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I swear to get around to 2021 at some point, I said exactly that last year. This is again from last December, I saw these berries and then noticed the lines of spider silk, it resembled to me a sort of Neural-Pathway or Neural-Network, neurons of some description anyway. It is something to marvel when you look at galaxies and then see neurons in the brain, or the construct of the eye, one can easily see the limitation of the imagination that is the construct behind the simulation we all live in, when these designs start to combine in their individual design.
I hope everyone is well, here's to a great weekend and so as always, thank you! :)
So I probably am insane, I don't care, I applied an awakening to this moment, for me personally I never see a road, I see demonstrational neurological existential consciousness, ready to send out the little messengers of thoughts of which we are all in the driving seat, master this and you master the Universe. Imagine if you would, realising that thinking decides reality and a new universe can be created from thus an infinitesimal moment's conjuring, it can be mind blowing and frightening to yield that level of conscience, be mindful of your thoughts but what an incredible playground of exploration awaits if we could ever can comprehend the absolute freedom that awaits, so go ahead Angel, blow my mind, I am ready!
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
I submitted dis piece in our local open call for new artist
if accepted you become an Allied Artist of the local community
it was selected and now I am an Allied Artist
Every six months or so, I have a neurologist appointment. At today's visit, while waiting, I pulled my Fujifilm #X100F out. Now this may seem like a weird location, but I am not a big believer in leaving cameras in the trunk of my car (theft). I was intrigued by the scene. One, the available light was good for a pic. Two, I thought it was interesting that the doctor had a jar of safety pins. Perhaps he would use those to re-attach portions of my brain that are loose? When he came into the office, I forgot to ask. Next time.
16 months ago I developed a serious neurological condition which has stolen the life I had... This pretty much sums it up...
Rollei Retro 400s 35mm
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Absolutely True Story. With previous Neurological issues affecting my balance center (vision and ears) after a nasty virus (pre-pandemic). I saw the whole world on a tilt from left to right, constantly, just like this for MONTHS on end!! No, it wasn't much fun as you can well, sort of imagine. haha. Glad I see things 'on the level' now. But if my photo compositions/ image angles start looking a bit on the piss (slope/tilt). Please just roll with it and let's just call it art. haha. Thanks ;)
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neurological merge with my head in the air and my heart on the ground . look around look around . drown drown drownd
Neurologically Operated Refrigerated Automaton, or N.O.R.A. was meant to be Victor's solution to both preserving his beloved wife, and allowing her to continue to function in the world while he could focus on finding her a cure. Only the years as a human snow cone and constant battles Batman have not been kind to Nora. While technically still alive, her body and mind have suffered extensive tissue damage, and she can no longer control N.O.R.A. Instead Victor has taken over the controls. Now outfitted with a mammoth freeze cannon, hurling pissed off polar bears, and a doomsday failsafe that will trigger a cataclysmic nuclear winter, N.O.R.A. Will become the vehicle of Victor's ultimate revenge against Batman and a world whose heart has grown cold.
My entry for FBTB's Mech Madness 2012
Cordyceps is an interesting entomopathogenic fungus (a fancy way of saying a fungus that parasitizes and kills insects/spiders). Each Cordyceps is species specific and is something pretty horrifying. The spores will land on an insect and gradually the fungal mycelia will grow down past the insects exoskeleton and into the body where they will spread like tree roots, invading and replacing host tissue. This kills the insect in a very slow, lengthy process. In the final stages, the fungus takes the neurological reins and modifies the insect’s behaviour so as best to befit itself. In ants it will cause them to climb to a high perch and bite down on a leaf or stem with a death grip. The ant will slowly die, perhaps from starvation, perhaps from the deterioration of its body, but after some time there might be seen movement. To be sure it is extremely slow and small but it is there. If sped up, it would look like a worm wriggling out of the body. And this isn’t far from the truth. It is the fruiting body of the cordyceps fungus. Which grows a stalk several inches long, terminating in asci or sacs containing the spores that will lead to a new round of infectious dissemination. Why go to all this trouble to cause the ant to climb to a high perch? Well, the jungle is very humid with rain falling often and in large quantities. Ants being principally ground dwellers, it wouldn’t do to have the ants and fungus along with them washed away, covered in mud or stuck together. Additionally, just like climbing to the top of a mountain will afford a better view of the surroundings, so too will climbing to the top of a plant or bush in a jungle microenvironment. From here, the fungus is free to be blown in all directions by the slightest current of wind, the spores, like insidious grains of pollen, waiting to be planted in the fertile backs of their hosts.
