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On Wednesday night, I managed to dislocate my hip replacement. I could hear it pop as I tried to stand up, then I fell down. My kind neighbors called an ambulance and I spent that night in the emergency room. I am smiling here because the position of my leg was so absurd. I didn't feel pain as long as I didn't move. They gave me lots of painkillers and sedatives and tried to pop it back in. The next day an orthopedist finally got it back. They kept me another night as a precaution, and then I got to come home yesterday afternoon. I still have pain but lots of meds and people to help out. I'm doing a lot of sleeping, too.
Flowering Calluna Vulgaris, the Common Heather, or Ling in August (towards the end of the month, simply heather; wrzos zwyczajny, wrzos pospolity, or wrzos sierpniowy). A magical plant for the Celts was a symbol of passion and love. The flower of the earth is now a symbol of the passing of summer. It has become an invasive weed in some areas and is found widely in the Notecka Forest where the plant grows widely. Heather honey has a characteristic strong taste (complement to many dishes, tea, or cocoa; with warming effects). The herb has been used in the traditional Austrian medicine internally as tea for treatment of disorders of the kidneys and urinary tract. Other healing properties: antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, anti-rheumatic, sedative, diaphoretic; the herb used in prostate hyperplasia, rickets, and respiratory diseases.
The wide range of psychoactive effects of the Amanita muscaria, commonly known as the fly agaric or fly amanita, have been variously described as depressant, sedative-hypnotic, psychedelic, dissociative, or deliriant; paradoxical effects such as stimulation may occur however.
Perceptual phenomena such as synesthesia, macropsia, and micropsia may occur; the latter two effects may occur either simultaneously or alternatingly, as part of Alice in Wonderland syndrome, collectively known as dysmetropsia, along with related distortions pelopsia and teleopsia.
Some users report lucid dreaming under the influence of its hypnotic effects.
Parmotrema perlatum (Huds.) M. Choisy; Synonymy: Parmotrema chinense (Osbeck) Hale & Ahti, Imbricaria perlata (Huds.) Körb., Parmelia ciliata (DC.) Nyl., Parmelia perlata (Huds.) Ach., Parmotrema trichotera (Hue) M. Choisy, Platysma perlatum (Huds.) Frege,
Black Stone Flower, Kalpasi, Powdered ruffle lichen, DE: ?
Slo.: ?
Dat.: April 30. 2018
Lat.: 45.07779 Long.: 14.439612
Code: Bot_1124/2018_DSC1966 and Bot_1128/2018_DSC2396
Habitat: dense macchia next to a dirt path; slightly inclined terrain, west aspect; sunny, warm, dry place; calcareous ground; partly protected from direct rain by canopies; average precipitations ~ 900-1000 mm/year, average temperature 13-15 deg C, elevations 100 m (340 feet), sub-Mediterranean phytogeographical region.
Substratum: Dead Fraxinus ornus branch.
Place: West island Krk, west of village Brzac, Kvarner bay, Adriatic Sea, Croatia EC.
Comment: Parmotrema perlatum is a common lichen on island Krk. It prefers branches of Quercus sp. trees; however, the specimen photographed was found on Fraxinus ornus branches and twigs. It is a sensitive species to pollution hence it is much rarer in populated regions of industrialized countries and already regionally extinct in some parts of Europe. Its lobes are thin, very wavy, with abundant soralia and scarce black cilia at the margins. Underside is black with simple rhizines in the center and tan-colored and bare at margins. Apothecia are generally considered very rare; however, this was not the case for this observation. The species has been traditionally used for medical purposes in India as a diuretic and headache relief. It has proven sedative and antibiotic effects (Ref.5). Many specimens have been observed at the place of this observation. Pictures show the lichen in moist state (except picture 1. in dry state).
Ref.:
(1) F.S. Dobson, Lichens, The Richmonds Publishing Ca.LTD (2005), p 310.
(2) V. Wirth, Die Flechten Baden-Württembergs, Teil.2., Ulmer (1995), p 678.
(3) dryades.units.it/italic/index.php?procedure=taxonpage&... (accessed May 19. 2018)
(4) C.W.Smith, et all, The lichens of Great Britain and Ireland,The British Lichen Society,(2009), p 662.
(5) I.M. Brodo, S.D. Sharnoff, S.Sharnoff, Lichens of North America, Yale Uni. Press (2001), p 493.
British postcard in the Picturegoer Series, London, no. 113. Co-published by A. Butterworth, Johannesburg.
Marion Davies (1897-1961) was one of the great comedic actresses of the silent era. She starred in nearly four dozen films between 1917 and 1937.
Marion Davies was born Marion Cecelia Douras in the borough of Brooklyn, New York in 1897. She had been bitten by the show biz bug early as she watched her sisters perform in local stage productions. She wanted to do the same. As Marion got older, she tried out for various school plays and did fairly well. Once her formal education had ended, Marion began her career as a chorus girl in New York City, first in the Pony Follies and eventually in the famous Ziegfeld Follies. Her stage name came when she and her family passed the Davies Insurance Building. One of her sisters called out "Davies!!! That shall be my stage name," and the whole family took on that name. Marion wanted more than to dance. Acting, to her, was the epitome of show business and she aimed her sights in that direction. She had met newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst and went to live with him at his San Simeon castle. They stayed together for over 30 years, while Hearst’s wife Millicent resided in New York. Millicent would not grant him a divorce so that he could marry Davies. San Simeon is a spectacular and elaborate mansion, which now stands as a California landmark. At San Simeon, the couple threw elaborate parties, which were frequented by all of the top names in Hollywood and other celebrities including the mayor of New York City, President Calvin Coolidge and Charles Lindbergh. When she was 20, Marion made her first film, Runaway Romany (George W. Lederer, 1917). Written by Marion and directed by her brother-in-law, the film wasn't exactly a box-office smash, but for Marion, it was a start and a stepping stone to bigger things. The following year Marion starred in The Burden of Proof (John G. Adolfi, Julius Steger, 1918) and Cecilia of the Pink Roses (Julius Steger, 1918). Hearst backed the latter film. Because of Hearst's newspaper empire, Marion would be promoted as no actress before her. She appeared in numerous films over the next few years, including the superior comedy Getting Mary Married (Allan Dwan, 1919) with Norman Kerry, the suspenseful The Cinema Murder (George D. Baker, 1919) and the drama The Restless Sex (Leon D'Usseau, Robert Z. Leonard, 1920) with Carlyle Blackwell.
In 1922, Marion Davies appeared as Mary Tudor in the historical romantic epic, When Knighthood Was in Flower (Robert G. Vignola, 1922). It was a film into which Hearst poured millions of dollars as a showcase for her. Although Marion didn't normally appear in period pieces, she turned in a wonderful performance and the film became a box office hit. Marion remained busy, one of the staples in movie houses around the country. At the end of the twenties, it was obvious that sound films were about to replace silent films. Marion was nervous because she had a stutter when she became excited and worried she wouldn't make a successful transition to the new medium, but she was a true professional who had no problem with the change. Time after time, film after film, Marion turned in masterful performances. Her best films were the comedies The Patsy (1928) also with Marie Dressler, and Show People (1929) with William Haines, both directed by King Vidor. In 1930, two of her better films were Not So Dumb (King Vidor, 1930) and The Florodora Girl (Harry Beaumont, 1930), with Lawrence Grant. By the early 1930s, Marion had lost her box office appeal and the downward slide began. Hearst tried to push MGM executives to hire Marion for the role of Elizabeth Barrett in The Barretts of Wimpole Street (Sidney Franklin, 1934). Louis B. Mayer had other ideas and hired producer Irving Thalberg's wife Norma Shearer instead. Hearst reacted by pulling his newspaper support for MGM without much impact. By the late 1930s Hearst was suffering financial reversals and it was Marion who bailed him out by selling off $1 million of her jewelry. Hearst's financial problems also spelt the end of her career. Although she had made the transition to sound, other stars fared better and her roles became fewer and further between. In 1937, a 40-year-old Marion filmed her last movie, Ever Since Eve (Lloyd Bacon, 1937) with Robert Montgomery. Out of films and with the intense pressures of her relationship with Hearst, Marion turned more and more to alcohol. Despite those problems, Marion was a very sharp and savvy businesswoman. When Hearst lay dying in 1951 at age 88, Davies was given a sedative by his lawyer. When she awoke several hours later, she discovered that Hearst had passed away and that his associates had removed his body as well as all his belongings and any trace that he had lived there with her. His family had a big formal funeral for him in San Francisco, from which she was banned. Later, Marion married for the first time at the age of 54, to Horace Brown. The union would last until she died of cancer in 1961 in Los Angeles, California. She was 64 years old. Upon Marion’s niece Patricia Van Cleve Lake's death, it was revealed she had been the love child of Davies and Hearst. The love affair of Marion Davies and William Randolph Hearst was mirrored in the films Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941), RKO 281 (Benjamin Ross, 1999), and The Cat's Meow (Peter Bogdanovich, 2001). In Citizen Kane (1941), the title character's second wife (played by Dorothy Comingore—an untalented singer whom he tries to promote—was widely assumed to be based on Davies. But many commentators, including Citizen Kane writer/director Orson Welles himself, have defended Davies' record as a gifted actress, to whom Hearst's patronage did more harm than good.
Sources: Denny Jackson (IMDb), Wikipedia and IMDb.
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These are 50 of the 157 drugs I self-administered whilst writing The Drug Users Bible, selected at random from the photographs in this account.
Nothing's really been happening lately since I found my tomb. That's a weird thing to say... Finding your own tomb.
Doorbell rang. I opened the door. Some lady and a bodyguard stands at my doorstep.
"Who are you?"
"It's not important who I am, but who you are, Ryan. Or should I say Orion."
"I asked a question. And I think with that remark, I deserve an answer."
"Amanda Waller."
"In that case, whatever you want, I ain't doing."
"Oh, yes you are, whether you like it or not. Take him down and put him in the back seat."
The guard runs up my stairs and wraps his arm around my neck. You know, for a small guy, he's got quite a grip. With one arm he held onto me and with the other he got out a sedative and shoved it in my neck. After that everything went black.
I woke up in the backseat of a car. My vision was misty, but I could barely make out what a sign said that we went by. A.R.G.U.S.
The car comes to a screeching halt. The door on my side opens. I'm grabbed by the shirt and thrown out onto the ground.
I get up and look at the building in front of me. It was a large building with windows all around and soldiers marching around it.
"Welcome to the A.R.G.U.S. main facility. Follow me. I've got some people I want you to meet." Amanda Waller states as she turns around and walks into the building.
I follow her.
"Why am I here?"
She doesn't answer.
We get to an elevator and Waller presses a button and the doors open. We step in and she clicks a button that says basement.
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open.
I here a gun shot as I begin walking out of the elevator.
"Cease fire, Harley."
"I was just trying to scare him a bit. Party-pooper." A girl in a red and black outfit says as she walks back towards to men.
"Orion..."
"I prefer Ryan."
"Ryan, this is your new team."
"Merlyn the archer, at your service." A man in all black says.
"Harley Quinn." The girl in black and red says.
"Captain Boomerang, the marksman. Welcome to the team." A man in blue and black says.
"I never, agreed to a team. I never even agreed to coming here. Wait, why am I even here, I thought this team was criminal only. Ya, I do my research."
"Ryan Hunter, excellent hunter. Wanted by Mexico, Russia, and Japan for theft of priceless artifacts. You're also wanted in some states in America for the same reason."
"But I've never killed and those artifacts are too precious to just be stared at."
"You never killed in this life."
"I was a royal hunter, those were for contracts."
"Sounds like a former member of the team. So you in or not?"
"Not. If I ever decide to use my past life's name or powers, I'll use them for good. Not evil."
