#recaning

[smithsella]

How To Identify When Your Caned Furniture Needs Re-Caning?

Replacing the woven cane on furniture pieces like chairs, benches, and headboards is a time-honoured craft known as re-caning. In Hobart, where houses are frequently furnished with antique and vintage furniture, knowing when to re-cane is crucial to maintaining the integrity and visual attractiveness of your prized possessions.

[two-crabs]

last week i made a jokey comment to my boss at work about how i don’t consider most of what i do to actually be capital-a Art™️ and that i’m mostly just a “xerox machine with a bachelor’s degree.” and very kindly she jumped in on that to say i was being hard on myself, at which point i told her that i was absolutely not being humble, and was in fact bragging about how very good i am at what i do.

anyway. support your local xerox machine.

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rWvS4Dw

by Recan (sadwetboy)

Sherlock and John don't often make it clear how they feel about each other. Sometimes we have to guess. Various themes. This was originally published on ff.net in 2011 and is unedited since then.

Words: 6627, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

March 16, 2023 at 04:57PM

[healtheverywhere786]

[newtonsheffield]

So you know how at Wimbledon and other grand Slams they recan the match balls and sell them to the public for souvenirs?

Kate Sharma 100% made sure she was the first person in line for a can of balls from the match where Anthony won his first (and only) singles grand slam. She waved to the cameras still wearing the shirt she’d taken from Benedict’s back with Anthony’s baby picture and My Wimbledon Champion on it and took them back and made Anthony sign them for her. They sit next to his trophy now nestled in amongst all of hers and every time Anthony looks at them he chuckles.

[todaysdocument]

Furniture Repair at Fair Street School

Record Group 69: Records of the Work Projects AdministrationSeries: National Youth Administration (NYA) Photographs showing Projects in New England and New York

Original caption: This photograph depicts a young man repairing a chaise lounge for a National Youth Administration training program at the Fair Street School in Connecticut.

This black and white photograph shows a young man recaning a chaise lounge.  His face is not visible as he bends over the lounge.  A nearby chair holds the cane that he’s working with.  Tables and many chairs line the edges of the room.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

HEY IM SO GLAD THAT YOURE BACK

My favorite person I missed you!

I sould like to ask for a little recanation reader with ror pls!

While bruhilda is summoning hero's to fight for humanity she wanted to see if she could speak to Nyx the goddess of night and the only god that zeus truely fears and even Odin has reasons to be wary of her.

But turns out that the queen of the night had fallen in battle and has gone through recanation and now lives as a human teacher living in texas (like me in the future!)

Bruhilda had no idea about this when she summon nyxs recantations and was surprised when she was greeted by the sight of a human woman who was trying to grade her 3 grade class test from last friday.

Hijinks and whimsy ensue as nyx reader has memories reawaken during her time in Valhalla( its magic anything can happen) and regains old and new friends during her time there (and maybe love?!)

Can i also ask for her taking place in adams when fighting Zeus to show the old man what happens when you fuck around and you'll most definitely find out?

-Brunnhilde was desperate, she needed a wild card fighter, a true wild card fighter, one that could shake the gods to their core with power.

-A lightbulb seemed to go off in her head as she made the realization that only a god could do that to another god, but she had pissed off about every single god in Valhalla when she proposed Ragnarok, so there weren’t any gods that she could easily approach to ask.

-A soft gasp escaped her lips as she remembered someone, someone who had been lost long ago, in a terrible battle, the goddess Nyx, who could make the earth tremble, the sky shake, and even bring Zeus to his knees.

-It took a bit of research, as time was running out to select fighters, but Brunnhilde finally found you, finding your soul and instantly she prepared the ceremony to summon you!

-You were sitting at your kitchen table, a cold cup of coffee sitting to the side of you as you yawned, trying to get through the rest of the tests you were grading for your third-grade class. It was late Friday night, and you were trying to wrap things up so you could enjoy your weekend.

-You felt your vision going hazy, just for a moment or two before you landed hard on your rear with a sharp cry, landing on a hard stone floor before you heard a woman’s voice, “Oh no!”

