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Recovering from facial lacerations
ohnoesitstori wrote in little_details
So, my story takes place in a yet to be determined modern American city, and basically the main character ends up with a cut starting at the corner of his mouth and going about 2 inches across his cheek. It's done with a box-cutter in unhygienic conditions, and it will be several hours before he can get treatment for it. (Maybe longer? I'm not sure if that would be plausible or not) Since the only medical care he has access to is a kind of shady mob doctor, it's going to scar up pretty nasty.

I've already found some resources on how to patch him back up, but I can't find any information about the healing process. How long will it be till he can do much talking? Would it be likely that he would have a slight speech impediment? Would he have to go on a liquid diet, and for how long? Also, how long would the stitches need to stay in for?
I've had some luck googling facial oral lacerations, and I've also tried searching for things related to Glasgow/Chelsea smile/grins.

Thanks in advance!

Lt Sharpe?
eglantine_br
I found this picture online. The man on the right looks quite a lot like Sean Bean.


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Raining here still. Dull day. No humans home but me. I made a cake.

The Poet to her young comrades 3
rozk
These are the worst of times that I have known.
I'd like to say they'll pass, yet fear to lie.
It's probable that some of you will die
before all this is done. Will die alone

in exile or in prison, slowly starve
die from diseases we know how to cure
be left to die from them because too poor.
Worse yet, know while you live your every breath

is stolen from those poorer. Make them count
each angry moment, live write fuck and dance.
You cannot choose your time. So take each chance
to live. Remember me. Give good account

of who I was. And make the bastards pay
who kill our world, our lives, our brief lost day.

The Poet to her young comrades 2
rozk
I have forgiven several of my friends
betrayals so bad they will break your heart
as they did mine. Quite soon, departures start
among you – lovers, comrades. Never ends

this agony of watching things go wrong
in times of trouble. One will turn to drink
and slowly die. Another start to think
small compromises best, self-sold belong

among the worst there is. And yet his face
still has the smile you loved, as with a moan
reluctantly he sends the robot drone
that kills us each in turn. I hope for grace

to curse, love, understand such traitors still.
Stare coldly in their eyes, then shoot to kill.

Union Cup – Day 1
cherylmmorgan

Originally published at Cheryl's Mewsings. Please leave any comments there.

Last night I attended the launch party for the Union Cup, which was held at Bristol’s science museum, @Bristol, an extraordinary venue which I must visit again and report on in detail. The party was a fascinating experience. There were around 500 people present, of whom only 4 were women. Almost all of the men were gay, and very few looked anything like the mincing stereotype that the national media still trots out whenever gay issues get mentioned. Kudos is due to Peter Williams, the Chair of Gloucestershire Rugby Football Union, who made the opening speech, stressing rugby’s support of the tournament and its commitment to inclusivity.

The tournament got underway today with a ceremonial first kick by Ian Boulton, the Chair of South Gloucestershire Council, and the equivalent of the mayor for the region in which the Stoke Gifford sports campus is located. WISE Campus is home to Bristol Academy and boasts the only purpose-built ladies’ soccer stadium in the country. There’s even a little statue of a vixen with a football at the entrance to the ground. It also has three rugby pitches, and we used them all.

As might be expected, the standard of rugby varied enormously. Some teams were very professional, while others had never played a competitive match before. All of the teams, however, were out to do their best, and there was no shortage of aggression. In the very first game a Newcastle Ravens player left the field with a dislocated shoulder (rough lot, those Bisons). I saw several other shoulder injuries during the day; a Bisons player limped off with an ankle injury, and I heard rumor of a broken arm. Pride of place in the tough guy stakes goes to Matt, the fly half for Manchester Village Spartans, who took a boot to the face in his first game. After a quick trip to hospital for some stitches just above his eyebrows, he was back in action for game two.

There was plenty of needle too. In the first five minutes of their game against Cardiff Lions, the London Steelers were twice penalized for foul play, including a vicious clothesline tackle that left the Welsh player flat out on the field for a couple of minutes. Later on the referee stopped the game for five minutes while he gave the teams a good talking to and got them to calm down.

The conditions made play difficult at times. The wind was very strong and several times I saw players kick the ball only to see it blown back over their heads. Although there were some competent kickers, not once did I see a penalty attempt at goal. Everyone tried to keep the ball in hand, but the cold temperatures and occasional fierce rain squalls made that difficult too. We are all hoping for better weather tomorrow.

