Sunday, July 27, 2014

Painting: Fluid Convergence in Art

Paintings and Poem by Abe V Rotor

Inter-tangential convergence

Uni-tangential convergence

Movements in art come and go, short lived or enduring,
     laid forgotten, or into schools they bloom; 
the daring weaned from the masters must tread on and on
     outside convention hall to freely roam.   

The artist is no constant, nor equation the rule of art;
     more so with vision, however art is seen;
people move, they arrive, depart, transient or domestic,
     everywhere, every thing's ever changing.

And yet the urge to return is primordial at the end -
     the homing instinct in convergence;
art paves the road, clears the sky, rings the chime
     in poignant familial obedience. ~

The Backyard as Laboratory and Workshop 4: Papaya Ring Spot Virus (PRSV) - Scourge of Papaya Worldwide.

There is no stopping the viral scourge of papaya (papaw, pawpaw), wiping out plantation after plantation worldwide - even with attempts in genetic engineering.  It's because the virus is not only complex (it infects cucurbits like melon and squash - and other plants), but persistently mutate into resistant types that invade quarantined areas and overcome transgenic defense. There is one hope every backyard can look up to -  the return of the native papaya varieties preserved in their indigenous state.

Dr Abe V Rotor
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Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio
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Photo of a sick papaya at home in QC. The virus is systemic, that is, the virus resides in the whole system of the plant and infects all tissues from roots to fruits.  The leaves are the first to show the symptoms which may be mistaken for iron (Fe) deficiency being chlorotic (lacking in chlorophyll), mosaic, deformed and wrinkled like being scorched  by heat and sunlight. Even stunting may be thought of as deficiency symptom of other elements. The plant doesn't die, but remains stunted and exhibits rosette leaf arrangement. Some gardeners even think it is a fancy variety, and by keeping it as ornamental would only exacerbate the spread of the disease by mere physical contact and through biological transmission, particularly by aphids (Myzus persicae) as well as, in my observation though not mentioned in the books, the white fly of the genus Bemesia.       
The virulence of PRSV cannot be underestimated, from early infection during seed germination, to later infection at any stage of the plant. Which means that the virus is incipient in the embryo and openly infectious even in the senile age of the tree. As the infected tree faces slow death it becomes a source of viral inoculant in the open field within the range of the vectors, including man. Note the ring spots on the fruit from which the virus got its name. The spots predispose the fruit to secondary infection, leading to bacterial rot and fungal attack. Thus, not only production is gravely affected but the quality of the fruit as well to the point of becoming unfit for human consumption.     
My son Marlo (above) harvests a ripening fruit of native papaya we planted in our residence in QC. Note the lanky stand but  healthy condition of the tree. The photo at the right (from the Internet) shows a variety apparently immune to the disease like our own. Indigenous varieties have been reported to be resistant if not immune to PRSV, whether it be the P or W biotype - and possibly against the mutants arising from both pathotypes, and other viruses which we may not know. Commercially, the native papaya is of lesser importance, but it can supply the needs of the family and immediate community for ripe papaya (for the table and puree), and green papaya (for tinola and pickles). 

The commercialization of the Hawaiian papaya owing to its heavy and early fruiting, and feasibility in large scale  production was a boom but at the same time exacerbated the spread of the disease on global proportion.  Today, virtually no place is secure and safe from PRSV in spite of strict quarantine laws and regulations. 

When I was a farmhand, my dad grew native papaya in our backyard in Ilocos. We harvested only the fruits as they ripen in succession at few days interval. This is a general rule for practically all fruits. Papaya in the market are ripened with carburo or ethylene gas. They taste flat, the color dull of the flesh is dull, and the texture gummy. When we needed green papaya, we would simply thin out the bansot, and leave the large, healthy fruits to reach full maturity. 

By the way, papaya is dioecious. Only the female papaya is cultivated, but a few male trees are spared for pollination. A third gender now and then would arise.  The tree bears small fruits hanging on elongated peduncles. The fruits are generally not edible, green or ripe.

