@thijszonneveld Eén grote stemmingmakerij tegen de UCI; de ploeg zegt dat het goed was…. Al een foto of video van de teammeting gezien? Schommelende gewichten? Allemaal beneden de 6,8. Je kan discussiëren over de straf; maar dat is een reden voor de ploeg om niet de grens op te zoeken…🤔
Enkele larven uit een met #NemasysOutdoor behandeld perceel #uien met hoge druk uienvlieg gehaald, om te kijken wat het doet.
Goede werking; de aaltjes zijn keurig terug te vinden in de larven van de #uienvlieg.
Is het anders groter dan?
Gezien de vierkantemeterprijzen zou ik het veld ook zo klein mogelijk houden. Zit een veld vaker tegen de maximale grootte dan?
Ieren verkleinen veld voor duel met Oranje: 'Als ze denken dat ze zo kunnen winnen...' /via @NOSsport https://t.co/9LZgaNacTf
En hoe zit het in die wijken met leefstijl? Zaken als roken, drinken, drugs, etc. 🤷♂️
Meer problemen rond geboorten in kwetsbare wijken /via @NOS https://t.co/jSxFyHw2ul
@RienBol48@john_witkamp Ik ook niet; maar met de juiste instellingen en radiatorventilatoren lukte het ook om met de gaskachel op lage temperatuur te verwarmen. Alleen vanwege het verbeterde comfort in huis al een aanrader… En ik woon ook maar in een jaren zeventig snelbouwwoning
Let's check in on Gerald, who has now been informed he should be replaced by lentils.
A new report recommends we get our protein from pulses instead of cattle. Cleaner, we are told. More efficient. Let's run Gerald against the lentil over a single day and see how the lentil gets on.
6:10am - Gerald wakes in permanent pasture that has not been ploughed since the eighteenth century. He begins eating grass. The grass is inedible to humans, to lentils, and to the report's authors. Gerald is the only party present who can do anything with it.
6:11am - The lentil, meanwhile, does not wake, because the lentil has never once in its career done anything under its own power. The lentil is in a bag. The lentil's entire contribution to the morning is to sit in a cupboard being beige, having been grown on flat, fertile, well-drained arable land, then shipped to Herefordshire from Saskatchewan, because the report admires the lentil's low footprint and would prefer you did not ask about the boat.
9:00am - Gerald grazes the slope. The lentil could not grow on this slope if its life depended on it, and its life routinely does. The lentil wants the good field. The prime arable field. The exact field you also wanted for human crops. Gerald is on the hill nothing else will touch. The lentil is queuing for the best ground in the country and calling this thrift.
10:30am - To become the protein the report so admires, the lentil now demands service. It must be soaked. Then it must be boiled for the better part of an hour, burning the very energy the report was so worried about, because raw it comes armed with lectins and phytates, having brought its own anti-nutrients to the meal specifically to block the minerals it is pretending to provide. Gerald's preparation requirements are a rumen and some thin November sun.
11:00am - Gerald produces manure. Dung beetles arrive within the hour. A wheatear works the short turf behind him. The lentil, after its soak and its boil and its hour of your life, produces a modest bowl of mush, an incomplete protein notably short on methionine, iron your body can barely unlock, no B12, no creatine, no taurine, and a social atmosphere best described as "challenging."
1:00pm - Gerald lies down, having turned a hillside of cellulose into complete protein, fertilised the ground, built the soil, and fed a small economy of insects he never agreed to support. The lentil is still soaking. It will be soaking for some time. It is, by every honest measure, the neediest thing in the entire food system.
By all means eat the lentil. It has its place, in a curry, propped up by spices doing the work it cannot do alone. But the lentil needed a passport, a saucepan, and an hour of your afternoon, and still could not assemble a usable protein without help. Gerald did the lot before lunch, on a hill that has no other use, and asked for nothing but the rain.
He always was.
Brown rice is what you order when you want the waiter to know you have made peace with joylessness in exchange for health points. The arsenic is the twist nobody puts on the menu.
Rice has a problem unique among grains. It grows in flooded paddies, sitting in standing water for months, and it draws arsenic out of the soil roughly ten times more eagerly than wheat or barley. That arsenic concentrates in the bran, the grain's outer layer. White rice has the bran polished off. Brown rice keeps it, because the bran is where the fibre and minerals live. It is also, inconveniently, where the arsenic lives.
A 2025 analysis found brown rice carries around 24% more total arsenic and 40% more inorganic arsenic, the form classed as a known human carcinogen, than white. You upgraded to the wholegrain and quietly upgraded your carcinogen dose along with it.
Then the ecology, which nobody ever pins on rice, because rice looks so very innocent. Those flooded paddies are anaerobic, and the microbes thriving in them belch methane on an industrial scale. Rice cultivation produces something like 10% of all human methane emissions and roughly a fifth of agricultural methane. Cattle get filmed for documentaries about their burps. Rice quietly produces a tenth of the world's methane while flooding entire landscapes and hoarding arsenic, then takes its place in the salad bar wearing a wellness halo.
Cows are dragged through the climate courts every week. The rice paddy, doing serious damage of its own, sits in your grain bowl with the expression of something that has never done anything wrong in its life. Curious, isn't it, which foods we decide to interrogate.
@RienBol48@john_witkamp Ik verbruikte ook 800 kuub; maar dat is ver onder het gemiddelde waarop die €100 is gebaseerd….. En het net is nog niet ingestort nadat ik m’n warmtepomp zonder aanpassing aan m’n aansluiting installeerde!💪
Wakker Dier, de grootste liegebeesten van Nederland.
Eén op de vier koeien zou “strompelen”?
Zelfs de Reclame Code Commissie zegt dat de beweringen van WD mank gaan.
Het spotje kreupelt harder dan koeien ooit deden.
De waarheid hinkt niet – Wakker Dier wel 🤮
Tja; je kan idd ook gewoon de instructies van de politie opvolgen.
Agent over geweld tegen vrouw Zeist: 'Had anders gehandeld als ik wist dat ze zwanger was' /via @NOS https://t.co/IQc3irCf4R
@KutayOzunlu@ceydakbulut8 De derde meting had ook nóg 50 gram lager kunnen zijn; dan was de fiets bijna 100 gram te licht geweest en dus geen enkele discussie. Hoevaak moet je een meting herhalen en wat is dan de juiste? Of neem je het gemiddelde?
Insectenpopulaties krimpen door verstedelijking en minder inheemse planten.
Ook biologische telers gebruiken gif, ook al is het ‘biologisch’, maar dan is het veel breder werkend waardoor biologische middelen zelfs meer schade aanrichten aan de natuur buiten plaaginsecten om.