I walk towards the elevator and press the button to open the doors.
"If you ever change your mind, you know who to call."
I don't answer her. The doors shut and the elevator begins going up.
You know, if there's one thing that Waller taught me is that this country needs more heroes to deal with all the evil.
Just as Jackie was completely losing it, Tim snuck up behind in and stuck him with something. I thought Jackie was immune to sedatives? Apparently not all of them. One Tim shot him up with....whatever it was, Jackie's screaming stopped and he fell over. I walked up and saw him ball into a fetal position. He wasn't screaming anymore, but I could hear faint whimpers in between heavy breathing. His hair was drenched in his own sweat, and he was shivering. I could hardly look at him without wanting to cry a bit myself. What's wrong with him?...
"W-what did you just hit him up with?"
"I dunno. I just carry it around in case something like this happens."
"You don't trust him?..."
"Of course I do. Bruce, though..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, whatever he gave me it could probably kill a normal guy.Bruce told me only to use it on Jackie if...well, this happened?"
"What do you think' is wrong with him? That was horrible.... did you see the look on his face?"
"Did I want to?"
"God, no."
"Whatever his problem is, it's gotta be why he's been acting so weird lately. let's get him home quick before the GCPD finds him."
"Jackie..."
A cure for the scratches and cuts accumulated on your travels this Marsh Woundwort (Stachys palustris) is growing beside the River Sow as it flows through Doxey Marshes, a Staffordshire Wildlife reserve close to Stafford in Staffordshire.
Medicinally, this plant was used as a dressing to heals cuts and scratches and was thought to have sedative properties when ingested.
We pulled up to an island about five hours later at the coast of Australia. I asked where a police station was, to take this drug lord to prison. They said a hospital was a more appropriate place due to the two gaping holes in her shoulders. I neglected to mention I shot her with arrows. When we got to the hospital I made sure she was strapped in and was given enough sedatives to stay under during her recovery. They tended to my broken ribs and as soon as I could I got on a flight to Star City to see how my company did over the last seven years. The first thing most people would have done when they got back to America would be to take a shower, not me. I went to a casino. I saw Albert, another key investor in Chien’s drug ring, sitting at the black jack table. I asked about him and the dealer told me he comes here every Tuesday. After I had my fun gambling I went home and decided to create a disguise. I started with my beard, it would be too obvious with my pictures on the news due to my return if a vigilante showed up with the same looks. So I gave myself a classic looking mustache and sharpened my beard to look like an arrow. My sight wasn't as good at night as I would like it to be. So I got my dads’ old hunting glasses, the clear specialty glass helped my dad see on hunting trips. I died the glasses green to make things stand out better. I got my uniform from the island and used that to disguise myself.
Wetenschappelijk: Primula veris
Scientific name: Primula veris
English: Cowslip (Cowslip primrose)
Français: Primevère officinale
Deutsch: Wiesen-Schlüsselblume
Gulden sleutelbloem
Rode Lijst: Kwetsbaar. Beschermd!
Primula veris L.
Familie Primulaceae.
Diagnostische kenmerken
Bladsteel aan de onderzijde zeer kort behaard. Kelk wijd klokvormig, met eironde of driehoekige, stompe tot kort toegespitste tanden. Zoom van de bloemkroon klokvormig verdiept, 0,75-1,5 cm breed, dooier geel, meestal met 5 oranjegele vlekken aan de keel.
Hoogte bloeiende plant
0,15-0,30 m.
Bloeitijd
April-juni, soms weer in de herfst.
Levensvorm
Hemikryptofyt.
Standplaats
Op vochtige, meestal kalkrijke grond in graslanden en loofbossen, in uiterwaarden en aan rivierdijken.
Zeldzaamheid en verspreiding
Zeldzaam in het Zuidlimburg district, zeer zeldzaam in het Fluviatiel district, het Kempens district en het Renodunaal district.
Ook in cultuur als tuinplant en dan soms met rode bloemen.
Many of the Primrose tribe possess active medicinal properties. Besides the Cowslip and the Primrose, this family includes the little Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis), as truly a herald of warm summer weather as the Primrose is of spring, the Yellow Loosestrife and the Moneywort (Lysimachia vulgaris and Nummularia), the handsome Water Violet (Hottonia) and the nodding Cyclamen or Sowbread, all of which have medicinal value to a greater or lesser degree. Less important British members of the group are the Chaffweed (Centunculus minimus), one of the smallest among British plants, the Chickweed Wintergreen (Trientalis), the Sea Milk-wort (Glaux maritima), which has succulent salty leaves and has been used as a pickle, and the Common Brookweed or Water Pimpernel (Samolus).
The botanical name of the order, Primulaceae, is based on that of the genus Primula, to which belong not only those favourite spring flowers of the country-side, the Primrose, Cowslip, and their less common relative the Oxlip, but also the delicately-tinted greenhouse species that are such welcome pot plants for our rooms in mid-winter.
Linnaeus considered the Primrose, Cowslip and Oxlip to be but varieties of one species, but in this opinion later botanists have not followed him, though in all essential points they are identical.
Description---Quite early in the spring, the Cowslip begins to produce its leaves. At first, each is just two tight coils, rolled backwards and lying side by side; these slowly unroll and a leaf similar to that of a Primrose, but shorter and rounder, appears. All the leaves lie nearly flat on the ground in a rosette, from the centre of which rises a long stalk, crowned by the flowers, which spring all from one point, in separate little stalks, and thus form an 'umbel.' The number of the flowers in an umbel varies very much in different specimens.
We quote the following from Familiar Wild Flowers:
'It is a curious fact that the inflorescence of the Primrose is as truly umbellate as that of the Cowslip, though in the former case it can only be detected by carefully tracing the flower stems to their base, when all will be found to spring from one common point. In some varieties of the Primrose the umbel is raised on a stalk, as in the Cowslip. This form is sometimes called Oxlip; it is by some writers raised to the dignity of an independent position as a true and distinct species. . . . Primrose roots may at times be met with bearing both forms, one or more stalked umbels together with a number of the ordinary type of flower.'
The sepals of the flowers are united to form pale green crinkled bags, from which the corolla projects, showing a golden disk about inch across with scalloped edges, the petals being united into a narrow tube within the calyx. On the yellow disk are five red spots, one on each petal.
'In their gold coats spots you see,
These be rubies fairy favours
In those freckles lie their savours.'
The Midsummer Night's Dream refers to the old belief that the flower held a magic value for the complexion.
The origin of Cowslip is obscure: it has been suggested that it is a corruption of 'Cow's Leek,' leek being derived from the Anglo-Saxon word leac, meaning a plant (comp. Houseleek).
In old Herbals we find the plant called Herb Peter and Key Flower, the pendent flowers suggesting a bunch of keys, the emblem of St. Peter, the idea having descended from old pagan times, for in Norse mythology the flower was dedicated to Frcya, the Key Virgin, and was thought to admit to her treasure palace. In northern Europe the idea of dedication to the goddess was transferred with the change of religion, and it became dedicated to the Virgin Mary, so we find it called 'Our Lady's Keys' and 'Key of Heaven,' and 'Keyflower' remains still the most usual name.
The flowers have a very distinctive and fresh fragrance and somewhat narcotic juices, which have given rise to their use in making the fermented liquor called Cowslip Wine, which had formerly a great and deserved reputation and is still largely drunk in country parts, being much produced in the Midlands. It is made from the 'peeps,' i.e. the yellow petal rings, in the following way: A gallon of 'peeps' with 4 lb. of lump sugar and the rind of 3 lemons is added to a gallon of cold spring water. A cup of fresh yeast is then included and the liquor stirred every day for a week. It is then put into a barrel with the juice of the lemons and left to 'work.' When 'quiet,' it is corked down for eight or nine months and finally bottled. The wine should be perfectly clear and of a pale yellow colour and has almost the value of a liqueur. In certain children's ailments, Cowslip Wine, given in small doses as a medicine, is particularly beneficial.
Young Cowslip leaves were at one time eaten in country salads and mixed with other herbs to stuff meat, whilst the flowers were made into a delicate conserve. Cowslip salad from the petals, with white sugar, is said to make an excellent and refreshing dish.
Part Used Medicinally---The yellow corolla is alone needed, no stalk or green part whatever is required, only the yellow part, plucked out of the green calyx.
Constituents
The roots and the flowers have somewhat of the odour of Anise, due to their containing some volatile oil identical with Mannite. Their acrid principle is Saponin.
Medicinal Action and Uses
Sedative, antispasmodic.
In olden days, Cowslip flowers were ingreat request for homely remedies, their special value Iying in strengthening the nerves and the brain, and relieving restlessness and insomnia. The Cowslip was held good 'to ease paines in the head and is accounted next with Betony, the best for that purpose.'
In earlier times, the Cowslip was considered beneficial in all paralytic ailments, being, as we have seen, often called Palsy Wort or Herba paralysis. The root was also called in old Herbals Radix arthritica, from its use as a cure for muscular rheumatisrm.
The old writers give a long list of ills that may be remedied by application of the roots or leaves of the plant; the juice of the flowers 'takes off spots and wrinkles from the face and other vices of the skin,' the water of the flowers being 'very proper medicine for weakly people.'
The analysis of the sausage had come back, it had been laced with some pretty heavy duty sedatives, enough to knock out a rancor for a fortnight. With this knowledge, the boss decided it would be better if Stormy and Barbara went to stay in a safe house until the mystery trooper was found. They were sent home to pack some essentials. Nev was back and had taken Bert to his. Stormy had no idea what would be waiting for them at their hiding place so thought it best to take some things to help pass the time. Barbara was not quite sure this is what the boss had meant by essentials only!
Papaver somniferum, the Opium poppy, is the species of plant from which opium and poppy seeds are derived. Opium is the source of many narcotics, including morphine (and its derivative heroin), thebaine, codeine, papaverine, and noscapine. The Latin botanical name means the "sleep-bringing poppy", referring to the sedative properties of some of these opiates.
It is also valuable for ornamental purposes, and has been known as the "common garden poppy", referencing all the group of poppy plants.
Poppy seeds of Papaver somniferum are an important food item and the source of poppyseed oil, a healthy edible oil that has many uses.
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¿Si las redes sociales encarnan la huella del objeto actual, es el actual desencanto el desencanto de las redes sociales?
Un paisaje iconográfico como una reunión de ex-compañeros en presente continuo. ¿Qué le cuento a aquel que no conozco? ¿Qué comparto? ¿Para qué?
¿Pasa el reciclaje del encanto por la necesidad de no dejar huella o de dejar una otra huella aunque no sea la de nuestros zapatos?
Entre la inmediatez y el vértigo, el hastío y la redundancia, ¿ocupan tal vez las redes sociales una grieta de identidades que claman por ser, por ser algo, aunque más no sea una efemérides preocupantemente menos vacía? ¿Es la escandalosa carencia de memoria y de pasado una huída hacia el futuro? ¿Qué futuro? ¿El de los eventos que un software nos recuerda cada vez que iniciamos sesión, sin criterio ni jerarquías, en este club de amigos sin DNI ni ADN?
Nuestra ansia por la sonrisa y desesperación por el masaje ¿son una terapia de todo-a-cien, una ilusión fellinesca que se empeña en clamar por el megáfono: sí, tú también puedes ser protagonista?
¿Pueden nuestros reclamos reinvindicarse con la política del “Me gusta”? ¿Hasta dónde es válido lo que se valida?
¿Es la ilusión democratizadora del poder del ratón, o del mouse ya que estamos, un plato apetitoso en las fauces de los omnipresentes ingenieros de márketing?
¿Qué hay detrás, sobre, entre el ejercicio narcisista de publicar, publicar lo que sea? ¿Es el medio una alternativa?