Would you guess the productive life span of a native papaya in my time? Five years to as long as twenty years of continuous fruiting. And it reaches a height of twenty feet so that harvesting requires a pole with a basket (salukang Ilk). Well, the native papaya is not laden but the fruits though small, are luscious and sweet. As the tree gets older it branches out into two, three or four and the main branches are productive. Branching papaya is more resistant to wind and also to long dry season and pests, which includes the fruit bat (if you don't harvest the ripe fruits ahead of this nocturnal feeder). 

Papaya is the only species under the genus Carica, and the only edible species of importance among its five relatives. No wonder when it was orphaned from its non-edible kin, and transported for widespread cultivation, the virus became concentrated in the species, and through repeated and expanded cultivation in other countries, the virus mutated and evolved into more virulent forms. 

I was in high school in the mid fifties when an agriculturist who trained in Hawaii promoted the Hawaiian papaya to be planted in the Philippines.  I bought a packet of seeds which dad and I planted.  Indeed our Hawaiian papaya became an "apple to the eye" in our locality. In a short time many backyards had growing Hawaiian papaya trees. And the native papaya was almost forgotten. . 

The sixties and seventies brought agricultural technology which revolutionized agriculture. It was a short live green revolution. It was a kind of "globalization in farming" where the frontiers of agriculture were not only expanded by crisscrossed in order to meet the expanded needs of the market. Agriculture took the helm of development with little consideration on the welfare of the environment.  It did not give much importance to the consequences of its destruction and violation of its laws. Take these examples.   
  • Plantations of Hawaiian and Peruvian ipil-ipil were wiped out by Psylla plant lice, while our native ipil-ipil was unaffected.
  • Hawaiian pineapple, so with other foreign varieties, failed to adapt, while our native pineapple called Formosa continued to thrive. 
  • Varieties of rice developed by IRRI ultimately disappeared from farmers' fields. Our while native rice varieties returned.
  • Many corn varieties failed, while our native corn varieties hanged on - even if production is low (only around one ton per hectare).
  • Bangkok santol brought leaf galls caused by mites that brought its own demise. The pest still persists in its progeny, a cross of Bangkok santol and native santol. 
  • The large Anglo-Nubian goats did not adapt to local conditions, while our local goats live on.  So with St Gertrude bullock.  
  • Several trials were made to plants soybean, white bean (for pork and beans), and potato.  We failed for the same reason. We cannot tailor the land to the crop.  
  • Foreign varieties of plants and breeds of animals failed top get acclimatized under Philippine condition?  All these  - and many more introduced crops and animals - failed. Genetic engineering is not the answer.  It is to return to the old faithful genes.         
The answer is simple. Go back to the native genes. The unspoiled, pristine gene pool that developed through thousands is not millions of years of evolution.  Genes that enhanced our survival as Homo sapiens. Co-evolution has been the key to our success as a species. Technology is not, and will never be. Tinkering with nature, more so with the genes, ushers the decline and ultimate demise of mankind. ~      
“The potyvirus Papaya ringspot virus (PRSV) is found throughout the tropics and subtropics. Its P biotype is a devastating pathogen of papaya crops and its W biotype of cucurbits. PRSV-P is thought to arise by mutation from PRSV-W … PRSV may have originated in Asia, particularly in the Indian subcontinent, as PRSV populations there are most diverse and hence have probably been present longest. Our analyses show that mutation, together with local and long-distance movement, contributes to population variation, and also confirms an earlier conclusion that populations of the PRSV-P biotype have evolved on several occasions from PRSV-W populations.”

On the evolution and molecular epidemiology of the potyvirus Papaya ringspot virus

Bateson MF, Lines RE et al, JGV Journal of Virology


·         “Vaccination” Like vaccination technique in humans, the host plant receives a mild strain of PRSV.  Resistance is gauged from delay in the onset of symptoms to reduction in the severity of symptoms. But inoculation of the mild strain also causes pathogenesis on the papaya plants, which means the plant did not gain true resistance.

·         Transgenic papaya (Rainbow and SunUp) are claimed to have differential resistance to the Hawaiian strains of PRSV, but such resistance can be eroded by other viral strains found in other countries.   

·         Pathogen Derived Resistance (PDR) is a technique of inserting a gene fragment from the pathogen into the transgenic crop, which developed two transgenic lines claimed to be resistant to PRSV, but like the “vaccinated” and transgenic lines, are sooner or later overtaken by increasing virulence and mutation into new strains of PRSV.  

