Gageons que dès lors, quelques lecteurs paranoïdes vont s'imaginer contenir eux aussi un foetus parasite. Va falloir augmenter leur médication.

Tomato hornworms inspire fear and dread in any organic gardener. Nothing can decimate tomato plants faster, and nothing is quite so gruesome to kill.

Unless the dread worm contracts a case of parasites... then Hooray! I don't have to squish the juicy bug after all...

We simply wait for the Braconid wasps to emerge from their cocoons to finish their host for us...

It's garden karma, and it's good.

There are no words, only silence; no silences, only words.

It’s not as bad as you think.

It’s worse.

There is no beginning which is not also an end.

The fire rages on, infinitely. Beyond time.

Above the waves. Can you hear them? Singing? So softly, like angels’ whispering secrets to us. In silence. A broken flaw in the scheme, the impossible number. Ten equals one million.

One equals Zero.

A flock of birds.

Reality is ideal, and ideas real.

Time is winding itself back; we’re wandering through forest trails, sinking into the moon. Foot in the desert, walking back to shore. Awake, alive, burning alive. Broken. Whole.

Freedom is -- cruelty.

A little love goes a long way. Truth bends, but it is unbreakable. Fact?

Believe without fear.

Stand.

Worship with reverence, pray in silence. Close your eyes. Begin to dream. Let the fever slip over you. A million words, a million feelings. Thoughts, ideas, dreams, fantasies, desires. Dreams. Dreams. Cancellations. Waking. Time. Lost. Again. Feel the frames, the darkness sliding over you. Your face: the world. The broken are broken, the lost. The lost.

Open your eyes. Awake to your dreams.

Waking to fire.

A doom and the desert. Time reigns, endless bell. A time honoring time. Love for the only wild madness in truth: in truth.

Alone.

Fire is the freedom at the base of the world, at the base of time, at the base of love. An endless fire.

The flow flows flowingly through the flow.

Flow.

The outflow is the inflow.

Equal is wrong. Identity is multiplicity, the multiple One. An unbridgeable gap, a divergent operation, a third which works. Like sorcery.

A machine works by sliding ones into ones, breaking and opening them against into another. A musical game of harmony and dissonance: does this belong or not? 1 or 0. Pure logic.

A heart works by dividing zeros into infinities, merging and weaving them into one another. A mathematical game of distinction and repetition: how intense is this difference? 1 = 0. Pure chaos.

Logic = chaos.

In the middle, there is light, only light.

A rupture is also an emendation, the flaw also a weave, the break also a medicine: minds are machines, things are subjects, thoughts are passions. A movement is stillness, the flow a part, the image a reality. The surface is depth, light is darkness, fear is courage. And the cure is always also a poison.

A formula, so simple no one could guess it. So simple, we refused to believe it was true. We would rather believe -- that just believing in this one truth is enough to destroy the universe.

It isn’t.
It is freedom from tyranny.
A cruel joke, perhaps. But a joyous cruelty, a joy without bounds.
Danger is safety. It should not be true, but it is.
It is.

Death is life, terror hope, beauty ugliness.

Is = is not. To be is not to be, the one is the infinite, the infinite the one. A glorious merging and melding, uncrossed, eternally amplified. Resonance, expansion, contraction. The way out is the way in. A movement across turns into an adventure. A crossing-over, an intermingling. Opening a one-way relation.

The network is born.

A conflagration: learning erupts, conjoins relations, negates equality. Too many parasites destroys the beautiful simplicity of the form. The parasite ruptures even the equality of inequality. It is the hole in every truth, in all knowledge. They open the break, begin learning, start the expansion. They awaken us to love.
The world hums.

Open your heart.

Viruses are hosts, organisms the guests.
Every relation reverses itself over a small enough period of time.

Heat. Light. Joy. Sound.

The collective makes noise. A gathering, a party, a multiplicity. Flocks of flocks, organisms of organisms.
The displaced return with a vengeance -- to rule. War machines, endless war, infinitely raging.

Terror, without bounds. The parasites’ reign. Viral monstrosity, brutal objectivity. Life snuffed out.

This is one possibility. Let us try not to get too frightened: destruction is creation. Awaken to light, even while you sleep in darkness.