Photo taken in Danum Valley, Malaysian Borneo.
The ability to detect electrical activity in the brain through the scalp, and to control it, will soon transform medicine and change society in profound ways. Patterns of electrical activity in the brain can reveal a person’s cognition—normal and abnormal. New methods to stimulate specific brain circuits can treat neurological and mental illnesses and control behavior. In crossing this threshold of great promise, difficult ethical quandaries confront us.
By architects G. Chiaureli, L. Kiladze, I. Maskharashvili, F. Kartvelishvili and B. Gegelia, 1975. Tbilisi, Georgia.
Photo: Stefano Perego.
That oak tree at the Thomas Center, Gainesville, Florida. 1948 Ansco Shur Shot Jr box camera on Kodak Tri-X film. I'm always amazed at how well this camera does. It is so minimal.
The Tri-X 400 film is too fast for this camera. This is first time I've tried stand development - Ilfosol DD-X 1+9 for 45 minutes. I think the contrast boost from the stand development worked for this frame.
I learned several months ago that I have a neurological condition called synesthesia. When I look at letters, or numbers, or hear/read words, I see certain colors inside my head. These colors are always the same for its co-responding letter/number; A is always a rusty red, and 4 is always dark grayish-purple.
I also have spatial-sequence synesthesia, which means that I see periods of time (such as the months of the year) in a three-dimensional space around me, with the winter months behind and summer directly ahead. Pain also registers as color, which is actually rather helpful: When I get migraines, I can tell by the color what has caused them and how much medication to take for it.
I see colors for days of the week, musical instruments, everyday sounds, musical tones, and even some smells (like bonfire smoke and gasoline).
I suck at math, though, cuz the colors make me confuse large numbers. 12134 has the same colors as 14321, only in a different sequence, which, when first 'seen' looks almost exactly the same.
Synesthesia is caused by a 'malfuncion' in the wiring of the brain's senses. It doesn't disable me in any way, though does occasionally cause migraine headaches from sensory overload.
The above painting (done in acrylic on particle board) is what I 'see' when listening to Snow by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
If you'd like to purchase this or any other original works of other songs, or would like to commission a song personally, please contact me at lionheart09@comcast.net
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A disused neurosurgery wing of a former district hospital. Taken in the operating theatre equipped with a pair of Brandon Medical operating lights
Wessex Neurological Centres Iveco daily emergency transfer ambulance seen here en route to Southampton General Hospital.
This has had a Double Dash Light added since I last saw it.
Neurologically Operated Robotic Automoton, or N.O.R.A. was meant to be Victor's solution to both preserving his beloved wife, and allowing her to continue to function in the world while he could focus on finding her a cure. Only the years as a human snow cone and constant battles Batman have not been kind to Nora. While technically still alive, her body and mind have suffered extensive tissue damage, and she can no longer control N.O.R.A. Instead Victor has taken over the controls. Now outfitted with a mammoth freeze cannon, hurling pissed off polar bears, and a doomsday failsafe that will trigger a cataclysmic nuclear winter, N.O.R.A. Will become the vehicle of Victor's ultimate revenge against Batman and a world whose heart has grown cold.
50 sec exposure shot on Olympus E-30.
- Perpetual events may be mistaken for continuous actions depending on the amount of time between each cycle or separate actions. This is the case with consciousness when we observe it from a quantified perspective. The flow of time is nothing but our perception on the changes in observable values.
