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2020-01-30 06:00 pm
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Welcome :)



Hello to everyone,

This journal is mostly public because most of it contains poetry, quotations, pictures, jokes, videos, and news (medical and otherwise). In other words, all the really interesting entries are public--if you like what you see, you are welcome to drop by, anytime. I update frequently.

Please note: this is a mirror / backup site of my LJ: med_cat.livejournal.com.

Cheers,
Cat

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med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-30 04:34 pm

"Feed me!"



"Feed me!”/Artist credit: John Holcroft

(Source and a variety of satirical illustrations here
)
med_cat: (woman reading)
2017-05-29 12:31 pm
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Dana Gioia, 'The Litany'

The Litany

This is a litany of lost things,
a canon of possessions dispossessed,
a photograph, an old address, a key.
It is a list of words to memorize
or to forget— of amo, amas, amat,
the conjugations of a dead tongue
in which the final sentence has been spoken.

This is the liturgy of rain,
falling on mountain, field, and ocean—
indifferent, anonymous, complete—
of water infinitesimally slow,
sifting through rock, pooling in darkness,
gathering in springs, then rising without our agency,
only to dissolve in mist or cloud or dew.

This is a prayer to unbelief,
to candles guttering and darkness undivided,
to incense drifting into emptiness.
It is the smile of a stone Madonna
and the silent fury of the consecrated wine,
a benediction on the death of a young god,
brave and beautiful, rotting on a tree.

This is a litany to earth and ashes,
to the dust of roads and vacant rooms,
to the fine silt circling in a shaft of sun,
settling indifferently on books and beds.
This is a prayer to praise what we become,
“Dust thou art, to dust thou shalt return.”
Savor its taste—the bitterness of earth and ashes.

This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, )

by Dana Gioia

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] duathir at Dana Gioia, 'The Litany'
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-28 06:14 pm
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"The Nightingale and the Glow-Worm", by William Cowper

The Nightingale and the Glow-Worm
by
William Cowper


A nightingale, that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,

Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,

A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop;

The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus right eloquent:
"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
"As much as I your minstrelsy,

You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song,
For 'twas the self-same power divine
Taught you to sing, and me to shine,

That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."

The songster heard his short oration,
And warbling out his approbation,
Released him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.


This poem is in the public domain.



Purchase a framed print of this poem.

William Cowper (1731 – 1800), pronounced “Cooper,” was an English poet who enjoyed tremendous success and popularity during his lifetime, a happy change from the cruel bullying he endured as a child. He originally studied law, but discovered his gift for writing early on and published numerous volumes of poems and hymns, including “There Is a Fountain, Filled with Blood” and “Oh, For a Closer Walk with God.” William suffered from crippling depression and mental illness throughout his life, but is remembered as one of the 18th century’s most influential poets.

(from yourdailypoem.com)
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-28 04:22 pm
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Katy Perry - Firework PARODY // Summer Break #MAYhem // The Holderness Family

A bit (or maybe more than a bit) over the top, but perhaps some of you might find it amusing ;)
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med_cat: (SH education never ends)
2017-05-28 06:19 am
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18 Science Facts We Didn't Know at The Start of 2017

18 Science Facts We Didn't Know at The Start of 2017

...I must say, #1 is quite surprising:

1. Lungs don't just facilitate respiration - they also make blood. Mammalian lungs produce more than 10 million platelets (tiny blood cells) per hour, which equates to the majority of platelets circulating the body.
med_cat: (woman reading)
2017-05-27 07:34 pm

Good night :)



The Sciences Sing a Lullabye


Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
and
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down. 

med_cat: (Blue writing)
2017-05-26 07:22 pm

Postcards

Postcards

At first I sent you a postcard
From every city I went to.
Grüsse aus Bath, aus Birmingham,
Aus Rotterdam, aus Tel Aviv.
Mit Liebe. Cards from you arrived
In English, with many commas.
Hope, you're fine and still alive,
Says one from Hong Kong. By that time
We weren't writing quite as often.

Now we're nearly nine years away
From the lake and the blue mountains,
And the room with the balcony,
But the heat and light of those days
Can reach this far from time to time.
Your latest was from Senegal,
Mine from Helsinki. I don't know
If we'll meet again. Be happy.
If you hear this, send a postcard.

