The opening of my niece Antonette Chan's bag shop - which is on an exclusive franchise from the innovative ZipIt bag and Envirosax (a soft bag foldable into a 3-inch stuff so that you can conveniently carry it with you all the time) -- is on May 16 @ Mall of Asia, Roxas Blvd., Manila.

 

 

 

 

 

I personally recommend the Envirosax because with it, you can reject and stop using plastic bags altogether while shopping or doing your marketing chores.

 

Link1: http://www.envirosax.com/pages/products.php

Link2: http://zipitphilippines.multiply.com/

Link3: http://www.just-zipit.com/index2.php?id=21

 

 

Today's issue of the Philippine Star carries a review of The Baguio City Yearbook 2008 by Butch Dalisay, great author and columnist for the Philippine STAR's Arts and Culture Section... Dr Jose "Butch" Dalisay Jr. is also a professor of English at UP Diliman. His blog has a link below.

 

 

Link:  http://www.philstar.com/index.php?Arts%20and%20Culture&p=49&type=2&sec=40&aid=2008042726

http:ww.jackcarino.multiply.com/journal/item/58/

 

Good news!

An early-bird applicant to the Global Pinoy Magazine has been given the choice to either work at the magazine's Makati CBD Philippine Office or as Marketing Staff in the United States to work side by side with the staff based there. 

Now, the Global Pinoy Magazine is still looking for contributing writers and photographers.

On layout stage now is the Independence Day issue and subsequent issues of the US East Coast Edition, which will come out ahead of the other separate editions for Asia-Pacific, Middle East, Europe and the US West Coast.

Rates for Cover Story is P3,000 and the rest of the stories -- P1,500 to P2,500. For photos, we pay P500 per published item.

I am now preparing the Global Pinoy Magazine-US West Coast Edition for September and onwards -- esp the Christmas Issue. The following may be of help to interested parties:


Topics:

• The Filipino, here and abroad (OFWs in general, migrants & exiles, success stories, sob stories, etc)
• Food, fashion & lifestyle
• Pop culture
• The Arts ( performing arts, visual arts, film, literature, architecture, photography, etc)
• Cultural studies
• IT ( including the Pinoys in the blogging world, Internet, etc)
• Business
• Sports
• Anything at all under the Global Pinoys' sun
  

Photographers will be assigned or may submit features on Philippine Tourist Destinations through a photo essay which will be published as the magazine's centerfold.


Related LINK -- http://anvalerio.multiply.com/journal/item/38/Wanted_Writers_and_Photographers

 

 

Link

The Global Pinoy Magazine is looking for writers and photographers, as well as  contributors, for its Independence Day issue and subsequent issues in the US East Coast and US West Coast.

Writers will cover the following topics:

Photographers will be assigned to feature Philippine Tourist Destinations through a photo essay which will be published as the magazine's centerfold.

Interested parties may email their curriculum vitae and sample of works to: 

• anvalerio@gmail.com
• chi.balmaceda@gmail.com

 

For further inquiries, you may also PM me here.

 

Related LINK -- <ahttp://anvalerio.multiply.com/journal/item/38/Wanted_Writers_and_Photographers>Wanted: Writers and Photographers</a>

 

 

 

Browse on                 Baguio History

In the late 16^th century, the Spaniards colonized the Philippines.  

Seven years after the Spaniards settled in Manila, a Spanish official, Juan de Salcedo, went to the North and into the mountains to search for gold. He then stumbled into a land of fertile valleys, virgin forests and ore-rich streams.
Gold was found and armies of soldiers, priests and fortune hunters came

. Numerous battles with fierce mountain tribes resulted in loss of life and livelihood. The Spaniards found the mountain people difficult to rule, thus they parcelled the com

mandancias into rancherias that they placed in the hands of the landed gentry.

In the summer of 1892, a young American zoological collector named Dean C.  Worcester was approached in the wilds of Mindoro Island, while at work, by Domingo Sanchez, a member of the Spanish Forestry Bureau. Sanchez, in great detail, told of a fabulous country in the Luzon northlands at an elevation of 5000 feet which had a perpetual temperate climate and was sometimes visited by frost.

Worcester, like all Americans suffering in the steamy lowlands of the archipelago, listened to the dream picture hopefully. Upon his return to Manila en route back to America, he browsed through Forestry archives and found enough about the truth of Sanchez’ shangri-la to whet his adventurous spirit.