-You looked up, initially confused as to where you are and how you got there before your eyes went wide, “Brunnhilde? Wait- how- stars above! What happened?!”

-Brunnhilde was in about as much shock as you as she panicked, “Lady Nyx?!” you scrambled to your feet, memories of your previous life as the goddess of the night came rushing back to you, recalling everything, including how you died.

-The Valkyrie stammered, having not realized that you had been reincarnated as a human, she had only tracked your soul, not realizing that a whole body was going to come with it!!

-You went to speak when Jack and Nikola entered the room, looking for Brunnhilde as they both had a question to ask her and ran into each other on the way and they entered to find Brunnhilde with an unknown woman, both looking a bit frantic.

-You turned, seeing these two enter and your eyes instantly went wide before your pupils seemed to take over your eyes, shrouding them in darkness as you fell back, almost as if you were going to faint as Brunnhilde lunged to catch you, “Lady Nyx!!”

-Shadows and darkness shrouded your body, enveloping you and forcing Brunnhilde back into the arms of the men who were stunned and concerned, Nikola holding his wrist up to his nose to block the dust, “What’s happening?!”

-As quickly as it started you rose, still looking similar to the form Brunnhilde summoned you with, only with pure black eyes that seemed to sparkle with stars of the night sky, wearing a flowing black gown that seemed to have stars sewing into the fabric and a crown baring the crest of both a moon and a star appeared around your forehead.

-You exhaled deeply, as if you had experienced a rush of energy before you looked over at the three individuals, “Are you all unharmed?” you seemed to be exuding an aura of power, one that they could all easily sense that you were dangerous, but there was no hostility.

-The three of them explained to you, after you asked why you had been summoned back to Valhalla, and the two humans were stunned to learn that you were Goddess of the Night herself, Nyx, brought back after you had died so long ago.

-You learned of Zeus and the plans of the other gods, to wipe out humanity rather than taking care of their messes themselves and how Brunnhilde brought about Ragnarok to give humanity a chance.

-You were easily able to tell there was something else that Brunnhilde was planning, you weren’t completely sure what, but you knew, and she could tell that you knew.

-Jack introduced himself as Jack the Ripper and instead of looking frightened, you almost looked amused, giving him a small smile, “Creatures, monsters, and myths of the night are all my children, dear one, and you are no monster- at least the one you claim to be.” He was stunned, eyes wide that you were able to tell, but then again, you were a goddess.

-Nikola was… very enthusiastic, he reminded you of an excited puppy, as he had been wanting to talk to a god and began to rattle off questions, curious about you, and both Brunnhilde and Jack thought it was amusing to see Nikola so excited.

-You were very calm on the outside, not showing your emotions, but Jack could tell you were furious, the bright, angry red color of your soul, plus the heat you were radiating out, was a clear indication as you learned of the actions of the gods over the years, how cruel and evil they had been. Humans didn’t have clean hands either, but the gods had the power to correct not only the humans, but correct themselves as well, but did nothing, choosing to turn a blind eye just to destroy everything to get rid of the problem they created and ignored.

-You looked over at Brunnhilde with a knowing smile, “May I take it that the reason I was summoned was to fight for you, dear Brunnhilde?” she bowed her head, being respectful to you, “It is- or at least to ask for your insight on the champions for the matches, if you are willing?”

-Your eyes seemed to flash, something Nikola leaned in close to see, which you thought was rather cute before you smirked, “I will fight- but only on my terms.” Brunnhilde bowed her head again, thanking you but Jack could see that her colors of elation were dancing on the inside.

-You were impressed with Lu Bu’s raw strength, being able to go against Thor of all gods, and managed to injure him, just a little, and you could see the joy on both of their faces as they had fun together, never wanting their fight to end.

-When Zeus entered the arena as the next opponent, taking Shiva’s spot, your eyes seemed to dance as you approached Brunnhilde and Adam. You smiled gently at Adam, “Forgive me, but I wish to take your place. Zeus is going to learn an important lesson today.”

