We are not ready. Our hands are bleeding from bad aim and rusty tools. It is supposed to be winter but the sky is made of expanding foam. The black rooster crows through the morning and we are left holding the empty pipe and wishing it would snow. We were happy in the silence. We weren't worried by the lack of activity or demands. Small things like the points of knives or the holes into which rivets are placed. Small things like a wish lost on the breeze or ducking beneath a moss covered branch. The question "who is fake president?" springs to mind out of nowhere.
I talk to a man in Scotland who believes in God, the 1990's and a greater conspiracy. He tells me about a woman who believes in pain, uncertainty, heroin and a twisted damage that was labelled motherly love.. I talk to a man in Paris who has no choice but to believe in bipolar, as there's no other way to explain how the black dog is suddenly there, pinning him down and licking his face with a rank and vile black tongue. I take a hammer and pliers with me, i have to break it all down into its component parts before i can start constructing something that will reach higher, be more secure, admirably serve its purpose and make me feel like i'm not lying down on the freshly dug earth and waiting for the black dog to come and cock its leg over me.
This is the germ, for sure. This is how we have to mark our progress, even when the land tips up so hard and steep that any progress can only be backwards. It is time pit ourselves against that which falsely defines us. The definition is no longer valid, so why hang onto the words that described it. Misplaced emotions, like dirty bugs, scurrying up and down our spines. Isn't there always the vibration of the cave, somewhere back there in our cortex? Nooks and crannies, sheds, four posted beds, cellars, attics, dungeons and bomb shelters.There is something about the well constructed camp that tickles a baser being, all so often, held in check. To expect to make the present day, or current times, appear in any way sane would be total insanity. It's a predicament. It's not about to go away. The question then becomes, not, how are you going to live with it, but how will it be living with it? Mostly, everything is a choice.
Is it a great day when prisoners resuscitate their wardens? Is the truth of the blackened blood on my hand a more complete story? Walking up into the trees and bush in the mornings my concept of truth and reality can shift several times in the space of an hour or two. Realising that the most i should hope to do is something beautiful, so that others might be touched and inspired by that beauty. No small realisation, yet still i try to deny it, or, at least, manufacture some elaborate blindfold behind which to skulk. In this vein i approach my blog, or notepad, collage, fontal experiment... or whatever else might fit the bill. The fabric of society will shift, it always has, and so it will. I'm not sure i could make any value judgement on anything other than if i like it or not. I like trying to get something different across. I love discovering something different; some different way of looking at things, some radical new disarrangement of everything past, something out there on the wings of Sun Ra. The older i get, the more i realise compromise is a fool's game and i should not permit myself to feel like an idiot. What follows is mostly from, or inspired by, the time between the last entry and this.
I talk to a man in Scotland who believes in God, the 1990's and a greater conspiracy. He tells me about a woman who believes in pain, uncertainty, heroin and a twisted damage that was labelled motherly love.. I talk to a man in Paris who has no choice but to believe in bipolar, as there's no other way to explain how the black dog is suddenly there, pinning him down and licking his face with a rank and vile black tongue. I take a hammer and pliers with me, i have to break it all down into its component parts before i can start constructing something that will reach higher, be more secure, admirably serve its purpose and make me feel like i'm not lying down on the freshly dug earth and waiting for the black dog to come and cock its leg over me.
This is the germ, for sure. This is how we have to mark our progress, even when the land tips up so hard and steep that any progress can only be backwards. It is time pit ourselves against that which falsely defines us. The definition is no longer valid, so why hang onto the words that described it. Misplaced emotions, like dirty bugs, scurrying up and down our spines. Isn't there always the vibration of the cave, somewhere back there in our cortex? Nooks and crannies, sheds, four posted beds, cellars, attics, dungeons and bomb shelters.There is something about the well constructed camp that tickles a baser being, all so often, held in check. To expect to make the present day, or current times, appear in any way sane would be total insanity. It's a predicament. It's not about to go away. The question then becomes, not, how are you going to live with it, but how will it be living with it? Mostly, everything is a choice.