Tomárselo con calma, como si fuera una bebida espirituosa, un sedante o una caja de Pandora que pide ser reencantada para seguir con el juego.
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If social networks embody the trace of the current object, is the current disenchantment the disenchantment of social networks?
An iconographic landscape as an ex-classmate meet-up in present continuous. What do I tell those I don’t know? What do I share? What for?
Does the recycling of enchantment go through the need to not leave a trace or to leave some other trace even if it’s not that of our own shoes?
Between immediacy and vertigo, weariness and redundancy, do social networks perhaps fill a crack of identities claiming to be, to be something, even if it’s just an ephemeris worryingly less empty? Is the scandalous lack of memory and past an escape towards the future? What future? That of the events some software reminds us of each time we log in, without criteria or hierarchies, in this club of friends without ID or DNA?
Our craving for the smile and despair for massage, are they a dollar-store therapy, a fellinian illusion that insists in claiming on the megaphone: yes, you can also play the leading role?
Can our demands be claimed with the “I like” policy? To what extent what’s validated is valid?
The democratizing illusion of the power of the mouse, is it a mouthwatering dish on the jaws of the ubiquitous marketing engineers?
What’s behind, on, within the narcissist exercise to publish, publish whatever? Are the means an alternative?
Take it slowly, as if it was a spirituous drink, a sedative or a Pandora’s box asking to be reenchanted to keep up with the game.
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Les réseaux sociaux assimilent leurs acteurs, mais le désenchantement social engendre-t-il pour autant le désenchantement des réseaux sociaux ?
Tel des paysages iconographiques d’ex-camarades de classes qui se retrouvent désormais non-stop. Qu’y dire à ceux qu’on ne connait pas ? Qu’y partager ? Qu’y faire ?
Recycler l’enchantement passe-t-il par la nécessité de ne pas laisser de trace, ou de laisser d’autres traces qui ne seraient pas celles de nos propres pas ?
Entre l’immédiateté et le vertige, entre la fatigue et la redondance, les réseaux sociaux ne viennent-ils pas colmater les fissures d’identités auto-proclamées singulières, quand ce ne sont que d’affligeantes éphémérides moins vide ?
L’absence scandaleuse de mémoire et de passé est-elle une fuite en avant vers le futur ? Et quel futur ? Est-ce celui jalonné des événements que des logiciels nous annoncent à chaque login, sans critère ni hiérarchie, au sein de ces club d’amis sans identité ni ADN ?
Notre désir insatiable de sourire et notre besoin désespéré de message, sont-ils des thérapies de dollar-stores ? Une illusion felliniènne beuglant dans un mégaphone: “Oui, vous pouvez vous aussi jouer les premiers rôles ?”
Comment revendiquer une politique du “moi aussi” ? Ce qui est valable est-il vrai ? L’illusion démocratique du pouvoir de la souris, souris que nous sommes, n’est-elle qu’un plat savoureux dans la gueule des ingénieurs omnipotents du marketing ?
Que se cache-t-il derrière, ou sur, ou sous cet exercice narcissique de la publication ? En quoi cette médiatisation est-elle alternative ?
Pour peu que vous désiriez vous émerveiller de rester dans le jeu, allez-y tout doux ; comme d’un spiritueux, d’un sédatif ou d’une boîte de Pandore.
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ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL:
The Orange blossom is the fragrant flower of the Citrus sinensis. It is used in perfume making, has been written about as an aphrodisiac(?) and is the state flower of Florida.
It is traditionally associated with good fortune and has been popular in bridal bouquets and head wreaths for weddings.
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Its origin is uncertain: from China or from India, others will say, from Asia Minor.
Its fragrant and sweet smell and its white petals have been appreciated since ancient times and the craze for this flower spread to Arabia . From then on, it followed the expansion of the Arab empire and spread throughout the Mediterranean and Spain .
The rest of Europe did not discover it until the 11th century, when it was introduced in Sicily then in Provence by the Crusaders .
It is included in the list of products supplied by apothecaries of the eighteenth century.
Leaves and precious flowers are recognised as sedatives, as are the different essential oils extracted from them.
The essential oil of flowers (or essence of neroli ) is known to be both tonic, sedative and antidepressant.
However, the most widespread use remains in perfumery and cosmetics.
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All natural pure Jasmine Oil Absolute ~ Perfume ~ Aromatherapy Essential Oils ~ No Additives, Alcohol, Fillers or Chemicals ~ Pure and Organic
* Use as a natural perfume.
* Add a few drops to moisturizing creams daily for face and body.
* Add a few drops to pure bottled water and use as a daily facial toner and astringent.
* Use a few drops in bath water for a luxurious beauty treatment.
* Excellent for meditation and massage therapy ~ calming and soothing.
* NOTE ~ For External Use Only.
Beneficial for cleansing and refreshing dry, sensitive skin. Useful for all skin types. Keeps skin looking clean and fresh. Rich in natural polyphenols ~ for youthful radiance and beautiful skin. Protects skin from cell damage, increases circulation promoting healthy radiant skin. Nourishes the skin and helps it to retain moisture. It has natural antibacterial, antiseptic, and astringent properties. Jasmine will cleanse the skin of impurities. It also will help to balance oily, sensitive skin, and nourish dry skin.
Jasmine is particularly effective as a sedative, anti-depressant, and aphrodisiac. When the active ingredients are picked up by the olfactory nerves, and trigger a reaction with brain waves, they sooth the nerves, balance emotions, and encourage confidence and a positive outlook. As an aromatic, jasmine essential oil will restore positive energy.
Jasmine is unique among most aromatherapy oils. The evocative and divine nature of jasmine delivers tangible benefits in aromatherapy, cosmetic and aesthetic applications. Soothing and balancing a fragrance every woman loves . It is an aroma and beauty secret that has endured for the centuries and will never go out of style. Each bottle has been selected for notes of both medium and light fragrance, mixed and bottled by the designer. This is an affordable luxury that I take pride in bringing to my customers to enjoy in Health Love and Beauty.
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Also available in Rose, Jasmine/Rose and Lily of the Valley
This makes an excellent gift for any occasion. Extremely popular for Brides and Bridesmaids gifts.
Verbascum Densiflorum, the Denseflower Mullein or Dense-flowered Mullein in August (dziewanna wielkokwiatowa, jedna z ludowych nazw dziewanny to warkocze Matki Boskiej - Divine Mother’s braid). One of the largest of the herbaceous wild plants found in the Notecka Forest is associated with freshwater habitat. The mullein flowers as a traditional herbal medicinal product are used in combination with other drugs. They can be used for the relief of sore throat symptoms associated with dry cough and colds. The flowers and leaves are anodyne, antibacterial, antiseptic, antiviral, astringent, demulcent, emollient, expectorant, and vulnerary. The herb is often gathered wild and can also be farmed. Cultivation in pots is recommended.
is humorous but an issue - my cat has been sighted jumping 3 feet straight up in pursuit of the hummingbirds feasting for the fall flight mind she exhibits similar behaviors on winter chickadee when the plant is dormant -- is evident the cat is held captive by the plant [ LOL] wondering if is healthy however i so dislike her carnivorous rantings on the hummers... suffer the plant the cat. or the birds.
Catnip and Valerian both act as sedatives on humans. {i can agree with that factoid - best advise for a hormonal wretched friend is a cup of Valerian laced blueberry tea }
Family: Labiatæ
Genus: Nepeta
Nepeta Cataria, a wild English plant belonging to the large family Labiatæ, of which the Mints and Deadnettles are also members, is generally distributed throughout the central and the southern counties of England, in hedgerows, borders of fields, and on dry banks and waste ground. The flower blooms from July to September.
The plant has an aromatic, characteristic odour, which bears a certain resemblance to that of both Mint and Pennyroyal (Pennyroyal: also known as Pudding Grass). It is owing to this scent that it has a strange fascination for cats, who will destroy any plant of it that may be bruised.
There is an old saying about this plant:
If you set it, the cats will eat it.
If you sow it, the cats don’t know it.
And it seems to be a fact that plants transplanted are always destroyed by cats unless protected, but they never meddle with the plants raised from seed, being only attracted to it when it is in a withering state or when the peculiar scent of the plant is excited by being bruised in gathering or transplanting.
This commonly grown plant exudes the chemical Nepetalactone, a very effective insect repellent but one which induces almost compulsive addictive behaviour in some adult cats, although kittens seem almost unmoved by it.
Rolling in Nepeta is usually harmless but if the cat persistently goes-on-a-trip under its influence, the area may have to be wired off while the plant is in flower or, in extreme cases, it may be necessary to forgo growing this particular plant.
Cat toys containing small amount of Catnep (Catnep: also known as Catnip) do not induce such extravagant behaviour, and they are especially enjoyed by many cats during the winter, particularly those that live indoors.
Nepeta cataria is the common catnip; other Nepeta species have varying amounts of "active ingredient". A good one is Nepeta mussini, a miniature-leaved catnip that makes a good rockgarden plant. There are about 250 species of catnip, plus a bunch of hybrids between species. Only a small percentage are available commercially.
Valerian root a herb with effects very similar to catnip and generally makes cats a bit nuts. It is however not as readily available as catnip and perhaps a bit more potent than catnip.
Mexican Poppy Argemone mexicana
Use in Hispanic cultures includes as a sedative and analgesic tea, including for use to help alleviate migraine headaches. The seeds are taken as a laxative.
Soo tired... I've been back and forth to the hospital a couple of times over the past few days. I went in on Thursday, to give blood samples and go through the procedure details (talking about risks etc - it probably should have scared me but honestly just having the facts has calmed me) - I had to sign my permission for various aspects of the treatment. Then yesterday, I went in to have my PEG (stomach feeding tube) fitted, which I'll need after the op for at least a month - or around 6 months, if I'm having radiotherapy. The procedure was a bit unpleasant but quick and they gave me a sedative that meant that I was aware during the endoscopy but it is all rather vague and surreal feeling today.
I'd been planning on coming home afterwards but the nurse said they really like people who've had a PEG fitted to stay as you often get uncomfy overnight and they can obviously alleviate it much easier if you're already in hospital, rather than going then coming back at 3am!! I was quite sore and and still am a bit - just because they had to cut through the muscle so moving is a little painful, getting better steadily. Anyway, it was good to stay in as I met many of the staff who'll be looking after me in the coming weeks and saw where I'll be living too, which means it will be less overwhelming later.
I came home this morning to sort some things out at home but tomorrow, I have to go back again - as they keep you overnight to allow for a very early start on the operation on Monday (which will then last ALL day!). My aunt and two friends from university also visited and kept me company for a while. One of my university friends also took Pippin the hamster away to stay with her, while I'm recovering - a weight off my mind, knowing he's gone to a nice "foster" home :) Barney's a bit stressed by everything that is going on - he knows something isn't right with me - hopefully he'll calm down once I've gone. I go in tomorrow evening so I've got most of the day to get my things together... and eat a nice meal. Or two.
It's all a bit scary of course but I just want to get on with things now and then start on the recovery process! The sooner the operation is over, the sooner I'll know the size of the hurdles to be overcome. I trust the people looking after me and trust myself to cope with whatever is thrown at me. Everyone I've spoken to seems lovely and very supportive - I'm sure I'll be in good hands :) I'll be in my own bedroom the first week but by the 2nd week I'll be moved to a room with a few other people in it. Apparently they aim to get me starting to eat solids by the time I leave and I should be starting to talk too. I've been told to take things slow, not make too difficult targets for myself and not to worry if I don't achieve the targets I do make because there's always the next day! I am hopeful that, as I'm young and have a massive will to get better, things will improve relatively fast.
