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<title><![CDATA[Imagem do Dia - 26/07/2008]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 12:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Winston Churchill's "Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat" Speech]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 11:32:59 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[First Speech as Prime Minister
May 13, 1940
to House of Commons
On May 10, 1940, Winston Churchill b]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First Speech as Prime Minister<br />
May 13, 1940<br />
to House of Commons</p>
<p>On May 10, 1940, Winston Churchill became Prime Minister. When he met his Cabinet on May 13 he told them that "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." He repeated that phrase later in the day when he asked the House of Commons for a vote of confidence in his new all-party government. The response of Labour was heart-warming; the Conservative reaction was luke-warm. They still really wanted Neville Chamberlain. For the first time, the people had hope but Churchill commented to General Ismay: "Poor people, poor people. They trust me, and I can give them nothing but disaster for quite a long time."<br />
I beg to move,</p>
<p>That this House welcomes the formation of a Government representing the united and inflexible resolve of the nation to prosecute the war with Germany to a victorious conclusion.</p>
<p>On Friday evening last I received His Majesty's commission to form a new Administration. It as the evident wish and will of Parliament and the nation that this should be conceived on the broadest possible basis and that it should include all parties, both those who supported the late Government and also the parties of the Opposition. I have completed the most important part of this task. A War Cabinet has been formed of five Members, representing, with the Opposition Liberals, the unity of the nation. The three party Leaders have agreed to serve, either in the War Cabinet or in high executive office. The three Fighting Services have been filled. It was necessary that this should be done in one single day, on account of the extreme urgency and rigour of events. A number of other positions, key positions, were filled yesterday, and I am submitting a further list to His Majesty to-night. I hope to complete the appointment of the principal Ministers during to-morrow. the appointment of the other Ministers usually takes a little longer, but I trust that, when Parliament meets again, this part of my task will be completed, and that the administration will be complete in all respects.</p>
<p>I considered it in the public interest to suggest that the House should be summoned to meet today. Mr. Speaker agreed, and took the necessary steps, in accordance with the powers conferred upon him by the Resolution of the House. At the end of the proceedings today, the Adjournment of the House will be proposed until Tuesday, 21st May, with, of course, provision for earlier meeting, if need be. The business to be considered during that week will be notified to Members at the earliest opportunity. I now invite the House, by the Motion which stands in my name, to record its approval of the steps taken and to declare its confidence in the new Government.</p>
<p>To form an Administration of this scale and complexity is a serious undertaking in itself, but it must be remembered that we are in the preliminary stage of one of the greatest battles in history, that we are in action at many other points in Norway and in Holland, that we have to be prepared in the Mediterranean, that the air battle is continuous and that many preparations, such as have been indicated by my hon. Friend below the Gangway, have to be made here at home. In this crisis I hope I may be pardoned if I do not address the House at any length today. I hope that any of my friends and colleagues, or former colleagues, who are affected by the political reconstruction, will make allowance, all allowance, for any lack of ceremony with which it has been necessary to act. I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."</p>
<p>We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."</p>
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<title><![CDATA[A Reflection]]></title>
<link>http://wycliffepapers.wordpress.com/?p=82</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 03:58:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Wes Spears</dc:creator>
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What does it mean to be a Christian? Salvation is most certainly delivered as the free gift of God ]]></description>
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<p>What does it mean to be a Christian? Salvation is most certainly delivered as the free gift of God through the sacrifice of Christ on the Cross – but where do we go from here? The critical turning point of turning points in the life of a Christian is the deliverance from sin and death. This, therefore, leaves the Christian at a novel point in their life (and spiritual) journey.</p>
<p>As Christians, we are not called merely to “be” but to spread the Gospel. However, we are not called even just to do that, but to, as Jesus says in the Great Commission, to baptize, to disciple, to teach, etc. Salvation does indeed have consequences! It is an arrogant assumption that salvation is either obtained or sustained by the works of your hands (for the gap created by sin is unsurpassable by any mortal means). This is to say that good works are consequences, results, of salvation. If your testimony was to end with a decision to accept this Greatest Gift, why are we not swept up into Paradise the moment of such a choice?</p>
<p>As Christians, we feel the obligation to do God’s work not that it might bring anything to him but that it would bring glory to God. In a brief digression, I must add that God does not even need this glorification (because God does not require anything from humanity for Himself). It is the compulsion of a believer, however, to bring about this God-glorifying life. It is a consequence of love.</p>
<p>As Christians, we are given the authority and boldness through God’s Spirit to proclaim His name and live lives of worship. (“Therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your spiritual worship.” Romans 12:1 (HCSB)) For the old has gone and the New has come, Scripture tells us (2 Corinthians 5:17). At the point of salvation we cease to become what we were and, consequently, our lives should change appropriately (“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things.” 1 Corinthians 13:11). A Christian now looks in the proverbial mirror at this more complete imago Dei, this image of God reflected in man (Genesis 1:26) and see who we are to become. Firmly established, then, is the fact that a Christian’s life is transformed in the sacrifice of Christ and acceptance of the gift and surrendering of life to God. In this divine transformation, actions are results. What, then, is the nature of these actions? The sufficiency of grace is sustained by that of love, which is God. Love is God and God is love (1 John 4:8).</p>
<p>As Christians, our actions are, to every extent, intended to glorify God. God is the undercurrent of everything that we do and say (at least, that is the plan, but we still sin; however, by grace we have already been forgiven). God is the reason for life. God is to mean everything to the Christian. He is center; He is focus. Scripture tells us that we should take advantage of every opportunity presented to us with these goals in mind because these days are evil (Ephesians 5:15-17). This means that we should actively engage every moment of our lives in accord with the Will of God rather than our own understanding (Proverbs 3:5).</p>
