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Makes a diff'rence, havin' a decent family,' he said. 'Me dad was decent. An' your mum an' dad were decent. If they'd lived, life woulda bin diff'rent, eh?' 'Yeah, I s'pose,' said Harry cautiously. Hagrid seemed to be in a very strange mood. 'Family,' said Hagrid gloomily. 'Whatever yeh say, blood's important...

Boo'ful," she said, "life could be so diff'rent—" "But it never is," I said.

Then the true true is diff'rent to the seemin' true? said I. Yay, an' it usually is, I mem'ry Meronym sain', an' that's why true true is presher'n'rarer'n diamonds

To effectively communicate, we must realize that we are all diff erent in the way we perceive the world and use this understanding as a guide to our communication with others.

Which on am I?" I drew my left eyebrow in a high, puzzled arch. "Which what?" Crack reached for her makeup kit. "Bottom or fool?" She pulled out a tiny mirror and put another layer of mascara on her giant fake lashes. She used a special oversized mascara brush for her oversized lashes, carried in a big tube. "No. Trixie, Twinkie, or Bubbles?" I asked. "Who, in the show?" She shrugged. "What ever you want, Sugar. Makes no diff to me. A name's just another kind of package. Marketing. Starts the day you're born" p.136

Then the true true is diff’rent to the seemin’ true? said I. Yay, an’ it usually is, I mem’ry Meronym sayin’, an’ that’s why true true is presher’n’rarer’n diamonds.

See, when we get sent out into the world we come here carryin' two sets of gifts. The gifts of the father an' gifts of the mother. The two human bein's that made our life. We came here carryin' those two sets of gifts, each one equal to the other. But sometimes the world gets hold of us and makes us see diff'rent way. We get told as men that we gotta be strong, gotta be fearless. Lotta us kinda start ignorin' the gifts of our mother. Go through life just usin' gifts of our father. Bein' tough, makin' our own plans, livin' in the head. But if you do that you can't be wholee on accounta you gotta use both of them equal setsa gifts to live right, to fill out the circle of your own life. Be complete. Gotta use the mother's gifts too. Like gentleness an' nurturin' livin' in the heart.

Glossa Time goes by, time comes along, All is old and all is new; What is right and what is wrong, You must think and ask of you; Have no hope and have no fear, Waves that rise can never hold; If they urge or if they cheer, You remain aloof and cold. To our sight a lot will glisten, Many sounds will reach our ear; Who could take the time to listen And remember all we hear? Keep aside from all that patter, Seek yourself, far from the throng When with loud and idle clatter Time goes by, time comes along. Nor forget the tongue of reason Or its even scales depress When the moment, changing season, Wears the mask of happiness - It is born of reason's slumber And may last a wink as true: For the one who knows its number All is old and all is new. Be as to a play, spectator, As the world unfolds before: You will know the heart of matter Should they act two parts or four; When they cry or tear asunder From your seat enjoy along And you'll learn from art to wonder What is right and what is wrong. Past and future, ever blending, Are the twin sides of same page: New start will begin with ending When you know to learn from age; All that was or be tomorrow We have in the present, too; But what's vain and futile sorrow You must think and ask of you; For the living cannot sever From the means we've always had: Now, as years ago, and ever, Men are happy or are sad: Other masks, same play repeated; Diff'rent tongues, same words to hear; Of your dreams so often cheated, Have no hope and have no fear. Hope not when the villains cluster By success and glory drawn: Fools with perfect lack of luster Will outshine Hyperion! Fear it not, they'll push each other To reach higher in the fold, Do not side with them as brother, Waves that rise can never hold. Sounds of siren songs call steady Toward golden nets, astray; Life attracts you into eddies To change actors in the play; Steal aside from crowd and bustle, Do not look, seem not to hear From your path, away from hustle, If they urge or if they cheer; If they reach for you, go faster, Hold your tongue when slanders yell; Your advice they cannot master, Don't you know their measure well? Let them talk and let them chatter, Let all go past, young and old; Unattached to man or matter, You remain aloof and cold. You remain aloof and cold If they urge or if they cheer; Waves that rise can never hold, Have no hope and have no fear; You must think and ask of you What is right and what is wrong; All is old and all is new, Time goes by, time comes along.

A foolish mind would not raise an eyebrow when things are done diff erently in a foreign culture. An educated mind would try to understand the meaning of it all.