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~My son Dylan Sharp has a Rare Neurological Movement Disorder. Dylan first got hospitalized in February of 2015, & we knew it was some type of a movement disorder when he was 9 years old. We waited, then Dylan's other test results came in September & was officially confirmed in Nov. of 2015 that our son has a Rare Neurological Movement Disorder @ the age of 10. Dylan's results showed us nothing any of our Dr's here had ever seen before, we don't even have a name for what Dylan's disease is, other than it falls under a type of movement disorder, and that it's rare.
WASHINGTON — A study from a Pentagon think tank theorizes that Russian President Vladimir Putin has Asperger's syndrome, "an autistic disorder which affects all of his decisions," according to the 2008 report obtained by USA TODAY.
Putin's "neurological development was significantly interrupted in infancy," wrote Brenda Connors, an expert in movement pattern analysis at the U.S. Naval War College in Newport, R.I. Studies of his movement, Connors wrote, reveal "that the Russian President carries a neurological abnormality.”
In light of recent “ developments in Ukraine” where Putin authorized the killing of innocent men, women and children, we must ask the question again? is Putin the full quid?
One would think that Putin overstepped the mark in a big way when he threatened nuclear warfare on anyone interfering with his wish to grab Ukraine by force
Terrorism is expected of mentally retarded, maladjusted frustrated human being blaming others for his failures to get what he wants in life so he lashes out in anger at anyone he comes across; terrorism from an intelligent head of one of the most powerful nations on earth is a sign that his “brain” is degenerating and disintegrating
In other words Putin brain is out of order!
The pentagon think tank made a correct diagnosis!
Why is the world ignoring it? it is anyone’s guess!
Thomas Jefferson — 'The government you elect is the government you deserve.'
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Carte de visite by Carl Caspar Giers of Nashville, Tenn. This portrait of two U.S. Army assistant surgeons in Union-occupied Nashville opens a window into the emerging field of neurology—the study of nervous disorders we know today as post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.
Both recent college graduates, their shared history traces back to medical school in Philadelphia, the same date of promotion in U.S. Army, and their assignment to military hospitals in Nashville, where they were exposed to difficult cases of battlefield wounds and disease.
For the taller officer standing on the left, Washington Benson Trull, his deployment marked the beginning of a military journey that went beyond the Civil War in America. Known as Ben to his friends, Trull was born in 1839 into a Massachusetts family that arrived in America during colonial times. His great-grandfather, the celebrated Capt. John Trull, led a company of Tewksbury minutemen against the British at Lexington and Concord in 1775.
Ben’s ancestors gravitated to higher education and the sciences, and he followed in their footsteps. He attended college preparatory school in Newton Centre, Mass., and, in 1857, entered Brown University. There he excelled in the chess club and as president of Alpha Delta Phi fraternity. Upon his graduation in 1861—the year the Civil War began—he joined Boston’s First Corps of Cadets for duty guarding the state house and arsenal.
Before the end of the year, Ben took a leave of absence from the Corps and embarked on the study of medicine at the Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia, and finished his coursework at the University of Pennsylvania. During this period, he volunteered as a medical cadet at the U.S. Army General Hospital in West Philadelphia, and this allowed him to graduate early, earning his degree in 1863.
The intersection of his medical training and the need for surgeons to deal with the massive numbers of sick and injured opened up the next chapter in his life. Ben joined the ranks of acting assistant surgeons in the U.S. Army in Nashville, and passed the examining board to earn a commission as assistant surgeon on July 6, 1863, just a few weeks shy of his twenty-fourth birthday. He spent the rest of the war tending to soldier-patients in Nashville and Vicksburg.
Several of Ben’s cases, all fatal head injuries, are documented in the Medical and Surgical History of the War of the Rebellion.
Another case documented by Ben appears in a postwar letter published in the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal. Titled “Euthanasia in War,” the case involves an unnamed soldier who suffered a gunshot or shell fragment wound that destroyed his eyes and nose, obliterating a significant part of his face and head. Ben’s report raises questions about medical ethics and the possibility that the body’s immune system could be triggered by emotion and feeling to turn against itself.