·        Deregulation aims at breaking out from world’s objection against GMO. Some countries like US and Japan, on a very limited scale, import Hawaiian papaya. Backlash against GMO papaya also results in surreptitious destruction of papaya plantations in certain countries. So with other GMO crops. 

Objection to any type of GMO research rages in most parts of the world as people are “going for natural” food, medicine, clothing, homes, life style, etc. And they look at GMO as a Frankenfood (from the novel Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly). 

·        Durability of ResistanceExposure to foreign strains of the virus is a serious risk, as the transgenic Rainbow papayas have been shown to be susceptible to PRSV from Guam, Taiwan and Thailand.

Acknowledgement: Wikipedia

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Environment and Biology: Trees are Benevolent Hosts

Dr Abe V Rotor
1. The tree laughs, talks, with all the joys of childhood. "A tree is a joy forever." Tandang Sora QC

2. Playing hide-and-seek in a bamboo grove. The spirit of the place gives quaintness to living.Taal, Batangas
3. A fallen mango tree makes a romantic ambiance. (Atimonan, Quezon)
4. Phylodendron gains foothold on Dita tree (Alstonia scholaris) as it reaches for the sun several meters high. UST Botanical Garden
5. Balete (Ficus benjamina) strangles its host to  certain death, hence gaining a notorious name of Strangler's Fig. Mt Makiling, Laguna
6. Fruticose lichen clings on bark of tree. Lichens are communities of algae and fungi. They aid in food production and recycling of organic matter, as well as help conserve water. Caliraya Lake, Laguna
7. Drynaria fern as ephipyte helps conserve water, attract wildlife that protects trees from pests anddiseases.  It is not unusual that a branch gives way to the weight of the tenant fern. Tagudin, Ilocos Sur
8. Roots are exposed by slow erosion reveal tenacity of this tree. The tree allows growth of plants and animals like millipede and land snails, as well as micrororganims, many are symbionts to the tree. Mt Makiling Botanical Garden, UPLB 
9. Interlacing roots, principle of inarching, riprap slopes and banks, provide abode to many organisms. Mt. Makiling, Laguna.
10. Algae and mosses live on the spongy bark of acacia, providing nutrients to the tree, and creating a favorable microclimate. UP Diliman, QC
11. Crustose lichen coats trunk of young tree. Lichens are important to the tree; they also indicate pristine condition of the environment. Caliraya Lake, Laguna
12. Even after death the tree remains a host to red mushroom, termites, other saprophytes and decomposers, giving off its entire energy to serve the living world. 

Modern Art: Multi-dimensional Painting

"I wonder if there was a kinder universe before,
     where Heaven and Earth were one and whole."

Dr Abe V Rotor

Primordium in acrylic 38" x 26"), by AV Rotor


I wonder at infinity in its early beginning,
     of a primeval universe devoid of stars;
I wonder at the prima causa of time and space,
     of energy and matter into living mass.

I wonder at the blueprint of a Supreme Design,
     if found the Big Bang and the Black Hole;
I wonder if there was a kinder universe before,
     where Heaven and Earth were one and whole. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

Postmodern Art: Leaning Cradle

Dr Abe V Rotor
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I wonder at the huge size of  the wooden cradle leaning to the front and on one side;

I wonder at the absence of one whole side facing the street, and the cradle leaning towards the traffic; 

Author and the Leaning Cradle at downtown Bangkok. 

I wonder at the absence of a flooring, for how could it be a cradle without it which is the essence of its function;

I wonder at the support, half rocking sideways, while the other half is fixed like post, permanent and immovable;

I wonder at how the cradle defies gravity, even without a central body and weight which rest on the center of gravity;

I wonder at its precarious structure, its joints loosely hanging on wooden pegs and few simple bolts;

I wonder at it symbolism - is it the end of an era of child bearing and caring, traditional and domestic way?

I wonder at the impermanence of the cradle, now transient - and if the child who was weaned here knows the meaning of home; 

I wonder if society can read the message of this postmodern structure in our postmodern world. 

