Do read little red boat. I did, and I am all the better for it.
I think that I have finally fixed the problem I was having with this page not loading properly at different screen resolutions. I had an a-ha! moment at work, ran home to alter the html on my page, and voila! Now it seems to fit decently on monitors at different resolutions. Now let’s see how many e-mails I get telling me that it still looks retarded.
Oh, please! Do people have to be so sensitive? Honestly!
I have very fond memories of my set of Mr. Sketch scented markers from when I was a kid. I think I spent more time smelling them than creating works of art. They also got me into trouble at times, like the time I coloured my cat’s paws different colours (see this entry), or the time that I coloured over and over and over the same spot with brown/cinnamon because I was trying to see if layering the colour would make the smell stay longer, and I ended up colouring right through the paper and onto my mother’s white table cloth (the smell did stay longer, but the picture looked bad). The marker that most confused me was turquoise/mango. I come from a meat-and-potatoes, small-town feel kind of family, so mangoes were not part of my nutritional repertoire. I could not fathom a fruit of such a colour. I imagined its flavour to be perfumey like the foul scent of the marker itself and I cautioned myself to stay clear of that particular produce if I should ever meet up with it. All the other colour/scent combinations make sense, but why mango was stuck with turquoise is beyond me. I guess it’s hard to come up with a turquoise smell. Chlorine, maybe?
In the world of actual, real, in-the-physical-world, I-can-touch-it-with-my-hands literature, I’ve picked up The Chosen by Chaim Potok again. I read it years ago when I was a kid, but it is still not bad, at least as far as I have read this round.
I think I am going through a phase. No, I am definitely going through a phase. I was mostly keeping this phase to myself until last night when the Fiery One said that he wouldn’t be surprised if I was knocked up due to our recent ineptitude at family planning. Bastard. My baby-making urges were being kept nicely and quietly away from the world, hiding out from nasty, cold, and all-too-real reality. He outed my biological yearnings last night, and now I’m stuck thinking about it all too much today, and probably tomorrow, and maybe the day after that. Jerk.
Mango Facts and Links:
* More mangoes are eaten fresh all over the world than any other fruit.
* Mango recipes abound!
* In India, the mango is a symbol of love, and some believe that the mango tree can grant wishes. In the Hindu culture, hanging fresh mango leaves outside the front door during Ponggol (Hindu New Year) and Deepavali is considered a blessing to the house.
* The mango originated in Southeast Asia where it has been grown for over 4000 years.
* Mango trees are evergreens that grow up to 60 feet tall.
* There are over 1000 different varieties of mangoes.
* The name 'mango' is derived from the Tamil word 'mangkay' or 'man-gay'. When the Portuguese traders settled in Western India they adopted the name as 'manga'.
* Legend has it that Buddha found tranquillity and repose in a mango grove.
* Sanskrit poets believe that eating mango buds lends sweetness to the voice.
* You can even give mangoes as a gift. Just go to Bangoes (when they’re in season).
* The burning of mango wood, leaves, and debris is not advised, as the fumes are toxic and can cause irritation to the eyes and lungs. In fact, mango leaves are so toxic that they can kill cattle or other grazing livestock.
* The fruit of the mango is called a “drupe”, which consists of the mesocarp (edible, fleshy part) and the endocarp (large, woody, flattened pit).
* Check out the nutritional value of a mango.
* The mango is a member of the Anachardiaceae family. Other distant relatives include the cashew, pistachio, Jamaica plum, poison ivy, and poison oak.
* Get your very own mango-themed poster here, or here, or here.
* Read the children’s story “Mad Mango.”