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Here’s reason no. 7: Carlos Celdran’s Jail Time Is Improving Literacy.

Before this interesting man was hauled to jail, who remembered Padre Damaso and how crooked the prayles were? Kids these days wouldn’t recognize the name Damaso unless you lubed it first before sticking it up their arses. Then again, these kids probably think they need to know Damaso like they need tobuy gold bullion, which is so NOT happening in this lifetime! Now, everyone will want to know who this Damaso is, and why he’s getting TV time. Historians and Filipino teachers everywhere will be very happy. Carlos Celdran is npt only re-kindling interest in the Reproductive Health Bill, he just turned into Jose Rizal and Noli Mi Tangere’s biggest publicist!

Oh, and this is my labor of love. You can read the other six reasons here. Click on the photo to be redirected to the Facebook page. (Don’t be jealous, friends and family. If they cart you off to jail, I promise to think of 7 Good Reasons to make sure you stay jailed, too! Hahaha!)

Si Carlos Celdran ay tunay na lalake. Ginagawa nyang uso ang mabilanggo!

I’m not anti-church. I’m not anti-organized religion. Heck, I studied in Catholic schools all my life, even in college. I got an excellent high school education for free thanks to the SSPS sisters of Holy Spirit School. So, no, I’m not anti-church or anti-religion. What I’m vehemently against are bigotry, ignorance, antediluvian health policies, and car insurance quotes that rob people blind—but that’s another story altogether.

For now, check out the page—and please don’t get me wrong. I don’t want Carlos Celdran to stay jailed because I get off at seeing others languish in prison. I want him to stay in jail for just a wee bit longer to direct attention to the real issue at hand. It’s not the shooter or the gun, people. It’s the why. It’s the Reproductive Health Bill, which is older than my two daughters combined but which never quite took off because of public apathy.

UPDATE: Oh wow! Spot.PH is quick. I woke up today to a mention of my 10-hour-old page.

Moondust is a beautiful word but do you know how it feels, tastes, and smells?

It feels like snow, soft but incredibly abrasive. It doesn’t taste half bad, if Apollo 16 astronaut John Young is to be believed. It smells like spent gunpowder, declares Apoolo 17 astronaut Gene Cernan.

But just so you know, that beautiful-sounding part of the moon – moondust – is something you might need EcoQuest International marketplace products for. Astronauts have felt, sniffed, and tasted moondust and what’s more, one of them got extraterrestrial hay fever as a result.

Moondust is clingy, clingier than contemporary fabricseven. It sticks to exposed surfaces quite easily. Boots, spacesuits, gloves – you name it, moondust clings to it. And while it smells of gunpowder, it is certainly nothing like gunpowder, component-wise anyway.

Strangely, the moment moondust enters Earth’s surface, its smell alters. No matter what container you put it in, its smell changes and becomes neutralized the very minute it comes into contact with moist, oxygen-rich air.

What’s a cafe without beer, its share of morose drinkers, chips and fries so greasy you’d be better off drinking lard instead, and a cloud of cigarette smoke so thick and heavy it seems no different from a fog? Not much, says Dutch cafe owners who are still reeling from the effects of the July 1 smoking ban.

Trust the Dutch to be resourceful, though. Rather than take the ban sitting down, they got creative and ordered Geurmachines, the antithesis to EcoQuest humidifiers. These machines fake smells – a lot of them – and come in different prices and sizes, from small and cheap scent devices to giant smell-makers. With over 50 different scents in its repertoire, each Geurmachine can make any room smell of leather, new car, freshly baked bread, or – in the case of Dutch cafes – sweat, beer, and tobacco.

The one good thing about this odd, odd Geurmachine is that while it simulates tobacco smell, the smell it produces does not pose health risks or linger in the clothing of customers.

The world never runs out of surprises, and no, you don’t need to buy morgan dollars to run into any of them.
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Source: Dutch cafes use fake cigarette smells to create atmosphere after smoking ban
July 18, 2008. Telegraph.co.uk.

Will you give your graduate the gift of surgery? Do you really have the funds, the liberalism, and the moxie to go, “Congratulations, daughter. Here’s money for a new nose.”?

If you answered yes just for the sheer fun of it, you’re not alone. Parents are actually giving their graduates the gift of surgery, and the number of parents who do this has grown. According to the American Society of Plastic Surgeons, teens comprise two percent of cosmetics surgery patients in the U.S. In 2006 alone, 244,124 teens went under the knife for various procedures. Think 9,000 kids aged 13 to 19 getting breast implants. Think 47,000 of the same age group getting Jersey plastic surgery for a nose job.

If you’re appalled by those figures, here’s one more piece of statistic that makes it even worse: the number of teens who actually get the gift of cosmetics surgery is only a fraction of those who asked for it.

Back in my time, photo albums, dresses, books, and pieces of jewelry counted as presents. Today, academic achievement is rewarded with a boob job or a nip or tuck. These are strange times we live in.

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Source: Way to go, grad! Here’s a check for a new nose
2008, MSNBC Interactive