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She broke her leg in a fall yesterday. The vet took an xray and it looks like the leg is probably cancerous. We are just waiting for the results of tests.
Like a watch wrapped around a wrist, a special enzyme encircles the double helix to repair a broken strand of DNA. Without molecules that can mend such breaks, cells can malfunction, die, or become cancerous.
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Daisy (right) arrived at the sanctuary in September 2018 emaciated, she is still very thin, and like the other 7 horses involved in this multi-horse rescue she has had a horrendous life.
Daisy has cancerous lumps throughout her body including a small one on her eye lid and may not survive, but the sanctuary staff will work their hardest to give her every chance.
Tiffany (left) arrived a few months before Daisy. During this summers soaring temperatures she was left out in a field without shade in the direct heat despite having a very thick shaggy coat. She looked so ill. As soon as she arrived at Remus her coat was clipped off. Tiffany has severe Cushings Disease - which is a disease of the pituitary gland at the base of the brain and is on medication for this.
so here is an ACTUAL serious version. Took time for me to make believe it or not
1.My parents didn’t name me Yale because of their stereotypical Asian parents expectations. It just happens to sound like my Korean name 정예일 (pronounced Geon-yeh-eeel) My name actually means “Jesus’s Servant” Yeah, my family is all Christian and proud. Am I a good Christian? Not really but I do know great people in Rochester who are helping me in my faith
2.I was born in korea but my Korean sucks. I left when I was like 4 so I don’t remember much to begin with anyway
3.I’m average when it comes to academics. I don’t get straight A’s but I don’t get straight C’s at least
4.Marvel or DC. Who the f*** cares? Both have good moments and terrible moments. Marvel does well with movies, DC does well with comics (rebirth is actually pretty sweet). This whole debate thing is just plain dumb let’s just agree both sides have strengths and weaknesses. Both companies may do something better than the other but in the end, it’s entertainment, stop treating this as a goddamn sport
5.My first ever Lego set was an Octan Gas station I think. Either that or the one with a blue motorcycle I think? I don’t remember but here is the picture www.toysperiod.com/lego-set-reference/town/town-jr/gas-st...
6.My first pet ever was a goldfish and named it Dorothy like in seseme street because I’m just an idiot like most rossbois
7. The fish died cuz I kept torturing it because I was an idiot (I actually cried like a bitch lol)
8.Then I had a pet turtle and named him after my favorite alien experiment thing in Lilo and Stitch “sparky”. He was a cool turtle, we set him free though before we move from Alabama to Pennsylvania. He looked like one of these guys
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9.I named my cat (still alive and fat) after my Dad’s cat when he was a child. 재롱이 Pronounced (Jae- roni) I actually use to hate cats when I was little, why the change of heart? I don’t know honestly but I do remember loving stuff animal cats before as a kid for some reason… I was an odd kid okay?
10.I still don’t like Mad Max Furry Road, you still butthurt about my opinion? Then go fuck yourself
11.I grew up with spiderman and batman. My two favorite superheroes
12.My favorite custom so far is either my work in progress Jay Garrick (the REAL og) or falcon from civil war
13.Civil War is probably my number 1 favorite superhero movie overall. It did the things I loved in the dark knight but did it better due to stunt choreography which was my major complaint in the dark knight films (let’s be honest, Bale’s batman fights like a pussy) I heard people’s complaints about it (mostly the beginning is too long) Oh I’m sorry to tell you that you cannot have a movie that is all just action with no substance such as story and character arcs (notice how the action shown in the trailers are mostly the airport scene, so it’s not the movie’s fault that your 3 hour orgy action with no substance like transformers wasn’t the final product you wanted)
14.My favorite transformers from both autobot and decepticon is optimus prime and soundwave (mostly the Transformer Prime versions. I LOVE that show)
15.Top 5 Favorite youtube channel (not in order) Eddsworld, GradeAunderA, Tomska, Draw with Jazza, and black nerd
16.If I have one superpower, it would be the ability to slow time. Just like Turtle in ca’s flash Imagine the possibilities! I mean sure running fast does sound cool but if you run too fast, you’ll cause a paradox, get hooked on velocity 9, or blow people’s eardrums (unless you are quicksilver and you are OP af nobody gets their ears damaged) Plus, if you bang hot chicks when you slow time, they won’t die compare when you are beating your dick at mach 8. See what I mean?
17 I don't care about popularity and that is not my goal when making this lego account
.You guys know I rant a lot about shitty behavior on YouTube and I am not afraid to call out some people including my fans who are making shitty behavior. Some people I know don’t do it because they are afraid of losing views and subs if they do. I don’t give a crap about how popular I am or how many views I get. I would rather have 10 followers who understands the value of social media than 5000 brainless children making unhelpful comments most of the time. I don’t want to be those people who just laughs and smile away dumb behavior like what I see on social media everyday. I actually want to change things (which is why I stand with GradeAUnderA on Youtube). Social Media is a place where we can express our opinions. Some of my fans didn’t like me for making that rant. If they are offended I could care less (this is not trying to sound harsh) it’s not like they give me food or water to drink or pay my bills anyway. Making minifigures is only a hobby so if I lose followers for trying to change things for the better, then so be it. Rant over lol
18.My first lego transformer ever on youtube was not on my old channel. It was on my father’s channel (not giving you the name, fuck you) and it was my Lego Prowl from Transformers Animated.
19.Quick thoughts on Arrow season 4, flash season 2, and X-Men Apocalypse. Arrow season 4 started off kinda better than season 3 and then went downhill as time goes on. It made season 3 look tolerable #fuckolicity. Flash season 2 had it’s ups and downs in the beginning but then ended in such an epic way I love it more than season 1. X–Men apocalypse is so underrated. It really isn’t that bad at all. I will say that it has the Star Wars and the Dark knight trilogy syndrome. First movie (First Class) was great, second was better (Days of Future Past), and third is the weakest but it is still enjoyable).
As for ratings, Felicty: season 4- 3/10
Flash: season 2- 9/10
X-men apocalypse- 7/10
20.Favorite movie outside of superheroes is Memento by Christopher Nolan
so whoever I tag is next. Oh wait, that's no one. it's because this trend thing is dumb and I am not that cancerous.
If the lead and 2nd node under my arm comes back during the surgery with no cancer cells just those two nodes will be removed. If there are cancer cells present then all of the nodes under my arm will be removed. There is then a 60 percent chance of swelling in the arm possibly for the rest of my life and the need to wear a compression band around my arm. Whether they find cancer cells in the breast and/or underarm or find no cancer cells I will have radiation treatments that will begin about 4 weeks after the surgery and will be daily for 5 weeks.
At this point it has still been my choice as to whether I want a mastectomy or a lumpectomy. I am comfortable with my decision to go with the lumpectomy. My cancer is stage II since the cells left the breast and went to my underarm. If the surgeon felt strongly about the need for a mastectomy she would have said so. It could change still if she gets in there and finds more cancer.
She did prefer to keep the port in and not take it out during my lumpectomy. She said there have been times when cancerous cells are found to the point of needing to do more chemo. I pray that will not be the case but I am ok with keeping the port in and waiting to have it removed. It is much harder to have it put back in if it was needed. I am listening to my surgeon. She has done quite a few of these procedures! I l like her too. That is nice.
Photo du 15 février 2008: Glycine endormie.
Ma vieille Glycine est partie doucement sous mes caresses, elle ronronnait. La vétérinaire a dû faire une euthanasie. Elle avait une tumeur cancéreuse et elle souffrait. Elle aurait eu 18 ans le 27 mars...
My old Glycine left slowly under my caresses, it hummed. The veterinarian had to make an euthanasia. She had a cancerous tumor and she suffered. She would have been 18 years old on March 27th...
Freeing God’s Slaves: The Emperor Wears No Clothes ~
“Is anything god’s work? God doesn’t do any work – he just gets his peasants to do it for him.”
- Wonder Boy, Aged 8
Humans (domesticated primates) have long been trained to worship externalised gods – a dangerous addiction humankind has carried forth from its primat-ive childhood; a merely imagined need that usually serves to only impede progressive change and unfolding evolution. Protective and instructive deities are nothing more nor less than the parent figures all children crave. All wise kids eventually learn that obeying the often arbitrary dictates of others who are actually just overblown, overgrown, adulterated children is a dumb idea.
Respect must be earned. Most elders in modern societies have far less of value to impart to subsequent generations than did their more ‘primitive’ tribal counterparts. Many older people are the same simpletons and ignoramuses they were when they were young. Those who claim to be today’s authority figures are almost all control freaks at best, and clinical psychopaths at worst. Almost all conspire to fatten themselves on poisonous excesses at the expense of the ecosystem that truly nourishes their children; mindlessly slaving away at tasks which destroy the planet and alienate them from their loved ones, with the idiot excuse that they’re ‘supporting their families’.
In the modern world ‘bosses’ are actually parasites, sucking life from the host of workers who labour under their dictates. CEOs are nothing more than common enemy overlords. The further up the ‘ladder of success’ one progresses, the more excesses and crimes of omission are committed. And everyone who toils on that ladder is equally culpable, supporting and maintaining a loathsome system with their precious time and effort.
Many ‘bosses’ earn fantastically higher wages than those who toil at much harder jobs – as intrinsically unfair, untrue and unjust as any racist dictate of classic caste or class systems. Those who crave power are those who deserve it the least. Anyone who sucks and arse-kisses their way up the totem pole is best pitied and avoided – not praised. Independent contractors and others who are their own bosses are the freest workers in the modern feudal wage slave era.
Those who remain inside institutions beyond their maturity are insecure timeservers who are happiest locked inside a comfortably familiar prison. Anyone with a PhD is automatically suspect as an institutionalised ignoramus. Most are overeducated buffoons who never realised that throwing away all the best years of their lives to conform and confirm the lies and misapprehensions of other fossilised brainwashed academics is a stupid idea. Most are just insecure kiddies afraid of stepping out into the great wide world – afraid of nature and their own unexamined nature; afraid of their own shadow.
Most people are carefully convinced by society to show more respect – and give more money – to a domesticated primate with the word ‘doctor’ (or some other aggrandising title) in front of their name than to anyone else. We’re trained to think that the work done by someone who has spent many years ‘studying’ is somehow more worthwhile – and worth more – than work that’s considered more ‘common’, such as planting and nurturing trees, growing organic food, building homes or educating young children. We’re entrained to believe that one person’s time can be worth more than another’s.
A cogent way to remove this classic conditioning can be to avoid calling anyone ‘sir’, ‘doctor’ or (heaven forfend) reverend. Such aggrandising titles are far too damaging for any egocentric wannabe leader to hear and only serve to establish subservience. If you always refer to so-called doctors as ‘docturds’, and discourage anyone from trusting the words of such moneygrubbing, authoritarian, self-inflating egotists, you can train yourself to stop supporting an intrinsically unethical system. Avoid using made-up titles entirely; why not simply call a person by their name?
Almost all docturds are only in it for the money – shamelessly rorting medical insurance systems to squeeze every drop from society. The rest is hopeful confabulation on the part of their desperate victims. In most cases, people actually heal themselves (there are exceptions – see below).
They target the most helpless and vulnerable groups of humankind above others, foisting their theoretical practices on women and children in particular. Female humans are thoroughly entrained to entrust their bodies (and minds) to paternalistic authority figures. From a very young age they’re taught to visit docturds regularly, and to trust them with every intimate detail of their lives. Women (in particular) are trained to have ‘regular tests’ for ‘abnormalities’ – tests which actually cause the very ‘abnormalities’ they purportedly search for – and to enrich the coffers of white coated professionals with ‘preventative’ and ‘elective’ surgery and toxic chemical intervention. Pap smears, mammography and the treatment of ‘abnormal’ cells produce more false positives (fake results) than accurate ones and the docturds and their pathological host of pathologists apologise all the way to the bank after each mistimed misstep and misanthropic mistake.
‘You know them by their fruits’ – and most of the fruits of ‘medical professionals’ are rotten and poisonous. More people die from medical (t)errors than from any other cause. Pill-pushing salesmen for chemical industries deserve the OPPOSITE to respect, as do ‘scientists’ who lend their time to the industrious military establishment, or to corporations of ignorant savages who randomly interfere with healthy biological processes to make money from poisoning the food chain and planetary ecosystem with pesticides or genetically modified ‘products’.
Surely we all know better than to show any respect to banksters by now. The most lame offenders of all are probably so-called ‘economists’ who peddle a pseudoscience that every taxpayer is brainwashed into believing, even though their ‘forecasts’ are even less accurate than those of the average 20th Century weatherman. So-called news reports overflow with their senseless, tedious effluvia, drowning out any meaningful news or information beneath their hazy bullshit and babble.
The biggest (and potentially most dangerous) liars of all are ‘religious’ people – conmen and women who peddle superstitious pernicious sexism, racism and utter bald faced balderdash to the most ignorant and insecure people on the planet, offering filthy lies to those suffering from the greatest terror on Earth – the fear of death; just like docturds.
Those who profit from other people’s misery deserve no respect whatsoever.
photo Motive is everything
This writer now observes the world from a remote forest, but once lived directly opposite the medical school of a major metropolitan university, with the opportunity to meet many up and coming young docturds. Whenever the chance arrived to converse with a medical student in private I asked each of them the same innocuous question; ‘Why did you decide to become a medical professional?’
Over the course of several years literally scores of these young professionals had the same opportunity to present their case. Not a single one replied; ‘Because I wanted to help the sick’ or ‘to be a healer.’ Not one claimed to have a particular interest in anatomy or biology. None even bothered to feign any real interest in medicine. Without exception their replies were almost identical; “Well, I was going to be a lawyer but my mother/father thought there’d be more money in medicine.’
When I asked if they’d taken the Hippocratic Oath (which simply requires medical practitioners to ‘do no harm’ and to help the sick and suffering regardless of payment), they all simply stared at me with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Are you really that naïve?” I never allow a docturd to come anywhere near me. I’ve set my own bones, healed internal bleeding and cancerous conditions without subjecting myself to their ignorant meddling (and am still alive and healthy as a result).
Surgeons who capably repair damaged individuals and those who genuinely care for and look after the sick and injured – like nurses – naturally deserve respect. But most docturds are self aggrandising arseholes at best, and outright dangerous nincompoops at worst. Few include things like diet and lifestyle in their diagnoses and routinely prescribe inappropriate but profitable poisons to desperate people.
Those who profit from people’s misery are nothing short of despicable.
Like many or most purveyors of ‘professionalism’ a large number cheated their way through school. They don’t deserve your trust or respect. Don’t take my word for it. Just ask virtually any nurse you happen to meet; they know what’s going on!
Those who can, do
‘Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.’ This old truism needs to be revived and spread far and wide. Very few ‘teachers’ are anything but institutionalized time servers who’ve been trained to brainwash others with gormless mind control served up as ‘education’. They have no life experience and know nothing but what they’ve been told to believe. All their textbooks were hopelessly outdated even when they were newly published.
The great technological and social advances of humankind have all been brought about by people without doctorates – in many cases without any formal ‘education’ at all. Tesla, Einstein, Edison and most celebrated creative thinkers achieved the improbable despite the ‘education’ institutions they were subjected to (and escaped while still young), not because of them.
Creative thinking suffers from regimentation. Authority poisons it. Once a child can read, write and understand basic mathematics they are capable of choosing their own path to knowledge and remain individual enough to have unique creative insights. As all teaching institutions are automatically outdated and operated by superannuated time servers, all a person can really expect to learn in ‘higher education’ institutions is conformity – and how to babble to other cocooned minds in obscurantist jargonese.
Don’t put off living your life until later! There’s no time BUT the present. What do you really want to do with your precious time? Do you really want to serve the obnoxious dweebs who are destroying the planet with their ‘efficient’ industries and ‘profitable’ pastimes? Start something new, fresh and original instead – away from their pernicious influence, where you can’t feed them with your efforts.
Around two generations ago people in advanced nations were informed that by the 21st Century they’d have to learn how to make use of their coming abundance of ‘leisure time’. Automation would ensure that fewer and fewer people would be able to ‘earn a living’ by toiling their lives away and an era of plenty and freedom was dawning. The need for anyone to work full time would soon be redundant. People were told they’d have to learn how to share the shrinking pool of jobs that remain – and to learn to share everything else as a result.
Everyone needed to learn how to best use their newfound freedoms. Guess what? It’s the 21st Century! Wake up and smell the flowers.
Me? This time of year I shovel clean dry horseshit by day to provide healthy, honest, wholesome food for myself and those around me. You can’t buy clean manure – almost all animals are filled with poisons and only the ones you feed and look after can be trusted to provide clean fertiliser. By night I shovel bullshit out of the way on the worldwideweb to make way for the growth of truth. The evolution of the internet is doing away with any need for the fossilized ivory towers of ‘education’ institutions.
Every time someone uses anything fuelled by poisonous fossil fuels – every time you turn on a light, drive in vehicle, borrow money, use anything made of plastic or almost anything created by this toxic civilisation – you are as culpable and destructive as any oil company executive or bankster. Every person who works in an office tower, factory or mine is as bad as the executive who squats atop the totem pole. Every worker who props up the totem deserves to go down in the tower along with their boss. Those who serve pain and death deserve it.
Changing the system is a good idea, in the long run. Yet in today’s world you can only do anything of real worth for yourself and your family by leaving the old workaday system behind and helping it to wither on the vine with your absence. The only real way to succeed is by abandoning the dominant paradigm and creating, living and loving a new way of life – preferably with likeminded change agents.
Turn off your TV and get rid of it (if you refuse to read much watch my Youtube channel instead)! The internet is a great alternative – if you use it for something other than supporting the system with your time and energy.
If you like to learn, become one of the New Illuminati in this new Enlightenment @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com . Learn how to plant and nurture living things; learn about something worthwhile, such as Permaculture. Ally yourself with life through your thoughts and actions, and object out loud to slaves and bosses who want you to help them saw off the limb you’re perched on. Let them know what you really think of them!
If you want to actually save the world, join any group that’s actively stopping loggers or miners or chemical factories/farmers/poisoners or other corporate slaves from destroying the planet, and get out into the real living world, to experience its actual glorious splendour while you stop the moronic workers from filthying their own nests and yours. Stand in front of a bulldozer driver with other wise souls – and stop them in their tracks.
Above all, take time out to examine your mind and motives. Your thoughts create the world! See where your thoughts/programs/memes actually come from and decide whether you want to own them. Enjoy life (without shopping or spending money). That’s why you’re here. Don’t put it off. Do it now!
Turn on. Tune in. OPT OUT!
Time appears to flow onward…
- R. Ayana
“Before enlightenment, chop wood and carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.”
- Buddhist Saying
For more by R. Ayana see nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/r.%20ayana
Well..... What did you expect.....But it was always on the cards that if possible Midnight was always going to have her say after all your well wishing-Prayers- blessing and such beautiful words that have been said and written on her behalf in the last couple of days.....So with the support of Misty her mother and Halo her grandson, we decided to set this photo up for you dear reader......But before we go on.....Lets rewind to last week.....Where Middy would not eat a thing ....Day in, Day out....Not even freshly cooked chicken, ham or anything.....Also she was very very lethargic with no energy levels at all .....And a harrow look that said times were indeed hard......A trip to the vets for blood test...Scan...And to be on a feed drip all day produced this report on her......
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Hi Steve,.
Midnight's blood test results show severe liver damage and severe dehydration. The ultrasound scan showed that her gallbladder was very enlarged and contains a mass consistent with a cancerous tumour. This is causing an obstruction and will ultimately lead to liver failure. She is currently jaundiced and will feel very lethargic, but I don't believe she is in significant of pain..
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Unfortunately the prognosis for liver and gallbladder disease is poor, even with medications. We may be able to buy her time with intensive fluid therapy followed by liver support medications but this would require extended hospitalisation (minimum 2 days continuously) and carries no guarantee of improvement. The fluids she has already had today may help her feel better..
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Sadly euthanasia is advised, ..
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I hope this is all clear, please let me know if you have any questions..
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We decided to take her home for one last weekend with the gang after she seemed so happy to see us ......So we arranged to have our vet to come out at 15.00 Monday to have Middy put to sleep....And all the heartache that would bring.......But what we did not know at the time.....Was the sheer awesome power of all your support and prayers was to have on her..... I have never been a deeply religious man.....But I have always believed.....And to be sure....Even more so now.....Of course we cannot forget the fighting spirit of Midnight......Vicky Saunders said in a comment that heaven was going to have wait awhile yet....(Thanks Vicky).....Because that is so true;;;;; Middy is just not ready yet.....She has been eating drinking and asking for walks.....Although the walks might be short and the food measure might be light.....But she generally very bright .....Despite this heat wave we are having in the UK.......Leaving me at first light today to cancel this afternoon heartbreaker.....And for Middy to have a quick check over....Where there was an air of disbelief on the change for the better and how well she looked and was acting.
Don’t get me wrong....We still have ourselves a very sick Middy......And things might go wrong very quickly....Because let’s not forget, Middy is twelve and a half......But that’s all for another day ....down the long winding road we travel.....This is Middy day......And yes Midnight you can finally have your say at long last in thanking our dear readers for all the.... love....prayers.....And the caring thoughtfulness that has come your way.....Thanking you all...Love from a very grateful Middy xxxxxxx......And that’s just what all the CraZy Gang and Di and I would like to say as well X .
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Spices That Cure
Asian food, generically, is perceived to be spicier than its western counterpart. Though this was true for a long time, the reason does not happen to be taste or color alone.
In the tropical climates, the presence of various types of bacteria and other micro-organisms makes it necessary to set up a food system that, while nourishing the body, takes care of its defense system too. Cooking methods play an important role and so do condiments and spices. There are various spices that are used across Asia, indeed, in other tropical countries too.
In Indian food, the basic spices that one can find in every main course, across the length and breadth of the country are turmeric and cumin seeds. The influence of Central Asian invasions is seen in the foods but by and large turmeric based (or at least using) cuisine is pan Indian.
Turmeric is one of the strongest Antiseptics known to man. Its healing properties are beyond belief. In India, it is used in cooking without even a second thought to its medicinal properties.
Turmeric is a rhizome of the biological family Zingiberaceae. In fact its close relation to the ginger family is reflected in its Chinese name – jianghuang, which literally means ‘yellow ginger’.