-Brunnhilde nodded, agreeing to the terms and sent the update so Heimdall could introduce you while Adam gave you a firm nod, “Save my children.” Your hand on the top of his head was comforting as you gave him your silent vow before you walked out.

-Heimdall was stunned when you walked out, before stunning everyone as he shouted, “It’s the return of the night! Fighting for humanity- resurrected and ready to rumble- Goddess of the Night- Nyx!!”

-Zeus was stammering, his knees knocking together as your dark gown swirled in the wind before you glared across the field and slowly, as if he was watching something terrible in slow motion, your hands came to your hips, “Zeus- would you like to explain yourself?”

-Many humans who didn’t know you were stunned, seeing that not only Zeus, but many of the gods looked downright terrified of you, many talking about how they needed to do something to appease you and quickly, telling everyone that you were easily one of the strongest, if not the strongest, gods in Valhalla.

-You did not kill Zeus, no- you wanted him to fix his mistakes, but that didn’t mean he walked away from the match uninjured. The first bitch slap you landed sent a shockwave throughout the stadium, sending Zeus flying into the sky above before you proceeded to wipe the floor with him.

-You called out all of his bullshit, wanting to destroy humanity after he let them get out of hands, treating humans like play things, not being able to keep it in his pants, and calling out the rest of the gods as well for not doing more, as it’s their job, as the creators of humanity, to manage them, and just because they got out of hand, it’s not okay to just brush them under the rug and destroy them.

-After you left Zeus in a steaming pile of lumps and bruises your hands rose to your hips again, “We the gods are going to have another meeting- now!” nobody opposed you, not even Odin, as the gods were quick to file out, moving to the meeting hall.

-You met up with Brunnhilde and Adam who both thanked you, happy to see that hopefully something was going to happen to prevent this tournament from going any further.

-You were known as a goddess of chaos, but at this point, all you wanted now was peace, and you were going to get it, Zeus was going to make sure of that, because a happy Nyx means a happy Zeus and the other gods.

[sen-sational]

If Sun and Moon Merge they make a 3th person, yk Ruin DLC Eclipse, but then when they split, wouldn´t it mean Ruin DLC Eclipse is a recanalization from tsams Eclipse? So Out of everyone Eclipse have a dad and he is his DAD?

...

What.

[shelbgrey]

Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 2: Hot for teacher

Table of contents

-------(1st pov)-------

“good morning everyone” I smiled as everyone filed into my class room and took their seats. Everyone nodded and smiled as wrote my name on the board.

“so I'm miss. Swan and I'm gonna be your English teacher for the time being” everyone looked at me with smiles or cirositey.

“fair warning this is my first year teaching so this might be trial and error” I chuckled as I fiddle with the expo marker.

“anyone is better than mr. Cuirts” some one spoke as I walked around the classroom.

“yeah, I'm pretty sure thst dude was high as a kite” one snickered.

I couldn’t help but laugh myself but I knew I had to put a stop to it. “alright guys, come on”

Feeling a group of people stare at me was a different feeling. It was a class full of seniors and jounors and I unfortunately felt a few of the guys checking me out. I just rolled my eyes at the horny teenagers.

Suddenly, a boy with bonde hair( junior I think) raised his hand. I nodded and offered him to speak. “so what happened to Mr. Curtis?”

Before I could speak a voice in the back spoke. “I heard he died”

Before I could speak a bunch of other accusation flew around the room. Some were negative and others could careless because they hadn't learned anything with this old teacher. The only one that wasn't speaking was a boy with reddish-brown hair. He sat towrds the back and had gold eyes. I squinted at him, I knew I seen that color of eye before.

“okay” I spoke up. They shut up quickly which suprised me. I clapped my hands together and moved over to the box setting in my desk. Might as well start the lesson, if we wait now we'll never get it done.

“so when it comes to literature, stories, movies, or just anything with a plot there's always different sides of it” I said as I wrote MONSTERS in big block letters on the white board. I toassed the marker on my desk and looked at the class.

