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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.

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med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-17 07:52 am

"Look at home", by Lily Oakley

Look at home_by Lily Oakley, published in 'Sunday Reading for the Young' (1906)

Poem by Lily Oakley, published in 'Sunday Reading for the Young' (1906)

(reposted from David Malcolmson‎, in the Poets Illustrated FB group)
the poem in text format: )
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-16 12:31 pm

Another purple poem :)

([ profile] acelightning--look ;))

There's purple jam
And purple jell
And a purple bruise
Next day will tell
Where you landed
When you fell.
The purple feeling
Is rather put-out
The purple look is a
Definite pout.
But the purple sound
Is the loveliest thing
It's a violet opening
In the spring.

Illustration by Leonard Weisgard for,
"What Is Purple?" from, "Hailstones and halibut bones" by Mary O'Neill

(from Davidson Jones' post in "Poets Illustrated" FB group)
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2017-08-15 02:18 pm
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The scholar and his cat, Pangur Bán

The scholar and his cat, Pangur Bán

(from the Irish by Robin Flower)

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

'Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

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2017-08-14 08:10 pm
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People to write to, and printable stationery

From The Heart is a public FB page, which provides names and mailing addresses of elderly people who could use some birthday cheer, "thinking of you" cards, people in nursing homes, etc.

If you like sending cards, take a look; the page is public, so you should be able to view it without having a FB account; let me know if that's not the case and I can repost some of the info to my LJ.

This FB page provides free printable stationery designs, take a look:

Free Penpal Stationery

There are some very cute designs, holiday and otherwise; I'd saved some to my files. Again, you should be able to view it without having a FB account.
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-13 01:05 pm

Pix and links

"She smiled at him very graciously when he was introduced to her."

From the chapter, "Princess Orchid's Party"

From the book "Fairies I Have Met" by Mrs. Rodolph Stawell, so beautifully illustrated by Edmund Dulac (French-born, British naturalised magazine illustrator, book illustrator and stamp designer, 1882-1953)

And here's the link to the entire book!
Somewhat related:

Mermaid Folktales: A 19th Century History

An idle inquiry:

Why are Kinder Surprise Eggs Banned in the United States, from "Today I found out"

...which led me to an interesting but very grim bit of history of medicine I'd not heard of before:

(caveat lector):

Sulfanilamide Disaster
Taste of Raspberries, Taste of Death
The 1937 Elixir Sulfanilamide Incident
, FDA Consumer magazine, June 1981

Modern psychopharmacology:

Why combination nootropics (aka "genius pills") are not a good idea
(thanks to [ profile] supergee for the link!)

Upcoming solar eclipse:

Eye Safety During Solar Eclipses, from NASA

Cats and Humans:

Saved, by a Whisker--a very nice cat story and more from Gene Weingarten, in this weekend's Washington Post Magazine

...and, of course, Sherlock Holmes:

A Guide to Writing Sherlockian Biscuit Habits, from the enigmaticpenguinofdeath's Tumblr
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2017-08-13 12:33 pm

"We are so doomed", from Anne Lamott

Anne Lamott

We are so doomed. There is nothing we can do. We are at the mercy of two evil ignorant syphilitic madmen, the two worst people on earth. I mean that nicely.

Where do we even start?

We stop trying to figure things out. "Figure it out" is not a good slogan. We practice trust, and surrender, and attention to what we know is beautiful: dogs, art, the Beatles, each other's eyes. And we don't give up hope. Emily Dickinson said that hope encourages the Good to reveal itself. We need all the Good we can summon in these Locked and Loaded days.

So what do we hope for?

Pivot! A perfect time for the Pivot.

Just kidding.

We hope and pray for the return of sanity, or even sanity-ish. I do not hope for a successful Trump presidency or failed Trump presidency. I hope that he does not blow up the whole world.

Is that so much to ask?

What if he accidentally blows up a little bit of the world?

Well, these things happen. We'll stick together. What has always lifted my spirits is a promise that I made to myself, that if it looks like the end of the world, I get to eat every single thing on earth that can't outrun me: the last few days, I will only eat nachos and creme brûlée and Safeway carrot cake. Oatbags of M&M's. No vegetable matter!

That's something to look forward to!

One more question: how do we get to hope in these dark ratty days? )

med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-13 07:58 am

"Rose of Jericho" by Cindy Veach

"Rose of Jericho" by Cindy Veach

I'm not sure about this gift. This tangle
of dried roots curled into a fist. This gnarl

I've let sit for weeks beside the toaster
and cookbooks on a bed of speckled granite.

What am I waiting for? Online I find
Rose of Jericho prayers and rituals for safe birth,

well-being, warding off the evil eye.
At first I thought I'd buy some white stones,

a porcelain bowl. But I didn't and I didn't.
I don't believe in omens. This still fist

of possibility all wrapped up in itself.