Anyways, before I'm off for a while I just want to say thank you to everyone here on Flickr. Thanks to everyone who left kind, thoughtful comments (both about my health and about my granddad passing away). Thanks also if you me a private message and apologies if your email has gone unanswered... I did read every message and was planning on replying but with granddad passing away and an unexpected overnight stay in hospital, just haven't managed it. I do hope everyone understands. I will be back as soon as I can be :)
It was a long road back from Bangladesh. By the time the sedatives wore off, I was handcuffed to a primitive toilet in a back house of a small village gang hideout . It took me a week to regain the days leading up to my kidnapping. I remember answering a craigslist ad for a sigma 24mm f1.8 lens and meeting them at a remote location, only to find myself in the back of a trunk and watching my mini speed off with a guy who looked oddly like me. The only difference between him and I seemed to be his long shaggy hair.
I'll spare you the details, but traveling internationally without a passport and money has its' challenges. It's amazing the kind of street cred you can garner from a single game of russian roulette style poker with an Algerian drug lord. On the last leg of the trip, I had 3 weeks while stowed away in a cargo container on a ship headed to Guatemala to think about how I was to exact my revenge on this long haired conman who slipped himself into my life as my clone.
Again, concealing the details for obvious reasons, I'm going to enjoy disposing of this impostor. I am back, people. And I have much catching up to do. Out of all of this, I can't believe he picked up my 365 as if it were his own. This guy was committed to the long (haired) con.
A graviola (Annona muricata) é uma planta originária das Antilhas, onde se encontra em estado silvestre.
Nos Andes do Peru, a folha é tradicionalmente usada como chá no tratamento de catarro excessivo. As sementes tem ação anti parasitaria, as raízes e as folhas eram utilizadas para diabetes; no Brasil, tornou-se subespontânea na Amazônia. Prefere climas úmidos e baixa altitude.
A gravioleira é uma árvore de pequeno porte (atinge de 4 a 6 metros de altura) e encontrada em quase todas as florestas tropicais, com folhas verdes brilhantes e flores amareladas, grandes e isoladas, que nascem no tronco e nos ramos. Os frutos têm forma ovalada, casca verde-pálida, são grandes, chegando a pesar entre 750 gramas a 8 quilogramas e dando o ano todo.
Contém muitas espinhas, vermelhas, envolvidas por uma polpa branca, de sabor agridoce, muito delicado e considerados por muitos que o comeram semelhante ao fruto abóbora (ou jerimum, no nordeste do Brasil). Estão a realizar-se estudos para saber se a graviola cura ou não o cancro (ou câncer, em português do Brasil).
O óleo de graviola oferece muitas propriedades na qual inclui bactericida, adstringentes, hipotensor e sedativo para citar alguns. Seus usos tradicionais são para tratar a asma, calafrios, febre, conduto, pressão alta, insônia, nervosismo, reumatismo e doenças de pele. Usá-lo em cremes, loções e bálsamos para aliviar a coceira de pele seca e para eczema e sintomas de psoríase. A semente tem alto valor de magnésio e potássio em relação a polpa da fruta.
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Soursop fruit (Annona muricata) is a plant native to the Antilles, where it is found in the wild.
In the Peruvian Andes, leaf is traditionally used as a tea in the treatment of excessive phlegm. The seeds have antiparasitic action, roots and leaves were used for diabetes; in Brazil, became subspontaneous in the Amazon. Prefers humid climates and low altitude.
The soursop is a small tree (reaches 4 to 6 meters high) and found in almost all tropical forests, with bright green leaves and yellowish flowers, large and isolated, that are born in the trunk and in the branches. The fruits are oval shaped, pale green bark, are large, reaching between 750 grams to 8 kilograms and giving the whole year.
It contains many red spines, surrounded by a white pulp, bittersweet in taste, very delicate and considered by many who ate it similar to the pumpkin fruit (or jerimum, in northeastern Brazil). Studies are being carried out to determine whether or not graviola cures cancer (or cancer, in Brazilian Portuguese).
Graviola oil offers many properties in which it includes bactericidal, astringent, hypotensive and sedative to name a few. Its traditional uses are to treat asthma, chills, fever, flue, high blood pressure, insomnia, nervousness, rheumatism and skin diseases. Use it on creams, lotions and balms to relieve itchy dry skin and for eczema and psoriasis symptoms. The seed has a high value of magnesium and potassium in relation to fruit pulp.
This is Gromit, somewhere on I-80 between NJ and Utah. I did most of the driving, but a few times found myself in the passenger seat. Gromit was impeccably behaved on the road trip, and spent about half his day looking over the seat like this, watching where we were going. He's just too damned cute sometimes!
My closest friends got the email updates on almost a nightly basis. I have copied and pasted those messages, in their entirety, below. Yes, we hate Nebraska so much we'd rather live in the "dirty" part of Hackensack, which we also drove through.
of Brake Retarders and roadkill... August 25
Greetings from the hellhole known as West Middlesex, Pennsylvania. Pennsyltucky indeed.
The trip has had a few weird bumps, including no hot water where we stayed last night, roadkill somewhere in the Wilds of Pennsylvania (that's what the sign read) which resembled a monkey of some sort (maybe it was el chupacabra or some sort of marsupial, we're really not sure what it was), and my Aunt had emergency surgery this morning so I didn't get to see her at all. But the dogs are doing well and having fun tearing around at night in new places, the cat is the most pleasant she's ever been thanks to the sedatives (I might put her on them permanently) and gas has been cheap, under $3.50 a gallon everywhere I've stopped. Tomorrow it's off to Iowa to stay with Patrick's dad, which I am looking forward to. The driving isn't as bad as I thought, either, according to my GPS the mileage is a lot less than I thought it would be.
There are signs out here that say BRAKE RETARDER USE PROHIBITED which scared me because I wasn't sure if I had them or not.
According to Google, I do not.
Ring of Fire, errant Camels, and Hackensack NJ August 27
Hi all. Just two more days of driving until I'm in my new place in Oregon! We spent last night with Patrick's dad, Moe, and step mom, Videlle. Wallace crapped on the basement floor, otherwise the evening was very nice!
This morning while picking up breakfast sandwiches at McDonald's we pulled up to the first window to pay and Gromit was in the backseat, standing up, looking out my window, and the woman at the window yells, "What the hell is THAT!" and I look and it's just Gromit, so I say, "Oh, that's my dog," and she yells, "I nearly pissed my pants! He scared the shit out of me! Look at him! That's some freaky shit!" and proceeds to yell expletives until I finally waved and smiled and drove on to the next window. I suppose if you're 40 and working at McDonald's in Coralville, IA, you aren't afraid to lose your job for swearing in front of customers. We should have said he was a baby gorilla we were delivering to the Omaha Zoo.
After hours, and hours, and hours of Nebraska, Frank and I have declared it a desolate piece of crap and we'd rather live in Hackensack.
However, somewhere on Route 80, 200 miles ago, I was yelling, "Holy shit! It's a CAMEL!" and Frank didn't see the camel because he was too busy looking at the GIRAFFE sticking its head out of the barn. People are weird here in Nebraska.
But that's not my favorite part of Nebraska yet.
Listening to their local NPR affiliate today we heard the best bit of news, ever: The state fair has begun and already a ride has been shut down. The Ring of Fire ride was electrocuting riders all this past weekend before it was closed to the public. The fact that the ride is named Ring of Fire had Frank and I crying.
We STILL aren't out of Nebraska, we have another 100 miles or so before we hit Wyoming. Tomorrow we pass through Wyoming (please tell me it's nicer than Nebraska, somebody), and then through part of Utah, and into Idaho.
I hope everyone is well! I am off to the local Chinese Buffet 200 feet across the parking lot for my dose of Norwalk virus and local color.
lucky cat poo, monkey pox, and my last update from the road August 28
First of all, we survived the Chinese food in Sidney without incident. We also finally made it out of Nebraska, arguably the worst state in the nation to drive through. I don't ever want to go to Nebraska again. Ever. Wyoming was much lovelier, particularly as we drove further west.
We were making excellent time and even considering driving further today than planned. I got some gas somewhere in central Wyoming, and figured it would take us most of the way to Idaho. We had found a Sonic (finally!) on our route, and had just 35 miles to go before we could have corn dogs and limeades for lunch.
As we were leaving the parking lot I heard a horrible noise, and I thought Wallace puked. So I laughed, and said, "we'll rescue him at Sonic," and pulled back onto 80. Within seconds we knew it was the wrong decision and had to put the windows down. It was the worst puke we'd ever smelled. Thankfully, just a mile ahead, was a rest stop.
We pulled in so I could tend to barf-boy in the backseat. Frank took Gromit and Wallace for a walk, and I determined it hadn't been Wallace at all, it had to be my disgusting drugged-out cat.
I took her carrier to a picnic table, let her out, and sure enough, there in the kennel, was poo. So I scooped her up and threw her in the car. Do I add here that I got cat crap on my hand while doing so? Life is truly awesome sometimes. So I clean my hands, clean the cat carrier, and start loading up the car again when I notice...
my rear passenger tire is flat.
It had to have gone flat between the gas station and the rest stop, and miraculously the cat poo got us off the road before it totally blew out or trashed my rim. It could have even gone flat while I was dealing with the carrier, but the point is that I had a flat tire. Two dogs. A cat. A mound full of prairie dogs watching me. Prarie dogs who just want to bite you and give you rabies and monkey pox, despite their cute little faces and big black glossy eyes. I was not amused.
I had to tie the dogs to a lamp post, unload the trunk (which was no easy feat), change the tire, repack the old tire and the junk and the dogs, and get to a tire shop.Thank you, Garmin GPS, for finding me a tire shop just 35 miles up 80 (in the right direction even!) that had my size in stock! I was so frustrated repacking the trunk that I left a tool kit of mine on the picnic table at the rest stop, for the next person. Hell with it.
50 mph to the tire place.
Dogs running around the car loose while the two back tires were replaced.
My personal belongings piled up on the floor of a garage.
$267.01 later I at least had two new tires and we still managed to have Sonic for lunch.
As much as I loved Wyoming, that extra 3 hours killed the magic! Crossing into Utah was beautiful, and after today I have been on the highest points of Route 80 east and west of the Mississippi.
I am in Burley, Idaho right now, watching a rerun of Barack's speech tonight, which we couldn't hear because we lost any radio coverage, aside from very offensive Christian radio, Christian rock, and Christian talk stations somewhere 50 miles ago.
Yes, I am looking forward to Portland, and no the driving hasn't been awful. At least we've had our humor about us! Thank you all for the messages. I will be in touch soon, just not tomorrow.
A graviola (Annona muricata) é uma planta originária das Antilhas, onde se encontra em estado silvestre.
Nos Andes do Peru, a folha é tradicionalmente usada como chá no tratamento de catarro excessivo. As sementes tem ação anti parasitaria, as raízes e as folhas eram utilizadas para diabetes; no Brasil, tornou-se subespontânea na Amazônia. Prefere climas úmidos e baixa altitude.
A gravioleira é uma árvore de pequeno porte (atinge de 4 a 6 metros de altura) e encontrada em quase todas as florestas tropicais, com folhas verdes brilhantes e flores amareladas, grandes e isoladas, que nascem no tronco e nos ramos. Os frutos têm forma ovalada, casca verde-pálida, são grandes, chegando a pesar entre 750 gramas a 8 quilogramas e dando o ano todo.
Contém muitas espinhas, vermelhas, envolvidas por uma polpa branca, de sabor agridoce, muito delicado e considerados por muitos que o comeram semelhante ao fruto abóbora (ou jerimum, no nordeste do Brasil). Estão a realizar-se estudos para saber se a graviola cura ou não o cancro (ou câncer, em português do Brasil).