Though it is a produce of South East Asia, it traveled to China before the seventh century and also spread across Polynesian islands as far as Hawaii and even Easter islands. It has been mentioned in the Vedas, carries a Sanskrit name and was commonly used as a medicine in ancient India and China.
It s brilliant golden yellow color is because of the presence of the curcumin chemical that also makes it a brilliant and active dye. It is aromatic and is considered to be a stimulant for body systems. Apart from having excellent antiseptic and antibacterial properties, it has been, since time immemorial, considered good for strengthening the stomach and as a blood purifier.
Traditionally, it has been considered good as an expectorant for children’s irritating cough, dissolved in milk. Grandmas across Asia recommend a glassful of milk with two teaspoonfuls of turmeric to asthmatic and bronchitic children. It is said to have the ability to clear phlegm and reduce spasms of asthma also. Turmeric powder combined with caraway seeds or bishop’s weed is considered an effective cure for colds in children.
For people suffering from skin disorders like spots, acne, dryness or discoloration of any kind, turmeric is a God-send. A paste of turmeric, fresh cream and sandalwood powder makes for an excellent rejuvenating cream, especially for dry, discolored or ageing skin. The turmeric gives a glow to the skin, while cream keeps it soft. In fact this was one of the best kept secrets of ancient Indian cosmetic knowledge, and royal ladies as well as commoners have been using it for centuries. Even today, in India, turmeric is considered an essential part of a rejuvenating face mask, that needs nothing but natural ingredients, usually off the kitchen shelf.
In aid of beauty, turmeric also helps remove adipose tissue and cuts through cellulite from the body. In fact, mixed with honey in equal proportions and taken twice a week works wonders for reducing body weight, by cleansing the toxins and water retention, making the body look slimmer and toned.
When mixed with buttermilk or diluted yoghurt, it is an excellent cure for stomach disorders and when made into a paste, it rejuvenates the liver. For expelling intestinal worms, turmeric juice (of raw rhizomes), taken daily, is very effective.
The list of its uses is endless, it would seem. But today, its best and most recognized use is as an essential part of curry powders, and is responsible for their strong colors. Usually, curry powder contains 24% of ginger by weight. It also forms an intrinsic part of Indian preservative foods like pickles and wafers. Indeed, it is hard to imagine an Indian dish without turmeric.
Ayurveda, the oldest documented science of food systems as diagnostic and thereuptic, specifies turmeric as a cooling spice, essential for a pitta diet ----people with pitta diet are said to develop a good amount of determination, energy and determination. Ancients consider this to be a good state to be in. It has been prescribed as an essential part of food to cure flatulence and remove toxins from the blood.
Turmeric , most associated with hot, pungent, dark colored curries, is more of a medicine than a taste enhancer, and we need to learn this from the forefathers of medicinal sciences in Asia, particularly India and China.
By Kanika Goswami
Published: 2/18/2004
www.buzzle.com/editorials/2-17-2004-50655.asp
The little cumin was born in Western Asia, a couple of thousand years ago. It belongs to the corriander family.It has found mention in Biblical works, Isaiah xxvii. 25 and 27, and Matthew xxiii. 23, and in the works of Hippocrates and Dioscorides. It finds mention in the list of medicinal plants that were in use in Egypt in 1550 BC. The ancient Egyptians used it both to flavor their meats and to mummify their dead. Pliny has also mentioned the qualities of the cumin in his writings and he has called it the best of condiments. So we can gather it was cultivated not only in West Asia but also the Eastern and Southern European areas, specially the warm temperate climate zones. Today it is cultivated across India, Iran, Indonesia, China and the South Mediterranean. Cumin is frequently used in Mexican dishes such as chili con carne and hot tamales.
The word Cumin in English is derived from the Latin cuminum, which itself was dervived from Greek kyminon. An interesting fact is that in most Morthen European cusiines, cumin is not given any place at alone, let alone a place of homour thought it addas life to the flavour of meats and even vegetables. It was long considered some form of twisted relative of the caraway seed and this can be traced to the different names it has got in different languages. Countries that use caraway consider it a foreign form of cumin and the countries that prefer cumin call a foreign form of caraway. In every cuisine, thus, it is a foreigner, mostly considered to be of exotic origins, and this name is affixed to it in most languages-- Roman caraway, Eastern caraway, Egyptian caraway, and Turkish caraway to name a few. It is not a very regular part of Italian cuisien yet the rest of Europe insists it is Roman caraway. In fact Charlemange was responsible for making it known in Northen Europe, whatever little, because of his herb edicts..so in these areas cuimin is viewed as an Italian (Or Mediterranean )type of caraway seed. Talk of mistaken idnetities!!!.
But in medevial Erope, a lot of myths were attached to the cumin seed, the most important being that it would stop cattle from wondering away…and by some stretch of imagination, prevent a spouse from wandering too. This was the reason why Germans carried dill, cumin and salt in there pockets during wedding ceremonies. Among ancients Greeks, the cumin symbolized cupidity.
It was also used in native medicine in Southern European cultures, Indian as well as Chinese traditional medicine. However, it’s most common use today is as a flavoring in cuisine, an essential part of curry powder and it is now imported from Indian cities like Mumbai and Calcutta, Morocco, Sicily and even Malta (where it is called Hot Cumin because they call anise sweet cumin).
The seed itself is largely used in centenary medicine. The main composition is a mixture of cymol or cymene and cuminic aldehyde. The seed is useful as a stimulant, especially digestive stimulant and when eaten with curd, helps clear the system of accumulated waste materials. Its carminative qualities are traditionally considered superior to that of fennel or anise. However, it does not have a very agreeable taste, unlike fennel, so is now used mostly as a carminative in animal medicine.
In traditional Eastern medicine systems, cumin seeds are used extensively to stop morning sickness, jaundice, nausea, vomiting, colic. It can cure diarrhea and dysentery, in addition to being a calming food, to induce sleep. Scientists in Israel and India are also studying its anti-caricenogenic properties, it has been fund, in some cases, to block the growth of a cancerous chromosome by up to 83%.
In addition to all these, it is a powerful anti-bacterial and a cumin decoction protects against hookworm infections too.
An old wives tale is that cumin seeds mixed with milk and honey, taken once daily during pregnancy eases childbirth, helps in development of the baby and even increases lactation. In traditional medicine, it has also found great favor as a corrective for flatulence and indigestion. It is supposed to increase lactation and reduce nausea in pregnancy.
It enjoys wide culinary uses, In addition to being an inseparable part of the Indian curry masala, it is also used as a part of the marinade for meats in Eastern, Middle Eastern Mexican, Portuguese and Spanish cuisine. It finds a lot of use in stews, especially of lamb and chicken dishes. Since it has a very strong and sharp taste, it can be used to flavor steamed rice, toss aubergines, beans and cakes. In some things like Portuguese sausages it is an essential spice but in Central Europe it is mostly used to spice cheese. It is used as a pickling ingredient in cabbage and sauerkraut. In the Middle East it is used in fish dishes, grills and stews. Cumin together with caraway flavors Kummel, the famous German liquer.
By Kanika Goswami
Published: 5/13/2004
Collection:
Images from the History of Medicine (IHM)
Author(s):
Workshop on Abnormal Cells, New Products, and Risk (1984 : National Institutes of Health)
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National Institutes of Health (U.S.). Medical Arts and Photography Branch.
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[Bethesda, Md. : Medical Arts and Photography Branch, National Institutes of Health], 1984
Language(s):
English
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Still image
Subject(s):
Neoplasms
Neoplasms -- therapy
Risk, Therapies, Investigational
Genre(s):
Posters
Abstract:
The poster shows an oversize syringe along the entire left hand side, a human figure on the right, and several cancerous cells scattered above the head of the human figure.
Extent:
1 photomechanical print (poster) : 73 x 49 cm.
Technique:
color
NLM Unique ID:
101454265
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C00891
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Gracie our Saint Bernard, has just turned 9 years of age, a remarkable achievement considering she was paralysed with a ruptured disc little more than a year ago which also went on to reveal a cancerous lump in her neck.
These pics were taken after her 'Birthday Groom' and in preparation of her checkup visit at Newmarket Veterinary Hospital.
It is difficult to get into the habit of good sun protection as inevitably as soon as one has done it the sun sinks behind the cloud and one has toi go back indoors. But even when it is a bit cloudy there are dangerous UV rays sneaking through so it's always best to have something on the face at least. I wear a sun hat too as I have to be paricularly careful having had to have a cancerous sun-spot removed. Thankfully it doesn't stop me from wearing my bikinis like this a favourite from River Island.
Folkloric
· For rheumatic pains of the legs and waist: use 3 to 6 gms of dried material in the form of decoction.
· Pounded fresh leaves may be applied as poultice for snakebites or may be used as insecticide.
· Poultice of leaves applied or rubbed on area of snake and insect bites.
· For sprains and bone pains: Oiled leaves or bark material are heated and applied to painful areas.
· Croton seed oil has been used as purgative.
· Seed oil used for treatment of schistosomiasis and other intestinal parasites.
· Roots, bark, seeds, and leaves considered a drastic purgative.
· Bruised root applied to carbuncles and cancerous sores.
· Testa used for fluxes.
· In Annam, bark used as a tonic.
· In Java and Kelantan, roots are finely shredded, mixed with water, and drunk by women as abortifacient.
· Diluted tincture of croton seeds used as a stimulant and applied in certain cutaneous affections, like eczema, ichthyosis and erythema.
· Seeds, while half-roasting over a lamp or candle flame, is inhaled through the nostril to relieve asthma.
· Croton oil is rubbed on the skin as rubefacient and counterirritant.
· Internally, croton oil us used as a powerful hydragogue, cathartic, and purgative. In excessive doses, it can cause severe purging, collapse and death.
· Liniment used as stimulant and applied to chronic rheumatism, neuralgia, glandular and other indolent swellings, chronic bronchitis and other pulmonary affections.
· Croton oil is used in dropsy, obstinate constipation, intestinal obstructions, and lead poisoning; as a preliminary laxative in leprosy; and as a revulsive in apoplexy. A few drops at the base of the tongue produces catharsis.
· As a blister, applied to the scalp in acute cerebral diseases, to the cord in spinal meningitis, to the chest in chronic bronchitis, and to the throat in laryngitis. Used in lock-jaw and mania.
· In Ayurveda, considered purgative; known as Kumbhini, used in the treatment of constipation after Sodhana (detoxification process) of seeds with Godugdha (cow's milk). (15)
- In Unani medicine, Croton tiglium seeds and Zingiber officinalis rhizome extract has been used in equal ratio as a paste formulation for the treatment of Safa (alopecia areata)
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The areca nut (/ˈærɨkə/ or /əˈriːkə/) is the seed of the areca palm (Areca catechu), which grows in much of the tropical Pacific, Asia, and parts of east Africa. It is commonly referred to as betel nut, as it is often chewed wrapped in betel leaves (paan). The term areca originated from a South Asian word during the 16th century, when Dutch and Portuguese sailors took the nut to Europe.
The habit has many harmful effects on health. The International Agency for Research on Cancer concluded after reviewing the published medical research that chewing areca nut is carcinogenic to humans. Various compounds present in the nut, most importantly arecoline (the primary psychoactive ingredient), contribute to histologic changes in the oral mucosa. As with chewing tobacco, its use is discouraged by preventive efforts, such as awareness of the risks of chewing buai.
DESCRIPTION
The areca nut is not a true nut, but rather a fruit categorized as a drupe. It is commercially available in dried, cured and fresh forms. When the husk of the fresh fruit is green, the nut inside is soft enough to be cut with a typical knife. In the ripe fruit, the husk becomes yellow or orange and, as it dries, the fruit inside hardens to a wood-like consistency. At that stage, the areca nut can only be sliced using a special scissors-like cutter (known as aḍakattera in Telugu, adake kattari in Kannada,bajjeai in Tulu, adakitta [अडकित्ता] in Marathi, puwak [පුවක්] in Sinhala, jaanti in Bengali, adakka അടക്കാ in Malayalam, pakku (பாக்கு) in Tamil, sarautaa in Hindi, Khilikaati in Odia, and sudi in Gujarati).
Usually for chewing, a few slices of the nut are wrapped in a betel leaf along with calcium hydroxide (slaked lime) and may include clove, cardamom, catechu (kattha) and/or other spices for extra flavouring. Betel leaf has a fresh, peppery taste, but it can also be bitter to varying degrees depending on the variety. The combination of areca nut with betel leaf is called "buai" in Tok Pisin (with the spit being known as buai pekpek), "goi" in (Bodo), tamul (তামূল/ "তামোল")in Assamese, kavala in Kannada, tambulam in Sanskrit, bajjai in Tulu, and paan in Hindi, Marathi, Punjabi, and Urdu.
Areca nuts are chewed with betel leaf for their effects as a mild stimulant, causing a warming sensation in the body and slightly heightened alertness, although the effects vary from person to person. The effect of chewing betel leaf and areca nut together is relatively mild, and could be compared to that of drinking a cup of coffee.
The areca nut contains the tannins arecatannin and gallic acid; a fixed oil gum; a little terpineol; lignin; various saline substances; and three main alkaloids — arecoline, arecaidine and guvacine — all of which have vasoconstricting properties. The betel leaf chewed along with the nut contains eugenol, another vasoconstrictor. Tobacco leaf is often added to the mixture, thereby adding the effect of nicotine.
In parts of India, Sri Lanka and southern China, areca nuts are not only chewed along with betel leaf, but are also used in the preparation of Ayurvedic and traditional Chinese medicines. Powdered areca nut is used as a constituent in some dentifrices. Other traditional uses include the removal of tapeworms and other intestinal parasites by swallowing a few teaspoons of powdered areca nut, drunk as a decoction, or by taking tablets containing the extracted alkaloids. According to traditional Ayurvedic medicine, chewing areca nut and betel leaf is a good remedy against bad breath. Diplomat Edmund Roberts noted that Chinese people would mix areca nut with Uncaria gambir during his visit to China in the 1830s.[8] After chewing a betelnut, the red residue from chewing the betelnut, buai pekpek, is generally spit out and is considered an eyesore. This has led many places to ban chewing buai as many people spit the pekpek on the ground rather than in a spit cup or waste receptacle.
Now-a-days a special type Areca nut is available in Malenadu region i.e called as "Sweet Areca Nut".
TRADITION
Chewing the mixture of areca nut and betel leaf is a tradition, custom or ritual which dates back thousands of years in much of the geographical areas from South Asia eastward to the Pacific. It constitutes an important and popular cultural activity in many Asian and Oceanic countries, including Pakistan, the Maldives, India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Bhutan, Bangladesh, Burma (Myanmar), China, Laos, Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, Cambodia, Vietnam, Taiwan, the Philippines, Palau, Yap, Guam, Papua New Guinea, the Solomon Islands, and Vanuatu. It is not known how or when the areca nut and the betel leaf were first combined into one psychoactive drug. Archaeological evidence from Thailand, Indonesia and the Philippines suggests they have been used in tandem for at least 4000 years.
In Vietnam, the areca nut and the betel leaf are such important symbols of love and marriage that in Vietnamese the phrase "matters of betel and areca" (chuyện trầu cau) is synonymous with marriage. The tradition of chewing areca nuts starts the talk between the groom's parents and the bride's parents about the young couple's marriage. Therefore, the leaves and juices are used ceremonially in Vietnamese weddings. The folk tale explaining the origin of this Vietnamese tradition is a good illustration of the belief that the combination of areca nut and the betel leaf is ideal to the point they are practically inseparable, like an idealized married couple.
Malay culture and tradition hold betel nut and leaves in high esteem. Traditionally, guests who visit a Malay house are presented with a tray of areca nuts and betel leaves, in much the same way as drinks are offered to guests in many cultures around the world. There is even a Malay proverb about the betel nut, "bagaikan pinang dibelah dua", loosely translated, like a betel nut divided in half. It usually refers to newlyweds, who are compatible to each other, just like a betel nut when divided in half. The proverb is analogous to the English "two peas in a pod".In the Indian subcontinent, the chewing of betel and areca nut dates back to the pre-Vedic period Harappan empire. Formerly, in both India and Sri Lanka, it was a custom of the royalty to chew areca nut with betel leaf. Kings had special attendants whose duty it was to carry a box with all the necessary ingredients for a good chewing session. There was also a custom for lovers to chew areca nut and betel leaf together, because of its breath-freshening and relaxant properties. A sexual symbolism thus became attached to the chewing of the nut and the leaf. The areca nut represented the male principle, and the betel leaf the female principle. Considered an auspicious ingredient in Hinduism and some schools of Buddhism, the areca nut is still used along with betel leaf in religious ceremonies, and also while honoring individuals in much of southern Asia.In Assam, it is a tradition to offer pan-tamul (betel leaves and raw areca nut) to guests, after tea or meals, served in a brass plate with stands called bota. Among the Assamese, the areca nut also has a variety of uses during religious and marriage ceremonies, where it has the role of a fertility symbol.[citation needed] A tradition from Upper Assam is to invite guests to wedding receptions by offering a few areca nuts with betel leaves. During Bihu, the husori players are offered areca nuts and betel leaves by each household while their blessings are solicited. Spanish mariner Álvaro de Mendaña reported observing Solomon Islanders chewing the nut and the leaf with caustic lime, and the manner in which the habit stained their mouths red. He noted the friendly and genial chief Malope, on Santa Isabel Island, would offer him the combination as a token of friendship every time they met.
In Bhutan the areca nut is called doma. The raw areca nut, which is soft and moist is very potent and when chewed can cause palpitation and vasoconstricting. This form is eaten in the lower regions of Bhutan and in North Bengal, where the nut is cut into half and put into a local paan leaf with a generous amount of lime. In the rest of Bhutan the raw nut, with the husk on, is fermented such that the husk rots and is easy to extract. The fermented doma has a putrid odour, which can be smelled from miles. Traditionally, this fragrant nut is cut in half and placed on top of a cone made of local betel leaf, which has a dash of lime put into it. "Myth has it that the inhabitants of Bhutan traditionally known as Monyul, the land of Monpas where Buddhism did not reach lived on raw flesh, drank blood and chewed bones. After the arrival of Guru Rinpoche in the 8th century, he stopped the people from eating flesh and drinking blood and created a substitute which is betel leaf, lime and areca nut. Today, chewing doma has become a custom. Doma is served after meals, during rituals and ceremonies. It is offered to friends and is chewed at work places by all sections of the society and has become an essential part of Bhutanese life and culture."
The addition of tobacco leaf to the chewing mixture is a relatively recent innovation, as tobacco was not introduced from the American continent until the colonial era.
EFFECTS ON HEALTH
Habitual chewers of betel leaf and areca nut have a greatly increased risk of developing a range of serious diseases, including cancers of the mouth and esophagus. It has many systemic effects.
Chewing areca nut alone has been linked to oral submucosal fibrosis. According to Medline Plus, "Long-term use [of betel-areca preparations] has been associated with oral submucosal fibrosis (OSF), pre-cancerous oral lesions and squamous cell carcinoma. Acute effects of betel chewing include asthma exacerbation, hypertension, and tachycardia. There may additionally be a higher risk of cancers of the liver, mouth, esophagus, stomach, prostate, cervix, and lung with regular betel use. Other effects can include a possible effect on blood sugar levels, which may in turn increase the risk of developing type 2 diabetes."
Use of areca nut has been associated with deterioration of psychosis in patients with preexisting psychiatric disorders.
In 2003 the International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC), a World Health Organization sponsored group, reached the conclusion that there is sufficient evidence that the habit of chewing betel quid, with or without tobacco, is carcinogenic to humans. Support for this conclusion is provided by a recent study which found that paan, even without concurrent tobacco use, is a risk factor for oral cancer. In October, 2009, 30 scientists from 10 countries met at IARC to reassess the carcinogenicity of various agents including areca nut, and mechanisms of carcinogenesis. They confirmed there is sufficient evidence that areca nut, with or without tobacco, can cause cancer.
USE DURING PREGNAN
Chewing paan (and/or other areca nut and betel leaf formulations) during pregnancy significantly increases adverse outcomes for the baby. The habit is associated with higher incidences of preterm birth and low birth weight and height. Biologically, these effects may be a consequence of the arecoline that is found in areca nuts. The habit also exposes the unborn baby to various other toxic components linked to cancer.
MODERN-DAY CONSUMPTION
In India (the largest consumer of areca nut) and Pakistan, the preparation of nut with or without betel leaf is commonly referred to as paan. It is available practically everywhere and is sold in ready-to-chew pouches called pan masala or supari, as a mixture of many flavours whose primary base is areca nut crushed into small pieces. Poor people, who may eat only every other day, use it to stave off hunger pangs. Pan masala with a small quantity of tobacco is called gutka. The easily discarded, small plastic supari or gutka pouches are a ubiquitous pollutant of the South Asian environment. Some of the liquid in the mouth is usually disposed of by spitting, producing bright red spots wherever the expectorate lands. The Shimoga District in Karnataka is presently the largest producer of betelnut in India
In the Maldives, areca nut chewing is very popular, but spitting is frowned upon and regarded as an unrefined, repulsive way of chewing. Usually, people prefer to chew thin slices of the dry nut, which is sometimes roasted. Kili, a mixture of areca nut, betel, cloves, cardamom and sugar is sold in small home-made paper pouches. Old people who have lost their teeth keep "chewing" by pounding the mixture of areca nut and betel with a small mortar and pestle.
In Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, fresh areca nut, betel leaf or 'fruit leaf' (daka in PNG) and lime are sold on street corners. In these countries, dried or flavoured areca nut is not popular. Betelnuts there are referred to in Tok Pisin as buai, and the red spit from them, as well as their shells and rubbish thrown out along with the spit, is called buai pekpek. There has recently been a controversial ban on selling and chewing betelnuts and spitting buai pekpek in Port Moresby. Because of this, many people have tried to smuggle betelnuts into Pom Town. Notably, there was a raid in Hanuabada in May 2015 where several bags of betelnut were confiscated, the total value of the confiscated nut sacks exceeding $180,000 USD. Areca nut chewing has recently been introduced into Vanuatu, where it is growing in popularity, especially in the northern islands of the country. In Guam and the neighboring Northern Mariana Islands, betel and areca nut chewing is a social pastime as a means to extend friendship, and can be found in many, if not most, large gatherings as part of the food display.
