med_cat: (Blue writing)
Мирза-Шафи, заладил ты одно:
Всё про любовь поешь да про вино,
А людям то наскучило давно,
Всё, что чрезмерно, то надоедает.

О чём же петь, подайте мне совет.
Здесь на земле, где столько зла и бед,
Любовь и хмель--единственный просвет,
А светлое чрезмерным не бывает.

"Mirza-Shafi, you keep harping upon the same old theme:
You sing of love and of wine,
But people have grown tired of these themes long ago,
Because everything that is excessive becomes tiresome."

"What shall I sing of then, do advise me.
Here in this world, where there is so much evil and so many troubles,
Love and drunkenness are the only things that let light through the heavy clouds,
And whatever birngs in light can never be excessive."

med_cat: (cat in dress)
Originally posted by [ profile] elenbarathi at Grease & Salt, by Jeanann Verlee
Grease & Salt
by Jeanann Verlee

I finish a small hot plate of grease & salt / & push
the scraped-clean plate across the counter

for someone else to scrub / this, I say I have paid for
but it doesn't fit / I see the hundred hands

it took to cultivate / the hands that milked the cow
(or built the machines that did) / the hands that harvested

the artichokes & spinach & shallots / the hands
that steamed & fried / the hands that mined

the salts (or maintained the machines that did) / the hands
that mixed the clay & the hands that baked them to ceramic

in a kiln / the hands that sliced & spiced the bread /
the hands that rolled fork & knife into napkin /

the scalded hands that pulled the dish from oven /
the hands that passed the plate to the hands that set it

before me / the hands that wring in hopes I have no
complaint & that if I do, I won't take to Yelp

with my grievances / the hands that whisk the emptied
plate from sight / the hands, too, that swipe my card

& the hands that process the accounts between /
the hands that wipe the counter, seats, floor, handles /

the hundred hands that work & ache & crack over this
one tiny indulgence I myself can't rightly afford /

& I remember my father’s hands, & my mother’s / &
too, the hands of the farmers & soldiers & steel

workers & brick layers in my bloodline / & my hands, too,
each scar & chip / each labor for paycheck or fury or love

& I praise & I praise & I praise / the work & the hands /
& I lick the salt from the corners of my oily mouth.
med_cat: (cat in dress)

Happened to come upon this on Pinterest recently.

...Am just wondering, if they're "going from 8am till 8pm" Monday through Friday, then when _do_ they get chores done? And do they see their "family and friends" during the week at all?

...And how do all these things fit into a weekend?! (I understand it wouldn't be _all_ of them _every_ weekend, but still...??)

Hee hee ;)

Sep. 7th, 2017 04:58 am
med_cat: (SH education never ends)
One more: )

(from the local elementary school's FB group)
med_cat: (Stethoscope)
Image under cut; warning: blood )

...I think it's time to switch to disposable, hospital-provided stethoscopes, here...:P

(Look what I found on Pinterest :P)
med_cat: (Blue writing)
Sunshine Snail Mail is a public FB page, which provides names and mailing addresses of children with cancer and other chronic illnesses who would appreciate some happy mail (cards, stickers, 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:

Little Bird Lettersets

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; let me know if that's not the case.
med_cat: (Stethoscope)
Ученики академика В.П. Филатова вспоминают: он учил не поддаваться давлению авторитетов. Однажды, осматривая больного, обратился к коллегам: «Посмотрите, какой рефлекс, как реагирует зрачок на свет». Все стали наклоняться, освещать глаз и соглашались.
«Все посмотрели?» - обратился Владимир Петрович к коллегам. А потом взял офтальмоскоп и постучал его ручкой прямо по глазу. Раздался стеклянный звук: «Это глаз-протез. Зрачок на нем - нарисованный, он не реагирует на свет. Никогда не поддавайтесь давлению авторитетов.
Кто-то из вас заметил, что зрачок не движется, но вы промолчали. Хотели мне угодить. Этого делать нельзя, истина важнее всего».
(many thanks to [ profile] leto_12)
The students of the eminent Russian ophthalmologist V.P. Filatov reminisce about how he taught them not to yield to pressure from figures of authority. One time, while examining the patient, he addressed his colleagues: "Look at the pupillary reflex, how the pupil constricts from the light." Everyone started bending down to shine the light into the patient's eye, and everyone agreed with him.

"Has everyone looked?" Vladimir Petrovich asked his colleagues. And then he picked up the ophthalmoscope and tapped its handle right on the eye. Everyone heard a glassy sound: "This eye is a prosthetic eye. The pupil on it is painted on, it does not react to light. You should never yield to pressure exerted by figures of authority.

Some of you must have noticed that the pupil is immobile, but you kept silent. You wanted to please me. That is something you should never do, the truth reigns supreme, above everything else."
med_cat: (SH education never ends)
Originally posted by [ profile] duathir at Howard Mumford Jones, 'The Professor Muses'
The Professor Muses

Physics Lecture Room—before Class

I am afraid, O Lord, I am afraid!

These instruments so curiously formed,
This dynamo and meter, that machine
Cunning to grasp and hold with delicate hands
Your unchained lightnings … Lord, I am afraid—
Here in the empty silence of my room!

This lecture hall is oddly like a mouth—
Myself the tongue in it, myself the voice,
Shrill, thin across the empty chairs—how queer,
How skeleton-like appear these empty chairs!
Blank walls, blank platform (ineffectual things)
And bleak, bare windows where the startled day
On tiptoe stands, too lovely to come in….
A mouth it seems, a maw, huge, grim, slow, sure
Some day to close and crush me!
Lord, Lord, Lord,
Am I the thing the daylight falters from,
Spinning my dusty web of dusty words
To catch the plunging star we call the world,
Hanging it so a period? Fool, twice fool,
Who spider-like weave cosmic theories
In gossamer nets to trap the universe!
Spun but to tear a thousand tattered ways
And hang on every lilac, if a girl—
A red-lipped, shallow, care-free freshman girl—
Laugh at the sallies of a boy!