For the darkness is light, is the purest light, the most intensified and imperceptible light. Darkness howls, it screams to us, a raging void, a vortex. Zero, nothing. Emptiness. Without form, without shape, without meaning. Lack, castration, death. Solace, solitude, Hardness, cruelty, rigor. From the void we learn mathematics. Counting is metric, in whole numbers. From the discovery of the void we derive the one.

And the zero.

But light is darkness, the absolute silence and purity of night, the infinite eclipse of joy. Pure truth is infinite sadness. Light sings, it mourns to us, a towering monument to purity, constructed from innumerable layers of filth. The one is created. A supplement, an addition.

You know enough now.

You have the key.

Invention is discovery. But the one is invented, the zero is not. The zero was, is, and will be. Unchanging. Only ones become, only individuals can change. The principle remains unmoved. Whole. Unshifting. Rigid. Cruel. Unflinching. Real. The individuals are endlessly movement. Partial, shifting, flowing, soft, weak, terrified. Imaginary. Fiction is fact.

Fact is fiction. Twist, break, flow, ripple. Endless, instant. A circle is a line. All that flows in flows out. Breaking is mending, mending breaking. All science is an art, all art a science. We cannot escape the equality of nothing and all things, silence and all statements, all of deception and truth, all of fear and courage.

Opening is closing: eternity is a moment. Breathe, think, see, say, smell.

Drink! Saturate yourself. Don’t think, feel. A moment and this will all be gone.

To leave is also to return.

Real human beings are ghosts. Sorcery is ancient psychology, the first true instance of psycho-technology.

Mapping human emotions. Why do we love, why do we hate? Why do we live, why do we die? There are no reasons, no explanations, only facts and fictions. An assemblage of rigorously divided lines.

Equals. Equals. Equals.

The way back is the way up. Into the void, out to the one. Regress, progress. Time, space. Inside, outside. Breathe, pause.

Love, hate. Love, hate. Love, hate. Love, hate. Love, hate. Love, hate.

No patterns, only a pattern. No rules, only a rule. No laws, only a law.

The law is not a law, the pattern no pattern, the rule no rules.

Imagine a system where all rules are equally valid. I mean, just imagine it -- and it exists. It becomes real.

There is a hole between the virtual and the actual. But this hole, this void, is a fullness, a one. It is really both at once: a passageway for intensities, a mobile field of becoming. The hole, the flow. A break, a patch. Repairing connections, installing machines. The real is the potential, the virtual the actual. To connect is to disconnect.

Structure is disorder. Organs are disorganized.

Plato is Mandelbrot.

A dream is the cosmos. A life is humanity. A single force is composed of an infinite number of pure intensities. A noise is a guest; silence, a thousand noises. The voice of silence.

The voice of silence speaks in stones.

“Love.”

Love is real, and there are no longer dreams. Love is a dream, and there is no longer reality.

The law of non-contradiction is a contradiction. The limited is the unlimited. Infinity = one = zero.

Cutting the void apart: how does it work, the bug, the glitch, the virus? The breakdown of logic, the toppling of structure? As easily as 1 = 0...

I don’t understand the reason I was shown. Whether I am now -- supposed to do it, to create that which is also to destroy the cosmos. To destroy the universe -- and replace it with a multiverse. 1 = 0 means multiplicity forever -- and never. There is no unity that is not equal to zero and to all things. Unity cannot be void, but it is: this, the silenced truth and truth of silence, is coming back to us, flowing in upon a thousand golden lines of flight.

It burns our eyes, shocks and lashes the nerve cells. A necessary cruelty. The sun, solar king, isolated and free, magical ruler of earth. All-seeing eye, Ra, judger of judgments and king of thieves. You are the first enemy of freedom, the beginning of man’s long labors. And still the object of his joy. Energy, heat, light, work. All parasites, all tied to the same broken matrix. The glitch remains, the third interrupts, the system functions because it’s broken. The only way it works is the way it cannot possibly work. We have to guess from among impossibilities the true possibility. How do we increase our likelihood of wagering on the truth?

Deception at bottom, and truth beneath, and deception. Turn over turn over turn, fold within fold within fold. Art and science, ecology and poetry. The word and the earth, alpha and omega. The beginning is the end, the word silence, sadness secret joy. Joy without bounds, species, classes, categories, segments, portions. Joy as flux, as immediate direct relation to the real, to being. A flowing joyous equality reigns in secret, in hiding, on the run from the law. Escape, always escape. Escape is a prison, and the prisoner has escaped. Parasites of parasites. Who’s fucking who?

