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As we head into the Lunar New Year and debts are paid off and homes swept clean to ensure health and success in the coming months, the UN has also done a bit of housekeeping. Put your thinking caps on. Quick! — name the UN’s new Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) for the next 15 years. OK, can you name the old Millennium Development Goals (MDGs)? Something about poverty and water, right?
An expat in Vietnam, Singapore or China gets the opportunity for two new beginnings each year — the western New Year and Tet or the Chinese New Year. However, year after year the vast majority of people who attempt self-directed health and fitness programmes fail.
Matt journeys on through North East India’s Nagaland and into Arunachal Pradesh on the back of Nemo, his motorbike
Recently I read some interesting online discussions about being male and claiming feminist credentials. After a lot of argy-bargying between feminist philosophers and theorists, Professor Benjamin Jones from the University of Western Sydney helped my masculine dilemma with some salient advice.
We all know small amounts of bacteria in food won’t affect us; our immune systems can fight off minor infections. But this isn’t the only reason for concern. Vegetables and fruits on the shelves in the supermarket and produce labelled ‘organic’ are showing high levels of pesticides and pollutants. Are we helping ourselves by removing the skins or washing?
From kindergarten to ninth grade, whenever we had to move around as a class we were always told to line ourselves up in pairs. Two-by-two, we’d hold hands and go from recess to classroom, classroom to classroom, anywhere. Why must it be in pairs? Why must we line up in twos and not threes, or fours?
In Hanoi, we’ve all seen them, flattened on the road or hanging from hooks. The lucky ones are scurrying across the street or along telephone wires. Rats. I have them in my yard and in my open ground floor space. I’m not impressed. My Reiki practitioner friend has encouraged me to look for the messages Rat is bringing to my life.
Researchers in several different experiments have hooked up the brains of people while donating to their favourite charity and — whammo! — did the scientists have their socks knocked off. The test subjects’ brains lit up, mimicking the same physiological reaction as using cocaine or nicotine. I always thought doing charity was a trip, but it turns out, for some it’s addictive. Those warm fuzzies (the feel-good factor) are very real.