“stories involving the supernatural and monsters are a great example” a few members of the class gave me a strange look and others leaned in listing more intently like I cought their attention.

“when I say monsters what comes to your head? More specifically ones thst may have more to the story”

A dark skinned boy raised his hand “Dracula”

I nodded and sat on the edge of my seat. “good, what else?”

“the phantom of the opera?”

I nodded as a boy with reddish-brown hair with gold orbs raised his hand. “Frankenstein's monster”

“that's good one” I said fiddling with the expo marker. “now quizidently what do all theses creates all have in common?”

A girl with wavy blond hair with the same gold orbs raised her hand, she was setting next to boy with same colored eyes. “all of the monsters have this fasanacion with the lead woman of the story”

I tilted my head to the side as I walked around my desk to the white board. “that's correct, but what else” I aksed as I wrote the names of the creatures and the student's ideas around them, making a chart.

“the women get the monsters killed... Kinda” a boy with blond hair said. I turned around and pointed at him with the marker. “Yes and no, but your guys are on the right track”

“so what I'm getting at is there's always different sides of the story and depending on who's telling it, can alter who's the hero and who's the vilian.” I said.

The students started to digest what I have said, but who i was most concerned about was the two with gold eyes and the more I staired at them the more I recanized them. The Boy looked down like something was eating away at him. I was conserened as his slum look worsened. Not wanting to call him out in front of the class I continued with the lesson.

“but...” I heald up my hand and opened the marker and crossed out monster and put creature. “in this class we're not gonna refure to them as monsters”

“why?” a conserened girl with glasses asked.

“beacuse it's gonna help with your project” I said and it was like a hit a nerver beacuse the whole class(except the gold eyed kids) erupted into groans and sighs. I rolled my eyes and silenced them.

“hang on” they stopped. “I want you guys to think about why these characters might not be the only 'monsters', think about who's telling the story” I explained.

The class nodded along as I wrote more notes on the board. “through out theses couple weeks we're gonna study different author's and the creature they crated, like Mary Shelly, Bram Stoker, maybe some Stephen King, but the main thing is theses characters and stories are gonna help you created a story that humanizes the creature”

The boy with gold eyes raised his hand. “your saying that the creature is bad depending on who's telling the story” I nodded as he continued his explanation. “these creatures are ubsest with these woman and if they love them so much why damn them?”

“you think the creature are damned?” the golden boy nodded. “well they were all human once, Dracula and the phantom are great examples... They loved yes, but also the woman were they're down fall... That's why the creatures might not be so evil. And love is the strongest human emotion out there”

I shrugged towrds the boy. “in king kong It was beauty that killed the beast” the golden boy looked down noddong. The girl with the same eyes gave him and strange look.

The class ended quicker than I expected. As they all started to pack up I stoped them. “I want you all to think about which creature or story you want to base your project off of... And have a good day everyone”

They said there good byes and left for their next class.

-------(Eleazar's pov)-------

During passing period I left my classroom to get a text book from the library. As left the library and down a hallway that insured I'd get to my room faster that same spearmint and rose smell invaded my sences. I couldn't get enough of it. Totally forgetting what I need to do, I followed the sent down to the classroom that held the English and Film classes.

Most teachers and students were already in there classes or on there way, but that wasn't gonna stop me from finding out were smell was coming from. The door to the English room was open so I peaked inside.

The same woman with the beautiful curly hair was in there teaching her class. Her voice was so elegant and kind. As she spoke she gracefully moved around the classroom talking about the innocents of the universal monsters.

I couldn’t help but stare at her rosey lips as defended theses creature of the night. Though her intentions are innocent, she was truly mad. She saw that there was good side to these monsters she had no clue that were real. It made my dead heart thump as she saw there was more than just evil. She didn't think they were damned. It made me think of my family and how maybe... Just maybe we're not as bad as Edward clames us to be.

“it was beauty that killed the beast” she said. She said like it was heart braking and in her beautiful orbs you could see all the remorse she had for what ever creature she spoke of. Damn, I could listen to her talk all day.

