Uti Quotes

She'd call us her bee-utiful girls and take us for hot chocolate on Mondays, because Fridays didn't deserve all the attention. It was funny. I used to think of myself as a Monday and Ellen as a Friday. But Mondays and Fridays were just twenty-four-hour stretches of time with different names.

I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih

Cranberry juice, widely touted for its ability to prevent UTIs, seems to be ineffective. Whether cranberry tablets and capsules are also as ineffective is not clear, but the studies are low quality.

Om du tänker dig ett dike. Det är spadtag efter spadtag och det kan ju se galet ut för ett barn. Men en vuxen vet vart det leder, att det torrlägger marken så det växer bättre. Med varje spadtag tänker man på det kreaturet och på det. Man tänker på ofödda kalvar och på hästen, hur han skall orka bättre. Och när man tänker så, blir inte ett enda spadtag utan sin mening. Visst är det så? Men i Stockholm. Hur någon där kunde se vad för ett dike han stod uti och vad det skulle tjäna till att fäkta - det förstår inte jag.

It’s not that I think you’re gonna knock me up with little, uh, trapdoors, or something, it’s that I only trust lysol so much and doorknobs are kinda germ magnets. No offense. Hopefully that doesn’t fuck with the mojo but I don’t need to explain a UTI from this.

Doe eye sparkling in her elfin face, and a sassy hairstyle I can only dream would make me look adorable instead of mannish. She is a traditional bea.uty that time cannot diminish

Scientists suspect that by eating chicken and other meat, women infect their lower intestinal tract with these antibiotic-resistant bacteria, which can then creep up into their bladder.1182 Commonsense hygiene measures to prevent UTIs have included wiping from front to back after bowel movements and urinating after intercourse to flush out any infiltrators. Commenting on this body of research, Science News suggested meat avoidance as an option to “chicken out” of urinary tract infections.

Siquid desit in annum, uti paretur: quae supersint, ut veneant: quae opus sint locato, locentur: quae opera fieri velit et quae locari velit, uti imperet et ea scripta relinquat... Patrem familias vendacem, non emacem esse oportet. Give orders that whatever may be lacking for the current year be supplied; that what is superfluous be sold; that whatever work should be let out be let. Give directions as to what work you want done on the place, and what you want let out, and leave the directions in writing... The master should have the selling habit, not the buying habit.

Cónditor alme síderum, ætérna lux credéntium, Christe, redémptor ómnium, exáudi preces súpplicum. Qui cóndolens intéritu mortis períre sǽculum, salvásti mundum lánguidum, donans reis remédium. Vergénte mundi véspere, uti sponsus de thálamo, egréssus honestíssima Vírginis matris cláusula. Cuius forti poténtiæ genu curvántur ómnia; cæléstia, terréstria nutu faténtur súbdita. Te, Sancte, fide quǽsumus, ventúre iudex sæculi, consérva nos in témpore hostis a telo pérfidi. Sit, Christe, rex piíssime, tibi Patríque glória cum Spíritu Paráclito, in sempitérna sǽcula. Amen.

I ask her about feeding tubes, ventilators, defibrillators—all life-sustaining measures—confirming that she doesn’t want any of those. I talk about medical power of attorney, and financial power of attorney, about sedation, about antibiotics for comfort during UTIs or other infections. I talk about cultural traditions and funeral planning, whether she wants music as she’s dying, or religion, or neither. Who she’d like to be with her at the end, and who she doesn’t want to see. Just because someone is dying doesn’t mean that they can’t call the shots. As I tick off the items, Felix seems to draw further and further into himself, until finally I turn a bright smile toward him.

