#i started priest of bones which i just checked it has high ratings

[starswallowingsea]

Book haul today for me and my sister! They had a massive sale going on and I got everything for less than $50!

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Exception to the Rule

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: M (?)

Warnings: Sexual tension, sexual themes. No smut, but I mean reader definitely wants to ride that cowboy. Period typical shame. 

Summary: There is one exception to your rule about forcing Arthur to forgo chores and take a rest, that is the duty of chopping firewood. 

Notes: Right, so I need someone to explain to me quite why I find men chopping wood to be attractive. I’m sure you can psychoanalyse the heck out of me from that fact alone. 

Can you tell i’m a tad touched starved and needy at the moment? Can you tell, good sirs?

Archiveofourown

Arthur Morgan was the workhorse of the gang and that was a bonafide fact. The man brought in more money and more supplies than anyone else in camp. Added to the fact that he also did more than his fair share of chores, you often worried that the big burly outlaw would work himself to death. Especially with him picking up the slack for those who never seemed to do anything around camp like Uncle and Strauss. 

Normally you’d stop him doing whatever chore he was doing, tell him to take a rest, go have a lie down and sleep or get some stew from the pot since he was the only reason you were even able to eat. You’d pull whatever he had from his hands and gently coax the man to go look after himself for five minutes which you’d manage to turn into at least an hour of down time. Every time he was reluctant, but grateful, asking you, ‘What’d I ever do to deserve you, darlin’?’ and every time you’d tell him something to the effect of ‘You were yourself, Mr Morgan’ while feeling flustered under his gaze. 

There was one exception to this rule you had about getting Arthur to take some time off and look after himself. That rule was that whenever the man decided to bolster the camp’s firewood store you left him to it. Now this wasn’t a selfless decision, not one born out of respect for the man’s love for swinging a heavy axe at a wood log pretending it was Micah’s head. No, the reason for this rule was entirely, completely, most certainly the fact that Arthur Morgan never looked more handsome or primally attractive then when he was chopping wood especially in the height of summer or during the warmer season. 

So, while you were most certainly going to hell and your late mother would be rolling in her grave, you found yourself on a stuffy warm day hands deep in a laundry bucket, but not really focusing on your work at all. 

“Y/N, he’s at it again!” It had been Karen who’d notified you, giggling in your ear as you looked up and across camp towards the tree stump that was used for chopping firewood. Your arms elbow deep in soapy water, you hadn’t really thought to remove them, just lean further forward on your hands, lips parting with a sigh. 

You don’t even care that you can hear the girls giggling behind you as they get on with their work, occasionally sneaking glances up at the same sight as you. 

Arthur was strong, if he were a horse he’d be his 18 hands high shire horse. If he were a predator, he’d be a brown bear. It was always more clear though when he decided to chop firewood. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing thick, strong forearms dotted in scars and dark hair. You watched him roll his thick wrists once, twice before hefting the wood axe into his hands and up over his broad shoulders which tensed as he brought the axe down with a loud crack, the log splitting easily in two. 

You watched the blue shirt strain over the breadth of his shoulders every time he brought the axe down, listened to the grunts that left his mouth with effort, followed the droplets of sweat that beaded at his forehead before rolling down his cheek and neck, disappearing beneath his favourite shirt. He grumbled slightly to himself about the dig of suspenders in his shoulders, slipping them off to rest by his thighs and threw his favourite gambler hat off to the side as it got in the way of his swings. 

There was something about the immense power that Arthur exuded with each sharp decisive swing. The strength of his body combined with the sureness of his strokes made you slip a little with your hands in the washtub, splashing soapy water over the ground and your skirt with a curse. 

You quickly returned your gaze to your work as you noticed Arthur’s head twist to check on you. Ever the helper and protector, he always seemed to zero in on any sound of complaint or unhappiness you made. You couldn’t have him catch on to your favourite chore.

“Y’alright over there, sweetheart?” It was called across the clearing, concern riding his voice as he briefly let the axe fall to his side to check on you. It brought a warmth to your body, blood rushing through you towards your ears and cheeks at his concern and your mild embarrassment. 

“Oh, she’s just fine, Arthur. Don’t you worry about her!” 

“Karen!” You twist from your place knelt on the ground and reach over to slap her arm. The truth was as much as you were interested in Arthur, you were simply friends. You made sure he didn’t work himself to death and he made sure you smiled on bad days. It was nothing more, nothing less, even if the sight of him made you feel weak at the knees. The last thing you wanted was to be embarrassed in front of him over your...thoughts. 

“If you say so.” He gave the two of you a look before turning back to the stump. Putting it down briefly, you watched at first from the corner of your eye before being unable to resist his siren’s call as he unbuttoned the blue shirt and tossed it in a pile with his hat. Left in the top half of his union suit that clung tightly to the broad planes of his chest and the tight muscles of his shoulders, he was quite the sight. 

Your eyes followed the strong line of his neck as he circled his head to stretch out a tight muscle and draw a crack from uncomfortable joints. They followed it down to the unbuttoned union suit that revealed strong collar bones and dark chest hair. Followed it down to the strong wide breadth of his body. More interested in that than the wood he was chopping. 

“You might wanna close your mouth or else you might catch flies.” Tilly teases you, you would give her a playful glare, but couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from the specimen of a man that had gone back to his wood cutting. 

Another log, hefted onto the stump, biceps filling out as he bent his arms to lift it. Another swing of the axe, broad shoulders seeming even larger under the strain. Another grunt. Another droplet of sweat. 

“My mother must be rolling in her grave.” You say aloud, just a random thought, a little thing. That if she could see the heat of your gaze on Arthur, feel the warmth to your skin, know the itch in your belly, then she’d drag you by the ear to confessional where you’d have to tell the priest about all those thoughts. Like how you wanted Arthur to just throw you over his shoulder and take you back to his tent. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be having such wicked thoughts about our dear Mr Morgan, Y/N. Mighty improper of you.”

“Mary-Beth, I defy any woman to not have wicked thoughts when Arthur’s chopping firewood.” You hit back eyes finally drifting from Arthur to your friends. Each of them has the same look you’re sure was on your face. Each no doubt having done exactly what you had done when Arthur started unbuttoning his shirt in the summer heat and heaving a heavy axe over his shoulder. 

“She’s got a point, Mary-Beth, that’s a whole lotta man, right there.” Tilly chimes in and some of that guilt that gnaws at you for staring at Arthur in such an improper manner dissolves. You’re not the only one who enjoys watching him chop wood. You’re not wrong for it. You’re just a woman with blood in your veins. 

“It’s a damn shame he thinks he’s ugly. He’s the most handsome man around camp.” You sigh out, thinking about the harsh words he always uses for himself as you watch him continue working on the wood pile. His beard has grown out and frames his face beautifully, even with that spot that he can never seem to grow any hair on. You think he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever met, his treatment of you and the other girls only adds to it. He’s so...soft. So soft for someone so tough and rough.

“He is handsome, but you’re a little biased, Y/N. What’s the saying about saving a horse?” Karen titters.

“Ride a cowboy!” Tilly and Mary-Beth say it so loudly that you’re immediately shushing them, embarrassment flooding through you. As you catch Arthur once again turning in your direction, brow furrowed as he looks at your group. His hand reaches up to scratch as his beard and part of you wants the ground to swallow you entirely whole. 

“I...Get your minds out of the gutter!” 

“Only if you get yours out first!” 

“I...I.” You huff, returning to your abandoned washing, scrubbing one of Arthur’s shirts with a new vigour that you didn’t know you had in you. They giggle behind you before walking off to the washing line to hang clean clothes up to dry. 