Two years after Dewey’s guns silenced the Spaniards in Manila, Worcester reappeared as a member of the first Philippine Commission under the direction of Judge William Howard Taft.

In July 1900, Worcester and a party of curious Americans decided to explore the truthfulness of the Spaniard’s story and began the ascent to Baguio. In Washington, the then Secretary of War Ellihu Root was also watching hopefully. Almost every one in the party except the dogged and persistent Worcester was skeptical. Frost, pine trees, cool breezes...they no doubt grumbled under their shortening breaths as they toiled throu

gh the heat and dense jungle vegetation that gave the lie to Worcester’s hopes.

Until the globetrotter Frank G. Carpenter wrote, “all at once, within a space of 100 yards, the party left the tropics and found themselves in a region of pines carpeted by thick, short grass. At sunset, they looked down...on what is known as Trinidad Valley. That night, the most skeptical of the party, buried under blankets, acknowledged that Worcester’s faith in Domingo Sanchez had been j

ustified.”

When the Americans came into the Cordillera after Spain ceded the Philippines to the United States of America for $20,000,000 in the year 1898, they rejoiced in discovering these pine covered hills and the cool heights that were ideal for summer retreats from the smelting heat of the lowlands.

The wide low valley of Kafagway, a rancheria of 20 houses owned and headed by Ibaloi chieftain Mateo Cariño, was found in the year 1900. America then was just learning how to use the horseless buggy, while a village of Ibaloi Igorots, now known as the Benguets, were settled in their thatched huts in the area which is now Burnham Park.

Baguio was derived from the abundant moss-like green plants the indigenous inhabitants called Bigyiw or Bag-iw.

Also in the year 1900, the Americans established the first civil government in

Benguet. Kafagway which is now known as Baguio became the capital.

In a the report of the Philippine Commission of 1903, an America governor-general said, “By shifting a portion of those stationed in the lowlands to Baguio for a proper period, and the reverse, the term of duty of the of troops in the Philippines Islands could be much extended and consequent saving made in the cost of frequent transportation to and fro of troops from the United States to the islands.... moreover, the Government would not so frequently suffer the loss of service and efficiency of its employees on account of the effects of a tropical climate.”

Thus, on June 1, 1903, a resolution was passed by the American colonial government naming the town of Baguio the Summer Capital of the

Philippines. They built the Kennon Road and completed it in three years. It became the first road to connect Manila to the Mountain Province.

The city prospered in the years before World War II but was destroyed by the repeated bombings during liberation by the American air force who wanted to flush out the dreaded Japanese under Gen. Yamashita. From the ruins, Baguio rose into a commecial and industrial center of the Cordilleras.

On July 16, 1990, a great earthquake devastated the city, destroying many of its buildings and commercial establishments. A year later after the killer quake, Baguio has risen, a new city, proud of its rich heritage and legacy.

Today, Baguio City is a self-governing member of the Cordillera Autonomous Region (CAR). It is composed of the province of Abra, Benguet, Ifugao (where the famous Banaue Rice Terraces are located), Kalinga, Apayao, and Mountain Province.

-- by JACK & CHi, with excerpts from various
sources including a metal tablet at
the Igorot Steps, Upper Session Rd.,
Barrio Fiesta Restaurant

* * *

A fellow Flickr addict -- Roman "shexbeer" Sołowiej, of GDAŃSK, Poland, http://www.flickr.com/photos/shexbeer/2123766970/ and http://www.shexbeer2.blogspot.com -- posted photos from his vacation last year in UK. They stayed in Tutshill near JK Rowling’s country house.

 

He gave me permission to blog this photo.

Safe Sex Poems.

The Baguio Writers Group is mulling on giving away prizes for the safest and the sexiest poems during the poetry reading at Rumours Bar along Session Road, Baguio City on Dec. 1, Aids Day, at 9:30 pm.      

The audience may vote for which is the safest and which is the sexiest.                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                            Posporo Flower (ha-ha-ha!)
1.   Safe Sex by Donald Hall*                                    

<http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/264>

If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident

they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words;

if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire

only the tribute of another's cry; if they employ each other

as revenge on old lovers or families of entitlement and steel—

then there will be no betrayals, no letters returned unread,

no frenzy, no hurled words of permanent humiliation,

no trembling days, no vomit at midnight, no repeated

apparition of a body floating face-down at the pond's edge

 *From “White Apples and the Taste of Stone” Copyright (c) 2006 by Donald
Hall. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company.