“how would you change it?” Angela Webber asked.

The curly haired angel shrugged. “in the end I think the creature should get the girl”

In what way?

That really made me think for a moment. As her class conversed she pulled her curly hair into a quick bun, exposing her slender neck and sliver chain. My eyes followed the end and saw a gold rose charm dangle between her breasts.

“any questions?” She asked then silently glanced over to the door which signaled me to leave before I could get cought.

~~~~~~~~(first pov)~~~~~~~~

By the time lunch rolled around I had pages of notes and lesson planes based on what story or creature we'd be covering each week thst lead up to the final project. As I got to know each of my classes today I found out a lot of them actually wanted to learn and suggest a few novels we could go over

As Elvis Presley softly played on my computer I set up and organized my notes as I took advantage of the silence and free time.

After I got the notes I needed down I transfered it to a good doc and made some worksheets for tomorrow. I hit print and set off to the copy machine that lived in the front office.

As I walked down the hallway it was mostly empty due to everyone being at lunch, there was few stragglers by the lockers but other than that I had no problems getting to my destination.

I greeted Mrs. Webber, who was the secretary. She looked up from her computer and smiled. “hello, dear how's your first day been?”

“it's been great” I smiled as the printer started to spit out way more papers than I expected. “great bunch of kids” I said.

Mrs. Webber raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “it's just day one, give them time and your gonna wanna rip your hair out”

I laughed and picked up the thick stack of papers. I looked down and raised an eyebrow at the Spanish that dmaced acrossed the white paper. Mrs. Webber looked up. “somthing the matter dear?”

“umm... The papers are in Spanish is all... I think I hit the wrong button on my computer”

Mrs. Webber nodded. “oh, that's probably Eleazar's work sheets, he's the Spanish teacher here” she explained. “do you mind taking them to him?”

“Sure” I smiled and separated our work sheets into their respective piles. “where is his classroom exactly?” I asked before leaving the front office.

Mrs. Webber looked up from her computer and took her glasses off. “just go passed the library and take a left, there should be small stair case that should lead you right to it... It's kinda secluded” she explained as she pointed at the door.

I nodded and head to where she directed me. I pashed the library and then down the staircase to the designated room. I knocked twice and waited, the door open in seconds making me slightly flinch.

I looked up and saw a man that was probably a foot taller than me. His skin was pale with small olive tint to it. He had dark wavy hair and the same gold eyes as Edward from my first period class. He was very Handsome, the way I had to crane my neck up to make eye contact made me blush.

“umm... Your papers got mixed with mine on the printer” I said handing him his stack of papers.

He smiled and took the papers. As he did his ice cold hand brushed up against mine making me slightly shiver. “Gracias”

“De nada(your welcome)” I smiled. He arched an eyebrow showing an empressed smile. “you speak Spanish?”

“a little bit” I said pulling my work sheets to my chest.

“well thank you miss...” he started.

“Miss. Swan, y/n Swan” I said holding my hand out. “Hola, I'm Eleazar Denali” I smiled placing his cold hand I to mine. As he shook my hand the coolness of his hand didn't bother me as much as it did before. As our hands broke apart someone called out his name.

“Hey Eli” Tanya Denali said coming up to us with another blonde that looked similar to her. I'm guessing they were sisters. They had the same golden eyes as Eleazar and the one I didn't recognize had straighter hair than her sister. I recognized one with wavy blonde hair, she was in my fourth period film class.

“Hey girls” he greeted warmly. Eleazar turned to me and gestured towrds the two girls. “these are my nieces Tanya and Kate”

I smiled at the two teenager girls. “yeah, I have Tanya in my fourth period, very bright girl you have”

Tanya smiled while Kate smirked as she glanced in between her uncle and I. I glanced down at my watch and remembered I had to get a few things done before lunch ended.

“I'm sorry for dashing away, but I got a few more things to put together before my next class starts.” Eleazar nodded as I walked away. “Adiós Mr. Eleazar” I called out as I walked away.

-------(Eleazar's pov)-------

I watched how she gracefully walked away completely ignoring the two girls. Tanya smiled and placed her hand over her heart. “she's thinks I'm bright”

