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Sunday, April 28, 2019
Saturday, April 27, 2019
buzz off BOT
I take note of my page views and their country of origin, and have an Italian-based BOT
or Spider or somesuch entity that looks at 60-80 "pages" every other day.
buzz off.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Monday, April 22, 2019
Saturday, April 20, 2019
godanblot, freya's day
"If Jesus suffered and died, why is it called Good Friday?
The term "Good" as applied to Good Friday is an Old English expression meaning holy.
It's often called Holy Friday also."
https://www.al.com/life/2019/04/if-jesus-suffered-and-died-why-is-it-called-good-friday.html
"According to the New Testament, Jesus gave the Passover meal a new meaning, as in the upper room during the Last Supper he prepared himself and his disciples for his death.
He identified the matzah and cup of wine as his body soon to be sacrificed and his blood soon to be shed."
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"The name Friday comes from the Old English Frīġedæġ, meaning the "day of Frige", a result of an old convention associating the Germanic goddess Frigg with the Roman goddess Venus, with whom the day is associated in many different cultures. The same holds for Frīatag in Old High German, Freitag in Modern German, and vrijdag in Dutch.
The expected cognate name in Old Norse would be *friggjar-dagr. However, the name of Friday in Old Norse is frjá-dagr instead, indicating a loan of the week-day names from Low German.[3] The modern Scandinavian form is Fredag in Swedish, Norwegian, and Danish, meaning Freyja's day. The distinction between Freyja and Frigg in some Germanic mythologies is contested.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bl%C3%B3t
"The word blót is an Old Norse strong neuter noun (genitive blóts). The corresponding Old English neuter blōt (genitive blōtes) may be influenced by Old Norse; the Old English gospels have prefixed ge-blōt "sacrifice".
The reconstructed Proto-Germanic form of the noun is *blōtą "sacrifice, worship". Connected to this is the Proto-Germanic strong verb *blōtaną with descendants in Gothic 𐌱𐌻𐍉𐍄𐌰𐌽 (blōtan), Old Norse blóta, Old English blōtan and Old High German bluozan, all of which mean "to sacrifice, offer, worship".
The word also appears in a compound attested in Old Norse as blót-hús "house of worship" and in Old High German as bluoz-hūz "temple". With a different nominative affix, the same stem is found in the Proto-Germanic noun *blōstrą "sacrifice" — attested in Gothic *𐌱𐌻𐍉𐍃𐍄𐍂 (*blostr) in 𐌾𐌿𐌸-𐌱𐌻𐍉𐍃𐍄𐍂𐌴𐌹𐍃 (guþ-blostreis) "worshipper of God" and Old High German bluostar "offering, sacrifice").
This stem is thought to be connected to the Proto-Germanic verb *blōaną "to blow; to bloom, blossom", as are the words for "blood" (Proto-Germanic *blōþą) and "bloom" (Proto-Germanic *blōmô).
Sophus Bugge was the first to suggest a connection between blót and the Latin flamen (< *flădmen), and both words can be traced back to the Proto-Indo-European stem *bhlād- "to bubble forth; to mumble, murmur, blather".
The Summer blót was undertaken in the middle of April (about four weeks after the spring equinox) and it was given to Odin.[5] Then, they drank for victory in war and this blót was the starting date for Viking expeditions and wars."
" Ybor and Agio called upon Frea, Godan's wife. Frea counseled them that "at sunrise the Winnil[i] should come, and that their women, with their hair let down around the face in the likeness of a beard should also come with their husbands".
At sunrise, Frea turned Godan's bed around to face east and woke him. Godan saw the Winnili, including their whiskered women, and asked "who are those Long-beards?" Frea responded to Godan, "As you have given them a name, give them also the victory".
Godan did so, "so that they should defend themselves according to his counsel and obtain the victory". Thenceforth the Winnili were known as the Langobards (Langobardic "long-beards")
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frigg
Friday, April 19, 2019
red actions thwart justice
"Barr made nearly 1,000 redactions in Mueller report
How many redactions?
Attorney general William Barr’s office made nearly 1,000 redactions in the Mueller report, mostly on the basis that revealing the information would cause “harm to an ongoing matter” , according to a Reuters analysis."