There was, of course, plenty of excellent rugby, and a nail-biting finish to the day. The teams in the 15-a-side tournament had been divided into four groups. Each team played three matches, mostly in-group, with points being scored according to a system of 4 for a win, 2 for a draw, plus bonus points for 4 tries and losing by 7 or less. At the end of the day all of the teams were combined into a single table. London, Dublin and Manchester qualified for the final being unbeaten in their groups, but there was a three-way tie for fourth place and a tense wait while Dave Aird, the tournament director, counted up points scored for and against in matches. In the end Newcastle Ravens just pipped Cardiff Lions, with Northampton Outlaws, in their first ever competition, finishing a very creditable sixth.

In the 10-a-side content Dublin and Montpelier were clearly the form teams. The French team is unbeaten, and will be expecting to vanquish the Irish again tomorrow. My new best friends, the Lisbon Dark Horses, will be delighted with a win over Birmingham Bulls.

As with rugby sevens, the tournament will feature additional playoff games for lesser trophies. Cardiff and Northampton will be joined in the Plate contest by the London 2nd XV and the Amsterdam Lowlanders. The Bowl will be fought over by Stockholm Berserkers, Brussels Straffe Ketten, Edinburgh Thebans and Lyons Rebelyons. The Spoon match will be between Berlin Bruisers and Bristol Bisons.

Although the Bisons lost all three matches, they can count themselves somewhat unlucky. They were not expected to beat Newcastle, but the Northampton Outlaws were very much the surprise team of the tournament. They had never played a competitive game before, and came within a whisker of making the finals. Bristol’s third game was against an experienced Amsterdam side that had only narrowly lost to Brussels.

Much as it pains me to admit it, I am fairly sure that London will come away with the cup again tomorrow. However, Dublin and Manchester are both fine sides. The Irish have come to Bristol with the firm intention of winning both tournaments, and have a group play record as good as London’s, but Manchester had to play a game against Newcastle. The Spartans have a proud tradition in gay rugby, having hosted the world’s first ever such match in 1995. They’ll be determined to make the final again.

Whatever happens, we can be guaranteed a lot of exciting rugby. Bristol’s Mayor, George Ferguson, will be joining us at the ground for the finals. I’ll be doing live commentary, alongside my new friend, Paul Davis, who runs BCFM’s sports show. We’ll also be doing the sports show live from the ground, covering all the day’s action (including the test cricket and the Monaco Grand Prix), and previewing Sunday’s Woman’s FA Cup Final. You can follow all of the action over the Internet via the BCFM website.

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May Books 19) The Peoples of Middle-earth, by J.R.R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien
nwhyte
Since the ceaseless 'making' of his world extended from my father's youth into his old age, The History of Middle-earth is in some sense also a record of his life, a form of biography, if of a very unusual kind. He had travelled a long road. He bequeathed to me a massive legacy of writings that made possible the tracing of that road, in as I hope its true sequence, and the unearthing of the deep foundations that led ultimately to the true end of his great history, when the white ship departed from the Grey Havens.
So I have come to the end of The History of Middle-earth, with this volume. The first two-thirds are about the composition of the appendices of LotR; the rest brings together some short essays, mostly unfinished. Two of these are rather interesting. "The Shibboleth of Fëanor" looks at how the original 'þ' became 's' in Quenya but remained 'þ' in Sindarin, as in the name Sindacollo, the Quenya version of Thingol; Sindarin itself is a Quenya word, the Sindarin calling themselves the Egladhrim. There is also an intriguing late set of thoughts on the true identity of Glorfindel, who appears in quite different contexts in both LotR and the fall of Gondolin; one fascinating possibility is that he actually was killed in the First Age but allowed to return from the Halls of Mandos to accompany Gandalf on his mission, which would explain why the Nazgûl are particularly perturbed by him.

There is also the fragment of The New Shadow, a sequel to LotR which clearly wasn't going anywhere; it is a story of boyhood orchard-robbing near Minas Tirith which didn't quite come together. It's been rather instructive to see the number of false starts Tolkien made on what might have been substantial works - The Lost Road, The Notion Club Papers, and his various attempts, all pretty unsuccessful, to tell the story of Ëarendil. These are not journeyman pieces; they were mostly written when Tolkien was already a published author. Fortunately, of course, he had the luxury of abandoning lines of writing that were just not working out (though he went back to Ëarendil several times over). But it's worth remembering that  many good pieces of writing have quite a lot of less good writing from the same pen behind and below them, most of which we readers will never see.