 

2.   Safe Sex Sonnet by Mary Mila**

When reason calls to be set free
the mind need always fashion cause
and cloister want behind staid dress
though somehow, someday, we all face death.

When passion calls to be given reign
there's reason enough to stall
to check the flesh and rising blood
and clothe desire beneath a hood.

One avenue is straight and paved
another barely cleared.
Both seed and harvest need their season
and flesh and blood their time to leaven

**This just came out from Three Quarks Daily:
 

3.   Social Security by Terrence Winch

No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.
Even in the safety zones, it's not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.
Even things you lock up in a safe
are not safe. Never deposit anything
in a safe-deposit box, because it
won't be safe there. Nobody is safe
at home during baseball games anymore.

At night I go around in the dark
locking everything, returning
a few minutes later
to make sure I locked
everything. It's not safe here.
It's not safe and they know it.
People get hurt using safety pins.

It was not always this way.
Long ago, everyone felt safe. Aristotle
never felt danger. Herodotus felt danger
only when Xerxes was around. Young women
were afraid of wingèd dragons, but felt
relaxed otherwise. Timotheus, however,
was terrified of storms until he played
one on the flute. After that, everyone
was more afraid of him than of the violent
west wind, which was fine with Timotheus.
Euclid, full of music himself, believed only
that there was safety in numbers.

*********************************************

Press Release

*"Ribbed, Dotted or Strawberry: Poetry Reading on Safe Sex"*

The Baguio Writers Group and Ubbog (a group of young Cordillera writers)
will hold a poetry reading on safe sex Dec. 1 at 9:30 p.m. at Rumours Bar on
Session Road, Baguio City.

The event marks International AIDS Day. Entitled "Ribbed, Dotted or Strawberry," the reading features 10 poets who will celebrate sex and romance without life-changing results like pregnancy and STD.

Open-mike reading follows. Volunteer readers are welcome and encouraged not to be intimidated by the subject. Safe sex has a wide scope.

As one of the members said, it could just be gazing at the moon and thinking of the beloved. Or it can be as raunchy as torrid kissing, heavy petting, mutual masturbation. You may read your own stuff, read another's or heckle those whose idea this is.

The poems that will be read for the night include Ma. Luisa Igloria’s latest poem sent from Ragdale(USA) where she's on an artist's residency; she composed "Osculation Station" for the event, while Babeth Lolarga will read an excerpt from her long poem "From the Calendar of Anger."

Please text or email Babeth Lolarga if you'll be in the shortlist of 10 readers. Her number is 0916-242-1637.

The sponsors are Rumours, Philippine NGO Council on Health, Population and Welfare and DKT Philippines.

(From what's left of my 
 Personal Archive,
 written on said date:)


Oct. 29, 1999

Manila Standard

c/o Mr. DON REYES

BENGUET'S BACKYARD CEMETERIES

by Chi Balmaceda Gutierrez

   Baguio City-- Benguet Highlands hogged the headlines 
a few months back because of its famous ancient mummies, 
such as the almost-mythic Ibaloi warrior, Apo Anno. 

(see recent post -- 
http://chaddaw.multiply.com/photos/album/66/the_mummy>)

   The entry of Christianity into the matrix 
of the Cordillera's life and death rituals-- which were 
centered upon mummification and ancestor worship-- 
had put a stop to all that, rendering the mummies 

as relics of Cordillera's ancient past civilization.

   Unknown to many lowlanders, burying the dead within 
the house yard is also a prevalent practice up to now 
among the Ibaloi and Kankana-ey tribal descendants.

   It would surely dawn on the unwitting outsider as some 
kind of spooky, horror stuff, but it is a common site in 
the mountains to see white-washed tombs by the roadside. 
Beside family-owned cutflower gardens, private mines, 
vegetable patch or fields, and even right within the 
household domain -- ancestral graves could be found.

    For example, the remains of the Laoyan family ancestors, 
a famous Igorot family in La Trinidad, Benguet, could be found 
right within their living room, said Cordillera Resource Center's 
Paul Fianza and photojournalist Dave Chan Leprozo.

    In the mining district of Tuding in Itogon, the Moncado family 
has two stark white pantheons near their gold milling  workshop, 
right beside a bedroom window. Former DENR employee Bong Tuvera's 
father's grave is found right in front of the yard, while his 
grandmother's is in the backyard. The same with his neighbors like 
the Gamiaos and Segundos, as well as the nearby Sisters of the
Immaculate Heart of Mary which has a picturesque little convent 
cemetery bearing seven of its nuns' remains.