<p>In the church today, so often, we obtain complete misunderstandings of what it means to be a Christian. The first is afore mentioned, that of salvation being the end-point of the journey (for that is only the beginning!). Another dangerous error that plagues the church is the tendency to fall prey to humanism and to focus inwardly all that we say and do (for example, to apply the concepts of the consumerist culture that we live in to Christianity, thus making it the “church-fix” needed to get through the week, or building a spiritual resume of things you have done for your glory and not God’s glory). In Isaiah, God brings forth strong words about this consumerist or humanist living: “Stop bringing useless offerings, I despise our incense…and the calling of solemn assemblies – I cannot stand inequity with a festival…They have become a burden to Me, I am tired with putting up with them. When you life up your hands in prayer I will refuse to look at you; even if you offer countless prayers. I will not listen.” He continues: there is blood on your hands.</p>
<p>If our actions are me-focused rather than God-focused, we may as well be comprised of what Jon Foreman calls “show and pretense.” We might as well do away with worship, hymns, and gatherings of all sorts. If we turn our backs on the “least of these,” the homeless, the poor, the orphans, the widows, the addicts, the drunkards, the violent, the uncaring, and all of them, we might as well spit on the sacrifice of Christ and soil the Gospel. If we were to be so unabashedly selfish about the Gifts of God (namely the Greatest Gift of God, the sacrifice of Christ who was sent to defeat sin and death for the last and only time) we should not have it. We do not deserve it to begin with, hear me, and it is not being a Christian, but it is denying God Himself, to make the Christian life nothing more than a show.</p>
<p>In this kind of living, this charade of pomp and circumstance, this masquerade of noise and formal dress, a critical element is missing from the equation: love. In 1 Corinthians 13, the Bible tells us that if we can do anything, anything at all, “but have not love,” then we are and have nothing. The greatest of all, it is written, is love. For God’s love endures forever.</p>
<p>So, then, let us “instead of a show” be a “parade of righteous living” so that the whole world might know of the glory of the God we serve. This is not that we might become more, instead that we might become less. For was we become less, He becomes more (John 3:30). “Be alert, stand firm in the faith, be brave and strong. Your every action must be done with love.” 1 Corinthians 16:13-14</p>
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<title><![CDATA[the moan &amp; the groan ]]></title>
<link>http://boredwell.wordpress.com/?p=34</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 02:57:25 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[aquaria. that&#8217;s the phlebotomist&#8217;s name. your mom a former hippie, i&#8217;d joked when ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>aquaria. that's the phlebotomist's name. your mom a former hippie, i'd joked when first introduced. no, my grandmother's a fortune teller, she laughed, aiyah, covering her mouth asian fashion. years ago. how long i don't know. she and i have been a couple since the day she started at the hospital where i receive treatment.  and, of course, blood werk.  she's grown a lot since then.  so have i.  how old were you. then. i asked her. she's no more than 22.  and she's got 2 kids which blows me away.  she looks like a tweenager.  aiyah, she exclaims every other second whether she's telling me something or i'm telling her.  i, on the other hand, verbally cohabitate with a gesticulating JCAlmighty, basso profundo WTF! and everyday plain old OMG!  we talk about stupid stuff. and serious stuff.  she's like a sister, one i never had.  although i've already got two.  her BF is very handsome. he's a chick magnet, aquaria's aiyah barely subsides before another erupts, that SOB, she says, slapping a truant vein. you didn't remember to drink water.  enuf water, she chastises my forgetfulness, aiyah. my veins are laying  flat on their backs this morning. gimme that damn thing, i joked, i'll do it.  you sit back and relax.  being an ex-junkie i got the experience to backup my boast. aiyah! in the midst of filling another tube she leaned to me, i found out yesterday.  it's cancer. ovarian, aiyah! this is my last week.  they gonna operate next monday. shit, how many times i've heard that word CANCER. canker, crab, tenancious in its grasp, claws digging into flesh and bone, eating a bit at a time. like tapas.  or dim sum.  some more ravenous than other.  crab. i tried to think back to my highschool demotic greek. and latin. despite a few glimmers it proved too long a haul to go back to extract info on the etymology of the word cancer. ouch, i've got rollers for veins.  aquaria, aiyah, so sorreee.  yeah, like i haven't felt worst.  i've stuck those things into my carotid for chrissakes.  pleasure and pain. u got to give a little to get a little, eh?  cancer newbies aren't interested in being questioned. or given that spiritless nonsense, o, it'll all work out, you'll see response from people who suddenly feel uncomfortable, don't know what to say, wanna be positive.  i no longer have vendettas against these simpletons.  though i did once whenever i heard the same thing over and over.  it's an unconscious auto-response from those suffering from disease deprivation. an atavism maybe.  psycho-neural reaction.  a verbal immunity system. saying it over and over is believing it. right?  wutever, it kicks your ass when you're down.  if people could only learn to shut up, the world would be deft, bro.  a better place. i've logged miles on the cancer circuit.  i know better.  i listen.  aquaria, aiyah, retracting the syringe, my kids, aiyah.  if anything should go wrong.  first she needed to get rid of the C1.  then grit through C2 (chemo).  then, just then, after wishing for death, she'll start to hope up again.  with the help of epoetin and fighting red corpusles. what can you say?  do you have a will? medical and durable power of attorney?  do you have any default support system for the kids.  the kids, the dogs or cats, the mortgage, the job, the insurance coverage or lack of it are the transplant worry.  you know the ones we all use to replace the only priority, the only anxiety, the only reason .  the ones we don't want to face. so we adopt and give priority to some other worry. afterall, aircraft safety instructions WARN passengers, that in the event of an emergency, to "put your mask on first! Then assist others." shit, Tosca's started her lament, that virtuoso scream that frightens and thrills simultaneously.  we're swaying together at the edge of the precipice.  i can't get that dirge out of my head.  camille, mimi, then pagliacci.  they all start up.  a chorus of maeneds.  sirens sounding that most awful solitary, ineffable, that final sorrow.  all that's left after a murderous lonliness. the voices, the faces. they fade. aquaria's coming in now. loudly. </p>
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<p>clearly.  i feel that pop in the hollow of my throat.  the quickening in the pit of the stomach.  eyes  already salted. i hear my voice.  i sound like a professional though i don't want to.  i acknowledge her fear.  i can say "i know" and mean it. what little comfort that may be for her.  empathy helps. that's for sure.  i let her guide me.  my body's language is so eloquent.  i hate myself. how can i do this to her.  i hear her but don't listen. kids. she got kids. they survive. they can't survive without food and water, i want to shout, but, heck they can and they will survive w/o you. aiyah, enuf complaining. aquaria is finished with me. the tubes labeled, set in pink plastic bedpan are ready to be collected.  another patient is waiting in the wings.  no rest for the  weary , aquaria maintains a smile, the one reserved for friends. aiyah.  coffee, later this week, i offer not really knowing what else to do.  kicking myself.  did anyone have coffee with me prior to the big op? no. i didn't tell anyone. that's why. we kissed. how unprofessional, aiyah, aquaria said after we bussed each other's cheeks twice, euro fashion. she was already back in her professional mode.  would you like me to visit you while you're in?  that would be nice.  take care.  she looked up at the digital clock flashing,impatiently, the next patient's number.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[medicattesen]]></title>
<link>http://boredwell.wordpress.com/?p=28</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 02:56:21 +0000</pubDate>
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feed me, feed me, rub my stomach, roll over, dance, play dead, feed me...
