“And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
(T.S. Eliot – American born English Playwright and Poet , 1888-1965)

This picture belongs to the series shot in my street in Varanasi (Benaras) while four men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.
It was very dusty, although they reminded me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body makeup.
This japanese contemporary dance came after the second world war and among several things the choreography is a remembrance of the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.
It raises the question of how is it still possible to dance after such a thing and in some ways it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.

Thank you all for your many comments on this set of pictures.

Age: 28

Hair: Red

Height 5′4

Method: Wearing Her Down

Advancement:  The Sitcom Shoot down

Me and D have one of the weirdest friends/non-relationships/love/hate kind of things. It all boils down to the simple fact that we could/will never remotely get our shit together. Either I have a girlfriend, she has a girlfriend, I’m not looking for a relationship, she’s a basket case, or we spend all our time on the phone together, it’s a revolving relationship. It’s been this way for years, and I get a little sick of it every few months. It also works out that our schedules never mesh, so we go through these fits without actually having to see each other.  Last night, in a fit of drunken spontaneity, she randomly calls and asks me if she can come over, just to get a bottle of wine. Luckily, I don’t live in a place where such a feat is impossible at 10pm at night.

So she comes over, and I haven’t seen her in well over a year, and it was just weird. It was awkward as hell, so she immediately asks to crack open the wine. We also decide that we are gonna watch some Scrubs, because she likes to joke that we are like JD/Elliot in the on/off again kind of stuff. So we are sitting there on the couch with a pretty decent mutual buzz going on, she’s cuddled against my chest, and I just decide to go for it. I turn, kiss her, and immediately she pulls away. And this freaks me the fuck out, because I’d never seem to misread a situation more. She tells me that we should wait, but I become paranoid, that I did something wrong, and I don’t think she likes me at all and seeing me in person has completely complicated the situation.

But she then proceeds to keep cuddling with me, holding my hand, putting her head in my chest, until she falls asleep. Eventually I wake her up, because I know she had to get home, and I walk her to her car. It’s that slow kind of walk where we are just chatting and being flirty, and out of nowhere she goes, “I swear to God if you try and kiss me, I’ll kick your ass”. And this screamed of the kind of time where a girl would say the exact opposite of what she means, but it rattled me enough to not bother going for it, even still wanting to.

I’ve had Kate MacDowell bookmarked for a while, and I’ve looked at her gallery at least three or four times this week.

Her sculptures are stunning blends of anatomy and nature. Slightly macabre, always thought provoking…

AND, some can be illuminated for extra effect.

See the gallery here.

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3011875    กายวิภาคสำหรับการแสดงภาพ    Topo-radiographic Anatomy

รายละเอียดทั่วไปของกายวิภาคศาสตร์ของมนุษย์โดยเน้นการใช้ภาพรังสีช่วยวินิจฉัย การแสดงความปกติและผิดปกติของอวัยวะและระบบต่าง ๆ ของกายวิภาพของมนุษย์ โดยอาศัยฟิล์มรังสีที่ถ่ายจากผู้ป่วยเป็นส่วนสำคัญในการแสดง

(General description of human anatomy with special emphasis on the interpretation on radiographic images; use of actual clinic x-ray films to demonstrate the normal and abnormal characteristics of the human anatomical system.)

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I have to add the Corpus Interactive Museum to my list of European destinations.

Many young Americans consider Holland a desirable vacation spot for the plethora of legal debauchery, but the Dutch have won my heart with this amazing museum! Shaped like a human body, this building offers a larger than life tour through human anatomy.

The tour begins on an escalator ride through a wound in the calf. Once inside visitors experience the body’s reaction to a wood splinter. After the 3D fertilization movie, guests follow a block of cheese as it makes its way down the digestive tract. Other exhibits feature the heart, lungs, mouth, and of course the brain. A beanbag game even allows visitors to try and take down bacteria before it can cause an infection.

The video is in Dutch, but if you want a quick glimpse…

If anyone has gone, or gets a chance to go, you must tell me about it!

Found on Wellsphere

Before I jump too far into discussing type and typography, it is important to understand the anatomy and vocabulary of type. Although this information appears on many web sites and virtually every book on typography, I’m rehashing it here because this blog is a comprehensive typographic resource.