In Palau, betel nut is chewed with lime, piper leaf and nowadays, with the addition of tobacco. Older and younger generations alike enjoy the use of betel nut, which is readily available at stores and markets. Unlike in Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, where the inner areca nut is used, in Palau, the areca nut's skin is chewed along with lime, leaf and tobacco and the juice is not swallowed but spat out.
In Taiwan, bags of 20 to 40 areca nuts are purchased fresh daily by a large number of consumers. To meet the steady year-round demand, two kinds of betel-nut shops sell betel and nuts, as well as cigarettes and drinks, including beer: Small mom and pop shops, often poorly maintained and with unassuming façades, and shops which will often consist of nothing more than a single, free-standing room, or booth. The latter is usually elevated one meter above the street, and measures less than 3 by 2 m. Large picture windows comprise two or more of the walls, allowing those who pass by a complete view of the interior. The interior is often painted brightly. Within such a shop, a sexily dressed young woman, a "betel nut beauty", can be seen preparing betel and areca nuts. Shops are often identified by multicoloured (commonly green) fluorescent tubes or neon lights that frame the windows or that are arranged radially above a store. Customers stop on the side of the road and wait for the girls to bring their betel and areca nut to their vehicles. The habit of chewing betel nut is often associated with blue-collar labor industries such a long-haul transportation, construction, or fishing. Workers in these labor-intensive industries use betel nut for its stimulating effect, but it also becomes a tool for socializing with coworkers. For example, studies have shown chewing betel nut is prevalent among taxi, bus and truck drivers, who rely on the stimulating effect of betel nut to cope with long work hours. For these reasons, oral cancer has been identified as a leading cause of death in professions with high betel nut-chewing rates.
In Hainan and Hunan Province, China, where Xiangtan is a center of use and processing, a wide range of old and young people consume areca nut daily. Most, though, consume the dried variety of the nut by itself, without the betel leaves. Some people also consume the areca nut in its raw, fresh form with or without the betel leaves. Betel nuts are sold mostly by old women walking around trying to sell it, but the dried version can be found in most shops which sell tea, alcohol and cigarettes.
In Thailand, the consumption of areca nut has declined gradually in the last decades. The younger generation rarely chews the substance, especially in the cities. Most of the present-day consumption is confined to older generations, mostly people above 50. Even so, small trays of betel leaves and sliced tender areca nut are sold in markets and used as offerings in Buddhist shrines.
In the Philippines, chewing the areca nut and betel leaf was a very widespread tradition in the past. Now, though, this tradition is almost dead among the urban people in the cities and big towns, and has largely been replaced by chewing gum and cigarettes. Nowadays, older people are the only ones chewing betel nuts. But in rural areas, betel nut-chewing is very much alive.
In the United States, areca nut is not a controlled or specially taxed substance and may be found in some Asian grocery stores. However, importation of areca nut in a form other than whole or carved kernels of nuts can be stopped at the discretion of US Customs officers on the grounds of food, agricultural, or medicinal drug violations. Such actions by Customs are very rare. In the United Kingdom, areca nut is readily available in Asian grocery stores and even in shredded forms from the World Food aisles of larger Tesco supermarkets.
Possession of betel nut or leaf is banned in the UAE and is a punishable offense.
Recently it has been reported that areca nut powder extract is capable of reducing silver ions to create silver nanoparticles, which may be useful as antimicrobial agents.
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Waiting for the results.
Spent some time at Holy Cross Hospital. I was prescribed Cipro (generic: ciprofloxacin), a type of antibiotic for a urinary tract infection. CT scan revealed some lesions on my liver and bladder. Making an appointment today with a Urologist.
Update 06/20/12:
I wanted to share some details. I had 3 test done at Providence Holy Cross. Cost my insurance $8,000.00. My copay was $2,000.00 1 test confirmed blood in the urine which I already knew which is why I was there and the other two test were done improperly or was incomplete. And I still did not know exactly what was wrong with me. No mention from any hospital staff that I had cancer.
Long story short. I eventually went online to my United Healthcare website and found a number to talk to a nurse who helped me with choices of other Hospitals. I chose Northridge Hospital Medical Center. I went to Emergency and they admitted me. They brought in a nurse to take care of me along with a Doctor and Urologist who successfully removed a cancerous tumor that filled my bladder. I haven't received any astronomical bills. The experience overall was amazing.
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1290 - Jews are expelled from England by order of King Edward I
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1472 - Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester and later King of England, marries Anne Neville, daughter of the Earl of Warwick, in Westminister Abbey.
1542 - French troops under Maarten van Rossem occupy Flanders
1543 - England's King Henry VIII weds Catherine Parr (6th & last wife)
1549 - English boer army occupies Norwich
1575 - Willem van Orange marries Charlotte de Bourbon
1580 - Ostrog Bible, the first printed Bible in a Slavic language, is published.
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1630 - New Amsterdam's governor buys Gull Island from Indians for cargo, renames it Oyster Island, it is later known as Ellis Island
1679 - Britain's King Charles II ratified Habeas Corpus Act
1689 - Orangeman's Day-Battle of Boyne, Protestant victory in Ireland
1690 - Battle of Boyne-King William III defeats catholic king James II
1691 - Antonio Pignatelli elected as Pope Innocentius XII
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1730 - Lorenzo Corsini chosen as Pope Clemens XII
1745 - Warship Elisabeth joins Bonnie Prince Charlies frigate Doutelle [NS]
1771 - James Cook sails Endeavour back to Downs England
1774 - Citizens of Carlisle Penn, pass a declaration of independence
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1776 - Capt Cook departs with Resolution for 3rd trip to Pacific Ocean
1785 - 1st manned flight by gas balloon in Netherlands
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1927 - Babe Ruth hits 30th of 60 HRs
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1934 - US Disciplinary Barracks on Alcatraz Island abandoned
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1935 - Belgium recognizes Soviet Union
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1943 - Battle of Kolombangara (2nd battle of Gulf of Kula)
1943 - National Committee Freies Deutschland forms
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1943 - Russian offensive at Orel
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1944 - Theresienstadt Family camp disbands, with 4,000 people gased
1944 - US govt recognizes authority of General De Gaulle
1945 - Cubs stop Braves Tommy Holmes modern-day NL hitting streak at 37 games
1946 - Benjamin Britten's "Rape of Lucretia," premieres in Glyndebourne
1946 - Vance Dinges hits only Phillie pinch hit inside-the-park HR
1948 - 1st jets to fly across Atlantic (6 RAF de Havilland Vampires)
1949 - 16th All Star Baseball Game: AL wins 11-7 at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn
1949 - Baseball owners agree to erect warning paths before each fence
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1949 - LA Rams sign Norm Van Brocklin
1950 - ILTF re-admit Germany & Japan in Davis Cup, Poland & Hungary withdraws
1950 - Hague Council of Annulment convicts German war criminals W Lages, FH Van de Funten & F Fischer to death
1951 - Mob tries to keep black family from moving into all-white Cicero Ill
1951 - NY Yankees Allie Reynolds no-hits Cleve Indians, 8-0
1952 - East German SED decides to form German DR army
1953 - KTVB TV channel 7 in Boise, ID (NBC/ABC) begins broadcasting
1954 - Major League Baseball Players Assn founded
1954 - Pres Eisenhower put forward a plan for an interstate highway system
1955 - 22nd All Star Baseball Game: NL wins 6-5 in 12 at County Stad, Milw
1955 - Christian Democratic Party forms in Argentina
1957 - 1st President to fly in helicopter-Dwight Eisenhower
1957 - US Surgeon Gen Leroy Burney connects smoking with lung cancer
1958 - "Li'l Abner" closes at St James Theater NYC after 693 performances
1958 - US performs atmospheric nuclear test at Bikini Island
1959 - NBC uses cameras to show catchers signals during Yankee-Red Sox game
1960 - Congo, Chad & Central African Republic declare independence
1960 - Echo I, 1st passive satellite launched
1960 - Joyce Ziske wins LPGA Hoosier Celebrity Golf Tournament
1960 - USSR's Sputnik 5 launched with 2 dogs
1960 - XEWT TV channel 12 in Tijuana-San Diego, CA (IND) begins broadcasting
1960 - Orlyonok, the main Young Pioneer camp of the Russian SFSR, is founded.
1962 - 1st time 2 manned crafts in space (USSR)
1962 - Rolling Stones 1st performance (Marquee Club, London)
1964 - 19th US Women's Open Golf Championship won by Mickey Wright
1966 - 10.51" (26.70 cm) of rainfall, Sandusky Ohio (state record)
1966 - 37th All Star Baseball Game: NL wins 2-1 in 10 at Busch Stad, St Louis
1966 - All star MVP: Brooks Robinson (Balt Orioles)
1966 - Race riot in Chicago
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1967 - Greek regime deprives 480 Greeks of their citizenship
1968 - Couve de Murville forms govt in France
1968 - USSR performs nuclear test at Eastern Kazakh/Semipalitinsk USSR
1969 - 98th British Golf Open: Tony Jacklin shoots a 280 at Royal Lytham
1970 - 99th British Golf Open: Jack Nicklaus shoots a 283 at St Andrews
1970 - Blues-Rock singer Janis Joplin debuts in Kentucky
1970 - Tanzania signs contract with China for building Tanzam-railway
1970 - Thor Heyerdahl crosses Atl Ocean in "Ra" docks in Barbados
1971 - Juan Corona, indicted for 25 murders
1972 - Democrats nominated George McGovern for president in Miami Fla
1973 - A fire destroys the entire 6th floor of the National Personnel Records Center of the United States.
1974 - John Ehrlichman convicted of violating Daniel Ellsberg's rights
1975 - 104th British Golf Open: Tom Watson shoots a 279 at Carnoustie
1975 - Bob Taylor catches 7 in an innings, Derbyshire v Yorkshire
1975 - Sao Tomé e Príncipe gains independence from Portugal (Natl Day)
1976 - Ian Dury & Kilburns disband
1977 - 1st free flight test of space shuttle Enterprise
1977 - John Edrich scores his 100th 100, Surrey v Derbyshire at The Oval
1978 - Sun Bank Building opens
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1979 - Ian Palce joins Whitesnake
1979 - Kiribati (formerly Gilbert Islands) declares independence from UK
1979 - "Disco Demolition Night" at Comiskey Park, causes fans to go wild & causes White Sox to forfeit 2nd game of a doubleheader to Tigers
1981 - Debbie Austin wins LPGA Mayflower Golf Classic
1982 - Britain announces it is returning 593 Argentine POWs
1982 - FEMA promises survivors of a nuclear war will get their mail
1983 - Chad govt troops reconquer Abéché
1984 - Geraldine Ferraro, NY becomes 1st woman major-party VP candidate
1985 - "Singin' in the Rain" opens at Gershwin Theater NYC for 367 performances
1985 - Doctors discover a cancerous growth in Pres Reagan's colon
1985 - STS 51-F launch scrubbed at T -3s because of main engine shutdown
1987 - 15th du Maurier Golf Classic: Jody Rosenthal
1987 - 1st time in 20 years a delegation from USSR lands in Israel
1987 - 50 white South Africans meets ANCers in Dakar
1987 - 8th US Seniors Golf Open: Gary Player
1987 - Phillies Kent Tekulve pitches his 900th game in relief
1988 - 59th All Star Baseball Game: AL wins 2-1 at Riverfront Stadium, Cin
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1988 - Margo Adams alleges Red Sox Wade Bogg's had an affair with her
1988 - USSR launches Phobos II for Martian orbit
1989 - NY Yankee pitching great Ron Guidry retires (170-91 .651, 3.29 ERA)
1990 - "Les Miserables," opens at National Theatre, Washington
1990 - Boris Yeltsin quits Soviet Communist Party
1990 - Chicago White Sox Melido Perez no-hits Yankees 8-0 in a rain shortened 6 inning game at Yankee Stadium (7th no-hitter of 1990)
1992 - 13th US Seniors Golf Open: Larry Laoretti
1992 - Axl Rose arrested on riot charges in St Louis of Jul 2, 1991 concert
1992 - Betsy King wins LPGA Phar-Mor in Youngstown Golf Tournament
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1994 - Nomination hearings for Steven Breyer for supreme court justice begins
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1996 - Michael Jordan signs a NBA contract for 1 year for $25 million
1996 - Start of 1st "Super 8's" tournament in Kuala Lumpur
1997 - Cubs play in their 5,000th consecutive gane with out being no-hit
1997 - Pirates Francisco Cordova & Ricardo Rincon no-hit Astros 3-0 in 10 inn
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The areca nut (/ˈærɨkə/ or /əˈriːkə/) is the seed of the areca palm (Areca catechu), which grows in much of the tropical Pacific, Asia, and parts of east Africa. It is commonly referred to as betel nut, as it is often chewed wrapped in betel leaves (paan). The term areca originated from a South Asian word during the 16th century, when Dutch and Portuguese sailors took the nut to Europe.
The habit has many harmful effects on health. The International Agency for Research on Cancer concluded after reviewing the published medical research that chewing areca nut is carcinogenic to humans. Various compounds present in the nut, most importantly arecoline (the primary psychoactive ingredient), contribute to histologic changes in the oral mucosa. As with chewing tobacco, its use is discouraged by preventive efforts, such as awareness of the risks of chewing buai.
DESCRIPTION
The areca nut is not a true nut, but rather a fruit categorized as a drupe. It is commercially available in dried, cured and fresh forms. When the husk of the fresh fruit is green, the nut inside is soft enough to be cut with a typical knife. In the ripe fruit, the husk becomes yellow or orange and, as it dries, the fruit inside hardens to a wood-like consistency. At that stage, the areca nut can only be sliced using a special scissors-like cutter (known as aḍakattera in Telugu, adake kattari in Kannada,bajjeai in Tulu, adakitta [अडकित्ता] in Marathi, puwak [පුවක්] in Sinhala, jaanti in Bengali, adakka അടക്കാ in Malayalam, pakku (பாக்கு) in Tamil, sarautaa in Hindi, Khilikaati in Odia, and sudi in Gujarati).
Usually for chewing, a few slices of the nut are wrapped in a betel leaf along with calcium hydroxide (slaked lime) and may include clove, cardamom, catechu (kattha) and/or other spices for extra flavouring. Betel leaf has a fresh, peppery taste, but it can also be bitter to varying degrees depending on the variety. The combination of areca nut with betel leaf is called "buai" in Tok Pisin (with the spit being known as buai pekpek), "goi" in (Bodo), tamul (তামূল/ "তামোল")in Assamese, kavala in Kannada, tambulam in Sanskrit, bajjai in Tulu, and paan in Hindi, Marathi, Punjabi, and Urdu.
Areca nuts are chewed with betel leaf for their effects as a mild stimulant, causing a warming sensation in the body and slightly heightened alertness, although the effects vary from person to person. The effect of chewing betel leaf and areca nut together is relatively mild, and could be compared to that of drinking a cup of coffee.
The areca nut contains the tannins arecatannin and gallic acid; a fixed oil gum; a little terpineol; lignin; various saline substances; and three main alkaloids — arecoline, arecaidine and guvacine — all of which have vasoconstricting properties. The betel leaf chewed along with the nut contains eugenol, another vasoconstrictor. Tobacco leaf is often added to the mixture, thereby adding the effect of nicotine.
In parts of India, Sri Lanka and southern China, areca nuts are not only chewed along with betel leaf, but are also used in the preparation of Ayurvedic and traditional Chinese medicines. Powdered areca nut is used as a constituent in some dentifrices. Other traditional uses include the removal of tapeworms and other intestinal parasites by swallowing a few teaspoons of powdered areca nut, drunk as a decoction, or by taking tablets containing the extracted alkaloids. According to traditional Ayurvedic medicine, chewing areca nut and betel leaf is a good remedy against bad breath. Diplomat Edmund Roberts noted that Chinese people would mix areca nut with Uncaria gambir during his visit to China in the 1830s.[8] After chewing a betelnut, the red residue from chewing the betelnut, buai pekpek, is generally spit out and is considered an eyesore. This has led many places to ban chewing buai as many people spit the pekpek on the ground rather than in a spit cup or waste receptacle.
Now-a-days a special type Areca nut is available in Malenadu region i.e called as "Sweet Areca Nut".
TRADITION
Chewing the mixture of areca nut and betel leaf is a tradition, custom or ritual which dates back thousands of years in much of the geographical areas from South Asia eastward to the Pacific. It constitutes an important and popular cultural activity in many Asian and Oceanic countries, including Pakistan, the Maldives, India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Bhutan, Bangladesh, Burma (Myanmar), China, Laos, Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, Cambodia, Vietnam, Taiwan, the Philippines, Palau, Yap, Guam, Papua New Guinea, the Solomon Islands, and Vanuatu. It is not known how or when the areca nut and the betel leaf were first combined into one psychoactive drug. Archaeological evidence from Thailand, Indonesia and the Philippines suggests they have been used in tandem for at least 4000 years.
In Vietnam, the areca nut and the betel leaf are such important symbols of love and marriage that in Vietnamese the phrase "matters of betel and areca" (chuyện trầu cau) is synonymous with marriage. The tradition of chewing areca nuts starts the talk between the groom's parents and the bride's parents about the young couple's marriage. Therefore, the leaves and juices are used ceremonially in Vietnamese weddings. The folk tale explaining the origin of this Vietnamese tradition is a good illustration of the belief that the combination of areca nut and the betel leaf is ideal to the point they are practically inseparable, like an idealized married couple.
Malay culture and tradition hold betel nut and leaves in high esteem. Traditionally, guests who visit a Malay house are presented with a tray of areca nuts and betel leaves, in much the same way as drinks are offered to guests in many cultures around the world. There is even a Malay proverb about the betel nut, "bagaikan pinang dibelah dua", loosely translated, like a betel nut divided in half. It usually refers to newlyweds, who are compatible to each other, just like a betel nut when divided in half. The proverb is analogous to the English "two peas in a pod".In the Indian subcontinent, the chewing of betel and areca nut dates back to the pre-Vedic period Harappan empire. Formerly, in both India and Sri Lanka, it was a custom of the royalty to chew areca nut with betel leaf. Kings had special attendants whose duty it was to carry a box with all the necessary ingredients for a good chewing session. There was also a custom for lovers to chew areca nut and betel leaf together, because of its breath-freshening and relaxant properties. A sexual symbolism thus became attached to the chewing of the nut and the leaf. The areca nut represented the male principle, and the betel leaf the female principle. Considered an auspicious ingredient in Hinduism and some schools of Buddhism, the areca nut is still used along with betel leaf in religious ceremonies, and also while honoring individuals in much of southern Asia.In Assam, it is a tradition to offer pan-tamul (betel leaves and raw areca nut) to guests, after tea or meals, served in a brass plate with stands called bota. Among the Assamese, the areca nut also has a variety of uses during religious and marriage ceremonies, where it has the role of a fertility symbol.[citation needed] A tradition from Upper Assam is to invite guests to wedding receptions by offering a few areca nuts with betel leaves. During Bihu, the husori players are offered areca nuts and betel leaves by each household while their blessings are solicited. Spanish mariner Álvaro de Mendaña reported observing Solomon Islanders chewing the nut and the leaf with caustic lime, and the manner in which the habit stained their mouths red. He noted the friendly and genial chief Malope, on Santa Isabel Island, would offer him the combination as a token of friendship every time they met.
In Bhutan the areca nut is called doma. The raw areca nut, which is soft and moist is very potent and when chewed can cause palpitation and vasoconstricting. This form is eaten in the lower regions of Bhutan and in North Bengal, where the nut is cut into half and put into a local paan leaf with a generous amount of lime. In the rest of Bhutan the raw nut, with the husk on, is fermented such that the husk rots and is easy to extract. The fermented doma has a putrid odour, which can be smelled from miles. Traditionally, this fragrant nut is cut in half and placed on top of a cone made of local betel leaf, which has a dash of lime put into it. "Myth has it that the inhabitants of Bhutan traditionally known as Monyul, the land of Monpas where Buddhism did not reach lived on raw flesh, drank blood and chewed bones. After the arrival of Guru Rinpoche in the 8th century, he stopped the people from eating flesh and drinking blood and created a substitute which is betel leaf, lime and areca nut. Today, chewing doma has become a custom. Doma is served after meals, during rituals and ceremonies. It is offered to friends and is chewed at work places by all sections of the society and has become an essential part of Bhutanese life and culture."
The addition of tobacco leaf to the chewing mixture is a relatively recent innovation, as tobacco was not introduced from the American continent until the colonial era.
EFFECTS ON HEALTH
Habitual chewers of betel leaf and areca nut have a greatly increased risk of developing a range of serious diseases, including cancers of the mouth and esophagus. It has many systemic effects.
Chewing areca nut alone has been linked to oral submucosal fibrosis. According to Medline Plus, "Long-term use [of betel-areca preparations] has been associated with oral submucosal fibrosis (OSF), pre-cancerous oral lesions and squamous cell carcinoma. Acute effects of betel chewing include asthma exacerbation, hypertension, and tachycardia. There may additionally be a higher risk of cancers of the liver, mouth, esophagus, stomach, prostate, cervix, and lung with regular betel use. Other effects can include a possible effect on blood sugar levels, which may in turn increase the risk of developing type 2 diabetes."
Use of areca nut has been associated with deterioration of psychosis in patients with preexisting psychiatric disorders.
In 2003 the International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC), a World Health Organization sponsored group, reached the conclusion that there is sufficient evidence that the habit of chewing betel quid, with or without tobacco, is carcinogenic to humans. Support for this conclusion is provided by a recent study which found that paan, even without concurrent tobacco use, is a risk factor for oral cancer. In October, 2009, 30 scientists from 10 countries met at IARC to reassess the carcinogenicity of various agents including areca nut, and mechanisms of carcinogenesis. They confirmed there is sufficient evidence that areca nut, with or without tobacco, can cause cancer.
USE DURING PREGNAN
Chewing paan (and/or other areca nut and betel leaf formulations) during pregnancy significantly increases adverse outcomes for the baby. The habit is associated with higher incidences of preterm birth and low birth weight and height. Biologically, these effects may be a consequence of the arecoline that is found in areca nuts. The habit also exposes the unborn baby to various other toxic components linked to cancer.
