For many years, I've had an abiding interest in herbal and traditional medicines. Maybe it's genetic.
My great, great, great grandfather, Gideon Linscom, was the first European doctor in Texas. He spent a good part of his life studying and recording the traditional medicine of the Kickapoo and Comanche indians. His papers are in the University of Texas archives today. His efforts garnered him the crossed arrows, meaning friend and protector. That honor is still conferred on my family and recognized by, among others, the Lipan Apache.
I spent a couple of years studying herbal medicine with a curandera in New Mexico. There are a number of maladies I can literally cure with leaves and tree bark and flowers. For instance, if you have a bad case of diarrhea, make some tea with those big, giant cockle burs you find all over the southwest US. It's a bit bitter, but it will stop you up like a cork in a bottle.
Along these lines, I've been learning bits and pieces of Indonesian home remedies. As a general category, they are referred to as jamu. There's a whole range of things that fall under this classification, and every once in a while the government issues dire warnings about jamu, I suspect because someone got a healthy bribe from the pharmaceutical industry. Just like when Bill Gates came and paid off a bunch of officials. Now they steal people's laptops for not having registered copies of Microsoft products. Thank God for Ubuntu and OpenOffice. Jerk.
Anyway, there's a lot of interesting lore and folk medicine to be found around these parts. And what brings all this up is the fact that I'm fighting off a winter cold (in a land without winter), and one of our great readers sent in a rather scary tale.
She was laid out with a "mysterious" disease that caused a repeating fever spike, delirium and various other unpleasant effects. She reports going on gambling outings (not a usual activity) and shopping, bringing home boxes of items that she's found around the house. The only memory she has of all this is a vague, dreamlike recollection of a casino.
This sounds to me like malaria, though she lives in Oklahoma. Not a place you'd expect tropical diseases. But then, not a place you'd expect earthquake swarms, either. Anyway, I recalled that the gin-and-tonic was invented by British occupying forces in India. The bark of a certain tree produces quinine, which is used to make tonic water. Drinking tonic water regularly wards off the disease, and is a very effective cure, as well. Mix with your favorite gin, which itself is a medicinal concoction of berries, flowers and juniper leaves, add a wedge of lime for Vitamin C, and you have a fairly effective medicine for malaria, that has the benefit of give you a buzz, while you're at it.
The world is full of medicines like this. Aspirin comes from the bark of the yew tree. Marijuana has been used for millennia as a pain remedy, anti-stress benefits, great for the eyes and brain, and has a number of well-known side benefits. Cocaine is a very effective pain relievers and puts a spring in your step. The leaves have been chewed for as long as anyone cares to remember, for the same reason folks drink coffee.
The list goes on, of course. In fact, most pharmaceuticals originated as herbal medicines. However, being the evil, greedy jerks they are, they extracted the key ingredients, made them artificially, and then patented them. Then they bribe governments to make the original plant illegal so only they can profit from the health benefits. Jerks.
In almost every case, though, the natural substance is far more effective and healthful than the artificial constructs. Sure, they isolate the active ingredient, but that ignores all the other natural effects inherent in the plant itself. Where Big Pharma gets away with their crap is things like double-blind testing and other statistical falderal that gives them the air of sophistication and science. It completely ignores the fact that the chemicals were discovered centuries ago and tested over all that time, with recipes being perfected over generations.
Back to jamu, it's quite a performance. The most common forms of jamu are sold by women with large baskets on their backs. In the center section is a thermos with hot water and a couple of glasses. Arranged around the outside are a dozen bottles of eucalyptus oil, mustard paste, various powders and seeds and other extracts. You explain your malady to her, and she proceeds to mix up the appropriate concoction. Got a cough? A dark brown liquid reeking of menthol. Feeling tired and run down? An orange liquid with mustard paste in the bottom. Need a boost in the marital bedroom? A foul-tasting greenish-brown liquid. And all quite effective, I might add. After drinking the potion, she refills the glass with warm water so that you can get every last grain and drop, and wash the whole thing down.
Even doctors here often prescribe herbals and home remedies. For one thing, they are much cheaper than the Vultuers' poisons, and most folk here trust the potions much more than the Big Pharma pill-popping. Vitamins and supplements are a big business here. People are also more likely to drink fresh fruit and vegetable juices.