My dwelling was small, and I could hardly entertain an echo in it; but it seemed larger for being a single apartment and remote from neighbors. All the attractions of a house were concentrated in one room; it was kitchen, chamber, parlor, and keeping-room; and whatever satisfaction parent or child, master or servant, derive from living in a house, I enjoyed it all. Cato says, the master of a family (patremfamilias) must have in his rustic villa "cellam oleariam, vinariam, dolia multa, uti lubeat caritatem expectare, et rei, et virtuti, et gloriae erit," that is, "an oil and wine cellar, many casks, so that it may be pleasant to expect hard times; it will be for his advantage, and virtue, and glory." I had in my cellar a firkin of potatoes, about two quarts of peas with the weevil in them, and on my shelf a little rice, a jug of molasses, and of rye and Indian meal a peck each. I sometimes dream of a larger and more populous house, standing in a golden age, of enduring materials, and without gingerbread work, which shall still consist of only one room, a vast, rude, substantial, primitive hall, without ceiling or plastering, with bare rafters and purlins supporting a sort of lower heaven over one's head—useful to keep off rain and snow, where the king and queen posts stand out to receive your homage, when you have done reverence to the prostrate Saturn of an older dynasty on stepping over the sill; a cavernous house, wherein you must reach up a torch upon a pole to see the roof; where some may live in the fireplace, some in the recess of a window, and some on settles, some at one end of the hall, some at another, and some aloft on rafters with the spiders, if they choose; a house which you have got into when you have opened the outside door, and the ceremony is over; where the weary traveller may wash, and eat, and converse, and sleep, without further journey; such a shelter as you would be glad to reach in a tempestuous night, containing all the essentials of a house, and nothing for house-keeping; where you can see all the treasures of the house at one view, and everything hangs upon its peg, that a man should use; at once kitchen, pantry, parlor, chamber, storehouse, and garret; where you can see so necessary a thing, as a barrel or a ladder, so convenient a thing as a cupboard, and hear the pot boil, and pay your respects to the fire that cooks your dinner, and the oven that bakes your bread, and the necessary furniture and utensils are the chief ornaments; where the washing is not put out, nor the fire, nor the mistress, and perhaps you are sometimes requested to move from off the trap-door, when the cook would descend into the cellar, and so learn whether the ground is solid or hollow beneath you without stamping. A house whose inside is as open and manifest as a bird's nest, and you cannot go in at the front door and out at the back without seeing some of its inhabitants; where to be a guest is to be presented with the freedom of the house, and not to be carefully excluded from seven eighths of it, shut up in a particular cell, and told to make yourself at home there—in solitary confinement. Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance. There is as much secrecy about the cooking as if he had a design to poison you. I am aware that I have been on many a man's premises, and might have been legally ordered off, but I am not aware that I have been in many men's houses. I might visit in my old clothes a king and queen who lived simply in such a house as I have described, if I were going their way; but backing out of a modern palace will be all that I shall desire to learn, if ever I am caught in one.

Nihilne igitur illa vicinitas redolet, nihihne hominum fama, nihil Baiae denique ipsae loquuntur ? Illae vero non loquuntur solum,verum etiam personant, huc unius mulieris libidinem esse prolapsam, ut ea non modo solitudinem ac tenebras atque haec flagitiorum integumenta non quaerat, sed in turpissimis rebus frequentissima celebritate et clarissima luce laetetur. Verum si quis est, qui etiam meretriciis amoribus interdictum iuventuti putet, est ille quidem valde severus (negare non possum), sed abhorret non modo ab huius saeculi licentia, verum etiam a maiorum consuetudine atque concessis. Quando enim hoc non factitatum est, quando reprehensum, quando non permissum, quando denique fuit, ut, quod licet, non liceret? Hic ego iam rem definiam, mulierem nullam nominabo; tantum in medio relinquam. Si quae non nupta mulier domum suam patefecerit omnium cupiditati palamque sese in meretricia vita collocarit, virorum alienissimorum conviviis uti instituerit, si hoc in urbe, si in hortis, si in Baiarum illa celebritate faciat, si denique ita sese gerat non incessu solum, sed ornatu atque comitatu, non flagrantia oculorum, non libertate sermonum, sed etiam complexu, osculatione, actis, navigatione, conviviis, ut non solum meretrix, sed etiam proterva meretrix procaxque videatur: cum hac si qui adulescens forte fuerit, utrum hic tibi, L. Herenni, adulter an amator, expugnare pudicitiam an explere libidinem voluisse videatur? Obliviscor iam iniurias tuas, Clodia, depono memoriam doloris mei; quae abs te crudeliter in meos me absente facta sunt, neglego; ne sint haec in te dicta, quae dixi. Sed ex te ipsa requiro, quoniam et crimen accusatores abs te et testem eius criminis te ipsam dicunt se habere. Si quae mulier sit eius modi, qualem ego paulo ante descripsi, tui dissimilis, vita institutoque meretricio, cum hac aliquid adulescentem hominem habuisse rationis num tibi perturpe aut perflagitiosum esse videatur? Ea si tu non es, sicut ego malo, quid est, quod obiciant Caelio? Sin eam te volunt esse, quid est, cur nos crimen hoc, si tu contemnis, pertimescamus? Quare nobis da viam rationemque defensionis. Aut enim pudor tuus defendet nihil a M. Caelio petulantius esse factum, aut impudentia et huic et ceteris magnam ad se defendendum facultatem dabit.