Wendy Cope

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] melodily at Postcards

med_cat: (Blue writing)
2017-05-25 10:15 am

Quote of the day

Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle (22 May 1859 – 7 July 1930)

“I should dearly love that the world should be ever so little better for my presence. Even on this small stage we have our two sides, and something might be done by throwing all one’s weight on the scale of breadth, tolerance, charity, temperance, peace, and kindliness to man and beast. We can’t all strike very big blows, and even the little ones count for something.”
med_cat: (Blue writing)
2017-05-25 09:56 am
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"Response", by Mary Ursula Bethell

Response

Mary Ursula Bethell


When you wrote your letter it was April,
And you were glad that it was spring weather,
And that the sun shone out in turn with showers of rain.

I write in waning May and it is autumn,
And I am glad that my chrysanthemums
Are tied up fast to strong posts,
So that the south winds cannot beat them down.
I am glad that they are tawny coloured,
And fiery in the low west evening light.
And I am glad that one bush warbler
Still sings in the honey-scented wattle . . .

But oh, we have remembering hearts,
And we say 'How green it was in such and such an April',
And 'Such and such an autumn was very golden',
And 'Everything is for a very short time'.
~~
Poet's bio can be found here; she lived in New Zealand.
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-24 01:12 pm

"A Traveler's Tarantella", by Joseph Ashby-Sterry

A Traveler's Tarantella
by
Joseph Ashby-Sterry
Written in ‘Murray’s Handbook’ while the band in the Piazza San Marco was playing the Tarantella
from Masanielio.


                            I.

All that the tourist can dream of or hear about,
Crowds on your sight as you carelessly peer about,
Quaint water streets you so carefully steer about,
     See the Rialto, and Square of St. Mark!
Floating in gondolas, laughing and jollity,
Cyprian wine of the very best quality,
At Florian’s caffè—mid fun and frivolity—
     Venice delightful from daylight to dark!
          Musicians in plenty,
          Play ‘Ecco ridente,’
or 'Com'è gentil,’ in the still summer night;
                       If you’re in a hurry,
                       Pray look in your Murray
You’ll find his description is perfectly right!
Read more... )

poet's bio: )
med_cat: (Spring tulips)
2017-05-23 11:44 am

Alfred Noyes, 'The Bee In Church'

The Bee In Church

The nestling church at Ovingdean
Was fragrant as a hive in May;
And there was nobody within
To preach, or praise, or pray.

The sunlight slanted through the door,
And through the panes of painted glass,
When I stole in, alone once more
To feel the ages pass.

Then, through the dim grey hush there droned
An echoing plain-song on the air,
As if some ghostly priest intoned
An old Gregorian there.

Saint Chrysostom could never lend
More honey to the heavenly Spring
Than seemed to murmur and ascend
On that invisible wing.

So small he was, I scarce could see
My girdled brown hierophant;
But only a Franciscan bee
In such a bass could chant.

His golden Latin rolled and boomed.
It swayed the altar-flowers anew,
Till all that hive of worship bloomed
With dreams of sun and dew.

Ah, sweet Franciscan of the May,
Dear chaplain of the fairy queen,
You sent a singing heart away
That day, from Ovingdean.

by Alfred Noyes

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] duathir at Alfred Noyes, 'The Bee In Church'

med_cat: (Stethoscope)
2017-05-22 09:55 pm

Medical and nursing news/analysis/reflections

A measles case has been confirmed in Washington, DC

The Last Person You'd Expect to Die in Childbirth

The emerging and often drug-resistant fungus Candida auris continues to spread in the United States, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reported today.

(the above two articles are from Medscape, free and quick registration required)

Court case highlights nurses' duty to follow EMTALA

When Nurses Make Fatal Mistakes

Support for the Second Victim: Caring for Our Own, from the American Association of Critical Care Nurses

(Support the Second Victim: Health professionals suffer distress after poor patient outcomes, even if no error occurred.)
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...and if anybody is interested in my comments about any of these, let me know, I'll share...:P ;)
med_cat: (Hourglass)
2017-05-22 01:12 pm
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Илья Сельвинский - Белый песец / "A White Fox", by Ilya Selvinsky

Илья Сельвинский - Белый песец

Мы начинаем с тобой стареть,
Спутница дорогая моя...
В зеркало вглядываешься острей,
Боль от самой себя затая:

"A White Fox", by Ilya Selvinsky

My dear companion,
Both you and I are starting to grow old...
You look more sharply at the mirror,
Concealing your pain even from yourself:

Ты еще ходишь-плывешь по земле
В облаке женственного тепла.
Но уж в улыбке, что света милей,
Лишняя черточка залегла.

