the extreme heat and humidity.
But then they noticed that mine workers
with rheumatic problems
were getting better when there,
and they all had more energy.
After discoverig the Radon in the air,
they found that staying in the tunnel
for certain lengths of time
helped their ailments.
The Radon in the air helped
make their body heal itself faster.
I mean, people today still use this tunnel
for curing assorted ailments,
so I thought,
one visit won’t give me lung cancer,
maybe this is something I should try.
So I went to the Radhousberg tunnels,
wore a swimsuit and rested in the tunnel
for 45 minutes in silence with other attendants.
From breathing training,
I tried to take deep long breaths
as I lay in the tunnel
to get all the air I could
and soak in as much Radon as possible.
I saw someone opening and closing their hands
while they were laying in the Gastein Curative Tunnel;
it made me wonder if it would help my hands
from typing so much on the computer.
Yes, I was dripping wet
from the heat and the humidity,
and drank a ton of water,
but it was probably novel
to travel four thousand seven hundred miles,
to defy the EPA
and overload myself just once
with a radioactive element.
If you have Netflix then check out this movie
Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi
It’s sweet to see a love story again. A deception. You know all along he will be found out. Beautiful scenes of India, a look at culture, songs, and love.
It’s really cool to review only the ones you like. Those who do this for a living have to bring tiny scalpels. They know more stuff than I. Also I’m late. My cat ate my review and I had to……..it’s a long story.
The header is good, the music is great, I watch the credits like I do with the good ones. Here is a quote:
“Oh God why do you add spice to our sugar sweet love story?”
…or something like that. …bloggers do extensive research. Everyone knows that.
It’s just about the best sugar sweet love story with spice I’ve seen in a while. Don’t worry Aunt Grace they put the words on the screen so ya’ll kin see what they are a sayin’
This little video clip strikes a pose for the movie. An artistic pose. Is it a conflict between the new and the old as well as a conflict between western culture and other cultures. Is it tradition itself versus Brando and Dean? Is it a cliche’. Yes and it’s, well it’s,
It’s a walloping good story with great music. That’s what it is. A story where you love these people not these characters. Yeah I got a sweet tooth mama!
I can accept the glasses hiding Superman’s identity, the mask for others. There are great films where we can set reason aside. Superman puts on the glasses, Lois Lane can’t tell it’s him. With most movies we don’t accept such things, we point them out. With great movies we accept anything they say. We leap gladly.
In Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi we accept gladly a lady who does not recognize her husband without a mustache. We accept it gladly, as gladly as Superman’s glasses, Zorro’s mask. It’s the great story overcoming the details. The drab conventional husband becomes the cool lover guy at his wife’s dance class. She ultimately has to choose.
I love a good cliche’. Somebody spent some big money to make a splendor of color and culture. This movie seems so close to failure that it succeeds wonderfully.
Oh my goodness Aunt Grace
Let’s cook.
david michael jackson july 2, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send onions
fall softly sweet jasmine
released from rooted home
i’m sorry some nursery person
potted you from your nature
happy you somehow ended
in the middle of my living room
named in honor and as a go-between
my thoughts to my dis-incarnate loved
one who suffered thru his path as long
as he was humanly able
thank you for the effort to say goodbye
never knowing
i’ve been there and it is hard and yes
we all let go of everything somewhere
down some time line
letting go the pain goes too
then what is left is hope
to see you again…
Summer Breeze a.k.a Edy Lou Benjamin Mother of Motherbird.com our home of peace and love. The refuge of hope in this world lies down each night as Edy Lou Benjamin and rises each day as Summer Brezze, the founder of Motherbird Books and the motherbird for all poets who hope someday to deserve her.