i&#8217;m n a chocolate ]]></description>
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<p>i'm n a chocolate mood.  deep, dark, bitter, rich. if you take away the "rich" that's a perfect description of me.  no, by chocolate i don't mean the candy, i mean the packaging.  wrapped up in foil swaddled in crisp fresh paper. soon it will be removed, peeled off layer by layer, pushed and prodded into the maw that is medical technology. i'm not supposed to, but i'm drinking an espresso. a double. it's 6am. already i can feel the heat rising. another record-breaking heatwave.  and my day will be spent @ the hospital. getting blood work (no fluids after 12am). going to continuation clinic( the quarterly melanoma check). then a 2 hr intermission. after that, over to neurology for a followup consultation on the latest mri results.  neurology. yeah, i've got this thing in my brain.  it's growing like a long drawn out sigh.  but it's not malignant. yet. i scald my tongue enjoying the heat trail of coffee down my throat till it rsvps my stomach. another cigarette, too, won't hurt. &#38; people still ask when will i quit.  F off, never, i tell em, i've survived 3 bouts of the big c vermin so wuz a lil plant material gonna do.  besides, it is  vegan. a treat. not a crutch. what's a lie. anything to shut them up.  g2 scratch the child's belly. he's got one eye which accentuates a look that can oly be described a plaintive. he is Fritz.  my 13 year old rescue Boston Terrier, rarely satisfied with my lo-maintainance attitude towards his hi-demand for affection. been up &#38; at it all nite.  web designing. editing  fotoz &#38; music. art work. dl'd a bunch of nu programs. now i've g2g at it till i figure out what the hell i'm doing wrong.  and right. though i've tendency to forget both what i did that was right &#38; what was wrong.  story of, ah, well, never mind.  i'm also on another of my flamenco-gypsy stomping grounds.  i like to follow the fusion of musical forms. so i begin with the ear-strafing latcha drom, calm down with missa flamenco, rev up again with taraf de haidouks, spin over to gogol bordello, until carlos montoya and bizet's carmen remind me of the artistoratic amalgam flamenco is when stripped of its ruffled skirts and shiny black peg-leg pants. all this while carlos suara's flamenco flickers on the monitor. i'm reminded of what i said to my erstwhile boss.  she would come in to chastise, lecture or, worst, question me. we loved our hate relationship.  i made sure it thrived. it was the sole benefit i got out of that job.  i said, "see that floor, " i pointed, "see those shoes," i pointed at her grandmothery unvamps.  "they were made for walking. so put one foot in front of the other and leave."  i love the conversation the heels have with the floor.  whether it's the boss taking a hike or the dancers tap tap tapping fortissimo on the proscenium.  let's sese, before my-rathasthani-gipsy diaspora kick, it was arabic and disney.  well, i'm no longer taking my pharmaceuticals, what can i tellya, eh?  the anti-christ (woe-is-me-mate) is flat on his back as usual in the (un)living room-cum-bedroom, forensic files bleakering out the dire details of lives violently lost.  the flamenco helps drown that out.  like the heat, he keeps the volume full blast. when i first moved in 5 years ago come september, i asked him what he was watching and he said "if you'd stop jabbering then maybe i could concentrate on what it is!" he's a master verbalist. once i asked him if he wanted me turn down the heat. "why." he tersed grumpily.  "both back and front doors are open, " i said, "you're just heating the outdoors." from the ex-cathedral narcolounger (becuz he sits there, beer his elbow's constant companion, smoking joint after joint) he said, "I want fresh air. NOT cold air."  i mean, he's satan's cousin, afterall. living with bill, i have come to have sympathy for the devil. i think bill was kicked outta hell becuz lucifer had it with not-reality-but-actuality tv.  i overheard them talkin on speakerphone. "i warned you, bro, i don't know how many times," lucifer said, "i toldja i'd be as good as my word." bill, without missing a beat, replied, " get the hell outta my house," and disconnected finger bashing the OFF button. well, <span style="color:#8b4513;">rent's cheap so i'm not adverse to paying a certain doomicile tax in return.</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Trono de sangre ("Kumonosu jô", Akira Kurosawa, 1957)]]></title>
<link>http://justicesofthequorum.wordpress.com/?p=621</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 23:16:12 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>justicesofthequorum</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Guión:
William Shakespeare (obra &#8220;Macbeth&#8221;)
Shinobu Hashimoto
Ryuzo Kikushima
Akira Kur]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><strong>Guión:</strong><br />
William Shakespeare (obra "Macbeth")<br />
Shinobu Hashimoto<br />
Ryuzo Kikushima<br />
Akira Kurosawa<br />
Hideo Oguni</p>
<p align="center"><strong>Reparto principal:</strong><br />
Toshirô Mifune ... Taketori Washizu<br />
Isuzu Yamada ... Asaji Washizu<br />
Minoru Chiaki ... Yoshiaki Miki<br />
Takashi Shimura	... Noriyasu Odagura<br />
Chieko Naniwa ... Espíritu del bosque</p>
<p align="center"><strong>Fotografía:</strong><br />
Asakazu Nakai</p>
<p align="center"><strong>Música original:</strong><br />
Masaru Satô</p>
<p align="center"><strong>Montaje:</strong><br />
Akira Kurosawa</p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Palabras clave:</strong></p>
<p>Based On Play, Betrayal, Bleak, Blood, Crime Gone Awry, Drama, Fog, Forceful, Forest, Ghost, Grim, Imagery, Jidai Geki, Literate, Macbeth, Middle Ages, murder, Not For Children, Period Film, Prophecy, rebel, revenge, Rise and Fall Stories, Samurai, Samurai Film, Shakespeare's Macbeth, Spirit, Stylized, Surreal, Tragedy, tyrant, Violence, warrior, William Shakespeare</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Hidden Camera Bath Prank]]></title>
<link>http://exdizajn.wordpress.com/2008/07/25/hidden-camera-bath-prank/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:40:02 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[My few second film debut]]></title>
<link>http://vaetagarius.wordpress.com/?p=13</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>vaetagarius</dc:creator>
<guid>http://vaetagarius.wordpress.com/?p=13</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The teaser trailer for the new episode of &#8220;The Weakness&#8221; is out! At around 1:03 on the v]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The teaser trailer for the new episode of "The Weakness" is out! At around 1:03 on the video, you will see my gigantic hand thrust a taser rod at the screen. The smaller monk is Kathleen, and I am the big monk with the day-glo hands. ;)</p>
<p>Lauren &#38; James are fab to work with.. I highly recommend them.</p>
<p>Enjoy the teaser. New ep is out next week.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Comic Con '08: Hardcore Punisher War Zone Footage]]></title>
<link>http://achievenerdvana.wordpress.com/?p=672</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:04:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Nar Williams</dc:creator>
<guid>http://achievenerdvana.wordpress.com/?p=672</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The Punisher: War Zone Panel at the San Diego Comic Con included a look at the new trailer for the f]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>The Punisher: War Zone</em> Panel at the <strong>San Diego Comic Con</strong> included a look at the new trailer for the film, but it also screened a MPAA-can-kiss-my-vengeful-ass music video of footage cut to Ramala's "Days of Vengeance" that is way more badass.</p>
<p>Producer Gale Anne Hurd said at the panel, "We really want a Punisher that's closer to the comics, and we stuck to the MAX series because we wanted a Punisher that was ruthless, violent vigilante justice."</p>
<p>After watching the footage below I'm sure you'll agree that Garth Ennis will be proud. There's thugs getting fried by Frank's blowtorch, blood splattering everywhere, and I counted, like, 5 heads exploding. Hell, <strong>I'm surprised Frank doesn't teafrag Jigsaw in this clip.</strong> So, if you're in the mood for some of the old ultraviolence, enjoy!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[In reprisal]]></title>