You may have noticed that an uppercase A is drastically different than its lowercase counterpart (a), and indeed, very different than the letter Z. Before we can understand the differences between letters, we must understand the parts that make up letters.

Here are some of the most common terms that describe the physical characteristics of type:

• Ascender. Ascenders are the parts of some lowercase letters that extend above the meanline. For example, the strokes in b, d, and h extend up.
• Bowl. A bowl is the curved part of a letter that encloses a counter.
• Counter. The counter is the space that is enclosed or partially enclosed by the strokes of a letter. For example, the hole or bowl created in such letters as b, d, o, and p are counters.
• Descender. Descenders are the parts of lowercase letters that extend below the baseline. For example, the strokes in g, p, and y extend below the invisible line on which the letters sit.
• Ear. An ear is the little piece that extends of the bowl of a lowercase letter. For example, many forms of the lowercase g have an ear.
• Link. A link is a piece that connects two bowls. For example, some forms of the lowercase g have a link.
• Loop. Like the bowl, the loop encloses a counter, but is specific to the lower part of the lowercase g.
• Serif. Serifs are the finishing strokes or “feet” that appear in some typefaces. Typefaces that lack serifs are called “sans serifs,” which means, “without serifs.”
• Thick and Thin. Thick and thin strokes are the different weights or thicknesses of lines in a letter. The thick and thin strokes denote the stress of a letter.

Anatomy of Type: The Parts of Letterforms

Here are some of the most common terms that describe the space occupied by type or the boundaries of type:

• Ascender Height. The ascender height indicates the height of the ascenders of lowercase letters, which are often higher than the cap height.
• Baseline. The baseline is the imaginary line on which the letters sit.
• Cap Height. The cap height is the imaginary line that rests on the tops of capital letters.
• Descender Line. The descender line indicates the floor of the descenders of lowercase letters.
• Meanline. The meanline runs along the tops of the main parts of lowercase letters.
• X-height. The x-height is measured from the baseline to the meanline and is so called because it is the height of a lowercase x. X-height varies from typeface to typeface and plays an important role in determining how dense type appears and how much space is required between lines of type.

Anatomy of Type: Space

This isn’t the end of your anatomy and vocabulary lesson, but it’s a good start.

“I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone 

All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity 

Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind…”

(“Dust In The Wind”, Kansas – Lyrics by Kerry Livgren)

This picture belongs to the series shot in my street in Varanasi (Benaras) while four men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.

It was very dusty, although they reminded me “butoh” dancers performing with white-body makeup.

This japonese contemporary dance came after the second world war and among several things the choreography is a remembrance of the suffering of Hiroshima’s atomic bomb.

It rises the question of how is it still possible to dance after such a thing and in some ways it is easy to compare this concept of art to those workers living in dust.

Part 1 of a step-by-step tutorial for balancing chemical equations, along with a worked example.

Instructor: John Appleseed

For those of you wanting a series of vidcasts on basic anatomy and physiology, look no further.  East Tennessee State University come up trumps.

I haven’t been through them all, but they few I have watched seem accurate enough!

Folding yourself up into yourself until
you don’t exist –
until you’re a single point of light –
is the best way to go.

I try this in my bed
this morning
with little success.

It would help me shed the excesses
of this liquid frame.
I’d be squeezed like a tube
of toothpaste,
my eyeballs would
burst, my blood vessels would
pop, and all the juices would
run out, staining everything and running
into the crevasses of everything like watercolor,
ink on the pages of an old book.

My bones would grind down to a fine powder
as if I had
been steamrolled.

I fold myself in two.
I’m a stuffed suitcase, the pressure
building on my windpipe,
my lungs like a bellows, the air condensing, my stomach
like a fleshy, acid-filled balloon.

Folded, flat,
a crepe, a piece of cardboard or a page of newspaper:

My fingernails would blow off like rivets on a bulkhead;
the gasses in my joints would boil.
I’d be a series of diminishing halves;
a dwindling
fraction.
You could fold me up into nothingness,
and I could waft away on a breeze,

dance in the sunlight like a speck of dust.

