Antimicrobial Vs Antibiotic : I apologise; I just realised I made a very silly error that I am incredibly embarrassed about. Allow me to clarify.
TL;DR: In short, "antimicrobial" means to kill or inhibit the growth of microorganisms (bacteria, viruses, fungi, protozoa), whereas "antibiotic" specifically refers to substances derived from microorganisms that kill or inhibit other microorganisms.
For a slightly deeper understanding:
Antimicrobial: A substance that acts against any microbial organism, including bacteria, viruses, fungi, and protozoa.
Antibacterial: A substance that specifically acts against bacteria.
Antibiotic: A substance derived from a microorganism that kills or inhibits the growth of another microorganism. This term typically excludes synthetic (e.g., quinolones and sulphonamides) or semisynthetic (e.g., methicillin) drugs, as well as those derived from plants.
and Favorite Things of All Time and Space... :
subject to change at any moment...
Johnny's existence...
on planet Earth...
in the Here & Now...
pink nail polish...
yak butter tea...
chocolate...
Johnny's existence...
in the Red Velvet Chamber...
in the Here & Now...
wearing D's favorite shade of pink nail polish...
wearing a pink kimono...
ok now give me the hat...
and the boots...
CUT...
Keef wearing a pink kimono...
and purple porkpie hat...
CUT...
a blissful ease permeating all parts of the physical body so that there is a feeling of breaking into laughter...
never tiring of Dharma practice...
the six senses being free and unbound...
no thought whatsoever of being able to cause harm...
an island of gold where no ordinary stones or dirt can be found...
wish-fulfilling jewels...
ommmmmmmmmmm...
Thank you for that comment. : Thank you for that comment. And yes, she was an amazing person. I was adopted as an infant, but she and my grandfather welcomed me into the family without hesitation. Plus I was the youngest of their four grandchildren, which did give me an advantage.
In the original Japanese version of the film, Godzilla is as much a victim as those who have died in its pathway, victimized by the atomic bombs dropped on Japan in 1945, and then by subsequent nuclear testing. The black and white film does not show the detail of Godzilla's hide, which was meant to be full of open sores (which would have been painful in the salt water of the Sea of Japan). I did not, then, know what a metaphor was, but I was certainly able to identify with Godzilla, after some years of being bullied in school.
Thanks again for the comment.
Why: Why is it so hard to tell someone we are hurting. Worse yet to not see someone is hurting. Your grandmother must have been amazing. Thatnk you for the share.
Kind words, soothing my racing mind. : I apologise for taking so long to respond. Your kindness, understanding and empathy - something I am not used to receiving, were a lot to take in and process.
It feels incorrect to thank you for your intimate knowledge of the subject matter and my piece's effect on you. Perhaps it is true that the anguish and sadness shared are also halved. I wrote in some prose recently how much I believe (and it is scientifically backed) that emotions are intrinsically tied to and essential to our own morality—as they are indeed in other primates and more animals than we know.
I will thank you for taking the time to read and comment. It is something that I am trying to improve in myself.
RE: RE: The Dailies... : and here's the ones from her bedroom...
it comes in all shapes and sizes from XXXXXXXXXS to XXXXXXXXXL..
how big is it....
in every color of the rainbow...
yes size XXXXXXXXXS should fit your hairless teacup poodle...
it has "I have no idea who I am or what I'm doing" in frilly lettering...
it needs to be frillier...
Gordon Ramsay announces opening of his Dakini-themed restaurant at Walt Disney's Dakini-themed Theme Park on Venus...
what's Everyone wearing in New York...
yes it is Snow Lion...
yes she did kill it with her own bare hands...
who's HotD...
is that some new guy she's dating...
who gave her the Dante's Inferno...
who's Dante, is that some new guy she's dating...
that she's really a "one-woman-show" ...
wake up D you fell asleep for 5 minutes...
we made a pact...
Johnny's meetin' us at the station...
we gotta make the last train to Clarksville...
Memo to Everyone #666... : RE: The Dailies
Ms D said you wanted to be "in-the-loop"... well welcome to The Loop lady...
what are all these 10,001 crumpled pieces of pink paper on my desk...
yeah that doesn't look right either...
it should be a capital E...
" or - not both...
yeah that doesn't look right...
put "pad of pink paper" on the Walmart list...
Walt Disney announces opening of Dakini-themed Theme Park on Venus...
pause it, I want to get some popcorn for this next scene...
girl make sure it's that SkinnyPop kind...
yeah that doesn't look right...
FactChecker!...
SkinnyPop called they want you and G & T for an ad spot on Tubi...
I saw him last night, he got a gig playing a Tyke at McKenna's treehouse over in La Chorrera...
yeah that doesn't look right...
no Hunter we gotta stop now before anybody gets hurt...
don't worry D, I've got everything under control...