O óleo de graviola oferece muitas propriedades na qual inclui bactericida, adstringentes, hipotensor e sedativo para citar alguns. Seus usos tradicionais são para tratar a asma, calafrios, febre, conduto, pressão alta, insônia, nervosismo, reumatismo e doenças de pele. Usá-lo em cremes, loções e bálsamos para aliviar a coceira de pele seca e para eczema e sintomas de psoríase. A semente tem alto valor de magnésio e potássio em relação a polpa da fruta.
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Soursop fruit (Annona muricata) is a plant native to the Antilles, where it is found in the wild.
In the Peruvian Andes, leaf is traditionally used as a tea in the treatment of excessive phlegm. The seeds have antiparasitic action, roots and leaves were used for diabetes; in Brazil, became subspontaneous in the Amazon. Prefers humid climates and low altitude.
The soursop is a small tree (reaches 4 to 6 meters high) and found in almost all tropical forests, with bright green leaves and yellowish flowers, large and isolated, that are born in the trunk and in the branches. The fruits are oval shaped, pale green bark, are large, reaching between 750 grams to 8 kilograms and giving the whole year.
It contains many red spines, surrounded by a white pulp, bittersweet in taste, very delicate and considered by many who ate it similar to the pumpkin fruit (or jerimum, in northeastern Brazil). Studies are being carried out to determine whether or not graviola cures cancer (or cancer, in Brazilian Portuguese).
Graviola oil offers many properties in which it includes bactericidal, astringent, hypotensive and sedative to name a few. Its traditional uses are to treat asthma, chills, fever, flue, high blood pressure, insomnia, nervousness, rheumatism and skin diseases. Use it on creams, lotions and balms to relieve itchy dry skin and for eczema and psoriasis symptoms. The seed has a high value of magnesium and potassium in relation to fruit pulp.
Illustration from a mailing card for a Galup abdominal sedative. Artist, Juan Romeu. From Graphis Annual 69/70. Spain. Blogged at Aqua-Velvet.
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¿Si las redes sociales encarnan la huella del objeto actual, es el actual desencanto el desencanto de las redes sociales?
Un paisaje iconográfico como una reunión de ex-compañeros en presente continuo. ¿Qué le cuento a aquel que no conozco? ¿Qué comparto? ¿Para qué?
¿Pasa el reciclaje del encanto por la necesidad de no dejar huella o de dejar una otra huella aunque no sea la de nuestros zapatos?
Entre la inmediatez y el vértigo, el hastío y la redundancia, ¿ocupan tal vez las redes sociales una grieta de identidades que claman por ser, por ser algo, aunque más no sea una efemérides preocupantemente menos vacía? ¿Es la escandalosa carencia de memoria y de pasado una huída hacia el futuro? ¿Qué futuro? ¿El de los eventos que un software nos recuerda cada vez que iniciamos sesión, sin criterio ni jerarquías, en este club de amigos sin DNI ni ADN?
Nuestra ansia por la sonrisa y desesperación por el masaje ¿son una terapia de todo-a-cien, una ilusión fellinesca que se empeña en clamar por el megáfono: sí, tú también puedes ser protagonista?
¿Pueden nuestros reclamos reinvindicarse con la política del “Me gusta”? ¿Hasta dónde es válido lo que se valida?
¿Es la ilusión democratizadora del poder del ratón, o del mouse ya que estamos, un plato apetitoso en las fauces de los omnipresentes ingenieros de márketing?
¿Qué hay detrás, sobre, entre el ejercicio narcisista de publicar, publicar lo que sea? ¿Es el medio una alternativa?
Tomárselo con calma, como si fuera una bebida espirituosa, un sedante o una caja de Pandora que pide ser reencantada para seguir con el juego.
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If social networks embody the trace of the current object, is the current disenchantment the disenchantment of social networks?
An iconographic landscape as an ex-classmate meet-up in present continuous. What do I tell those I don’t know? What do I share? What for?
Does the recycling of enchantment go through the need to not leave a trace or to leave some other trace even if it’s not that of our own shoes?
Between immediacy and vertigo, weariness and redundancy, do social networks perhaps fill a crack of identities claiming to be, to be something, even if it’s just an ephemeris worryingly less empty? Is the scandalous lack of memory and past an escape towards the future? What future? That of the events some software reminds us of each time we log in, without criteria or hierarchies, in this club of friends without ID or DNA?
Our craving for the smile and despair for massage, are they a dollar-store therapy, a fellinian illusion that insists in claiming on the megaphone: yes, you can also play the leading role?Can our demands be claimed with the “I like” policy? To what extent what’s validated is valid?The democratizing illusion of the power of the mouse, is it a mouthwatering dish on the jaws of the ubiquitous marketing engineers?
What’s behind, on, within the narcissist exercise to publish, publish whatever? Are the means an alternative?
Take it slowly, as if it was a spirituous drink, a sedative or a Pandora’s box asking to be reenchanted to keep up with the game.
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Les réseaux sociaux assimilent leurs acteurs, mais le désenchantement social engendre-t-il pour autant le désenchantement des réseaux sociaux ?
Tel des paysages iconographiques d’ex-camarades de classes qui se retrouvent désormais non-stop. Qu’y dire à ceux qu’on ne connait pas ? Qu’y partager ? Qu’y faire ?
Recycler l’enchantement passe-t-il par la nécessité de ne pas laisser de trace, ou de laisser d’autres traces qui ne seraient pas celles de nos propres pas ?
Entre l’immédiateté et le vertige, entre la fatigue et la redondance, les réseaux sociaux ne viennent-ils pas colmater les fissures d’identités auto-proclamées singulières, quand ce ne sont que d’affligeantes éphémérides moins vide ?
L’absence scandaleuse de mémoire et de passé est-elle une fuite en avant vers le futur ? Et quel futur ? Est-ce celui jalonné des événements que des logiciels nous annoncent à chaque login, sans critère ni hiérarchie, au sein de ces club d’amis sans identité ni ADN ?
Notre désir insatiable de sourire et notre besoin désespéré de message, sont-ils des thérapies de dollar-stores ? Une illusion felliniènne beuglant dans un mégaphone: “Oui, vous pouvez vous aussi jouer les premiers rôles ?
”Comment revendiquer une politique du “moi aussi” ? Ce qui est valable est-il vrai ? L’illusion démocratique du pouvoir de la souris, souris que nous sommes, n’est-elle qu’un plat savoureux dans la gueule des ingénieurs omnipotents du marketing ?
Que se cache-t-il derrière, ou sur, ou sous cet exercice narcissique de la publication ? En quoi cette médiatisation est-elle alternative ?
Pour peu que vous désiriez vous émerveiller de rester dans le jeu, allez-y tout doux ; comme d’un spiritueux, d’un sédatif ou d’une boîte de Pandore.
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edit(ing), direct(ing) & complements
art direct(ing) & design(ing)
colacao & late-assistance
biotranslat(ing) & looking glass
(h)original music
(h)original video
front cover(ing) nino: manuel diumenjó
in-between outer demons & encoded: ezook
open(ing) identities: leonie polah
in-between nets: miguel ruibal
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Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2011.
..Our unobedient two fingers start rocking with western music.
..Our lascivious eyes scan the truthful hips of Shakira...
...While Tagore's song start having sedative effect on our rusted souls.
The enormous task of instilling the spirit of Bangla inside these mislead hearts is still unfinished.
সবাইকে ১৪১৮ বাংলা নববর্ষের শুভেচ্ছা!
‘Wolverton’ home built 1903 on the Semaphore Esplanade – LeFevre Community Hospital from 1950.
This converted home, extended in size, has served the community since 1906.
Percy Woolls, who built the hospital’s building as a home he called ‘Wolverton., had suffered tragedy when his wife of six months, “Taddie” (Francis Mary Annie) Paqualin, died, aged 19, in 1897 at Semaphore.
Woolls bought the sandhills site on the Esplanade, Semaphore, for “Wolverton” in 1903 and had the house built but only lived in it for three months before returning to Sydney.
Nursing sister Margaret Nisbett paid half of the original cost as the only bidder for it in an auction in 1906. She converted it into Wolverton Rest Home hospital. Eighteen years later, another nurse, Sister E. Parks, took over and converted it into the Wolverton Private Hospital.
In 1949, the western suburbs community lost the hospital’s 11-bed maternity section due to a staff shortage.
Semaphore member of parliament Harold Tapping was involved in discussions about the community buying the hospital for £20,000. Tapping led a deputation to health minister Lyell McEwin that successfully gained the government’s agreement to cover half the cost. The hospital’s community committee quickly raised the other £10,000, with large Port Adelaide companies such as ICI and Adelaide Cement Company contributing.
LeFevre Community Hospital was born.
Community control from 1950 of the LeFevre hospital and its maternity wing came with complaints that “these same people who helped buy this hospital have to pay between £10-£12 per week for a bed, plus the usual hospital charges for the theatre and sedatives etc, then on top of that the doctor's bill. Twenty-five to thirty guineas is the average hospital charge for two weeks. Admission to the hospital is limited to those who are patients of one of a group of local doctors.”
The LeFevre community hospital board pressed on to solve the staff problem and secured a seven-roomed stone house at Derby Street, Semaphore, for use as nurses’ quarters.
Following a medical incident in 1989 the hospital was placed in liquidation, then sold and closed in 1995. It now serves as a residential care centre.
Ref: ADELAIDE AZ
Le thalidomide est un médicament utilisé durant les années 1950 et 1960 comme sédatif et anti-nauséeux, notamment chez les femmes enceintes. Or, on découvrit qu'il provoquait de graves malformations congénitales.
ENGLISH :
If Alison Lapper was born thus, it is because her mother absorbed during the first three months of her pregnancy, a drug called thalidomide.
Thalidomide is a drug used in the 1950s and 1960s as a sedative and anti-nausea, especially in pregnant women. However, it was discovered that it caused severe birth defects.
"Oenothera is a genus of about 125 species of annual, biennial and perennial herbaceous flowering plants, native to North and South America. It is the type genus of the family Onagraceae. Common names include evening-primrose, suncups, and sundrops.
The species vary in size from small alpine plants 10 cm tall (e.g. O. acaulis from Chile), to vigorous lowland species growing to 3 m (e.g. O. stubbei from Mexico). The leaves form a basal rosette at ground level and spiral up to the flowering stems; the leaves are dentate or deeply lobed (pinnatifid). The flowers open in the evening, hence the name "evening-primrose", and are yellow in most species but white, purple, pink or red in a few. Most native California species are white. Th e fragrant evening-primrose Oenothera caespitosa, a California species, first blooms white but turns pink or light magenta.
Evening-primrose was originally assigned to the genus Onagra, which gave the family Onagraceae its name. Onagra (meaning "(food of) onager") was first used in botany in 1587, and in English in Philip Miller's 1754 Gardeners Dictionary: Abridged. Its modern name Oenothera was published by Carolus Linnaeus in his Systema Naturae. William Baird suggests that since oeno means "wine" in Greek it refers to the fact that the root of the edible Oenothera biennis was used as a wine flavor additive.
Cultivation and uses
Young roots can be eaten like a vegetable (with a peppery flavor), or the shoots can be eaten as a salad. The whole plant was used to prepare an infusion with astringent and sedative properties. It was considered to be effective in healing asthmatic coughs, gastro-intestinal disorders, whooping cough and as a sedative pain-killer. Poultices containing O. biennis were at one time used to ease bruises and speed wound healing. One of the common names for Oenothera, "Kings cureall", reflects the wide range of healing powers ascribed to this plant, although it should be noted that its efficacy for these purposes has not been demonstrated in clinical trials.
The mature seeds contain approximately 7-10% gamma-linolenic acid, a rare essential fatty acid. The oil also contains around 70% linoleic acid[9. The O. biennis seed oil is used to reduce the pains of premenstrual stress syndrome. Gamma-linolenic acid also shows promise against breast cancer.