I wonder if postmodernism means living in the future in free fall, remiss and abandoned of things we love most in life. ~      

Child's Symphony of a Fantasy Garden

Dr Abe V Rotor 
 Mackie on her first birthday

A garden of the finest art on stage
of fairy tale and  fragments of a garden lost,
where nature to fantasy land transposed.
How short, how far nature lies!
From here the task begins to know
that roses have thorns. 


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A Short Story: The White Cross

In the middle of the cemetery rises an immaculate white cross, and no weed grows around it. 

Dr Abe V. Rotor

Mysterious white cross beside an old bangar tree, San Mariano, Isabela
He graduated from the famous Philippine Military Academy on top of his class. On the day of graduation his father, a general from the Philippine Air Force, and mother, a dean of the University of the Philippines, proudly pinned the Medal of Excellence on their only son and child. Nobody could be happier. God smiled at them. The world loved them. And they loved the world. What more did they wish?

There was none, although his mother said in prayerful whisper, looking up to heaven, “How I wish we are like this forever – happy and united.”

Secretly his father wished his son to become famous. He knew that a military career awaits many opportunities of greatness to one who adheres to his pledge to defend his country and countrymen. His thoughts gleamed with his medals he received for participating in the Korean War and the Vietnam War. He treasured most a medal given by the President of the Philippines for serving as a military adviser during Martial Law.

Those were troubled times, he thought, and put away his fears that his son would be placed in a similar test.

The young Lieutenant was looked up with pride and praise. How many young men in the world are endowed with caring parents, good school, intelligence, good looks and excellent health? Heads turned as he walked. Young women saw him a knight in shining armor. Children looked up to him a model, a hero of sort. Would they grow up just like him? Dreams! Air castles!

But he was real. He dressed up simply. He was friendly. There was no air of arrogance in his actions and words. He liked people. And people liked him. Many times he would go to the village of his birth in Pangasinan – Bigbiga, near Anda. He talked to farmers and fisher folks for hours. At harvest time his presence alone was enough to draw people from their homes and other work just to help harvest the golden grains. How the field beamed with laughter and music and joyous company! It's reminiscent of Fernando Amorsolo's masterpiece, "Harvestime."

Surely there were many stories to tell, many pleasant memories to recall. Housewives on errand bringing baon to the workers would make up all sorts of excuses for returning late. Passersby who were not from the place, when they heard the name Lieutenant Carding Lopez, took off their hats in greeting - and always, they got their reward of recognition. Children playing nearby would caution each other not to be rowdy, and they would display their best to impress their special guest.

And months passed. The monsoon came and the young lieutenant joined the planters in the field as he did at harvest time. Came fishing season, and he would join the fisher folks pull in the daklis (seine) net to shore. And when they gave him his share of the catch, he would politely decline or give it to the old people in the village.

One time he stopped to greet a crew draining a nearby swamp, the lowest part of the village. While relating how the Panama Canal was built, people the next day came by groups armed with shovels, crowbars and all. The swamp was drained in a short time.  Incidence of malaria and dengue drastically fell. Farmers planted melons and watermelons on the reclaimed mudflat and made a lot of money.

But it was the marketplace he was fond of visiting on Sundays. The barangay chairman saw to it that everything and around appeared clean and orderly. More vendors came to sell their wares and products. And more people came to buy them.

Once strolling on a dirt road, he paused to put some stones to fill up a rut. The next day a gravel truck came. With it were workers. What took an hour to reach the market, could now be reached in half an hour.

General Lopez and Dean Lopez who were living in a push subdivision in Manila began to wonder at the kind of life their son was leading in the province. Surely it is very strange to know of one who is full of dreams and raring to seek a bright future. Not for a young and ambitious man, and a Pemeyer. No, not their son and only child, Carlito.

“No, no, let’s talk to him,” the mother rose from her lounging chair. “Hush, hush, let him be,” replied her husband soothingly.

One day the young Lieutenant received a call to report for duty. In the next few days he was flying over Sierra Madre on a mission. But alas! His plane disappeared in the sky and crashed on a misty slope covered by forest, far, far away from civilization. No one witnessed the accident, but guesses are not rare for such news. The plane plunged into the sea where three islands make a triangle, ventured one mystic who knew about the Bermuda Triangle that mysteriously “swallow up” airplanes and ships.