Most people will either buy all twelve volumes of The History of Middle-earth, or none of them. My recommendation for the curious is to try the tenth of the sequence, Morgoth's Ring, with its essay on elf sex among other interesting fragments. As for me, I've got John Rateliff's two volumes about The Hobbit on the shelf, and a few other bits of Tolkieniana; so I shall not get bored.

May Books 18) Tip of the Tongue, by Patrick Ness
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"Honestly," Nettie said, shaking her head again. "The lies people tell themselves and call it the truth."
These wee Puffin Doctor Who ebooks are having a good run right now. Here we have the celebrated Patrick Ness, delivering a very solid tale of two marginal teenagers in wartime Maine, finding themselves dealing with a peculiar fad for truth-telling gadgets which turn out to be alien tech, with a mysterious celery-wearing stranger and his scandalously dressed companion all mixed up with it as well. This is the first of the books in this series which is not told from the tight narrative viewpoint of Doctor or companion, and all the better for it.


Conditioner experiment: scores on the doors
strange_complex
Well, my conditioner experiment is now complete. Using travel-sized samples I tested nine conditioners in all, and this is how they performed:

Tresemmé Luxurious Moisture: 9/10
L'Oreal Colour Protect: 8/10
Pantene Pro-V Aqua Light: 8/10
Charles Worthington Sunshine: 8/10
John Frieda Beautiful Brunette: 8/10
Aussie Miracle Moist: 7/10
Herbal Essences Beautiful Ends: 6/10
Dove Damage Therapy Intensive Repair: 6/10
Vinegar Rinse: 5/10

Above all, I'm pleasantly surprised to find how many conditioners there are out there which are perfectly good for my hair. I'd believed for years that there were very few conditioning options available to me, but while perhaps that was true in Oxford with its awful water, in Leeds at least it doesn't seem to be. Five out of the nine options I tried scored 8/10 and above, and none of them were catastrophic. There are also plenty of other brands out there which I still haven't tried at all - these are simply the ones which happen to be available in travel sizes. So there are probably other products on the market which would be perfectly good for my hair as well.

That said, different conditioners really do perform quite differently, and having spent quite some time scanning the ingredients lists on the back of the bottles trying (unsuccessfully) to figure out why, I can report that they can contain radically different ingredients as well. For example, in my old conditioner, the sixth listed ingredient out of twenty-five (so one would assume present at more than trace level) was sugar cane extract, but I haven't managed to spot that on the ingredients lists at all for any of the others. I guess I can conclude now that I don't need to worry about whether my conditioner contains it or not - but on the basis of these sorts of differences I can certainly see why brands might perform quite differently, and why it is worth trying a fair few to find the one which is right for you. They very much aren't all just essentially the same stuff in different packaging. (If you're interested in the major basic types of conditioner ingredients, Wikipedia provides a list).

My plan now is to give each of the top three options a fuller try by buying and using a full-sized bottle of each of them. (I'm sticking to a top three rather than a top five on the basis of minor preferences and price differentials amongst the four which scored 8/10). I've already started those fuller trials with the Tresemmé, and am very pleased with the results. I'm not going to post any more reviews here - I think we've probably all had quite enough of those! But I will continue to explore and experiment, safe in the knowledge that I now have a good range of reliable options which I can switch to if my local supermarkets and chemists stop selling them one I happen to have settled on.

That's a good and useful place to have got to.

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May Books 17) Grandville: Bête Noire, by Bryan Talbot
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Short listed for this year's Hugos, this is another in Talbot's alternate history of Grandville, where most people are anthropomorphised animals and England is only now recovering from two hundred years of French rule after defeat at Waterloo. As well as taking us to the dark heart of political conspiracy, with overtones of Tintin (and also, frankly, Dangermouse), Talbot reflects art history too in his distorted gaze; the character here illustrated is one Jackson Pollo, and he refers in an afterword to the CIA's funding of Abstract Expressionism. It's a witty, absurd and also rather bleak story. I will find it tough to choose between this and Saucer Country for the Hugo.


May Books 16) A History of the World in 100 Objects, by Neil MacGregor
nwhyte

Telling history through things is what museums are for.
This brilliant book accompanies the brilliant series of podcasts which I listened to a couple of years ago. It is the same hundred objects from the British museum's collection, but this time in dead tree format. The individual talks, which were 11-14 minutes on the radio, are down to 5-7 pages here, so I think quite substantially cut; but what we get in return is pictures of the actual objects, which radio cannot give. Actually in most cases I felt I actually had got a fairly good impression of the objects' appearance from listening to the audio version, but there were a couple where the picture does make a big difference - the sexually explicit Warren Cup, and the extraordinarily detailed mechanical galleon of Augsburg. Anyway, it is all very nicely done (though I did notice as I browsed the maps at the end that none of the objects is from, er, Ireland).