MODERN-DAY CONSUMPTION
In India (the largest consumer of areca nut) and Pakistan, the preparation of nut with or without betel leaf is commonly referred to as paan. It is available practically everywhere and is sold in ready-to-chew pouches called pan masala or supari, as a mixture of many flavours whose primary base is areca nut crushed into small pieces. Poor people, who may eat only every other day, use it to stave off hunger pangs. Pan masala with a small quantity of tobacco is called gutka. The easily discarded, small plastic supari or gutka pouches are a ubiquitous pollutant of the South Asian environment. Some of the liquid in the mouth is usually disposed of by spitting, producing bright red spots wherever the expectorate lands. The Shimoga District in Karnataka is presently the largest producer of betelnut in India
In the Maldives, areca nut chewing is very popular, but spitting is frowned upon and regarded as an unrefined, repulsive way of chewing. Usually, people prefer to chew thin slices of the dry nut, which is sometimes roasted. Kili, a mixture of areca nut, betel, cloves, cardamom and sugar is sold in small home-made paper pouches. Old people who have lost their teeth keep "chewing" by pounding the mixture of areca nut and betel with a small mortar and pestle.
In Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, fresh areca nut, betel leaf or 'fruit leaf' (daka in PNG) and lime are sold on street corners. In these countries, dried or flavoured areca nut is not popular. Betelnuts there are referred to in Tok Pisin as buai, and the red spit from them, as well as their shells and rubbish thrown out along with the spit, is called buai pekpek. There has recently been a controversial ban on selling and chewing betelnuts and spitting buai pekpek in Port Moresby. Because of this, many people have tried to smuggle betelnuts into Pom Town. Notably, there was a raid in Hanuabada in May 2015 where several bags of betelnut were confiscated, the total value of the confiscated nut sacks exceeding $180,000 USD. Areca nut chewing has recently been introduced into Vanuatu, where it is growing in popularity, especially in the northern islands of the country. In Guam and the neighboring Northern Mariana Islands, betel and areca nut chewing is a social pastime as a means to extend friendship, and can be found in many, if not most, large gatherings as part of the food display.
In Palau, betel nut is chewed with lime, piper leaf and nowadays, with the addition of tobacco. Older and younger generations alike enjoy the use of betel nut, which is readily available at stores and markets. Unlike in Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, where the inner areca nut is used, in Palau, the areca nut's skin is chewed along with lime, leaf and tobacco and the juice is not swallowed but spat out.
In Taiwan, bags of 20 to 40 areca nuts are purchased fresh daily by a large number of consumers. To meet the steady year-round demand, two kinds of betel-nut shops sell betel and nuts, as well as cigarettes and drinks, including beer: Small mom and pop shops, often poorly maintained and with unassuming façades, and shops which will often consist of nothing more than a single, free-standing room, or booth. The latter is usually elevated one meter above the street, and measures less than 3 by 2 m. Large picture windows comprise two or more of the walls, allowing those who pass by a complete view of the interior. The interior is often painted brightly. Within such a shop, a sexily dressed young woman, a "betel nut beauty", can be seen preparing betel and areca nuts. Shops are often identified by multicoloured (commonly green) fluorescent tubes or neon lights that frame the windows or that are arranged radially above a store. Customers stop on the side of the road and wait for the girls to bring their betel and areca nut to their vehicles. The habit of chewing betel nut is often associated with blue-collar labor industries such a long-haul transportation, construction, or fishing. Workers in these labor-intensive industries use betel nut for its stimulating effect, but it also becomes a tool for socializing with coworkers. For example, studies have shown chewing betel nut is prevalent among taxi, bus and truck drivers, who rely on the stimulating effect of betel nut to cope with long work hours. For these reasons, oral cancer has been identified as a leading cause of death in professions with high betel nut-chewing rates.
In Hainan and Hunan Province, China, where Xiangtan is a center of use and processing, a wide range of old and young people consume areca nut daily. Most, though, consume the dried variety of the nut by itself, without the betel leaves. Some people also consume the areca nut in its raw, fresh form with or without the betel leaves. Betel nuts are sold mostly by old women walking around trying to sell it, but the dried version can be found in most shops which sell tea, alcohol and cigarettes.
In Thailand, the consumption of areca nut has declined gradually in the last decades. The younger generation rarely chews the substance, especially in the cities. Most of the present-day consumption is confined to older generations, mostly people above 50. Even so, small trays of betel leaves and sliced tender areca nut are sold in markets and used as offerings in Buddhist shrines.
In the Philippines, chewing the areca nut and betel leaf was a very widespread tradition in the past. Now, though, this tradition is almost dead among the urban people in the cities and big towns, and has largely been replaced by chewing gum and cigarettes. Nowadays, older people are the only ones chewing betel nuts. But in rural areas, betel nut-chewing is very much alive.
In the United States, areca nut is not a controlled or specially taxed substance and may be found in some Asian grocery stores. However, importation of areca nut in a form other than whole or carved kernels of nuts can be stopped at the discretion of US Customs officers on the grounds of food, agricultural, or medicinal drug violations. Such actions by Customs are very rare. In the United Kingdom, areca nut is readily available in Asian grocery stores and even in shredded forms from the World Food aisles of larger Tesco supermarkets.
Possession of betel nut or leaf is banned in the UAE and is a punishable offense.
Recently it has been reported that areca nut powder extract is capable of reducing silver ions to create silver nanoparticles, which may be useful as antimicrobial agents.
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Thankyou so much for all your words of encouragement and concern about Tess.
She is back home tonight thank goodness :)
It is however not very good news. The results from the veterinary hospital show that she has cancerous growth in her nose which is untreatable. She is alright in herself but we have to keep our eye open for signs that the cancer has grown too much. How long she has we just don't know.
For tonight I'm just glad she's home and she's going to be a very spoilt doggie from now on.
Thanks again. I can't type more or I'll get emotional ;D
The areca nut (/ˈærɨkə/ or /əˈriːkə/) is the seed of the areca palm (Areca catechu), which grows in much of the tropical Pacific, Asia, and parts of east Africa. It is commonly referred to as betel nut, as it is often chewed wrapped in betel leaves (paan). The term areca originated from a South Asian word during the 16th century, when Dutch and Portuguese sailors took the nut to Europe.
The habit has many harmful effects on health. The International Agency for Research on Cancer concluded after reviewing the published medical research that chewing areca nut is carcinogenic to humans. Various compounds present in the nut, most importantly arecoline (the primary psychoactive ingredient), contribute to histologic changes in the oral mucosa. As with chewing tobacco, its use is discouraged by preventive efforts, such as awareness of the risks of chewing buai.
DESCRIPTION
The areca nut is not a true nut, but rather a fruit categorized as a drupe. It is commercially available in dried, cured and fresh forms. When the husk of the fresh fruit is green, the nut inside is soft enough to be cut with a typical knife. In the ripe fruit, the husk becomes yellow or orange and, as it dries, the fruit inside hardens to a wood-like consistency. At that stage, the areca nut can only be sliced using a special scissors-like cutter (known as aḍakattera in Telugu, adake kattari in Kannada,bajjeai in Tulu, adakitta [अडकित्ता] in Marathi, puwak [පුවක්] in Sinhala, jaanti in Bengali, adakka അടക്കാ in Malayalam, pakku (பாக்கு) in Tamil, sarautaa in Hindi, Khilikaati in Odia, and sudi in Gujarati).
Usually for chewing, a few slices of the nut are wrapped in a betel leaf along with calcium hydroxide (slaked lime) and may include clove, cardamom, catechu (kattha) and/or other spices for extra flavouring. Betel leaf has a fresh, peppery taste, but it can also be bitter to varying degrees depending on the variety. The combination of areca nut with betel leaf is called "buai" in Tok Pisin (with the spit being known as buai pekpek), "goi" in (Bodo), tamul (তামূল/ "তামোল")in Assamese, kavala in Kannada, tambulam in Sanskrit, bajjai in Tulu, and paan in Hindi, Marathi, Punjabi, and Urdu.
Areca nuts are chewed with betel leaf for their effects as a mild stimulant, causing a warming sensation in the body and slightly heightened alertness, although the effects vary from person to person. The effect of chewing betel leaf and areca nut together is relatively mild, and could be compared to that of drinking a cup of coffee.
The areca nut contains the tannins arecatannin and gallic acid; a fixed oil gum; a little terpineol; lignin; various saline substances; and three main alkaloids — arecoline, arecaidine and guvacine — all of which have vasoconstricting properties. The betel leaf chewed along with the nut contains eugenol, another vasoconstrictor. Tobacco leaf is often added to the mixture, thereby adding the effect of nicotine.
In parts of India, Sri Lanka and southern China, areca nuts are not only chewed along with betel leaf, but are also used in the preparation of Ayurvedic and traditional Chinese medicines. Powdered areca nut is used as a constituent in some dentifrices. Other traditional uses include the removal of tapeworms and other intestinal parasites by swallowing a few teaspoons of powdered areca nut, drunk as a decoction, or by taking tablets containing the extracted alkaloids. According to traditional Ayurvedic medicine, chewing areca nut and betel leaf is a good remedy against bad breath. Diplomat Edmund Roberts noted that Chinese people would mix areca nut with Uncaria gambir during his visit to China in the 1830s.[8] After chewing a betelnut, the red residue from chewing the betelnut, buai pekpek, is generally spit out and is considered an eyesore. This has led many places to ban chewing buai as many people spit the pekpek on the ground rather than in a spit cup or waste receptacle.
Now-a-days a special type Areca nut is available in Malenadu region i.e called as "Sweet Areca Nut".
TRADITION
Chewing the mixture of areca nut and betel leaf is a tradition, custom or ritual which dates back thousands of years in much of the geographical areas from South Asia eastward to the Pacific. It constitutes an important and popular cultural activity in many Asian and Oceanic countries, including Pakistan, the Maldives, India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Bhutan, Bangladesh, Burma (Myanmar), China, Laos, Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, Cambodia, Vietnam, Taiwan, the Philippines, Palau, Yap, Guam, Papua New Guinea, the Solomon Islands, and Vanuatu. It is not known how or when the areca nut and the betel leaf were first combined into one psychoactive drug. Archaeological evidence from Thailand, Indonesia and the Philippines suggests they have been used in tandem for at least 4000 years.
In Vietnam, the areca nut and the betel leaf are such important symbols of love and marriage that in Vietnamese the phrase "matters of betel and areca" (chuyện trầu cau) is synonymous with marriage. The tradition of chewing areca nuts starts the talk between the groom's parents and the bride's parents about the young couple's marriage. Therefore, the leaves and juices are used ceremonially in Vietnamese weddings. The folk tale explaining the origin of this Vietnamese tradition is a good illustration of the belief that the combination of areca nut and the betel leaf is ideal to the point they are practically inseparable, like an idealized married couple.
Malay culture and tradition hold betel nut and leaves in high esteem. Traditionally, guests who visit a Malay house are presented with a tray of areca nuts and betel leaves, in much the same way as drinks are offered to guests in many cultures around the world. There is even a Malay proverb about the betel nut, "bagaikan pinang dibelah dua", loosely translated, like a betel nut divided in half. It usually refers to newlyweds, who are compatible to each other, just like a betel nut when divided in half. The proverb is analogous to the English "two peas in a pod".In the Indian subcontinent, the chewing of betel and areca nut dates back to the pre-Vedic period Harappan empire. Formerly, in both India and Sri Lanka, it was a custom of the royalty to chew areca nut with betel leaf. Kings had special attendants whose duty it was to carry a box with all the necessary ingredients for a good chewing session. There was also a custom for lovers to chew areca nut and betel leaf together, because of its breath-freshening and relaxant properties. A sexual symbolism thus became attached to the chewing of the nut and the leaf. The areca nut represented the male principle, and the betel leaf the female principle. Considered an auspicious ingredient in Hinduism and some schools of Buddhism, the areca nut is still used along with betel leaf in religious ceremonies, and also while honoring individuals in much of southern Asia.In Assam, it is a tradition to offer pan-tamul (betel leaves and raw areca nut) to guests, after tea or meals, served in a brass plate with stands called bota. Among the Assamese, the areca nut also has a variety of uses during religious and marriage ceremonies, where it has the role of a fertility symbol.[citation needed] A tradition from Upper Assam is to invite guests to wedding receptions by offering a few areca nuts with betel leaves. During Bihu, the husori players are offered areca nuts and betel leaves by each household while their blessings are solicited. Spanish mariner Álvaro de Mendaña reported observing Solomon Islanders chewing the nut and the leaf with caustic lime, and the manner in which the habit stained their mouths red. He noted the friendly and genial chief Malope, on Santa Isabel Island, would offer him the combination as a token of friendship every time they met.
In Bhutan the areca nut is called doma. The raw areca nut, which is soft and moist is very potent and when chewed can cause palpitation and vasoconstricting. This form is eaten in the lower regions of Bhutan and in North Bengal, where the nut is cut into half and put into a local paan leaf with a generous amount of lime. In the rest of Bhutan the raw nut, with the husk on, is fermented such that the husk rots and is easy to extract. The fermented doma has a putrid odour, which can be smelled from miles. Traditionally, this fragrant nut is cut in half and placed on top of a cone made of local betel leaf, which has a dash of lime put into it. "Myth has it that the inhabitants of Bhutan traditionally known as Monyul, the land of Monpas where Buddhism did not reach lived on raw flesh, drank blood and chewed bones. After the arrival of Guru Rinpoche in the 8th century, he stopped the people from eating flesh and drinking blood and created a substitute which is betel leaf, lime and areca nut. Today, chewing doma has become a custom. Doma is served after meals, during rituals and ceremonies. It is offered to friends and is chewed at work places by all sections of the society and has become an essential part of Bhutanese life and culture."
The addition of tobacco leaf to the chewing mixture is a relatively recent innovation, as tobacco was not introduced from the American continent until the colonial era.
EFFECTS ON HEALTH
Habitual chewers of betel leaf and areca nut have a greatly increased risk of developing a range of serious diseases, including cancers of the mouth and esophagus. It has many systemic effects.
Chewing areca nut alone has been linked to oral submucosal fibrosis. According to Medline Plus, "Long-term use [of betel-areca preparations] has been associated with oral submucosal fibrosis (OSF), pre-cancerous oral lesions and squamous cell carcinoma. Acute effects of betel chewing include asthma exacerbation, hypertension, and tachycardia. There may additionally be a higher risk of cancers of the liver, mouth, esophagus, stomach, prostate, cervix, and lung with regular betel use. Other effects can include a possible effect on blood sugar levels, which may in turn increase the risk of developing type 2 diabetes."
Use of areca nut has been associated with deterioration of psychosis in patients with preexisting psychiatric disorders.
In 2003 the International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC), a World Health Organization sponsored group, reached the conclusion that there is sufficient evidence that the habit of chewing betel quid, with or without tobacco, is carcinogenic to humans. Support for this conclusion is provided by a recent study which found that paan, even without concurrent tobacco use, is a risk factor for oral cancer. In October, 2009, 30 scientists from 10 countries met at IARC to reassess the carcinogenicity of various agents including areca nut, and mechanisms of carcinogenesis. They confirmed there is sufficient evidence that areca nut, with or without tobacco, can cause cancer.
USE DURING PREGNAN
Chewing paan (and/or other areca nut and betel leaf formulations) during pregnancy significantly increases adverse outcomes for the baby. The habit is associated with higher incidences of preterm birth and low birth weight and height. Biologically, these effects may be a consequence of the arecoline that is found in areca nuts. The habit also exposes the unborn baby to various other toxic components linked to cancer.
MODERN-DAY CONSUMPTION
In India (the largest consumer of areca nut) and Pakistan, the preparation of nut with or without betel leaf is commonly referred to as paan. It is available practically everywhere and is sold in ready-to-chew pouches called pan masala or supari, as a mixture of many flavours whose primary base is areca nut crushed into small pieces. Poor people, who may eat only every other day, use it to stave off hunger pangs. Pan masala with a small quantity of tobacco is called gutka. The easily discarded, small plastic supari or gutka pouches are a ubiquitous pollutant of the South Asian environment. Some of the liquid in the mouth is usually disposed of by spitting, producing bright red spots wherever the expectorate lands. The Shimoga District in Karnataka is presently the largest producer of betelnut in India
In the Maldives, areca nut chewing is very popular, but spitting is frowned upon and regarded as an unrefined, repulsive way of chewing. Usually, people prefer to chew thin slices of the dry nut, which is sometimes roasted. Kili, a mixture of areca nut, betel, cloves, cardamom and sugar is sold in small home-made paper pouches. Old people who have lost their teeth keep "chewing" by pounding the mixture of areca nut and betel with a small mortar and pestle.
In Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, fresh areca nut, betel leaf or 'fruit leaf' (daka in PNG) and lime are sold on street corners. In these countries, dried or flavoured areca nut is not popular. Betelnuts there are referred to in Tok Pisin as buai, and the red spit from them, as well as their shells and rubbish thrown out along with the spit, is called buai pekpek. There has recently been a controversial ban on selling and chewing betelnuts and spitting buai pekpek in Port Moresby. Because of this, many people have tried to smuggle betelnuts into Pom Town. Notably, there was a raid in Hanuabada in May 2015 where several bags of betelnut were confiscated, the total value of the confiscated nut sacks exceeding $180,000 USD. Areca nut chewing has recently been introduced into Vanuatu, where it is growing in popularity, especially in the northern islands of the country. In Guam and the neighboring Northern Mariana Islands, betel and areca nut chewing is a social pastime as a means to extend friendship, and can be found in many, if not most, large gatherings as part of the food display.
In Palau, betel nut is chewed with lime, piper leaf and nowadays, with the addition of tobacco. Older and younger generations alike enjoy the use of betel nut, which is readily available at stores and markets. Unlike in Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands, where the inner areca nut is used, in Palau, the areca nut's skin is chewed along with lime, leaf and tobacco and the juice is not swallowed but spat out.
In Taiwan, bags of 20 to 40 areca nuts are purchased fresh daily by a large number of consumers. To meet the steady year-round demand, two kinds of betel-nut shops sell betel and nuts, as well as cigarettes and drinks, including beer: Small mom and pop shops, often poorly maintained and with unassuming façades, and shops which will often consist of nothing more than a single, free-standing room, or booth. The latter is usually elevated one meter above the street, and measures less than 3 by 2 m. Large picture windows comprise two or more of the walls, allowing those who pass by a complete view of the interior. The interior is often painted brightly. Within such a shop, a sexily dressed young woman, a "betel nut beauty", can be seen preparing betel and areca nuts. Shops are often identified by multicoloured (commonly green) fluorescent tubes or neon lights that frame the windows or that are arranged radially above a store. Customers stop on the side of the road and wait for the girls to bring their betel and areca nut to their vehicles. The habit of chewing betel nut is often associated with blue-collar labor industries such a long-haul transportation, construction, or fishing. Workers in these labor-intensive industries use betel nut for its stimulating effect, but it also becomes a tool for socializing with coworkers. For example, studies have shown chewing betel nut is prevalent among taxi, bus and truck drivers, who rely on the stimulating effect of betel nut to cope with long work hours. For these reasons, oral cancer has been identified as a leading cause of death in professions with high betel nut-chewing rates.
In Hainan and Hunan Province, China, where Xiangtan is a center of use and processing, a wide range of old and young people consume areca nut daily. Most, though, consume the dried variety of the nut by itself, without the betel leaves. Some people also consume the areca nut in its raw, fresh form with or without the betel leaves. Betel nuts are sold mostly by old women walking around trying to sell it, but the dried version can be found in most shops which sell tea, alcohol and cigarettes.
In Thailand, the consumption of areca nut has declined gradually in the last decades. The younger generation rarely chews the substance, especially in the cities. Most of the present-day consumption is confined to older generations, mostly people above 50. Even so, small trays of betel leaves and sliced tender areca nut are sold in markets and used as offerings in Buddhist shrines.
In the Philippines, chewing the areca nut and betel leaf was a very widespread tradition in the past. Now, though, this tradition is almost dead among the urban people in the cities and big towns, and has largely been replaced by chewing gum and cigarettes. Nowadays, older people are the only ones chewing betel nuts. But in rural areas, betel nut-chewing is very much alive.
In the United States, areca nut is not a controlled or specially taxed substance and may be found in some Asian grocery stores. However, importation of areca nut in a form other than whole or carved kernels of nuts can be stopped at the discretion of US Customs officers on the grounds of food, agricultural, or medicinal drug violations. Such actions by Customs are very rare. In the United Kingdom, areca nut is readily available in Asian grocery stores and even in shredded forms from the World Food aisles of larger Tesco supermarkets.
Possession of betel nut or leaf is banned in the UAE and is a punishable offense.
Recently it has been reported that areca nut powder extract is capable of reducing silver ions to create silver nanoparticles, which may be useful as antimicrobial agents.
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My poor Banjo. In the last 2 weeks a lump started growing on his head. It grew extremely quickly. I had 2 days off, came back to work and noticed a large difference. So this afternoon off to the vet it was. He said Banjo has a skin tumor and will have to have it removed. So in 2 days he's going in for surgery then it will be tested to see if it's cancerous or not.
Fingers crossed it comes back benign.
There is indeed no hope. Here in and from what was once 'Great Britain' we gave the world amongst other things, railways. The places at which passengers could board or alight were known as stations. Hundreds of towns and cities in this once great country bore testament to their ubiquity with a proliferation of Station Roads. The British railway station needed no prefix, it was always just 'The Station', or Railway station if there really was the need to drive the point home. Buses, coaches and the Police amongst others were so treated, but not the one for railway use. Sadly, in a gradual cancerous way, the Americanism 'Train Station' is infiltrating almost un-checked along with, amongst others, the misuse of the word alternate, when really they mean alternative. It's a slippery slope! Imagine my horror and surprise to find such a chalked sign as this at a Heritage Centre largely dedicated to the birth of Britain's railways....
Oh, and the times were at variance to those I'd been given to operate too!
Cut surface of a nephrectomy specimen (surgical removal of the kidney) showing a large cancerous tumour (renal cell carcinoma, clear cell type).
I am sure that many readers will be offended by this photograph. I admit that it is obscene. The image has not been tampered with in any way: I have not cut and pasted pictures of motor vehicles from some other context. These people really are buying petrol from a B.P. service station in Oxfordshire, as if nothing has happened.
Meanwhile, a further 19, 000 gallons of oil will have polluted the Gulf of Mexico throughout the course of today. Presumably, the people in this photograph are not ignorant enough to be unaware of this. Perhaps they think this grotesque act of environmental terrorism is justified in the name of economics, and they really don’t mind handing over their money, as if in vindication of the deed.