Is it a great day when prisoners resuscitate their wardens? Is the truth of the blackened blood on my hand a more complete story? Walking up into the trees and bush in the mornings my concept of truth and reality can shift several times in the space of an hour or two. Realising that the most i should hope to do is something beautiful, so that others might be touched and inspired by that beauty. No small realisation, yet still i try to deny it, or, at least, manufacture some elaborate blindfold behind which to skulk. In this vein i approach my blog, or notepad, collage, fontal experiment... or whatever else might fit the bill. The fabric of society will shift, it always has, and so it will. I'm not sure i could make any value judgement on anything other than if i like it or not. I like trying to get something different across. I love discovering something different; some different way of looking at things, some radical new disarrangement of everything past, something out there on the wings of Sun Ra. The older i get, the more i realise compromise is a fool's game and i should not permit myself to feel like an idiot. What follows is mostly from, or inspired by, the time between the last entry and this.
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I wanted you to be one of the first to know: this morning, brave climate protestors locked on to form a blockade outside New Zealand’s only synthetic nitrogen fertiliser factory, owned by us a few weeks ago about the Government’s new freshwater rules, which introduce a cap on synthetic fertiliser. Right now, we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to re-imagine our communities exactly how we want them. We’re the only party with a truly transformational vision that ensures all of us, and our planet, are looked after. Any use of psychometric testing must now comply with the Gender Pay Principles, and with the principles and obligations that come with genuine partnership under Te Tiriti o Waitangi. We must never forget the many workers who have missed out on opportunities and suffered painful experiences because these tests were inappropriately used before now.
As we adjust to a rapidly changing world and with our borders still closed, we thought it was timely to reflect and appreciate New Zealand. “If you ask me, my life ain’t worth shit,” she says unapologetically, standing half-naked, with just a black bra and a skirt on. Notably, Yamada is hardly interested in actual sex scenes; rather, she probes her characters’ most intimate conundrums.
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| Update me, let me in on all the best modifications, let me help you to sustain. Meanwhile, behind an old shipping container in a car park behind the plastic bag factory Fat Lesley was drinking hat water. No Joke. Down there in the darkness of slow meander and ragged spasm Fat Lesley made his peace with the ice-cream maker, pulses and rinds, scraped right off the son. Here and forever the dry white wind blows hot and cold. We are not here to decipher, we are here like thorns and bugs, unencumbered by the theories of delusion. Fold me up, neat and proper, like good baggage or a pre-loved bandana. Sometimes i have to ask myself if my fingers, or maybe my mind, are failing me. The connections are not always so spiked with rum and sulphate as once they were. Fall guy, sat up top, rinsing his laundry. Me down here with a left ear bass assault, whisky on my breath and something good besides. Hot light and simple togetherness makes the cold light hot light too. I see my mind calling and my guts are twisted by something still reverberating from the distant past. We walk along, all of us, with poison spikes that we drive into the ground, and somehow claim it as civilised, and therefore, right or superior. Cut the umbilical cord, tie it around your feather boa and my cock ring, we are only transitory yet we want for some immortal auger that would drive us deep into the crust and make us better than all those others. Really? No. And then the hat water dripped into her whisky as she warmed herself next to the stove. It was as near to lime green as you could go with a stove. It was an item of beauty as well as educated choice. Hit by the heavens today, we were; wet shoulders and heads as the veteran lovers connect with reclaimed beech and decking screws. Building a wall, but maybe more. Maybe a picture in itself, or the start of many others. In this, we are creation. Bouncing off each other, but maybe, also knowing, we are no longer ever sure if we’re not encroaching, somehow. At least, that’s how it is for me. I know little of who i am and less of who the rest are. I don’t care where it comes from, if it’s from building strange constructions then so be it. These constructions, it must be said, are only bound to get more and more erratic and eccentric. For this notion i should celebrate but still i slip sideways whenever there’s a topographical depression. What isn’t worth saying? Some far greater truth lives in the respoked void than in the soft misting of yet more tales of the expected. Freeze knife. Wet Suede Nurse. The F Pact. Wheels with wheels. I don’t remember where i put it but i’m sure i wrote down a strategy for dealing with all this shit. Bankrupt skyscraper thought modes. One more scarf in the escalator’s jaws. Broken telephones thrown out of windows in disgust at the lack of meaningful conversation. Chop me off at the lips. Quit the yacht club, make spaghetti, head out into the country and get fucked by a goat. Mostly it feels like wet matter. It’s hard to say what. Maybe rotting wood, compost or warm moss. And then the spikes of some supposed reality come defecating through, all shit-shaped and deathly echoes of the self-imposed corruption the human race has wrought upon itself. Some, obviously, wroughting more than others. I scope you, all feral and pretending liberation. Where are all your free words now? You are dried fish in an Arctic wind. I cannot keep my feet on flat ground these days. There is an urgency to move, simmering in the background. Has nothing really been said? So many dismal rear-views; voices extracted for literary terminology. Terminality. Somewhere out there, beyond my bent vision, there is a simpler way of interacting and balancing the fireball that consumes us. |      |