Maybe it crashed on one of the Philippines’ tallest mountains - Mt. Apo or Mt. Pulag. That’s how high jets fly, said an elderly native who knew too well about the flight of the Philippine eagle. Oh, exclaimed an activist, who said the young Lopez was an idealist, who must have sought refuge maybe in Indonesia, or New Guinea - or somewhere else.

Guess turned into hoax, rumors died down, only the enigma on how a promising young man suddenly disappeared without trace persisted. General Lopez shook his head in disbelief. Even in times of peace, he realized, danger hangs like a Damocles Sword. You can’t rely on technology, he muttered. Those planes – yes, those planes he remembered, they were very old. He knew it; they were donated by the US soon after the Vietnam ended. Mrs. Lopez had retired from the university, but how could you enjoy retirement if you were in her place?

It had been five years since the young pilot mysteriously disappeared. The village people of his birth put up a cross in his memory at the center of the village cemetery. At all times they kept it white, and not a single weed grew around it. 

Tourists today come to Bigbiga, now a progressive community. It boosts of a model cooperative. It is a persistent winner of cleanliness in the whole province. A church has been built, around it is a park and playground. Not far is the cemetery. Classes are no longer conducted under the big mango tree. Floods that accompany the monsoon are a thing of the past. The market is a village mall of sort, attracting people   from nearby towns. An institute of science and technology was recently inaugurated. Young men and women are returning and changing the concept of balikbayan, at least in Bigbiga. They call it brain gain, whereas before we called it brain drain. The fields are green and at harvest time under the moonlight, some people would swear, they would see a young handsome man inaudibly talking and laughing – men and women and children huddled around him.

The general and his wife did not live long in their grief. A new leadership had taken over the reins of command in the military. A new president has been installed in MalacaƱang. He is young and handsome, and there’s something they like in him - the way he talked, his actions, his friendliness and warmth. They trust him. Those who knew the late Lieutenant Lopez liken him to the new president.

One day there was a flash report that a community was discovered somewhere between Nueva Ecija and Aurora. It is ensconced in a valley shrouded by forests and clouds, accessible only on the Pacific coast. That is why it remained obscure for a long time. "There must be some mistake," a Manila-based government official commented. So a survey team was formed.

It is like searching a lost city in the Andes, or in the Himalayas. But it is true. There in the very eyes of the team unfurled a local Shangrila - the former Dakdakel, a remote barangay of San Mariano, Isabela, now transformed into a model community.

The people in that community are peace loving, self reliant, and respectable. They are farmers, craftsmen, many are professionals. They have children studying in Manila, and relatives working abroad. There is a cooperative and a progressive market. A chapel stands near a cemetery. In the middle of the cemetery rises an immaculate white cross, and no weed grows around it. 

x x x

Photo Editing with the Computer

Photo Editing with the Computer
Dr Abe V Rotor

This serves as guide. Here are examples of edited photos of  the Bengal Tiger. Guests are caged in a vehicle that takes them to the animals in the field.  Photos are candid and hurriedly done. But thanks to Adobe Photoshop installed in most computers.  Practice to acquire the skill of editing. Get familiar with the features of the program. 

  1. crop
  2. brightness
  3. contrast
  4. tone
  5. color
  6. color to B & W
  7. hue
  8. saturation
  9. align
  10. reverse, others

Photos taken at Zoobic in Subic, (SBMA) Zambales, Philippines

Finding Nemo Parade

Photos and Verse by Dr Abe V Rotor
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 Film Festival Parade, University of Santo Tomas, Manila, November 11, 2011 

Move over Aesop and George Orwell,
Naturalists Henri Fabre and Edwin Teale,
Novelists Jules Verne and Herman Merville,
Evolutionists Charles Darwin, Lamarck;
Scientists EO Wilson, and Attenborough;
Enter Babe, Honey I Shrunk the Kids,
King Kong and Jurassic Park,  

Welcome Little Mermaid, Finding Nemo
And all Animaes in the new Noah's Ark.~

Photography: Silhouettes and Filters (Sunset in the City)

By Marlo R Rotor 

The sun gets lost in the city and leaves
       the sense of time and space;
the night lights up with a thousand eyes
       save true peace and solace.