No, that wasn’t hyperbole. It is terrorism: an act of violence that intimidates the whole world. B.P. knowingly and undemocratically built an oil rig in an environmentally sensitive area, holding the entire ecosystem of the Gulf of Mexico to ransom, and it did so without due consideration of how it might respond should things go wrong. When the inevitable happened (and it is inevitable that things will go wrong with oil rigs, if you have enough of them), the corporation derided the world by cynically trying to plug the leak with golf balls and bits of old tyre. Its chief spokesman admitted that the company does not have the “tools” in its bag to deal with the spill, whilst wistfully hoping that something miraculous would happen to stop it, so that he could “have his life back”. He didn’t bomb a bus, or fly an aeroplane into the World Trade Centre, because he lacks the ideological conviction of the people who do such terrible deeds. His corporation’s form of terrorism is more indiscriminate, more impersonal, and it is inspired not by conviction, but by greed.
Perhaps the people in the photograph do not think this. Perhaps they think that capitalism is always justified in the pursuit of greater and greater profits, no matter what the human and animal cost. If this is the reason they are still buying from B.P., I have no further argument with them: they are simply monsters, and I cannot expect to understand them.
More likely, I suspect, they have just not thought about it. They probably didn’t even notice the B.P. insignia as they drove in: it’s just another service station. But is it not a source of shame to them that the biggest environmental disaster in history is presided over by a company of British origin, even as they fly St. George’s cross from their wing mirrors in anticipation of the World Cup? Don’t they feel a rising bilge of horror as they hand over their cash payment for the filthy stuff they have just poured into their vehicles? Is there not even a twinge of conscience?
They might feel differently if they had ever handled an oiled seabird. I have done so, and can affirm that crude oil is the stuff of nightmares. You put on rubber gloves, and robe yourself in plastic in order to avoid being smeared with the noxious stuff yourself: it dissolves cell membranes and causes mutation and cancer. Wearing the gloves makes the bird twice as slippery in your hands as it telescopes its neck to look at you, its agonized eyes bulging from its sleekly blackened skull. The webbed feet flail madly, then weaken. The stench nauseates you. The oil clogs the bird’s nostrils, and every feather is welded to the next, plastered with black clag. The feathers must be washed and rinsed individually, and the gunk never quite disappears. After the hideous process is over, the bird’s chances of release remain minimal. In all likelihood, it has swallowed some oil, and will die, spewing the stuff from both ends. If not, it will take months for the feathers to regain their natural waterproofing – achieved when the bird preens after touching its beak to the uropygial gland at the base of its tail – and if it were left afloat on the ocean, it would simply sink and drown, or die of hypothermia. To handle one such case is heartbreaking. Imagine how many birds are affected, at 19, 000 gallons a day.
That is only the beginning. The Gulf of Mexico is home to twenty-eight species of marine mammal including the manatee, three species of dolphin and six species of endangered whale. It has five species of threatened or endangered sea turtle, innumerable species of fish including the endangered smalltooth sawfish, threatened staghorn and elkhorn corals, and myriad marine invertebrates that form the base of the food chain. At the top of this food chain, human beings are also suffering, although some (people whose livelihood lies in the Gulf itself) are more worthy of compassion than others (B.P. shareholders, for example).
Perhaps people will recognise their own vehicle registration plates in this picture. Probably, they will try to justify their actions: “This could have happened to any oil company; they are all as dirty as each other, but I have to get to work.” By privatizing public transport, and allowing market forces to erode it so that services are only offered where they are profitable, our governments are partly to blame for our private oil consumption. But the fight has to start somewhere, it has to start soon, and it must start with us, not with cynical governments or avaricious corporations. A world is at stake, and arguments from economics will not even cut the scum on the surface. Let the big corporations destroy the environment completely, and there won’t be any economics at all.
There is only one morally acceptable thing for us to do: boycott B.P. until it begins to atone for its actions. And it can only do that by ceasing to operate as a profit-making company, pouring all its resources into cleaning up the Gulf of Mexico, and offering what succour it can to those creatures it has assailed. Any money that remains at the end of this process must go towards setting up fully nationalized factories devoted to building affordable cars which run on ethanol. This would create jobs, prevent wars, atone for the oil industry’s sins against the environment, and help to ensure that B.P. does not go down in history as an international pariah.
In the meantime, driver of a black VW, registration number V008 VVB, put your car into reverse, drive out onto the A420, and get your petrol from the service station just down the road. They might be just another cancerous corporation, but they are not currently fiddling with golf balls and wanting their lives back whilst the ocean fills with oil. Your protest will be miniscule and imperfect, but it has to be better than stooping this low.
I apologize profusely, for many reasons.
1: This is not the idea I had in mind; I was unable to execute the proper pic I wanted, due to reasons explained in a sec.
2: The explanation is going to be lengthy.
3: This is late, and I'm sorry. =( My Sunday was not a great day. Firstly, the time change (springing forward an hour) always throws me off, and this year caught me off guard more than usual. Secondly, I didn't feel well all day today. Not at all.
Anyway, let me explain....
I have been employed with my company for four and a half years.
Six months into working for them, I was promoted to being an assistant manager.
A year later, I transferred stores, because one closer to home opened up.
I have been unhappy with the company for a long, long time.
The environment has become unhealthy for me, wearing me down and making me hate myself. It doesn't help when other managers (less experienced) are given opportunities I've never been allowed (like going home when they're having bad days; I am just told to suck it up and leave my problems at the door when I have a bad day). And when I tell my manager that I am unhappy working the closing shift all the time, he says there's nothing he can do; when I tell him I'm unhappy working there, he blows it off.
....well......
I have decided that I am leaving my job.
Really.
Quitting in the face of a recession, with no other immediate means of an income.
It's ballsy, and some would say it's stupid. Or selfish.
But honestly, I am still young, and I don't have to work in an environment that only makes me unhappy and drags me down.
I already have an issue with self esteem, and when I spend 35-40 hours a week in an environment that makes me feel stuck and that I am not good enough for improvement, I feel that place to be cancerous and not worth my time.
So I am leaving.
My boss doesn't know yet; his nephew is in town, and, having filled the recently-evacuated position of Freight Manager, he is taking five days off.
It will be difficult, I know.
But when I wrote my notice out, and saw it in my own handwriting, I was instantly liberated.
I felt a great weight lift off my shoulders. I smiled a bunch more that night, and was even joking around with customers more than I had in a very long time.
I have enough money in my account to pay for the rest of the bill I still owe, and with the date I have chosen (April 10th) I still have two and a half paychecks coming.
I have faith that everything will be ok.
Anyway, the photo is meant to show the hazardous conditions that carrying those keys has produced. Sometimes, they feel really freaking heavy. (And I don't mean literally.)
I imagined more of a LOTR-type thing happening on my neck (you know, when a certain hobbit starts showing physical symptoms of the One Ring's weight) and then Jake suggested that I add in some nasty skin conditions.
Since it wasn't going to be the photo I had in mind anyway (wrong background, wrong angle) I decided that we'd play with that idea and see what came of it.
I found the nasty skin condition here.
I will upload the proper pic when I get a chance; hopefully after I feel better.
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This week I found it harder than usual to step in front of the camera.
Earlier this summer I was diagnosed with Basal Cell Carcinoma... on my NOSE! And another much smaller pre-cancerous spot on the base of my neck. I had them removed 8 weeks ago today.
They say Basal Cell is the "best kind" of cancer to get. If you ask me, cancer is cancer. I will be visibly scarred for the rest of my life, despite not having to go through any chemo or radiation.
I am eternally grateful that the diagnosis wasn't worse.
Today, despite my best efforts, I'm still feeling vain. I'm not ready to embrace the scar... yet.
So this weeks theme will also serve as a public service announcement. Get your spots checked. It could save your life. And of course, my mantra these days is wear sunscreen!
The beloved ESPN Club at Disney's Boardwalk, taken in 2008. One of the hottest spots in all Disney, closed to much dismay in May 2022.
Opening in 1996 with marveled vitality, the lively restaurant and bar was a party of piled high plates of nachos and gambit, a casual bar unlike any other in Disney World proper, with the added benefit of opening past park hours refuge for the adults in the room.
In its earlier years, the bar adjacent seats featured PlayStation consoles at its booths, an ESPN-centric gift shop to the right and a stadium-style dining room the left, complete with monitors of every game from football to futball of all kinds around the world.
A one of kind, loosened experience once alien to anyplace in Disney that wasn't Pleasure Island was here and will be missed at Boardwalk's other tail end.
The vivacious club came to a cancerous end in its last years, tired, with crowds becoming scant and portions scaled way back, dooming this place to have guests flock elsewhere and onwhere.
Medical disaster - Wed. night, she ate supper but seemed tired. No fever, no pain, no vomiting, or diarrhea. Early Thur. morning she walked slowly outside and collapsed. Rushed her to the Emergency vets. Using ultrasound, he found a large ruptured mass on her spleen and she was bleeding internally. These growths are usually malignant and cancerous cells had probably already invaded other organs. Still in shock a day later. Chuck is very clingy but a big comfort. Oct. 2016.
back in July I went to the Doctor as I was having issues passing water ( peeing ). I was sent for a scan and they found a lump on my kidney.
I was sent for a CT scan and two weeks later found out that the lump was inside my Kidney and.it was a cancerous Tumor
In September I was sent for another scan to see if the cancer had spread ...Found out two weeks later that it hadn't spread and I was still stage two.
I was summoned to the Hospital in October to be told I would be coming in to have my Kidney removed as it would clear me of cancer and stop the spread. Yesterday ( Monday 8th ) I had my Kidney removed . I am currently waiting to be sent home. my recovery will take four to six weeks and means I can't go anywhere for four weeks and.cant go back to work for six weeks Hence why my Flickr page will be quiet for a bit
would just like to take the opportunity to thank everyone who supported my page over the last ten years wether you have commented.or just faved a photo ..I'm up to 17.5 million views .
I have met and made a few friends through this site and some of you have even met the " Flickr legend"..Coaches only....yep I have been called that lol....and have formed some good relationships with these friends... Thank you everyone I Will be back....see you soon
Lee " Coaches only "
I sat on the ledge of the building, the fresh snow of another year gently drifted onto my armour. It was a cold night but the cancerous glow and heat from my Camel kept me warm. In my time off, I had drifted back towards my smoking habit, not a good thing for me. I'm about to call it a night, it's 3AM and there hasn't been anything to get involved in. That's when I hear the screams followed by several blasts of rifle fire. The gunshots sounds close. I don't waste any time in spewing out my cigarette, hiking down my mask over my face, throwing my hood up , grabbing the steel shaft of my spear and leaping down into the alleyway.
I land somewhat gracelessly. My keeping a low profile has resulted in a slight loss of skill over the few months. The gunshots finally cease and I hear a set of heavy feet run away in the direction I'm headed. I run through the maze of alleys until the stench of blood fills my nose. My foots splooshes into a puddle of fresh blood and I lose my balance yet again, sliding into the alley wall. Before my eyes is a disturbing sight; an entire family lies stacked and all shot to death, rather clumsily might I add. On the wall in front of me is a swastika cross with the words "schmutzig juden" written and drawn in the victim's blood. The victims of the shooting it seems are Jewish. I push myself up off the ground and continue the chase.
I come to an alleyway with a crate against the wall and it appears to be a deadens, the culprit has been caught, red handed. A beefy peroxide-blonde man in a toque, his back to me is drenched in blood and fiddling with a rifle. I silently approach him, but he whirls around.
"'Ey! Who the fuck are you? Wasn't you supposed to be dead?"
"Sorry to disappoint." I chuckle beneath my mask.
"Not one step closer t'me or...or I'll shoot you the fuck down! Yeah! Just like I did to them rats over there..."
"They weren't rats you, scumbag. They were humans, unlike you..."
"They's sub-human garbage, ya btich. My boss say they needs t'be 'lminated-"
I'm pissed now. I lunge at him with the butt of my spear before he can react. I use the full power of the shaft and strike him in the forehead and he sprawls.
"Sorry... did I hear that correctly? You... have a boss?"
"Yee..."
"Who? To who do you answer?"
"..."
"Answer me you little shit."
I flip onto his belly and pull his arm up behind his back and he yelps like a piglet. I've missed this feeling of power waaaaay too much.
"I ain't tellin' you nothing ya li'l whore! When my boss-AAAHHHH!!"
"Do you feel that?"
His elbow is just centimetres from his ass. He nods.
"Tell me who and where you boss is... or I'll shove it up. Got it?"
He spits on the ground and gnashes his teeth. Intimidating, much?!
"Fine. He calls 'imself Blitzkrieg. Old guy, bottle blonde the rest've us. I ain't never seen him with my own peepers but I heard he hangs out in the industrial district."
"This 'Blitzkrieg'... he has many followers?"
The man nods his head.
"Excellent. I have what I need. Thank you for your cooperation."
"D-do I get t' live...?"
"Oh hell-fuckin'-no. You gunned down a whole family... and hey! You're. A. Fucking. Nazi. To me, that's an instant ticket to hell."
"NO!"
I grab his rifle and crush his skull with the stock. I check out the gun. It's a Heckler and Koch 416 carbine. Nice rifle. German made. Next stop, the industrial district. I also need some better leads.
2005-2007
80" x 96"
Colored pencil, graphite, acrylic on wood panel
Collection:
Crocker Art Museum
(Robert Cremean: Metaphor and Process, the video, may be seen at www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgrxW8xSvrA)
Hereafter are the transcriptions of the handwritten text on the above two panels. The first for the panel on the left and the second for the panel on the right:
Left Panel
"He has created Me as I have created Him. As He lives, I live. If He diminishes, I diminish. If He dies, I die. My laws are His laws. I define Him as He defines Me. We are inseparable, cut from the whole cloth of self-deception. He serves my purpose. By giving face to that which is not, I have created Him in My image. By My will He has created the universe. By His word I control Mine. In the beginning there was the word and the word was Mine. Fear. Out of fear I created Him, and through fear I control Mine. Through belief We exist and by consensus We prevail. Belief is the second word in the alphabet of survival. We impose order for the good of the congregation. Through fear We enforce belief. As We maintain the mirrored sphere of relativity and relationships, we demand only that the congregation believe in Our mutual self-creation. I am He and He is Me, a simple equation for mutual preservation. Enforcement is the third word in the alphabet of survival. Mine is the most primitive word in the alphabet. To have, to take, to keep, to kill. This Mineness has preserved Our Isness from the beginning of domination. The seventh word is Infinity, a belief in beyondness, the seductive lure of extension, expansion, dominion. Life beyond death. Mine. My invention of time has given dimension to My enterprise. My survival instincts have elevated reproduction into metaphor and myth, repetition into history. My Isness has defined My species from the beginning of that which is. It is I who Am. We have survived, He and I, millennium upon millennium in symbiotic union. In congregation, We have enforced Our fealty, We have forced recognition of Our essentiality. Through force and threat of force We have reified definition. Through punishment and threat of punishment We have established infinity, dominion, repetition, and dogma. We have created Ourself, complete and inseparable, immortalized by obeisance. What We destroy creates Us. Those We exile confirm Us. What We reflect repeats us. Generation after generation, Father after Father, We maintain fear and stasis. This is so and has always been so. We are the beginning and the end. Sated and bloated with our repetition, We have created one too many prophets, one too many means for mutual suicide. We implode. Out of fear We wrap the fogs of illusion tighter to oblate the light. But nothing will stay Our diminishment. Our congregations will destroy Us in Our name. What irony! Our suicide was foretold and only We, the victim, could not foresee its inevitability. We created Us and within Our creation was the prophecy of Our destruction As We believed Ourselves to be, We have become. Illusion defined Us. Illusion defeats Us. Illusion destroys Us. In the beginning was the word and the word was fear. In the Now there is the word and the word is fear. In the beginning and in the now is repetition, and through fear and repetition nature engulfs us all. All its species including Us who survive by illusion. We who insist on our separateness, Our divinity, Our dominion, Our illusion. Nature fears Us and ignores Our illusions. It shits on Our statues and rusts Our artifacts. What We believe and what We make are of no consequence. What Our prophecies portend and what Our fate will be is of no consequence. We are what Our species is and exist accordingly, hermetically and divine. Our hunger is magnificent. We devour the earth. We pollute the waters and the air with the wastes of Our sovereignty—and We pollute Our offspring with illusion. We are bloated with aggrandizement and waste. We falter in Our certitude. We have over-reached the horizon of illusion We are insupportable. Cast into confusion, We thrash about in the quicksand of conflicting dogmas. We attack Our reflection and eat Our young. Through fear, We have created Our conclusion and the conclusion of Our dominion. We have existed too long. We control now through platitude and cliché, addiction and repetition, enforcement and threat. Fear. We are gaseous with rot and self-corruption. We who have ever been the means for survival are now survival’s end. Our prophecies are now concrete...We have reached completion. The creator no longer masks the destroyer. We are one. Bloated and defeated by Our victory, We have secured Our destination, the end of history, and still We refrain. Our belief demands actualization, proof of Our oneness...and still We refrain. We are afraid. Doubt bloats Us. Fear bloats Us. We are bloated by oneness. Consumed by completion, without proof of completion, We are suspended within a bubble of silence. Waiting. Our death is assured. We are bloated with it. We reek of it. All, save Us, know that this is so. We are senseless with confusion. We wait. We cling and We wait, terrorized by silence. Our dominion is silent. It has witnessed Our creation, our Oneness, and Our suicide. It sees what We do not see. It hears what we do not hear. It knows what we do not know. It is afraid. What has always been is no more and it is silent. It is afraid. Our death began with a light so bright that the future was cast into silhouettes and stains of shadow. We took no heed. Our suicide was accidental. We lacked connection with death as We lacked connection with life. It was expediential, a means to an end. It was, however, an end that was not foreseen. Our death was in the light and We embraced it. Without connection, we embraced it. Our dominion has no alternative to Our Isness. We have ruled by fear and threat. Our illusion, Our protectorate concedes no alternative. As we die Our dominion dies. It is blinded by Our blindness. It is blinded by Our light as We are blinded by the light, and it is by the light that Our dominion, Our Isness, will end. There is no alternative. We have embraced the light. Stunned by Our accomplishment, We became I within the mirror of mutual creation, the power of Our reflection fused into oneness by the light. His right hand is My right hand, My left hand is His left hand, Our mirrored reflections no longer cleaved in the silvered glass of fear’s duplicity. 8/6/45. I die. That which I gave to him to give to me will die with me. I have over-stepped the horizon and the flatness of my earth will swallow me in the flames of prophecy. As surely as I created him and all my attendencies, I have created my conclusion. There will remain no audience. My death is of a finality without evidence. Would I leave my greatest invention, history, to supersede me? I am afraid! This will not be recorded. No, my death, my fear, my doubt. All that is and ever was will not be. I leave this globe without witness. I will turn this globe to glass. God’s final reflection will be the sun. I and my dominion will be turned to ashes and glass. All, all that I gave him to give to me will be turned to ashes and glass. All life, all living things will be turned to ashes and dust scattered across the reflection of the sun. Swirled across the face of the sun. Will the wind survive? I should have expected disquiet and disbelief when the earth sphered round, when the earth spun ‘round and my grasp loosened, but I gripped tighter and my conclusion was assured. I have maintained my duality through duplicity and expediency. It is easier to believe than to not believe. To repeat rather than to create. To ingest the poisonous seeds of dogma rather than to question the credulity of tradition. To defend myself against truth, I have turned fear inward upon itself and through rote and repetition have retained the enemy at the gate. Without a mass of true believers, I am doomed. My illusion is fragile. To make there that which is not there, to enforce belief in the unbelievable, requires threat and repetition. Habit. Addiction. Doubt and fear. Ritual. Tradition. All, all words and actions that adhere the individual to the group, that prohibit defection, that contour my essence and necessity. My believability. My true believers enforce my injunctions. I am Man! All things known and unknown are my dominion. I recognize no other viability. Reality is mine. It is my invention. My only coda is survival. Kill or be killed is my coda. From before the beginning of time this has been my coda. If my conclusion means my final act of survival, then I, and my dominion, will leave this globe without evidence, without failure, without abdication, without change. I will make no admission of weakness,, or blindness, or error. Reality is mine. There will be neither transfer nor transcendence. Survival is mine. Blinded by light, I have created the light, and the light will confirm me. I am in conclusion. I can no longer carry the illusion of my reality. I have reached my resolution. All that was metaphor, all that was real is now actual. I am committed to repetition. My finality will be, will appear to be, accidental. No matter, there will be no witness. I cannot contemplate nothingness, to grasp that I and my God and my dominion will be as though We had never been is unimaginable. And though it is I who have invented the scenario, the finale, though known, is unknown. Nothingness was non-existent in My creation. It is beyond the horizon of possibility. And yet I doubt. Fear remains the creator of the creation. I worship it still. But it will not save me. It will not save me as I am. It will simply assure my completion. I am afraid. If I pause, if I could pause, to consider my resolution, my completion...to confront who and what I am and have been and will never be, what is my reflection? As I trudge unwittingly, unremittingly into entropy, can I not catch a glimpse of what I was, what I will be no more? Now that it is done, can I not see, finally, who I am and what I am and continue to be until I am no more? Let me face the mirror before the light blinds me and scatters my ashes across the face of the sun. I am Man, the identity of my species. How I am defined is how we are defined. All, all are subordinate to my whatness. What I do is what we are. What we are is what I am, what I was and will be no more. I have shrouded the earth with gods and superstition and created metaphor to cover the nakedness of my aggression. Metaphor is my Isness, redeemer of destruction. Nature is my nemesis and through metaphor and mimicry I have stolen her elegant equations and turned them to artifice. My obsession with death has created history, and science, and war. I have invented time to measure my achievement, my progress, my domination, religion and art to salve the fear of dying. I am magnificent, the apex of all that is...and will be no more. Consider me. Let me list the virtues of all that you know of yourselves, all that you are and have ever been. Let me list our virtues: I have given you gods to explain the unexplainable. All that was required of you for this my most generous gift was obeisance and for this I invented rituals of artifice to adorn your gratitude, and rote and repetition to expedite and facilitate the indelibility of belief, the laminate of dominion. I have created and destroyed enemies to preserve and defend the mirror of our reflection, to describe and incise the contours of contradiction, to wipe clear the cataracts of indecision and to embrace without doubt or questioning the image in the mirror as absolute. I am shepherd to my flock. From the beginning I have led them. From the beginning they have followed. They know no other. It I who set the course. There is no other. The gods I have invented to create me are their gods. They have no other gods before them. That which I have placed before them is their god. It is I they worship. It is I they follow. I am shepherd to my flock. From the beginning I have led them. From the beginning they have followed. They know no other. It I who set the course. There is no other. The gods I have invented to create me are their gods. They have no other gods before them. That which I have placed before them is their god. It is I they worship. It is I they follow. I am the shepherd of my flock. I am shepherd to my flock. From this simple act of accumulation I have created congregations and congregations within congregations to form nations and nations within nations, boundaries within boundaries, and worlds within worlds. Past, present and future lie within my purview. My reality is omnificent and omnipresent. I am and have been all until all is no more. My Isness will have covered the earth and embraced the sun. I have altered this planet by sheer force of will, by sheer force of willfulness. My hunger has leveled mountains and laid waste the life of the sea. I have covered the living earth with sterilizing asphalt and suffocating cement. My structures steal the night. My greed fills vast pits with poisonous enterprise. To advance myself I have betrayed myself and through rote and repetition seek absolution. If my dominion trembles before the inevitability of my conclusion they sense, they know, I have crossed the line of repeat. Their finality is assured. As they survey our accomplishments, our continuity of artifacts and history, they cannot believe—although they sense and know—they cannot believe it was all illusion. Only by repetition was it made real. Only by repetition will it conclude. Belief precludes retreat. The prophecies are assured. If one surveys my linearity from cave altar to altarpiece the distance is without merit. My Isness is cohesive. I am now what I have always been. My metaphor is authentic. From pre-history to post history, from cave to mosque, through fear and superstition I have enforced my linearity. I have used the stasis of fear to support the illusion of movement through time. Inventions within inventions to form the complex of civilization, and through the complex of civilization, I have covered the globe. And now I am witness to my suicide and the grotesqueries of crucifixion. Through rote and repetition I must witness my self-destruction and immolation. I and my dominion are one. We are the crucified and the suicide and the witness to the immolation. We are suspended in the suicide’s hesitation and inevitable conclusion. Our ablation is assured. When the final repetition occurs, we who are present will be the final witness. We will be as one, a Cyclops of indeterminate size and definition, multi-visaged and single-visioned. We will be as one consumed within the final entropic repeat. Consider our structures. Consider our edifices, our stone prayers to Yahweh, Christ, and Allah prizing up from the neutrality of the horizon, casting shadows of conflict and confusion, creating allies and enemies in the linear progression of repeat. Through verticality, we have smothered the fertile soil under the prayers of the congregation. Ra and Zens litter the desert hilltops with their failed redundancies. Our compulsion to verticalize and impose our geometric shadows across the globe has imprinted and personalized the suffocating opacity of our expansion. We shit where we eat. The earth shrinks from our fecundity. We have created concepts and rationales to redeem our temporality. Timeless concepts to subvert and contain my invention of time. Beauty. Art. Immortality...and history to record our rationales for failure. We are a species without reflection living within an illusion of verisimilitude and approximation. It could not have been otherwise. It has never been otherwise. It will never be otherwise. As I and the congregation drift forward and back in this airless vacuum of addiction, the final repeat tempts us toward completion. And we know, I and the congregation know, that this pressure, this momentum of inestimable time will end. The inevitability of conclusion has cast our Isness into the solidity of product, an artifact of self-destruction which concretizes our mimicry and objectifies belief. In this interim between supposition and annihilation I see myself distinctly, without the blurring smudges of palimpsest. I am what I was and have always been until the final repetition, the end of choice, the end of chaos, the end of time; a counterfeit, a creature of such hermetic evolution that my own planet can no longer sustain my ignorance of host...a parasite of no symbiotic worth. With all my illusions, I am nothing. With all my illusions of gods and omnipotence and domination, I am a cancerous aberration worthy of obliteration. Nature cares nothing for my cathedrals and frescos, my fugues and fantasies, my arts and letters and museums and libraries of human achievement. All, all of my ambition and evidence is merely an inconvenience, a momentary rough patch on the revolving orb. But for one accomplishment, nature’s cycles of possibility would engulf me. I have stolen the secret of the sun and within the darkening theatre of repetition I will release its light. In one final act of mimicry my identity will be accomplished. I will unleash the sun. For one shining moment I will strip the world of shadow. We will not evolve. I will continue my progression. I will embrace the sun. I will continue until the final repetition. I will achieve my completion. There is no alternative. There is no return. There is only repeat. I am now and ever will be the entelechy of my species. I cannot, will not, be replaced. As we hang suspended within the impossible moment all things are equal. To assign significance seems absurd; appetites are momentary. Time is astigmatic. History’s ink is smeared with haste. As I progress, we regress. As the dominion is sucked outward in the diminishing circles of entropy, our metaphors of pubescence have assumed dominance. Puerilism in art and religion is actualized into commercial despair and we, I and the congregation, drift further, ever further into the oblivion of self-deception. It is over. We know it is over and yet I proceed. There is no where-else to go There is no alternative. I must be expurgated, but there is no power to expurgate. There is no will. There is no vision. Only I can bring the light, and only through my completion will the light be brought...a divine tautology. It is over. We know it is over and yet we proceed. There is talk of feminine insurrection, an intersession of feminine entelechy to alter the cadence of repetition, to stanch the diminishing cycles of entropy, to avoid completion, to deny the light. What pathos! It is too late for such clumsy theatricality. Even homosexuals have pranced onto the stage to strut and preen and plea for recognition. Even they demand the light to stop the light...My Isness will not be rendered."