     | Poison is lethal all on its own -- as are arrows -- but their combination is greater than the sum of their parts. A weapon that simultaneously attacks from within and without can take down even the strongest opponents, from E. coli to MRSA (methicillin resistant Staphylococcus aureus). A team of Princeton researchers reported today in the journal Cell that they have found a compound, SCH-79797, that can simultaneously puncture bacterial walls and destroy folate within their cells -- while being immune to antibiotic resistance. Bacterial infections come in two flavors -- Gram-positive and Gram-negative -- named for the scientist who discovered how to distinguish them. The key difference is that Gram-negative bacteria are armored with an outer layer that shrugs off most antibiotics. In fact, no new classes of Gram-negative-killing drugs have come to market in nearly 30 years. "This is the first antibiotic that can target Gram-positives and Gram-negatives without resistance," said Zemer Gitai, Princeton's Edwin Grant Conklin Professor of Biology and the senior author on the paper. "From a 'Why it's useful' perspective, that's the crux. But what we're most excited about as scientists is something we've discovered about how this antibiotic works -- attacking via two different mechanisms within one molecule -- that we are hoping is generalizable, leading to better antibiotics -- and new types of antibiotics -- in the future." The greatest weakness of antibiotics is that bacteria evolve quickly to resist them, but the Princeton team found that even with extraordinary effort, they were unable to generate any resistance to this compound. "This is really promising, which is why we call the compound's derivatives 'Irresistin,'" Gitai said. It's the holy grail of antibiotics research: an antibiotic that is effective against diseases and immune to resistance while being safe in humans (unlike rubbing alcohol or bleach, which are irresistibly fatal to human cells and bacterial cells alike). For an antibiotics researcher, this is like discovering the formula to convert lead to gold, or riding a unicorn -- something everyone wants but no one really believes exists, said James Martin, a 2019 Ph.D. graduate who spent most of his graduate career working on this compound. "My first challenge was convincing the lab that it was true," he said. But irresistibility is a double-edged sword. Typical antibiotics research involves finding a molecule that can kill bacteria, breeding multiple generations until the bacteria evolve resistance to it, looking at how exactly that resistance operates, and using that to reverse-engineer how the molecule works in the first place. But since SCH-79797 is irresistible, the researchers had nothing to reverse engineer from. "This was a real technical feat," said Gitai. "No resistance is a plus from the usage side, but a challenge from the scientific side." The research team had two huge technical challenges: Trying to prove the negative -- that nothing can resist SCH-79797 -- and then figuring out how the compound works. To prove its resistance to resistance, Martin tried endless different assays and methods, none of which revealed a particle of resistance to the SCH compound. Finally, he tried brute force: for 25 days, he "serially passaged" it, meaning that he exposed bacteria to the drug over and over and over again. Since bacteria take about 20 minutes per generation, the germs had millions of chances to evolve resistance -- but they didn't. To check their methods, the team also serially passaged other antibiotics (novobiocin, trimethoprim, nisin and gentamicin) and quickly bred resistance to them. Proving a negative is technically impossible, so the researchers use phrases like "undetectably-low resistance frequencies" and "no detectable resistance," but the upshot is that SCH-79797 is irresistible -- hence the name they gave to its derivative compounds, Irresistin. They also tried using it against bacterial species that are known for their antibiotic resistance, including Neisseria gonorrhoeae, which is on the top 5 list of urgent threats published by the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. "Gonorrhea poses a huge problem with respect to multidrug resistance," said Gitai. "We've run out of drugs for gonorrhea. With most common infections, the old-school generic drugs still work. When I got strep throat two years ago, I was given penicillin-G -- the penicillin discovered in 1928! But for N. gonorrhoeae, the standard strains that are circulating on college campuses are super drug resistant. What used to be the last line of defense, the break-glass-in-case-of-emergency drug for Neisseria, is now the front-line standard of care, and there really is no break-glass backup anymore. That's why this one is a particularly important and exciting one that we could cure." provided by Princeton University. Original written by Liz Fuller-Wright. |
I didn’t grow up in the United States so there are aspects to this country that continue to fascinate me, particularly regional differences that reflect local cultural histories. I’d never heard of Juneteenth until I arrived in New York over 20 years ago, and from the first time I heard it mentioned I was curious to learn more about a celebration that started in Texas and marked the liberation of the last enslaved populations in the US.
