August 2005

Excerpted from a post by Hare Krsna dasi to the Cow discussion group on PAMHO.

“There was an interesting documentary on the PBS show “Nature” on Sunday night, called “Holy Cow.” It looked at different aspects of cows in different cultures around the world. It looked at both positive and negative things. It talked about the pollution caused by industrial cattle raising, and the environmentally preferable methods of modern grass pasture management…”

“I did not agree with all of it, and was disappointed that there wasn’t more about the value of ox power — and that no great civilization on earth has ever been established without the engine of ox power, whether China, India or Rennaisance Europe…”

Here is a link to the website about the show. It is possible to buy a copy of the video. Sometimes these shows rotate back thru so check local schedules.

PBS special on the Holy Cow

About 8,000 years ago, the relationship between cows and man began with the revolutionary advent of domestication in Mesopotamia, the Indus River Valley, and Africa. There were many possible candidates for the job but only the cow fit the specific criteria humankind needed: not too flighty, breeds well in captivity, grows at a good pace, not aggressive, requires a low maintenance diet. Our ancestors chose wisely: Cows provide just about all of our basic needs, from milk and meat to muscle.

Today there are about 1.5 billion cows in the world. In many different countries humans and cows have formed close relationships. In England, dairy farmer Mark Evans spends all of his waking time with his cows, milking, feeding, and otherwise nurturing them. The African Masai tribe believes that all cattle were given to them from the great god N’gai at the beginning of time — a belief which today remains at the heart of their culture. India is home to a quarter of the world’s cow population. One major reason for this is that India’s majority Hindu community reveres cows and considers them to be “second mothers.”

NATURE explores how we’ve changed the cow and how the cow has changed us.


Okay, so maybe I AM obsessing a little with the comic strip generator. I have no technical skills so when an easy way to do something comes along, I can’t help playing with it. My daughter advised me on how to capture the content from the Strip Generator. I clicked on the Print Screen key (just to the right of F12) then pasted it into Word. From there, thru a contorted series of programs and saving and copying to, I eventually got it into a .jpg format. Has to be an easier way. Will try something different tomorrow, but at least I know it can be done.

Click on cartoon to see it full size.

I think what this movement needs is a good cartoonist. It won’t be me. I found this Strip Generator today so I had to play around, naturally. Unfortunately, I was unable to figure how to get the content off the website so I have to link to what I did.

Gosh’s First Comic Strip

Welcome anyone surfing in from Chakra. The piece of mine that was published there is actually a poem, with line breaks. I have brought to their attention that the line breaks had been stripped out. Perhaps by the time you read this it will be corrected. If not, it can be found in this blog by scrolling down (may have to open August Archives) or clicking “Dedication.”

Just copying and pasting from an e mail will drop line breaks. I am grateful for having it published, with or without line breaks.

Why would I care if the line breaks were included? The following link would serve as an answer better than anything I could say: Easy Intro to Line Breaks

For anyone with a real intensity to learn: Denise Levertov “On the Function of the Line” A much denser read.

munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand

They taste good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her

You can see it by
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand

a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her

“the withness of the body” –Whitehead

The heavy bear who goes with me,
A manifold honey to smear his face,
Clumsy and lumbering here and there,
The central ton of every place,
The hungry beating brutish one
In love with candy, anger, and sleep,
Crazy factotum, disheveling all,
Climbs the building, kicks the football,
Boxes his brother in the hate-ridden city.

Breathing at my side, that heavy animal,
That heavy bear who sleeps with me,
Howls in his sleep for a world of sugar,
A sweetness intimate as the water’s clasp,
Howls in his sleep because the tight-rope
Trembles and shows the darkness beneath.
–The strutting show-off is terrified,
Dressed in his dress-suit, bulging his pants,
Trembles to think that his quivering meat
Must finally wince to nothing at all.

That inescapable animal walks with me,
Has followed me since the black womb held,
Moves where I move, distorting my gesture,
A caricature, a swollen shadow,
A stupid clown of the spirit’s motive,
Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness,
The secret life of belly and bone,
Opaque, too near, my private, yet unknown,
Stretches to embrace the very dear
With whom I would walk without him near,
Touches her grossly, although a word
Would bare my heart and make me clear,
Stumbles, flounders, and strives to be fed
Dragging me with him in his mouthing care,
Amid the hundred million of his kind,
the scrimmage of appetite everywhere.

Here is the website for an event being planned next June in New Vrindaban by the worldwide network of second generation devotees. The site gives the basics of when and where, and seems also to be serving as a hub for pre-event planning. They need help and donations.

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