                                          Photos taken along Regalado Ave., QC

Monday, July 14, 2014

Ed Nanquil's Works for Art and Thinking

Paint and draw and unleash the power of imagination and creativity.    
Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature School on Blog
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday

Still Life

Your favorite fruits do not only fill and satiate;
they take you by your other senses deeper,
drawing out thirst and hunger that grow farther
 in fullest expression and milder character,
to see the world not in things sensual and ephemeral, 
but in the mind and spirit eternal.           

Nature's Art 

If proportion and balance were strict basis of form,
style and design lofty and grand,
then what is art?  What is art in water and rock? 
in a growing shell, in shifting sand?

Only Nature knows, she is the beginning and end
of all art, earlier than man and the world; 
for the elements of art are not what we perceive, 
they are the very foundation of Creation.  

Good Life

Take me to where my ancestors lived,
healthy and free and happy,
away from the city of poverty in riches,
and riches in poverty.       

NOTE: Mr. Ed Nanquil is one of the pioneer followers of Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid.  Melly and I congratulate  Ed for sharing his talents with these inspiring works which we are sure will benefit our listeners to the radio program (738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday), simulcast with the Internet - Living with Nature School on Blog (

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Flying over the crater of Mt Mayon

Photos and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor

Closest I could get a photo of the crater with ordinary lens on a Zest airplane October 19, 2011, 2 pm.from Manila to Virac, Catanduanes .
Landscape view, seconds after taking the first photo above.
Surrounding landscapes: forested area, farmlands and settlements.

Beautiful Mayon, what's inside you?
I peeped within distance of your breath,
And a wisp of cloud veiled your beauty,
and oh, the warmth of your hearth.

Wonder if a woman is of your kind
Beautiful when calm and coy;
Within lies her strength, or her ire,
Her fit when wanting of joy. ~

Parbangon Nanem (It's Dawn Again)

Living Up with the Ilokano language and the indigenous culture of Northern Philippines in verses 
Dr Abe V Rotor
Doves flying at dawn to meet the sun, mural painting by AV Rotor 

                                1. Pumarbangonen:
Sarzuela ken komedia, 
Mangrugi manen.
(Dawn ushers daily grind
of life's drama and comedy)

2. Ti ukoy-ukoy,
Agur-uray diay abut
Iti agbiddut.
(The antlion waits for prey
that blunders and falls into its pit.)

3. Nakasutsutil -
Bacchus, Ambrosius Venus,
(Help me from tempters - Bacchus,
Ambrosius, Venus. From Greek mythology
gods and goddess of ostentatious living.)

4. Igudagudmo,
Agsangit, agkatawa;
Langit ken daga.
(It's the violin being referred to.
It cries and laughs with heaven and earth.)

5. Kapanunutan 
Ken takyag iti mangged,
Puso ti tured.
(Intellect and brawn to earn;
courage is in the heart.)

6. Saan nga ammo,
Nat-natay diay adayo,
Ilagip tayo.
(Reverence to the dead -
even those unknown in distant land.)

7. Kapanunutan, 
Narigat nga abaken,
Malaksid kukuam.
(You really can't win an argument,
except your own.)

8. Umisemkan, 
Tapno maturogen ti
Dakkel a bulan. 
(Your sweet smile
makes the moon sleep. )

9. Nakadumog, 
Labaslabasan ti angin,
(Refers to good harvest:
Heavy panicles bow low,
ducking the passing wind.)

10. Naturoganna't 
Panagbaliw ti lubong
Ni Rip Van Winkle.
(From Washington Irving's story,
Rip van Winkle, about a man
who slept for twenty long years
amid changes going on in the world.)

Dawn behind a bamboo grove, Santo Domingo, Ilocos Sur

11. Panagkakadua,
Awan iti baetna, 
(Too close for comfort, referring to friendship. )

12. Malinlinay, 
Lumakay, agbabaak,
(Getting old and aging
don't mean the same thing.)

13. Gura ken ayat,
Bumtakman wenno umpes,
Arig ti ulep. 
(Love and hate may be compared to a cloud -
it dissipates or falls as rain.)