In the last few years, calls to commemorate the day have grown louder, and last week four US Senators proposed a bill to make the day a federal holiday. Juneteenth is already recognized by 47 states as a state holiday or observance, but it’s curious how little Americans know about the day itself.
With the added attention, new research is helping to unearth previously unknown facts about an event that was celebrated by Black Americans largely outside of the white-dominated mainstream for over 150 years. One of the curious realities we encountered when preparing this issue is that 1865, when Juneteenth began, may mark the end of chattel slavery in this country, but it also was the year, as Jasmine Weber illuminates in her article, when the Ku Klux Klan was founded, demonstrating that white Americans have long been Janus-faced in their attitudes towards Black people.
In the last few years, calls to commemorate the day have grown louder, and last week four US Senators proposed a bill to make the day a federal holiday. Juneteenth is already recognized by 47 states as a state holiday or observance, but it’s curious how little Americans know about the day itself.
With the added attention, new research is helping to unearth previously unknown facts about an event that was celebrated by Black Americans largely outside of the white-dominated mainstream for over 150 years. One of the curious realities we encountered when preparing this issue is that 1865, when Juneteenth began, may mark the end of chattel slavery in this country, but it also was the year, as Jasmine Weber illuminates in her article, when the Ku Klux Klan was founded, demonstrating that white Americans have long been Janus-faced in their attitudes towards Black people.
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 One of Yulia Tsvetkova’s drawings promoting body positivity, which she has been posting on her social media platforms. The text reads, in translation: “WOMEN WHO ARE ALIVE HAVE HAIR — AND THAT’S NORMAL” |  Drawing by Yulia Tsvetkova. Text reads, in translation: “WOMEN MENSTRUATE — AND THAT’S NORMAL” |
| Bowel disease linked to doubling in dementia. inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), which includes ulcerative colitis and Crohn's disease, is linked to a more than doubling in the risk of developing dementia, finds research published online in the journal Gut. What's more, dementia was diagnosed around 7 years earlier in people with IBD than it was in those without this gut condition, the findings of this large population-based study show. Mounting evidence suggests that communication between the gut, its resident bacteria (microbiome), and the central nervous system, known as the 'gut-brain axis,' is implicated in various aspects of health and disease. | Why Attend this Online Lean, Reliability & Asset Management Summit Who Attends · CEO’s · IT Directors and CIO’s · Head of Lean · Head of Reliability · Asset Managers · Energy Directors · Sustainability Directors · Manufacturing Directors · Plant Managers · Senior Engineers · Plant Managers · R&D Directors · Technical Directors · IOT Directors · Facility Managers · Maintenance Mangers Call for Speakers: If you are interested in speaking at the event, joining a panel debate or hosting a workshop on the day please email [email protected] |
Above image - Ashley Reaks - Home Alone / 2020
......and again i ask "Who is fake president?"
......and again i ask "Who is fake president?"
