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I finally worked up the nerve to drill a hole thru one. It took me forever ! And I'm sure Ryan would be mad at me as I had to hold it with my fingers, but it's so tiny!
"Salvs infirmorum Ntra. Sra del Ramey qve se venera en la Parroqvial Ygl(esi)a de Tarrega
1815
AveMaria"
(...) per la carretera de Sant Martí de Maldà, poc després del trencall de Preixana, sobre un suau promontori des d’on es domina una gran extensió de terreny. En aquell punt estratègic i panoràmic, enmig d’ametllers i sembrats, s’aixeca una capelleta a l’aire lliure, consistent en un monòlit i alguns altres elements de pedra al seu voltant, dedicada a la Verge del Remei, coneguda popularment com capella dels Molars, pel nom de la partida on s’ubica, apel·lació que amb el temps s’ha fet extensiva a la mateixa titular del recinte, tal com es pot deduir de l’himne de lloança que li canten els devots que s’hi apleguen cada octubre, per la festa del Roser, lletra de Lluís Serra i música de mossèn Carles Melé: “A la Verge dels Molars/ la Rodalia hi acut/ per cantar un Ave Maria/ demanant el seu ajut”. Una estrofa posterior aclareix l’episodi de doble personalitat: “Mare de Déu del Remei/ que presidiu els Molars,/ us supliquem que guardeu/ nostres Camps i nostres Llars”.
El pilaret de la patrona de l’Urgell va ser erigit en 1815 i restaurat en 1985. Conté una fornícula amb la seva imatge sostenint el Nen sobre el braç esquerre, feta amb rajoletes per Miquel Martí, i protegida per una artística reixa de ferro forjada per Josep Castellana, a més d’una làpida amb un text al·lusiu al sobrenatural poder “invencible” de la venerada mestressa. Per darrere d’un muret cobert de lliris, un petit parc d’ombra espessa amb sis pins, dos xiprers, una olivera, una atzavara, una taula, una font seca i –ai- herbotes per tot arreu. Llàstima. Al davant, una placeta triangular amb dues llargues bancades laterals per seure a parar la marinada i estirar la vista: vall del Corb, pobles de Verdú, Sant Martí i Maldà, els pujols dels Comalats, serres del Tallat, la Llena i Montsant...
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YELL_134174 (1) and (2): Picture shows the second molar of a brontothere that was discovered in Yellowstone National Park in the late 1990s. The tooth is the black-colored part, while the jaw bone is the gray to white fragment.
Collecting any natural resources, including rocks and fossils, is illegal in Yellowstone.
Photo by Megan Norr;
March 2016;
Catalog #20804d;
Original #YELL_134174(2)
Here we have the massive bone-crushing teeth of the spotted hyena (Crocuta crocuta). The other hyena species, excluding the aardwolf, are overall pretty similar. The most massive tooth is the carnassial (premolar four or P4), which is plesiomorphic (or primitive) for all carnivoran mammals (some groups, such as pinnipeds, bears, raccoons, etc, have reduced the carnassial) that is adapted for cutting and serrating flesh. Here in the hyena, it is much larger and blunter, but so are the other premolars, which makes the hyena exceptional among mammamlian bone-crushers (for example, the wolverine only has a highly modified P4, while the other premolars are not as exaggerated in size. See the link below). The only true molar is highly reduced, and sometimes absent. You can see it right behind the carnassial (P4) tooth, and it looks sideways. That's just because it's antero-posteriorly compressed, not rotated, and it still retails the same cusp arrangement you would find in other carnivores (felids [cats], close relatives of the hyenas, have completely lost their upper true molars). Anterior to the molar and lateral to the carnassial you can see a smooth depression, which serves as an insertion point for the corresponding lower carnassial tooth.
The rest of the skull is very robust and impressive, like the teeth. I should have included a photo of the sagittal crest, as there's a whole other interesting story to tell there...
For the wolverine, see: www.flickr.com/photos/31867959@N04/3243598040/
Compare with another hyaenid carnivore, the aardwolf: www.flickr.com/photos/31867959@N04/4121244926/
Natalia Molar and her family.
Not far from the West-Ukrainian city of Lviv, Caritas Spes has built several homes for children who have lost their parents.
These so-called 'family-run orphanages' provide a safe space for children where they can live, learn and grow with the support and warmth of a real family.
"We don't like to call this a project because a project has a beginning and an end," says Tetiana Kalinichenko from Caritas Spes. "This is a way of life. The kids who live here will not be on their own when they turn 18. They will always be a part of this family. Helping children this way means true dedication."