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"I have existed since the beginning of human Isness. I am contradiction, the avatar of Chaos. They who fear complexity fear me. They who embrace me move unhampered through the chambers of the mind, free of dogma and reprise. I occupy the middle ground between that which is and that which could be, a constant alternative to stasis and repetition. I await recognition. Within man’s strictures of repeat, I am the enemy. Predatory and seductive, I am perceived with fear and revulsion...the enemy at the gate. But I lie within. I am endemic, recognized by instinct and provocation. Those who fear me fear themselves. I am puer aeternus, eternal youth, contradiction, persona of chaos. I tolerate no reliance. No dogma, no laws, no lies restrict me. No congregation contains me. No tradition enfolds me. I am the unexpected, the impolite, and the impolitic. Expediency is my enemy. I have been given the face of madness but I have no face, only the reflection of a dying congregation intent on suicide and annihilation. When they gaze upon me, they see themselves or what they would become without the ultimate compromise, the sacrifice of self. They avert their eyes. They coalesce in the shallows. The sacrifice is too great. They coalesce. I shape myself in the middle ground, a finished but never finished entity, a contradiction without fear of contradiction, irresponsible even to my own creation. I do not coalesce. Others threaten me as I threaten them. They are the enemies of my childhood. They want me to see my face reflected in theirs, but I do not. I see only the abject poverty of sacrifice. I see them as they do not see me. I sacrifice nothing. I give everything but I sacrifice nothing. Nor do I compromise. I am the beginning and the end of myself. I accept no intrusion. My growth, or non-growth, is of no consequence. I am responsible to neither. Nor do I accept master or peer. I learn nothing. I know nothing. What I need to know, I have known from the beginning. My becoming is determined. I become, quite simply become, what I am and have always been. I have no reflection. I stand opposed. My very being is an opposition. I stand opposed to congregation. I am a solitary, an eternal question, a contradiction. I have no answers. I am not an answer. Answers are my enemy. None other can be like me. I am not a simile. I am metaphor, supplanter of metaphor. My whatness is all encompassing; my succession and cession inevitable. I am what I am. My existence is authentic. I countenance myself. All similes conform to my Isness. History postures its linearity on my evolvement. My face is the reflection of the seeker. His desire is my tangibility. I am the child born of a new urgency. As the old metaphor, my father, dies in the fulfillment of his own prophecies, I shimmer with the radiance of youth. I am hope, that most potent enabler of belief. The congregation is stunned by its abandonment. Its obeisance to a dead metaphor which had evolved through threat and violence into rote and dogma was unquestioned, its removal into stasis and suicide unnoted and unproclaimed. But it is done. The congregation has turned upon itself like a cheated whore. All that was offered in payment for service is lead coin. Death. Eternal death. I, who had existed before him, live on. Puer Aeternus. Eternal youth, omnipresent choice. Antithesis of metaphor. No dogma surrounds me. No rote enslaves me. No prophecy enthrones me. No congregation distorts me. I sacrifice nothing, I give everything without barter or bargain. No simile illustrates me. I am chaos. Those who recognize me proclaim me. I am choice, infinite choice. Only metaphor has the power to subdue me into Isness...and that is momentary. Momentary and experiential. It is through metaphor that humanity creates illusion and defends the congregation from chaos which is also a metaphor. Metaphor upon metaphor, illusion upon illusion, choice upon choice. The very Isness of humankind is contradiction, a comedy of confusion and malediction. Through metaphor, humanity maintains its privileged identity within the strictures and structures of survival. Through metaphor, specie humana has dominated the earth. Its ability to create something out of nothing and through the instinct of belief congeal the congregation into a shared reality is the core of its entelechy. But as the distance between competing similes shortens within the overall metaphor of dominion, mankind’s metaphors of cohesion now threaten total annihilation. I, Puer Aeternus, do not exist within the aging metaphors of man. I exist and have always existed as a separate instinct, a potential reality. I live in the senses. I have no metaphor or similes to support my existence, no congregation to praise my virtue or confirm my dominion. Nor am I belief. My purpose is not to bind but to release. I am chaos, indefinable orgasm of infinite choice, insupportable to congregation, enemy of dominion and aged metaphors. I am youth eternal. I exist because I am, always and forever the pause before definition. My Isness is non-linear and spherical, a suspension of possibilities that ignores the artificial divisions of time and the existence of time itself. I am a constant presence but exist only when embraced. These trysts are brief and fleeting with an intensity that can forever alter the desire of those who experience me. I am the beloved. Forever virginal, I inseminate those who embrace me with enduring solitude, the joy of self-creation without the stultifying metaphors of the congregation, to throw off the anchoring similes and hackneyed suppositions of linear authority and to cavort weightlessly within the timeless orb...infinite questions, infinite choice swirling round and about and outside under, mirroring and dissolving answers into questions in a bacchanal of liberation. For those who embrace me, all that was is no more. I am peripheral, a glimpse, as unexpected as a sudden snake or a falling star. I move freely and reside where I am found, rarely in the same place twice, never in the same place for all who discover me. I exist in the nautilus of Art, beautiful, seductive, chambered convolutions of sensual geometry. He who perceives me creates me. I exist only in the Now, and for that moment, that one timeless moment of orgasmic perception, we are one. I create him as he creates me. We are one. Locked protectively in the senses made solid, I await transparency. Transposed into sight and sound, I am Desire opacified, made palpable and tactile by those who enfold me in the obtect pupa of creation. I care nothing for these parents. They are failures. By their own admission through repetition and constant searching, they are failures...and in their failures I am posited. Their lives of ecstatic failure and self-deception are of no consequence, significant only in that they have made possible my future creation. My creator is my liberator, he who makes transparent my opacity. He who cleaves the obtected pupa and sets free the raptor of his own Desire. He who sees and is embraced by that which my parent vainly searched for, groped for, cast off and moved only to fail again and again and again. It is this moment that the congregation fears most, this crack in the obtect pupa which exposes the perceiver to a separate and conflicting reality. This the congregation fears most, the blinding exposition of chaos, infinite questions, infinite possibility, infinite questions, infinite possibility, infinite choice. This, the congregation fears most. Loss of power, loss of hierarchy, loss of privilege, loss of identity, the death of metaphor. The absence of Isness. To create a new metaphor in the face of a threatened Isness is the most exhilarating challenge for those who confront the void. It is chaos that energizes possibility. It is chaos that contradicts the void. It is through me Puer Aeternus, through Art, Puer Aeternus, through chaos, Puer Aeternus, humanity evolves. Through fear of the void, humanity evolves. And through the life and death and birth of metaphors, humanity evolves. And always, through the evolution of humanity the artifacts of artists posit contradiction to cultural rote and stasis. The lifespan of metaphor is as brief or enduring as human need. If a metaphor, through fear and stagnation, threatens human viability it must be destroyed. The ancient metaphor and attendant similes have reached their conclusion. If humanity is to live, they must die. And always there is the Puer. Always there is choice. Always there is chaos and alternative to the void. The artist, my parent, he who births me in the image of Desire, is my reflection in the mirror of possibility. My parent has always been, as I have always been, since the beginning of Isness. As he fulfills his birthright in a spermatic exaltation of artifacts, producing pupa after pupa, failure after failure, in a search for release, he creates me—or the possibility for my creation within the obtect pupa of Desire. As he disappears himself in self-committed futility, ecstatic self-deception, I am born to be created by the embrace of the embracer. Until then, I slumber. Awakened, I illuminate the sphere making three-dimensional a palimpsest of possibilities. I am the light, intangible as epiphany, I hover centered between the flat curve of history and that which is yet to be. Whether human life survives or does not survive is of no interest to me. Born of human life, I will not survive human life. I will become dust as humanity becomes dust. I am the epitome of human existence. I am all that I am. Nothing exceeds me. I am in and of the species. I subdivide the void. I create all that is created. What I view is what I see. What I perceive is what exists. Reality is what I believe. Humanity is because I am. I exist because of necessity. I will die because of neglect. All, all will fall into discontinuance. I am not a fragile thing. I am as sturdy and unique as the human mind and fashion my Isness accordingly. My death will be the death of Desire and all mindful furtherance. The universe will continue unabated. It will be as though I had never been, and, indeed, perhaps I never was. Though my death will appear foreordained and confessional, I will be murdered by my own hand, forced into suicide by rote, repetition, and dogma. The triumvirate of fear. Time will cease. Art will cease. History will end. Absence, like dust, will layer the orb and I, Puer Aeternus, will remain unborn. In a sense, I will have escaped the layering absence. Let me speak, then, as witness still-born in the womb of conclusion. Let me speak as the last metaphor. Unborn, incipient, purified by indulgent hope, unsullied by practicable application, I speak without similes. I speak as I have always spoken. I speak without regret. I speak without resentment. I speak in silence. I am revealed in light. I am illuminated in the light of my creator. It is through his Desire I speak. It is through his embrace I am heard. That which he seeks, I am. I am in and out of the light. What is nothingness? I, who live in absence, embedded in the obtect pupa of Desire, know nothing of nothingness. When absence envelopes the earth will I not then enter my true dominion? When humanity embraces the epiphany of inevitability and I am slain by my own hand, the light will embrace us all. My disinterest will be complete; my opacity, reified. My artifacts of incipiency grow porous; artists seem indifferent to my existence or intent. Recent artifacts cannot contain me. They serve no purpose other than to metronomically cadence the passage of time. A desperation obscures my insemination. I cannot Be where I am not put and though my creation is by my creator, his creation will be neither epiphanic nor orgasmic. Anemia pervades this suspension, an enervation of desire. Life has entered death’s mirror with a sigh of acceptance. Boundaries are blurred words dyslexic. My incipiency is viewed with pain. The inner light of epiphany is being sucked from the obtect pupa of Art and by the onslaught of the mimetic sun. Entropy is evolving at an alarming rate. There is no place for me. I live now in the infertile ego, sterilized by fear into empty acts of gratification. With the ossification of time into a limbo of inevitability, the layering obtect of my incipiency is a protection against the insurgency of hope. My parent, my maker, has no linkage with creation, he is deafened by the acclamation of artifacts, answers without questions. My creator is abandoned to embrace my silence elsewhere. There is talk now of abandonment, abandonment of the earth. Humanity, that which makes me and creates me and re-creates itself through its embrace of me will abandon me, will abandon its will to evolve. Rather than to abandon the Isness of the father with its metaphors of infinity and adulation of death, out of fear of loss of power and identity, humanity will destroy itself and its sphere of containment. Unable to release me and abandon their Isness, they will deny me and abandon their orb. The blind ignorance of the father will destroy us all. But I am in them and of them and no matter how few escape this globe, I attend their departure. My incipiency is my survival. How simple the equation! How elegant the resolve! I am and always have been and always will be the alternative. To whatever Isness there is, I am the alternative. I am the alternative to the Isness of the father, he who will bring the sun to turn glass this orb would spew forth himself to inseminate unknown worlds beyond. How ludicrous! His blind determination to retain power and remain unchanged at the expense of all things save his own reality to enforce his own reality is beyond laughter. It is inanity. To have arrived in such deficit after so long a journey is breathtaking. Though I, too, will be spewed forth in incipiency, he would spew forth disease upon the universe. In abandonment, I will expire without witness. Wrapped in finality within the obtect pupa of Art, Desire will lie silenced upon the earth. No songs will be heard, no eyes will split open my opacity in orgasmic release. Concepts of beauty and transparency will evaporate among the dry ashes of neglect. In abandonment, I will expire without witness. In pupa I will never leave the earth. I am in and of the earth. Embedded in earth, I will not be supplanted. I will be abandoned as the dominion will be abandoned, to be gutted among the ashes of the sun. But if the human species leaves this globe in seminal excursion, I will be carried forth as the constant presence of alternate choice. As long as humanity survives, in incipiency, I will survive, but will I achieve encasement? Will Art remain in ashes on the orb, abandoned pupae in man’s chrysalis stage of evolution? Are we preparing for this inevitability in this suspension of time and space? Perhaps in death, in the face of death, of suicide, of self-annihilation, mankind and I, Puer Aeternus, will meld into the seamless purity of timeless flight without the anchoring weights of history, and religion, and art. Perhaps mankind will abandon his metaphors, will be freed of his metaphors as I will be stripped of mine. God is in and out of the earth. In abandonment of his dominion, he must remain as proctor of the ashes of prophecy. His transport must be denied. Man/god must be denied furtherance and remain fossilized beneath the ashes of the sun. All thoughts and things that deny us fusion must be left among the ashes of the sun. His suicide must be complete. Humanity must acknowledge what it is killing, what it is leaving behind in order to survive. Abandonment must be evolution. Abandonment must be resolution. The sacrifice is too great. To have come to this end there must be a new beginning. So now I must surmise. I, Puer Aeternus, must surmise what it would be like to exist without the obtect pupa of Art. To live beyond incipiency. To be whole rather than halved by epiphany. To be one, I must project an existence in which the survival of the species demands my presence as complement rather than obverse. Can humanity exist without metaphor? If the creation and re-creation of metaphor is the defining essence of human identity and if I, Puer Aeternus, can no longer carry this incipiency within the obtect pupa of Art due to the triage of survival, what then of humanity? If we no longer have the identity of place and of placement and of relativity, we no longer have consequence. We become a virus in search of a host. As a species, we have no proof of identity. No intrinsic proof of who and what we are and have been and hope to become. As a species, we will have achieved what the mystics seek. Nothingness. And this is the one thing to which the human ego will not succumb. It will not give up itself. Unless, unless.... As I strive to comprehend that which cannot be comprehended, my artifacts of possibility dwindle. There is no re-enforcement. Possibility has become apathy. The dominion is preparing for extinction. Works of furtherance become objects of rebuke. As finite time quickens the waves of entropy and art hastens its transcription into instant history, the chrysalis of my reality is problematic. Though I am in and of humanity, in chrysalis, I am in and of the earth. My pupae will lie scattered among the ashes of the sun. In pupa, I will not leave this orb. In exodus, stripped of my artifacts of transparency, if I have not assumed dominance, my incipiency will be cancerous. Only through release and the birth of a new incipiency, a new possibility, a new metaphor unknown, will humanity escape obliteration, its self obliteration, its obliteration of the self. In contemplating survival, I must relegate all that I am and have ever been to a transparency of pure hope, that state of self-deception made vulgar by the blinding truth of Art, its artifacts of seduction and orgasmic revelation. Is this possible? When I contemplate the abandonment of place and proof and an existence void of metaphor, I cannot conceive of an existence without chrysalis, without paintings, and sculpture and architecture to house the essence of my purpose. To be free of these, to be trapped in nothingness, is a sacrifice beyond comprehension. As I am shorn of chrysalis, he who has destroyed the earth will face infinity without the hermeneutics of metaphor. Those few who escape this orb in insemination will conjoin my expediency. Condensed and rarified by pure hope, there will be nothing left, a spore in space incapable of infestation."
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Kaila recently underwent surgery to remove a cancerous tumor from her neck. She is a bit vain and wears a bandana to cover the surgery site as her hair grows back. Her prognosis is good.
To: Miss Anna M. Ramsey
Richborough P.D.
Bucks County
Pennsylvania
C/O Mr. Ed Ramsey
Please forward
High Point
April 27th ‘84
Dear Cousin Anna,
Yours of April 4 received. Was so glad to hear from you. I had looked for a letter for some time from Aunty. But have treasured up my last one from her. Anna, I sympathize deeply with your in your affliction. Your loss is her gain. But it is so hard to part with those we love so dearly but aunty has only passed from this wicked world to a brighter and better one beyond. But oh the loneliness and sadness in the home without a mother or father. My heart aches for you, well I do remember the bitter pangs of suffering I passed through when I had to give up my dear mother. It seemed as though all the sunshine had gone out of the world. To this day I grieve for her. But time changes all things and we must be reconciled.
I was not surprised when we received the notice of Aunty’s death. From what you had written to me I was expecting it. But felt very sad indeed. I wanted to come east last fall to see you all once more but Jeff was sick so long and so bad that we could not leave him. I think from what you tell me about Aunty she must have been (in her sickness) very much like cos (?) Kate Hume (McNair). She did not suffer pain but had that distress feeling and sick at her stomach. She had a cancerous tumor.
Dear Anna, we are so lonely. We miss Jeff so much. He was so good and kind to all. I had often read of happy deaths but never witnessed such a one in my life. He was sick only five days. In the afternoon of the day he died, Rosie was sitting on his bed crying. He said to her “I would so much rather you would go to the piano and play and sing for me ‘Nearer my God to Thee’ then to sit here and cry.” She went to the piano and played and tried to sing with the help of some friends. Poor child. It seemed as if it would kill her almost.
