I thought this might be interesting so clicked the link which took me to Popular Science. It seems that I must consent - no other option is apparent - to "Allow all cookies", That means consenting to 14 allegedly necessary cookies and 85, yes 85, others. Being spied on is not one of my favourite things so fuck that and fuck Popular Science. There seems no easy or convenient way to register my disapproval of the policy direct with Popular Science either.
I envy those who enjoyed school and it must have been great to have such an inspiring teacher. I couldn't even tell you the name of my maths teacher, he was that uninspiring. In fact, I can only remember the names of three of my secondary school (England) teachers: one, because he instilled in me a lifelong love of geography and the other two because they were sarcastic sadists who got evident pleasure from beating boys with a cane. The rest just fade into a morass of mediocrity. Prefects were also allowed to beat the boys with a worn and flexible plimsoll (gym shoe) for minor infringements such as not wearing the school cap outside school. or eating outside mealtimes. This was a 'top school' and was always in the top five for university placements in the UK. Nobody cared about those who, like me, had no ambition to go to university. It has left me with an everlasting hatred of my schooldays. Such treatment would be against the law these days.
The utterly incomprehensible cookie policy, privacy policy and how to opt out from the myriad of "partners" harvesting everyone's data as set by the Vox.com website means that I will not be able to read anything from their site. Nice work fellas!
Our trap water comes via a desalination plant. We live on the coast in a country with comparatively little rainfall. By the time we get it there is nothing left of the chemicals and minerals that are normally found in water. It provides no nourishment for plants, just keeps them alive. When we do get rain there is a very visible boost to the plants so, for us, rainwater beats tap water hands down.