Problems of sound and light, of light and sound,
Experiments, materials, theories,
The laws of motion, problems of sound and light,
Problems of sound and light….

And presently )
med_cat: (cat in dress)
Septiembre by Gaspar Camps

(from The Golden Age of Illustration group on FB)
med_cat: (Basil in colour)

National groups can donate supplies to HISD students and families

Many HISD families have been devastated by the catastrophic flooding in the Houston area caused by Hurricane Harvey, and HISD welcomes assistance from national groups or corporations that would like to help our students recover and prepare for the coming school year.

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Donations can be shipped to:

HISD Harvey Donations
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“HISD is grateful to those who have reached out to us from beyond Houston asking how to help,” said HISD Superintendent Richard Carranza. “We have had school communities as far away as New York and Missouri ask what they can do. Well, this is what we need: food, clothing, and school supplies to make sure that when our students are finally back in the classroom, they are ready to learn. Thank you all for your support of our HISD students and families.”

The HISD Foundation is also accepting donations to help families recover, and 100% of funds raised will go directly to helping HISD students and families. Click here to make a donation, and please specify “Harvey” as the purpose of your donation.


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Cross-posting from [ profile] 1word1day
It caught my eye because there had been a film called "Svengali", and I hadn't known the title actually meant something, I'd assumed it was the last name of the main character or the name of the place.

(not seen the film, but some good-looking actors in it; it's on YouTube)

'Svengali' Bannon leaving White House

'A person who manipulates or exerts excessive control over another'

Svengali (“a person who manipulates or exerts excessive control over another”) cozened its way to the top of our lookups on August 18th, 2017, following multiple news reports that political strategist Stephen Bannon would soon be fired from his position at the White House.

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Mycroft aimed the tip of the umbrella at the puddle and drew a curve in the air. The wet spot left by the whiskey immediately vanished. John fell to his knees and started feeling the carpet, and then lifted his head and looked at Mycroft, horrified.

“But that’s...not possible…”

“Not a bad trick,” said Sherlock, mostly out of habit.

“But it cannot be possible!” John continued pleading.

“Alas, John, that’s the truth.”

“And that’s to school?” John’s voice lowered to an ominous whisper.

Mycroft nodded.

“Which House?”


Read more... )

med_cat: (cat in dress)
Translated it earlier this year and thought some people on my f-list might enjoy this crossover. The author has kindly given me permission to post.

Thank you, I don’t need to see a psychiatrist

Author: Sectumsempra

Beta: Xenya-m

Characters: Mycroft, Sherlock, John, Minerva, Snape, Weasley Sr.

Genre: Humor

Fandom: Harry Potter, Sherlock

A/N: The secrets of the Holmes family. Crossover with HP, humor, crack.

Timeline: Post-Hogwarts

Word count: approx. 3,850

Originally posted in Russian on June 19, 2014 (

Translator: med_cat
Translation beta
: capt_facepalm

He opened the wardrobe and took a box from the bottom shelf. The box contained an old set of wizard’s robes--three sizes bigger than he needed. Putting the box on the table in front of him, he sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes, and after counting them, lit one. Having lost himself in thought, he completely forgot to use an ashtray and dropped the whitish column of ash onto the dully gleaming tabletop. That made him decide that this was a good opportunity to recall the old days. The cleaning spell was fairly successful the first time. Then he took up the robes and, after a second attempt, reduced them to the right width.

The car his job provided  transported the gentleman to an inconspicuous alley with an old telephone booth. Putting on the robes over his business suit, he entered the booth and dialed a number.

“Ministry of Magic”, a pleasant female voice whispered, “please state your name and the purpose of your visit, sir.”

He stated them and the floor of the booth started to glide downwards. Soon he beheld a huge atrium with a fountain in the middle. After the war, the golden statues were remade, taking into account the current fashion. The figures of the witch and wizard were surrounded by the statues of the elf, goblin, and centaur, and the entire group was looking in the direction, so to say, of the common goal.

Our gentlemen looked askance at the fountain and continued walking towards the lift. Passing witches and wizards were glancing at him curiously--despite his wizard’s robes, he looked very Mugglish.

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med_cat: (cat and books)
Sonnet to a Cat

Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? - How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all the wheezy asthma, - and for all
Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall.

Posthumous and fugitive Poems
[Read the biographical context.]

John Keats
med_cat: (woman reading)

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(reposted from David Malcomson, in the Poets Illustrated FB group)

same in text format: )
med_cat: (Basil in colour)

Health Notice for District of Columbia Health Care Providers

Updates on Zika Virus Disease and Testing


To date, there have been 36 cases of laboratory-confirmed Zika virus disease (ZVD) in the District of Columbia (DC), all of which have been travel-associated or sexually transmitted. As of August 23, 2017, states had reported a total of 5,423 cases of ZVD to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). Of these, 5,150 were travel-associated, 224 were locally acquired mosquito-borne cases, 47 were sexually transmitted, 1 was laboratory acquired, and 1 was person-to-person through an unknown route.  Locally acquired mosquito-borne transmission in the United States has only been documented in Florida and Texas. In DC, ZVD spread by local mosquitoes or through the use of blood or tissue products (e.g., blood transfusion, sperm donation) has not been reported.


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