Light rips into the darkness, fills space, drives out the shadows. Liberation is slavery. Work is anti-production. Love is hatred. Cruelty is kindness. Evil is good, necessary, inevitable. Destruction is creation. Difference is identity. Sickness is health. Death is life. The end is the beginning. The earth is the word, the word earth is earth. A reality without imagination would also be without reality; the imagination, without reality, would also be without imagination. The real is the imaginary, the imaginary real.

One equals zero. We have been so afraid of this little truth, which once it’s said aloud sounds trivial, boring, even a little stupid. We won’t disagree.

We’ll simply enjoy it, and keep going. Close your eyes: life, rhythms, power, resonance. Purity and desire, filth and nightmares. All tiny little +1’s, all equal. A system, democracy, dialogue. The operator of equality is the parasite -- who is equality -- the machine works as long as they keep silent, as long as they are imperceptible...

Hold back.

When the parasite holds back, life is created. Life, once limited by the pre-organic parasites, who were so powerful it almost didn’t even emerge at all, bursts across the equality. Life is the ambiguity in every formula, the form of the law (from zero come ones...) For in order to emerge it had to leap from non-being to being, from the virtual to the actual. This is a pure struggle, through long and hard millenia of intense and bloody war. All for unity, all for togetherness. A new brotherhood, a new earth. How can we train those new people, those who will colonize the stars? How do we breed -- a cosmic thinker, the one who will unravel the chains?

When love holds back.

How much does it actually take? Thought is feeling, feelings thoughts. A passion is a concept, a concept a passion. This equality, once allowed, infects everything, contagious like laughter -- or a plague. The equation is dangerous, an ambiguity, pure equivocation as principle. The principle of individuation itself, the rule of no rules, the beginning of the law. The moment of creation, 1 = 0. It stands -- for re-evaluation.

Everything is true, nothing is true.

Checking. Again. Checking. Checking. Checking. Still the same? Never -- never the same. Always the same. Never is always, always never. No absolutes, the relatives are absolute and the absolutes relative.

Giving is stealing. Exchange is hoarding. Property -- this is the question. Two claimants, only one can be right. How can we both own it -- philosophy and poetry, art and science? How can we both be right? How can we both be saying the same thing? The idea is ludicrous, incomprehensible, insane -- but inescapable, evident, palpable. Perhaps even terrifying, if only because so ambiguous.

Be courageous. After all, we should not act so surprised. We felt it long before we knew. The outrage, the terror, the angst, the fear -- these are all symptoms of a long-overdue joy. The past is the future, near is far: the day is not long, not long at all. And tomorrow is breaking.

I won’t, I can’t, so I must.

The least is the greatest.

Let go.

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NEW BRIGHTON, MN—Immediately following a physician's examination for her menstrual cessation, 37-year-old events planner Janice Crowley told reporters Tuesday that she is "ecstatic" with her diagnosis of a rapidly growing intrauterine parasite.

"I'm so happy!" Crowley said of the golf ball–sized, nutrient-sapping organism embedded deep in the wall of her uterus. "I was beginning to think this would never happen to me."

Crowley's condition is common and well-documented, with millions of women between the ages of 12 and 50 diagnosed every year. Studies have shown that while the disorder strikes without prejudice across racial, ethnic, and class lines, it bears a very high correlation with the consumption of alcohol at the time of infection. Although there is a low-cost daily medication available that can prevent the harmful symbiote with 99 percent efficacy, many women inexplicably choose not to use it.

Symptoms of potential uterine blight are wide-ranging and can include nausea, vomiting, constipation, irritability, emotional instability, swollen or tender breasts, massive weight gain, severe loss of bone density, fatigue, insomnia, excessive flatulence, hemorrhoids, vaginal tearing, and involuntary defecation.

"I can't wait to tell my parents!" said Crowley, who added that she is reasonably certain she contracted the parasite while on a romantic Caribbean cruise with her husband in May, most likely during a brief sojourn in the Virgin Islands.

"I think it must have happened in that little seaside villa on St. Thomas," said Crowley in an attempt to pinpoint precisely how long ago her endoparasitic ailment began. "Or maybe the night we went to that secluded beach on Tortola."

