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One of the popular hits of the late 1950s/early 1960s. It tickled our fancies during our 'romantic and idealistic' maturing years.
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Sunday, November 17, 2013
Sanitising the english language - email forwarded by Dr. Dennis Aloysius
George Carlin: Brilliant stuff!A clip which is guaranteed to give you 9.1 minutes of laughter! Enjoy.
The Worst Parking Jobs Ever! - email forwarded by jksw
The Worst Parking Jobs Ever!
Ever been in a hurry and the only free parking spot is just a tad too small?
Or
Maybe you misjudged the distance to the curb.
Look at how these people dealt with these pesky car parking problems!
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One of my friends went in for a bigger and better car. City House with a garage by the road where no road parking was allowed.
A meticulous search for the family’s choice took 9 months.
Finally the selection was made. Smaller car sold. Bigger car bought.
That evening after a long pleasure ride out of town with family, he came into the garage.
The car was too large for the garage by 3 inches. No other space elsewhere. Roller door closure.
Will tell you only if you ask how he coped. Reply will be Bcc!
Any ideas? Needs lateral thinking.
jksw
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Saturday, November 16, 2013
No man is an Island - John Donne.
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
John
Donne
John Donne (/ˈdʌn/ dun)
(between 24 January and 19 June 1572[1] –
31 March 1631) was an English poet, satirist, lawyer and a cleric in the Church of England. He is
considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical
poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and
include sonnets,
love poetry, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies,
songs, satires and sermons.
His poetry is noted for its vibrancy of language and inventiveness of metaphor,
especially compared to that of his contemporaries. Donne's style is
characterised by abrupt openings and various paradoxes, ironies and
dislocations. These features, along with his frequent dramatic or everyday
speech rhythms, his tense syntax and his tough eloquence, were both a reaction
against the smoothness of conventional Elizabethan poetry and an adaptation
into English of European baroque and mannerist techniques. His early career was
marked by poetry that bore immense knowledge of British society and he met that
knowledge with sharp criticism. Another important theme in Donne’s poetry is
the idea of true religion, something that he spent much time considering and
about which he often theorized. He wrote secular poems as well as erotic and
love poems. He is particularly famous for his mastery of metaphysical conceits.[2]
Despite
his great education and poetic talents, Donne lived in poverty for several
years, relying heavily on wealthy friends. He spent much of the money he
inherited during and after his education on womanising, literature, pastimes,
and travel. In 1601, Donne secretly married Anne More, with whom he had twelve
children.[3] In 1615, he became an Anglican priest, although he did not want to
take Anglican orders. He did so because King James I persistently ordered it. In 1621, he
was appointed the Dean of St
Paul's Cathedral in
London. He also served as a member of parliament in 1601 and in 1614. (Wikipedia)
Friday, November 15, 2013
Man becomes drunk when stomach turns into brewery - email forwarded by jksw
Posted: September 27, 2013
When a 61-year-old Texas man came into an emergency room claiming he was dizzy and was found to have a blood alcohol concentration of 0.37 percent, doctors assumed he was drunk.
It turned out that those medical professionals were wrong: the man had “auto-brewery syndrome.” His stomach contained so much yeast that he was making his own in-house brew, literally.
The patient’s wife — who was a nurse — was so concerned with her husband’s constantly drunk condition that she had him regularly tested with a Breathalyzer. He would record numbers as high as 0.33 to 0.4 percent, considerably higher than the U.S. legal driving limit of 0.08 percent.
“He would get drunk out of the blue — on a Sunday morning after being at church, or really, just anytime,” Cordell told NPR.
After isolating the patient for 24 hours and making sure there was no alcohol or sugar available, the team continued to check his blood alcohol level. The levels were as high as 0.12 percent without any alcohol consumption.
The doctors then realized that he must have been infected with high levels Saccharomyces cerevisiae, a kind of yeast that is used in alcohol fermentation and baking. They suspected that because the patient had been put on antibiotics following surgery for a broken foot in 2004, the medications might have killed all his gut bacteria. This allowed the yeast to thrive in his body.
To cure his illness, the patient was placed on a low-carbohydrate diet and prescribed antifungal medication to get rid of the excess yeast.
His case study was published in the International Journal of Clinical Medicine earlier this summer.
Only a handful of cases have been reported in the last three decades, including a 13-year-old girl with short gut syndrome who would get drunk if she ate carbohydrates. Another 3-year-old with the same condition became drunk when she had a fruit drink high in carbohydrates.
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