Supergerm eats your eyes out!

Superbug! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a pathogen! 

In fact, pseudomonas aeruginosa is a ubiquitous superbug that will digest and destroy absolutely any vulnerable human tissue, so whatever you do, don’t get a papercut! Or, God forbid,  any scratches or abrasions anywhere more intimate than, say, the back of your elbow. For good reason:

Pseudomonas aeruginosa is an opportunistic pathogen, meaning that it exploits some break in the host defenses to initiate an infection.  It causes urinary tract infections, respiratory system infections, dermatitis, soft tissue infections, bacteremia, bone and joint infections, gastrointestinal infections and a variety of systemic infections, particularly in patients with severe burns and in cancer and AIDS patients who are immunosuppressed. Pseudomonas aeruginosa infection is a serious problem in patients hospitalized with cancer, cystic fibrosis, and burns. The case fatality rate in these patients is 50 percent.

And in this particular case, it cost a healthy 18-year-old Canadian both of her corneas. From the headline on that article you’d think it was unique to Africa, but in fact according to the CDC it accounts for 10% of hospital-acquired patient infections in the US. It is everywhere, and it is resistant to antibiotics as well. Super: so that’s why they call it a superbug.

Pseudomonas aeruginosa, yick! 

The futility of treating Pseudomonas infections with antibiotics is most dramatically illustrated in cystic fibrosis patients, virtually all of whom eventually become infected with a strain that is so resistant that it cannot be treated.

It’s even the bug responsible for that nemesis of swingers everywhere, Hot Tub Rash. That reminds me: Where did I put that chlorine and sandblasting kit?

Note that, contrary to the backpacker’s expectations, doctors in African countries are not expected to be fluent in English, nor does such indicate a level of unprofessionalism. Sigh. I have a much easier time reporting these stories sympathetically when the victims whine only about things they’re entitled to whine about, like losing their eyes to tissue-eating pathogens and not “gee all the foreigners talk funny!

I mean, it’s horrific enough:

The guy didn’t even speak English. He looked at my eyes and I didn’t even know what he was saying,” she said.

Pus started secreting from her eyes, making it difficult for her to close and open her eyelids. A small hole became visible in her eyeball.

“The bug eats away so fast,” she said. “I went insane just from the pain.”

…Another day passed and Plouffe awoke blind. She had to wait yet another full day — filled with hysteria and weeping, she said — before she could catch a bus to a nearby community that had a medical clinic…

A member of the Canadian High Commission in Tanzania volunteered to escort her to Vancouver, where Plouffe was admitted to Vancouver General Hospital — five days after her ordeal began.

Two-thirds of her corneas had been eaten away and two weeks ago, doctors nearly removed her right eye — but reconsidered after successful cornea transplants on both eyes. She now has 17 stitches in her right eye and 24 stitches in her left.

Remember what your mother said: DON’T RUB YOUR EYES! Also, don’t go out of the house, and try to avoid touching anything at all while you’re inside. And don’t rub anything…”delicate” for God’s sake. All clear on that children? Good, now go play. Have fun!

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PSA: civil city slam Vancouver

From Pivot Legal Society:

“Civil City Slam”

Tuesday, May 22, at 7 pm at First United Church 320 E. Hastings St, at Gore Ave.

This forum is being organized as a result of an initiative undertaken by 16 Vancouver progressive elected representatives, representing 3 levels of government, including MP Libby Davies; MLAs David Chudnovsky, Adrian Dix, Jenny Kwan, Gregor Robertson, and Shane Simpson; City Councilors David Cadman, George Chow, Heather Deal, Raymond Louie, and Tim Stevenson; School Board Trustees Allan Blakely, Sharon Gregson, and Allan Wong; and Parks Board Commissioners Spencer Herbert and Loretta Woodcock.

David Eby from Pivot Legal Society will speak at this event.

Read Pivot’s reaction to the appointment of former B.C. attorney-general Geoff Plant in today’s papers, including the International Herald Tribune.

Where is Ottawa?

Wednesday, May 23, at 7 pm – 9 pm at Unitarian Church 949 West 49 Ave.

“Stop homelessness for now, for 2010, forever.” Organized by the Carnegie Community Action Project in cooperation with The City Wide Housing Coalition.17 Members of Parliament from Vancouver and the GVRD have been invited to discuss what the role does federal government have in solving homelessness and housing crisis.

Come and say hello to the Pivot volunteers and staff at the Booth table!

HOPE IN SHADOWS: Can you help?

We are full-steam ahead in organizing this year’s HOPE IN SHADOWS photography contest, exhibition and calendar. Every year we need corporate sponsors, and this year is no exception. We are hoping to expand on the successful training we offered last year, but we need a few more businesses interested in supporting us. If you know of any company that has a policy of helping the community, please let Paul Ryan know. We accept all levels of sponsorship, from the purchase of a month by to in-kind donations. Please e-mail Paul at pryan at hopeinshadows dot com or call Paul on 604 782 2861 if you can help, even if it is just telling us about a company you think would be suitable, and we will contact them. HOPE IN SHADOWS now has its own website: http://www.hopeinshadows.com

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About Pivot Legal Society
Pivot’s mandate is to take a strategic approach to social change, using the law to address the root causes that undermine the quality of life of those most on the margins. We believe that everyone, regardless of income, benefits from a healthy and inclusive community where values such opportunity, respect and equality are strongly rooted in the law. 