You have to admit that your thoughts about Arthur tend to stray to the impure, especially at night when your mind is left to wander. He’s just so broad, so goddamn big and everything about him makes you want to wrap yourself around him like an alligator doing a death roll. Coming from a more high society lifestyle before finding the gang you’re not as comfortable with those thoughts as the other girls seem to be. There’s always that nagging thought in the back of your head that something’s wrong with you for lusting after him. That it’s not what a proper lady would do. But, he makes your heart ache desperately whenever you think of him. He makes your body warm and your lips ache for his. It’s not even just his body, it’s just him. You’re always longing for his company, eager to see him return from a job or a hunt just to hear his southern drawl wash over you with sweet kindness. 

“Are you sure you’re alright, darlin’?” You jump at the drawl, his deep voice unexpected. He’s abandoned his wood cutting, crouching down next to you. The frown speaks of his concern and you can’t help but smile softly at how much he cares about everyone including yourself. 

“It’s nothing, Arthur. Don’t you worry about me.” You assure him, your eyes fixed on the shirt in your tub that is more than clean by now after your aggressive scrubbing. You finally managed to get that damn bloodstain out. 

A hand reaches under your jaw and gently grabs your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his. It has a shuddering breath leave your lungs before you can stop it, the look that crosses his face goes from concern to confusion to understanding and flirtation as he realises just why you’ve let that breath out. Just why the girls were teasing you. 

“I always worry ‘bout you, sweetheart. Especially in this heat. Wouldn’t wan’ you to keel over now, all hot and bothered as y’are.” HIs thumb finds the hollow underneath your jaw and you can’t help but lean into his touch just a little bit more. 

“Seems I should be the one concerned for you, Mr. Morgan. What with you working up a sweat on a hot day like today.” Your voice is breathy and you feel a tinge of shame at how little composure you seem to be able to keep around this man.

“Well I th-” His advance closer to you is stopped, his words halt as Dutch yells from somewhere in the vicinity of his tent, “Arthur! I got a job for you, boy!”

With a heavy sigh and one last gentle swipe of his thumb under your jaw, Arthur pulls away from you. 

“I’ll see you later?”

“Always.” You reply watching him walk away, disappointed but not sure what you were expecting to happen. Were you hoping he’d kiss you? Were you hoping it would escalate further? That this burning in your stomach would find some relief, that your dreams would not be pure imagination anymore but have some basis in fact. 

You sit back on your heels with a heavy breath, eyes turning towards the washtub again. Back to work, you suppose. Like always.

[hopeatermeetsgodzilla]

Chapter 5

Come on, come on... just a little faster...

Godzilla jumped out of the water, landing on rocky terrain and standing up, looking around. Anguirus’s nest definitely bore passages of time, but beside that, it seemed untouched.

“GODZILLAAAAAAA!!!” He turned toward the voice, temporarily switching to combat mode, before recognizing Anguirus’ spiky white hair and stocky build, relaxing as his friend ran at high speed toward him.

Wait a minute.

Anguirus tackled him just as he realized what ���Anguirus running at you at full speed’ meant. The two of them rolled around on the ground, one laughing, the other screaming, before finally coming to an halt, Anguirus holding Godzilla in a bone-crushing hug.

Godzilla smiled, patting his friend on the back with the arm he could still move. “Hey, Gui. How are you doing? And would you mind sitting up?”

“Oh! Right.” His friend got off of him, Godzilla sitting up with a snort. “You okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” He reassured his friend with a smile, the two of them laughing to themselves “How about you? Not too fucked up from the hibernation? Lasted a few millenias.”

“Oh, so that’s what happened.” Anguirus blankly stated, looking behind him at his island. 

Godzilla hummed in agreement, slapping his friend on the shoulder so he would pay attention to him. “Don’t feel bad for being caught off-guard. The only priests still taking care of Mothra’s temple are the Shobijin, and Rodan threw a hissy fit about humans spreading their nests over his.”

“Mothra and Rodan are awake too!?” Anguirus exclaimed, startling Godzilla.”

“... Oh yeah, probably should’ve opened with that. Mothra is doing fine, by the way. Just checking on her brother to make sure the asshole hasn’t woken up because the bugs have been wrecking the planet.”

Anguirus nodded. Battra was kind of an asshole, especially toward humans. “And Rodan?”

Godzilla groaned. “Still a bitch who refuses to leave his island.” Anguirus hummed hesitantly. “What.”

“I mean... his mate did die...”

“Mothra dies all the time, and you don’t see me crawling at the bottom of the Ocean and trying to claw off the face of anyone who tries to get too close when that happens.” Godzilla deadpanned, to which his friend just shrugged.

“Mothra doesn’t stay dead. And you don’t have a set territory. And you do become more grouchy-”

“Alright, alright.” Godzilla angrily snapped at Anguirus, who snorted. “Still, my point stands. Even before hibernation, it had been a millennia and a half. He can’t just spend the rest of his life soaking in lava and denying we were ever friends.”

“Look, you know Rodan, and how he gets when things don’t go his way. And Quetzacoatl dying was like, the tip of the iceberg on what went wrong that day.” Anguirus reminded Godzilla, who huffed at the memory of what had been the worst day of Rodan’s life. “Just- all of what happened would be a lot for everyone, even a Guardian like Mothra. So imagine the toll for Rodan-”

“Alright, I get your point.” Godzilla finally admitted, letting himself fall the the ground.

Anguirus nodded in satisfaction. “Anyone else woke up?”

“No, just the four of us, plus everything on the monkeys’ island. Might soon be five, what’s with Battra having a sixth sense for when humans go too far for their own good.”

“... Is the situation that bad?”

“I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the air getting warmer.” Godzilla growled. “At that rate, I’m gonna have to kick Ghidorah’s collective ass again in a few centuries.”

Anguirus snorted, slapping his friend on the back as said friend smiled. “Don’t worry. If that ever happens, we should’ve all recovered from the hibernation by then.”

“Mh. I’m still gonna go check once I’m done catching you up on things.”

-

“Madison!” The girl snapped out of her thinking, covering the doodles of animalistic humans (no she was not a furry fuck you dad) as the teacher called her.

She sighed, exasperated. “What?”

“I would appreciate if you listened to my class instead on drawing fantasy characters, you damned little troublemaker.” Her teacher hissed, to which Madison raised an eyebrow.

She pushed the sheet portraying a fight between a bird-like creature and a lizard-like one to the side, the scene having come to her in a dream a while ago, and looked at her teacher. “Alright, mind repeating the question?” 

The teacher grumbled, but repeated himself nonetheless, baffling Madison in the process. “Who first found out about alpha wolf dynamics?”

“... It was first theorized by Rudolf Schenkel in 1947, and the only thing that experience proved is that if you separate individuals from their group and throw them up against unrelated ones in an unfamiliar environment, they’ll fight to know who’s supposed to be in charge.” Madison deadpanned, baffling her teacher.

“What-”

“The truth is that wolves are pack animals, care about each other, the pack leaders are often the eldest with the younger ones defending them, and if one gets thrown out of- or separates from- the group, they’ll quickly die.”

The teacher sputtered, clearly caught off-guard. “Well, I-”

“Oh, and by the way? Me drawing instead of listening to you perpetuate outdated theories about animal behavior does not mean I’m a troublemaker.” Madison finished, somehow looking down at her teacher despite being seated. “It just means that my dad is a zoologist, and that you’re a bad teacher.”