There it sat through the holidays, into the New Year. / Through all the days I've been gone. Dormant. )

(reposted with thanks from [ profile] browngirl)
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-12 01:02 pm
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Quote of the day

“Love is so much more than some random, euphoric feeling. And real love isn’t always fluffy, cute, and cuddly.

More often than not, real love has its sleeves rolled up, dirt and grime smeared on its arms, and sweat dripping down its forehead.

Real love asks us to do hard things - to forgive one another, to support each other’s dreams, to comfort in times of grief, or to care for family.

Real love isn’t easy - and it’s nothing like the wedding day - but it’s far more meaningful and wonderful.”

~ Seth Adam Smith
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-11 06:44 pm

"Lady Button Eyes", by Eugene Field

From Lullabye-Land by Eugene Field.
Illustrated by Charles Robinson

Lady Button Eyes
When the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
Rocketh gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen -
Then from yonder misty skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro;
Where the clock's dull monotone
Telleth of the day that's done;
Where the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor -
Where my weary wee one lies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Cometh like a fleeing ghost / From some distant eerie coast )

med_cat: (cat and books)
2017-08-11 04:55 am
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A letter to NASA, and their reply

When 4th grader and self-proclaimed “Guardian of the Galaxy”, Jack, wrote to us about applying for a job, we replied:
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2017-08-10 04:44 pm
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Smile ;)

Originally posted by [ profile] spikesgirl58 at I think this is my favorite new bathroom sign as well.--many thanks for permission to repost; the OP got it off Pinterest
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-09 09:01 am
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Jumping Over a Tennis Net (1903)

(from BFI's archives; quite short and amusing, do take a look ;))
med_cat: (cat and books)
2017-08-08 06:37 am
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"What is Purple?"

What Is Purple?

Time is purple
Just before night
When most people
Turn on the light--
But if you don't it's
A beautiful sight.

Asters are purple,
There's purple ink.
Purple's more popular
Than you think...
It's sort of a great
Grandmother to pink.

There are purple shadows
And purple veils,
Some ladies purple
Their fingernails.

(from Poets Illustrated FB group, posted by Davidson Jones)

Illustration by Leonard Weisgard for,
"What Is Purple?" from, "Hailstones and halibut bones" by Mary O'Neill

(Look, [ profile] acelightning--have you ever seen this one before? ;))
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-07 06:39 am

"Silver" by Walter de la Mare


Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

(Walter de la Mare)

med_cat: (cat and books)
2017-08-05 08:34 am

Billy Collins, 'Marginalia'


Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien,
they seem to say,
I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive -
“Nonsense.” “Please!” “HA!!” -
that kind of thing.
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls “Metaphor” next to a stanza of Eliot’s.
Another notes the presence of “Irony”
fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.
Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,
hands cupped around their mouths.
“Absolutely,” they shout
to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.
“Yes.” “Bull’s-eye.” “My man!”
Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points
rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college )

By Billy Collins

Originally posted by [ profile] duathir at Billy Collins, 'Marginalia'
med_cat: (cat and books)
2017-08-04 04:13 pm
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A bit of fun for your Friday evening ;)

A 100% accurate, no lie, source proven conversation between Pope Clement VII & Henry VIII

Watch it here

(couldn't find a video that would embed here, sorry; hope the link works--please let me know if it doesn't)
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-04 11:29 am
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A diver and a curious seal near Scilly Islands

(it's very cute and quite short)

More info here
med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-03 05:46 pm
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med_cat: (cat in dress)
2017-08-03 05:35 am
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Billy Collins, 'Fishing on the Susquehanna in July'

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.

Not in July or any month
have I had the pleasure--if it is a pleasure--
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

I am more likely to be found
in a quiet room like this one--
a painting of a woman on the wall,

a bowl of tangerines on the table--
trying to manufacture the sensation
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

There is little doubt
that others have been fishing
on the Susquehanna,

rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
sliding the oars under the water
then raising them to drip in the light.

But the nearest I have ever come to
fishing on the Susquehanna
was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia

when I balanced a little egg of time
in front of a painting
in which that river curled around a bend

under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
dense trees along the banks,
and a fellow with a red bandanna

sitting in a small, green
flat-bottom boat
holding the thin whip of a pole.

That is something I am unlikely
ever to do, I remember
saying to myself and the person next to me.

Then I blinked and moved on )

By Billy Collins

[One of Billy Collins' most critically acclaimed works, "Fishing on the Susquehanna in July" has been added to the preserved works of the United States Native American literary registry as being deemed a culturally significant poem.]

Originally posted by [ profile] duathir at Billy Collins, 'Fishing on the Susquehanna in July'