Hair Loss

My dad was asking me if I know where to find some hair loss treatment reviews site. He is planning to get one because his thick hair is starting to fall off. At the age of sixty, he still got a thick hair. And now that they are starting to fall, he feels conscious about it. I told him, I can ask my dermatologist friend about it and ask if she can recommend someone who can help my dad.

The Veggie Life

As I am surfing the net I encountered this veggie poem. It’s great to share it with you.

The Veggie Life
by Michael Steffen

Cabbages, beans and bell peppers vie
for the glossy centerfold of Nature’s Hand

where this month the vulgar Hubbard squash
reclines with succotash of questionable origin.

I’ve grown to prize passivity; I’ve learned the word
“vegetable” comes from Medieval Latin—

vegetabilis, and vegetare which means “to animate, to grow,”
though I can think of half a dozen ways to squander

an afternoon as Destry Rides Again, Dietrich and Stewart…
and my doctor friend Lenny who calls to tell me

that broccoli has a nervous system, that it suffers
when you pick it. If form follows function,

it stands to reason that pain is the fate of all “brainy” things—
cauliflower, coral and raspberry clumps, the florets that sizzle

in my spiced tahini. I’ve heard potatoes
described as “thuggy and plotless,” but never “aristocratic”

as it says on page seven’s “The Stately Spud,”
where tubers possess an enviable pedigree,

popular back to 4000 b.c. when Incas made urns
in the shape of russets—

long reds, round reds and Yukon Golds,
best for sautéing, excellent in frittatas.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for ambition,
but some days I’d rather steep in my own kettle.

Give me chamomile, cowboys, cornelian cherries.
Let me sink, once again, into purposeless sleep.

from http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=30180