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/live/2019/apr/19/mueller-report-donald-trump-latest-news-live-updates-subpoena
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good guess yesterday.
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Attorney General William P. Barr’s office grouped redactions into four categories.
The vast majority of redactions were material from grand jury proceedings, kept secret by law, or details whose public disclosure could jeopardize ongoing investigations.
To a lesser degree, material was redacted if it could “compromise sources and methods” used in intelligence gathering or would “unduly infringe on the personal privacy and reputational interests of peripheral third parties.”
https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2019/politics/mueller-report-redactions/?utm_term=.ec905d3a287c
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Veselnitskaya, Akhmetshin, Kaveladze, Samochornov
oh Agalarovs
Felix Sater
Michael Mukasey
etc etc etc
Thursday, April 18, 2019
It's time the United States kissed and made up with Iran.(1987, Letter to the Editor)
November 5, 1987
Letter to The Kansan, Lawrence Kansas:
It's time the United States kissed and made up with Iran. Face it, we need their oil, and we need
translations for their torture manuals. The U.S. could learn a lot from Iran and their methods of
dealing with "deviants." Although the U.S. has been oozing down escalator of individual
freedom at a pretty decent rate for a capitalistic dictatorship, we'll need diesel-powered sneakers
to revert to the modern-day practices of Iran.
I'm sure we can do it and you, the voter, are just the person to tie those red-white-n'blue laces.
Do it nice and tight like a noose or corset.
A headline on October 13 read "Iranian executed by stoning." This immediately piqued my
hope for mankind. I mean, how often do you actually get to read about first-rate, modern-day
Salems? Top notch coverage, eh?
The story reported that an Iranian clergyman was executed by stoning after being found guilty
of "gross immorality, drinking alcohol, possessing narcotics." Whew, and they say you can't have
a good time in Tehran!
But think about how the United States could benefit in adopting such a policy.
It's obvious that the first to go would have to be the door-to-door salesmen/evangelists such
as Jim Baker and ol' Oral. And if we took Reagan's Cabinet and staff members, we'd find ourselves
being ruled by the White House hairdresser------maybe we already are.
McFarlane failed at overdosing on sleeping pills, and Reagan has to be shovel-fed uppers to
stay awake and man the Red Button. Poindexter reeled off close to 190 "I don't remembers"
during the Contra-expose, leaving him buried in a heavy heap of fraud. North and his cast of
millions, formerly lead by Bill Casey, or whomever of the Chronically Ignorant Agency, are still
thumbing through the land-mine section of a Sear's catalog, looking to lose some Swiss change.
Taking this lot of losers and judging them as one big Incompetent, we find ourselves looking
for bricks and smiling. And we don't need to stop with the government and pulpit; we can just
go down the line and kill ourselves as well.
Maybe the U.S. could open dialogue with the moderates of Iran if we sent them midnight
shipments of sandstone and granite. But then, we never know when we may need the stones
to build our own Berlinese Wall over the rights of the individual.
Nancy must have gotten quite a shock when she read the aforementioned headlines about
executions by stoning: "Those drug-pushing fanatics, O heavens those barbarians!" She
undoubtedly fails to think of the way in which our country murders its own citizens. We stone
them to death using lethal intravenous---heinous injections-----everything is tidy and quiet.
What an awesome head rush.
It all boils down to something similar to this: Our governments are closet sado-masochists.
The U.S. hangs around the schoolyard after dark, knowing well the fanatical bully is walking
toward visionary Mecca at all times. Then we find Iran dropping firecrackers at our nuclear
tugboats and planting whoopie-cushion mines before our microscopic omnipotent eyes.
We just need to form a corporate merger and be friends again. They need McDonalds like
the plague, and we could learn the mechanics of happy genocide.
F. Bloggod, Stillwater, Okla. Junior
(University of Kansas, The Kansan "Mailbox" Nov. 5, 1987
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Letter to The Kansan, Lawrence Kansas:
It's time the United States kissed and made up with Iran. Face it, we need their oil, and we need
translations for their torture manuals. The U.S. could learn a lot from Iran and their methods of
dealing with "deviants." Although the U.S. has been oozing down escalator of individual
freedom at a pretty decent rate for a capitalistic dictatorship, we'll need diesel-powered sneakers
to revert to the modern-day practices of Iran.