<link>http://ojramoj.wordpress.com/?p=31</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:49:53 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ojramoj</dc:creator>
<guid>http://ojramoj.wordpress.com/?p=31</guid>
<description><![CDATA[ imagine your butt squirting fresh blood as you liberate a long tube of shit from inside it. you sta]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t292/Inferno_Infanta/Bloody1jpg.jpg"><img class="alignright" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t292/Inferno_Infanta/Bloody1jpg.jpg" alt="" width="240" height="320" /></a><!--StartFragment --> imagine your butt squirting fresh blood as you liberate a long tube of shit from inside it. you stand and gawk at the dung-filled bowl, all red with blood, asking yourself what's wrong. was it something you ate? was it something you used to fire up an orgasm? what the heck?!</p>
<p>then you wipe your rump with wet tissue. from the space between your arm and shoulder, you see blood dripping from its gaping hole, down to your legs, to your limbs, to the floor. like an acid-base indicator dipped in sourness, gauzy paper turns red. maggots turn up from the cesspit to frolic with the mess on your skin.</p>
<p>you start screaming like a lost child, mindless of the remaining shit you emancipate with every sigh you let go. blood drips, stench of shit occupies your space. you start to faint with the unbearable stink.</p>
<p>then you see a cloud of silver resembling my face, fuming in all revulsion. it looks down on you and sneers.</p>
<p>vengeance is taking its toll.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[What Has Happened To Hollywood?]]></title>
<link>http://culturedecoded.wordpress.com/?p=118</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>pacer521</dc:creator>
<guid>http://culturedecoded.wordpress.com/?p=118</guid>
<description><![CDATA[After sitting through all the superhero movies Marvel and Hollywood could throw at me, I was ponderi]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After sitting through all the superhero movies Marvel and Hollywood could throw at me, I was pondering the awful question: what <em>has </em>happened to the great Hollywood? It seems today that everything they make is the customary Disney G-Rated movie that will definitely include: 1 dead parent, 2 golden retrievers (or more), someone from either the disney channel shows Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, or the Raven Show, and finally one of the annoying Jonas Brothers to randomly do a solo during the credits. Either that or they will mass produce an string of animated Star Wars movies and then throw in a second Transformers without Megan Fox (because she asked for too much cash), with <em>more</em> annoying Shia Labeouf, and then toss in as much special effects that you'd think you were in a nightmare. The result? Sadly, with millions of 15 year old girls for Shia Labeouf and millions of tweenage disney cult members buying tickets, the makers of these movies (while sitting on a throne of cash) start a sequel -- then a trilogy.... This is why movies today in every season but maybe Fall are just the reality of a bad dream. And now, the small population of film enthusiasts that appreciate good movies today is a dying breed. </p>
<p>If only Hollywood could put aside their blood and gore ego and remember the masterpiece that they made almost 40 years ago in <em>All the President's Men</em>. This was a movie that defied all the odds to me, it delivered an excellent plot, twists, suspense, it kept you guessing, and above all -- there wasn't a single shot fired. The plot was true (Nixon's henchman's infamous failed heist of the democratic headquarters) and even though you knew the ending, you still wanted to see more, because somehow even though you knew every single detail backwards and forwards, you were engaged 100% on the screen. You head was spinning through the full two and a half hours, and after so many years, here we are in 2008, still remembering this movie. Its a timeless, classic mystery, but its too action packed to be a classic or a mystery. Its a great action movie, but there wasn't a single drop of blood. This movie deserves to be in its own category, and it goes to show you that even though today we have all the money and brains we want to spend on a cinema, we are still too egotistic and stubborn to produce a movie with a plot and sequence that we could 40 years ago. And because of this, I am saddened that I was not born yet into that past movie era of great minds, directors, actors, and above all...plots.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Stress and African Americans: A Daily Devotion]]></title>
<link>http://healthylivingseminars.wordpress.com/?p=34</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:09:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>tscott07</dc:creator>
<guid>http://healthylivingseminars.wordpress.com/?p=34</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Stress and African Americans: A Daily Devotion
By Dr. Tracy Scott
 
A little knowledge about stress]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Stress and African Americans: A Daily Devotion</span></span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">By Dr. Tracy Scott</span></span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">A little knowledge about stress and its effect on health benefits everyone.<span>  </span>It is estimated by the American Institute of Stress, that 75% to 90% of all doctor’s visits are caused by reactions to stress.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Stress poses a profound difficulty for everyone.<span>  </span>But more black men die from heart attacks associated with stress than any other ethnic group in the United States.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">50% of African Americans who suffer from the “blues” or depression do not seek help</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">88% of women and 69% of men will get headaches and stress is the number one cause</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Stress is the number one health problem facing African Americans.<span>  </span>35% of African American men compared to 25% of other ethnic groups are affected by hypertension (high blood pressure)</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">1 out of every 9 women who seek care in the emergency rooms is there because of injuries resulting from domestic violence.<span>  </span>There is evidence to support that neighborhood crime is rooted in unhealthy stress</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Stoke is identified as being 67% higher in African American men than other ethnic groups and 88% more blacks are more likely to die from a stroke than whites</span></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">The everyday struggle of dealing with prejudice also contributes to the high and potentially deadly levels of stress in the African American community.<span>  </span>With the challenges of poverty, discrimination, injustice, poor choices, etc., the quality of life for African Americans both male and female encourages an ongoing and constant schizophrenic mind set of anger and assimilation that many experts believe is a primary reason for the increased death rates among the African Americans.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Suggested Stress Checklist for African Americans</span></span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Being out of work for a month or longer</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having a serious illness or accident</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Not having enough money for food, clothing, housing, or other necessities of life</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Being concerned with getting credit</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having a problem with getting things repaired around the house</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having a check arrive late or lost in the mail</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having something stolen or having the house or car broken into</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having a violent argument with a friend or relative</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Having some other kind of trouble with family members</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Being concerned about living in an unsafe area</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<ul style="margin-top:0;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">Living with racism<span>  </span>(<em>Patrick Romano, 1990</em>)</span></li>