    Although there are communal Christian cemeteries now in the 

Cordilleras, Claire Alumno of Kabayan, a town very famous for its 

numerous burial caves said, "No member of our family has been 
buried in any Christian public cemetery, although I have no 
memory when the family stopped the practice of interment in the 
burial caves." 

    Kalinga's Marie Balwayan, 32, said the same thing about the 
practices in her hometown.

    As a way of coping with loss and pain, the highlanders still 
have a fairly strong belief in traditional customs. Last 
October 19, Baguio Gold District's Josie Tuling had her father 
exhumed. In a dream, the father said he felt uncomfortable with 
his blanket, and so Josie had the heirloom blanket changed. 
It was the second time they had ever excavated their patriarch's 
grave. The first time was when he complained in a another dream 
within this year that his grave was wet. Indeed, they found out 
that water was running through the burial site, and they had his 
grave transferred.

    Lowlander Linda Perez who used to own a bakery said, "When 

delivering bread in the hillside towns, I used to cringe with 
goose bumps seeing graves anywhere, but not anymore. I've gotten 
used to them. Even old-timer lowlanders have adopted to the 
custom."

    Gabby Pawid Keith, Mayor Mauricio Domogan's information 
officer, said that it was usually their lowlander-maids who 
found their backyard spooky. Their backyard cemetery along 
the Marcos Highway, which has four graves from four 
generations of the Pawid clan, was his playground as a child. 

    In fact, he added, "All Saints' Day is more important 
to us than Christmas day, because every Nov. 1, we get to 
have the biggest family reunion. It is very convenient 
and we don't get caught up in downtown traffic."

    Through the years, however, as the Benguet backyard 
burial practices seem to have crowded some neighborhoods, 
some commentaries over the radio have been heard. Jokes 
about fears of ghosts and even the issues of sanitation, 
gore and aesthetics were mentioned.

    "There is a national law -- but no local ordinance -- 
prohibiting the burying of the dead in residential areas," 
said Regional Health Department's OIC Susan Cabalda. 
"Are there any complaints?" she asked.
 

    It is not an issue at the moment, she said, as they 
have not received any complaint.-- end

                               * * *

I believe that there are ghosts.

That if you want to see them, it is just a matter of getting into that frequency of existence, that kind of dimension. But then, I cherish ghost experiences only with my loved ones.

In my life, I've had only two such lucid experiences -- and the ghost was that of my late husband who died at a very young age of 23.

He was just buried that day and, in the evening, I felt him hug me. The air that enveloped the room was cold, very cold -- the sort of coldness that is not of this world, but other- wordly. The details of the drama are in my diary.

Back then, I was an agnostic, a Marxist who only believed in Dialectical and Historical Materialism, a philosophy that didn't give weight to metaphysical stuff. I still believe that the best tool for analysis of society is Marxism, but I go beyond that now. My own metaphysical experiences have changed my own world views.

There is more to life than we know it.


For historical photos of ghosts, LINK--
http://www.knbc.com/slideshow/entertainment/14378935/detail.html?source=rss_offbeat

 

Author:  EROS  S. ATALIA

 

Nang Lapastanganin Sina Asyang Aswang

at Minyang Manananggal

Magkatabing nagpapahid ng langis sina Asyang at Minyang sa pusod ng sagingan. Nagkubli na parang nahihiya ang buwan sa nasasaksihan.

“Peste… talaga oh, akalain mo bang sa ganitong paraang pa tayo mabubuntis?” habang hinihimas ni Asyang ang tyan ng langis, “hanggang ngayong buwan na lang tayo pwede makapanila… masyado ng malaki ang tyan natin, mahihirapan na tayo.”

“Bwaka ng anghel na buhay talaga ‘to. Eh, akalain mo bang may magkainteres pa sa atin?” habang unti-unting humihiwalay ang pang-itaas sa pang-ibabang katawan ni Minyang na binibitbit ng kanyang malalapad na pakpak.

“Kasi ba naman… bakit ba naman eh. Nung iwan ko itong kaputol ko sa kamalig nina Mang Ute, di ko akalaing pakikialaman ito ng anak niyang sinto-sinto. Lapain ko tuloy sa galit.”