Of gold and silver ye have made your god, Diff'ring wherein from the idolater, But he that worships one, a hundred ye

C. diff can sometimes be life-threatening, even in healthy young adults.

C. diff is not a simple “stomach bug” like viral gastroenteritis or food poisoning that disappears in nearly all patients after a week or two.

In the past five years, C. diff has spread across the globe, helped in large part by air travel, the availability and frequent use of antibiotics, and the graying of the world’s population.

Many people infected with C. diff are sick with diarrhea, abdominal pain, nausea, and weight loss. Others are “carriers” of C. diff with no signs or symptoms of disease. Some of these carriers have been recently infected with C. diff but have recovered and now feel well. But carriers still have the C. diff organism in their stools and can serve as a silent reservoir of infection in hospitals and nursing homes.

Among frail, elderly patients, C. diff can be fatal in approximately 5-10%. Some patients with severe C. diff end up losing their colon and have a permanent bag on their side to catch bodily waste, via a procedure known as an ileostomy.

Testing stools for C. diff in patients after they have finished their Flagyl or Vanco for 10 days and after their bowel movements have returned to normal (that is, formed and not watery) is a waste of time and money, and is not helpful to the doctor or patient.

Once C. diff leaves the colon of the infected patient in a liquid stool, it usually converts to a spore that is like a seed that lies dormant in the hospital until it gets picked up by a suitable human host. Once swallowed, C. diff germinates (hatches) in the bowel and starts a new cycle of infection.

Some studies have reported C. diff in food purchased in a supermarket. Dogs, horses, pigs, and rabbits can also be carriers of C. diff, although spread of disease from pets or domestic animals to humans has yet to be documented. Like most infections, it is usually impossible to pinpoint the source of C. diff.

what I want to know is, is there a you independent of circumstances? Is there a way-down-deep me who is an actual, real person, the same person if she has money or not, the same person if she has a boyfriend or not, the same if she goes to this school or that school? Or am I only a set of circumstances?” “I don’t follow how that would make you fictional.” “I mean, I don’t control my thoughts, so they’re not really mine. I don’t decide if I’m sweating or get cancer or C. diff or whatever, so my body isn’t really mine. I don’t decide any of that—outside forces do. I’m a story they’re telling. I am circumstances.” She nodded. “Can you apprehend these outside forces?” “No, I’m not hallucinating,” I said. “It’s . . . like, I’m just not sure that I am, strictly speaking, real.” Dr. Singh placed her feet on the floor and leaned forward, her hands on her knees. “That’s very interesting,” she said. “Very interesting.” I felt briefly proud to be, for a moment anyway, not not uncommon. “It must be very scary, to feel that your self might not be yours. Almost a kind of . . . imprisonment?

Seems we can never just be brother and sister like in other families. Our whole lives, people have felt an urge to make up special names for what we are. at Lafayette Christian, we were the 'Oreo twins' or 'Kimberly and Arnold' after the characters on Diff'rent Strokes. And while those nicknames bugged us, they were certainly preferable to what they call us at Harrison

Hospitals in almost every country have reported outbreaks of C. diff, and the number and severity of cases continues to soar. In 2010 there were 350,000 cases of C. diff diagnosed in U.S. hospitals. That means that of 1,000 patients admitted to U.S hospitals, 10 will become infected with C. diff, most of them elderly. In some hospitals and nursing homes, as many as one in five patients is infected.

Some older or very ill patients may not be suitable candidates for fecal transfer. Colonoscopy is an invasive procedure, especially for those patients who are too ill with other conditions like cancer, heart failure, dialysis, or Alzheimer’s.

The idea behind a stool transplant is to “reseed the lawn,” so to speak. After exposure to weeks or months of antibiotics (including Vanco) the normal bowel flora — the organisms in your colon that help prevent infection — is weakened. They simply can’t keep C. diff out. In other words, the normal barrier function of the colonic flora is gone, and C. diff gets right back in. So putting in some normal flora from a healthy donor is like reseeding the lawn — it restores the barrier. When that happens, C. diff cannot get back in, and the infection is cured.

