I’ve been subscribed to the ‘tattoo sleeve’ Flickr tag for a while. Not much comes up; nonetheless, good stuff.
“The cost of a flu season in lives lost, medical expenses and economic impact can be severe. A recent study estimated that in the United States, annual influenza epidemics result in approximately 600,000 life-years lost, 3 million hospitalized days, and 30 million outpatient visits, resulting in medical costs of $10 billion annually. According to this study, lost earnings due to illness and loss of life amounted to over $15 billion annually and the total economic burden of annual influenza epidemics amounts to over $80 billion.”
Talent.
Information obtained from case studies shows that the pain develops into a long-lasting hyperalgesia that can persist for months but usually lasts from a few days to a few weeks. A clinical report from 1992 showed that the severe pain was persistent and did not respond to morphine.
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“Fanfare for the Common Man” - Aaron Copland; performance - Leornard Bernstein & the New York Phil Harmonic
Goossen wrote “Its title is as original as its music, and I think it is so telling that it deserves a special occasion for its performance. If it is agreeable to you, we will premiere it 12 March 1943 at income tax time”. Copland’s reply was “I [am] all for honoring the common man at income tax time”.
Enjoying. (pic via paxsimius)
GZA rookie card, NM+
“He the head, let’s put it that way. We formed like Voltron and the GZA just happened to be the head.”
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This is a recording of Barack Obama saying, “You ain’t my bitch, nigga! Buy your own damn fries!”
Apparently there are some choice phrases quoted in Dreams From My Father. Obama did the audiobook, and so there are now clips of him saying these things, including, also:
“Sure you can have my number, baby!”
“There are white folks, and then there are ignorant motherfuckers like you.”“You know that guy ain’t shit. Sorry-ass motherfucker ain’t got nothing on me.”
And, perhaps best of all, “So what happens when we go out to a party with some sistahs, huh? What happens? I tell you what happens: Blam! They on us like there’s no tomorrow. High school chicks, university chicks, it don’t matter!”
From the Boston Phoenix, with many thanks to ephemeron
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