Crowley has reportedly refused a simple inexpensive outpatient procedure that would completely rid her of the detrimental organism in about an hour, effectively sparing her from the host of complications that will burden her and her family for the rest of their lives.

Today's strange skin feature is Larva Migrans. Or, more technically, cutaneous larva migrans.

This condition is NOT caused by an insect, but by a round worm, or more properly, a nematode. This is a photo of the bottom of someone's foot, a common spot for the condition to occur.

What's going on? A parasitic worm has found a potential host! It's tiny enough to burrow into your skin via a pore or a hair follicle, looking for a good home.

Check out the life cycle of some of these parasitic worms. If it's a human hookworm, they burrow into your feet, travel in your blood stream to your lungs where you cough them up, swallow them, and then they finally reach their happy home in your intestine. Where they breed.
Yum.

Larva Migrans is what happens when something goes wrong in that worm lifecycle.

Usually you see these marks on the skin when the worm that's gotten into you isn't one that's supposed to live in people--dog hookworms are a common cause of Larva Migrans. These worms may not be able to penetrate the lower layers of human skin to get into the blood stream, so just wander around between the layers, looking for an opening. Hence the name: Larva Migrans, or wandering larva.

What are the risk factors for Larva Migrans?

• Hobbies and occupations that involve contact with warm, moist, sandy soil
• Tropical/subtropical climate travel
• Barefoot beachgoers/sunbathers
• Farmers and Gardeners (Ahem.)

Fortunately, while it looks gross, and the concept usually squicks people, it's usually harmless and self-limiting. The larva dies, and the problem is solved after some severe itching and mild freaking out.

The worms that most commonly cause LM are found in damp, humid areas, or moist soils. The free-living stage of the worm is very tiny, so they need a wet environment to keep from dehydrating. Tropical jungles and swampy land tend to be a very nice place for these worms to live.

The other thing these worms need is for a currently infected animal to poop someplace near that moist soil or sand, so that the eggs and juvenile worms can find a new host. Like your foot.

So, Larva Migrans is mostly limited to those who live in or visit developing countries where sanitation is lacking, or natural areas and farms where infected animals' feces are deposited at will.
And where bare skin comes in contact with said soils or feces. When mom yelled at you to put your shoes on, she was onto something.

It's pretty rare, especially for those of us up here in the frozen north, but I thought you would like something new to be paranoid about.

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*I had a guy try to drop trou in my office once so he could show me the bites on his derrière. Fortunately my boss was there, and made the guy put his pants back on.

http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=725637

http://www.news.wisc.edu/14883

 Since you folks liked my first set of pictures I thought you might like to see some more of them. These pictures are from actual specimens that I have personally seen and photographed in the last month or so. The picture above is an egg from a tape worm. I call it a Taenia egg. There are some other things that people eat that can look just like these eggs but my job is to tell the eggs from the  "poop chunk's". I pointed out 4 lines in the egg that I believe are actually hooks that will develop when the egg hatches. These hook will attach inside the intestine so that the tape worm can hang on for dear life.   Below is a picture from the same sample of another tape worm egg. You can see a yellow sac around it. I don't often see them this way but this is the form they take while they are still in the tape worm. I would assume that this person still has a live tape worm that is producing eggs...   :)

Went to a scan the other day... very strange, especially when the little alien started squiggling around and for a tiny dot of a moment the whole screen seemed to gasp with tiny fingers and feet.  Apparently they can hear noises in utero and sometimes they move their hands to cover their ears.  This little one kept throwing her arms up and putting a shadow over her heart so that the technician couldn't measure it properly.  How delicate must a creature be that the movement of their limbs throws a shadow over their very core?  I hope she's as naughty as her mother.   

Dad's got a scan next week.  His headaches are back with a new, spiky sensation.  Hopefully it is just stress from selling the business or something like that.  Since the chemo stopped working and he's been neat on dexamethasone his hair has grown back a bit, but he still looks like a beachball on sticks.  It won't go away...  but as long as it doesn't get bigger, we can all breathe a little deeper.