I'm sure we can do it and you, the voter, are just the person to tie those red-white-n'blue laces.
Do it nice and tight like a noose or corset.
A headline on October 13 read "Iranian executed by stoning." This immediately piqued my
hope for mankind. I mean, how often do you actually get to read about first-rate, modern-day
Salems? Top notch coverage, eh?
The story reported that an Iranian clergyman was executed by stoning after being found guilty
of "gross immorality, drinking alcohol, possessing narcotics." Whew, and they say you can't have
a good time in Tehran!
But think about how the United States could benefit in adopting such a policy.
It's obvious that the first to go would have to be the door-to-door salesmen/evangelists such
as Jim Baker and ol' Oral. And if we took Reagan's Cabinet and staff members, we'd find ourselves
being ruled by the White House hairdresser------maybe we already are.
McFarlane failed at overdosing on sleeping pills, and Reagan has to be shovel-fed uppers to
stay awake and man the Red Button. Poindexter reeled off close to 190 "I don't remembers"
during the Contra-expose, leaving him buried in a heavy heap of fraud. North and his cast of
millions, formerly lead by Bill Casey, or whomever of the Chronically Ignorant Agency, are still
thumbing through the land-mine section of a Sear's catalog, looking to lose some Swiss change.
Taking this lot of losers and judging them as one big Incompetent, we find ourselves looking
for bricks and smiling. And we don't need to stop with the government and pulpit; we can just
go down the line and kill ourselves as well.
Maybe the U.S. could open dialogue with the moderates of Iran if we sent them midnight
shipments of sandstone and granite. But then, we never know when we may need the stones
to build our own Berlinese Wall over the rights of the individual.
Nancy must have gotten quite a shock when she read the aforementioned headlines about
executions by stoning: "Those drug-pushing fanatics, O heavens those barbarians!" She
undoubtedly fails to think of the way in which our country murders its own citizens. We stone
them to death using lethal intravenous---heinous injections-----everything is tidy and quiet.
What an awesome head rush.
It all boils down to something similar to this: Our governments are closet sado-masochists.
The U.S. hangs around the schoolyard after dark, knowing well the fanatical bully is walking
toward visionary Mecca at all times. Then we find Iran dropping firecrackers at our nuclear
tugboats and planting whoopie-cushion mines before our microscopic omnipotent eyes.
We just need to form a corporate merger and be friends again. They need McDonalds like
the plague, and we could learn the mechanics of happy genocide.
F. Bloggod, Stillwater, Okla. Junior
(University of Kansas, The Kansan "Mailbox" Nov. 5, 1987
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wild hunt
If houses were built on former roads, they could be burnt down, because Odin did not change his plans if he had formerly travelled on a road there.
Not even charcoal kilns could be built on disused roads, because if Odin was hunting the kiln would be ablaze
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Hunt
Leader of the Wild Hunt[edit]
- Brittany: King Arthur.[32]
- Catalonia (Spain): Count Arnau (el comte Arnau), a legendary nobleman from Ripollès, who for his rapacious cruelty and lechery is condemned to ride to hounds for eternity while his flesh is devoured by flames. He is the subject of a classic traditional Catalan ballad.[33]
- England: Woden;[34] Herla; later de-heathenised as a Brythonic King who stayed too long at a fairy wedding feast and returned to find centuries had passed and the lands populated by Englishmen);[35] Wild Edric, a Saxon rebel;[36] Hereward the Wake; King Arthur; Herne the Hunter; St. Guthlac; Old Nick; Jan Tregeagle, a Cornish lawyer who escaped from Hell and is pursued by the devil's hounds. On Dartmoor, Dewer, Old Crockern or Sir Francis Drake.
- France: Artus, King Arthur (Brittany); Lord of Gallery (Poitou).[citation needed]
- Germany: Wodan, Berchtold, Dietrich of Berne, Holda, Perchta, Wildes Gjait. The Squire of Rodenstein and Hans von Hackelberg (both Sabbath-breakers).[37]
- Guernsey: Herodias (Rides with witches at sea)[38]
- Ireland: Fionn mac Cumhaill and the Fianna; Manannán—also known as The Fairy Cavalcade.[citation needed]
- Lombardy (Italy): King Beatrik, la Dona del Zöch (Lombard:the Lady of the Game).[39]
- Netherlands: Wodan, Gait met de hunties/hondjes (Gait with his little dogs), Derk met de hunties/hondjes (Derk with his little dogs), Derk met den beer (Derk with his boar/bear),het Glujende peerd (the glowing horse). Ronnekemère, Henske met de hondjes/Hänske mit de hond (Henske with his little dogs), Berend van Galen (Beerneken van Galen, Bèrndeken van Geulen, Bommen Berend or Beerneken, the bishop of Münster, Germany).