Evening-primroses are very popular ornamental plants in gardens. For propagation, the seeds can be sown in situ from late spring to early summer. The plant will grow successfully in fertile soils if competing species are kept at bay. Evening-primrose species can be planted in any ordinary, dry, well-drained garden soil (preferably sandy loam) in an open site that is sunny to partly shady. They are fairly drought-resistant.
The first plants to arrive in Europe reached Padua from Virginia in 1614 and were descr ibed by the English botanist John Goodyer in 1621. Some species are now also naturalized in parts of Europe and Asia, and can be grown as far north as 65° N in Finland. The UK National Council for the Conservation of Plants and Gardens, based at Wisley, maintains an Oenothera collection as part of its National Collections scheme. " wikipedia.org
Though I have much better photos of red Baneberry berries, I need to add one that was actually taken at the Dover's home, to add to their album. These berries may have been damaged by the torrential rain and hail that we experienced for two days very recently. Other clusters of berries I saw that day were in even worse shape. When the berries are green to start off with, you never know if they will turn bright red or white. We also saw white berries on some of the plants on this visit.
"All parts of the plant are poisonous. However, accidental poisoning is not likely since the berries are extremely bitter. The berries are the most toxic part of the plant. A healthy adult will experience poisoning from as few as six berries. Ingestion of the berries causes nausea, dizziness, increased pulse and severe gastrointestinal discomfort. The toxins can also have an immediate sedative effect on the cardiac muscle tissue possibly leading to cardiac arrest if introduced into the bloodstream. As few as two berries may be fatal to a child. All parts of the plant contain an irritant oil that is most concentrated within the roots and berries." From Wikipedia.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actaea_rubra
On 7 August 2015, four of us were extremely fortunate to have the chance to visit the home and highly varied topographic 62-acre property belonging to Frances and David Dover. We felt honoured and privileged to meet and spend time with Frances and David, and also their daughter Carolyn and her husband Clair. A delightful family who welcomed us so warmly into their home and land.
This acreage of grassland, forest, rolling hills - and special gardens - is not far from Millarville, SW of Calgary. In fact, it's in an area that I often drive through when I only have time for, or only feel like doing, a short drive. Amazing what little gems exist out there.
This is not just a beautiful property, but is very special for various reasons. For one thing, read any history of Alberta and you will find the Dover family, including David's mother, Mary Dover. Second, among the trees and open "lawns", there are Peony flower beds, containing 100-150 heritage Peonies, each one different, that have now multiplied to more than 300 plants. Unfortunately, they bloomed a couple of weeks early this year, and all the flowers had gone to seed. Another open area had a different kind of ground cover - Thyme, which smelled wonderful. If I remember correctly, this was the open space where the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra performed on one occasion!
There are two large ponds on the property and another smaller area of water that they hope to turn into a Japanese Garden. There is a total of seven wetland basins, including these. It was while walking around the Japanese Garden that a large brown 'shape' could just be seen through the dense trees - a handsome Moose buck. I will look properly at the four or so photos I just managed to get and will slip one of them into my photostream sometime soon, just for the record, definitely not for the photo quality : ) This was also where a Great Horned Owl was seen flying through the trees by some of us (not me, ha!).
There are grassy paths winding through the acreage, up and down hill, that take David seven hours to mow. They are not pristine, velvety paths, but instead, they seem to take nothing away from the wildness of the whole area. One of the animals that have passed through is the Cougar. In fact, several years ago, I saw a video taken on a nearby (or adjacent?) property, where a 'kill' and night-time camera had been set up and a total of six different Cougar individuals were seen!
Even the Dover's home is unique and beautiful. It is completely built of concrete (and glass) - floors, walls, ceilings, roof, deck, and so on. A Hummingbird feeder and regular bird feeders, set up on the patio, attract a variety of birds. We sat on the patio after our walk to eat our packed lunches - and to enjoy a delicious Orange Pound Cake that Frances had made for us, along with refreshing Iced Tea - thank you so much for this, Frances! Yesterday, while I was waiting for one of three tiny Calliope Hummingbirds to come back, I was lucky enough to see a little Mountain Chickadee, along with many Pine Siskins. We could also hear a Red-tailed Hawk in the area. Saw a total of 22 bird species.
There is just so much I could write about this visit and family. Instead, or for now, I will add several links to more information on the Internet. This was a memorable day for us. Thank you so much, Frances and David, Carolyn and Clair, for being so kind and welcoming us into your home and gardens.
books.google.ca/books?id=Tr36Tq_gadcC&pg=PA290&lp...
www.westernwheel.com/article/20110727/WHE06/307279983/-1/...
David's mother, Mary Dover (her father was A. E. Cross), was "a dynamic and distinguished Calgarian, particularly known for her work with the military during World War II." As well as being an army officer, and an alderman, she was also a preservationist. See the following link.
www.albertachampions.org/champions-mary_dover.htm#.VcY1KP...
ww2.glenbow.org/search/archivesMainResults.aspx?XC=/searc...
glencoe.org/documents/10184/637479/The-History-of-Elbow-P... page 44-45
www.meisterdrucke.us/fine-art-prints/Panacre-Bessa/118605...
Mandrake: Mandragora officinarum
(Mandrake: Mandragora officinarum, pub. 1836. )
Panacre Bessa (1772-1846)
“In 1889, the active chemical in the mandrake plant was isolated and identified as mandragorine, later confirmed as a mix of alkaloids. The alkaloids are a family of potent chemicals, still widely used in pharmaceuticals and responsible for the hallucinogenic and sedative (and toxic) effects of many other plants, including deadly nightshade. Once chemists could create these substances in the laboratory, they no longer needed to identify plants or prepare drugs from source, and plant lore became redundant. Stripped of the enchanting imagery and mythology found in herbals, references to the mandrake in 19th-century pharmacopoeias were sadly diminished. The mandrake may have become just another botanical specimen, but its mystic past still holds an intoxicating allure.”
A graviola (Annona muricata) é uma planta originária das Antilhas, onde se encontra em estado silvestre.
Nos Andes do Peru, a folha é tradicionalmente usada como chá no tratamento de catarro excessivo. As sementes tem ação anti parasitaria, as raízes e as folhas eram utilizadas para diabetes; no Brasil, tornou-se subespontânea na Amazônia. Prefere climas úmidos e baixa altitude.
A gravioleira é uma árvore de pequeno porte (atinge de 4 a 6 metros de altura) e encontrada em quase todas as florestas tropicais, com folhas verdes brilhantes e flores amareladas, grandes e isoladas, que nascem no tronco e nos ramos. Os frutos têm forma ovalada, casca verde-pálida, são grandes, chegando a pesar entre 750 gramas a 8 quilogramas e dando o ano todo.
Contém muitas espinhas, vermelhas, envolvidas por uma polpa branca, de sabor agridoce, muito delicado e considerados por muitos que o comeram semelhante ao fruto abóbora (ou jerimum, no nordeste do Brasil). Estão a realizar-se estudos para saber se a graviola cura ou não o cancro (ou câncer, em português do Brasil).
O óleo de graviola oferece muitas propriedades na qual inclui bactericida, adstringentes, hipotensor e sedativo para citar alguns. Seus usos tradicionais são para tratar a asma, calafrios, febre, conduto, pressão alta, insônia, nervosismo, reumatismo e doenças de pele. Usá-lo em cremes, loções e bálsamos para aliviar a coceira de pele seca e para eczema e sintomas de psoríase. A semente tem alto valor de magnésio e potássio em relação a polpa da fruta.
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Soursop fruit (Annona muricata) is a plant native to the Antilles, where it is found in the wild.
In the Peruvian Andes, leaf is traditionally used as a tea in the treatment of excessive phlegm. The seeds have antiparasitic action, roots and leaves were used for diabetes; in Brazil, became subspontaneous in the Amazon. Prefers humid climates and low altitude.
The soursop is a small tree (reaches 4 to 6 meters high) and found in almost all tropical forests, with bright green leaves and yellowish flowers, large and isolated, that are born in the trunk and in the branches. The fruits are oval shaped, pale green bark, are large, reaching between 750 grams to 8 kilograms and giving the whole year.
It contains many red spines, surrounded by a white pulp, bittersweet in taste, very delicate and considered by many who ate it similar to the pumpkin fruit (or jerimum, in northeastern Brazil). Studies are being carried out to determine whether or not graviola cures cancer (or cancer, in Brazilian Portuguese).
Graviola oil offers many properties in which it includes bactericidal, astringent, hypotensive and sedative to name a few. Its traditional uses are to treat asthma, chills, fever, flue, high blood pressure, insomnia, nervousness, rheumatism and skin diseases. Use it on creams, lotions and balms to relieve itchy dry skin and for eczema and psoriasis symptoms. The seed has a high value of magnesium and potassium in relation to fruit pulp.
British postcard by Film Weekly. Photo: M.G.M. Marion Davies and J. Farrell MacDonald in the Pre-Code movie Peg O'My Heart (Robert Z. Leonard, MGM 1933). Marion Davies stars as a poor Irish girl who stands to inherit a fortune if she satisfies certain conditions. She is taken away from her father (MacDonald) and brought to the posh estate of her late grandfather. Within three years she has to learn to become a lady.
Plot by Tony Fontana on IMDB: "Peg (Davies) and her father Pat (MacDonald) live a simple life in an Irish fishing village. One day Sir Gerald (Onslow Stevens) arrives at the village to tell Pat that Peg is heir to estate of her grandfather, who hated Pat. The upshot of the will is that she must go to England for 3 years to learn to be a lady and that Pat can never see her again. Pat does not tell Peg about his part of the will and sends her to live with Mrs. Chichester (Irene Browne) for her education. Peg soon finds that Alaric (Tyrell Davis) needs to marry her, but she wants Gerald who is engaged to Ethyl Chichester (Juliette Compton) who wants Brent (Alan Mowbray) whose wife (Doris Loyd) will not divorce him."
The film was based on the eponymous play by J. Hartley Manners. Director Robert Z. Leonard, a renown director from the the silent era, was uncredited. According to IMDB, the film was a solid success and Davies' partner William Randolph Hearst's favorite film with her. She earned an Oscar nomination for her performance, he stated. The original play opened in New York on 20 December 1912 at the Cort Theater starring Laurette Taylor as Peg and ran for 603 performances. There was an early silent version of the play produced by Famous Players-Lasky Corp. in 1919, but it was never released theatrically because of legal disputes with the author, J. Hartley Manners. It was directed by William C. de Mille and starred Olga Printzlau. The title song, written already in 1913 for the stage version, was an evergreen, which also became the opening theme for the British mini series The Singing Detective (1986). Marion Davies herself sang the song Sweetheart, Darlin' in the 1933 film. Her real life stutter was incorporated in the film's character she played.
Marion Davies (1897-1961) was one of the great comedic actresses of the silent era. She starred in nearly four dozen films between 1917 and 1937.
Marion Davies was born Marion Cecelia Douras in the borough of Brooklyn, New York in 1897. She had been bitten by the show biz bug early as she watched her sisters perform in local stage productions. She wanted to do the same. As Marion got older, she tried out for various school plays and did fairly well. Once her formal education had ended, Marion began her career as a chorus girl in New York City, first in the Pony Follies and eventually in the famous Ziegfeld Follies. Her stage name came when she and her family passed the Davies Insurance Building. One of her sisters called out "Davies!!! That shall be my stage name," and the whole family took on that name. Marion wanted more than to dance. Acting, to her, was the epitome of show business and she aimed her sights in that direction. She met newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst and went to live with him at his San Simeon castle. They stayed together for over 30 years, while Hearst’s wife Millicent resided in New York. Millicent would not grant him a divorce so that he could marry Davies. San Simeon is a spectacular and elaborate mansion, which now stands as a California landmark. At San Simeon, the couple threw elaborate parties, which were frequented by all of the top names in Hollywood and other celebrities including the mayor of New York City, President Calvin Coolidge and Charles Lindbergh.