“Buti ka nga at kahit sinto-sinto eh tao ang ama ng anak mo. Eh ako?” gigil ang tinig ni Asyang samantalang lumilitaw na ang makakapal nitong buhok at balahibo, mahahabang mga pangil at matatalim na mga kuko.

“Ha? Bakit… sino ba ang ama nyan?” ang nguso ni Minyang sa sinapupunan ng kaibigang aswang.

“Noong hinahabol ako ng ronda, nagsa-aso ako at agad na pumasok sa bakuran ni Kapitan… Akalain ko bang sangkatutak ang mga Doberman doon?”

 

A very very short short story -- otherwise known as flash fiction, quick fic, etc. --
a sample of new writing from young Filipino writers. Orther title,”Mula sa Kopi Teybol Dedbol Buk”:

SOURCE:

http://www.panitikan.com.ph/fiction/mulasakopteyboldedbolbuk.htm

This is a story from the University of the Philippines(Diliman)
about a young college girl who passed away last month.
Her name was Summera. She was hit by a dumper truck.

She had a boyfriend named Arif. Both of them were true lovers.
They always hung on the phone.
You could never see her without her cell phone.

In fact, she also changed her phone from Smart to Globe,
so both of them can be on the same network,
and save on the cost and get good network coverage.
She spent half day talking with Arif.

Summera's family knew about their relationship.
Arif was very close with Summera's family.(just imagine their love)

Then one day Arif went to Batangas for his grandmother's problem.

Before Summera's passed away she always told her friends,
"If I pass away please bury me with my cell phone."
She also said the same thing to her parents.

After her death, people couldn't carry her coffin (I was there).
A lot of them tried to do so but still couldn't, everybody including
my father, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is same.

Eventually, they called a Feng Shui Master.
He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.

After a few minutes, he said:
"This girl misses something here".
Then her friends told the Master about her intentions to bury her with
her cell phone. He then opened the coffin and places her phone and
SIM card inside the casket.

After that, they tried to carry the coffin.
It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily.
All of us were shocked.

Summera's family did not inform Arif that Summera's had passed away.

After 2 weeks Arif called Summera's mom Arif: "Im coming home today.
Cook something nice for me please? Don't tell Summera that I'm coming home
today, I wanna surprise her."

Her mother replied.."You come home first, I wanna tell you something
very important".

After he came, they told him the truth about Summera.
Arif thought that were playing a fool.
He was laughing and said...
"Don't try to fool me - tell Summera to come out, I have a gift for
her so please stop this nonsense!"

Then they showed him her grave.
He said... " It's not true. We spoke yesterday. She still calls me."

Arif was shaking. Suddenly, his phone rang.
"See this is from Summera, see this.."

He showed the phone to Summera's family.
All of them told him to answer the phone.
He talked using loudspeaker mode.
All of them heard his conversation.
Load and clear, no cross lines, no humming.

It was the actual voice of Summera and there was no way others could
use her SIM card since it was nailed inside the coffin.
They were so shocked and asked for the Feng Shui Master's help again.
The master brought his co-master to solve this matter.
He and his co-master worker for 5 hours.
Then they discovered one thing...

Globe has the best coverage. Where
ever you go, their network
follows...ANG LAKAS MO SA GLOBE EH!!!;)

* * *

 

HULING PAALAM
ni Joseph "Jose Velarde" Estrada
(Pasintabi kay Dr. Jose Rizal)

Adios bayang aking pinagnakawan,
Paalam bayang binusabos ng aking mga kaibigan.
Mutyang dinusta't hinalay ni Atong Ang.
Aalis akong batbat ng puna't kahihiyang
Isinabit ni Chavit, alang kwentang tsokaran!

Sa malawak na lansangan mula Edsa't Mendiola,
Sambayanang galit ay nag-aalsa na,
Sumisigaw silang ako'y mag-resign na
At kung magmamaugas ako'y sisipain nila
Sa kangkungan pupuluting tila mabahong basura.

Ako'y namamaalam upang dilira ay mapawi,
Sa bayang ito na sobra nang sawi.
Baka sakaling ekonomya'y makabawi
Kapag nawala na mga barkada't kroni,
At mga kalaguyong kagaya ni Laarni.

Simula't sapul ako'y may simpleng pangarap
Kuwarta't babae, mga mansion ako'y makakalap
Kaya naman lubos-lubos aking pagsisikap.
Walang inatupag kundi ang pangongotong,
Sa huweteng at two-ball, Abu Sayaff at kuratong.