Age: 27

Hair: Blonde

Height: 5′5

Method: Serendipity

Advancement: Nada

I really hate the universe sometimes, I’ve had some potentially awesome things go down this week and then it tossed me another awesome curve ball…I’m waiting for about seven other shoes to drop. I almost don’t want to write about this, because I don’t even believe this kind of crap actually happens.

When I go home to suburbia, I usually hit the same places. I go to the diner by house for bagels, the coffee joint for mid-day coffee, the Irish Pub for drinks with my high school friends. I’ve done this more times than I care to admit. I don’t even think about it, I just do it every single time automatically. It’s nice to immerse yourself in creature comforts you don’t normally get. And of all the diners in all the towns in all the world, she had to step into mine.

I didn’t even know who it was. I’ve built this girl up in my mind so much, and it’d been so long since I’d actually seen her that I had no clue who she was. She is actually the one who approached me. She asked if she knew me from somewhere. It only took about fifteen bad guesses until she asked if I ever went to a certain hospital. I was like yeah…wait, are you the one that gave me a sonogram.

The story behind this was I had a liver problem (go figure) a few years and had to essentially get sonograms regularly to check my shit out. Basically to sum it up, we had a nice little rapport going but back in those days I lacked any sort of guts. There was a lot of BS reasons I tell myself to feel better about it, but it essentially boils down to the guts-ectomy.

So we talked a little, and I’m pretty sure my awkwardness over having bumped into her came off as disinterest. I was honestly just shocked. So were talking and she’s telling me how her grandmother lives a few blocks away and how she’s just stopping in for some donuts, and she had to get going. I just smiled, “Oh, Okay. Have a nice day”

I didn’t get her number for entirely different reasons this time. I really don’t want to date anybody right now. I don’t really wanna have the cutesy meetings, the neurosis, the hurt, the long night phone calls. I don’t want any of it right now. I’m far too mixed up and far too bizarrely committed to this. She just might be my savior, but if it’s meant to happen…I don’t think now is the time.

Ork Posters, why must you taunt me with your designs? I’ve already posted about the company, and now…

I absolutely love the new brain map, yet still can’t get myself to throw down $18 plus shipping for a small print.

3016702    กายวิภาคประยุกต์สำหรับเวชศาสตร์การกีฬา    Applied Anatomy For Sports Madicine

โครงสร้างพื้นฐานของร่างกายมนุษย์ที่เกี่ยวข้องกับเวชศาสตร์การกีฬา โดยเน้นระบบการเคลื่อนไหวของกล้ามเนื้อและข้อต่อของร่างกาย

(The basic human anatomy related to sports medicine, especially locomotive system.)

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“Dancers are the messengers of the gods. ” 
(Martha Graham – American dancer and choreographer, 1894-1991)

This series of pictures was shot last afternoon in my street in Varanasi (Benaras).
Men were emptying plaster bags from a truck.
I was in rush but I sopped and took several pictures, my enchanted mind decided that the truck would become a theatre stage while those workers happened to be “butoh” dancers performing.

“All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.”
(Martin Luther King, Jr. – American Baptist Minister and Civil-Rights Leader. 1929-1968)

This is one more picture from the serie shot last afternoon in my street in Varanasi (Benaras).
Men were emptying plaster bags from a truck and they were reminding me “butoh” dancers.

“For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. 
As though there was nothing there; as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. 
Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. 
Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.”
(Eugene Ionesco – French dramatist, 1909-1994)

This afternoon nearby the house in Varanasi (Benaras), those men were emptying a truck.
They seemed to be out of this world and they reminded me Butoh dancers “performing” in white-body makeup with slow hyper-controlled motion.

“When your intellect will completely pierce the veil of delusion, then you will become indifferent to what has been heard and what is to be heard [from the scriptures].”
(Bhagavad Gita)

This man was taking a break as he kept on emptying plaster bags from a truck which stopped in my street in Varanasi (Benaras).
The amazing light and the dust gave a theatrical touch to what became my subject for a short while.
He was tired and I could se sweat melting with plaster on his skin, his expression could be taken for the state of piercing the veil of delusion…

Revelation is the most natural and most authentic source for humanity

http://forum09.faithfreedom.org/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=3552&p=82561#p82561

Hi friends

Revelation is the most natural and most authentic source of Knowledge for humanity.