Searching for Book (can't remember title, author)
tehilah777 wrote in whatwasthatbook
I am looking for a book I read about 20 years ago but can't remember the author or title. It was about a Jewish boy from Yemen who came to Israel during Operation Magic Carpet in the late 1940's/early 1950's. I believe it was a non-fiction book, but it may have been fiction based on a true account. It was a thick hard-back book of several pages, probably published in the 1970's or earlier, with a drawing on the cover of the boy looking at a view either of his hometown in Yemen or from a hilltop in Israel. I remember some pieces from the book: 1) the boy was in a hospital & was fascinated by a ceiling fan & a piece of ice which he had never seen before, he cried when the ice melted in his hand, at first he thought he had died & was in Heaven, a blond nurse named Ingrid took care of him, he thought she was an angel, he thought the old white-haired doctor was God, they fed him something sweet that he thought was Manna 2) During the Operation Magic Carpet flight the Yemeni Jewish women (who had never seen a plane before) lit a fire inside the plane to cook for their hungry children & the crew were upset 3)In Israel the boy saw a grease-covered mechanic crawl from underneath a car & thought he was the Devil 4) at the beginning of the book, there was a description of a man in Yemen biting a coin to verify it was real 5) the boy went to live on a Kibbutz & met a girl there who he ended up marrying 6) the prologue mentioned that the boy grew up & became an El Al pilot & his wife was expecting their first child
I cannot remember any more from the book, but hopefully someone can help me from the above descriptions.
Thanks in advance!!!!

Science Fiction Book from the 80's
okibum86 wrote in whatwasthatbook
I need help remembering a book I read while in High School. I don't remember much, but the story was about a young man who was kidnapped by aliens for a zoo. He was placed in an exhibit that had furnishings from earth. The only other thing I remember was that he escaped by using stomach acid to burn through the door(?) and escaped with a stolen spaceship. If I remember correctly, the last thing in the story was about him thinking how he was going to return for payback. Possibly written by Gordon Dickson, or in a book of short stories edited by him. Hope somebody can help. Thanks!

The Rifter, by Ginn Hale: foreshadowing
rachelmanija
Spoilery for the entire series - seriously. And you really don't want to get spoiled for this if there's any chance whatsoever that you might read it.

I remembered something about book six (The Broken Fortress) and re-read it, and...

...how the hell did Hale do that? I don't think I've ever come across this particular use of foreshadowing before, or at least not the way she did it.

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I'll always burn a light for you
sovay
I slept enough to dream last night! I have no idea why I dreamed about wandering around an aquarium with an Omni theater and a library in the basement with derspatchel except that my brain evidently thinks I've been too housebound lately. The Omni theater looked half like the old Hall of Ocean Life in the American Museum of Natural History, full of dioramas and blue light. Rob had some kind of proposal to talk over with someone in the upper seats of the theater, I was doing research. Even in the dream, it struck me that putting a library in the basement of an aquarium is a terrible idea. I was reading a short experimental novel from the '30's, translated from the Czech, about a girl on the moment of death, moving through her memories as if through the streets and squares of the city where she had been born; it was a political allegory, but I didn't know enough about the politics of the time. The library's walls were full glass windows and the waters of the harbor were visible beyond them, faintly gold-sparking with afternoon. It is true that the New England Aquarium is within walking distance of the Fort Point Channel, but not quite the way the dream seemed to think.

Best ever line to use on female bibliophiles
kestrell
Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.

Michael Chabon, from _Mysteries of Pittsburgh_

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Vampires, Peter Pan, Psycho Kids, oh my!
tknowlesg wrote in whatwasthatbook
When I was younger (four years ago) I read a few books all by the same author (I think) that were placed in the "adult fiction" section of the library. I'm looking for the books or the author (one will lead to the other).
So below I have listed a brief description of the books and all that I remember.