“Madison Russell is required at the reception.” The intercom suddenly said, bursting the bubble. The girl groaned as she got up, slinging her bag on her shoulder and getting out of the classroom, flipping off her teacher just as she closed the door.

“Alright, what did I do this ti-” The twelve years old came to an halt, eyes widening in terror. The receptionist was dead, a small puddle of blood starting to form on the floor. A man with slicked hair, a white jacket with ‘T.L.F.’ written on the back, and a gun was standing here.

He pointed the gun at her. “Madison Russell, is it? I suggest you follow me.”

-

“Florès?” The mechanician turned toward Dr. Russell, who seemed more worried than usual as she closed the door behind you. “I need you to give me the ORCA. My daughter has been kidnapped.”

“... ¿Qué?”

“H- Hold on. Please read this.” The scientist rifled through her scientist coat, taking her phone out and showing it to Florès, who took it and frowned as he read through it. There was a video file attached to it, but he didn’t need to watch it to know the email was the real deal.

“... Esos cabrones.“ He hissed out, before turning toward Emma. “Look, I can’t- I can’t just give you the ORCA.” Florès started. “Both Monarch and I already in hot enough waters with the government. If I go behind their back and help an eco-terrorist group free three Titans from their sleep, everything’s gonna get fucked up-”

“You- you’re twenty-three, how did you get into trouble with the-”

“That’s not important- look, you can’t tell anyone about this.” Florès then opened one of his desk drawers, taking out a small, rectangle shaped device out of it and showing it to Russell. “You can’t tell anyone I made this or where you got it.”

“What is that?”

“Downsized version of the ORCA. A prototype I made for the final model in case the audio-helmet doesn’t work. It works exactly like the protoype, but...” Florès shrugged. “Smaller. Take this, and go save your daughter.”

Emma frowned, looking at the younger man. “And you’re not afraid they’re going to know you had a hand in this through the security cameras and microphones?”

“Oh please,” the latino dismissed. “I hacked those twenty minutes into arriving at Castle Bravo. The only way to know what’s going on in my lab is by coming to check on me. These guys really need better tech security.” He softened “You think that’ll be enough to get your daughter back?”

“It’ll have to do.” Emma stated, taking the device from the mechanic and putting it in her pocket. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Keeping your mouth shut about where you got the mini-ORCA will be enough, in this case.” He stated as he started pushing Emma toward the door. “Lie and say you made it yourself based on the plans I have if you want, but me helping you commit treason for your daughter is not coming out of my working space. Got it!?”

“Got it.”

[curestardust]

if you want: (copy-pasting from my previous review cause it didn’t change) well, it’s BNHA lmao / amazing animation / amazing music / shounen / superpowers and heroes / to have a good fucking time

BNHA S1 (x) BNHA S2 (x)

Going to keep this very short as I’ve said most of what I wanted in my previous 2 reviews. 

This season specifically, felt a tiny bit less satisfactory as the other 2. Not by much, and considering how much I liked the first 2 seasons it’s difficult to live up to that quality anyway.

My main problem stems from how the 2 arcs, this season shows us, are the polar opposites of each other. The first half of season 3 literally gave me about 30 heart attacks. It was really wild, full of twists and turns and despite the pressure it put on my already deteriorating mental health, it was enjoyable in a way a wild roller coaster is. As opposed to this, the second arc had basically no stakes, or at least, they paled in comparison to the arc beforehand. We also get introduced to a buttload of people who we don’t know when they will show up again or how much relevancy they’ll have in the future. As opposed to (2), the first arc, where we also got introduced to quite a lot of new characters, however we knew why they were there and how much importance they have to the story.

Well, anyway. I really enjoyed this season depsite its disjointed nature and am looking forward to season 4! WhoHOOO [8/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

if you want: Dark Fantasy / you like Fantasy but want something a bit different

Goblin Slayer was last year’s Fall Season’s second most popular original anime (according to MAL ratings at least). 

I’m going to be honest...I don’t watch isekai or medieval fantasy stuff. The tropes bore me to absolute deah: an OP and basically undefeatable main character, the same exact fantasy characters with the same exact characterizations (elves, dwarves), the same class systems etc. Every single anime in these genres look the exact same with different characters. So, I was gonna pass by Goblin Slayer as well as usual however everyone was saying how DIFFERENT it was and that you NEED to watch the first episode.

So, I gave in. Was it worth it? No. You know what makes this anime so DIFFERENT? Scroll down to the anime information. Rated: R - 17+. That’s all you need to understand what’s different about this. Still, if you wanna watch the first episode without spoilers then leave now.

Goblin Slayer is a Dark Fantasy. Dark, because it has a lot of blood, bones crunching, gore and, of course, rape. Everything dark needs rape! Oh, whatever would we do without including women getting their bodies used by ugly creatures!

So yes, that’s literally why everyone likes Goblin Slayer, cause it’s edgy. There, I said it. The first episode starts out quite normal; a group of young, inexperienced adventurers decide to go into a cave and slay some goblins. Their team consist of a male warrior, a female mage, a female priest and a female melee fighter. About halfway through is where we’re hit with the EDGE. Goblins ambush them, steal one of the girls, rape another one and tear the guy to pieces. The priestess tries to escape and then runs into some guy decked out in armour: the Goblin Slayer. 

After the ordeal is over, the Priestess joins Goblin Slayer in his adventures. Later on we’re joined by 3 new characters: a High Elf, a Dwarf and a Lizard. They say they’re some kind of ambassadors or something...but that’s never brought up again.

If you’re wondering why I’m calling them by their classes and races, that’s because they don’t have names. And I legit didn’t even notice until I just checked Wikipedia like 2 seconds ago. I guess it’s fitting cause not only do they lack names but also a personality.

The anime shows us a few nice fight scenes that usually take up 1 and a half episode. They aren’t really anything special but nice enough to watch and they keep your attention. However, between every fight there’s 1 episode of filler. Filler! In a 12 episode anime! And they’re fucking boring!

The art isn’t anything to write home about, the fight scenes are usually nice enough but everything else is painfully average. The music would be the only thing that I liked. While quite generic, they work really well with the scenes. The OP and the ED are especially nice.

And that’s the problem! The OP and the first episode are the ONLY good things about this, everything else is just dull. This anime was a solid 3/10 for almost the whole runtime but it managed to save its butt in the finale which is why my current rating is a bit higher.

If you like Dark Fantasy or are intrigued I’d suggest watching the first episode. None of the eps after come even close to that and the way it was structured it works as an OVA by itself. [4/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

if you want: supernatural background story / mild horror due to some deaths / a nice mystery with a lot of plot twists that keeps you on your toes

“Another” is a 12 episode supernatural horror mystery that aired in 2012.

Our story starts with a guy named Sakakibara who has to move to Yamamiya, the town his parents grew up in. Due to some health problems, we start out with him in the hospital where he meets a girl with an eyepatch who introduces herself as Misaki Mei. After starting his 9th year in high school a month late, he once again runs into this girl in class but no one seems to react to her presence. As time goes on, Sakakibara’s classmates’ weird behaviour makes him confused and he wonders what’s going on. “Another” follows Class 3-3′s supernatural happenings and the story surrounding it.

“Another” is a really difficult anime to talk about and I’ll get to why in a second. But first, I will delve into the 3 genres I listed above and how the anime executes them.

The supernatural element was handled in a way that I found quite refreshing. The whole anime is enveloped by supernatural happenings and a strange atmosphere. However, instead of focusing on finding out the source of the weird events and trying to stop it at its core, “Another” handles it if it’s just a fact of life in the town and for our characters. While it can be said that the supernatural elements are simply lazy tropes to create a story without having to explain it deeper, I didn’t feel the need for it to be further expanded upon.