But what I want to know is, is there a you independent of circumstances? Is there a way-down-deep me who is an actual, real person, the same person if she has money or not, the same person if she has a boyfriend or not, the same if she goes to this school or that school? Or am I only a set of circumstances?” “I don’t follow how that would make you fictional.” “I mean, I don’t control my thoughts, so they’re not really mine. I don’t decide if I’m sweating or get cancer or C. diff or whatever, so my body isn’t really mine. I don’t decide any of that—outside forces do. I’m a story

Sviđalo mi se ljubiti se s toliko odjeće na sebi. Dok smo se ljubili, naše mu je disanje zamaglilo naočale. Pokušao ih je skinuti, a ja sam mu ih gurnula na vrh nosa pa smo se zajedno smijali. Kad mi je počeo ljubiti vrat, kroz glavu mi je prošla misao kako je njegov jezik bio u mojim ustima. Rekla sam samoj sebi da trebam biti u ovome trenutku, da si dopustim osjetiti njegovu toplinu na koži, ali njegov je jezik bio na mome vratu, mokar i živ i prepun mikroba, a njegova se ruka šuljala ispod moje jakne, dok su njegovi hladni prsti klizili po mojoj goloj koži. U redu je, i ti si u redu... samo ga poljubi. Moraš nešto provjeriti. Sve je u redu, samo budi jebeno normalna. Provjeri ostaju li mikrobi u tebi. Milijarda ljudi se ljubi i ne umire. Samo provjeri hoće li te mikrobi trajno nastaniti. Daj molim te, prekini s tim. Možda ima kampilo-bakter, možda je asimptomatičan nositelj E. coli i onda ćeš trebati antibiotike i dobit ćeš C. diff i bum, mrtva si za četiri dana. Molim te, jebeno prestani, samo ga poljubi. SAMO PROVJERI DA BUDEŠ SIGURNA. Odmaknula sam se. „Jesi li dobro?" Kimnula sam. ,,Samo... samo mi treba malo zraka." Uspravila sam se, okrenula, izvukla mobitel i upisala pretraživanje ,,ostaju li bakterije ljudi s kojima se ljubiš u tvome tijelu". Na brzinu sam preletjela par rezultata pseudozna-nosti, prije nego sam pronašla stvarnu studiju na tu temu. U prosjeku se, po poljupcu, izmijeni nekih osamdeset milijuna mikroba, a ,,pri pregledu nakon šest mjeseci ljudski mikrobiom čini se umjereno, ali dosljedno promijenjenim". Njegove će bakterije zauvijek ostati u meni, njih osamdeset milijuna; razmnožavat će se i rasti u meni, i pridružiti se mojim bakterijama i stvoriti bog zna što. Osjetila sam njegovu ruku na svom ramenu. Okrenula sam se i trznula. Nisam mogla doći do daha. Pred očima mi se mutilo. Dobro si, Davis nije prvi dečko kojeg si poljubila. Osamdeset milijuna organizama u meni zauvijek. Smiri se. Trajno mijenjaju mikrobiom. Ovo nije racionalno. Moraš nešto učiniti. Molim te! Postoji rješenje. Molim te! Idi u kupaonicu. ,,Što se zbiva?" „Uh, ništa“, odgovorila sam. „Samo, hm, moram do kupaonice." Izvukla sam mobitel kako bih ponovo pročitala studiju, ali sam se oduprla porivu, ugasila ga i gurnula nazad u džep. Ali ne, morala sam provjeriti mijenjaju li ga blago ili umjereno. Ponovo sam izvukla mobitel i pogledala studiju. Blago. Dobro je. Blago je bolje nego umjereno. Ali dosljedno. Sranje.

Identity development of young adults was studied in terms of achieved levels of diff erentiation of self (Allain, 2009). In this case, difficulties in identity development and diff erentiation from family of origin were shown to predict higher levels of distress, difficulties in coping, and maladjustment to stressful situations. College students in the study who were shown to have higher levels of diff erentiation of self from their families of origin were further shown to be more likely to perceive themselves as better able to solve problems encountered in daily living. Similarly, Hollander explored diff erentiation of self as a way of deepening our understanding of emerging adulthood. While emerging adulthood is widely known, little is empirically understood about the intra- and interpersonal development that occurs during this stage. In the study, Hollander Copyright

The CDC found that 42 percent of packaged meat products sold at three national chain grocery stores sampled contained toxin-producing C. diff bacteria.136 The United States, it turns out, has the highest reported levels of C. diff meat contamination in the world.137

I'll now fall back a furlong or two in me chair, while me larned but misguided collagues r-read th' Histhry iv Iceland to show ye how wrong I am. But mind ye, what I 've said goes. I let thim talk because it exercises their throats, but ye 've heard all th' decision on this limon case that'll get into th' fourth reader.' A voice fr'm th' audjeence, ' Do I get me money back ? ' Brown J. : ' Who ar-re ye ? ' Th' Voice : ' Th' man that ownded th' limons.' Brown J. : ' I don't know.' (Gray J., White J., dissentin' an' th' r-rest iv th' birds concurrin' but fr entirely diff'rent reasons.)