I didn't answer as studied how her hips moved as she got farther and farther away from us. Tanya and Kate shared a smile and looked at me with a wicked smirk.

“Aw Eleazar got a crush” Tanya said resting her head on Kate's shoulder and gave me puppy eyes. I cleared my throat and shot her a look.

“no I don't” I clarified, but I didn't know who I was trying to reassure me, or them.

“she is beautiful” Kate stated trying to get a rise out of me. “and did you see those curls, so pretty” Tanya added.

I sighed and slapped my forehead. “girls please, I don't have a crush”

Tanya and Kate glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows, then they turned to me in perfect sync. “mmhm”

I sighed and slightly pushed the girls forward once the fith hour bell rang “Cállate y vuelve a clase(shut up and get back to class)”

The girls cackled as they left the hallway that housed my classroom. I just shook my head at the two girls I consider family.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“and he just shot up and ran out of the classroom like his ass was on fire” Bella said as she rage chopped a head of lettuce.

I nodded as I cooked the toaco meat in the skilet. Bella had been ranting about Edward cullen ever since we got home. I don't know if she wanted to jump is bones or kill him.

She slammed the knife down making Duke jump up from under the dinning room table. Bella threw the lettuce into a bowl. “and he tried to get out of Biology, why is he so rude?”

I didn't have an awnser for her. When I first met the kid he was so calm and collected, then when he talked in my class I could tell he was slightly shy. There could be millions of reasons to why Edward Cullen was acting like this.

“you didn't say anything to defend him did ya?” I asked softly. Bella shot me a confused and bafuled look. “no! Not at all”

I nodded and turned my back to her to get plates. When I turned back around she was right in my face hilding her hair. “do I smell?”

I chuckled and pushed her hand away. “yeah, you smell like coconuts and teenage angst”

Bella sighed and slumped into one of the dinning room chairs. Duke rested his back head on her lap, I spoke up as she petted the dog's head. “you shouldn't get worked up over some guy, he's not worth it”

“I know” Bella sighed as I set the table. Dad walked through the door seconds later.

Dinner started off fairly quiet intill dad spoke up. “how was everyone's day?”

“good, made a few friends” Bella said.

“how was teaching? The kids treating you alright?” Charlie asked taking a bite out of his taco.

I nodded with a smile. “the kids are great” dad nodded with realife plastered on his face.

I swolled my last bite and glanced at dad when me and Bella's conversation came flooding back into my brain.

“Hey Dad, you know the Cullen family right?” dad sighed and put his drink back on the table. “Are people talking about them again?”

I gave him a confused look

“not really....I have a few of them in my classes, they seem nice” I said.

“Just ‘cause they’re newcomers people think they can target them and spread gosip” Dad said.

“how well do you know them?” Bella asked.

Dad filled his plate with more food as he spoke. “carlisle and Esma have five adopted children, Edward, Alice, Emmett and then Rosalie and Jasper are Mrs. Cullens niece and nephew... Twins I think” I he said.

“what about Eleazar Denali? He's the Spanish teacher” I asked. Dad nodded. “he's Mrs. Cullen older brother... He has three niece too, Irnia is in college and then Kate and Tanya I think”

“why do people talk about them so much?” I asked as the imagine of Eleazar's golden eyes peirced my brain.

“just because they're newcomers...We're lucky to have a surgeon like Dr. Cullen at our potluck hospital. Lucky his wife wanted to live in a small town and kids aren't little hell raisers like we have around here”

As dinner finished up I cleaned up the plates and put them in the sink as Bella aksed more questions about the Cullens, she acted like dad knew them personally.

“I just don't like narrow mindedness” dad said putting leftovers in the fridge. I nodded agreeing with our dad.

“yeah people shouldn't judge them if they don't really know them” I Said grabbing my Labtop and the paperas I need to grade before heading to my room with Duke behind waging his tail.

[emberdune]

just got back from the lab the first roll of this mystery motion picture film i bought from a guy a while ago. the seller didnt know what stock it was and the box didnt say because it was a recanned short end, only that it was 250D. shot the thing at different speeds and 64 and 125 ISO seems to be just fine except there is a pretty significant magenta cast (that can be easily fixed with a color balance slider) anyway the markings on the film borders reveal that it's a discontinued fujifilm stock from 1999. surprisingly well preserved if you ask me