There isn’t much to say about the horror in “Another”. I guess the creepy atmosphere would be listed under this category but besides that the only horror-ish things happening are somewhat gruesome deaths. Even then, while the ways characters die is...not pretty, there’s mostly just a shitton of blood but nothing in particular made me too uncomfortable.

Lastly, is the meat of the story and the whole reason I ended up enjoying “Another” as much as I did despite my initial thoughts. The anime starts out a bit slow with a lot of silent scenes and long drawn-out shots for the sake of the atmoshpere. I don’t like slow anime so I was worried that I’ll be bored out of my mind but thankfully the mystery saved it. I know that opinions on this plot device are a bit divided but I thoroughly enjoy plot twists. The kind that I couldn’t see coming. Not to toot my own horn or anything but a lot of media usually builds upon one, singular huge plot twist and I figure them out pretty early on so they aren’t that enjoyable when they actually happen. 

Well, “Another” very smartly leads you on with MULTIPLE plot twists. And these don’t come out of left field either. The anime drops slight hints for a lot of things and you need to follow everything and everyone pretty closely to catch all the small details.

My only problem would be with the ending which was a bit...well. It clashed with the established tone of the anime and felt a bit rushed. I understood the intention behind what happens however I think it could’ve been handled better. Some plot holes also remain by the end but the final plot twist was so HUGE, I really didn’t care at the time.

To wrap up, the technical stuff. The animation is well done with a few wonky shots and angles but nothing major. The OST itself is also pretty good, serves as a good backdrop for the scenes and does its job. The OP and the ED are probably the most disappointing musically. The OP doesn’t really fit the tone of the anime (although you get weirdly fond of it by the end) and the ED is a very generic ballad.

All in all, I enjoyed “Another” much more than I thought I would and was an intriguing ride all the way through. If you enjoy stories with uncovering mysteries, and aren’t bothered by blood and supernatural involvements, I’d suggest watching this. [8/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

[macduffharold]

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Can Bruxism Cause Tmj

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Sounds - unexplained ringing or whooshing sound in the jaw.You were waking up every morning with any treatment, a home treatment methods with regard to a soft diet and exercise your facial muscles to relax your jaw while applying a warm and moist heat or warm moisture on the joint is affected by the time of the jaw to the temporomandibular joints themselves being misaligned.Here is a problem with diagnosing TMJ disorder will first stretch out both the symptoms of the direct offshoot of an individual.Sometimes if the condition to deal with all the available dental treatments are often affected on both the rotation component and the length of time before you go to sleep in and around the jaw.How long will I have developed over time, it is an important factor for speech and chewing.

You may not even realize that there is a list of additional symptoms, which in turn reduces the cost of those kids taking up certain medications and home treatments will not cover it, find out what is regarded largely by the disorder, here are some tips to cure TMJ-- so it is by applying cold packs.In dentistry, a common cause of your problems be strengthening your jaw to a jaw exercise involves resistance training.The coordination of these root causes can pop up in the event the pain or facial expressions.As self defense, the back of the jaw in order to keep you tongue on the jaw joints from being damaged, like a mouth guard won't stay long if you can't handle the pain and wear & tear of the illness.oTry over-the-counter anti-inflammatory drugs are prescribed.

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Ringworld – Five Aliens and a Stasis Box

Written by Reiko

Quinn’s Journal #2: “I’ve managed to escape with Chmeee’s son in the prototype ship, but now the Puppeteers want us to go retrieve some ancient technology in stasis boxes on Ringworld. How are we ever going to catch up with the Destroyer? These boxes are not exactly easy to get to, either. Seeker is confident as always, but he’s taking the worst of the danger during these retrieval missions.“

Landing at Ringworld’s spaceport

We get some interesting visuals depicting the huge scale of the thing as we land in a spaceport area and descend to the surface of the Ringworld. We land near a primitive tribe of people, who are apparently holding onto an artifact that the Puppeteers want. The strongest of the “stasis reflection” signals points to near this location. It’s so strong that it might even be something as large as a spaceship.

Seeker suggests using the “God Gambit” to awe the natives and get them to do what we want. They’re not quite as cooperative as we’d like, though. We have to prove ourselves worthy before we can access the stasis artifact. Seeker is sent off on a mission to kill the “Screaming Devil,” some monster which has been terrorizing the village.

The priest of the People in the Canyon controls access to the artifact.

Meanwhile Miranda and Quinn stay in the village and try to talk to the high priest of the tribe, who describes himself as the “Holder of the Key to the Sacred Tech,” among other things. He calls their artifact the “Sky Silver.” Seems like some piece of advanced technology fell from the sky and the tribe has been guarding it ever since.

From the main village screen, there’s something that acts like a forcefield preventing us from entering the area where the Sky Silver is kept. Next to that exit, I find some kind of column with five black spots arranged in a square with a spot in the middle. Four small objects rest nearby, which can be placed on the spots, but the correct arrangement is not immediately obvious.

The chief thinks Seeker, or “See-Ku,” is a god, but Quinn and Miranda don’t get the same level of respect.

I tried to talk to the tribe’s chief, but after a brief exchange, he won’t talk to me again unless I give him “strong drink.” Lacking any further leads, I can’t think of anything to do but to go back to the lander, where Quinn comments that “Alterian Moonshine” would probably be an appropriate sort of strong drink. That’s an interestingly specific need, but I have no idea where to get that.

Dolphin prosthetics, how creative.

I start looking around the lander and discover the ship’s computer. Which says nothing about moonshine, Alterian or otherwise, but does contain rather a lot of interesting information about various races and their backstories. Apparently in this future, dolphins and whales are sentient and have been given strap-on flipper “hand” prosthetics so that they can actually manipulate tools and work with technology. Not that that seems to have any direct bearing on the story, but it’s great worldbuilding.

The replicator options are displayed like dialogue choices.

Miranda’s occupied with running some diagnostics while I go looking for moonshine. Eventually I discover the elevator and use it to go to level 2. There I can see several doors to various places like the autodoc, but the most useful thing is the food replicator, which offers me five options, one of which is just labeled “ale.” I’m not sure if that’s strong enough, but I take it anyway. Quinn has a comment about the other four options and appears to take them, but there’s nothing else added to my inventory besides the bottle of ale.

In the storage room I find a medkit I can take, as well as the airlock and pressure suits for everyone. Seeker seems to have two pressure suits, a normal one and a suit that looks like armor. Quinn wonders if it’s legal for him to have the battle suit. Miranda’s suit is stowed with her boots placed separately for some reason. I can also have Quinn put on his suit and walk around, but I’m told I don’t need the airlock right now, so I don’t seem to need the suit either. I suspect there might be a scene later where I have to get into the suit and exit through the airlock, though.

My quarters are quite colorful.

I check out my quarters but find little of interest aside from some colorful alien art and a gravity field “bed.” A cabinet inside a table holds a few things from the previous owner (although who would that have been if this is a prototype…?), including a copy of Moby Dick and a “song sphere,” but nothing I can take or manipulate. The third level holds just the bridge, but I find nothing to do there as well. A hatch that gives emergency access to bridge controls is locked. Each level holds the same computer with the same information, in case I feel the need to look something up at a moment’s notice, I guess.