</ul>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><strong><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Daily Devotion</span></span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Sunday: </em>Read and meditate on Matthew 11:28</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Monday:</em> Learn to realize that all stress is not bad.<span>  </span>Read John 16: 19-28 and Isaiah 55:1-3</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Tuesday:</em> Strive to be patient with yourself.<span>  </span>Read Romans 12:12 and II Timothy</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Wednesday: </em>Change your faulty beliefs.<span>  </span>Read Matthew 6: 25-34.<span>  </span>Remember 40% of the </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span>            </span><span>         </span>things people worry about never happen</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Thursday: </em>Learn to relax.<span>  </span>Read Psalms 23&#38;123 and Hebrews 4:4 over and over again </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span>                  </span>while listening to Christian/Gospel music at least 15-20 minutes a day</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Friday: </em>Take a grace inventory.<span>  </span>Remind yourself of what God has done in your life.<span>  </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span>              </span>Read Philippians 1:6, 4:4; 4:6 and 4:19</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>Saturday: </em>Develop a sense of humor.<span>  </span>Learn to control what you can and what you<span> </span>cannot.<span>  </span>Read Proverbs </span></span><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">31:25; Psalms 37:13 and II Corinthians 7:4</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Melatonin and blood]]></title>
<link>http://savanvleck.wordpress.com/?p=322</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>savanvleck</dc:creator>
<guid>http://savanvleck.wordpress.com/?p=322</guid>
<description><![CDATA[As a continuation to my sleeping problem: 
 
Sometimes the problem is really bad, like after we too]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">Sometimes the problem is really bad, like after we took the boys in and I literally did not sleep more than two hours a night for three months. I missed the rest of my grandchildren so much and the fight with my daughter of eleven ran through my mind, over and over and over. You know those; What could I have said? Where did it all go so horribly wrong? Why didn’t I just call out DFS at the time? (Answer to that was, I had no idea how bad it was until I got the boys home and listened to them talking among themselves.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">The worse thing replaying in my mind was worrying that the children we left behind felt abandoned. It is a restrictive extremist home and abusive. I have written DFS and our school system here has reported it, but I will likely not see my grandchildren again until they are old enough to seek me out. I just hope they are safe. If you live in Glenrock, Wyoming and know, please email me. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">But, I digress, and that’s the problem with my sleeping too. I digress all night. I found out that listening to books on tape helps. But, not knew books that I have never read, so I am the major person who checks out the Harry Potter, Books on CD, at our library. Hence, the computer light is on all night for my laptop. I have not figure out why I do not have Harry Potter dreams though.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">I always had problems sleeping, but now, it’s a major problem. On the nights I get to sleep, if anything wakes me up before I am deep in sleep, I cannot go back to sleep, so the voice in my headphones helps to blot sound out too. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">So when, a few weeks ago, the doctor told youngest boy to take Melatonin. He does not sleep well either, in fact he and Gaffer (oldest boy) never get to sleep before 2 or 3am, even on school nights. They are, obviously, not morning people.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">The Melatonin worked so well for youngest boy that I decided to try it. Whoww!! Dream/nightmare time. Two nights in a row, I had the same vivid dream.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">Now, I usually remember my dreams and I dream a lot. I can even remember a few I had repeatedly when I was a kid. When I had measles I had a recurring dream about a human size chocolate chip cookie, which rolled around on the streets. It wasn’t a nightmare. I’m thinking maybe I should go into advertising because it’s a lot like the cookie in the commercial that sings and get’s eaten. I also tend to dream about cake a lot. I mean I taste it in my sleep even. I have a major frosting issue. I go to weddings for the cake.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">A Melatonin dream, I am finding, is a bloody dream. In the dream, my hands and arms to my elbows were covered with blood. Chrome smelling, thick, sticky blood. I think I was going around looking for the source of the blood, if I remember and not thinking about the Melatonin causing it, I took one the next night and had the exact same dream.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I didn’t take it for a while and then I took half a pill for a while. My memory being the length of a gnat, I forgot all about the bloody dream. Then, I hadn’t slept for three nights and was getting desperate and actually took two.<span>  </span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Nightmare back. This time the blood was on boxes. That’s all I remember at this point. Chrome smell, sticky, thick blood on boxes.<span>  </span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Vivid dreams and nightmares is listed as a side-effect of Melatonin. Blood is not mentioned. You are warned.<span style="font-family:&#34;"></span></span></span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Lost Cargo]]></title>
<link>http://poetrymosaic.wordpress.com/?p=30</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:39:43 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Naomi Woddis</dc:creator>
<guid>http://poetrymosaic.wordpress.com/?p=30</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The first time I saw someone else&#8217;s blood
was an old drunk with his head cracked open
on the b]]></description>
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was an old drunk with his head cracked open<br />
on the bathroom floor. He’d hit it like<br />
a hurricane. Once he’d been a boy<br />
sleeping unworried but now the noon wind blew.</p>
<p><em>I was just homesick for myself </em>he said.<br />
<em>Childhood is the country you go back to,<br />
a few black and white photographs<br />
and the moments to be found there.<br />
Anywhere I feel at peace is where I’ll go.</em></p>
<p>The next was when my mother cut her hand<br />
washing up, her blood mixed<br />
with the dishwater, nothing but red<br />
needing air; the glass mountain cracked.<br />
Now her limbs ache when it rains.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>On this cool evening my shimmering<br />
room fan shifts. Standing<br />
in front of a sink washing potatoes,<br />
time slips through my fingers.<br />
Home is what the heart has left.</p>
<p>It was always someone elses,<br />
a dream city with heavy locks,<br />
the smell of lead. I wanted<br />
to see the curve of the earth<br />
from space, orange deep and blue-black.</p>
<p>That bite out of the coast where we live<br />
and millions like us. Who hasn’t fallen,<br />
and been bruised ? Who hasn’t thought<br />
of death and the tide bringing<br />
its lost cargo back home ?</p>
<p>Copyright Naomi Woddis 2008</p>
<p>Inspired and taken from answers to the the following questions:</p>
<p>What image illustrates the true nature of time ?<br />