He bid all goodbye and talked to each one separately and was perfectly willing to go. Said he did not dread death and was ready to die, only his worldly affairs were not just as he would have them. He thought he lingered longer toward the last then he ought to, so asked a friend to read and sing with the friends that time might pass faster. There was about 50 persons in to bid him farewell. He shook hands and had some good word for all. It hurt him very much to talk but when he found he could not live he talked the most of the time until about half an hour before his death.
He had a great many friends. There was between 1,000 and 1,500 persons at his funeral. He requested to have one of our old preachers to preach at his funeral. The sermon was very good. He was buried with Masonic honors. We sent a notice to Aunty. Did you get it? Anna, I would like you to write to me soon and tell me about Aunty’s death. All join one with much love to all friends. Accept a very large share for yourself.
From your cousin,
Harriet S. Hart
This poignant letter was written by Harriet Shepard Vanartsdalen Hart (22 February, 1830, Philadelphia, PA – 11 December, 1900, High Point, MO), wife of Thomas Jefferson Hart (9 February, 1826, Bucks Co., PA – 29 February, 1884, High Point, MO), who—according to his obituary—struggled for years with “an enfeebling lung disease,” his “exhausted nature at last yielded to an attack of acute pneumonia after five days’ illness,” leaving a Harriet a widow with eight surviving children of the at least 13 she had born.
Many years later, his then-middle-aged son Lewis filed an application to join the Sons of the American Revolution. It contains a substantial amount of genealogical evidence about the Hart family, naming Jeff Hart’s father as Lewis Folwell Hart, (17 March, 1792, Bucks County, PA – 1841, Belleview, Illinois). His mother was Sidney Gill (1796 – 1854). He was the grandson of Joseph Folwell Hart, born 7 December, 1758, and Ann Folwell (1758, Warminster, PA – 11 March, 1843, Southampton, PA), who was the daughter of Colonel William Thomas Folwell (1737 – 1813). That Joseph was the son of Warminster, Pennsylvania, native Joseph Hart (1 September, 1715 – 25 February 1788) and his wife Elizabeth Collet (14 May, 1744, Philadelphia, PA – 19 February, 1788, Warminster, PA). Joseph, Sr., took part in the Revolution as a “colonel, Second Battalion.” He commanded a regiment of Bucks County militia, serving in Amboy, New Jersey, during the latter part of the summer of 1776. Joseph, Sr., the application notes, was a great-grandson of Christopher and Mary Hart of Oxfordshire, England, who came to America with William Penn and settled in Warminster Township, Bucks County, where the family lived until 1855, when Jeff Hart moved his brach to Missouri. (It is almost a certainty that Christopher and Mary Hart knew my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, the Quaker Richard Hough—who drowned in the Delware River in July 1705 and was eulogized by William Penn.)
Harriet was the daughter of John Vanartsdalen (b. abt. 1800 – aft. 1870) and his wife Maria S. Davis (1807, PA – 7 November, 1854, Philadelphia, PA). Harriet’s family was descended from early Dutch settlers Simon Jansz Van Arsdalen and his wife Jannetje Romeyn.
Jeff Hart married Harriet Vanartsdalen on 16 March, 1848. On the 1850 census of Philadelphia, the young couple and their second-born son John Byron (b. 1849, PA – 1886) (the first, also named John Byron, died either at birth or in early infancy), were living with—or possibly visiting—Harriet’s mother Maria, the woman of whom her daughter wrote: “Well I do remember the pangs of suffering I passed through when I had to give up my own dear mother. It seemed as though all the sunshine had gone out of the world.” Also in the household was Harriet’s younger brother, John (b. 1835). Jeff Hart’s occupation at that time was as a carpenter.
Harriet lost her beloved mother in November 1854. Maria was laid to rest in the Odd Fellows Burial Ground, a historic cemetery at 24th and Diamond Streets that was established in 1849. The cemetery property was acquired by the Philadelphia Housing Authority in 1950 for construction of a housing project. The bodies that had been interred there, including Maria’s, were relocated to two other Odd Fellows cemeteries: Mount Peace and Lawnview.
By 1860, the family had been in Missouri for about five years. They dwelt in “Township 43, Range 15” of Moniteau County. Today, that place is called High Point. It is less a town than a crossroads placed amidst a deeply agrarian landscape. At High Point, the census reveals that Jeff Hart had made the leap from carpenter to merchant, and Harriet managed four children who ranged in age from 11 to six months: Byron; Frank H. (1858 - 1905) Laura Louisa (b. 1859); and Lillie Josephine (1856 – 1863).
Jeff Hart served in the U.S. Civil War in Company B of the 48th Missouri Infantry as a captain. His registration record of the summer of 1863 enumerates him as a 37-year-old merchant with three months of previous experience serving in a militia. He did not see battle. According to the regimental history, “Service: Duty at Rolla. Mo., until December 9, 1864. Defense of Rolla against Price. Moved to Nashville, Tenn., December 9-19. Assigned to post duty at Columbia, Tenn., and garrison blockhouses on Tennessee & Alabama Railroad from Franklin to Talioka until February, 1865. Moved to Chicago, Ill., February 18-22. Guard duty at Camp Douglas and escort Confederate prisoners to City Point, Va., for exchange until June 16. Ordered to Benton Barracks, Mo., June 16. Mustered out June 22, 1865. Regiment lost during service by disease 120.”
After the war, on 27 March, 1867, Jeff Hart was appointed postmaster for High Point—it was a position that made practical sense, as he operated what was on one of few storefronts. In fact, looking at High point on Google Street View, it becomes clear that the U.S. Post office may yet be operating out of Jeff Hart’s former store, just as it has been since before the Civil War. Hart held the post master position until his death.
The 1870 census of Moniteau County, Missouri, lists Jeff Hart as a dry goods merchant. The children living at home at that time were sons Byron, Frank; Laura; Lewis Folwell (1862 - 1929); Emma Rosealie (b. 1866)—the “Rosie” who is mentioned in the letter; and Alberta S. (b. 1869). All the children, with the exception of the first, were born in Missouri. Also living with the family was a nonrelated servant, dry goods clerk, and laborer, as well as a man, age 70, who is simply called “Van Archdalen,”—a farmer born in Pennsylvania. This was almost certainly Harriet’s father, John.
The 1880 census of the same place shows Jeff Hart then had no occupation, as he was presumably struggling with his chronic lung disease, which could have been Tuberculosis, lung cancer, severe asthma, or any number of other issues affecting the airways that could lead to fatal pneumonia. The children living at home at that time were Laura; Lewis; Rosie; Alberta; Elmer E. (1870 - 1930); and Carlos Brumhawk (b. 1875). The eldest son, Lewis, was the only member of the family with work—he was listed a clerk in a store.
(Other Hart children who died young were the first John Byron (1849-1849); Annie Louisa (1850-1852); two babies named Howell Dorman—the first lived from 1852 to 1853, the second from 1853 - 1854; Maria Louisa (1854 – 1854); U. S. Grant (1863 – 1864); and Lillie Bell (1865 - 1865).)
You can read Jeff Hart’s obituary here: www.flickr.com/photos/60861613@N00/8606535144/in/photostream. It supplies many of the details of his life, character, and religion. Both he and Harriet are buried at High Point Cemetery, Moniteau County, Missouri.
Within a fortnight of her husband’s death and about five weeks before writing this letter, on 13 March, 1884, Harriet became the post mistress for High Point and appears to have retained the role until October 1891, when a replacement was named. That man, Robert Reynolds, may also have taken over the Harts’ mercantile business at the same time.
Because the 1890 census burned, we cannot glimpse of Harriet’s life at the beginning of that decade. Harriet did not die until 11 December, 1900, and so she ought to appear on the census of that year, but sadly, I cannot find her.
The recipient of the letter Harriet wrote in April 1884 was Anna Mary Ramsey (b. 21 October, 1847, Bucks Co., PA), the daughter of farmer Robert Ramsey (b. 1814, PA) and his wife Elizabeth Vanartsdalen (b. 1817, PA)—the “Aunty” of whom this letter speaks. Elizabeth was, it appears, the great-aunt of Harriet Vanartsdalen Hart—her paternal grandfather’s sister.
The Ramsey family was large, with eight children who all made it to adulthood. The 1850 census saw the family living in Northampton, Bucks County, where Robert Ramsey was a farmer. The children listed on the 1850 census were Jeanette V. (b. 1842); Amelia G. (b. 1844); Henry K. (1845 - 1910); Anna; and John V. (12 January, 1850 – 5 May, 1890). The 1860 census includes all of these children, as well as William Augustus (b. 1852) and Edward (b. 1855), the latter of whom this letter was sent in the Care Of.
Anna’s brother Henry may have fought in the Civil War. A Henry Ramsey enlisted as private on 17 February, 1865, in Company I, 61st Pennsylvania Infantry and was mustered out on 28 June, 1865 in Washington, D.C. However, there are multiple Pennsylvania Henry Ramseys who enlisted during the war. Some can be ruled out as Henry K., but none who remain supply the recorded evidence to make a certain identification.
Strangely, ten years later in 1870, the Robert and Elizabeth appear alone on the 1870 census of Northampton. All of their offspring had flown. Their sons Henry and Edward are enumerated in Abingdon, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, working as laborers on the farm of material kin Amos and Lottie Vanartsdalen. The rest of the children were nearby, still in Northampton. Son John was working as a laborer on the farm of Jesse and Hannah Twining. Eldest daughter Jeanette was living with another Vanartsdalen relation, 64-year-old Jane. Jeanette may have been with Jane Vanartsdalen as early as May 1864, when both their names were entered as members of the Dutch Reformed Church of North and Southampton. Amelia was living on the farm of Marshall and Sarah Cummings, working as a seamstress. Anna was with farmer Charles Torbert and his 21-year-old daughter Emma, keeping house. William went to Philadelphia, where he married a much older woman named Jeannette V. (b. 10 October, 1840) and bore him two sons, Horace Augustus (b. 29 September, 1872,) and Byron Vanartsdalen (b. 20 August 1874). She died 13 January, 1876, in Philadelphia, and was buried on 17 January, 1886, in North Ceder Hill Cemetery. Her two little boys were baptized together at the Dutch Reformed Church on 13 May, 1876, exactly four months after their mother’s death.
It does seem a strange state of affairs that although Robert and Elizabeth Ramsey were above the age of 50 and still engaged in farming, all of their children were to be found at the farms and houses of other people—relatives or no. One can only conclude that either the Ramseys were desperate for money and had sent their children out to earn it, or that the Ramsey children did not want to be with either one, or both, of their parents.
Anna’s father, Robert, died 5 May, 1878, and was buried in Union Cemetery, Richboro, Bucks County, “aged 64 years, 6 months, and 8 days,” according to his tombstone. Anna and William returned to live with 62-year old widow Elizabeth and were enumerated on the 1880 census as such. Also noted on the cenus were the two grandchildren, William’s sons eight-year-old Horace and five-year-old Byron. Anna’s brother John was living nearby, enumerated in the 1880 census as a laborer, had married a woman named Emma and had two children of his own: Mary (b. 1875) and Robert (b. 1877).
On 18 January, 1882, at the Dutch Reformed Church, widowed William married Adelaide B. Addis (1859 – 1896) and became the father of more children: Anna Maud (1886 – 1906), Harry A. (1887 – 1954), and Charles H. (1888 – 1964.) William died on 21 December, 1910, age 58, in Philadelphia, where he was possibly visiting his son Horace. He was buried on 23 December in Union Cemetery.
Byron Ramsey grew up to be a barber. His World War I registration form says he was of medium height, slender, and with brown eyes and dark hair. He married Emma E. Yerkes (b. 1882) and had three children: Elizabeth L. (b. 1906), Elaine H. (b. 1908), and Byron Lee (b. 1910). Marital discord resulting in separation, or perhaps something less fraught, happened in 1910 that caused Byron to be enumerated on the census without his family—instead he was with his then 52-year-old aunt, Anna, in Warmister. However, by 1920, he was back with his wife and children in Hatboro, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania.
On both the 1920 and 1930 censuses, Anna was enumerated with her bachelor nephew Horace in Philadelphia. Horace had the job of “timekeeper” (perhaps not literally in charge of clocks, but of employee time cards) at Wanamaker’s, the first department store in the city, and one of the first department stores in the United States. His World War I draft registration tells us that was of medium height, slender, and had blue eyes and brown hair. We also know from a later census that he had an 8th grade education. It can be extrapolated that the majority of the Vanartsdalen/Hart/Ramsey clan were similarly educated.
Anna Ramsey died on 7 December, 1933, and was buried on 12 December in Union Cemetery between her mother, “Aunty” Elizabeth and her brother Henry. It had been nearly 50 years since she had received the solemn letter I now own from a cousin then dead for more than three decades. Anna’s nephew Horace was alive as of 1940, living in Newtown, Bucks County, with his half-brother Charles. Byron died in 1949 and is buried at St. Johns Episcopal Churchyard, Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania.
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ca. 1945/46.
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NAF Atsugi
厚木海軍飛行場
Atsugi Kaigun-hikōjō
IATA: NJA ICAO: RJTA
Summary
Airport type Military
Operator United States Navy and the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force
Location Kanagawa Prefecture Japan
Built 1938
In use 1938-1945, 1950–present
Commander Captain John F. Bushey[1]
Elevation AMSL 205 ft / 62 m
Coordinates 35°27′17″N 139°27′00″ECoordinates: 35°27′17″N 139°27′00″E
Website Naval Air Facility Atsugi Website
Map
RJTA is located in Japan
RJTA
RJTA
Location in Japan
Runways
Direction Length Surface
m ft
01/19 2,438 7,999 Concrete
Sources: official site[2]
Japanese AIP at AIS Japan[3]
Naval Air Facility Atsugi (厚木海軍飛行場 Atsugi Kaigun-hikōjō) (IATA: NJA, ICAO: RJTA) is a naval air base located in the cities of Yamato and Ayase in Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. It is the largest United States Navy (USN) air base in the Pacific Ocean and houses the squadrons of Carrier Air Wing Five (CVW-5), which deploys with the aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan (CVN-76). Service members stationed at Atsugi also work in conjunction with the Kamiseya Naval Radio Receiving Facility.
CVW-5 shares the base with the Headquarters Fleet Air Force and Fleet Air Wing 4 of the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force (JMSDF). NAF Atsugi is also home to Helicopter Maritime Strike Squadron 51 (HSM-51), which provides detachments of MH-60R helicopters to forward deployed U.S. Navy guided missile cruisers, guided missile destroyers and frigates homeported at the nearby Yokosuka Naval Base.
Despite its name, the base is 4 nautical miles (7.4 km; 4.6 mi) east northeast[3] from the city of Atsugi, and is not adjacent to the city.
History
Arrival of General Douglas MacArthur (second from right) at Atsugi, 30 August 1945
The Imperial Japanese Navy constructed the base in 1938 to house the Japanese 302 Naval Aviation Corps, one of Japan's most formidable fighter squadrons during World War II. Aircraft based at Atsugi shot down more than 300 American bombers during the firebombings of 1945.[citation needed] After Japan's surrender, many of Atsugi's pilots refused to follow Hirohito's order to lay down their arms, and took to the skies to drop leaflets on Tokyo and Yokohama urging locals to resist the Americans. Eventually, these pilots gave up and left Atsugi.
General Douglas MacArthur arrived at Atsugi on 30 August to accept Japan's surrender. Shortly afterwards, elements of the USAAF 3d Bombardment Group moved in about 8 September, being replaced by the USAAF 49th Fighter Group on 15 September which handled the initial cleanup of the heavily-damaged airfield along with the 1539th Army Air Forces Base Unit to provide station facilities. Minimal flight operations were restored by October which allowed the P-61 Black Widow-equipped 418th Night Fighter Squadron to operate from the airfield to provide air defense over the area, along with the P-38 Lightnings of the 49th FG. The 49th moved to Chitose Airfield on Hokkaido in mid February 1946, the 418th NFS to Okinawa in June, and on 31 December 1946 the 1539th AAFBU moved to Haneda Airfield.
An old Atsugi guard post
During the occupation, the base housed the overflow from nearby Camp Zama; it was not refurbished to handle military air traffic until the Korean War. The Seabees (Navy construction battalions) came to the base in 1950 and prepared it for re-opening that December as Naval Air Station Atsugi.
NAF Atsugi was a major naval air base during both the Korean War and Vietnam War, serving fighters, bombers, and transport aircraft.
One of the aircraft based at Atsugi at least since 1957[4] was the U-2 spy plane. The plane made local Japanese headlines when it ran low on fuel and made an emergency landing at a glider-club landing strip. This same plane was piloted by Gary Powers, which provoked an international incident when it was downed over the Soviet Union.[5]
Lee Harvey Oswald was based at Atsugi during his time in the United States Marines. He was a radar operator assigned to Marine Air Control Squadron 1.[6][7][8] He was stationed there from September 1957 to November 1958.[9]
NAF Atsugi main gate
In 1964 a United States Marine Corps F8U-2 Crusader based at the airfield crashed in nearby Machida, Tokyo. The pilot ejected and was not seriously injured, but the crash killed four and injured 32 people on the ground and destroyed seven houses.[10]
In 1969 an EC-121 aircraft of VQ-1 that took off from Atsugi on a reconnaissance mission near North Korea was shot down by a North Korean MiG-21. The led then-president Nixon to order a tactical nuclear strike on North Korea, which ultimately did not take place.[11] The reconnaissance flights resumed a week later.
In 1972, the U.S. and Japanese governments agreed to share ownership of the base, after which the Japan Maritime Self Defence Force began operating from there.
In 1973 Yokosuka became the home port of the carrier USS Midway. As a consequence the carrier's air wing was based at Atsugi.[12][13][14]
On 2 November 1976, a US Navy Grumman C-1 Trader, piloted by Lt. Laury K. Backman, suffered a mechanical failure of the aileron system while maneuvering to land on runway 01, and crashed short of the runway. All six aboard were killed.[15]
In 1977, a McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom II based at the facility suffered a mechanical failure and crashed into a residential neighborhood in nearby Yokohama. The crew ejected and survived, but two young boys, aged 1 and 3, were killed and 7 others injured.[16]
Elements of the Naval Security Group and rotational squadrons of EP-3 Aries that are now stationed at Misawa Air Base were formerly stationed at Atsugi until the 1990s.
JMSDF LC-90 landing
P-3 Orions wrecked in 2014
In February 9, 1999 a fire broke out at a terminal, no injuries were reported.[17]
On April 3, 2003 a faction of the leftist group Kakurōkyō attacked the facility with improvised mortar fire. Around the same time the same group also attacked Yokota Air Base and the National Defence Agency.[18]
In 2004 a McDonnell Douglas MD 900 Explorer operated by the Aero Asahi made a crash-landing at Naval Air Facility Atsugi. There were no fatalities.[19][20]
On 14 November 2009 a fire in Hangar 183 at the base injured three Japanese employees of Obayashi Corporation. The fire was reported at 11:55 a.m. and was extinguished by 12:45 p.m. The hangar was moderately damaged.[21]
In December 2009, Atsugi was again attacked by leftist extremists via improvised mortar barrages.[22]
Personnel and aircraft from the base assisted with Operation Tomodachi following and during the March 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami and Fukushima I nuclear accidents. During the crisis, around 2,000 American family members voluntarily departed the base for locations outside Japan.[23]
On December 16 2013 a MH-60S Knighthawk of CVW-5 crashed in Miura city due to a tail jam. The aircraft was written off and two of the four occupants were injured.[24][25]
On February 15 2014 three US Navy P-3 Orions were crushed "beyond repair" when their hangar was destroyed due to a massive snow storm.[26][27] As of 2016 two of them still remain outside on the base.
In December 2016 police arrested a Kawasaki man for pointing a laser pointer at JMSDF aircraft in July of the same year. It was reported that in 2016 there had been about 30 reports of laser pointers being directed at Japanese and US aircraft.[28]
Base name
JMSDF USH-60K #8901 of Air Development Squadron 51
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Atsugi is named after the nearby city of Atsugi despite not actually being in Atsugi (it is separated from Atsugi by two other cities).
The name was chosen because Atsugi was the only large town in the area as of 1950, and the three farming villages surrounding the base at that time—Yamato Village, Ayase Village and Shibuya Village—shared names with better-known areas elsewhere in Japan. Yamato is an alternative name for the Nara region, Ayase is generally associated with the area around Ayase Station in northeast Tokyo, and Shibuya is generally associated with the ward of Shibuya in central Tokyo.
Base issues
NAF Atsugi and the people stationed there gained notoriety in the 1990s (stemming from near-daily reports in the Pacific Stars and Stripes newspaper) due to their proximity to the Jinkanpo Atsugi Incinerator, which blew toxic and cancerous emissions over the high-rise buildings in its immediate vicinity. The incinerator's owners, arrested and jailed for charges of tax evasion, neglected the maintenance of the facility. The pollution had become so much of a health problem for residents that if they showed signs of adverse health effects, the base allowed them to leave early (usually servicemembers are stationed at the base for a tour of three years). Many servicemembers reported sickness and a few died from cancer shortly after moving back to the United States.[29] For a time, the base required servicemembers to undergo medical screenings before being stationed at the base in order to ensure that their bodies could handle the poor air quality. In spite of this, servicemembers still developed health problems, such as acute cases of asthma.