14. Diay pag-gugubatan
Ubbing laeng ti matay,
Ilida’t lumakay. 
(As the young die in the battlefield,
the country unprecedentedly grows old.)

15. Warnak inaldaw, 
Amin nakaragragsak, 
(A daily reminder: Too much
fun may lead to sorrow.)

16. Toy agkabanuag,
Adut’ pakairamanan, 
(The youth have good
and bad things to share.)

17. Kapapategan, 
Dua laeng iti pagpilian - 
Kappia ken Kappia.
(Peace is peace. There is no other choice.
It is the most treasured thing.)

18. Flanders, Bataan,
Agur-uray ti turay, 
Kappia, pakawan. 
(Forgiveness and Peace reign in the WWII
memorials in Flanders Field in Europe,
and Bataan in the Philippines.)

19. Uray laglagip
Tinubuanen iti ru-ot
Didiay Austerlitz.
("I'm the grass, I cover all," says a poet, referring
to the dead in this battlefield in WWII.
It covers also memories)

20. Akasia’t malem,
Ti panagawid ammuem, 
(Call it a day when the leaves of the
acacia tree droop.)

Vinegar - Nature's Secret of Good Health

Dr Abe V Rotor

Vin-egar, which means sour wine, is Nature's secret of good health.

Vinegar or acetic acid (CH3COOH) abounds in nature, as long as there's sugar(C6H12O6). Sugar is converted into ethanol, and ethanol to acetic acid.

Ilocos Vinegar (far right) and fruit wine and basi- products of the Ilocos Region 

Vinegar then is oxidized ethanol or ethyl alcohol (C2H5OH). The conversion process is both biological and chemical. In fact, fermentation of sugar to ethanol, goes hand in hand with ethanol conversion to acetic acid, with the latter prevailing at the end.

This formula is taking place in food, flowers, fruits, plant sap, insect exudate, honeycombs, raisins, etc. Nature eliminates sugar - simple and complex - ultimately through this process, and at the end converts them back to elements ready to be re-assembled in the next process and for the next user or generation. This process is taking place everywhere because the agents are ubiquitous such as the yeast (Saccharomyces) and the vinegar bacteria (Acetobacter). And there are dozens more working in union. This scenario is also taking place in the mouth and stomach, on the skin, and other parts of the body of organisms.

Vinegar is Nature's cleansing agent and disinfectant, eliminating stain, odor, fungi, bacteria, weeds, and repelling ants, and other vermin.

People who are fond of food prepared with vinegar are healthier and slimmer. It is because vinegar regulates formation of adipose tissues, and burns fat. Some people dampen their appetite by sprinkling a little natural vinegar on prepared food to take the edge off their appetite. Notice that after eating anything with vinegar, you lose interest in your meal. Vinegar triggers the appetite's shut off mechanism.

Feel good. A teaspoon of apple cider vinegar in a glass of water, with a bit of honey added for flavor, will take the edge off your appetite and give you an overall healthy feeling.

Well, here is a short list of home remedies using vinegar.
  • Soothe a sore throat. Put a teaspoon of natural vinegar in a glass of water. Gurgle.
  • Apply cold vinegar right away for fast relief of sunburn or other minor burns. It will help prevent burn blisters.
  • Soothe a bee or jellyfish sting. Douse with vinegar to soothe irritation and relieve itching.
  • Relieve sunburn. Lightly rub diluted natural vinegar on skin. Reapply as needed.
  • Conditions hair. Add a tablespoon of vinegar to your rinse to dissolve sticky residue left by shampoo.Italic
  • Relieve dry and itchy skin. Add 2 tablespoons of vinegar to your bath water.
  • Fight dandruff. After shampooing, rinse with a solution of ½ cup vinegar and 2 cups of warm water.
  • Treat sinus infections and chest colds. Add ¼ cup or more vinegar to the vaporizer.
  • Cure hangover. Combine two raw eggs, a tablespoon of vinegar and black pepper. Blend well.
Just a reminder. Use only natural vinegar - not glacial acetic acid. ~

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