– I have a letter for you, mister Nelson. Mister Abbot drog ut en låda under disken, plockade i en bunt brev tills han fick tag uti ett litet fyrkantigt, gråblått kuvert: – Here it is! Yes, mister Nelson. Karl Oskar strålade upp när han kände igen brevet: Det var den sorts kuvert som de nyttjade därhemma. Han sträckte ut handen efter det. – Fifteen cents! Den långe skotten höll brevet i tumgreppet, men räckte det inte åt svensken på andra sidan disken: – Fifteen cents, sir! – What menar you, mister Abbot…? Karl Oskar nyttjade sin engelska. Varför lämnade inte postmaster Abbot ifrån sig hans brev? Ville han ha betalt för att han hade haft hand om det – vad menade han med de där femton cents? – You have to pay fifteen cents in postage due, mister Nelson! Postmästaren i Taylors Falls höll fortfarande det lilla gråblå kuvertet kvar i sin högra hand, emellan tummen och pekfingret, medan han med vänstra handens pekfinger visade på frimärkena i högra hörnet. Och Karl Oskar Nilsson hade fortfarande sin hand utsträckt efter brevet från Sverige. Så trodde han sig förstå: Brevet var inte betalt. Han måste lösa det med femton cents. Men han hade inte en enda cent. – Yes, sir? Mister Abbot väntade med orörliga anletsdrag och med brevet i handen, han höll det i ett fast, säkert grepp, som om han varit rädd att tappa det eller bli fråntagen det med våld. Men Abbot var inte en man som tappade något eller som blev fråntagen något med våld. – No… No… Invandraren prövade landets språk. Jag can’t i dag… Not today… No… Har not… Not an cent. Och för att postmastern säkert skulle förstå, att han inte hade några pengar satte han händerna i byxlommarna och drog upp fodret: Tomt! Postmästaren blev beklagande i rösten: – No cash, mister Nelson? Sorry! I have to keep your letter. Han lade åter ner brevet i lådan under sin disk. Karl Oskar hade sträckt ut handen efter brevet från Sverige men fick dra den tom tillbaka – han stack ner den i sin tomma byxficka.

W Sta­nach nie­za­leż­nie od po­li­tycz­ne­go roz­da­nia rzą­dzi więc kilka po­tęż­nych or­ga­ni­za­cji lob­by­stycz­nych. Naj­waż­niej­sza z nich to Wall Stre­et, a więc banki i in­sty­tu­cje fi­nan­so­we. Drugą jest sek­tor mi­li­tar­ny oraz bez­pie­czeń­stwa. Wy­jąt­ko­wo groź­ny dla resz­ty świa­ta, co po­ka­za­ły wy­pad­ki sprzed de­ka­dy. Trze­ci blok to po­tęż­ne lobby izra­el­skie. Potem jesz­cze lobby gór­ni­czo-naf­to­we. Szcze­gól­nie wpły­wo­we od cza­sów Geo­r­ge’a W. Busha, który po­sta­wił wieu naf­cia­rzy na czele po­wią­za­nych z rzą­dem ogra­ni­za­cji zaj­mu­ją­cych się śro­do­wi­skiem. Na tym przy­kła­dzie do­brze widać, jak dzia­ła ta „neo­li­be­ral­na de­re­gu­la­cja”. To zna­czy naf­cia­rze w imie­niu rządu re­gu­lu­ją swój wła­sny sek­tor. I niech pan zgad­nie, w któ­rym kie­run­ku to re­gu­lu­ją! Oczy­wi­ście robią to w taki spo­sób, żeby więk­sza część kosz­tów ich dzia­łal­no­ści zo­sta­ła prze­rzu­co­na na in­nych. W tym przy­pad­ku na śro­do­wi­sko. W ten spo­sób ich pro­duk­ty mogą być śmiesz­nie tanie. A sek­tor ban­ko­wy? Do­kład­nie ta sama hi­sto­ria. Po­zwo­lo­no ban­kom w imię wol­no­ści ro­snąć do roz­mia­rów, gdy stały się zbyt duże, by upaść. I teraz rząd musi je ra­to­wać za każ­dym razem, gdy wpad­ną w kło­po­ty. I to nie tylko po­przez ba­ilo­uty. O wiele czę­ściej od­by­wa się to w spo­sób dużo bar­dziej za­ka­mu­flo­wa­ny. Przez dłuż­szy czas Fed mu­siał wpusz­czać w go­spo­dar­kę cięż­kie mi­liar­dy do­dat­ko­wych do­la­rów. W efek­cie na Wall Stre­et pa­nu­je nie­spo­ty­ka­na hossa. A re­al­na go­spo­dar­ka jak tkwi­ła, tak tkwi w kło­po­tach. Na rynek we­wnętrz­ny to się w ogóle nie prze­kła­da. To nie jest żadna de­re­gu­la­cja. To jest sa­mo­re­gu­la­cja.