My wife went out and plunked down a couple of big ones on a fancy juicer after getting a nicely designed and printed recipe flier with various juices for various health effects. One is for general health, another for cholesterol, another for digestive health, and so on. It makes no difference that I eat hot peppers like candy, my blood pressure is textbook perfect, and one time, about ten years ago, my triglycerides got pretty close to the upper limit. The only thing wrong with me is I'm blind and my ears ring like Sunday in Paris.
But the juices are pretty good, so I drink them without complaint.
I attribute my overall good health to the fact that I've been taking supplements for decades, and I use a lot of rosemary and oregano when I cook (fresh of course). Oregano, especially, is very good at preventing bacterial infections and cleaning out the blood. In fact, other than the whole MS thing, I usually don't get sick at all. The one exception is that every year in November or December, I get a cold. It's like clockwork. Even living in the land of eternal summer. I also tend to gain weight precipitously this time of year. Haven't been able to shake my body's seasonal time table.
My one major concession to Big Pharma is aspirin. Aspirin has been my friend and companion all my life, long before they found out it's good for more than just headaches. I've used it for pain, sunburn, overheating, and just every day health, to open the blood vessels and get oxygen to the cells. Once in a while, I resort to anti-biotics, particularly since I'm susceptible to sinus infections, though I generally try to avoid them, preferring my body to do its job.
When it comes to herbal and folk medicine, I've found it wise to follow the local customs. Each region has its own list of problems, and the locals have the ways and means, learns over uncounted generations, to deal with them. I learned early on that chewing guava leaf prevents and cures dengue fever. I picked up the habit of grabbing a leaf or two as I walked through the market, and chewing on it for an hour or so. Can't really say if it has helped, but I know six other expats who've been stricken in the past four years, needing hospitalization for a week and coming close to death's door. I've noticed that mosquitoes don't even land on me. Connection with guava leaf? Who knows? But I'm dengue-free, so far.
I also like gin and tonic, and I've never had malaria. You decide.
It's difficult to eat enough veggies and fruits to get the health benefits, which is why juicing is so effective. You can fit a lot of fruits and veggies in an 8 oz. glass, when they're liquefied. Certainly, taking your supplements is de rigeur. And study up on medicinal plants that grow wild in your local area. You'd be amazed at what you can treat out of your own back yard. Not only will it save you money, stop feeding the Big Pharma greed machine, and be much better for you, but if society collapsed tomorrow, you'd have a valuable skill to trade on.
It's a lost art, and one well worth re-learning. I just wish the damn juicers weren't so expensive! It's time for me to get kerikan to deal with my masuk angin. I'll reek of kayu putih, but it makes my wife happy, and it really works.
To your health!
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7.12.11
6.12.10
Bits And Pieces
If you're a new reader, then Bits And Pieces are occasional articles where I just list some random observations that haven't yet become full-length stories. Generally, they are notes about life in Indonesia, which, believe me, is a trip in itself. Here goes, in no particular order...
Indonesians aren't big pet people. In a country where most people over 30 didn't own a pair of shoes until they were adults, having extra mouths to feed is just plain luxury. The most common pets I have encountered are turtles, I assume because they are quiet, don't poop a lot and don't eat a lot.
Cats are pretty popular, as far as that goes. Cats are mostly semi-wild, though, and wander the streets keeping an eye on the rat population. I was adopted by a kitten that was born on my porch. She's less than a year old and already in the family way herself. I do know a handful of people that keep pedigree cats, but they are not like house pets. Instead, they are kept in cages like birds or conversation pieces.
Strangely, about 80% of all cats in Indonesia have malformed tails. At first, I thought it was some kind of purposeful modification, like Doberman Pinsers, or a weird delicacy like cat tail soup. Tuns out it's just a peculiar defect, since I imagine the population of the islands is pretty isolated and inbred.
Dogs are almost unheard of, since Muslims concider them haram, or unclean, especially the saliva. Most of the dogs I know are not pets but food. A number of groups, including the Batak, Manadonese, Koreans, and Chinese, consider dog a delicacy. Having tried it, I must say that it's not bad, though I found it a bit chewy and bony for my taste. However, it is usually prepared very spicy, and that part I liked quite well.
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Indonesian culture views the liver, hati, in the same way Westerners view the heart. Where we use expressions like 'heart-to=heart,' 'have a heart,' 'the heart of the matter,' and so forth, Indonesians say things like, hati-hati for take care or be careful, di dalam hati, which literally means 'inside the liver,' but means the same as 'say to one's self.' Perhatian means 'attention,' and memperhatikan is the verb 'to take notice of' or 'be aware of.' Iri hati (jealous liver) is to covet, while berhati buruk (worn-out liver) is to be evil-minded.
