Mummies, Chagas’ Disease, Drinks, and Dishes

YOU HAVE TO WONDER about the minds of Incas and scientists.

The mummified remains of a  young woman from Peru have been analyzed. According to radioactive carbon dating, the woman died around 600 years ago. They know that she was Incan by the way that her skull was modified. (I can talk about pretty much any sort of disease or bodily fluid, even while eating, but this enforced body distortion absolutely creeps me out. Not fond of looking at the faces of mummies, either, for that matter.)

Why was this particular woman sacrificed? The researchers, guessing from DNA found in her, believe that she had Chagas’ disease and that her poor health probably made her a likely candidate. We therefore have another reason not to get Chagas’ disease: you will be more likely to be the one chosen to get tossed into the volcano or offered up à la Fay Wray, albeit to smaller primates and ones with prehensile tails.

THE CHILCANO

We haven’t put a drink recipe on here in a while, and if you are relying on us  that you are feeling either pretty thirsty or are sick to death of algorobina cocktails and pisco sours.

The Chilcano was invented in honor of Robinson Canó’s attempt to bring béisbol to Chile, a typically fútbol-mad country. MLB, in the face of waning enthusiasm for baseball, was hoping that the Caribbean locura for the beauty of the diamond would spread to the rest of Latin America, and lead a resurgence in what they hope will be not just America’s pastime, but the  Americas’ pastime. Canó, as MVP,  was sent as an ambassador. Peru, of course, was in principle opposed to this gesture, not because of any dislike for baseball, but what they saw as yet another attempt by their southern neighbors to appropriate pisco as their own, when everyone (including the EU)  knows that Pisco es Peruano.

I like the chilcano because it is easy and it is refreshing.

Into a tall glass filled with ice:

  • 1-2 oz. Pisco
  • 4 oz. ginger ale, ginger beer, or other fizzy mixer.
  • Squeeze the juice of 1/4 lime
  • Garnish with a slice of lime.

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AND NOW, for the dish:8full-sylva-koscina
Sylva Koscina was an Italian movie actress, born in the Kingdom of Yugoslavia (now Croatia). She had a successful career in the ’50s and ’60s, and men of a certain age might remember her playing opposite Paul Newman in the The Secret War of Harry Frigg. She invested all of her wealth in a luxurious villa in Rome, but as her income dwindled, she was forced to sell it in order to avoid a charge of tax evasion.

Ms. Koscina died in 1994, at the age of 61, due to breast cancer.

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From the Army’s deck of “Freedom Cards”

During the Iraq and Afghanistan wars,  US Army issued a deck of playing cards with various messages on them.

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Sophia Loren turns 79

Ok, it was on the 20th. Big deal. What’s a week when you’re 79 and  the most famous Italian beauty ever?

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The Passing of Thistle–A Poem by Peter Davison

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This is our first summer without a dog.
Fifteen years of disgraces in the night
(tattered screen doors, overtuned garbage pails,
unexpected puddles on the guestroom bed,
and other misbehaviors) have ended at last.
She had a way of posing in the landscape,
arranging herself against a screen of trees,
upon a lawn or on an outdoor deck
so as to bring out the hero in photographers
who could focus on the challenge of her darkness.
When on the move she carried less distinction:
a scottie, long in the barrel, short of leg,
she trotted country roads like city sidewalks,
so long as a glance behind her could confirm
the support of the authority that gave her hers.
Absent such authority, she panicked:
could be found, after a search, hysterically
galloping somewhere in the wrong direction
if we returned from shopping or the movies
through a region she had not known long enough to own.
On her home turf she brooked no trespassing,
at least by motorcycles, dogs, or horses,
though she’d roll over basely for human intruders.
The children who had grown up while she watched
were patient, watching her as age declined
from sleepiness to blindness, deafness and
incontinence. Before her last collapse
she lived her life entirely through the nose
and sense of touch. And as they watched her sleep
they saw their childhoods disappearing with her
and by so much ceased a little to be children.

I who had shared, in my two-legged way,
in what I could grasp of her doggy memories,
knew we had lived through all the same affections,
felt the same losses, searched through an empty house
for someone who would never be returning,
brooded on sights and voices that had vanished.
Perhaps she had a way of understanding
our loss that she could never share with me,
but now our past belongs to me alone,
now that she’s gone, and no one else remembers
the weekends that we spent in the house together
letting each other in and out of doors.

Copyright © 1989 by Peter Davison. All rights reserved. As published in The Poems of Peter Davison (Knopf, 1995). 

Originally published in The Atlantic Monthly, September 1989. 
 

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Gross Picture Day

we haven’t done one of these for a while, so. . .

If you think it looks bad, just wait 'til you get a whiff of the odor.

If you think it looks bad, just wait ’til you get a whiff of the odor.

(And believe me, I could have found far more disgusting pictures.)

An outbreak of Pseudomonas aeruginosa associated with a tattoo/piercing parlor in Rockford, IL is currently under investigation. Pseudomonas is a bacteria that causes some rather nasty, purulent (filled with pus, but there is no such word as pussy, pronounced with the short “u”) infections. So far, there are a total of 12 lab-confirmed cases and 4 probables. The various  county Boards of Health involved in the investigation will submit the samples for genetic testing to see if they are all related. So far, all the cases have been traced to the same tattoo parlor. 6 of the cases needed to be hospitalized, and 10 needed surgery. Infection of the ear can cause permanent disfigurement. The youngest person infected was 13 years old.

So about now you’re asking:

DO I REALLY NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THIS, TOO, DAMMIT?

Well, probably not. Sort of.

If you think of all the ear piercings that go on every day, and then figure how rare infections are, it’s probable that normal ear piercing–done at the mall, pierced through the ear lobe–appears to  carry very little risk.(I haven’t done the research to back this up, but any reader is free to prove me wrong.) All of these cases were pierced through the top of the ear.

What else can I tell you about Pseudomonas?

1. It’s resistant to a lot of antibiotics. It has genes that code for  resistance, it can pick up genes for resistance from other organisms and incorporate them as well, and it has an envelope around it that is hard for antibiotics to penetrate.

2. It’s present in the environment, and often lives in hospital situations.

3. It loves to prey on cystic fibrosis patients and burn victims.

AND WHO THE HELL BRINGS A 13 YEAR OLD TO A TATTOO PARLOR FOR HER PIERCINGS?