Describe the first time you saw another person’s blood ?<br />
What does the word home mean to you ?</p>
<p>Please email me on <strong>poetrymosaic@btinternet.com</strong> if you fancy taking part. Please make replies no more than 100 words.<br />
<strong><br />
Chrystine Bennett</strong><br />
A tornado, a hurricane.  No not the winds whirling round and round picking up cars and cows and houses, the  strange stillness in the middle. Time is not forward or back, it is never past, it is always<br />
now.</p>
<p><strong>Catherine Brennan</strong><br />
Home is somewhere with a caved in roof, covered in brambles. It only properly exists in a few black and white photographs.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://english.chass.ncsu.edu/creativewriting/gradprog.html">Dorianne Laux</a></strong><br />
Trees are time. Leaves<br />
fall like minutes. Eons<br />
of rings hidden at the core.<br />
They tick like clocks in the breeze<br />
and the birds who live inside them<br />
are small beating hearts. They watch<br />
the grass grow over their feet.<br />
Their limbs ache when it rains.<br />
The oldest knew the mountains<br />
when they were young, when<br />
they had all the time in the world.</p>
<p><strong>Esther Poyer</strong><br />
<em>Sunday</em><br />
Now —is a cool evening and creature comforts,<br />
After a sticky walk, along an ultra sunlit River Thames.<br />
My shimmering room fan shifts warm draughts<br />
While outside my neighbour’s stereo sounds travel<br />
Terrace to Victorian terrace, as song lyrics unravel.</p>
<p>Now —is a sunset, orange deep and blue-black streaks<br />
Over a jewel studded cityscape that tremors in silence,<br />
Invisible people connections, roll on in delicious mystique.<br />
A small boy-child, stretches out on top of his bed’s duvet<br />
I watch him sleep and pray, all of life will be his heyday.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/naomiwoddis">Naomi Woddis</a></strong><br />
Time is a broken hourglass, the tide bringing in rope, plastic, fish skulls and lost cargo. It’s the sea retreating from the wet sand and returning again. It’s the circle you walk in to find your way home.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&#38;friendID=36874720">Antonio Mattessini</a></strong><br />
What does the word home mean to you ?<br />
Someone else's not mine</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/jasmineanncooray">Jasmine Cooray</a></strong><br />
I thought my mother had bled internally, didn’t understand what happened, cried all the way from the toilet to the kitchen where she was washing potatoes. She laughed when I told her I saw blood in the toilet bowl, a red mass, more than anything I’d seen before. She explained girl-things, said that she wasn’t dying. I did think in retrospect that she wouldn’t still be standing in front of a sink washing potatoes.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/lucy_leagrave">Lucy Leagrave</a></strong><br />
My mother cut her hand white washing out a glass. her blood mixed with the dishwater, soaked through the bandage and was everywhere. I was about 7 or 8. I came to the hospital with her.</p>
<p><strong>Marina Zavati</strong><br />
<em>Julia May's Dream</em><br />
In her dream of absolute<br />
Julia May was leaping<br />
In and out of Black Holes;<br />
Snake fingers on the laptop<br />
Lunar music twisted in clasps<br />
Roped algebraic shadows<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
In icy linen<br />
On the glass mountain<br />
Julia May was able to feel<br />
Houses of iron<br />
And houses of brick<br />
Over a park, peppered<br />
With electric lamps and bird droppings<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
Left to soak<br />
In alabaster breath<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
Snow on airy hands<br />
The smell of lead<br />
Julia May was able to see<br />
Egg yoke under a bowl of blue<br />
Shadows of people awake<br />
In her dream city with heavy locks<br />
A town house, on her now island<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
A gasping mouth<br />
To suck the earth<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
In fluid sleep<br />
A scream turned into stone<br />
Wrapped tight<br />
A silver toy hurried from place<br />
By the noon wind</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://www.poetrypf.co.uk">Katrina Naom</a>i</strong><br />
Home is a bite out of the coast.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://cooljustice.blogspot.com/">Andy Thibault</a></strong><br />
I recall seeing an old drunk guy with his head cracked open on the bathroom floor of Saratoga springs race track. I think i was about 5. There was a pool of dark liquid next to his head.</p>
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<link>http://buttercuppunch.wordpress.com/?p=942</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 12:47:03 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Welcome to our Friday feature on BCP, “The Best Sex I Never Had,” in which we invite our readers]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://buttercuppunch.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/bad3.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-943" src="http://buttercuppunch.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/bad3.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="125" /></a>Welcome to our Friday feature on BCP, “The Best Sex I Never Had,” in which we invite our readers to submit their most humiliating, pathetic, and just-plain-awful sexual experiences for public consumption.  Seriously, email us!  It’s like a group therapy session with 1,000 of your closest friends.  You’ll feel so much better after you share.  <em><span style="font-family:Arial;">If you would like to contribute, see the rules for submission at the end of this post.</span></em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">Today’s story comes to us courtesy of Medalofpetals, and may put you in mind of a previous tale, in which poor <a href="http://buttercuppunch.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/the-best-sex-i-never-had-sad-tales-of-tail-4/#comments">Mintie </a>was subjected to some downright ungentlemanly behavior with regards to her ladyflower.<span>  </span>This week, the lovely Miss Petals indeed deserves a medal for her graceful treatment of an ungrateful college suitor. <span> </span>As punishment for his infliction of insult upon injury, we recommend a bloody good slap upside the head.</span></span></em></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-family:Arial;">Medalofpetals writes…</span></em></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0 0 0 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">My worst sex totally had the potential to be among my best, and kind of was until the shit hit the fan or to be more accurate, the blood hit the sheets.<span>  </span>I was in college and having Sunday afternoon everybody-is-at-the-library-except-us sex in my boyfriend's dorm room.<span>  </span>Everything about the sex was going gloriously for me, and then I had the realization that it was all just a little too wet down below.<span>  </span>I look down and, sure enough, I see little traces of blood on the dude's stomach, my stomach, the sheets, everywhere.<span>  </span>I got really freaked out because a) my period was definitely not supposed to be happening and b) I had no freaking clue how the guy would react.<span>  </span>And react well he did not. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>            </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0 0 0 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">Before he noticed what was going on, I told him to stop, leave the room and give me five minutes to myself.<span>  </span>Of course this kind of freaked him out, and then he noticed the blood and really started to flip his shit. <span> </span>I was already embarrassed that I got my period in the middle of sex, and then he commenced to humiliate me.<span>  </span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0 0 0 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">He opened his mouth and out came this whole lecture on how this was totally unclean, unsafe, unhygienic, and um, my fault.<span>  </span>Yah.<span>  </span>And then he delivered the line that pushed me from humiliated to pissed off.