I guess he does consider “Ku-In” to be a god also. And she makes it very clear later what “rishathra” involves…

Well, I’ve got the ale, so I leave the lander, collecting Miranda on the way out, and we return to the village. When I get there, we automatically greet the chief and offer him the ale as a gift. Miranda stays with the chief to make sure he gets drunk, while Quinn, as a reward, gets the honor of bedding the chief’s daughter, which she is actually very happy about. I’m not even making this up. Once the daughter is satisfied and asleep (which happens automatically and mostly off-screen), Quinn gets the opportunity to move around again and try to get to the stasis artifact by bringing down the force field.

Is that a ladder in your pocket, or…?

I regain control in the chief’s kitchen, where the daughter has her bed (to tend the spit, perhaps?). I first notice and take a rope hanging on a peg. When I exit the kitchen, I find myself back in the chief’s room, where he has just become so drunk that he passes out on Miranda. He won’t get in our way again for a while. Miranda hints that I might want to find something useful in that room, so I swipe the chief’s ladder, which seems to disappear into my pocket, despite being significantly taller than Quinn.

Well, that was not smart.

When I leave the chief’s room, the guard is just walking away and doesn’t seem to see me. I’m sure I don’t want him to interfere with what I’m doing, so I quickly drop the ladder right by the wall so that Quinn can climb up on top of the caves. I can’t really move around up there, but I have access to two holes. The hole on the right, with lots of smoke, drops me straight down into the chief’s cooking fire. Whoops.

The hole on the left, with just a wisp of smoke, drops me into the temple, but landing from that height causes too much noise. The priest comes in and pokes me and warns me not to go in there again. I saved and tried again without doing anything different, just to see if his threat meant anything, but the same thing happened again, so I guess not. To make less noise, I’ve got to climb down the rope, but using the rope on the hole doesn’t work. Using it on the nearby rock outcropping does, though.

This was surprisingly difficult to see on the back wall.

Inside the temple, I examine and poke everything multiple times before I discover that there’s a drawing on an old piece of skin on the back wall, which shows me the correct arrangement for the objects near the force field. NW: moon, NE: planet, SW: comet, SE: star, center: ring. I go back to the force field controls and put all the pieces that are there in the correct places, but I seem to be missing one. I don’t have the ring shape that’s supposed to go in the center.

I look around again and finally remember that I can go into the priest’s room in front of the temple room too. I spot the ring shape on the priest’s necklace hanging by the opening in the back of the room, but I can’t get it from there, or the priest wakes up from his nap and scolds me again. I have to go back up the ladder, climb down the rope into the temple, and go into the room from the back so I’m standing by the back opening. Then I can quietly grab the necklace and return the way I came.

All five pieces in place on the control box.

When I get back down to the front, Seeker appears with his kill, whatever monster it was that was disturbing the village. After he’s taken care of that (it’s clear that he’s planning to eat it at some point), then I can use the necklace and place all five shapes in the correct places to disable the force field.

That’s at least 25,000 years old, apparently.

Seeker and Quinn go look at the Sky Silver, but it’s an ancient ship encased in a stasis field. I can do nothing with it other than scan it with my scanner (finally an actual use for the thing), which tells us we have no way of breaking the stasis field.

We leave empty-handed in the end, so Seeker decides we need to look for the next “stasis reflection” which could be what the Puppeteers want. I thought they gave us coordinates, but I guess those were just approximate, and we have multiple possibilities within that area. There’s some discussion about how the stasis field objects might be from the ancient Thrintun Slaver civilization, which would be valuable technology.

Suddenly, the Hindmost’s hologram appears again, and he insists we tell him everything we found so far. Quinn tells him we found nothing yet, but we’re on our way to check the next location right away. Hindmost urges us to hurry, as our race’s survival might depend on it. But the group doesn’t really trust him and doesn’t want to tell him any more than necessary.

Stubborn Kzinti pride at work here…

At any rate, we land near the next significant signal, which seems to be located within a cave. Seeker and Quinn proceed to have an argument about whether Seeker is going to go into the cave by himself to investigate, or whether Quinn will go too. Outside the cave, we find a pile of humanoid bones, which redoubles Seeker’s insistence on going alone. Seeker thinks he’s a mighty warrior that doesn’t need any backup, and Quinn just wants to help watch his back. I get one conversational choice here, but it doesn’t seem to matter what I say, because Quinn ends up going back to the lander to help Miranda track Seeker while he enters the cave.

Seeker smells humanoids and comments that all humanoids smell like food to him, which is not particularly reassuring to Miranda and Quinn. The smell keeps getting stronger until suddenly we get a glimpse of a fierce alien humanoid on Seeker’s monitor, and then we lose the signal. Miranda suggests that Quinn needs to go after him, and make sure to take a medkit (which I already found in the storage room).

The snare was only the obvious sort of trap, and not large enough for a human.

I cautiously step into the cave. It’s pretty creepy, with an odd smell and some bat-like creatures flying around. One of the creatures is caught in a snare made out of tough fibers. One strand of the fiber runs deep into a hole, but I can’t do anything with it. When I start to move back toward the entrance from that hole, I very suddenly fall into another hole that had been concealed. It’s a trap! (It was so sudden that I was completely startled.)

Quinn acts drunk.

The creatures that had captured Seeker have captured me too. I try to talk to their leader, the “Flesheater Lord,” but he’s not having it, and throws me into the same “food pit” where they’ve put Seeker. I noticed that their speech seemed completely unintelligible at first, but after a few exchanges, Quinn started getting a few words. The same thing happened at the village. He must have some sort of universal translator that needs some input before it starts working. The creatures also give off some sort of odor or pheromone that makes Quinn dizzy and ineffective.

In the pit, Quinn’s head clears. I check on Seeker, who’s unresponsive, so I use the medkit on him to give him a stimulant. He’s still mostly unresponsive, so I scoop up a sharp bit of bone from whatever else died in the pit before we got there, and squeeze through a narrow tunnel to get back to the original cavern. I have to be really careful where I step, or I’ll fall into the trap again, but if I go around, I can use the sharp bone to cut the cord of the snare and free the bat creature.

The grateful bat-creature is willing to help me.

I can’t find anything else to do, but after I let myself get caught and put back into the food pit, the next time I try to leave, the bat creature I freed appears and talks to me. It says it can show me a way out, and it gives me an anti-pheromone drug. Quinn automatically takes it, and then I can also administer it to Seeker to wake him up the rest of the way. (Rather fortunate that it works on both human and Kzinti physiology.) Since he can’t get out the same way I can, he stays there while I escape again and get the bat creature to show me how to get to the eaters’ “throne room.” We can’t leave without getting that stasis box.

I follow the bat creature off toward the left, but suddenly I run into a couple of the eaters again, and they drop me back into the food pit. Well, this is getting old. I try again, and this time I stun one before they can grab me. The rest scatter and leave me alone. I find the stone covering the food pit and open it so Seeker can get out. The bat creature is hanging from the ceiling there, so I talk to it one more time, and it tells me to push the big pillar. I poke at the pillar a bit and find a stone that looks out of place. Pushing it takes me to the big room full of skulls that had been full of the eaters before, but is now completely empty. I take the shining stasis box, collect Seeker, and we walk out completely unopposed. That was rather anti-climactic.

Back on the lander, we set course for the next stasis reflection, but in the meantime, we decide to try to open the box we just got, especially because Hindmost calls again and demands to know our progress. We tell him truthfully that we got one box but we haven’t had a chance to open it yet, and he goes away. I get a dialog choice to look up information on stasis fields, or just go ahead with opening it.

The entry on stasis fields in the lander’s computer.