Vincere scis, Hannibal, victoria uti nescis. [Sabes vencer, Aníbal, pero no sabes aprovecharte de la victoria.] LIVIO, 22, 51, 4. Frase que Maharbal dirige como reproche al gran general cartaginés.

and by mid-1781 it had caused him to conclude that France now sought a graceful exit from this stalemated war. Although he did not know it—nor would he ever learn the truth—his judgment was correct. Vergennes was prepared to consent to a long term truce uti possidetis; a diminutive United States would have existed, but Great Britain almost certainly would have retained Maine, northern Vermont, the Carolinas, Georgia, the tramontane West, and portions of New York, including New York City, and New England doubtless would be denied access to the Newfoundland fisheries.53

cats are susceptible to diabetes and UTIs.

(NIT): This is not a training indicator, but rather a bacterium that causes urinary tract infections (UTIs),

namque, uti paucis verum absolvam, post illa tempora quicumque rem publicam agitavêre, honestis nominibus, alii sicuti populi iura defenderent, pars quo senatûs auctoritas maxima foret, bonum publicum simulantes pro suâ quisque potentiâ certabant.

I forna tider var skogen vild och mörk samt ostängd åt alla håll; han var så tät, att man ej kunde fälla ett träd med mindre det hängde sig i de närstående. Därför var det ej så lätt för den tidens folk att öfver stock och sten äfventyra sig fram på de obanade skogsgatorna, då skogsfararna ofta ej hade någon annan rättledning än de bråtkasar, hvilka voro hopkastade vid vägen eller de barfläckar man här och hvar huggit i träden. Visserligen var trängseln i underskogen och det djupa dunklet under trädens kronor ganska lägligt för den rädda haren, nattugglorna och den smygande skogsräfven, men desto hemskare för de små bärplockarna och vallbarnen, hvilka i skymningen måste »löpa ko- eller lammaskog» för att innan sena kvällen få boskapen till foderhuset i skogen; under det att de fruktade att vara villade af skogstrollet, eller att få sofva natten öfver i skogen, läste de i ångesten ofta vid bråtkasen, hvilken de städse ökade genom att kasta dit en riskvist eller pinne: Jag ökar på dig Kal-mor! Gud giv' jag måtte få alla mina kor. Det var en offergåva åt Kalmor, det hemliga väsende eller en drake, som man trodde bo där under bråtkasen och råda öfver skogen. Och ändå hände det understundom, att barn och folk gingo vilse i de djupa stiglösa skogarna, hvarest ej sällan arga skälmar och röfvare gömde sig för rättvisans arm, hade sina kulor samt lefde af att råna och mörda. Men kommo de bortgångna ej hem efter dag och dygn, brukade man med kyrkklockan »ringa hop folk efter dem»; hvarefter, när de saknade omsider funnos igen och förts till bygd, syntes ögonen stundom helt hvita i hufvudet på dem af vildhet och vridna af förskräckelse. Dock lyckades man ej alltid finna de vilsegångna vid lif. Så hittade man en gång uti »Allehage» en gumma, som låg död af hunger, och gräset hade redan vuxit upp genom hennes utslagna hår.