- Scandinavia: Odin; Lussi; King Vold (Denmark); Valdemar Atterdag (Denmark); the witch Guro Rysserova and Sigurdsveinen (Norway).
- Wales: Arawn or Gwyn ap Nudd, the Welsh god of the Underworld.
- Slovenia: Jarnik (Jarilo), also called Volčji pastir (Wolf Herdsman). In some variations mythical wild Baba (similar to Perchta) leads the hunt.
norns sweet talk the swan
long necked bird, fish swallower
the past present future await
your preening
molt
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
stark hunger
he's on the bench with a shabby suitcase
on wheels, at the bus stop
no need for eye contact
until he approaches, and stammeringly
asks for help for a homeless person
i reach toward the 4 quarters in my pocket
and offer them into his
ragged young hands,
he's maybe 20. here, i say
reaching into my shoulder bag
for the granola bars
take these too, as he eagerly opens
the wrapper and starts
eating, walking off down the sidewalk
going somewhere to spend
that dollar or just keep from growing moss
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
tinderbox batshit
The wood for the soaring cathedral was first felled around 1160 to 1170, with some of it coming from trees thought to be 300 to 400 years old at the time they were chopped.
That puts the oldest timber in the cathedral at nearly 1,300 years old.
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the ribs of our pagan mother released
over the awestruck city,
a forest of oak beams 1300 years old
and a fair bit of bat shit
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillar_of_the_Boatmen
The Pillar of the Boatmen (French Pilier des nautes) is a monumental Roman column erected in Lutetia (modern Paris) in honour of Jupiter by the guild of boatmen in the 1st century AD
History of the Pillar[edit]
Some time in the 3rd century, the stone blocks that formed the pillar were broken into two and used to reinforce the foundations of the walls along the riverbank. Over time, the island grew slightly so that the 3rd-century wharfs are now a dozen metres from the banks of the modern river (Kruta 1883).
The Christian cathedral of St. Etienne was founded by Childebert in 528 AD on the site of the Gallo-Roman temple; Notre-Dame de Pariswas in turn built over this in 1163 AD.
The pillar was found on 6 March 1710 (not 1711, as is often erroneously stated) during the construction of a crypt under the nave of Notre-Dame de Paris and first published by Baudelot de Dairval in 1712 (Busson 1998, pp. 445–446). Not all of the pieces were recovered; for three of the tiers we have only the top half.
Monday, April 15, 2019
Saturday, April 13, 2019
the wild hunt, selene, norn, nemesis spake, semele, ixion, celebe,
the wild hunt
fohn wind hard licks the wild hunt erupting
vultures drop, motionless, shadows disrupting
moonlit groves, armies of faries
thrashing acorns as tornadoes carry us
down stark roads over homes wrongful built,
for hearth-fires wodan keeps, unwise wood split
undoing the road and what's come before
and that which was known, once before sworn
dandy dogs hunting, stay on your steed
to touch ground when godan hunts; ashes guaranteed,
our tender feet march not that fohn wind,
rises hot focus up mountains sharp grin
cutting god's ice beard, the spray off blood hooves;
red roaming ghost kings, all sensible move
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selene
Selene drives her moon chariot wanton wise
pulling men-hearts out to later feed mice
above green earth her palace so pale
from craters her whims all mortals regale
moonstruck by proxy, the wine in our glasses
moondrunk the chipmunk, evading owl passes,
Selene never parks her orb spinning high
without clouds for hitch-posts cloistered nigh
formed of Phoebe, or maybe old Theia
fished in by gravity, mystery, the moon sees us;
silhouette of substances similar, serene
man is kind love until shown his own spleen
shining her trademark, all night she delivers
rolling foul heavens, arming cupid's deft quivers
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norn
Swans from swain broods emerge to the Norns
who thread twine, riverine, alluvial born;
fates tend to puddle, well-tree over-ridden;
the Norns sort us out, trophy in the midden