Hain't life woth livin', Uncle Jabez?" she asked. He laughed a short, harsh laugh and fell silent. "Waal, I dunno, Judy," he said at last, meditatively shifting his quid of tobacco. "I reckon it makes a big diff'rence who you live it with an' a bigger diff'rence yet what work yuh lay yer hand to. Both o' them things, as I see it, is a matter of luck.

there’s one thing I ’ate, it’s treating people diff’rent because of where they were born.

I could've bin a wolf, you know. With diff'rent parents, of course.

That's how crazy my life was when I was dealing and using drugs. I did anything I had to do to get the money to buy drugs, so I could sell drugs, to get the money to buy more drugs, so I could use drugs and stay high.

The longest I ever stayed up on meth was something like fourteen days. I started seeing these little creatures in my house. They looked so real to me that to this very day I could swear I actually saw them. They were these little men who looked like Stretch Armstrong dolls, but green. They were being manufactured under my house. They came up out of the ground and ran around my living room, and I would run around my house, chasing them, and shooting my gun at them. Sometimes I hit one, and it died. Then, all of a sudden, the wall opened up, and the creatures grabbed him and dragged him back inside, so I couldn't show anybody. That's why nobody else could see them but me.

You must mentally prepare to conquer any situation.

If you use plain text to create synthetic data to drive system tests, then it is a simple matter to add, update, or modify the test data without having to create any special tools to do so. Similarly, plain text output from regression tests can be trivially analyzed (with diff, for instance) or subjected to more thorough scrutiny with Perl, Python, or some other scripting tool.

I lost my new puppy,” the man in the car said. “Will you come help me find him?” “Oh, hell, no,” she said, glaring into the car at the almost-handsome man sitting behind the wheel. “I saw that very special episode of Diff’rent Strokes.” “Then

require chronic or recurrent treatment with a wide array of medications, some of which could aff ect insulin sensitivity, �-cell function, or other aspects of glucoregulation. Whenever feasible, preference should be given to those agents that are either neutral or beneficial in their eff ects on carbohydrate and lipid metabolism. In the sections that follow, diff erent classes of medications will be discussed with regard to their impact on diabetes risk. These medication classes were selected for discussion based either on (a) their historical association with dysglycemia in clinical practice, (b) extensive utilization for the management of comorbid conditions (e.g., hypertension, dyslipidemia) in diabetic patients, or (c) existing or emerging reports of possible association with

Sometimes mothers of newborn babies have to take antibiotics for a urinary tract infection. The antibiotics can damage the protective stool barrier allowing C. diff to get in and cause infection. I

have treated a few moms who probably caught C. diff from their newborns. I have also treated a neonatologist (a pediatric specialist in newborn diseases) who probably picked up C. diff at work from one of her sick newborns.

There are no defi nitive histories because the past keeps looking diff erent as the present changes.

Her husband donated a stool sample, which Khoruts pulverised in a blender. He then delivered a cupful of the slurry into Rebecca via a colonoscopy. Within a day, her diarrhoea had stopped. Within a month, the C-diff had vanished. This time, it did not rebound. She had been cured-thoroughly, quickly, and enduringly.

The procedure works along the same principles as a probiotic, but rather than adding just one strain of bacteria, or even 17, it adds all of them. It's an ecosystem transplant-an attempt to fix a faltering community by completely replacing it, like returfing a lawn that's overrun by dandelions. Khoruts showed this process at work by collecting stool samples from Rebecca before and after her transplant. Beforehand, her gut was a mess. The C-diff infection had completely restructured her microbiome, creating a community that "looked like something that doesn't exist in nature-a different galaxy", says Khoruts. Afterwards, her microbiome was indistinguishable from her husband's. His microbes had stormed into her dysbiotic gut and reset it. It was almost as if Khoruts had done an organ transplant, throwing out his patient's diseased and damaged gut microbiome and replacing it with the donor's shiny new one. This makes the microbiome the only organ that can be replaced without surgery.

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I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash. I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, “It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.” Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore. The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers. Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well, then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned. For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer. Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!