Cranberries Really Do Prevent UTIs Studies presented at the 223rd national meeting of the American Chemical Society show that the ruby red berries have some of the most potent antioxidants of any common

Da Høitiden og den berammede Fæst Fremskinnet, at alle blev buden som Giæst, Var Brudgommen længst uti Havet. Hvad var her at giøre, mand skicket ham bud, Mand satte Fartøyer og Slupper herud, Og allesteds Havet omstrømmet; Hand lod sig dog icke beqvemme dertil, Han bad dem inbiude, hvem Fanden de vil, Den Giæstebud hannem ey sømmet.

Nej! sök uti dig själver ro, Det är en evig sannings regel: Se andras tankar, hjälp och tro, De äro dig, som lösa segel: De vända sig, som vädren gå, Och skeppet snart i sjön ned väger: Om det ej egen styrman äger, Förloras det i böljan blå.

Siquid desit in annum, uti paretur: quae supersint, ut veneant: quae opus sint locato, locentur: quae opera fieri velit et quae locari velit, uti imperet et ea scripta relinquat... Patrem familias vendacem, non emacem esse oportet. Give orders that whatever may be lacking for the current year be supplied; that what is superfluous be sold; that whatever work should be let out be let... The master should have the selling habit, not the buying habit.

Circumcision For Adults Has Approval from Medical Experts IIn a few religions like Judaism, circumcision is an essential ritual. It gets performed when the male child is eight days old. During this, the foreskin on the genital gets removed. And almost all Jews follow this without fail. But sometimes, due to unavoidable circumstances, it may not be possible to circumcise baby. Yes, then the mohel may recommend some other auspicious day for circumcision. The family follows all the Jewish rituals during this ceremony. Indeed, there is a belief that doing so has a lot of health benefits for that person. Not all religions follow this custom. So, there is always a debate about whether it is beneficial to perform this ritual. Avoid Infection with Circumcision And research has proved that it is advantageous to do the bris ceremony. There is a reduced risk of contracting infections like STI, UTIs, and cancer of the penis. It has also proved that there is an improvement in the hygiene in the genital area. So, an expert may recommend an adult to undergo circumcision who has not done so in infancy. Yes, but you must get this procedure done through a professional. You can find many an expert mohel who can perform this ritual for children as well as adults. Essential To Hire a Professional This procedure gets performed in a sensitive area that needs a lot of precaution. So, you should engage only an expert in circumcision Los Angeles for this. a novice or an amateur may make mistakes. And you may have to face a lot of trouble because of this. And when a professional gets hired, especially for an adult circumcision, it will avoid post-procedure complications. It is not prudent to take a shortcut concerning health. People who resort to them get into more trouble. So, it is best avoided. Approval From Modern Science Look for a qualified rabbi and get it done as soon as possible. Modern science also approves of this religious ritual. It may seem that people undergo this procedure because of religious beliefs. But anyone who wants to stay safe and not get infected by some diseases should circumscribe themselves. The benefits of doing so are many compared to not undergoing it. And if you contact a mohel who is a professional, it will get done in no time. It is always advisable to stay safe rather than get infected and then for its treatment.

I have never been so sore in my life. I’m pretty sure I have a UTI, considering it burned when I went pee. Of course, that could be due to the fact he fucked me in the middle of the woods. You know, tree branches, dirt, and all of that probably wasn’t the best idea.

I’m pretty sure I have a UTI, considering it burned when I went pee. Of course, that could be due to the fact he fucked me in the middle of the woods. You know, tree branches, dirt, and all of that probably wasn’t the best idea.

I’m completely content, and then North and his big, bossy mouth ruin it. “Get up and go to the bathroom.” I huff at him and turn towards Gryphon, giving him the cold shoulder in the most literal sense of the term. “Stop worrying about your sheets, they’re already ruined. I just wanna sleep; leave me alone.” He slides a palm under my arm and levers me into a sitting position like I’m made out of air, not at all listening to my demands. “You’ll regret it when you get a UTI. Just go pee, and then you can spread out all you want.

I had a mysterious prolonged UTI of unknown cause in 2007 that all medical UTI testing proved negative. A year later in 2008 my doctor was stating ‘He has a plethora of multi-system complaints with no specificity.’ I had been working at an astronomical facility that used a large amount of mercury and had been handling rubber filled mercury systems with no personal protective equipment, such as gloves and respirators. The Kitt Peak National Observatory (KPNO) where I worked provided no industry recognized training in the safe handling of mercury.