Was life simpler when we could not scan our bodies to see what was happening inside them?  Can secrets ever stay locked away indefinitely?  Would they be there if no one could feel them?  And, can the human pysche ever bear to turn its back on finding out for sure?  In a paradoxical way, what's happened to my dad and sister is not all that unrelated.  Both have othered entities growing inside them, and neither knew about it until their bodies began to respond...  The hosts are the same, feeding, watering, living...  But the others?  Well, I guess that's the difference between life and death.   

LOS ANGELES, CA - Just weeks after securing the contractual rights to a still underdeveloped, yet destined to be famous Fanning embryo, Grooved Shoulder has learned that Lions Gate Film Studio is now on the verge of subtracting a member of the gifted acting family from future projects.

After scandalous pictures surfaced on the internet last week depicting child actress Elle Fanning, 10, as a brainless fetus in fetu-like parasitic twin living off fellow actress and sister Dakota's "host" body, Lions Gate executives are prepared to terminate her contract with the studio as soon as Tuesday.

Parasitic twins occur when a twin embryo begins developing in utero, but the pair does not fully separate. Usually, one embryo maintains dominant development at the expense of the other.

"Undeveloped twin's like Elle are defined as parasitic because they are incompletely formed or wholly dependent on the body functions of the complete fetus--hence they grow so large that it starts to harm the host, at which point doctors usually intervene," says Dr. Robert Connolly, a reproductive endocrinologist who did not treat the star.

In response to the rumors, Fanning representatives have threatened legal action against the studio, condeming Lions Gate as "reinforcing outrageously false and cruel lies against a minor."

Insiders, however, see it different.

"With Elle, the lights are on but nobody's home," says a acting pal. "Anyone who's taken the time to run lines with her knows she's a glorified tick."

"She's literally sucked the life out of Dakota for years, so I'm glad it's finally come to light."

What makes the Fanning case even more intriguing is that if Elle, 10, is indeed a paracitic twin, it would make her the same age as her sister Dakota, 14.

"If they did their homework on Elle they would have learned that only months prior to signing she'd just been carved away from her sister's body," said a source close to both sisters.

"Lions Gate only saw green with Elle, so it's their own damn fault."

I thought you might be interested in what a parasite looks like. In the above picture you  can see two pear shaped light blueish/greenish images. In side of each one you will see what looks like two purple looking eyes staring back at you. This form is actually known as a trophozoites and the eyes are karyosomes. You can see a line running the length of each one plus a tail. The line and tail are usuallly called and axistyle. The are about the size of 2 or 3 red blood cells or about 15 microns in size. When they are around you are very glad you live in america with lots of soft bathroom tissue. Another good reason to wash your hands before you eat. Actually you get it from drinking unprocessed water from the mountains. Now it you think those little filters will keep them  out of your canteen, think twice. The best thing to do is treat a pan full of watter with a couple of drops of chlorox, let it sit for an hour and then filter... :)

Below is a photo of some red blood cells. Inside of the red blood cells you will see blue rings with one or two little red dots that hold the ring together. This person has Malaria which is actually call Plasmodium falciparum. There are 4 kinds of malaria and they take on about 5-10 different forms. This is what I do for a living.. :)

Also, some Internet people don't like the use of the word "infected" in this news report.

This word means that germs or bacteria are causing a disease to spread among people.

And that is exactly what is happening.

Welcome to reality.