Ben began by noting a study of Peyer’s glands, or Peyer’s patches, which are located in the small intestine and are part of the immune system’s defense against antigens in the gut. He also references an order about post-mortem exams.
Here’s Ben’s full report:
In the summer of 1864, we were making instructive studies of Peyer’s glands, with the hope of giving more successful treatment to the many cases of chronic diarrhea in the Cumberland U.S.A. General Hospital at Nashville. A senseless alarm was sent to the War Department about the “cutting up” of deceased comrades and the receipt of an order that forbade post mortem examinations. I was, therefore, unable, in the following case, to ascertain the deeper lesions, the condition of the optic commissure, etc.
The patient came to us with about 700 other acute cases of gunshot injuries, on the night of the first day’s fight at Nashville in December, 1864. Some of the men were brought in ambulances, but more in hay wagons without springs, a mile from the field, over frozen roads, deeply rutted by the wheels of batteries and supply trains of previous days. As acting executive officer, I was called to examine a man in one of the wards, who was persistently clamoring for euthanasia.
When I reached him, sitting on a stool in the midst of a crowd, he asked me to stoop down, look at him and then listen to his request. I found that considerable parts of both optic cones had been shot away, including the arch of the nasal bones. There was now no arterial hemorrhage, no complaint of pain beyond a sense of soreness, no special constitutional disturbance. Pulse was notably small.
Deformity of face was extraordinary. One eye ball had been carried off in the progress of the missile; the other rested on the cheek (half way down the face) held by its optic nerve.
He began at once to argue his claim, in a slow, deliberate and low voice. He exhibited no hysterical haste to die, though it was evident that for him life and not death was “the king of terrors.” He steadily maintained that life would be insupportable should he get about again. I listened as carefully as possible in the confusion of cries for attention of forty or more on the floor and the beds of the ward; doctors and nurses were embarrassed by their urgency.
Не was quiet. The clear working of the mind, the normal sequence of thought surprised me, looking down upon such ruin of structures in the very neighborhood of the anterior cerebral lobes. He politely paused for an answer. I cannot state verbatim what I said, but the gist of it was that none of us could previse the course of his case, nor be justified in hastening the approach of death by medical or surgical procedure.
He died that night in coma.
The pith of all this is in two points: First, the gravity of the injury so close to the supposed region of cerebration, the anterior lobes, without disturbing mentality. Second, the cause of death. The word coma explains nothing: was it the over-topping hopelessness, an object repulsive to look at and even more so, to think of: the state of mind, producing excessive secretion in certain glands, thrown into the circulation as a toxin paralyzing innervation?
There questions tucked into Ben’s narrative: Did patient’s state of mind produce a lethal toxin that killed him? Did he commit a form of suicide? Did he euthanize himself? Ben seemed to have no question on ethics: As a trained physician familiar with the Hippocratic Oath, he interpreted his role to do good for the patient and not cause harm. It is easy to imagine that he did not expect the man to live, which made I easier for him to deny the man’s request to be euthanized.
Ben remained in Nashville until the war’s end. He returned to Massachusetts and melted back into civilian life as a surgeon in practice with a cousin. His peers elected him to various state boards.
Ben might have remained in Boston for the rest of his days. However, he had one military assignment to fulfill. In 1870, at the outset of the Franco-Prussian War, the German Army needed surgeons. A number of German-born American physicians volunteered, and Ben joined them. He arrived in the village of Pont-à-Mousson and attended to French prisoners of war, many of whom had served in the Army of the Rhine under Marshal François Bazaine and been surrendered after the two-month Siege of Metz ended in Prussian victory. Ben spent about a year on duty before returning the United States.
Perhaps inspired by wanderlust from his travels during two wars, he spent time on the Pacific Coast before heading back East to New England. He married in 1874 and settled into medical practice in the Boston suburb of Brookline. Politically an independent and an Episcopal by faith, he died in 1925 at age 85.