You still walk-float on the ground
In a cloud of feminine warmth.
But already, in your smile which is dearer than the world to me,
There is an extra wrinkle.

Но ведь и эти морщинки твои
Очень тебе, дорогая, к лицу.
Нет, не расплющить нашей любви
Даже и времени колесу!

But even those wrinkles of yours
Suit you, dear, very well.
No, our love cannot be crushed,
Not even by the wheel of time!Read more... )
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-21 11:09 pm
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"Seasons of Love"

This one is a song, from the CD Under The Gripping Beast by Echo's Children:

Seasons of Love
Lyrics ©1996 by Catherine Faber
ttto: Tallis' Canon (Psalm Setting #8, Musica Brittanica)


I love you well as skylarks sing
In soaring ecstasies of spring
And twilight stars that shyly rise
Yet seem no brighter than your eyes.

You love me well as springing wheat
Grows golden bright in summer heat
And as the harvest apple glows
The autumn warmth between us grows.

And when my beauty all too brief
Is withered like the autumn leaf
And when your hair is frosted silver
Winter sees us lovers still.

(sent by [livejournal.com profile] duathir--many thanks :)
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-20 05:50 pm

Two poems by Morris Bishop

"I lately lost a preposition;
It hid, I thought, beneath my chair,
And angrily I cried, 'Perdition!
Up from out of in under there!'

Correctness is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor,
And yet I wondered, 'What should he come
Up from out of in under for?'"

~~~

E = MC2

What was our trust, we trust not;
What was our faith, we doubt;
Whether we must or must not,
We may debate about.

The soul, perhaps is a gust of gas,
And wrong is a form of right;
But we know that Energy equals Mass
by the Square of the Speed of Light!

What we have known, we know not;
What we have proved, abjure;
Life is a tangled bowknot,
But one thing is still sure.

Come little lad; come little lass;
Your docile creed recite:
"We know that Energy equals Mass
by the Square of the Speed of Light!"

(Morris Bishop)

(many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] acelightning)
med_cat: (Stethoscope)
2017-05-20 07:57 am
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Amazing how technology has advanced

Implantable Reveal LINQ cardiac rhythm monitor from Medtronic--paperclip size, implanting only takes a couple minutes, works for three years

Medstronic SEEQ portable cardiac monitoring system--stick it on and it's good for 30 days...no wires or electrodes
med_cat: (SH education never ends)
2017-05-20 05:20 am

Three neologisms for your Saturday morning :)

vir·tue sig·nal·ing [ˈvər-chü ˈsig-nəliŋ]:
origin: (April 18, 2015) British; James Bartholomew, from an article in The Spectator.

phrase
med_cat's recent entry, led to discussing another modern term re: social trends.

When I worked high end retail, it was easy to get wrapped up in the glamour of big name labels; if you wore expensive things, people often treated you better, sometimes a lot better, but one day I had to remind myself that buying something by Gucci or Prada did not actually make one a "better" person.

But...what if it could?
Read more... )
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-05-19 08:12 pm
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Friday words: Nefelibata and Podsnappery

Cross-posting from [livejournal.com profile] 1word1day
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Nefelibata
(ne-fe-LE-ba-ta)
Noun:
-A cloud walker; one who lives in the cloud of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not abide by the precepts of society, literature, or art;
-An unconventional, unorthodox person.

From Portuguese “nephele” cloud and “batha" - a place where you can walk

Used in a sentence:
“Always the nefelibata in grade school, his social calendar was generally wide open; but now that he’s a billionaire, he finds it difficult to decide which event he wishes to grace with his much sought after presence.”



Grandiloquent Word of the Day: Podsnappery
(POD•SNAP•per•ee)
Noun:
-An attitude toward life marked by complacency and a refusal to recognize unpleasant facts
-Smug self-satisfaction and a lack of interest in the affairs of others

From Podsnap + -ery, referring to a character Mr. Podsnap in Charles Dickens' Our Mutual Friend (1864–1865), in which this word was also coined. Podsnap was "conscious that he set a brilliant social example in being particularly well satisfied with most things, and, above all other things, with himself”

Used in a sentence:
“These may be said to have been the articles of a faith and school which the present chapter takes the liberty of calling, after its representative man, Podsnappery.”
~Charles Dickens - Our Mutual Friend

(both are from Grandiloquent Word of the Day FB page)