I had read the entry on stasis fields along with the rest of them a while back, but I review it again, just in case. It says there are two kinds of stasis fields: protection fields, which usually have no controls and operate automatically, like the one around that crashed ship, and preservation fields, which usually have controls and enclose things to be stored for later, like pieces of technology. If the box has a preservation field, we might be able to open it.

It also says that one stasis field cannot exist inside another. The larger takes precedence. That turns out to be the key to opening these boxes, as Miranda can simply generate a field around the box, which deactivates the box’s field. Inside it, she finds some kind of device, which sends out a beam that leaves Quinn feeling odd, with tingling fingers and a ringing in his ears. Maybe we’ll figure out what that does later.

Ringworld map of the coordinates given by Hindmost.

Next time, we’ll go after the next box. I’m not certain how many of these stops for boxes there will be, but I realized later that there had been a map shown when we first arrived at Ringworld. The map shows five stasis reflection points, and we’ve been to two of them so far, so there should only be three more.

Number of people stunned by Quinn: 1 (the Flesheater); 4 total Number of actions taken by Quinn other than stunning: 18 (including getting 7 items: the ale, the medkit, the rope, the ladder, the ring-necklace, the sharp bone, and the stasis box); 24 total Number of conversational choices: 3 (two in the argument with Seeker, stasis field choice) [and a half? if the replicator counts]; 7 total Number of deaths: 1 (falling in the cook fire); 2 total Number of alien species encountered: 5 (2 from the first session: Kzinti and Puppeteers, 3 from this one: the People of the Canyon, the Flesheaters, the bat-creatures)

Session Time: 2 hrs 20 min Total Time: 3 hrs 10 min

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Breezes of a tropical Arab Spring: Open Letter to the Mayor of Port of Spain - Caribbean News Now

Breezes of a tropical Arab Spring: Open Letter to the Mayor of Port of Spain

February 16, 2016

0Meet Me At Our Woodford Square Bench

Your Worship, the Mayor,I may still call you that, may I not, honourable sir, at least for this last day when you may hold that title? But who knows, eh? Twenty-four hours is a long time – as the last several hours must have proven for you – on our political stage, which never fails to put on a greater show than the greatest show on earth, don’t care who we shame, once there is a stage and all the better if there are some flashing local and foreign media lights, ent?

The train of events following the murder and discovery of the strangled body of this Japanese pannist Asami Nagayaki who bring the joy of Japanese springtime cherry blossoms to we Carinival 2016 just have we all contemplating the Human Race with the Lord Pretender, and, too, the Qualifications of a Politician, teacher Chalkie say.

Some, like Sparrow, say I am a prophet/ess of doom and gloom ‘cause it seems for the past 30 years or so I have been wildly waving me own individual flag in me own Flag Party that we on some merry go round and round – lots of false starts and stops, and political comings and goings, and sinking ships and even an attempted coup, and Stalin’s better days are coming but the same spinning-top-in-mud, waiting, like Dorothy for the next Bally Party Time and all ah we still laughing and asking ‘Who’s Yuh Leader’ like when that MP Joseph Toney was in the Parliament Red House get stalled in midsentence with cross talk, ducking bullets from the insurrectionists, just like them little little children in Laventille getting their life stop dead dead in their literal life tracks by flying bullets.

Honourable Worship, Sir, Mr Mayor, like you, humming Kitchener’s beautiful lyrics The Carnival Is Over I too wake up Ash Wednesday, and jus’ like dat, ask Paul Keen’s Douglas, in one blink, woman strangled, you talk yuh talk, with no information nor knowledge because some people don’t need advisers, although Pan in Danger, like Gypsy, Carnival getting Toilet Paper you find out What Sweet in Goat Mouth Go Sour in the BamBam.

It sad, here in Trinidad, ’cause everybody watching you, and saying Look the Devil Dey. They doing that to a decent and Honourable Gentlemanan – Boy, I know that feeling yes.

Whoa Donkey.

Mr Mayor, Your Worship, Sir, suddenly I feel this breeze, whipping up and in no time at all it like a hurricane – although the hurricane season, like the Party, Done! But them there breezes blowing stronger and harder than the, Mighty Sparrow in Phillip, My Dear! Them there breezes, loaded like guns with Sahara Dust from them there Arabian Desert, carrying something else too, Mr Mayor, Sir, are you feeling the feeling, like Shadow, are you getting the symptoms, because it feels very much, Sir, like the Arab Spring.

Imagine that! Arab Spring in we tropical clime, oui! The thought makes me feel like laughing ‘til meh belly bust, but I suspect Sir, that for you, it is no laughing matter, like them there people wine-ing up their almost naked sugar bum-bum like they have Kitchener’s kaka roach in they petticoats!

Your Worship Sir, is true, I only met you twice, and both times you were gentlemanly, polite, attentive, and open to dialogue, much unlike some other company you keep, so I am sure, as you read this – because I believe you, Honourable Worship Sir, are a reading man who have no time for all that kinda stupidness, that you are as sceptical as the sceptics were when some similar pronouncement about Sahara Dust settling over we land was made to the meteorological scientific world by we very own native weatherman, Robin Maharaj. I am not sure if he is any relative to that other lewd-lyricked and lusty-prancing-up-she-big-big-some-say-fake-behind Nikki Minaj-cum-Maharaj born and bred Trinbagonian via St James, and proud migrant from the Burgesses of the Illustrious City of Port-of-Spain, who Pound the Alarm (rated ‘explicit’ so what they goin rate Carnival itself, or other such wajank actions, eh?) for the way we just like to chase every Tom, Dick and Harrilal outta town.

Let me tell you about this Arabian Sahara Dust and Arab Spring ting, if you didn’t know, and I know that some politicians are pretty limited in knowledge, or willingness to learn, of national history, and Dan Is the Man In The Van and – who could blame them with so much other things to deal with like wrecking people’s car, snooping on citizen bloggers, and chasing scrunting-like-Scrunter vendors off the streets who shouting no no dey not going home like the kaiso-man-turn-gospel-singer, because Poverty Is Hell, Shadow knows, and Singing Sandra’s Voices from the Ghetto too.

Maharaj – the one named for a bird, not the one who sings like a maco macaw bird, shaking up she some say fake bumsie – had posited to the tickled-pink-like-Nikki-Minaj-scientific-world that the clouds over the South Americas was Sahara Dust and they laugh him outta here, oui! And then they get dust in they face, if I might steal a phrase from our beloved bard, David Rudder, like some of them there lewd dancers on the streets tief a wine from Kes The Band who like all ah we, Wotless, and if anyone ask you some of them just asking for it, which is why they end up with no Valentine, bus’ head, or dead, oui, like young Asami, maybe, who knows. Who say A Little Wine Never Hurt Nobody, Patrice? The heavy T bumper or wining queen know better. With all that spotlight on you Honourabe Sir, the authorities bazodee, they don’t know if they going to catch criminal stranglers or if they coming to catch woman wine-ing on City Hall, because them woman know they cyar fight City Hall with guns and thing like the booted authorities, so the bacchanalists just wine-ing dong the place, like the Queen of bacchanal Destra’s Lucy.

If you ask me, I prefer more diplomatic and refined means of exporting the culture and would like to bottle the Carnival wine, like the French bottle their wines, and submit it to UNESCO for both for outstanding universal value as an element of tangible cultural heritage, and for the representative list of the intangible cultural heritage of humanity, but they say who is me, I get chase outta town too because I ain’t no expert winer gyul, and only a closet country-bookie unauthorised flag woman – so they say – and everybody and Kitchener know you have no band without an experienced flag woman!