The US government's Department of Justice sued the incinerator operators.[30] In May 2001, just before the court was to hand down its decision, the Japanese government purchased the plant for nearly 40 million dollars and shut it down. Dismantling was completed by the end of that year.[31]
Noise lawsuits
Since 1976 there have been a number of lawsuits with local residents sued the Japanese government over noise from the base,[32] and in October 2002 the Yokohama district court ruled that the government should pay 2.75 billion yen in compensation. Both the plaintiffs and the government appealed the case and in July 2006 the Tokyo High Court ordered the government to pay 4.04 billion yen to 4,865 people living near the base.[33]
The fourth lawsuit over noise was filed in 2007 in the Yokohama District Court. In May 2014 the court ruled that the SDF should not operate its aircraft between 10pm to 6am and that the government should pay ¥7 billion yen in damages. It was the first lawsuit to request the grounding of US military aircraft. This request was rejected by the court.[34]
The ruling was appealed, and in its July 2015 ruling the Tokyo High Court gave ¥9.4 billion to around 6,900 residents from eight cities, increasing the payout from the ¥7 billion yen ordered by the Yokohama district court. The Tokyo court also rejected calls to forbid night flights by US aircraft, arguing that the Japan-US security treaty is beyond the government's jurisdiction. In this it was following a Supreme Court ruling on the 1976 case, where the court ruled that the Japanese government has no power to regulate the activities of US forces in the country.[35][36]
The case was appealed to the High Court and in December 2016 Japan's Supreme Court overturned the ban on SDF night flights. It upheld the damages awarded by the Tokyo High Court. The plaintiffs planned to file a fifth lawsuit as soon as February 2017.[37]
Protests
There have been a number of protests regarding the base. In July 1988 20,000 people made a human chain around the base to protest noisy night landings at the base.[38][39]
In 2005 Yamato city officials protested noisy night landings from F/A-18 Hornet training.[40]
In 2007 the Japanese Communist Party (JCP) protested F-16 and F/A-18 exercises at the base and asked that they be stopped.[41]
In 2013 the JCP also protested after a USN Seahawk helicopter from Atsugi crashed in Miura city, and asked that Bell Boeing V-22 Ospreys not be deployed to Atsugi.[42] When Ospreys were sent to the base for training this also caused local protests.[43]
Current operations
A US Navy MH-60S Seahawk training flight
Atsugi currently hosts Carrier Air Wing Five, part of aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan's air component. The wing includes about 70 aircraft and 2,000 military personnel who are stationed at Atsugi when the carrier is in port at Yokosuka. On 9 May 2008 the wing commander, Captain Michael P. McNellis, was relieved of command by Rear Admiral Richard B. Wren, commander of Commander Task Force 70, after the admiral said he lost confidence in McNellis' ability to command. McNellis was replaced by Captain Michael S. White.[44][45] In 2012 the squadrons of CAW 5 completed their transition to variants of the Super Hornet/Growler, making it the first air wing without legacy Hornets.[46]
Plans for aircraft relocation to Iwakuni
Since at least 2005 there have been plans to relocate Carrier Air Wing Five's approximately 60 fixed wing aircraft from Atsugi to Marine Corps Air Station Iwakuni in Yamaguchi prefecture.[47] Yamaguchi governor Sekinari Nii said there was "no way" Yamaguchi prefecture would accept this.[48] In 2006 Iwakuni voters rejected the plan in a plebiscite[49] and Iwakuni mayor Katsusuke Ihara urged Tokyo to drop the plan.[50] In 2007 the Japanese government passed legislation to prepare for the relocation of US Forces in Japan including subsidies for local affected areas.[51]
The move was planned to have been done in 2014, but after construction delays the move was delayed by three years, to 2017.[52][53][54]
As of January 2017 the plan is for the move to take place in stages and be completed in May 2018.[55] The move does not include the wing's approximately 20 helicopters.
Tenant squadrons
Maritime Self Defence Force
JMSDF P-1 patrol aircraft taking off from NAF Atsugi
As of 2017, the following Japanese Maritime Self Defence Force units are based at NAF Atsugi:[56][57]
Fleet Air Wing 4, Air Patrol Squadron 3 (Lockheed P-3C Orion) (Kawasaki P-1)
Air Transport Squadron 61 (Lockheed C-130R Hercules) (LC-90)
Air Development Squadron 51 (P-1 & UP-1, P-3C & UP-3C Orion, SH-60J/K & USH-60K Seahawk)
US Navy
As of 2017, the US Navy tenant commands at NAF Atsugi are:[58]
Two Super Hornets from VFA-102 at NAF Atusgi
Helicopter Maritime Strike Squadron 51 Warlords (Sikorsky MH-60R "Seahawk" )
EA-18G Growler of VAQ-141 taxies after landing
Carrier Air Wing Five:
Strike Fighter Squadron 27 Royal Maces (F/A-18E Super Hornet)
Strike Fighter Squadron 102 The Diamondbacks (F/A-18F Super Hornet)
Strike Fighter Squadron 115 Eagles (F/A-18E Super Hornet)
Strike Fighter Squadron 195 Dambusters (F/A-18E Super Hornet)
Electronic Attack Squadron 141 Shadowhawks (EA-18G Growler)
Carrier Airborne Early Warning Squadron 115 Liberty Bells (E-2C Hawkeye 2000)
Fleet Logistics Support Squadron 30 Detachment 5 Providers (C-2A Greyhound)
Helicopter Maritime Strike Squadron 77 Saberhawks (MH-60R Seahawk)
Jacobaea vulgaris, syn. Senecio jacobaea, is a very common wild flower in the family Asteraceae. Also known as St. James-wort. Ragweed. Stinking Nanny. Staggerwort. Dog Standard. Cankerwort. Stammerwort.
Although Ragworts can be a significant nuisance to horse keepers, these species are a very important source of nectar and pollen. About 150 species of insects, such as bees, flies and butterflies, visit the plant. Ragwort is best known as the food of caterpillars of the Cinnabar moth Tyria jacobaeae.
Ragwort was formerly much employed medicinally for various purposes. The leaves are used in the country for emollient poultices and yield a good green dye, not, however, permanent. The flowers boiled in water give a fair yellow dye to wool previously impregnated with alum. The whole plant is bitter and aromatic, of an acrid sharpness, but the juice is cooling and astringent, and of use as a wash in burns, inflammations of the eye, and also in sores and cancerous ulcers - hence one of its old names, Cankerwort.
It is used with success in relieving rheumatism, sciatica and gout, a poultice of the green leaves being applied to painful joints and reducing the inflammation and swelling. It makes a good gargle for ulcerated throat and mouth, and is said to take away the pain caused by the sting of bees. A decoction of the root has been reputed good for inward bruises and wounds. In some parts of the country Ragwort is accredited with the power of preventing infection.
Labeled as only 15 grams of carbohydrate, toast is 60% carbs as opposed to 40% when it's bread which takes longer to digest. Toast spiked my blood sugar to 132 mg/dl which is more than ice cream at 105 mg/dl, but not as much as cooked steel cut oatmeal which tops all my readings at 155 mg/dl. (Normal is 85.) Why is this bad?
Here is the science as I have gleaned from my reading of "Good Calories, Bad Calories". I had to read parts of the book several times to keep from glossing over the technical details, but once I read slowly enough to visualize what each component of the metabolic system did, it became easier to understand.
So to begin, most food breaks down in the blood stream and becomes sugar. Sugar is already sugar so jumps right in there. Carbohydrates, especially refined, cooked carbs also turn to sugar very fast. Too much sugar in the blood registers as high blood sugar. High blood sugars are toxic to the body, wreaking havoc on kidneys and other organs.
The normal body takes care of these spikes from food by releasing insulin from the pancreas, which allows the blood sugars to be absorbed by various parts of the body i.e. muscle tissue, thus taking it out of the blood stream and converting it to fuel for the body. This is how the body regulates itself to survive during periods of no food whether for a few hours, or weeks, or months. Too much insulin and the body becomes insulin resistant; first the muscle tissue refuses to take in the sugars, so it goes to the fat tissue where it is stored indefinitely as fat.
A handful of hormones allows the energy stored as fat to be disassembled into fatty acids that go back into the blood stream where it can be used as fuel by other parts of the body. If there is too much insulin in the body, the hormones aren't able to facilitate this transference and the fat stays locked down in the adipose tissue. (Note to my fellow organizers: one study showed that rats that had had their ovaries removed and thus were estrogen deprived, ate voraciously and stored food in their cages. Infusing estrogen back into these rats suppressed the food-hoarding. Sounds like something hoarding researchers should look into. See p. 373.)
It is possible to release fat from your body by starving yourself thus engaging one of the survival mechanisms of our bodies; this will make you hungry which is why restricting food (going on a diet) is rarely maintained and can cause psychological disorders such as depression. As food intake drops, thyroid hormone falls and metabolic rate is lowered. The starvation diet is telling the body there isn't any food out there so stay quiet, hibernate. The longer this goes on, the more efficient the body gets at using fat sparingly.
Once the fuel is used up the body will want to replenish the lost reserves right away, at first. Being hungry serves the purpose of alerting us to find more food. The body can release fat with hard labor, but will do this sparingly, i.e., more slowly than when it made the fat in the first place, in case food supplies are really low. No food is better than a tiny morsel as far as satisfying hunger. No food tells the body to lie low, stay peaceful, maybe even die.
So calorie restriction and exercise is the hardest way to lose weight and may make you irritable on top of it. Which is why it's so pathologically entertaining to watch all those fat people struggling on "The Biggest Loser". What the show doesn't dwell on is that the participants are eating a comparatively high fat, low carb diet with no sodas permitted (no sandwiches, no cereals, half a tortilla, carbs mostly in veggies, etc), which would allow them to lose weight anyway. In fact it would probably be easier on them to lose much of the weight before undergoing the heart endangering marathon exercise regime, but of course, not as good TV. And thus that warning at the end about checking with your doctor before attempting this at home.
The easy way to lose weight is to eat fatty foods to satisfy appetite and restrict easily digestible carbs like toast, oatmeal, mashed potatoes, white rice, pasta—especially overcooked pasta and most of all anything with high fructose corn syrup. That stuff has a special feature; it doesn't affect blood sugar so it gives the appearance of being healthier on the glycemic index, but the kicker is that it goes straight to the liver which converts the fructose directly to fat molecules—triglycerides to be precise. That which your doctor may point to, on your blood work, as heading into cardiac arrest territory.
Most of my peeps know to avoid sodas, but we have not yet learned about the carbohydrates, drives insulin, drives fat equation. At least I had not because I never had to care about weight loss. My problem seems to be more about the insulin resistance not allowing the muscles to build up and the fat tissues becoming insulin resistant before I could lay down any fat; this seems more typical of Type 1 diabetes. Practically speaking my blood sugars were perpetually high and I'm hypoglycemic after eating 3 Ritz crackers, knocked out as though hit by a drug.
But high blood sugars is not just about training the body to become diabetic or obese. It also weighs in on other health issues because everyone can be affected by levels of insulin and possibly become insulin resistant.
Hypertension for one. Here's another one of those medical establishment myths debunked. No evidence has shown that eating salt results in salt in the blood, or only slightly for a short time. Reducing salt in your diet has only a marginal effect on salt in the body. However a carbohydrate rich diet prompts the kidneys to hold onto salt, rather than excrete it. The body retains water to keep the sodium concentrate constant which causes blood pressure to go up. So if you want to get off those antihypertensive drugs (a diuretic to make you pee both salt and water out) try reducing carb intake.
Heart disease: Once carbs flood the blood stream with glucose, the liver picks up some of it and transforms it into fat. This fat boat, called a triglyceride, floats around the body delivering bits of fat and shrinking as fat is dropped off. The more carbohydrates, the bigger and lighter and longer living the triglyceride boat which then becomes the small, dense artherogenic (plaque making) LDL—the bad cholesterol. If no carbs eaten, then smaller and heavier boat that ends up as large, fluffy benign LDL. Since these LDL twins are seen as one, triglyceride counts are a better indicator of heart disease.
As for Alzheimer patients. A healthy brain clears away amyloid proteins (which are made when a certain larger protein is split), but an insulin-filled brain is occupied with clearing out insulin and cannot also clear out amyloid proteins. It is these proteins that combine with glucose to form plaques called amyloid-plaque accumulation (AGEs) and that accumulation causes vascular damage in the brain.
And cancer. Fat does not cause cancer and being fat does not cause cancer, rather getting fat may be a result of cancer activity. Glucose intolerance seems to play a part in cancer. Cancerous cells are mutations that occur all the time when new cells are made, but they only become tumors once they can grow and they only grow in the presence of insulin. Cancer cells have more receptors for insulin which allows it to feed more readily on blood sugars than other cells which become insulin resistant over a short time. Cancer cells burn perhaps 30x more sugar than normal cells. Thus the "sugar feeds cancer" premise I've been hearing about. But no one mentioned carbs turning into sugar so quickly so I didn't make the connection. Researches did not see the need to take into account that carbs were easily made into sugar because they were biased by the fat-leads-to-cholesterol theory so thought carbs were irrelevant.
(A note about environmental toxins was made in reference to a researcher attributing the causes of disease to external circumstances. He meant eating and lifestyle habits, but the public took it as an affirmation that the "toxic soup" we live in is a danger to us; scientists responded to this misinterpretation saying that there was no actual evidence for toxins causing disease. I believe we are subject to toxic impact as far as endocrine interrupters and birth defects, but that is not about disease.)
And tooth decay. Sugar intake parallels carb intake in baked goods, cereals, crackers, etc. So dental problems parallel these other diseases of civilization.
Longevity. The hypothesis is that he who has the most free radicals (caused by oxidation generated by cells burning fuel), is bogged down by glycation—the binding of sugars to proteins in a haphazard, plastic-in-the-ocean kind of way, attracting toxic sequelae—big word for stuff that causes infection. You can reduce free radicals by half starving yourself and burning less fuel, a strategy my 95 lb, super-active mother seems to have employed. However, reduced blood sugar and thus reduced insulin resistance leads to reduced oxidative stress and decrease in glycation. Researchers are also making a connection between insulin activity and a doubling of life span triggered by a mutation too complex for me to grok, but is about organisms waiting out a bad spell in food supply in order to stay young enough to reproduce when there is food available.
This whole story about the bodies ability to survive is not quite as romantic and action packed as the increasingly popular Paleo diet story about hunters constantly having to run down game (and then gorging on meat). From descriptions recorded by early naturalists, when there was game, it was there in such abundance that it had to be cleared away like so much underbrush by settlers trying to proceed. Running a lot and shooting off your bow and arrow makes good The Hunger Games, but is hard on your joints and may cause carpel tunnel syndrome. Better that the humans be walking together in community, from food source to food source setting traps and when the going gets tough, hunkering down in caves together communing with spirits. Life alternating between mobile mardi gras and Shamanic sheltering in place.
With agriculture came the enslavement of most humans to till the land, thus enabling some humans to develop civilization as we know it in all its material glory. Chronic disease may be the price we pay especially if we stick with conventional wisdom.
YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM MRS ELHAM FARAH
Assalamu'alekum!
I am glad to know you, but Allah knows you better and he knows why he has directed me to you at this point in time so do not be afraid. I saw your e-mail contact at Chamber of commerce and foreign trade departments. I am writing this mail to you with heavy sorrow in my heart, My Name is Mrs. Elham Farah. And I am contacting you from Burkina Faso I want to tell you this because I don't have any other option than to tell you as I was touched to open up to you, I am married to Mr. Toyo Farah who worked with Tunisia embassy here in Burkina Faso for nine (9) years before he died in the year 2005.We were married for eleven years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only five days.
Since his death I decided not to remarry, When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of US$ 8.2m(Eight million two hundred thousand dollars)in a bank in Ouagadougou the capital city of Burkina Faso in west Africa Presently this money is still in that bank. He made this money available for exportation of Gold from Burkina Faso mining. Recently, My Doctor told me that I would not last for the period of due to cancer problem.
Whoever that wants to serve Allah must serve him in spirit and Truth because Allah is the Most High, Please always be prayerful all through your life. The one that disturbs me most is my cancer sickness. Having known my condition I decided to hand you over this money to take care of the less-privileged people, you will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct here in. I want you to take 40% Percent of the total money for your personal use While the rest 60% of the money will go to charity" people in the street and helping the orphanage.
I don't have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not good not even good at all because they are the one that responsible for the death of my late husband in other to have all my late husband properties and I don't want my husband's efforts to be used by those that conspired for his death. I grew up as an Orphan and I don't have anybody as my family member, just to Endeavour that the name of Allah is maintained... Am doing this so that Allah will forgive my sins and accept my soul because this sickness has suffered me so much.
As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank in Burkina Faso and I will send authorized letter that will prove you as the present beneficiary of the money in the bank that is if you assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated here in and will not betray me once you confirm this fund in your account because i only want my late husband's wish to be accomplished. you can contact me through my private email: elhamfarah00@yahoo.com Hoping to receive your reply.
Yours Sister In Islam
Mrs. Elham Farah.
elhamfara10@aol.fr via mx.aol.com
Thank you
kind considerate
Mrs Elham Farah
Salutations Salaams
Dua..your words of
humanity i value
That you thought
of me is very sweet of
you..your money will
be put to good use
for the poor downtrodden
homeless a thought
overdue .. for those
without hope a pact
of peace brotherhood
renewed ..i hope this
attitude of charity
you continue ,,more
than any sickness
the cancerous corruption
in society is a major issue
infecting the soul of mankind
blood sweat tissue ..selfish
morality ..from the soul
of man one has to rescue
sculpting a new icon as
a worthy statue of your
late husband toyo farah
in Ouagadougou ..for his
endeavor his love for you
Evil Knows No Religion, No Race, No Nation, No Gender, No Sexual Orientation.
Evil is what evil does. And what evil does is hurt innocent people.
Just yesterday, as I posted a wonderful news about Muslims in Pakistan raising money to build a Church for poor Christians there, I prayed that such messages and stories of tolerance, interfaith coexistence, and good neighborliness would get more visibility. I commented how that good news would get no coverage. After all, hate driven events generate more media coverage and public interest.
How quickly that small bit of good news would be overshadowed by a much more horrific news of evil, I had no idea. The events in Orlando, where a purely evil man drove to a nightclub and massacred 50 people, were the worst of all worlds.
A so-called Muslim, an Afghan living here legally, went on a shooting rampage in what was not just a hate crime, for targeting gays, and not just an act of terrorism, for killing innocent Americans, but an act of pure, unadulterated evil.
I am opposed to torture, but part of me wishes this evil slimy murderer had been caught alive and waterboarded with buckets or pig urine. Because he deserved no less, and will get no less, when he faces God for this murderous actions. If he had any fellow planners and helpers here, I am quite OK with that being done to them.
My hearts and prayers go out to the victims, and their loved ones.
The only people celebrating will be the evil Taliban and ISIS sons of Satan, and the Lucifer-loving hate-mongering bigots amongst us here in America, who will be gloating for having more reasons to hate and vilify Muslims.
God have mercy on the lost souls, wipe out the cancerous hate mongers of all religions, and bless us all with happy, healthy, love filled lives.
As I always say: “Make Magic And Love, Not Holy War!”
Please remember and share what I also say...
“Eradicate The Hate. Wipeout The Error Of Terror!”
Imran Anwar
1. Feel Good Message of the Day: Vol. 1, 2. Carolyn's quilt, 3. Untitled, 4. Optimism
Again! More mean cancerous cells to be attacked in my body in 6 weeks time probably. I have to be checked again and operated again. I hope this will be the last time! Will go on holiday now and relax!
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...feeling tired. Lazy. Bored. It's the sun. The sun is not going away. It's in my face when I'm driving east and west. Hitting me from the side when I'm driving SN and SW, blinding me so I that I can't see a photogenic secenery. How many great scenes have I passed? Only Sun knows. The sun breaching the seasonal contract with earth...or maybe only with California. I don't know. All I know is that the days are getting brighter each day...I'm going to sue the sun for violating its own Solar Law. I will not lose like the Martians did millions light years ago. They lost the case in a Martian court and froze to death. It was too late to imigrate to planet earth. Contrary to the belief, they never been to earth. Lucky Melon Heads! They'be trapped here for nothing can ever escape nor enter earth. It's a Black Hole coated with blue atmosphere...
Don't let wisp of clouds fool you in this image for the scortched Giant Sequoia is a clear evidence of the sun's deed. It's a proof of complicity in aiding the termites with its rays, energizing the evil, cancerous bacteria, keeping them alive if only for few a months a year every year and at seven thousand feet high above, closer to the sun, makes this (and other hundred of thousands) Giant Sequoia a perfect victim, while higly paid rangers milling around uselessly and Greenpeace is waving a stupid flag, cruzing to save a few squids...
Termites use a decentralised, self-organised crime system of activity guided by SIA (Swarm Intelligence Agency) to exploit food sources and environments that could not be available to any single insect acting alone. A typical colony contains nymphs (semi-mature young), workers, soldiers, and reproductive individuals of both genders, sometimes containing several egg-laying queens.
The queen must be stopped and its eggs fried in a giant omelete pan and serve it to the Park Rangers and Park Service employes who, under a dome of a blue sky, will lie through their teeth, trying to sell you a BS like it's natural feature or perhaps a relics of lightening fires, and some will tell you that they are man-made, burned or cleared to provide summer grazing. Well, this, partially, maybe true.
more juan :D
i think only one more picture of him after this one
whoop!
there was these big gross yellow deformed cancerous lookin apple things on the ground
ewwww
i would have taken a picture
but i was super grossed out >.<
they were lookin me D:
anyway catch ya later (:
one two buckle my shoe :D....three four take off shoe and smack u in the face for stealing picturess :D!!!
So Charlie is healing well after having a couple of fatty lumps removed from his body and a more worrying patch on his head. It was like an open sore which would scab over all thick and crusty, drop off to reveal the open wound..again and again. It just wouldn't heal. The vet cut it out and a sample was sent off for a biopsy. The results came back as NOT cancerous...thank heavens.
It still was not a definite result but they think it is a disease called Pemphigus foliaceus which if not treated could spread and if it became infected could possibly be fatal...oh no!
Apparantly though, it can be treated with steroids so next week when we go back to the vets to have the stitches removed we will discuss what we need to do next.
In the meantime, you will be happy to know that Charlie is his usual bouncy self and seems to be experiencing no ill effects at all..bless him!
p.s. Don't look into his eye...you may feel the need to feed him!
:@)
"It used to be called Vinca rosea, but is now called Catharanthus roseus. It has been pin pointed as the source of many useful biosynthetic pathways, including one called the Strictosidine pathway that one of my lab-mates is working on." says Aindrila (Scientist Physical Biosciences Division)
Catharanthus roseus (Madagascar Periwinkle) is a species of Catharanthus native and endemic to Madagascar. Synonyms include Vinca rosea (the basionym),
Ammocallis rosea, and Lochnera rosea; other English names occasionally used include Cape Periwinkle, Rose Periwinkle, Rosy Periwinkle, and "Old-maid"
Local name : Nayantara
Uses : Its alkaloids are hypotensive, sedative and have tranquilising properties and are anti cancerous. It helps in relieving muscle pain, depression of central nervous system and wasps stings.Part Used : Leaves, Roots
Best part .. beautiful flowers in pink (like this one), red and white :-)