Kaya nang nahalal na maging pangulo,
Tinipon ang barkada, kakosa't kalaguyo
Tuwing hatinggabi sa pag-uuntugang baso
Tampok sa usapan paano mapagkwartahan
Buwis sa tabako, negosyo at pasugalan.

Ngunit lintik ka Chavit, bakit mo ako isinabit-?
Himutok ng dibdib lalong naging masakit
Nang nabistong si Atong pala ay nangupit.
Programa ko sa pabahay tuloy ay nabisto
Di sa mahihirap, kundi sa mga kabit ko.

Pa-impeach-impeach pa kayo, 'nong akala n'yo?
Sa senado kaya kayo ay mananalo?
Sa impeachment trial di kayo nakasisiguro
Gaano man kabigat ng saksi ng prosekyusyon
Alang kwenta lahat pagdating ng resolusyon.

Labing-isang senador nasa aking panig!
Kung gusto'y pangalanan ko pa aking mga kabig:
Si John at Tessie na lisa ang bibig,
Tig-sangmilyong balato, ayos na ang buto-buto
Alang kaduda-duda kung kangino sila boboto.

Naririyan si Miriam, aking pambato,
Hindi umuurong kahit na kangino, '
Huwag lang sindakin ng biglaang demo.
Si Manong Johnny Enrile at bataang Honasan
Mga kakamping lagi kong maaasahan.

Si Niki Coseteng na umalis kunwari,
Tulad ni Tatad na sa partido koy bumatsi
Ngunit yan ay bahagi lamang ng panlalansi
Sina Kit at Niki tiyak sa akin papanig
Sa katotohanan ay hindi sila makikinig.

Kay Tito Soto ay tiyak-tiyak na ako,
Kay Ka Blas ay hindi rin ako kabado,
Kay Ramon Revilla, itaga n'yo na sa bato.
Si Jawo ang dapat na bantayan ng kalaban.
Kapag nag-three point shot, tapos na ang laban.

Yang impeachment ay para ring sugalan,
Numero lamang ang pinaglalabanan.
At sa numero't sugal kami ay namber wan,
Tiyak na tiyak ako sa aking labing-isa,
Kahit na anupamang gawing balasa.

Ngunit ang aking lubos na ikinakaba
Ay ang lansangang dumadamba.
Protesta ng sambayanan patuloy na rumaragasa
Sigaw ng mamamayan dapat ay mag-resign na,
Patatalsikin kapag di kusang bumaba.

Nasaan na kayo mga dati kong kasangga?
Ano't iniwan akong nagdurusa?
Atong Ang, nasaan ka hayop ka?
Pareng FPJ, parang awa mo na,
Saklolo Danding, Tan, Maceda, Imelda at iba pa.

Kaya bago abutan ng bayang nagngangalit
Baka sakaling pupuwede pang makapuslit.
Paalam masang aking pinagtaksilan,
Paalam sa bayang pinangakuan ko ng kasaganaan,
Bakit kasi kayo naniwala sa aking islogan?

Paalam na rin sa iyo Loi, aking namber wan
Alam ko namang tiyak na ako'y iyong iiwan.
Jinggoy, Jude, JV, mga anak sa loob at labas,
magpaalam na rin kayo.
mga kroni, kakosa, kainuman, kasugalan, kalaguyo
Pare-pareho na tayohg pupulutin sa kangkungan!

    A MIRACLE material for the 21st century could protect your home against bomb blasts, mop up oil spillages and even help man to fly to Mars.

   Aerogel, one of the world’s lightest solids, can withstand a direct blast of 1kg of dynamite and protect against heat from a blowtorch at more than 1,300C.

   Scientists are working to discover new applications for the substance, ranging from the next generation of tennis rackets to super-insulated space suits for a manned mission to Mars.

Click LINK for more:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/science/article2284349.ece

    A MIRACLE material for the 21st century could protect your home against bomb blasts, mop up oil spillages and even help man to fly to Mars.

   Aerogel, one of the world’s lightest solids, can withstand a direct blast of 1kg of dynamite and protect against heat from a blowtorch at more than 1,300C.

   Scientists are working to discover new applications for the substance, ranging from the next generation of tennis rackets to super-insulated space suits for a manned mission to Mars.

Click LINK for more:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/science/article2284349.ece

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