[sourcreamanonion]

The umbilical vein is a fascinating structure. After birth, the remnant forms a ligament of the liver, as well as paraumbilical veins with partial occlusion. Your body can make use of this structure during certain conditions—namely liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension. Your paraumbilical veins recanalize and act as a portosystemic shunt, pulling your blood from your guts to your heart in lieu of your struggling portal vein.

Have you heard of angiogenesis? New vessels can sprout from existing vessels, which can fuse back into each other and form new networks. Growth factors lead them to tissues that are starved of oxygen, and macrophages act as shepherds guiding their tips together. Your body is geared to create, to map, to seek out where you most need help, all throughout your life.

When you scream (or plan to generate any vocalization), your body protects itself. The tensor tympani muscle contracts when your brain plans to vocalize, tightening up your ear drums. This extends to most systems in your body; research shows your body keeps duplicates of movement-producing neural signals called efference copies. Efference copies exist to help predict (and suppress) the sensory consequences of willed movements. It's why you can't feel yourself the same as you feel others, can't hear yourself the same as you hear other things, why the world doesn't spin when your eyes move. It's also thought to influence your inner speech (one study suggests that internal speech alone can elicit an efference copy, thus causing sensory attenuation of audible sounds).

Your extremities prune because your blood vessels are instructed to shrink by your autonomic nervous system, not because they are absorbing water. They change so you might have a better grip on wet surfaces. So you might better interact with the world.

Your eyes perceive light where there is none via phosphenes. Phosphenes can be induced by mechanical, electrical, or magnetic stimulation... or through cells firing within the visual system. Some historians think that entopic phenomena influenced Upper Paleolithic art; many paintings and engravings mimic the geometric lattices and vascular patterns we can perceive with our eyes.

(Did our ancestors see light in the darkness just as we do now? Was that special to them?)

Phosphenes are hardly the only form in which our body can estimate sensations. There are so many perceptual metamers. Think of metamerism in colorimetry and metamerism in tactile vibrations. Two structurally different perceptions might seem identical to us. How amazing is it that we can imagine familiarity when the actual structure of a sensation is so different from what we perceive? Light and sound and touch have made a home in you.

Think of how we perceive color as a whole. The sky is violet, but you might be painting it blue... and that is special. That is unique.

So much can go "wrong" in your body with so many complex mechanisms at play... engineering is like that. But isn't it a little magical that your body can utilize inert remnants, that it can generate new networks, redirect your blood flow to your brain... all shifting in an effort to keep you alive? That your body knows itself inherently and uses that knowledge so it won't damage itself? That your body might eat itself in the name of preserving what is most important (you, you, you)? That your body can see and hear and feel things that are not a part of your immediate perception? And that, at any given moment, so many systems in your body are working impossibly to bring you to a state of consciousness... constantly redirecting, constantly shifting, constantly calculating?

(Because it wants to. Because it loves you. Even if you think we can't presume that.)

I think it's helped me to see that my body is neither jury-rigged nor perfectly orchestrated, but rather the simple sum of evolution... of change, of difference, of life charting a way. It's helped me to see what is working to keep me alive, to see that there is something really spectacular going on, something worth protecting.

I hope you can see that too.

[flipchild]

recanned goods

[drake1128]

LAD: previous rota in 2019. 

RCA CTA: recanalized in 2021. 

82-year-old man with ESRD, DM, and failed PCI to LAD due to device passage failure in another hospital. I performed Rota in 2019. And because of residual chest pain and viable thallium sca, I revascularized RCA in 2021.  

[audikatia]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People 

Thanks for tagging me @your-void-senpai ❤️