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The Shebeen Club: Perspectives on Storytelling

Shebeen bar, yo 

cross-posted from The Shebeen Club

 

What: The Shebeen Club: Perspectives on Storytelling

When: 7-9pm, Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007

Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall Street in Gastown

Why: Herald the arrival of Spring with Canada’s top storyteller, Nan Gregory

Who: Contact lorraine.murphy at gmail dot com for more information

How(much)? $15 includes presentation and dinner

  

Once upon a time…it was a dark and stormy night…let me tell you a story…it all began…

with Nan Gregory.

One of the original Shebeeners from back in the Jurassic period, Nan is not just one of Canada’s best storytellers, she’s also the woman who gave the Shebeen Club its name. We are delighted to welcome her back as our featured presenter in a very special evening of stories and conversation about writing, hypertext, the colonization of the imagination, and the importance (or not) of plot.

Your admission includes a dinner of bangers and mash or vegetarian pasta, plus one glass of pop, wine or beer.

Bio: Nan Gregory has been a professional storyteller for over 20 years. She tells myths and legends, folk tales and fairy tales, tales from history and tales from her own life for audiences of all ages. She tells in libraries, schools, theatres, conferences-and, one winter, from the back of a horse drawn sleigh. She has been a featured teller at storytelling festivals including Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal, Seattle, Nagoya, Japan, and Palmerston, New Zealand.

She is the author of three picture books. How Smudge Came won the Sheila Egoff Award for best children’s book for 1996 in British Columbia and the 1996 Mr. Christie’s Award for best Canadian children’s book for seven years and under. Wild Girl and Gran was given the 2000 Canadian Library Association Book of the Year Award for text. Amber Waiting (2002) was named to the ALA’s Booklist Best for 2003. Her first novel, for ages 8 to 12, entitled I’ll Sing You One-O was published in August, 2006.

7-7:30: meet and mingle
7:30-8: listen and learn
8-whenever: a cage match between Jack from the Beanstalk and Jack Sprat. 

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Closer: hawt emosex on the accordion plus a quiz!

Closer. Here boy, here boy! 

Yes, I think if a beer hall band had an orgy with Nine Inch Nails, then in the afterglow they sat down and collaborated on a tune (as they most definitely would, you’d think, eh?) it would definitely sound something along the likes of this.

And so, without further ado, the ol’ raincoaster blog presents Creaking Planks (featuring Rowan Lipkovits on the squeezebox) covering the immortal NIN tune, Closer.

[sorry, for whatever reason Odeo is making you sit through three and a half minutes of silence first, perhaps for Trent Reznor‘s artistic vision?]

  Which Nine Inch Nails Song Are You? (Awesome pictures)  

You’re “Big Man with a Gun”! [ed.note: I AM?] You’re violent, angry, and have a matching lust for blood and pleasure. You want to–well–shoot someone with your fucking gun! [ed.note: I DO? Fuck that: I just want to have them rounded up and kept in compounds away from me, that’s all] But hey, maybe you’re just misunderstood…
Take this quiz!

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Operation Global Media Domination: the confessional

TIAJesus, I hope I spelled that right. I am only genetically Catholic, after all. No doubt The Sister, who rode our Catholicest of the Catholic family name all the way to a very senior job in the Catholic school system (which, of course, neither of us attended although we did go to Baptist day camp), will correct me.

After she asks her secretary how to spell it.

In any case, I have a confession to make. I have taken you for granted. And judging by the hits yesterday, you didn’t seem to mind.

I think acetominophen is antithecal to blogging, or at least on two extra strength tylenol I wasn’t feeling very fresh, so I just didn’t post. Now, this may seem odd, given that what I usually post is just the online equivalent of shoving the newspaper under some handy person’s nose and saying, “check this out!” but nonetheless, one must be in the mood, in the zone, or in the groove, to blog effectively.

I took one look at the stats and said to myself the Britney pervs will keep this thing afloat overnight if I flake out, and so they did, all 1200 of them looking for the elusive porn tape. Guess what, guys? It’s not her. Now you can get on with the rest of your so-called lives.

You’re welcome.

So, I jammed the Axe Gang dance moves up there and went to bed, sulking and wisfully thumbing through all the workouts in Self and Shape that I cannot, in this shape, actually do. Gawd knows what I did to my left ankle right now, but it’s quite clear that I am being singled out for punishment in this life, as we finally have perfectly clear, crisp days that are perfect for rollerblading, and the T-factor has not yet become suffocating, although I did scare a bunch of oblivious Iranians and one tiny Hong Kong realtor wheeling and dealing on a cellphone when I zoomed between them. They’re just lucky I swerved rather than treating them like vertical speed bumps. I did pat the realtor on her shoulder, and she looked quite surprised. Perhaps she thought I was after her jacket?

In unrelated news, I spent the day cooped up and the energy had to go somewhere, somewhere that didn’t involve the feet, so I washed all the mold and lichens off the wall of my patio, revealing the pink stucco that lurks beneath. I also cleaned up most of the crap on the patio and looked wisfully at the iron potbellied stove that Carinthia gave me, but dismissed the idea of starting a fire, for fear my neighbors would smell smoke and become alarmed.

Then my upstairs neighbor threw his trash over the balcony and onto my patio.

The fire is lovely.