I have a friend,
but then again,
i could be wrong
and if i am
it means
i have no
friend
not one
oh well, i suppose you get
used to it
after a while
but then again,
i could be wrong
and if i am
it means
i have no
friend
not one
oh well, i suppose you get
used to it
after a while
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 HOWARD STELZER CONTACTED ME TO SAY HE WANTED A COUPLE OF VOCALS FOR THE TRIPLE CD HE WAS DOING. BRING IT ON I SAID. THEY ARE ALL COLOURS, THE TRACKS, HE TOLD ME. CAN YOU USE THE TRACK TITLE IN THE LYRIC. TEAL. LILAC. I'M YOUR MAN, I SAID. ME AND KEN NORDINE. ////>>>> TEAL #1 (H.S.) all my wings are clipped it was no flight of fancy i closed the door and left the water running give me more proof give me exception here i am drowning deep in the teal of liquid reflection how will it work with mirrors i’ve got my toxic dialogue you quit the dust and sent the blue light dreaming come back again come back with fish-hooks i’m looking up now wrapped in the chapters of long teal books over the lake skimming the waves only momentum to hold back the night to keep me from sleep ////>>>> LILAC In twenty years of turning side to side front to back is there one place worth waiting for Old tracks beaten go blindly head to tail right to left down into lost rooms & lilac cells Do the bruises show do the bruises show there’s something crawling deep within can it be expelled / can it be expelled shooting lilac - bring the fever down shooting lilac - bring the fever down Then thirty years or forty hand to mouth tooth & nail a mutiny that never blooms Do the bruises show do the bruises show shooting lilac bring the… shooting lilac bring the fever down It’s a facial toner - a tonic febrifuge - vermifuge anti-periodic i hear that blossom strewn will drive evil away shooting lilac bring the fever down |  TEAL #2 (H.S.) wait - warm wings clipped - wings clipped life - (ginken) or - sewn to the centre & some kind of strange seal of approval & a broken wheel / a broken wheel some strange backroom deal & you’re gonna hear the little piggy squeal i mean, everybody wants to cop a feel if it ain’t free it needs to an absolute steal come on, we need to… we need to keep it novocaine real & this ain’t… this ain’t some kind of fake blue o no no - this is the real deal the real teal if you know what i mean blue teal IT STARTED UP A FLOW & I DECIDED TO GO WITH IT. I REALISED A GOOD WHILE BACK THAT IF YOU DIDN'T GO WITH IT, WHENEVER IT CAME ALONG, THEN YOU'D NEVER KNOW WHERE IT WENT. ////>>>> I BIT MYSELF A HOLE sick as your dune thugs rooster tails and skin tanners blurred monkeys wake back down to the drunk & easy no resistance spit that melted butter up into my arse turning the keys that by-pass connection look under your shirt pull the skin back worried down to the quick up here on the wires & limbs i bit myself i bit myself i bit myself i bit myself a hole in your floor i bit myself a hole in your floor in your heart in your head in your pants in your bed /////>>>>> BREAKING FOR SPARES why only one chunk? why not more? immortal by nature but somehow feeling fallible truck parts scattered across my mind hymns about Borneo and her with that spiders web woven over her open mouth teach me a thing or two if you’re able cut me a slacker line i’ll pay you with blood |
I WOULD SAY THERE'S ALWAYS TOO MUCH TO SAY, BUT WHEN ALL SAID & DONE WHO'S TO SAY, REALLY.
This day, red as the wind and dry on the back of the throat. Sharp rusted metal breaks the skin and i look across the gravel and grass wondering if i'll make it home in time to hear the songs that have finally landed from that way long gone land of my birth. It all takes longer than you'd expect and generally the people you want most to believe in aren't much use when it comes down to it. Still, i want to give them the benefit of the doubt; i want to believe that my faith in them is warranted and not just another misjudgement. For some reason this matters to me. Maybe i'd like to think that if the boot were on the other foot i'd be given every chance to prove i did what i said i would and even if it didn't pan out quite like we'd all hoped at least i put it right. I was not a fraud or a fake. But then again, what's important to me isn't necessarily what's important to you, or him, or her, or them. Some people mean well but have lousy memories and their priorities are just, well, different. They can afford to forget their promises and not feel obliged to own up to their oversights and lack of concern. C'est la vie.