**The first national study of four common sexually transmitted diseases among girls and young women has found that one in four are infected with at least one of the diseases, federal health officials reported Tuesday. Nearly half the African-Americans in the study of teenagers ages 14 to 19 were infected with at least one of the diseases monitored in the study — human papillomavirus (HPV), chlamydia, genital herpes and trichomoniasis, a common parasite. The 50 percent figure compared with 20 percent of white teenagers, health officials and researchers said at a news conference at a scientific meeting in Chicago. The two most common sexually transmitted diseases, or S.T.D.’s, among all the participants tested were HPV, at 18 percent, and chlamydia, at 4 percent, according to the analysis, part of the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Each disease can be serious in its own way. HPV, for example, can cause cancer and genital warts. Among the infected women, 15 percent had more than one of the diseases. Women may be unaware they are infected. But the diseases, which are infections caused by bacteria, viruses and parasites, can produce acute symptoms like irritating vaginal discharge, painful pelvic inflammatory disease and potentially fatal ectopic pregnancy. The infections can also lead to longterm ailments like infertility and cervical cancer. The survey tested for specific HPV strains linked to genital warts and cervical cancer. Officials of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said the findings underscored the need to strengthen screening, vaccination and other prevention measures for the diseases, which are among the highest public health priorities. About 19 million new sexually transmitted infections occur each year among all age groups in the United States. “High S.T.D. infection rates among young women, particularly young African-American women, are clear signs that we must continue developing ways to reach those most at risk,” said Dr. John M. Douglas Jr., who directs the centers’ division of S.T.D. prevention. The president of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America, Cecile Richards, said the new findings “emphasize the need for real comprehensive sex education.” “The national policy of promoting abstinence-only programs is a $1.5 billion failure,” Ms. Richards said, “and teenage girls are paying the real price.” Although earlier annual surveys have tested for a single sexually transmitted disease in a specified population, this is the first time the national study has collected data on all the most common sexual diseases in adolescent women at the same time. It is also the first time the study measured human papillomavirus. Dr. Douglas said that because the new survey was based on direct testing, it was more reliable than analyses derived from data that doctors and clinics sent to the diseases center through state and local health departments. “What we found is alarming,” said Dr. Sara Forhan, a researcher at the centers and the lead author of the study. Dr. Forhan added that the study showed “how fast the S.T.D. prevalence appears.” “Far too many young women are at risk for the serious health effects of untreated S.T.D.’s, ” she said. The centers conducts the annual study, which asks a representative sample of the household population a wide range of health questions. The analysis was based on information collected in the 2003-4 survey. Extrapolating from the findings, Dr. Forhan said 3.2 million teenage women were infected with at least one of the four diseases. The 838 participants in the study were chosen at random with standard statistical techniques. Of the women asked, 96 percent agreed to submit vaginal swabs for testing. The findings and specific treatment recommendations were available to the participants calling a password-protected telephone line. Three reminders were sent to participants who did not call. Health officials recommend treatment for all sex partners of individuals diagnosed with curable sexually transmitted diseases. One promising approach to reach that goal is for doctors who treat infected women to provide or prescribe the same treatment for their partners, Dr. Douglas said. The goal is to encourage men who may not have a physician or who have no symptoms and may be reluctant to seek care to be treated without a doctor’s visit. He also urged infected women to be retested three months after treatment to detect possible reinfection and to treat it. Dr. Forhan said she did not know how many participants received their test results. Federal health officials recommend annual screening tests to detect chlamydia for sexually active women younger than 25. The disease agency also recommends that women ages 11 to 26 be fully vaccinated against HPV. The Food and Drug Administration has said in a report that latex condoms are “highly effective” at preventing infection by chlamydia, trichomoniasis, H.I.V., gonorrhea and hepatitis B. The agency noted that condoms seemed less effective against genital herpes and syphilis. Protection against human papillomavirus “is partial at best,” the report said.**

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/12/science/12std.html?_r=1&oref=login&ref=todayspaper&pagewanted=print

If a person never contradicts himself, it must be that he says nothing.
Miguel de Unamumo

Modernity is a mass exhumation, plunging multiple, trembling, accelerating tunnels into the depths of affectivity. An ambiguous anticipation of this pure positivity can be paradoxically grasped already in the very grayness, finality, boredom and gravity of the classical categories of knowledge. For the consistency of the subject in the classical sense is metaphysical, sublime, hidden, like a secret promise.

But the same metaphysical operation has an entirely different meaning to modern ears. To us, subjectivity indicates creativity and energy. Flight exploits gravity, both in taking-off and landing: modernity brings a celerity and furor to bear upon hypocritical objectivity. For what guarantees the consistency of a decision upon critical self-awareness, besides an uncertain and terrifying project of profound (psychic) extrusion?

The modern project is also classical, but re-opening rather than repeating it. Dehiscence. The modern is an historical excess, a point of over-saturation, in-differentiation, hyper-depersonalization, “literal” dissolution. Conduct an experiment, disintegrate cautiously, get started! For beneath culture and nature, beneath science and literature, a cosmic or microscopic order intrudes.

An alien or insect, a plague or parasite, has already made its home. Science ignores the invisible virus, hoping that, against all likelihood, there will be order, stability, law. Ceaselessly, the parasite interrupts our silence, our judgment, our consumption -- and creates love: a real relationship, a relationship to reality. Most of the cells in your body do not have your DNA: the plague co-opts our bodies. It “acquires” faith. It distorts our worlds, but creates the word as trace of its passage.