For the officer standing beside Ben, Jerome Keating Bauduy, Nashville is where he met his future wife. Born in 1840 in Cuba, where his wealthy Philadelphia family of French descent had various business investments, the Bauduys associated with another family of French origins, the du Ponts, who had become prominent gunpowder manufacturers.
Jerome followed his father, Peter, into the study of medicine. Jerome’s higher education journey started at Georgetown College in Washington, D.C., then to the Université Catholique de Louvain in Belgium, the University of Pennsylvania, and finally Jefferson Medical College. The start of the Civil War briefly interrupted his studies. In the summer of 1861, his name appeared on a list of Regular Army appointments to second lieutenant in the 4th U.S. Artillery. However, evidence suggests he did not accept the opportunity, choosing instead to finish his education.
In early March 1863, Jerome graduated from Jefferson Medical College. His thesis, “Erysipelas as connected with Gunshot Wounds,” suggests he, like Ben, volunteered as a medical cadet at one of the Philadelphia military hospitals, which allowed him to compete his coursework early.
On March 12, two days after graduation, Jerome accepted a position as a contract surgeon in the U.S. Army and reported to Nashville for duty, tending patients with Ben in the wards of military hospitals, and passing the examination board to become a commissioned assistant surgeon.
Unlike Ben, Jerome did not serve out the entire war. Medical issues forced his resignation in December 1863. But rather than return to Philadelphia, he remained in Nashville. The likely cause was Caroline Bankhead. Her father, James, an Irish immigrant, had settled in Nashville and rose to prominence as a merchant with business interests in New Orleans. Jerome and Caroline met at some point and began a courtship that blossomed and led to their marriage in June 1864. Five months later, Caroline gave birth to a baby boy in St. Louis. Caroline and Jerome named him James K. Bauduy, likely for Caroline’s father and Jerome’s middle name, which was also his mother’s maiden name. The infant died a day after he came into the world, according to city death records.
After the war ended, Jerome and Catherine permanently relocated to St. Louis, where 10 more children were born to them, eight of whom lived to maturity. In 1865, Jerome accepted a position as attending physician at St. Vincent’s Institution for the Insane, a private facility established by the Catholic Sisters of Charity. It is possible that Jerome’s mother, Amelia, played a role in landing this job for Jerome. She had entered into monastic life as a Discalced Carmelite in Philadelphia following the death of her husband in 1856, becoming Mother Ignatius.
In St. Louis, Jerome prospered at St. Vincent’s. He became fascinated by the study of neurology, or the treatment of issues connected to the nervous system. Its western origins in Europe had first caught the attention of American physicians in the middle part of the century, and the Civil War played a significant role in neurology’s emergence as a distinct field. Battlefield wounds, particularly to the spinal column and head, and related emotional conditions that came to be known in the 20th century as PTSD, fueled intense interest in the American medical establishment during and after the war.
Jerome’s practical experience treating soldier-patients and postwar cases and research led to the publication, in 1876, of the clinical textbook Diseases of the Nervous System. The book launched him into the spotlight as a leader in the field.
In one passage, Jerome references the impact of war on the nervous system: “The excitements incident to war, and its disastrous consequences, have afforded ample evidences of insanity consequent upon undue violence of the emotions. In a word, whenever the mind of an individual is subjected to undue strain, or the passions are extraordinarily roused, other conditions being favorable, mental alienation may ensue.”
Jerome also lectured and authored a number of papers on the subject. In 1890, he released an updated edition of the book. The full catalog of Jerome’s research touched on depression and the use of cocaine as a treatment, alcoholism, multiple sclerosis, and much more. As chair of Diseases of Mind and the Nervous System at Missouri Medical College, he taught neurology and psychiatry for three decades. He also appeared as an expert witness in a number of murder cases and other sensational courtroom trials, and he received handsome pay for his testimony. He ended his career as emeritus professor at Washington University in St. Louis.