Professor Keith Moore, one of the world’s prominent scientists of anatomy and embryology. University of Toronto, Canada It has been a great pleasure for me to help clarify statements in the Qur’an about human development. It is clear to me that these statements must have come to Muhammad from God, or ‘Allah’, because almost all of this knowledge was not discovered until many centuries later. This proves to me that Muhammad must have been a messenger of Allah.

Keith L. Moore

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia

Keith L. Moore is a professor emeritus in the division of anatomy (department of surgery), former Chair of anatomy from 1974 to 1984[1] and associate dean for Basic Medical Sciences (Faculty of Medicine) at the University of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He has also worked at the King Abdulaziz University in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Moreover, he is a founding member of the American Association of Clinical Anatomists (AACA). He was President of the AACA between 1989 and 1991[2]. He is most known for his textbooks on the subjects of anatomy and human embryology.

He has co-written (with professor Arthur F. Dalley II) Clinically Oriented Anatomy, which is the most popular English-language anatomy textbook in the world, used by scientists, doctors, physiotherapists and students worldwide. The book is especially popular because of its ‘blue boxes’ – passages of text on blue background that relate the classical anatomy to real-world concepts in the diagnosis and treatment of human patients. The book has been translated into multiple languages. He also co-wrote (with professor Anne M. R. Agur) Essential Clinical Anatomy.

Awards

The American Association of Clinical Anatomists awarded Dr. Moore with their Honored Member Award (in 1994).[3][4] In 2007, the American Association of Anatomists awarded him with the first Henry Gray/Elsevier Distinguished Educator Award[5].

Embryology and the Qur’an

Moore has written on “references to embryology in the Qur’an”, for instance, in an article for The Journal of the Islamic Medical Association, Vol. 18, Jan-June 1986, pp. 15-16.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_L._Moore
I love Jesus and Mary as mentioned in Quran

Thanks

enjoying chapter 4 of Human anatomy and physiology! esp. the lab!

mammal striated muscle under 400x magnification

smooth muscle under 100x magnification

human bone under 400x magnification

enjoying it…wooh..i had a hard time taking those pics.eh!

.

Age: 26

Hair: Strawberry Blonde

Height: 5′3

Method:  Diving on the Friend Gernade

Advancement: SCENE MISSING

We all know that the night before Thanksgiving is one of the high holidays of the partying drunk. Just like New Years, Cinco De Mayo, Arbor Day, and all the rest.  I’m not exactly proud of it, but I started drinking around 2 yesterday. Then happy hour hit, and then my friend and I decided to go pub crawling all night. It was pretty bad, I’m not gonna lie. For a while there I was dangerously close to sobering up, deciding to take it easy for the night.  My friend remedied that by buying me multiple rounds of shots. Only,  I was unaware of his nefarious plan. He was trying to butter me up because the girl he is interested in was joining us. There are few things I hate more than being blindsided into being a third wheel.  I pointed that out immediately. “Oh I think shes’s bringing some friends.”

Yeah, she brought a friend alright. She may just have been one of the most obnoxious girls I ever met. She was loud. She had an annoying laugh and laughed at everything. And she was entirely too drunk. Now, I was drunk too..so drunk there are a few puzzle pieces trapped in the couch of my mind, but my extreme state of inebriation had more to do with having to be forced to entertain and distract this girl.  And I’m going to be bluntly honest. I don’t remember anything after ten. And the tiny bits I do remember are hazy, cluttered. I don’t know if anything happened, or how much happened, or if I made empty promises that they would happen…or happen again.

I could ask my friend, I’m sure he’ll tell me anyway, but I don’t really want to know.  I think I hate being listed the dumb shit I do when drunk, even more than being thrid-wheeled.  I’m sitting here with my beer with a Bright Eyes album being the soundtrack to my bad decision. But it’s okay, because today is Thanksgiving and mid-day drinking is allowed…yes it’s a thin excuse, but I’ll take what I can get these days.