When she was 20, Marion made her first film, Runaway Romany (George W. Lederer, 1917). Written by Marion and directed by her brother-in-law, the film wasn't exactly a box-office smash, but for Marion, it was a start and a stepping stone to bigger things. The following year Marion starred in The Burden of Proof (John G. Adolfi, Julius Steger, 1918) and Cecilia of the Pink Roses (Julius Steger, 1918). The latter film was backed by newspaper magnate, William Randolph Hearst, with whom Marion would continue a long-term romantic relationship for the next 30 years. Because of Hearst's newspaper empire, Marion would be promoted as no actress before her. She appeared in numerous films over the next few years, including the superior comedy Getting Mary Married (Allan Dwan, 1919) with Norman Kerry, the suspenseful The Cinema Murder (George D. Baker, 1919) and the drama The Restless Sex (Leon D'Usseau, Robert Z. Leonard, 1920) with Carlyle Blackwell.
In 1922, Marion Davies appeared as Mary Tudor in the historical romantic epic, When Knighthood Was in Flower (Robert G. Vignola, 1922). It was a film into which Hearst poured millions of dollars as a showcase for her. Although Marion didn't normally appear in period pieces, she turned in a wonderful performance and the film became a box office hit. Marion remained busy, one of the staples in movie houses around the country. Despite the dramas, Davies proved to be much better as a first class comedienne. Her best films were indeed the comedies The Patsy (1928) also with Marie Dressler, and Show People (1929) with William Haines, both directed by King Vidor, and successfully re-staged in recent years at international festivals such as Le Giornate del Cinema Muto and Cinema Ritrovato.
At the end of the twenties, it was obvious that sound films were about to replace the silent films. Marion was nervous because she had a stutter, so she became excited and worried she wouldn't make a successful transition to the new medium. In the end, she was a true professional who had no problem with the change and some films even integrated her stutter, such as Peg O'My Heart (Robert Z. Leonard, 1933). In 1930, two of her better films were Not So Dumb (King Vidor, 1930) and The Florodora Girl (Harry Beaumont, 1930), with Lawrence Gray. By the early 1930s, Marion started to lose her box office appeal and a downward slide began. Hearst tried to push MGM executives to hire Marion for the role of Elizabeth Barrett in The Barretts of Wimpole Street (Sidney Franklin, 1934). Louis B. Mayer had other ideas and hired producer Irving Thalberg's wife Norma Shearer instead. Hearst reacted by pulling his newspaper support for MGM without much impact. By the late 1930s Hearst was suffering financial reversals and it was Marion who bailed him out by selling off $1 million of her jewelry. Hearst's financial problems also spelled the end to her career. Although she had made the transition to sound, other stars fared better and her roles became fewer and further between. In 1937, a 40 year old Marion filmed her last movie, Ever Since Eve (Lloyd Bacon, 1937) with Robert Montgomery. Out of films and with the intense pressures of her relationship with Hearst, Marion turned more and more to alcohol. Despite those problems, Marion was a very sharp and savvy business woman. When Hearst lay dying in 1951 at age 88, Davies was given a sedative by his lawyer. When she awoke several hours later, she discovered that Hearst had passed away and that his associates had removed his body as well as all his belongings and any trace that he had lived there with her. His family had a big formal funeral for him in San Francisco, from which she was banned. Later, Marion married for the first time at the age of 54, to Horace Brown. The union would last until she died of cancer in 1961 in Los Angeles, California. She was 64 years old. Upon Marion’s niece Patricia Van Cleve Lake's death, it was revealed she had been the love child of Davies and Hearst. The love affair of Marion Davies and William Randolph Hearst was mirrored in the films Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941), RKO 281 (Benjamin Ross, 1999), and The Cat's Meow (Peter Bogdanovich, 2001). In Citizen Kane (1941), the title character's second wife (played by Dorothy Comingore—an untalented singer whom he tries to promote—was widely assumed to be based on Davies. But many commentators, including Citizen Kane writer/director Orson Welles himself, have defended Davies' record as a gifted actress, to whom Hearst's patronage did more harm than good.
Sources: Denny Jackson (IMDb), Wikipedia and IMDb.
O animal está sedado, apesar de ser ainda filhote e ter paralisia das patas traseiras, quando desperto é bastante agressivo.
Ele está sob guarda do IBAMA após ter sido apreendido em um criadouro clandestino
A baby "jaguatirica" captured by the Federal Authorities (IBAMA) in an ilegal Zoo. It's under sedatives because even being a baby with severe palsy, it's very agressive.
EOS 30D/EF 28-105 USM
ISO 1600, natural light.
Folkloric
· In the Philippines, a decoction of the inner bark or fresh cambium and leaves is used to treat diarrhea.
· Acute bacillary dysentery, enteritis, diarrhea: use 15 to 30 gms dried material in decoction.
· Also for colds, sore throat, headache.
· A decoction of the inner bark or fresh cambium and leaves is used to treat diarrhea.
· Anaphylactic dermatitis, eczema, skin pruritus: use decoction of fresh material and apply as external wash.
· Latex used as gum arabic for gluing.
· Seeds chewed for sore throat; inner bark decoction and fresh leaves used for colds and diarrhea.
· In Pakistan infusion of leaves used as laxative. Decoction of inner bark used for diarrhea, colds, and intestinal ailments.
· In Jamaica leaf infusion used for treating blood pressure.
· In Tropical Africa seeds are chewed for treating gum and throat inflammations.
· In Venezuela rain tree is a traditional remedy for colds, diarrhea, headache, intestinal ailments and stomach ache.
· Root decoction used in hot baths for stomach cancer.
· In the West Indies, the leaf infusion is used as a laxative and seeds chewed for sore throat.
· The alcoholic extract of leaves used for tuberculosis.
· In Columbia, the fruit decoction is used as a sedative
source: stuart xchange.
I was bicycling past Bridgepoint Active Healthcare, the recently opened hospital in my neighbourhood which specializes in the treatment of complex medical conditions. (See www.bridgepointhealth.ca/aboutus) It was previously known as Riverdale Hospital and specialized in chronic care. I had my camera with me and had an eye out for potential Strangers I might meet and get to know.
It was a very bright, sunny mid-July day and the sun was at its peak. This Stranger was sitting in a wheelchair with a name tag hanging from it, in front of the modern building which (interestingly enough) stands next to the Don Jail on one side and Riverdale Park on the other. Using the weather as my point of entry, I circled back, rode up to him, and said I hoped he wasn’t getting too much sun because my brother in Chicago had just emailed me that this day of the year carried a very high UV index and caution was advised regarding exposure. He thanked me for my concern but said he seems less vulnerable to sun exposure than most people but that he always exercises caution and knows when to go in. Something about his direct, assertive response told me that he was a confident man but not closed to social contact with a stranger.
Meet John. Our handshake was the beginning of a 45 minute conversation conducted in front of the hospital with John sitting in his wheelchair on the sidewalk and me sitting on my bicycle, standing at the curb. From sun exposure, we discussed the fire which had taken place in the early hours of the day in nearby Chinatown (a fruit and vegetable store was consumed but there were no deaths).
I asked John if this was his current address “for the time-being” and gestured to the looming, modern hospital building. He said “Yes, unfortunately, but I hope to be leaving in another week or two.” He went on to explain that he’d had a hip replacement operation from which he was recovering. One thing led to another and he explained that after a lifetime of good health (he is now 60) he has been beset by some unanticipated health challenges in the last couple of years. He has had some as yet unexplained episodes of “blanking out” for long enough to collapse and one such episode saw him fall on a downtown street a couple of weeks ago, landing on the streetcar tracks. Being a stubborn person (a quality I could tell he was proud of) he returned home, only to be in so much pain the next day that he had to call for an ambulance and go to his local hospital where he was quickly diagnosed with a fractured hip which would require surgery which turned out to involve a hip replacement. We reflected on Canada’s medical system which, although it is sometimes criticized for long wait periods etc., generally provides top-notch health care, the cost of which is covered through taxes. He told the story of having been given a sedative prior to surgery and asking “Who are you?” to a 70 year-old man who had briskly entered the room. “I’m Dr. W. I’m the one who’s going to fix you. Just relax and go to sleep.” John went on to tell me “I didn’t understand most of the words those doctors used but I sure understood that and it was exactly what I wanted to hear, going into surgery!” John later learned that Dr. W. is a world leader in hip replacement surgery. “I guess I lucked out.”
A couple of themes stood out from our interesting mid-day conversation. John made an observation that my wife and I have made on numerous occasions: That often people who have the most to complain about do the least complaining (and vice-versa). He cited as an example his roommate at the hospital who has spent half of his life in hospitals “due to having been dealt a bad hand of cards.” “But in the time we’ve been roommates here, do you think he’s complained? Not once. He’s friendly and optimistic every day and very pleasant company.”
The other main theme of our conversation was work. I learned that John has always been a salesman and has spent more than 30 years selling cars – mostly high-end cars including BMW, Mercedes Benz, and Acura. His doctor discouraged him from working for health reasons two years ago and he really misses it. “I just love selling.” He said he is a “people person” and is good at reading people – understanding their needs and what makes them tick. This made him a good salesman. He share his philosophy that if you understand a customer’s needs, give them the information they need, then back off and let them make their own decision, it’s far better than to push them into buying. His belief is that a customer who feels they’ve been dealt with respectfully may tell ten friends about their experience – but a customer who is unhappy with their consumer experience will tell a hundred. We shared a laugh over the irony that he was always provided with luxury cars as a “perk” of his employment but “I never really liked to drive all that much.”
We talked about cars and were interrupted a couple of times by other hospital patients asking him for a cigarette or a light. “My only vice” he said, pointing to his cigarettes. He responded to each request with friendly generosity. At one point another patient pointed to his cigarette and John said “Sure” and gave him one. He then said “See? That’s what I was talking about. That man’s had a stroke and hasn’t spoken a word since I came here. I don’t even know if he can understand English, but he’s always friendly and greets me with a smile and a nod.”
When John asked what I was doing in retirement I told him about my photography and he said I was lucky to have such an interest. “Too many people are bored in retirement and just watch tv.” I explained the 100 Strangers project and asked if he’d like to participate and he said he’d be glad to. As mentioned, the light was strong but I thought I would experiment with backlighting and he moved his wheelchair just under the overhang of the Admitting entrance where I broke out my home-made reflector, now covered with aluminium foil. I wasn’t pleased with the results and we moved further under the overhang and stopped using the reflector which was producing an overly-bright, harsh reflected light. Next was a problem with reflections on his glasses which I proceeded to coax him to remove for a few photos. These were the most successful photos but I will include examples of the others in the comment section below.
I thanked John for an enjoyable chat and explained I had to get home and prepare to attend a friend’s wedding. I offered to drop off a print for John as a thank you and he said “Well, you know where to find me – at least for the next week or so. I spend as much time outside as I can; partly so I can smoke but also because I hate hospitals.”