a root runs true or turns false no less,
carries our water, the ash of success
the limbs roost above our imperiled crowns
widow-maker swooping, silently browned
no fish to swan stalking, mirror calm lake,
no leaf left untasted, the hart there to take
no dirt clod molested, the serpent true hiss
there in Norn's weaving wand's illustriousness
noblest of trees, well watered abides
ribs crack oak coal, heat presides
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nemesis spake
Finally Nemesis spake, her truth a rake,
clawing man's crime piles he takes/takes
for granted, till spark make bonfire;
good, party ----get a marshmallow, dear
said Nemesis, whittling weeping willow
switches, laying castor&pollux egg on a pillow;
mother of helen, cause of collection,
armies assembled to die, perfection;
ceo, senator, jocular newsguy, trump:
Watch for a chariot of griffins Clumped
Yer frivolous Insolence and heads i remove
Shrieked Nemesis (her army approved)
daughter of Ocean, her dagger primeval,
dim man-blood meet Nemesis, measured arch rival
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semele
bathing in the river, Semele took note yon eagle
bloody from blots to zeus, his attentions "regal"
Semele demanded the god in full glory,
thus reduced by thunderbolt, an immortal story;
from fires sprung son dio, wine god of frenzy
born to soothe time and man, needing ectasy
a phoenix not ready, zeus sewed in his thigh:
dionysus, with river nymphs, and mystis, resides
raised in sheer mountains, with panthers, his wine,
wand tipped with spine-bone, honey of pine
mead's golden warm fuel fires the dance
epiphany blooms in orgy perchance
twice born, the grape low:
wine risen, man knows:
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ixion
The centaur bow aflame in absolute fire,
breath cloud via spectograph no liar,
primordial booze of all make and kind
ethanol, vinyl,...no wonder centaur's blind
a black hole of methane, tongueless profane,
formaldehyde crib has all life to gain
loaning out a cosmos to spare
a rib boomerrang returns for its share
half man-horse, his core brighter by far,
hera dumbly his target, zeus fixed Ix with tar,
spinning eternal from fucking that cloud
(in hearts distillation, purely not allowed)
big bang banished, moby dick subsumed,
punished with powers all self-consumed
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cebele
Say you know them sibyls of the sistine chapel;
you know the core, seed, and bite of apple
do you know that great Magna Mater,
great mother, mountain planter,
Cybele seven thousand year worshipped,
iron from stars, her magnet, perfect
cured incorrigible dionysus, raving
grounded the grove and hearthstone, paving
altars blood worshiped, don't sneer now you mortal;
your fridge full of prophecy, awaiting, a portal;
styrofoam chapel, all lined with the saints,
st. bacon, st. whipped cream, st. plastic and paint
moshing foot grinding the feet grapes undressing
came first mothers music, mystery, sense blessings
Mt Tabor, Portland, Oregon
Jan 2, 2018
Thursday, April 11, 2019
not my deal in life
"Moreno..... has dismissed Assange as “a Roger Stone in my shoe.”
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/europe/wikileakss-julian-assange-evicted-from-ecuador-embassy-in-london/2019/04/11/1bd87b58-8f5f-11e8-ae59-01880eac5f1d_story.html?utm_term=.56096e3b7188
“WikiLeaks — I love WikiLeaks!” he said in October 2016 at a rally in Pennsylvania, waving a report on the latest disclosures.
“Boy, I love reading those WikiLeaks,” Trump said a few days before the election after a new dump of emails.
Asked Thursday about those remarks, President Trump told reporters:
“I know nothing about Wikileaks. It’s not my thing.
And I know there was something having to do with Julian Assange. . . . That will be a determination, I would imagine, mostly by the attorney general. . . .
I know nothing really about it.
It’s not my deal in life.”
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Sunday, April 07, 2019
210 W 4th street the Dalles, shiplap siding, high altitude record
Gray was born on February 16, 1889 in Pasco, Washington.
He was the son of William Polk Gray (1845-1929), a prominent steamboat captain in the Northwestern United States, and Oceana Falkland Bush.