This day, red as the wind and dry on the back of the throat. Sharp rusted metal breaks the skin and i look across the gravel and grass wondering if i'll make it home in time to hear the songs that have finally landed from that way long gone land of my birth. It all takes longer than you'd expect and generally the people you want most to believe in aren't much use when it comes down to it. Still, i want to give them the benefit of the doubt; i want to believe that my faith in them is warranted and not just another misjudgement. For some reason this matters to me. Maybe i'd like to think that if the boot were on the other foot i'd be given every chance to prove i did what i said i would and even if it didn't pan out quite like we'd all hoped at least i put it right. I was not a fraud or a fake. But then again, what's important to me isn't necessarily what's important to you, or him, or her, or them. Some people mean well but have lousy memories and their priorities are just, well, different. They can afford to forget their promises and not feel obliged to own up to their oversights and lack of concern. C'est la vie.
| We would like to think that the thing we call money has value. It doesn't. The main reason to hold Gold is so your purchasing power isn't stolen through inflation. The official inflation numbers are targeted at 2% a year, but that number is heavily manipulated and is really more likely to be at about 7% If you had $1000 in savings in the bank then in 10 years its purchasing power would be the equivalent of: at 2% inflation $820 at 5% inflation $613 at 7% inflation $508 at 10% inflation $385 Over the last 20 years Gold has increased in value compared to fiat currencies by an average of 10% a year. Probably the easiest first step if your worried about your money losing it purchasing power is to stock up on things you definitely need and would buy anyway, like fire wood and food. Having said all that i think gold is pretty much a useless rock and will lose to Bitcoin. The flaws inherit to Gold made it a bad money and led to what we have now. It being physical, hard to divide, hard to transport and hard to verify, meant that it ended up being held by centralised institutions and inevitably led to the current fractional reserve banking system. Mike Maloney - he is a gold guy. Hidden secrets of money series - very good overview of the history of finance and how its in such a mess https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLE88E9ICdiphYjJkeeLL2O09eJoC8r7Dc Keiser Report - Economics news show - but fun! Calling out all the batshit crazyness and corruption https://www.youtube.com/user/RussiaToday/search?query=keiser   THE BONE ORCHESTRA '87 CHARLIE COLLINS / DEREK SAW | After studying global data from the novel coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic, researchers have discovered a strong correlation between severe vitamin D deficiency and mortality rates. Led by Northwestern University, the research team conducted a statistical analysis of data from hospitals and clinics across China, France, Germany, Italy, Iran, South Korea, Spain, Switzerland, the United Kingdom (UK) and the United States. The researchers noted that patients from countries with high COVID-19 mortality rates, such as Italy, Spain and the UK, had lower levels of vitamin D compared to patients in countries that were not as severely affected. This does not mean that everyone -- especially those without a known deficiency -- needs to start hoarding supplements, the researchers caution. "While I think it is important for people to know that vitamin D deficiency might play a role in mortality, we don't need to push vitamin D on everybody," said Northwestern's Vadim Backman, who led the research. "This needs further study, and I hope our work will stimulate interest in this area. The data also may illuminate the mechanism of mortality, which, if proven, could lead to new therapeutic targets." >>>>>>>>>>>> “I’m not that social. I’m frightened by things that other people find normal and so I surround myself with loud, funny people so I can laugh my ass off and chip in at the sides of conversations. But going on stage is like crossing a line in the sand into a place where I can do, say, feel, express, become anything that I want to. I feel very safe on stage and that’s wonderful. The adrenaline gives you an extreme energy surge. I will probably tour my whole life because I genuinely love that high.”   |
Arthritis is a term used for over 140 conditions that affect the joints. The most common symptoms experienced are sore, stiff joints and can affect almost any part of the body. Arthritis comes in many forms, the most common forms in New Zealand are osteoarthritis, gout arthritis and rheumatoid arthritis.
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I think there's
something else
that i missed
probably more than just one thing
probably quite a few
but i'm done
i can't do this anymore
not today
anyway
"Last one out switch the gas on"...............................///////////////////// PA(APP). P.A. 31.07.20
I think there's
something else
that i missed
probably more than just one thing
probably quite a few
but i'm done
i can't do this anymore
not today
anyway
"Last one out switch the gas on"...............................///////////////////// PA(APP). P.A. 31.07.20
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