<span>  </span>He said, "This is how people get diseases," and then commenced to tell me that we would both have to go get tested for STIs.<span>  </span>Now, he was a biology major and I just a humanities major, but there was no way in hell he was going to convince me that my fucking period blood was going to give him a disease.<span>  </span>Fortunately, he finally shut up and got in the shower so I could, you know, plug up my vagina from leaking unclean, diseased blood.<span>  </span>I then had the pleasure of stripping his bed, washing his sheets, and making up his bed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0 0 0 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">Did the fun end there?<span>  </span>Negative. <span> </span>He sat me down to tell me just how disgusted he was about the whole thing, and how he was going to take himself and his precious non-bleeding dick to the clinic to make sure that my bloody little vagina didn't give him a disease.<span>  </span>I made sure that he didn't have access to said vagina for some time after that.<span>  </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:small;">Can you top Medalofpetals’ story?  Is that <strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">good</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></em>sex compared to what you’ve been through?  If you’d like to contribute a sad tale of tail, please email:  <span style="color:#000000;"><a href="mailto:tarred.and.tailfeathered@gmail.com"><span style="color:#000066;">tarred.and.tailfeathered@gmail.com</span></a>.  Keep it short, sweet, and as explicit as you like.  Include your preferred pseudonym.  Please also be factual — this is not “Penthouse Forum.” And that’s it!  We can’t wait to hear the gory details, so get to it.  They’re posted in the order in which they’re received.</span></span></span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[There Will Be Blood]]></title>
<link>http://iulianfira.wordpress.com/?p=9</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:47:39 +0000</pubDate>
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Nu va lasati pacaliti de trailer. There Will Be Blood nu e nici pe departe un western clasic, n]]></description>
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<p>Nu va lasati pacaliti de trailer. <em>There Will Be Blood</em> nu e nici pe departe un western clasic, nici macar vreunul crepuscular, gen <em>The Unforgiven</em>. E un film mocirlos, in care murdaria este omniprezenta: personajele sunt mai tot timpul imputite de petrol sau noroi, iar cand reusesc sa se spele un pic, mizeria morala iese si mai abitir la iveala. Scenariul e ca o panza freatica: la suprafata, lupta pentru inavutire in America inceputului de secol XX, sub, fanatism vs. pragmatism, alienarea in familie sau polii de putere intr-o comunitate; de la un punct, insa, aluneca spre absurd (ceva in genul <em>Lupului de Stepa</em> al lui Hesse), ceea ce, pentru mine unul, ar fi fost deranjant, daca n-ar fi fost Daniel Day Lewis.</p>
<p>Pe unul dintre afisele oficiale ale filmului scrie: "Interpretarea secolului". O fi, n-o fi, nu stiu. Un lucru stiu sigur, totusi: vocea lui galgaita, ochii mijiti, mimica arida si mersul schiopatat m-au tintuit cu ochii pe ecran. Cred ca as privi si <em>Folclorul contraataca</em> sau <em>Din dragoste</em>, daca ar fi prezentate de Daniel Plainview.</p>
<p>Cand ma gandesc ca <em>There Will Be Blood</em> a fost principalul concurent al lui <em>There Is No Country For Old Men</em> la Oscaruri, imi pun din nou intrebarea: Oare a cazut Hollywood-ul in vreo depresie?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[see ur personality trough your blood]]></title>
<link>http://shimmeringsnow.wordpress.com/?p=118</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:38:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Bersih Darah - Treats Various Diseases Caused By Unclean Blood]]></title>
<link>http://indoherbalshop.wordpress.com/?p=9</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:05:27 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Admin</dc:creator>
<guid>http://indoherbalshop.wordpress.com/?p=9</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Treats various diseases like itchiness, festering boils, scabies, ulcers, mosquito bites and pimples]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Treats various diseases like itchiness, festering boils, scabies, ulcers, mosquito bites and pimples caused by unclean blood.</p>
<p><a title="Unclead Blood" href="http://www.ijonature.com/product_info.php?products_id=101">Buy this herbal at Ijonature</a>.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Improve High Blood Pressure]]></title>
<link>http://alternativeherbsmedicine.wordpress.com/?p=99</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:14:49 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Blood pressure is the measurement of the pressure or force of blood pushing against blood vessel wal]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Blood pressure is the measurement of the pressure or force of blood pushing against blood vessel walls. The heart pumps blood into the arteries (blood vessels), which carry the blood throughout the body. High blood pressure, also called hypertension, means the pressure in your arteries is above the normal range.</p>
<p>Blood pressure is written as two numbers, such as 118/72. The first number is the systolic pressure. This is the pressure in the arteries when the heart beats and fills them with blood. The second number is the diastolic pressure. This is the pressure in the arteries when the heart rests between beats.</p>
<p><strong>Blood Pressure Tabel</strong></p>
<table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="7" width="90%">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td><strong> Type of blood pressure reading </strong></td>
<td><strong> Normal blood pressure </strong></td>
<td><strong> Prehypertension </strong></td>
<td><strong> Stage 1 hypertension </strong></td>
<td><strong> Stage 2 hypertension </strong></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Systolic</td>
<td>less than 120 mmHg</td>
<td>120-139 mmHg</td>
<td>140-159 mmHg</td>
<td>160 mmHg and above</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Diastolic</td>
<td>less than 80 mmHg</td>
<td>80-89 mmHg</td>
<td>90-99 mmHg</td>
<td>100 mmHg and above</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="5"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:times new roman;color:black;"> mmHg = millimeters of mercury – the unit of measure for blood pressure</span></td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<p><strong>The risk when you don't treat high blood pressure</strong>:</p>
<p>- Stroke</p>
<p>- Enlarged Heart</p>
<p>- Heart Failure</p>
<p>- Peripheral Vascular Desease</p>
<p>- Heart Attack</p>
<p>- Kidney disease/failure</p>
<p><strong>Kind of people that have potential the risk</strong>:</p>
<p>- People with family member who have high blood pressure, cardiovascular disease or diabetes</p>
<p>- Women who are pregnant</p>
<p>- Women who take birth control pills</p>
<p>- People over 35</p>
<p>- People who are overweight</p>
<p>- People who are not active</p>
<p>- People who drink lot of alcohol</p>
<p>- People who eat too many fatty foods or foods with too much salt</p>
<p>- People who smoke</p>
<p><strong>How to treat this most killing disease</strong> ?</p>
<p>There are many different medicines to treat high blood pressure, and you might need to take medicine from now on from <strong>Western medicine</strong> until <a href="http://tinyurl.com/236bkj" target="_self"><strong>Natural Herbal Medicine</strong></a>.</p>
<p>For long term side effect mostly <strong>Western Medicine has High Risk depend on <a href="http://tinyurl.com/236bkj" target="_self">Natural Supplement</a></strong>.</p>
<p>[caption id="attachment_220" align="alignright" width="150" caption="Ayurgold: Stabilize blood sugar levels, Correct imbalances from stress, Optimize lipid profile, Realign hormonal production, Fortify body&#39;s functions, Improve overall health"]<a href="http://tinyurl.com/236bkj"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-220" src="http://www.payifm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ayurgold_capsules-150x150.jpg" alt="[Image]" width="150" height="150" /></a>[/caption]So always consult with your doctor especially when you use western medicine. Check the consist of chemical insist and consult with your doctor. Some patient has different stage condition.</p>