Hawthorne Charles Gray (February 16, 1889 – November 4, 1927) was a captain in the United States Army Air Corps.
On November 4, 1927, he succeeded in setting a new altitude record in a silk, rubberized, and aluminum-coated balloon launched from Scott Field near Belleville, Illinois, reaching 42,470 ft (12.94 km), but died during his descent after his oxygen supply became depleted
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawthorne_C._Gray
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https://oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/hawthorne_j.c/#.XKpT3zBKjIU
MARRIAGE BIOGRAPHY: (Excerpts from 'Reminiscences of Capt. W. P. Gray', Page 344)
"I was married on October 27, 1868, at Portland, Oregon. My wife's name was Oceana Falkland Bush. She was the adopted daughter of Mrs. Hawthorne, of Portland, a pioneer family after whom Hawthorne avenue and Hawthorne Park are named.
"My wife was born on her father's brig, the 'Rising Sun,' just off of the Falkland Islands while on a voyage around the Horn. I met her for the first time at the celebration over the driving of the first spike in the Oregon and California railroad in East Portland, April 16, 1868."
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/176099614/oceanna-falkland-gray
Wednesday, April 03, 2019
whims of nature guide asteroids not humans
whims of nature guide asteroids not humans
our glacial potlucks
our fiddlywinks of rocketry and radiowaves
while animals (science
proves are every bit as intellectual
and far more charming
besides sharks tabloid leeches
on holiday among fascists
just birth
that social media sty where we wallow
and rub elbows and remember old good times,
a son killed by a gun
he was 17. 5 days ago? in the life of a parent,
five eternal moments of abysmal loss.
my daughter lost a friend to the rope, too,
but her best friend gave birth. just
birth.
new life mud,
keeps away the flies
fossil lasagna
that big splash 66 million
years ago made lasagna
of zillions of zillions of tons of critters
and thousand foot tall trees
even avatar never climbed out of
sardine-can fossils
yet another blink of dermis
you idiots, we find
nothing on mars so tasty.
or as hungry, as
actual humans
as species disappear
and the lasagna
is empty toast
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
eagletarians& consorts willing
go around despising the mirrored eyes
of your neighbors, and disparage their mealy
countenance at the weep-a-thon.
form unions or cower, whupped.
tell corporate lies to pay back their thefts.
get sleep and find oddest dreams
in currency mild sweat.
feed livers to eagletarians
and their consorts willing
bends
water churning large stone to sand, doing
dishes. whole trees,
limbs long left behind around
bends. i'd go to sleep
to the shredding
and bowling
of boulders for year after year
as my kid teethed and learned her ABCd
jumping over rattlesnakes in cats mouths,
and eating tofu.
today again
what wind there is is warm,
so are the hobos on the bus.
all the calls happen in a quantum blender
that sucks.
Monday, April 01, 2019
scapular winging, exterior house painting injury
"Scapular winging represents a rare phenomenon that most commonly results from nerve damage to either the long thoracic nerve, spinal accessory nerve, or, less commonly, the dorsal scapular nerve.
This injury results in an abnormal scapulohumeral interaction during kinetic motion known as scapular dyskinesis. In this case report, the patient presented with scapular dyskinesis and medial scapular winging caused by overhead weight-lifting exercises, and a long thoracic nerve injury was diagnosed.
Physicians are encouraged to consider long thoracic nerve damage in a patient with a history of repetitive overhead movements who presents with scapular dyskinesis and the corresponding restriction of overhead arm motions."
https://jaoa.org/article.aspx?articleid=2599973
"Scapular winging can markedly hinder the function of the upper extremity. Nerve damage represents the most common cause, most often to the long thoracic nerve or the spinal accessory nerve.1 Additional causes of scapular winging include direct trauma to the scapulothoracic muscles or structural abnormalities that result in shoulder instability.
Medial winging of the scapula manifests with damage to the long thoracic nerve, and lateral winging occurs with damage to the spinal accessory nerve or the dorsal scapular nerve, although the latter is less common.
Serratus anterior paralysis is not a common comorbidity, with 1 case of long thoracic nerve damage among 38,500 patients with this condition.
Seventeen different muscles attach to the scapula. The serratus anterior and lower trapezius muscles are the major contributors to the stabilization of the scapula
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