There are literally dozens of expressions that refer various emotions directly back to the liver. What makes in interesting comparason is how Westerners view the liver. It is usually considered the seat of vile emotions and anger. We use expressions like, lily-livered, bile and gall, as well as calling someone 'yellow' or jaundiced when they are cowardly.
This language stuff gives me hours of entertainment...
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One thing that will absolutely panic an Indonesian is getting rain on the tops of their heads. If caught in a downpour without an unbrella, they will take any object to hand to cover the very top of their heads. In the same way Western mothers warn about wet feet, having rain fall on the top of your head makes you pusing, or dizzy/light-headed. It doesn't matter if it is a Biblical flood or the barest of drizzles, one must cover the top of the head.
No explanation why, when the average Indonesian takes two to three showers a day, it doesn't have the same effect as rainwater.
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Another common malady here is masuk angin, or 'wind enters.' There is a multi-million dollar industry built up over this one thing. It is blamed for any number of problems, such as stiff muscles, chills, headaches, colds, indigestion, and any of a dozen other common complaints.
One of the most entertaining events to the foreigner is watching masuk angin being treated. It usually begins with a massage, primarily around the neck and shoulders, using eucalyptus oil, or hayu putih (white wood). During this process, both parties sound like mating frogs, belching and farting with abandon.
This massage is followed by gerukan, or scratching. This is done with an object, traditionally a kind of sea sheel, but more commonly now with a coin. The edge is used to repeatedly scratch lines acros the back until they turn dark red. The color signifies that the 'wind' is being released, the darker the better. One must take care to do this right, or the wind will re-enter and the situation will be worse than before.
You can always tell when someone has been thusly treated: they reek like a eucalyptus forest and look like they've been flogged.
There is also a great many products, usually drunk, that reputedly cure masuk angin. There's Tolak Angin, or 'wind away,' which is a rather foul tea. There's Antangin, which is a more scientific formulation with menthol and other herbs in an orange-flavored matrix. There are various jamu, or traditional home remedies.
Nevertheless, there's a million dollar idea waiting to be had here. The person who comes up with a sure-fire prevention for wind will spend his or her life in the lap of luxury.
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There are many oxymorons in the Indonesian language, things like high-speed internet, air quality and fresh water. But one that is NOT on this list, at least here, is jumbo shrimp.
I was absolutely floored the first time I saw what they commonly call prawns. These suckers are the biggest damn shrimp I have ever seen! Some examples I have personally eaten would put a Maine lobster to shame.
These suckers are green and an average specimen can weigh in at about a pound EACH. I mean, imagine a meal in which there is only one shrimp on your plate, and it's enough! They look just like your average Gulf white shrimp, but using a magnifying glass.
I'm not talking about Thai tiger shrimp that are becoming popular in the States. Those are respectable, to be sure, at 5-10/pound. But these boogers got 'em beat! Using the common scale back home (10-15, 15-20, etc.), these would be labelled 1-2. They are delicious, and if you're a shrimp lover, then this is Nirvana, to be sure.
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Well, that's it for now. All this talk of shrimp makes me want to run up to the market and get one. I invite readers to send in questions or comments about anything they read here. I've gotten some fascinating email, and I always anwer, even if I'm a little slow sometimes. If there's a topic you'd like to know more about, just let me know and I'll gladly bang out a future column on the topic.
Thanks for tuning in and sampai jumpa!
Indonesians aren't big pet people. In a country where most people over 30 didn't own a pair of shoes until they were adults, having extra mouths to feed is just plain luxury. The most common pets I have encountered are turtles, I assume because they are quiet, don't poop a lot and don't eat a lot.
Cats are pretty popular, as far as that goes. Cats are mostly semi-wild, though, and wander the streets keeping an eye on the rat population. I was adopted by a kitten that was born on my porch. She's less than a year old and already in the family way herself. I do know a handful of people that keep pedigree cats, but they are not like house pets. Instead, they are kept in cages like birds or conversation pieces.
Strangely, about 80% of all cats in Indonesia have malformed tails. At first, I thought it was some kind of purposeful modification, like Doberman Pinsers, or a weird delicacy like cat tail soup. Tuns out it's just a peculiar defect, since I imagine the population of the islands is pretty isolated and inbred.