Peter Pan - not literally but a spin off. Its about a boy [main boy] (from the "human" world) who loves an older girl [girl 1] who's way out of his league but thinks as him as a friend. Another boy "peter pan" from the another world "never land" comes into the human world looking for females. (to have sex with because his race is becoming extinct) meets girl 1 and whisks her away (of course there is struggle, main boy, friends and brother fights back, and one of peter's friends lifts main boy into the air later on.) Boy 1 convinces his brother and brothers friends that girl 1 has been taken to a magical world by peter and you have to go through a forest to do it. The brother humors him and off the leave... stuff happens.... they enter the world, another boy who came with them [dead boy] dies a gruesome death, (his spine gets ripped out of his back by a giant thing).... stuff happens... they find peter who tells them that the giant things are in fact their fathers because females of their race became non existence so they went in to the human world and took human females to carry on their race, but they hated their offspring (peter and his friends) and wanted to kill them all. Also it turns out Dead boys girlfriend who came with them is like peter (she is a half-breed between giant thing and human)... lots of stuff, happen, the go back to the human world.

Vampires- sorry can't exactly remember what happens here but the main character is a male vampire who has a human girlfriend that has AIDS. (This might be a series) Later on, said human girlfriend becomes a vampire. Oh and I think there's a new vampire drug on the street that has different vampire clans fighting with each other. One clan is lead by a male, the other a female, I think the city the story is based in is Brooklyn or new York or Manhattan (or some big place like that in US). There is also a small role by a cult vampire group who starve themselves because they believe that by doing so they can cure them self. Main character (vampire guy) sees them a few times and the two clashing clans has a fear of this cult.

Psycho Kid- (another story about a boy) Bike boy gets his bike stolen by the local "gangsters" in town and knows his dad will be pissed, so bike boy convinces brother and brothers friends to steal the bike back. The gangsters are 3 brothers (Mexican or something). The two brothers (bike boy and brother are white, on friend is white and one is Mexican [i think]) They go to the house where the bikes are, takes bike boy's bike back but one friend steals some cocaine (cocaine boy) and they may or may not blow up the house. gangster brothers are mad, their connection (old fat white drug dude) sets up a trap for bike boy, cocaine boy, brother and friend at an abandon house to steal stuff. The fall for it, bike boy get hurt bad, Mexican boy (friend) gets beaten as well (with a chain because i am pretty sure after they blew up the house (i think) he uses a chain to destroy one of the gangster brothers car and that pisses them off), they send cocaine boy to go get the stash of cocaine, he goes home but it turns out his dad got rid of the drugs, bike boy and brother dad gets worried corners cocaine boy but he escapes. Bike boy who is hurt back at the house goes crazy and kills people with this spike thing (like a mace). Bike boys father shows up just in time to witness his youngest son doing this. Bike boy falls into a coma. Turns out the father is a crazy "gangster" from his younger days. a lot of stuff happen. The definitely blow up this house. Bike boy forgets his little killing spree..... nadada end of book

Now if anyone recognizes these story plots or this author, let me know. Thanks

P.S. This may or may not help, but I read these books from a public library in Ontario Canada. I think the author is american though because I am pretty sure all the stories take place in USA but you never know, he could just be a Canadian with a creative imagination.

P.S.S I may refer to the author as a male but he or she could very well be a she. (but i think "its" a male)

Kinetic abstract
heleninwales
Kinetic abstract by Helen in Wales
Kinetic abstract, a photo by Helen in Wales on Flickr.

21/52 for the group T189 alphabet challenge

The set theme was: K is for Kinetic

This shot was taken by tossing my mobile phone in a darkened room. To prevent damage, I ensured that it would fall on the bed, which was covered with a soft blanket.

I'd quite like to try this again with some coloured lights in order to get a more colourful image.


An introduction to the Pushkin sonnet
shewhomust


...from Andy Croft, of course.

And since nothing in the video tells you this, the book is 1948, published by Five Leaves.
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Birthday songs
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Happy Birthday, sallymn!

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In Transit
poliphilo
We came home when we did- only a fortnight after first going down- because yesterday was the anniversary of Eric's death and Ailz felt morally obliged to sit in vigil with her mother.

That's why I went into Manchester by myself to meet Keith. I rode the buses for free because I'm over 60 and have an old person's travel card. I don't use it often but whenever I do it fills me with glee.

May last year was beautiful. May this year is rainy and squally with brief sunny spells. Yesterday, just before I left for town, we had a hail storm.

We return to Kent tomorrow- carrying lots of things we like- including the rabbits. We've been taking steps to ensure we'll have Internet access down there. Who knows, we may even persuade my mother to go on line. I feel sure she'd like it if she tried.

All this shuttling between Kent and Manchester is a bit disorientating. I woke up several times in the night wondering whether I was here or there.

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