So, then, what aid do the mystics offer? Love, the Rhineland mystics say, is “without why.” We love because we love, and there is no answer as to why we love because there is no question. Johann Scheffler (1624–1677), the mystical poet who used the pen name Angelus Silesius, packed a great deal of wisdom into a very short couplet: The rose is without why. It blossoms because it blossoms; It cares not for itself, asks not if it is seen. Love is like the rose. The blossoming of the rose is how we love. Love releases the axiological realm by releasing life from its servitude to some other, servile purpose. Of course, we would all love to have our love returned with love, but that is not a condition of love. That is its risk, down on bended knee, heart pounding, hoping for a yes, yes. Love is transformational, not transactional. When we love we do not start by calculating what is in it for us or demand to know what purpose it serves. Faced with the unprethinkability of being and the unforeseeability of the future, love does not ask, “Why?” Love’s only question, the one true question, the question of all questions is, “Is it unconditionally worthy of affirmation, in itself, for itself, without why?” What is truly loved is loved simply for being there rather than not. We love what is intrinsically worthy of our love, prized and appreciated for itself, not for its use value or its exchange value, for enjoyment (frui), not employment (uti, use), Augustine said.

Did you know that if you’re a middle-aged woman, you have only a small window of opportunity between the beginning of perimenopause and the start of menopause to start estrogen replacement therapy to protect not only your brain but also your bones and cardiovascular system? I did not, until I dug into the science, because as a woman who was diagnosed with a stage 0 breast lump, I was scared off like so many of us from the results of the Women’s Health Initiative, which got blasted out all over the news and initially showed a link between estrogen replacement therapy and breast cancer, but guess what? That study had so many flaws, its findings are little more than useless and possibly harmful. Worse, women like me without uteri show a decrease in breast cancer with estrogen replacement therapy. But this information never made it either into the headlines or into our gynecologists’ offices. I had to find it in scientific publications such as The Lancet online. In fact, get this: Our medical system barely trains gynecologists in menopausal medicine. A recent study found that only 20 percent of ob-gyn residency programs in the U.S. provide any menopause training. Yes, any. Which means that 80 percent of all gynecological residents in school today are getting no training whatsoever in post-reproductive women’s health. These are people whose job it is to know everything going on in our ladyparts, but they have not been taught the basic tenets of how to care for either us or our plumbing after we stop menstruating. And by “us” I mean 30 percent of all women alive on earth at any given moment. Half of my middle-aged female friends deal with chronic urinary tract infections. Oh, well, we think, throwing up our hands in defeat and consuming far too many antibiotics than are rational or safe or even good for the future safety of humanity. It took Dr. Rachel Rubin, a urologist in Washington, D.C., reaching out to me over Twitter to explain that UTIs in menopausal women do not have to be recurrent. They can be mitigated with, yes, vaginal estrogen. Not once was I ever

In the meantime, it seems the Portuguese had kept their side of the bargain. In 1515, Oba Esigie was fighting a war of survival against a local rival. The Attah of Idah, ruler of the Igala people, was a formidable enemy to the north, who, perhaps with the assistance of cavalry, forced Benin’s army back to its city walls.11 Disaster was narrowly averted, according to common lore, because the Portuguese stepped in with their guns. It was, Patrick Oronsaye told me, an intervention that ‘changed the course of Benin’s history’. Two white men – Ava and Uti – are said to have fired the weapons, with stunning effect. ‘Noise, smoke, death at a great distance. The Idah army reeled back.

Siquid desit in annum, uti paretur: quae supersint, ut veneant: quae opus sint locato, locentur: quae opera fieri velit et quae locari velit, uti imperet et ea scripta relinquat... Patrem familias vendacem, non emacem esse oportet.

There are certain things that remind me of my destiny to raw dog American capitalism, get the same UTI over and over, and keep going back out of shame and lack of prospects. I skew pretty left, but I will wait in line at Space Mountain for an hour and foam at the mouth over the intellectual property of one of the world's vilest conglomerates. Their labor and integration practices ae sick, their refusal to produce anything new is obnoxious, and when I see a princess at a theme park who has the same hair color as me, I pass out.