Jerome experienced his own violent streak, as evidenced in an 1894 report that he attacked a fellow physician who reportedly insulted or assaulted one of his daughters. Jerome reportedly struck the doctor several times with a heavy cowhide whip, while pointing a revolver at him.
This incident may suggest that Jerome’s pursuits in the field of neurology may have been driven, at least in part, by his own search for answers.
Tragically, and perhaps ironically, Jerome died in 1914 in an asylum in Buffalo, N.Y. He was 74.
It may be fairly stated that the Civil War service in Nashville’s hospitals profoundly shaped the futures of Jerome and Ben, whose careers intersected with neurology, albeit in very different and unexpected ways.
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Wessex Neurological Centres Iveco daily emergency transfer ambulance seen here en route to Southampton General Hospital.
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Illustration of the neurological connections in the brain controlling speech production.
Credit: Stefan Fuertinger and Kristina Simonyan, Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai
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'SOMA' is a representation of two neurons communicating with each other, magnified to monumental proportions. Erected along the Embarcadero on San Francisco's waterfront, it prompts us to ask fundamental questions about neurological transmission and how it translates into human thought and consciousness. How can simple electrical impulses, which individually seem so small and inconsequential, come together to create something as incomparably complex as the human mind?
This large-scale work of interactive art was created by a group called 'The Flaming Lotus Girls', a San Francisco-based volunteer organization. The group combines sculpture, kinetics, robotics, pyrotechnics and electronics to inspire and invite viewers into an environment of participation.
Seen in the background is the San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge, known locally as the 'Bay Bridge'. The western section of the bridge, in view here, is officially known as the 'Willie L. Brown Jr. Bridge' after the former San Francisco Mayor and California State Assembly Speaker. It connects downtown San Francisco to Yerba Buena Island. The recently rebuilt eastern, and as yet unnamed, portion of the bridge connects Yerba Buena Island to the City of Oakland.
Tomorrow, August 2nd, is going to be 6 months since my dad died. It feels like yesterday.
six months, a half of a year. half of 365. I can't believe it.
I originally wanted to shoot the same photograph as I did a few days after my dad's heart attack (The Wait) ... but I came up with this.
I wanted to say thank you to all of you who have called me "inspiring" and those who have called me strong. I know everyone reacts to situations differently, but I'm telling you that if I were to think about losing my dad a year ago.... I'd picture myself a wreck. Don't get me wrong, I'm hurt. I'm really, really hurt. But I'm not a wreck. I'm okay. I'm breathing, and living, and even smiling. Life goes on. It goes on without my say.
My dad was in the hospital for a month and a day before he died, and did not wake up from surgery for that entire time. It hurt more when my dad was living during that time, than it does knowing he is gone. I know there was so many times I wanted to bring my camera into that hospital room. I didn't want to photograph my dad, but I wanted to photograph little things. I don't regret it because I don't think I can forget a single detail from each last visit I had with my dad. I just wish that I could show you all what I saw. I can't even put it into words, and I wish that I could.
The first few weeks my dad would open his eyes sometimes. The reality of the situation was that he had suffered from brain damage before neurology even knew. My dad wasn't alert, and had no response to anything except for pain. I sat by my dads bed for hours holding his hand and he'd never squeeze back. I got so frustrated sometimes. I'd ask my dad to open his eyes so many times. I was calm and patient but I knew it wasn't happening. I remember regardless of what the doctors said I felt like my dad could hear me. I felt like he could hear me because even if he wasn't there, in that room, he was somewhere. Somewhere always near me. I remember one time my dad opened his eyes a little, and shut them. He didn't open them again. I tried sooo hard not to cry because I knew how much that would hurt my dad to see if he could. I couldn't even stay in the room. I left.
I can go on, and on with all of these stories because I have so many but I don't want sympathy. I just want people to realize. I want you all to appreciate what you have. Seriously. Just appreciate every person place or thing that has impacted you in someway.
i miss you
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