Caritas Spes has built five of these houses for five families, each consisting of ten people. Some families have been living here for years now, while others have arrived recently after the violence in other parts of the country forced them to leave their homes.
This is the case for Natalia Molar who came from a village near Kyiv with two of her children and now takes care of eight other displaced children as well.
Natalia: "We wanted to stay in our home as long as possible, but when the missiles started flying over our heads and a neighbouring village was occupied by the Russian military, we knew we had to leave.
My husband and eldest son couldn't come with us. They had to join the army. Now, they're working on a military base and they call me every day to let me know they're doing all right.
It's very hard to be divided as a family, but at least here we are safe and people are helping us. We calm them by saying that we are in a good place.
When we got here we had to sleep in a kindergarten. After a few days, Caritas assigned us this home.
First, we had no idea what would happen. We expected to be sleeping in a railway station. In this place, we can live in the same condition as we did at home. We are very grateful for that.
From the moment we stepped out of the train, we felt amazing support from the people in western Ukraine. People are doing everything they can.
The children now go to school. They received books and the teachers are great. They are doing really well and their grades are good.
My main concern is when this war will end. My son was supposed to go to university. What will he do now? I worry a lot about my family. The future is uncertain, so we try to only focus on tomorrow.
We have lots of hobbies and we try to entertain ourselves as much as we can. We play football and tennis. We often go fishing and we love to cook together.
I can't wait to have my son and husband with us again. I miss them so much."
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Large parts of Ukraine have been in a state of war since 2014. But since February 2022, the lives of all Ukrainians have been severely affected by violence, shortages of goods and food and a major displacement crisis.
In Ukraine, Cordaid funds partner organisations through Caritas Internationalis, a global network of Catholic aid organisations.
Caritas staff and volunteers have geared up and they are working day and night (not an exaggeration) to support people who have fled their homes with sometimes nothing more than the clothes they had on or those who, for whatever reason, cannot flee and are stuck in a warzone.
The western part of the country, and especially the city of Lviv, has become a humanitarian hub after the situation in the east deteriorated.
Trucks full of goods from neighbouring countries, often purchased with money from private donors from all over Europe, arrive there to be unloaded in storage spaces.
With great efficiency, aid workers load up their own trucks and start driving to the cities in the east, that have been suffering continuous air raids and bombings, and where, in some cases, people are still living in between the rubble.
Caritas does not only distribute food, water, clothes and medicines, they also provide a home for hundreds of displaced people or guide them to the border in case they are looking for safety outside of the country.
There is extra care for children in special centres or in family run orphanages, where they can learn, play and live at a safe distance from the ongoing violence.
In cities throughout the country, Caritas has set up tents where the most essential goods are being distributed and food kitchens where displaced people and others struggling with the hardship can get a daily warm meal. To give just an example: in the city of Ivano-Frankyvsk volunteers provide meals for 1200 people each day.
Many of those who are working in this immense humanitarian operation have suffered the consequences of the conflict themselves. It's a cliché, but it's true: war often brings out both the worst and the best in us.
Repair place pulled a loose tooth out of my laptop. If I put it under my pillow will the MSI fairy give me a dollar?
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The top right molars in a sheep shell that I found in a local stream. This pic will be cropped to be my offering for Macro Mondays
One of my upper rear molars chipped. I think the dentist referred to it by name as "14"?
Last night it just crumbled off into my dinner in two small pieces. "Hey! Who put porcelain in my food? Whuh?" It was like a recurring nightmare come true! The crumbling of teeth!
I felt like Seth Brundlefly.
All night I wondered what would now happen to the tooth. I kept touching it with my tongue. A sharp-edged piece of amalgam filling kept scraping me when I talked. Would I need a cap, a crown, a root canal? Would I have to have it pulled? Was this gonna cost me a jillion dollars?
As someone who has never had any of my choppers yanked (I even still have all 4 wisdom teeth) the idea of losing a tooth was nerve wracking. Not to mention the potential expense of whatever I needed to do to fix it. Luckily I have dental insurance, but even that doesn't cover everything.
Also fortunate: I was able to squeeze in to see my dentist today and it wasn't that bad. I am hyper aware of it, but it doesn't hurt and the damage is not that bad.
Part of the lingual (tongue-side) wall of the tooth had broken off, but only about halfway up.
They x-rayed it and the structure of the remaining tooth was still pretty robust, the root fine and the 30 year old filling still in place. So later this week I go back to have the old filling drilled out and replaced and extended to cover the missing piece that cracked off.
Crazy, man. I always seem to fall apart a little more around my birthday season. Injuries, mishaps. Nature reminding me I am getting old!