Dogs are almost unheard of, since Muslims concider them haram, or unclean, especially the saliva. Most of the dogs I know are not pets but food. A number of groups, including the Batak, Manadonese, Koreans, and Chinese, consider dog a delicacy. Having tried it, I must say that it's not bad, though I found it a bit chewy and bony for my taste. However, it is usually prepared very spicy, and that part I liked quite well.
---
Indonesian culture views the liver, hati, in the same way Westerners view the heart. Where we use expressions like 'heart-to=heart,' 'have a heart,' 'the heart of the matter,' and so forth, Indonesians say things like, hati-hati for take care or be careful, di dalam hati, which literally means 'inside the liver,' but means the same as 'say to one's self.' Perhatian means 'attention,' and memperhatikan is the verb 'to take notice of' or 'be aware of.' Iri hati (jealous liver) is to covet, while berhati buruk (worn-out liver) is to be evil-minded.
There are literally dozens of expressions that refer various emotions directly back to the liver. What makes in interesting comparason is how Westerners view the liver. It is usually considered the seat of vile emotions and anger. We use expressions like, lily-livered, bile and gall, as well as calling someone 'yellow' or jaundiced when they are cowardly.
This language stuff gives me hours of entertainment...
---
One thing that will absolutely panic an Indonesian is getting rain on the tops of their heads. If caught in a downpour without an unbrella, they will take any object to hand to cover the very top of their heads. In the same way Western mothers warn about wet feet, having rain fall on the top of your head makes you pusing, or dizzy/light-headed. It doesn't matter if it is a Biblical flood or the barest of drizzles, one must cover the top of the head.
No explanation why, when the average Indonesian takes two to three showers a day, it doesn't have the same effect as rainwater.
---
Another common malady here is masuk angin, or 'wind enters.' There is a multi-million dollar industry built up over this one thing. It is blamed for any number of problems, such as stiff muscles, chills, headaches, colds, indigestion, and any of a dozen other common complaints.
One of the most entertaining events to the foreigner is watching masuk angin being treated. It usually begins with a massage, primarily around the neck and shoulders, using eucalyptus oil, or hayu putih (white wood). During this process, both parties sound like mating frogs, belching and farting with abandon.
This massage is followed by gerukan, or scratching. This is done with an object, traditionally a kind of sea sheel, but more commonly now with a coin. The edge is used to repeatedly scratch lines acros the back until they turn dark red. The color signifies that the 'wind' is being released, the darker the better. One must take care to do this right, or the wind will re-enter and the situation will be worse than before.
You can always tell when someone has been thusly treated: they reek like a eucalyptus forest and look like they've been flogged.
There is also a great many products, usually drunk, that reputedly cure masuk angin. There's Tolak Angin, or 'wind away,' which is a rather foul tea. There's Antangin, which is a more scientific formulation with menthol and other herbs in an orange-flavored matrix. There are various jamu, or traditional home remedies.
Nevertheless, there's a million dollar idea waiting to be had here. The person who comes up with a sure-fire prevention for wind will spend his or her life in the lap of luxury.
---
There are many oxymorons in the Indonesian language, things like high-speed internet, air quality and fresh water. But one that is NOT on this list, at least here, is jumbo shrimp.
I was absolutely floored the first time I saw what they commonly call prawns. These suckers are the biggest damn shrimp I have ever seen! Some examples I have personally eaten would put a Maine lobster to shame.
These suckers are green and an average specimen can weigh in at about a pound EACH. I mean, imagine a meal in which there is only one shrimp on your plate, and it's enough! They look just like your average Gulf white shrimp, but using a magnifying glass.
I'm not talking about Thai tiger shrimp that are becoming popular in the States. Those are respectable, to be sure, at 5-10/pound. But these boogers got 'em beat! Using the common scale back home (10-15, 15-20, etc.), these would be labelled 1-2. They are delicious, and if you're a shrimp lover, then this is Nirvana, to be sure.
---
Well, that's it for now. All this talk of shrimp makes me want to run up to the market and get one. I invite readers to send in questions or comments about anything they read here. I've gotten some fascinating email, and I always anwer, even if I'm a little slow sometimes. If there's a topic you'd like to know more about, just let me know and I'll gladly bang out a future column on the topic.
Thanks for tuning in and sampai jumpa!
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