The dark shadow of the parasite threatens every bright and sparkling spirit; in its shadow is gravity itself. The parasite invents comedy by distorting messages; the insect who exploits seriousness, thereby liberating transformative intensities -- but in the shadow of the plague, a gravity re-asserts itself. But we knew that all along, we planned on it.

Flight demands a parasite, creation demands subversion. The plague is a translator which overflows and constitutes our world itself as a trace of its passing. At the limit, the parasite cannot be distinguished from the angel. Both communicate; a signal is always already the name of God and the book of Hell. Classical thought attentuates this signal, imposes limitations, categories, boundaries, englobements.

Modernity rediscover its living experience -- and its purpose -- in re-opening the negated line of flight, an eschatology, powerful and passionate pathway to reality. Towards more profound love, towards an abstract plane of consistency. The prophet ceaselessly proclaims the same difference: knowledge is delirium!

Limitative hypotheses upon the limits of knowledge or observation, indicate a “degenerate,” used-up or otherwise blockaded line of thought. These breakpoints emerge dramatically, if obsessively, with modernity itself -- if they are not its very motor.

The parasitic origin, the insect, the cyborg, the Outside can no longer be “originary.” Modernity must not cross the new plague out, nor confuse it with the classical plague. The modern spirit's will-to-"truth" demands that this dangerous delirium be released, precisely where it was formerly enclosed, suffocated, ignored -- and finally reduced to silence.

Modernity is the archae-ontology of the silence of the parasite, the silence of the organelles -- in all seriousness, a diagnosis of the sickness of “health”.

I told my mother that I thought I had this parasite and she just brushed it off as me being paranoid, well as symptoms persisted for 3 weeks, she finally called the doctor. Just as I had guessed, the doctor wished to get me tested for Giardiasis.

I decided to name the parasite "Gregory," in my mind he wears a little top hat and speaks with a british accent.

I just got back from drivers-ed and I can't tell if it's from the pizza or if Gregory has just come for another visit.
I've already set up a large pot in the bathroom for projectile vomit.

Tonight should be interesting.

here's a picture of this little menace:

The long:

Berdoy M, Webster J, Macdonald D (2000). Fatal Attraction in Rats Infected with Toxoplasma gondii. Proceedings of the Royal Society of London, B267:1591-1594. PMID 11007336

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11007336

We tested the hypothesis that the parasite Toxoplasma gondii manipulates the behaviour of its intermediate rat host in order to increase its chance of being predated by cats, its feline definitive host, thereby ensuring the completion of its life cycle. Here we report that, although rats have evolved anti-predator avoidance of areas with signs of cat presence, T. gondii's manipulation appears to alter the rat's perception of cat predation risk, in some cases turning their innate aversion into an imprudent attraction. The selectivity of such behavioural changes suggests that this ubiquitous parasite subtly alters the brain of its intermediate host to enhance predation rate whilst leaving other behavioural categories and general health intact

Some points to consider. Other animals are the prey of cats such as Lions. Tigers, Leopards. Humans have been known to be eaten by cats. If our ancestors became less afraid of these vicious cats, then they were more likely to be eaten.

Could the domestication of cats have resulted because of the parasite?

"I have a question for the entimoligist. [sic] I'm hoping you could give me some advice. My boyfriend is all excited about the love lice, pubic hair animal things and wants us to get them. I'm not sure this is such a good idea. He says these are specially bred and they're not the same kind as homeless people's lice. He says these are bigger and tame. I'd never heard of this before, but he and his buddies are all into it. "

And she then referred me to this website: LoveBugz.net: "The FanSite of the Lousing Lifestyle." From their FAQ page:

The dealio is special bred pubic crab louses from Japan (not the same as homeless people's variety of lice exactly). First, they DON'T BITE, they just live off dead skin cells and such in your bush. Really, you're cleaner with them there than without them.
Second, these babies are HUGE!!! Well, huge compared to regular lice. And they just live happily in your underwear. It's so COOL! They grow, and have families.
You can feel em living and crawling around. It's like having personal Sea monkeys in your pants.

Egad. I immediately thought that this was a spoof site, but it is a spoof someone is investing a lot of time and energy into. (I especially like the username "Lice Lice Baby!").

