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El 16 de Junio, en los espacios de la Librería El Buscón (C.C. Paseo Las Mercedes), se dió a conocer el libro No le tenga miedo al dedo, publicación realizada por el Dr. René Sotelo quien dirige el Centro de Cirugía Robótica y de Invasión Mínima (CIMI) del Instituto Médico La Floresta. Un libro que se inscribe dentro de una campaña que cada vez cobra más fuerza en el mundo, desmitificar el examen de próstata y todo aquello que le rodea.
A través de un acercamiento preciso a los distintos procedimientos que todo urólogo debe realizar en esta tarea y una explicación sencilla, pero concisa, de todas las implicaciones médicas que circundan el tema, el Dr. Sotelo presenta un documento de importancia capital ante una sociedad donde abundan los caballeros que aún miran con recelo este examen tan simple como necesario.
El libro está prologado por el reconocido periodista Oscar Yanes, quien aborda el tema desde una perspectiva bastante peculiar. El famoso fresco realizado por Miguel Ángel en la Capilla Sixtina, La creación de Adán, le permite hacer una comparación, osada pero pertinente, entre el dedo de Dios que señala y advierte y el dedo del Dr. Sotelo que tantea y previene. Además de esto, deja en evidencia cómo la exagerada "virilidad" de algunos famosos personajes de nuestra historia venezolana fue la culpable de haberles causado una muerte lenta e incómoda, por decirlo de alguna manera.
El Dr. Sotelo lleva a cabo esta iniciativa desde uno de los centros más avanzados en cuanto a cirugía robótica se refiere. Su labor ha sido reconocida ampliamente por diversas instituciones a lo largo del mundo, entre ellas destacan la American Urological Association y la European Association of Urology. Tiene en su registro personal más de 1000 prostatectomías radicales por laparoscopia realizadas en diferentes partes del mundo, lo cual le convierte en una de las voces más legítimas para abordar este tema.
No le tenga miedo al dedo va dirigido a público no médico. Está escrito en un lenguaje sencillo y acompañado de ilustraciones diseñadas especialmente para cada capítulo. Proporciona información sobre las enfermedades que pueden presentarse en la próstata, desde el crecimiento benigno hasta la inflamación y el cáncer, así como las más novedosas alternativas de diagnóstico y tratamiento para cada una de ellas.
Met het Westfries Museum en het standbeeld van Jan Pieterszoon Coen in het midden.
Het plein dankt de naam aan het vele bloed dat vloeide bij de openbare terechtstellingen...
All Saints, High Roding, Essex
A mile distant from its village, at the end of a long lane with only a farm for company. The church was locked with a keyholder notice, two keyholders. A medium sized late medieval church with no tower. The churchyard was bowling-green smooth. There didn't seem much of interest through the largely clear windows. A large graveyard, though, for the village it serves is the largest in the area, so plenty of people sleeping the sleep of the just in the churchyard. Oddly, several of the graves have 1930s ceramic floral displays under glass domes - strange to think of them sitting here for 80 years. I cycled on, up through the village. I hadn't realised how high I was, but as I turned back towards the forest I descended steeply for several miles to the very pretty village of Great Canfield with its church.
"Rain Drops"
Life is a single drop of rain. It can have many journeys or none at all depending on how it lands.
It may be among many to form a vast ocean or a single lone drop on the pavement.
depending on what you do right-
equals what is light.
Author: danarakizzy
Das Kalksandsteinwerk am Rodinger Bahnhof produzierte schon vor dem Ersten Weltkrieg. Im Jahr 2000 wurde der Betrieb endgültig eingestellt.
Rode klaver werd vroeger veel gebruikt als voedergewas en komt weer meer in de belangstelling voor de ecologische landbouw. Hij wordt wel geteeld als stoppelgewas, dat wil zeggen dat de rode klaver in maart en april onder graan gezaaid wordt en na de oogst van het graan verder groeit.
Das Kalksandsteinwerk am Rodinger Bahnhof produzierte schon vor dem Ersten Weltkrieg. Im Jahr 2000 wurde der Betrieb endgültig eingestellt.
St Mary, Aythorpe Roding, Essex
A new entry on the Essex Churches site.
It was May 2014, the most beautiful spring of the century. I had taken my bike on the train from Ipswich to Bishops Stortford before heading off away from the hell of Stansted airport into the wilds of Essex. Now I veered eastwards from the forest, entering the emptiest and most remote area of the county. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead. The road to my next target would have meant a five mile ride, but I spotted a half-mile bridleway, of which there are lots in this part of Essex. It would cut three miles off the journey, so I took it. It was a farm track, deeply rutted, and it took me down the side of a barley field to copses in the distance, the hysterical yellow of acres of rapeseed in full flower beyond.
At first, it was just about cycleable, but then it wasn't, so I pushed my bike for about ten minutes or so. As I approached the country lane at the far end of it I thought there seemed something vaguely familiar about it, and then I realised what it was. Ah, I thought to myself, I'm entering East Anglia again. Now I was on hedged lanes through rolling fields of barley and rapeseed. Profound green, intense yellow. The road climbed, and over the rise I saw a spire. I headed down a track for half a mile or so and came to one of the most remote churches in all Essex.
It was locked, there was no keyholder notice. An inexpressibly lonely place. The church itself is a poor little thing, its wooden spire shot through with woodpecker holes. There were no notices of service in the porch, and so I expect it has fallen into disuse. Redundancy beckons, and perhaps it will be left to go quietly back to nature. It might just as well be left open, in which case it would at least serve some purpose to passing walkers, pilgrims and strangers.
And yet there was something very special about just standing in the churchyard, in the silence. It felt like nothing had happened here for a very long time. I looked down at the inscription on a memorial cross to Our Dear Son, Bertie George Emberson, who died at the Military Hospital, Caterham, Surrey, September 7th 1918 aged 19 years. How awful. And yet, I thought, the churchyard they stood in to watch him put into the earth has not changed. The one they knew is the one there now.
Simon Knott, April 2018
Looks even better in the evening sunlight. On my way to try and catch the sunset which was a non event.
Roofvogels en uilen van Europa door K.H.Voous met illustraties van H.J. Slijper. 1986
photo: Renk Knol 20160615
Father's Day - June 19, 2011. I rode my ex-South African, 1969-model Yamaha AS2 (125cc twin) to the 12th "Classic Bike Guide" Classic Motorcycle Show at Knebworth House in Hertfordshire, UK. The 80km round trip went flawlessly, and (despite an intense downpour) the little bike behaved impeccably. The cherry on top of a fine day was that I won the Runner Up trophy for the "Best Japanese Bike" on show. The Yamaha's come a long way from the back of Hartmut's garage in Pretoria in the mid-80's :-)
After the show I took the country lanes back home and just to the north of Welwyn Garden City, in Hertfordshire, I stopped at the magnificent 475m Welwyn Viaduct (also called Digswell Viaduct) that was opened by Queen Victoria in 1850. This is a great slice of bucolic England!