Johnny call Brad see if he can get Wile for the Belize job...
yeah that doesn't look right...
his name is Mike, he stands around all day holding an overhead boom and his only lines are...
is it the big fuzzy one, you should tell Biff you want the big fuzzy one...
dammit I ran out of pink ink...
make a note to write "pink ink pens" on the Walmart list...
you'll have to use the one with purple ink missus...
omg HotD is a crazy deep rabbit hole with a tangled web at the bottom...
so what are you watching...
no I don't have Netflix...
yeah those are texts to her daughter, they shouldn't be in here...
quit it D you're rationalizing, those dishes ain't going nowhere...
only if Damon's in on it too...
don't tell Clooney...
Here's some more Mr. Everyone...
ok no Mr. Just Everyone...
yeah that doesn't look right...
she's off doing her yoga practice from last Tuesday...
and these are her field notes from the Everest trip...
Lord Tyrion what do you say to the critics who call the project "formless" and "lacking any plotline whatsoever"...
"The Body, Speech & Mind behind The Dakini Project"...
the font needs to be frillier...
can someone please check the spelling on "frillier"...
is that really a word...
yeah that doesn't look right either...
My heart ached all the way: My heart ached all the way through this masterfully crafted account of one of my own worst nightmares. At some point many of us have to make these wrenching decisions. With tenderness, palpable agony and heart-melting images, I was taken back to my own babies' end-of-life ordeals when mercy was a "sharpened blade".
I've read many poems about pet deaths, but none that have focused so sharply on the excruciating dilemma of when to let go and few have had the shattering power and the devastating realism you wield with your exceptional talent. The eloquence is almost too beautiful to bear as it delivers a cyclone of unsparing pain.
An excellent, excellent portrayal of our human journey that is, for many of us, tethered tightly to our nonhuman friends. I want to cry and applaud at the same time.
Well done, fine Poet!
Thank you again (and again .: Thank you again (and again . . .) for going straight for that center of gravity and unpacking everything with breathtaking accuracy and intricacy. I'm forever honored and humbled by your astronomical insights, your deep comprehension of my vision and your resonance with my work.
So much gratitude, such a limited language to fully express it.
Be blessed, radiant Friend and Poet.
I am filled with gratitude: I am filled with gratitude and amazement by your stunning analysis that hit the mark with both precision and eloquence. That was exactly the effect I intended to evoke, and your vibrant insights confirmed it as only a true Poet can do. And you are a truly gifted Poet!
My regret is that I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to give your posts the attention they so greatly deserve, but I hope to remedy that soon.
Thank you immensely for taking the time to read (I mean, really read) and leave such resplendent footprints.
Happy Fathers Day Dad... : oh and Happy 100th Birthday too wherever you may be... I know how much you wanted to see that number... I miss you every day...
yeah "Fathers" doesn't look right... does anybody know the right spelling on "Fathers Day"... Scriptboy! FactChecker!... no she won't get out of bed... I heard they shut down production for the day... the day? honey it could be weeks, you know how she gets... so where's Hunter and Johnny... she sent Hunter to Walmart for more Nutella... dios mio, did she ask for THE silver spoon... yes girl we found it when we were cleaning out his desk... omg remember the scene!... chile when she threw it back at him... and the speech, it was an oscar-worthy performance... so where's Johnny... he went to Kathmandu for more Amrit Nectar... PROPS... we're gonna need another bottle for D's tears...
The lasr fived lines of the: The lasr five lines of the poem are, in my opinion, the most important and also the poem's center of gravity, because they disclose the reader to whom the poem's questions are addressed. The Poet has adopted a kind of Socearic method in posing questions to the reader; or, you could also called it that catechetical method that the Early Christians used when preparing converts for full initiation into the Chyrch.
And this is appropriate because this poem, like her other poems, constitute an extended initiation into an awareness of the Cosmos. When you read one of Patricia's poems, you are actually reading the content or subject matter of all of them. In this aspect, she resembles Wallace Stevens, whose body of work was based on certain premises that alwaus kept the individual poems in line with his subject matter, Patricia's style operates exactly like this. And to paraphrase one of Stevens' recent critics---whose name I cannot recall just now--her Poetry demonstrates an astonishing amount of internal control and modulation. Patricia's poems present the Cosmos itself, so internal control and modulation are absolutely necessary. I believe this kind of approach to poetry began with Vergil---and Patricia is an inheritor of that vocation---to explain the Cosmos to itself.
Frans would approve. : The emotional tone of this poem feels both contemplative, introspective and perhaps even slightly eerie. The mention of racism in animals and the departure from "skin law" suggests a deep examination of societal issues and norms. Indeed, it feels inspired by the late great Frans de Waals himself (I recently wrote a short blog with this in mind on another site). The phrase "The conscience pricks unsaid", hinting at unease or guilt surrounding unspoken thoughts or actions, is refreshingly bold in its honesty.
I also enjoyed the description of a "travesty of the moon-naked", which paints a vivid and somewhat unsettling image, evoking a sense of vulnerability. The line "The sleep gropes for the light" conveys a sense of searching or longing for something elusive was masterful.
The mention of reading the last command of the brightest star adds a mysterious and possibly foreboding element to the poem. The final lines about the need to sever one's head for a new image underscores the gravity of significant change/sacrifice required to renew or transform oneself completely.