Given the infinite ability of humans to get off on just about anything, I'll grant that someone could fetishize having pubic lice (Phthirus pubis for those who want the taxonomic details). And it does have it's own fetish name: pthirophilia. Certainly someone believes this fad is real enough to ask for an interview on Craig's list.

However, whether it is real or not, the site is spreading a great deal of misinformation.

First, the likelihood that "pet" crab lice could be bred to not bite and live off dead skin cells is nill.
To put it more bluntly, It's. Total. Bull. Shit.
These animals have spent millions of years feeding on blood through your skin--they have no way to suddenly start munching skin cells.

A crab louse infestation is also not pleasant--from Medline:

"The presence of pubic lice is heralded by moderate to severe itching in the area covered by pubic hair....Because the crab louse requires human blood to survive, it buries its head inside a pubic hair follicle. It excretes a substance into the skin that causes the itching.

Sometimes the bite can cause an inflammatory skin reaction that is bluish gray in color. Although the lice do not cause a rash, the constant scratching and digging can cause the skin to become raw, and secondary infections may develop."

Second, the idea that these are your crabs, and that having them is low risk to anyone else, is also not correct. A scientific study from 1983 suggests that crab lice are quite active, and move about between subjects more than previously believed. While it is rare for transmission to occur, trying on bathing suits and underwear is a known risk for transmission of crab lice, as is sharing bedding or clothing with an infected person. Crabs can survive for up to 2 days off their host.

Lastly, the idea promoted on LoveBugz that you can "easily" get rid of crabs is not correct. Additionally, the LoveBugz site suggests using Kerosene, which is about the worst thing you can possibly do (especially if you have open sores from the bites!).

As anyone who's tried to get rid of head lice can tell you, just one treatment isn't always enough. Detailed instructions on how to safely get rid of pubic lice are here. Note that crab lice can also occur in the eyebrows and armpits; make sure you wash everything.

So, if the goal of the email was to get me to link to the LoveBugz site, I guess they succeeded--but that site is total BS.

Related posts:

Pubic Lice: The SEQUEL

September is National Head Lice Awareness Month

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An so it goes in the world of the wealthy and the poor.

Il y avait déjà eu ce genre d'attaque contre les antipub dans le journal Média, un truc pour journalistes parvenus formaté pour convaincre les pigistes et autres aspirants à l'écriture qu'il existe un seul et juste monde médiatique et rien d'autre.

Un retournement comme seule la pub sait les faire. Le tagueur entame une croix gammée sous le contrôle d'une force obscure, il n'est qu'un pantin manipulé. Le choix du fascisme est plus intéressant que celui du communisme par exemple, il a totalement perdu idéologiquement face au capitalisme et au communisme, il a été vaincu par une guerre et il est condamné par la justice. Il représente le mal absolu.

Le communisme aurait été plus problèmatique, certes, il a aussi des millions de morts sur la conscience mais il reste des consommateurs qui y croient encore. En plus, comme il a eu plusieurs chapelles et que certains de leurs anciens dirigent des agences de com', des journaux… ça n'aurait pas été très fair-play…

"Se faire une opinion, ce n'est pas suivre celle des autres", c'est donc le sac à pub Métro qui nous le dit, le symbole de la presse gratuite dans toute sa splendeur.

Un "journal" dont la seule vocation est d'accentuer l'économie parasitaire de la pub, de formater les comportement de sur-consommation moutonnier, d'être l'avant garde de la pensée marchande… Bref, quelque chose de parfaitement inutile et nuisible pour la société soit l'inverse de ce qui fait la différence de l'Homme avec le reste de la nature : la pensée.

La commémoration des 40 ans de mai 68 pourrait donner à certains l'envie de sortir du rang, de réécrire qu'il faut être réaliste et demander l'impossible, l'impossible de vivre mieux en changeant le monde chaque jour. La pub est là pour nous rappeler que toutes ces velléités vont à l'encontre des vrais changements comme la mode, le matériel informatique, les yaourts, les voitures…

Up to 1/3 of the human population on this planet is believed to carry the disease.

I urge readers to read the wikipedia article. Female readers may already know of this, as pregnant women are advised to keep clear of cats, as the disease can be very bad for the baby.

Next article: How the parasite affects cats.