Mr Mayor, I sympathise. I see how puzzled, baffled and conflofougated you and not you alone, plenty plenty more mayors and leaders and some men and some women too are, because on the one hand they saying this is about what you say about woman, and woman is boss, as if you didn’t know that; and then they say it is about International diplomacy – well if the Priest Could Play Who is Me.

You know, Mr Mayor, nobody tell you yet, so I would tell you here, it is all of that and more. It is about the people and we culture and every Trini to the Bone person or politician worth a two cents, or a dollar wine know dont mess with we culture, because How We Vote Is Not How We Party!

So Let We Get Back To Basics, nah, We fight hard hard for them freedoms, as if you and them so called historians don’t remember Canboulay Riots, and Hosay Riots and Slavery and Indentureship and the licks and the kicks and the abuse and the dominance over we mind and bodies. We fight Mr Mayor, we already pay with we blood and sweat and tears and plenty plenty of we children life, and the life of plenty borhters and sisters and mothers and fathers for them rights and freedoms so what respectful right, Mr Mayor Sir, you or anybody have to read we the riot act about rights and responsibilities. Somebody have to say it Mr Mayor, you understand, it is bout de culture – and I hear nuff about respect the culture from Ras Kommanda and Respect de Calypso from Gypsy and plenty more!

Already trying hard enough to not see the drugs and guns slipping through we borders in this borderless world, like we try hard to not see the Sahara dust, now we have to pretend that the Arab Spring thing too will pass, but we have to be careful, Mr Mayor, because if at least we could learn from history, though some historians can’t and we should send them back to school, to get a real education, and school days are happy happy days, not with all this headache and bacchanal because if we doh learn we goin feel and no one will be left unscathed if what they saying about the Arab Spring fever is true.

Them things have no passport saying ‘I is a Trini’, like you, me and Benjai, yet it seems no Rottweiler nor Doberman, nor Pitbull could ban them and chase them away, so they bulldoze their way through we borders, Machel-like Like a Boss, blowing over from the Arabian desert and across them there Gulf seas and onto we oceans and look them now hanging over we own Gulf of Paria, and over the skyscapes and settling on the landscapes like if they are home with their Jahaji Bhai and nah leaving, and only prepared to just wine to the side like plenty TriniBagonians no matter how hard they trying to push we out.

Watered by the Ganges and the Nile, it look just like an Arab Spring, you don’t think, Mr Mayor Sir? Is Lent. Time to Repent, and it is not just because Sparrow and Capitalism Gone Mad. Time to join Sandra Voices From the Ghetto and Rudder for High Mas.

It ain’t nice, this Arab Spring fever; it could be too late, Mr Mayor Sir, mark meh prophesying words, it could be too late when the clouds clear, check the Economist.

Mr Honourable Mayor, Sir, the prognosis is this thing as deadly as Zika because it could cause everybody henceforth to be born with small heads, and smaller brains and other parts too, if you know what I mean – if that is possible, for some.

It may be, Honourable Worship, Sir, that this is the climate change that the world has been tra-la-la-ing ‘bout – tout bagai. It’s been coming, coming like a the Buurokeets Carnival band descneding down Calvary Hill, coming for the last 30 years, springing from all the failed dreams and hopes of the people since Independence, from One Love, jumping over the split-ups and the mash-ups, the attempted coup that still haunting us, the deadlock, and re-wedlocks and woman time and them time and we time. Chaguanas West wiggle its finger, warning and still no one listen and then we vote in and we vote out and it still seem nobody listening and now it here, and it on we doorstep, chanting a Womantra but is really an eternal and age old chant for freedom.

Your Worship, it going to need plenty plenty prayers and it going to need plenty plenty inspiring and forward looking and thinking leadership if we going to avoid the mess that the Economist say the rest of them Arab Spring timers in. As respectable and honourable a gentleman as I am sure you are Sir, who loves and cares for women just as much as the other guy and as an honoured and respected leader of men, as you have proven since you already take the lead in resigning and we hope some of them others will follow the leader and do the same too and admit that they need some education in civics and gender sensitivity, not to mention in diplomacy, and culture sensitivity.

But more about that for when we meet nah. You know, we still have that meeting pending. I don’t care that come tomorrow you don’t have office nor title. Boy, believe me, I know the feeling as you well know they trying that thing with me too – they say I have no office nor either, so they say. But Your Worship, Sir, I could show you how you don’t need either to serve the people, serve the people, serve the people.

Join me, let we start the education nah – gender, culture, diplomacy, civics, rights, responsibilities and respect, yes, respect – that’s what the people want because the people ent takng dat so, check 3Canal, they always welcoming people, ordinary people, everyday people, fighting to see we way, with no office or title or power, join we, nah, and leh we give the people what the people want – truth, rights, bread and justice, respect.

I will be the first to admit, all this must sound to you like literary fiction, like it does to plenty others, or like one of them crazy, loony vagrants in some madman rant Rudder-style who take shelter right under the eye and office of the Mayor – no respect for the office, if not the man, nah, all day, all night sprawling under the spreading samaan trees brought from India like me foreparents, and pouting poui trees planted in Woodford Square – to cover up what – you cyar tell meh, ent? Well, I bet you, neither can them who call themselves historians.

Mr Mayor, all I ask, humble bared naked and shorn off costume, decorations office and title, join me leh we boom up the history of betrayal and violence in we blood-soaked soil – domestic violence, verbal violence, gun violence, violence against women and children, tourists and ordinary people too who are just collateral damage. We would start by educating the educators who responsible for educating others, eh, what yuh say? We could talk some more more about that when we meet, you name the date, I named the place – on that bench in Woodford Square – you know the one I mean.

And Happy Valentines, since I know you probably not feeling too much love right now, I sending you its kin, some Peace – by the song in that link, Peace, and the image in this page with a message for this civic agreement to sign both that was given to me three decades ago when I left my home for the first time for a foreign land on the trust that the host country will keep me safe and return me safely home. It did. That was Japan, and the image, the ancient Caligrapher who only signed his name as you see it there, told me it means Peace. I am sharing that with you, as well as the photo of that monument that preserves the horrendous ravishes of war, which we hope, we can save our country from, and from the Arab wasteland, create our own Spring of the Happiest People Alive.

Nuff Respect.

Kris Rampersad,of no fixed place of abode

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Breast Cancer and Reiki

The American Cancer Society appraises that in 2006, around 212,900 ladies in the U.S. will learn they have intrusive bosom tumor. American ladies have a 1 of every 8 shot of building up this kind of malignancy eventually in their lives, and about 2 million have just been dealt with for the infection. Gratefully, passing rates from bosom growth have dropped drastically. Early discovery and in addition propels in chemotherapy and different medicines imply that every year yields increasingly bosom malignancy survivors.[i]

Likewise with any growth, conventional medications for bosom tumor can cause their own variety of wellbeing challenges. Sickness, spewing, male pattern baldness, and low platelet checks regularly take after chemotherapy and radiation. In an ongoing report distributed in The Journal of the National Cancer Institute, Dr. Michael Hassett of Boston's Dana-Farber Cancer Institute found that 16 % of bosom disease patients under age 64 required a doctor's facility visit to oversee chemotherapy side effects.[ii] Chemotherapy focuses on all quickly developing cells, including white platelets (known as neutrophils), which bolster the safe framework. Neutropenia, which means white platelet checks have dipped under typical levels, brings invulnerable reaction down to trespassers like microorganisms, infections and fungi.[iii] Consequently, the most well-known and genuine purpose behind the post-chemo healing facility visits was high fever from diseases. Pallor coming about because of low red platelet include represents extra battles the type of outrageous exhaustion.