<p><strong>Additional treatment for Prevention</strong> are:</p>
<p>- If you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure, you should aim to lower your blood pressure to less than 140/90, or to less than 130/80 if you have diabetes or kidney disease.</p>
<p>- Check your own blood pressure at home as recommended.</p>
<p>- Eat healthy foods that are low in salt and fat.</p>
<p>- Achieve and maintain your ideal body weight.</p>
<p>- Are you alcoholic? then limit alcohol to no more than two drinks each day. One drink is defined as 1 oz of alcohol, 5 oz of wine, or 12 oz of beer. Anyway more better STOP !</p>
<p>- Be more physically active</p>
<p>- Quit smoking</p>
<p>- Work on controlling anger and managing stress</p>
<p>- Do regular blood pressure check</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Midnight (2007)]]></title>
<link>http://jcruse86.wordpress.com/?p=37</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 00:43:23 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://jcruse86.wordpress.com/?p=37</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Midnight (2007)
Current mood:  cold
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wait for the time, it comes real ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="blogSubject">Midnight (2007)<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/cold.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> cold<br />
Category: <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&#38;FriendID=156830554&#38;BlogCategoryID=25"><span style="font-size:x-large;color:#000099;font-family:Verdana;">Writing and Poetry</span></a></p>
<p class="blogContent">I wait for the time, it comes real slow.<br />
I would rather hide, but you already know.<br />
What lays in the dark, with a glare in my eye.<br />
Staring close, as you sit and cry.<br />
You hear me breath, as your tears fall down.<br />
Waiting for me, to take care of your frown.<br />
But I sit and watch, as you wipe them away.<br />
You get on your knees, and begin your pray.<br />
Your words are soft, and pure as can be.<br />
But you know your words, are hard for me to see.<br />
You look back, to make sure Im there.<br />
But my look brings, a chill in the air.<br />
You look away, and look into the sky.<br />
You can tell, midnight has passed by.<br />
You begin to stand up, and take in the fresh air.<br />
You realize it was me that made you feel better, not the prayer.</p>
<p>Jake Alexander Cruse</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Nobody (2007)]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 00:32:01 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[A Nobody,
raised in the wind.
Dirty and wasted,
For he has sin.
A crushed heart,
Lay inside his sou]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">A Nobody,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">raised in the wind.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Dirty and wasted,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">For he has sin.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">A crushed heart,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Lay inside his soul.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">The Nobody hangs,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Above a blood filled bowl.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Draining him slow,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Drip after Drip after Drip.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">A blood bath,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">But unable to grip.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">The Nobodies,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">That has gone this far.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">The dead will always be with them,</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">And will always know who they are!</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000;">Jake Alexander Cruse</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[High blood pressure medication]]></title>
<link>http://herbsalternativemedicine.wordpress.com/?p=122</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 22:10:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
<guid>http://herbsalternativemedicine.wordpress.com/?p=122</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Blood pressure is the measurement of the pressure or force of blood pushing against blood vessel wal]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Blood pressure is the measurement of the pressure or force of blood pushing against blood vessel walls. The heart pumps blood into the arteries (blood vessels), which carry the blood throughout the body. High blood pressure, also called hypertension, means the pressure in your arteries is above the normal range.</p>
<p>Blood pressure is written as two numbers, such as 118/72. The first number is the systolic pressure. This is the pressure in the arteries when the heart beats and fills them with blood. The second number is the diastolic pressure. This is the pressure in the arteries when the heart rests between beats.</p>
<p><strong>Blood Pressure Tabel</strong></p>
<table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="7" width="90%">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td><strong> Type of blood pressure reading </strong></td>
<td><strong> Normal blood pressure </strong></td>
<td><strong> Prehypertension </strong></td>
<td><strong> Stage 1 hypertension </strong></td>
<td><strong> Stage 2 hypertension </strong></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Systolic</td>
<td>less than 120 mmHg</td>
<td>120-139 mmHg</td>
<td>140-159 mmHg</td>
<td>160 mmHg and above</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Diastolic</td>
<td>less than 80 mmHg</td>
<td>80-89 mmHg</td>
<td>90-99 mmHg</td>
<td>100 mmHg and above</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="5"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:times new roman;color:black;"> mmHg = millimeters of mercury – the unit of measure for blood pressure</span></td>
</tr>
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<p><strong>The risk when you don't treat high blood pressure</strong>:</p>
<p>- Stroke</p>
<p>- Enlarged Heart</p>
<p>- Heart Failure</p>
<p>- Peripheral Vascular Desease</p>
<p>- Heart Attack</p>
<p>- Kidney disease/failure</p>
<p><strong>Kind of people that have potential the risk</strong>:</p>
<p>- People with family member who have high blood pressure, cardiovascular disease or diabetes</p>
<p>- Women who are pregnant</p>
<p>- Women who take birth control pills</p>
<p>- People over 35</p>
<p>- People who are overweight</p>
<p>- People who are not active</p>
<p>- People who drink lot of alcohol</p>
<p>- People who eat too many fatty foods or foods with too much salt</p>
<p>- People who smoke</p>
<p><strong>How to treat this most killing disease</strong> ?</p>
<p>There are many different medicines to treat high blood pressure, and you might need to take medicine from now on from <strong>Western medicine</strong> until <a href="http://tinyurl.com/236bkj" target="_self"><strong>Natural Herbal Medicine</strong></a>.</p>
<p>For long term side effect mostly <strong>Western Medicine has High Risk depend on <a href="http://tinyurl.com/236bkj" target="_self">Natural Supplement</a></strong>.</p>
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<p><strong>Additional treatment for Prevention</strong> are:</p>
<p>- If you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure, you should aim to lower your blood pressure to less than 140/90, or to less than 130/80 if you have diabetes or kidney disease.</p>
<p>- Check your own blood pressure at home as recommended.</p>
<p>- Eat healthy foods that are low in salt and fat.</p>
<p>- Achieve and maintain your ideal body weight.</p>
<p>- Are you alcoholic? then limit alcohol to no more than two drinks each day. One drink is defined as 1 oz of alcohol, 5 oz of wine, or 12 oz of beer. Anyway more better STOP !</p>
<p>- Be more physically active</p>
<p>- Quit smoking</p>
<p>- Work on controlling anger and managing stress</p>
<p>- Do regular blood pressure check</p>
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