Thank you John for participating in 100 Strangers. You are now Stranger #107/200 in Round 2 of my project. I hope you recover quickly and that you get your wish of having your medical problems solved and being able to return to the sales floor where you belong.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers in our 100 Strangers-Group at www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
To browse Round 1 of my 100 Strangers project click here: www.flickr.com/photos/jeffcbowen/sets/72157633145986224/
Follow-up note: Since the hospital is a short distance from my home, I pass by fairly often and continued to keep in touch with John who was usually in his wheelchair in front of the building (avoiding as much as he could of the hospital experience). I gave him his photo on one occasion which he thanked me for without opening the envelope. Late last week I stopped seeing him and assumed he had been sent home. Today I spotted him again and stopped to inquire how his recovery was going. He told me he had talked his way out of the hospital and gone home but after a couple of days of great pain and trouble coping, had talked his way back into the hospital for some more rehab. "Man, if there's one thing I HATE it's having to admit I was wrong!" he said. I replied "Yeah, it's especially hard when it's the first time." He laughed. He thinks he will be fully ready to return home in one more week and said he has resumed his hobby of driving the head floor nurse crazy any way he can. I suggested he not overdo it in case he needs a hospital stay in the future. His reply: "Oh, there's lots of hospitals in this city." I wished him well and he said "Oh, I meant to tell you... I showed the photo to my mother and she said 'Who took this? They managed to make you look half intelligent.' We shared a laugh and he said "That's the nicest thing she's said to me in years. Thank you!" It appears the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Get well, John.
"kanton ke saaye mein phoolon ka ghar hai"
Rough Translation : "Flowers reside in the protective shadow of thorns"
A song from hindi film: Vallah Kya Baat Hai (1962) Music: Roshan Lyrics: Prem Dhawan Singer: Manna Dey
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English name: Mexican prickly poppy
Kingdom: Plantae
Division: Magnoliophyta
Class: Magnoliopsida
Order: Ranunculales
Family: Papaveraceae
Genus: Argemone
Species: A. mexicana
Common (Indian) names
Hindi: Shialkanta, Satyanashi
Gujrati: Darudi
Danarese: Balurakkisa, Datturi, Pirangi, datturi
Marathi: Daruri, Firangi-kote-pavola, dhotara.
Sanskrit: Brahmadandi, Pitopushpa, Srigalkanta, Svarnakshiri.
Malyalam: Ponnummattu, Kantankattiri
Tamil: Kutiyotti, Ponnummuttai
Telugu: Brahmadandicettu
Habitat: In India it is introducd and naturalised and occur as wasteland weed in almost every part of India. In many parts it is repoorted as crop weed also.
Related species: It is native of Tropcal America. The genus Argemone includes 12 species. Some major species are: A. alba Lestib. ( used medicinally in North America ), A. platyceras Link. & Otto., A. grandiflora Sweet.
Botany: It is a prickly, glabrous, branching herb with yellow juice and showy yellow flowers, The Sanskrit name svarnakshiri is given because of the yellow juice (Svarna - Gold; Kshiri - Juice ). The height of this plant varies between 0.3 to 0.12 meters, Leaves are thistlelike. Stem clasping, Oblong, sinuately pinnatifid, spinous and viens are white. Flowers are terminal, yellow and of 2.5–5.0 cm diameter. Fruits are capsule. Prickly and oblong ovoid. Seeds numerous, globose, netted and brownish black. Flowering time is all round the year in Indian conditions. The plants is toxic to animals and cattle avoid grazing this plant. Harmful allelopathic effects of Argemone mexicana on germination and seedling vigour of wheat, mustard, fenugreek, sorghum, fingermillet, tomato, cucumber etc. (important crops in India ) have been reported. The allelochemicals cinnamic and benzoic acid are identified as harmful chemicals responsible for inhibition of germination and seedling vigor.
Useful Parts: Roots, leaves, seeds and yellow juice.
Medicinal Properties and Uses: According to Ayurveda the plant is diuretic. purgative and destroys worms. It cures lepsory, skin-diseases, inflammations and bilious fevers. Roots are anthelmintic. Juice is used to cure ophthalmia and opacity of cornea. Seeds are purgative and sedative. Seeds resemble mustard seeds and in India it is used to adulterate mustard seed. Seed yield non edible toxic oil and causes lethal dropsy when used with mustard oil for cooking.
In Homoeopathic system of medicine, the drug prepared from this herb is used to treat the problem caused by tape-worm.
Popular Ayurvedic Formulations: Svarnakshiri churna and tail
Other uses: The plant is found suitable for the reclamation of alkaline soils.
Dried and powdered plants are recommended as green manure as it contain sufficient amount of Nitrogen, Phosphorus and Potassium.
Oilcake is used as manure.
Seed oil, popularly known as Satyanashi oil is used as an illuminant, lubricant, in soapmaking, and for protection from termites.
Chemical Constituents: The plant contains alkaloids as berberine, protopine, sarguinarine, optisine, chelerytherine etc. The seed oil contains myristic, palmitic, oleic, linoleic acids etc.
Resource Person:
Pankaj Oudhia
Society for Parthenium Management, (SOPAM)
28-A, College Road, Geeta Nagar
Raipur- 492001 India
Source: www.hort.purdue.edu/newcrop/CropFactSheets/argemone.html
it were really I lot that I haven't post a picture of one of my cats :)
I love them soo much, but in summer they are away in the fields all day, so I can't take much pictures of them, because I don't see them a lot :D
p.s I LOVE THIS PIC :D aggiunta al: 10 things luglio
(better on black :))
She's svalbard, really a cutie, the most adorable cat i've ever had, the only problem is that she looks everyday like she's on sedatives ahha. Very calm and friendly :D sometimes like a ceramic doll. But she doesn't love so much strangers.. :(
May have their interest in orchids first aroused by the bloom that Thai Airways service personnel give passengers to pin to their shirt or coat.
This sort is one of Thailand's most common flowers, the mundane purple or violet orchid, but its very beauty may serve as the visitor's introduction to the nearly boundless variety and beauty of Thai orchids.
The form of some orchids mimics the shape of bees, wasps, or even spiders to frighten off unsuitable potential pollinators. Defensive behaviours for orchids which cannot endure the unruly pollinating behaviour of bees include the production of bee-specific sedatives which anaesthetize invading bees, preserving the flower's pollen.
Others have developed the ability to move their blossoms, triggered by vibrations of undesirable pollinators, which scares the unacceptable insects off. Some orchids which cannot tolerate wasps as pollinators have evolved the ability to close their petals when they sense a wasp and emit the pheromone scent of a mating-receptive female. Female wasps are repelled and males attempt to mate with rather than pollinate the bloom.
She is hanging in front of my home, at the garden.
Thank you to love orchids:)
Today's FGR theme was "I am...", which was the perfect opportunity for me to finally respond to being tagged by lesamonster and Utahbeach (sorry for taking so long, folks!). Since I was tagged, I have to give 16 random facts about myself. Coincidentally, I was tagged on Facebook by my lovely wife for something similar a few days ago, only for that one I had to do 25 facts. So I figure hey, I might as well do put up all 25 here, eh?
1. I'm going to be a dad in less than a month (Due date = February 19)!
2. I'm left-handed...kinda. Things I do left-handed: write, draw, paint, play baseball, play football, hold a hockey stick, talk on the phone, wear a watch (I put it on my right arm). I also us my left foot to kick when I play soccer. Things I do right-handed: Play tennis, play golf, use a computer mouse, take pictures (is it possible to take pictures left-handed?). When I play basketball I dribble and shoot right-handed, but I do layups and hook shots left-handed.
3. When I was a kid I loved flying and wanted to be a pilot when I grew up, but then I met a friend whose dad was an airline pilot and he wasn't home a lot, so I decided I'd rather not be a pilot because I wanted to be home with my family every night.
4. When I was young, my hair was almost totally white. If the sun was behind me, it looked like I had this bright white halo above my head.
5. Video game systems I've owned: Atari 2600, NES, Game Boy, Super NES, Game Gear, PlayStation, Nintendo 64, Dreamcast, Game Boy Advance, Game Boy Advance SP, Gamecube, Xbox, Nintendo DS, Wii, PlayStation 3, Xbox 360.
6. My dad used to have a big beer stein filled with coins in his dresser that my sisters and I would sneak money out of. To this day I'm not sure if he ever knew we all did it. I also keep a big beer stein filled with coins on my computer desk and I put all my spare change in it.
7. At my heaviest, I weighed 215 lbs. That was a few years ago. For the last 10 months I've been going to the gym regularly and I'm down to about 190 lbs.
8. I was raised in a Christian and conservative household, and was quite religious and conservative until after I graduated college. Since 2000, I've slowly transitioned away from Christianity and conservatism, and now I'm agnostic and somewhat liberal (although my parents would say I'm very liberal). I still do, however, understand and respect many of the feelings, beliefs, and arguments from Christians and conservatives even if I don't share them.
9. My dad is a dentist and my mom is a dental hygienist, but I floss my teeth probably once every 5 months.
10. 10 is my favorite number.
11. I love all kinds of music and artists, but the two artists that I can always listen to, no matter what the song, are Tom Petty and Jack Johnson.
12. When I was a kid I used to pick my nose and stick the boogers underneath tables (or my bed).
13. I've taken lessons for clarinet, piano, and guitar but I never was very good at any of them.
14. I only went to high school for three years. I participated in a program called the Resident Honors Program that allowed me to skip my senior year in high school and go to USC instead. But my parents made it a condition that for the first year I had to come home every couple of weekends, which I didn't mind doing because I missed my family and friends back home in Ventura County.
15. I really wanted to have a nickname when I was in elementary school. For a couple days I tried to make my sisters call me Beaver, but it didn't stick.
16. When I got my wisdom teeth out, the doctor told my dad he had to give me enough sedative to tranquilize a horse. After the operation I had all sorts of problems including dry sockets (where the gum doesn't grow over the hole like it should, so your jawbone is sitting there exposed...painful!), something that made it so that I couldn't swim, blow my nose, or drink through a straw for a few weeks (the tissue between my nose and mouth was barely there, and doing those things would blow it apart apparently), and continued numbness in the right part of my lower lip. That part of my lip is still numb.
17. I own a shotgun, but it lives in Southern California at my parents' house because Trish doesn't want guns in our house.
18. I snore really loudly. Always have. But now I have a snore guard that I wear at night and it helps a lot.
19. I got my first real job when I was 14, working for a fence company. I got paid under the table. My first day I didn't wear sunscreen and I didn't have work gloves, and I came home incredibly sunburnt and with very blistered hands.
20. I really enjoy eating, but I don't savor my food. I eat very fast (normally I'm done with my plate before anybody else at the table, unless I'm eating with my family because we're all pretty fast eaters). I'm also very bad about portion control. I'm learning, but it's hard for me to leave food on my plate.
21. My grandpa, dad, mom, and aunt all went to USC, so I was raised a Trojan. It was a dream come true when I ended up going there.
22. I almost drowned when I was 17 when I was trying to swim to the shore but a rip current kept pulling me under. I was only about 50 meters from the shore and could clearly see people, and I kept thinking how crappy it was that I was going to die 50 meters away from people. The next day, I was on a tall rock at a different beach that was about 40-50 feet high, and I almost got thrown off it (and into very rocky, rough water below) when some waves came in and crashed against the rock.
23. My favorite food is Mexican food. I never really had Indian food until a couple years ago, but it has quickly become one of my favorite types of food, as well.
24. I have asthma but thankfully I don't have to use my inhaler very often. When I was younger it was worse, and I always had to have my inhaler handy when I was playing a sport just in case. I'd even get asthma if I laughed too hard at something. It's a lot better now, but it acts up if I get a cold or if my allergies flare up.
25. Before I met my wife, the longest I'd ever "gone out with" a girl was 6 months. My wife and I have been together for almost 12 years now.
Although I strongly disagree with the treatment of animals at modern rodeos, I do feel the need to point out that the practice of roping cattle in this manner holds it origins in the veterinary field; it was the fastest, safest way to secure a sick or injured animal without resorting to sedative, and is still used by farm vets today.
However, this cow was not sick, nor injured. This was done for the sole purpose of entertainment, and in that respect, I must say there is no justification for it.
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