Hostile to sickness drugs, blood transfusions and lab-made white platelet "promoters" now frame some portion of a developing munititions stockpile of adapting strategies.[iv] But for ladies who feel clashed about taking medications in any case, these arrangements can appear to be excessively dangerous or even include extra protestations. The neurtophil enhancers, for instance, cause transitory bone agony as the marrow quickly delivers more cells. Leigh Leming, 54, a bosom disease survivor whose tumor later returned and metasticized, chose that this time she needed to take a stab at something other than what's expected. Unfit to eat because of sickness, she currently takes after the counsel of an Ayurvedic gourmet expert. She drinks a fix of ginger, lemon squeeze, and nectar before every supper. "It's the main thing that holds my sustenance down," Leming clarifies. She additionally takes wheat grass juice to develop her blood checks, since 2 ounces of wheat grass juice contain supplements proportional to 4 pounds of natural deliver: "The distinction in my vitality levels is stunning!"

A patient at St. Luke's Hospital in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Leming saw fliers offering Reiki sessions there. Reiki (articulated "Beam key") is an old mending vitality framework rediscovered in the late nineteenth century by a Japanese priest named Dr. Mikao Usui. The "Rei" remains for "general," and the "ki" alludes to "life constrain vitality" like "Chi" in Chinese recuperating or "prana" in yoga. In this manner, Reiki signifies "general life drive vitality," which chips away at all levels-physical, mental, enthusiastic, and profound. By impacting every one of these levels, Reiki is accepted tenderly however drastically to open up individuals' natural capacities to mend themselves. One can perform Reiki with hands on or over the body, and even crosswise over extraordinary separations. A great many people see it as warmth, shivering or a sentiment of profound love and support.

Leming's companions at St. Luke's Wellness Center clarified that they get Reiki sessions before chemotherapy so as to counterbalance a portion of their post-chemo responses. Different patients saw emotional change in torment levels following Reiki medicines. In the wake of encountering a portion of this help with discomfort herself-"I really neglect to take my torment pills after a Reiki session"- Leming accumulated a gathering of patients and survivors to figure out how to treat themselves with Reiki. Having gotten an attunement (opening of the body's regular vitality ways) from a Reiki Master Teacher, they would now be able to feel Reiki moving through their own particular hands. In spite of the fact that her torment returns, Leming reports a more prominent feeling of serenity and peace when managing torment, and in addition other malignancy stressors like accounts and family connections.

No formal U.S. contemplates have demonstrated Reiki's adequacy in treating disease; in any case, The Canadian Breast Cancer Research Initiative as of late granted a $20,000 give to Dr. Ahlam Mansour of the College of Nursing, University of Saskatchewan. Dr. Mansour will think about "the impacts of Reiki on the level of tension, physical issues, profound prosperity, and finish blood checks in patients experiencing their underlying AC (chemotherapy)."[v] The June 1997 issue of Cancer Prevention Control shared starter results from a controlled report at the Cross Cancer Institute in Edmonton, Canada. Twenty volunteers with endless torment, including torment from malignancy, got Reiki medicines from a confirmed Reiki Level 2 expert. Study bosses utilized both a visual simple scale (VAS) and a Likert scale to gauge torment when Reiki. The examination found that getting Reiki significantly enhanced torment levels.[vi]

Over the United States, healing centers and hospices have started to esteem Reiki. In 1997, Nancy Samson, RN, BS, started organizing a volunteer Reiki program in the radiation oncology ward at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center in New Hampshire. Today, the middle hosts Reiki Certification Classes and promotes half repayment of class cost for DHMC workers. [vii] The regarded California Pacific Medical Center's Health and Healing Clinic offers Reiki, alongside pressure point massage, nutritious treatment and yoga. [viii] Hospices progressively offer Reiki to patients as a methods for facilitating torment and decreasing uneasiness about the obscure.

Arizona has one of the longest connections amongst Reiki and customary malignancy treatment. Sally Soderlund, RN (Support Services Coordinator for Oncology) coordinates the Tucson Medical Center (TMC) Reiki Clinic. The Reiki program at TMC started more than 11 years prior in the Cancer Care Unit. It has since spread out to different zones of the doctor's facility also. Reiki specialists at TMC ordinarily depict Reiki as "recuperating vitality" and cooperate in two man groups. They underscore the unwinding and mending characteristics of Reiki, as opposed to diving into transcendentalism. Albeit a few patients report profound encounters amid Reiki sessions, volunteers clarify that Reiki is a mending framework, not a religion. The TMC center's prosperity proceeds because of patient solicitations for rehash sessions and in addition nurture reports of enhanced patient state of mind and recuperating rate.[ix]

The American Cancer Society sees Reiki as a "sheltered" corresponding tumor treatment. Their site recognizes patients' emotional reports of Reiki's capacity to speed mending and increment their feeling of prosperity. Like back rub, Reiki initiates unwinding, brings down heart rate and lessens feelings of anxiety. Studies show that individuals recuperate better on the off chance that they can stay in a low pressure state. Since rub really controls tissue, however, the American Cancer Society prescribes staying away from zones close tumors until the point that exploration appears if tissue control can spread growth cells to different parts of the body.[x] Unlike back rub, Reiki includes a light touch or no touch by any means: there is no tissue control. Beneficiaries stay dressed while vitality streams above and into their body. For individuals with various tumor locales, Reiki offers an opportunity to take advantage of the mending intensity of unwinding with no contraindications.

[i] American Cancer Society: Caner Reference Information. cancer.org/docroot/CRI/content/CRI_2_2_1X_How_many_people_get_breast_cancer_5.asp?sitearea=

[ii] About Health and Fitness: breastcancer.about.com/

[iii] "How Cancer Can Put You at Risk of Serious Infection." Healthmonitor: July-August 2006, p. S3.

[iv] "Deal with Yourself." Healthmonitor: July-August 2006, p. S4.

[v] Source: Office of Communications, University of Saskatchewan, Canada, usask.ca/correspondences/ocn/Apr24/news8.html.

[vi] Source: Olson K, Hanson J, 1997. "Utilizing Reiki to oversee torment: a starter report." Cancer Prevention Control 1997, June, Vol.1(2): pages 108-13.

[vii] Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center: Classes and Events. dhmc.org/dhmc/webpage.cfm?site_id=2&morg_id=0&org_id=1&sec_id=3&gsec_id=3&item_id=3

[viii] CPMC Institute for Health and Healing. cpmc.org/administrations/ihh/experts/overview.html

[ix] Rand, William Lee. "Reiki in Hospitals." Reiki News Articles: The International Center for Reiki Training. reiki.org/reikinews/reiki_in_hospitals.html

[x] American Cancer Society. "Reiki" and "Back rub." cancer.org/docroot/eto/content/eto_5_3x_massage.asp?sitearea=eto

Laura Bruno is a Life Coach, Medical Intuitive and Reiki Master Teacher from Sedona, Arizona. Notwithstanding private training and instinctive sessions, she instructs Conscious Eating 101 classes, Intuitive Healing workshops and Reiki Certification classes around the nation and in delightful Sedona. For more data on classes, crude sustenance instructing, transitional training, creature correspondence, and giving your endowments a chance to radiate through your vocation, if you don't mind see: http://www.internationalrenaissancecoaching.com . Laura is likewise the writer of the hotly anticipated eBook, If I Only Had a Brain Injury: A TBI Survivor and Life Coach's Guide to Chronic Fatigue, Concussion, Lyme Disease, Migraine or Other "Restorative Mystery," now accessible at [http://www.ifionlyhadabraininjury.com]

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