Are you named after anyone? My middle name was picked for my grandfather.

When was the last time you cried? Watching that damn TLOU episode, fuck. It got me.

Do you have kids? Absolutely not.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? What else is going to get me through the day?

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Whatever their standout feature is, I guess. Like, if they're in shorts and its freezing outside, I notice the shorts first. If they have funky hair, I notice the funky hair. Etc.

What’s your eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy ending? Depends on my mood, really. Usually scary movies though.

Any special talents? You should see me run the laser machines. It's like a dance.

Where were you born? Dirty Jersey

What are your hobbies? Reading. Writing, illustrations, painting. Exercising, running, yoga. I also do a lot of little things around my apartment, like recaning an old rocking chair, doing shadowboxes of animal bones I've collected and cleaned, fixing up old vintage frames for art prints I've purchased for my gallery wall, making very specific shelves for random stuff, etc.

Do you have any pets? Yes, my kitty Zelda lives with me and I still think of the cats at my parents' house as my cats, too. Pandora and Belle.

What sports do you play/have you played? Soccer (I think if you don't play soccer as a child in the US, there's a warrant out for you or something), basketball, softball.

How tall are you? 5’8"

Favorite subject at school? English, history, and biology.

Dream job? Exhibition designer at a medical museum. Which is a dream further and further away since there are like 6.5 medical museums and the museum field (which was already a nightmare) is a fucking joke right now post-Covid-lockdown.

lol I am not tagging 15 people. Fuck the system. @the-prince-of-tides @freshwaterseas @zaatanna @kelliealtogether @annesurelyblythe and anyone else who wants to

[poisonerspath]

I wasn't planning on starting any new projects and I don't think I have ever done a winter collection, but the spirits have other plans and I have been having flashes of doing this collection so here it is! A collection of herbal offerings inspired by the eternal twilight of the Northern forests and the folkloric devil. These are some of my personal formulas and plant allies that wanted to show up for this work Every collection is an intuitive collaboration between the plants and I. All of the formulas are created and blended by me. Enjoy. Devil's Due: this is an offertory powder that can be used to feed charm bags, fill poppets or make deals at the crossroads by leaving it in offering to Old Nick. It is a blend of a year's worth of arcane dusts, ash, powers and herbs. Among them life everlasting, cinquefoil, snake shed, crow feather, grave dust, ritual ash and many many more. The Devil's Door: a magical master key, comprised of diabolical power plants for opening and closing "doorways" To use simply draw a door where you wish there to be one. To lock the door, draw an "X" over it. Recanning Formula: three powerful and important plant allies for cleansing, protection and spiritual healing. Use as an anointing oil in healing rituals, apply to hands for healing others, or drawing healing symbols. To cleanse an area anoint all of the doorways, windows and corners of the room/house. Forest Floor Healing Salve: the forest is full of healing mushrooms and lichens that prevent infection and promote healing. This salve can be use to heal minor injuries, soothe skin issues and promote healing of scars. Sometimes we need the healing embrace of the forest, but find ourself far away from its sacred groves. Use this salve to transport yourself there. Ceremonial Smoking/Burning Blend: a blend of datura, amanita muscaria, skullcap and lotus. Use during ceremony to open oneself to the spirit world. (see card) Also includes: Foxglove Herb, Datura stramonium seeds and the cutest spoon you will ever see! Link in bio 🖤 #poisonerscollection #poisonersapothecary #poisonpath #occultherbalism #wintermysterybox #wintersolsticebox #plantmagick #plantmagic #plantlore https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm_-tturKTj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jardinwicker]

The Art and Importance of Recaning: A Guide to Caned Seat Repair and Restoration

Preserve the beauty of your wicker furniture with The Art and Importance of Recaning: A Guide to Caned Seat Repair and Restoration. Discover the art of caned seat repair and restoration with this informative guide from Jardin Wicker. Whether you're a seasoned crafter or a novice DIY enthusiast, this book will empower you to tackle any repair project with skill and precision.