Ego autem sum quasi vas inane,’ he began awkwardly, stuttering along the lines of meaningless prose like a small child. ‘Ego donavit corpus meum ad dominum meum in exercitu magno Cardinalis Balthazar De La Senza,’ he continued, quickly becoming surprisingly fluent despite his vaguely cockney tone. ‘Tempore domini Inquisitoris magni voluntatis esse, aequo animo et scissa animam meam a fundamentis et suspensi in abyssum quasi stercora, nihil prorsus in aeternum damnatus egisse,’ he went on, oblivious to something stirring in the small box behind him. Wisps of purple drifted from it like steam from a cooling kettle. ‘Ego Christophorus Baxtere accipe usitata res est, uti et magnis La Senza caput meum corium et nervorum et magnifici primum genus dentium,’ Baxter continued, strangely enjoying himself. Far away in another place, the bound and trapped Cardinal La Senza had begun to whisper the words in unison beneath the folds of his hooded cloak. Oblivious, Baxter was flying now, quite unaware of the sinister coaching he was receiving. ‘O magnum La Senza, cum venerit, et ad hoc bonum esse propter tempus, quia ego miser!’ Baxter read on. A coiling snake-like tendril of purple had fingered its way through the lock of the cabinet and was creeping menacingly towards its target. It advanced up Baxter’s legs, body and neck until finally, it crept imperceptibly into his ears. ‘Ego Christophorus Baxtere immolare volens alumnam cerebrum meum et animam, ut vos mos postulo ut enable uariat possessione tua ...’ Pleased beyond measure by what he had fondled and explored, La Senza went still. Content for now, he drew back his sensing vines and they fell away from Baxter, unnoticed. His jailors had seen nothing. La Senza now had the chance he’d been craving for centuries, so many lifetimes of plotting and scheming. He knew nothing of the young man he had inspected so intimately – frankly, he didn’t care. It was the body, oh his body, so young and fit; teeth clean like white mice, no trace of Popery, no hint of Lutheran, Baptist, Jew, Muslim or Buddhist within his empty soul, nothing to restrain or inhibit the Inquisitor’s foul purposes. La Senza knew that his escape was mere days away. Immobile, he marshalled dark reserves for the events to come. ‘Nunc me vacua est anima mea praeparata et redditur supersunt, La Senza venit, et possident me! Sincere vestrum, Christopher Baxter,’ finished Chris, with a flourish. ‘Bravo Mr Baxter,’ said Ascot McCauley, standing as he clapped enthusiastically. ‘Bravo!

Illa cantat, nos tacemus. Quando ver venit meum? Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam? Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus respicit. Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.

I should probably be paying attention to, possibly even enthralled by. Especially considering that this is the first date I’ve had in a year. And no, I’m not counting my drunken escapades, those aren’t dates with anyone but the GYNO. I’m careful but also paranoid, in this day and age we have to be. If I had unprotected sexy times, with the way my luck works, I’d get the supercharged UTI to end all UTIs and die alone with 20 cats and a pee bag strapped to my leg.

Marx atribuye a la ciencia y a la investigación un papel liberador, "crítico y revolucionario", como lo afirma en el postfacio de la segunda edición de El Capital. Toda investigación en educación, incapaz de comprometerse con ese principio liberador, ocultándose atrás del llamado "rigor metodológico", es necesariamente una investigación conservadora. Como demostró exhaustivamen-te Jürgen Habermas, la ideología (mistificación) de la in-vestigación en ciencias humanas es la reducción de todos los intereses al de las ciencias naturales, que es el interés instrumental. En las sociedades comprometidas en el proceso de racio-nalización (modernización), la investigación científica es uti-lizada como instrumento de legitimación de la dominación: a dominación es justificada "científicamente". De ahí surge que desde el punto de vista marxista, los modelos emergen-tes de la investigación son superiores a los modelos tradicio-nales. Los modelos emergentes de la investigación ya no representan el punto de vista de una clase determinada para ejercer una futura dominación sobre otra clase, sino el punto de vista de una clase cuya histórica misión es superar esa dominación.

These are the men we’re supposed to get a UTI for?

UTIs are a real bitch. I’m sure the bunnies you’ve been with like to pretend that’s not a reality. Or maybe, they wear it as a badge of honor—a little memento of the time they fucked the Cal Berg. I hate to break it to you, but there isn’t an orgasm great enough to risk the burning sensation when I pee for the next three days.