NO MTR HOW BAD ONE DAY IS, THE NEXT IS ALWAYS NEW AND DIFF.

Makes a diff’rence, havin’ a decent family,

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2 to 2gether together 4 for 4eva forever any1 anyone BFF best friends forever BFFAE best friends forever and ever b-room bathroom b/t between c See caf cafeteria comm committee comp computer DEK don’t even know def definitely diff different

Corpus dictum eo quod corruptum perit. [n25] Solubile enim atque mortale est, et aliquando solvendum. [n26] Caro autem a creando est appellata. [n27] Crementum enim semen est masculi, unde animalium et hominum corpora concipiuntur. Hinc et parentes creatores vocantur. [n28] Caro autem ex quattuor elementis compacta est. Nam terra in carne est, aer in halitu, humor in sanguine, ignis in calore vitali. [n29] Habent enim in nobis elementa suam quaeque partem, cuius quid debetur conpage resoluta. [n30] 25. Subst. corpus je vytvořeno z kořene *kwrep-, 'tělo'; se slovem corruptus, 'zkažený', nesouvisí. Srv. také Isidor, Diff. I,116 (PL 83,23A): 'Tělo (corpus) je nazvané podle zkaženosti (corruptio).' 26. Isidor tuto myšlenku převzal od Lactantia, De opif. Dei, 4,7-8 (SC 213,126). Lactantius označuje v Div. instit. VII,1 (PL 6,736A) jako pramen tohoto tvrzení Platóna. Srv. F. Gasti, L'anthropologia di Isidoro, str. 29, pozn. 34. 27. Subst. caro, 'maso', 'tkán', 'tělo', není etymologicky příbuzné se slovesem creare, 'tvořit', nýbrž je odvozeno od kořene *(s)ker- s významem 'krájet'; srv. např. řecké sloveso χείρειν (keirein), 'krájet', 'stříhat'. Srv. Ernout-Meillet, s. v. caro. Stejnou etymologii uvádí Isidor v Etymol. XX,2,20. 28. Ve skutečnosti pochází subst. crementum, 'přírůstek', přeneseně 'sémě', 'sperma', od slovesa crescere, 'růst', a subst. creator, 'zploditel', 'stvořitel', od slovesa creare, tvořit'. Uvedená slovesa mají podobný základ, ale nejsou příbuzná v té míře, jak se domníval Isidor. Tutéž větu nacházíme u Isidora i v Etymol. IX,5,5. Srv. také Placidus, Gloss. E 9 (GlossL IV,20): 'Má se za to, že excreamentum je to, co vyplivujeme nebo vykašláváme (excreare); rovněž je to mužské sémě, z něhož se počínají těla zvířat i lidí. Proto se také rodučům říká creatores (zploditelé).

the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the Forest. ‘Look there,’ said Hagrid, ‘see that stuff shinin’ on the ground? Silvery stuff? That’s unicorn blood. There’s a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We’re gonna try an’ find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery.’ ‘And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?’ said Malfoy, unable to keep the fear out of his voice. ‘There’s nothin’ that lives in the Forest that’ll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang,’ said Hagrid. ‘An’ keep ter the path. Right, now, we’re gonna split inter two parties an’ follow the trail in diff’rent directions. There’s blood all over the place, it must’ve bin staggerin’ around since last night at least.’ ‘I want Fang,’ said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fang’s long teeth. ‘All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,’ said Hagrid. ‘So me, Harry an’ Hermione’ll go one way an’ Draco, Neville an’ Fang’ll go the other. Now, if any of us finds the unicorn, we’ll send up green sparks, right? Get yer wands out an’ practise now – that’s it – an’ if anyone gets in trouble, send up red sparks, an’ we’ll all come an’ find yeh – so, be careful – let’s go.’ The Forest was black and silent. A little way into it they reached a fork in the earth path and Harry, Hermione and Hagrid took the left path while Malfoy, Neville and Fang took the right. They walked in silence, their eyes on the ground. Every now and then a ray of moonlight through the branches above lit a spot of silver blue blood on the fallen leaves. Harry saw that Hagrid looked very worried. ‘Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns?’ Harry asked. ‘Not fast enough,’ said Hagrid. ‘It’s not easy ter catch a unicorn, they’re powerful magic creatures. I never knew one ter be hurt before.’ They walked past a mossy tree-stump. Harry could hear running water; there must be a stream somewhere close by. There were still