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This is so Steve Rogers core

it's so fucked up you cant start working on your life at 3 am. when it most matters

Pinhole cast on

The pinhole cast on allows you to start knitting in the round from the centre outwards without getting a hole in the middle.

Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.

At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.

Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.

It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.

The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.

Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.

Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.

His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.

An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.

The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.

Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.

Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.

According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”

Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.

In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History

In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.

Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.

https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/

Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney

New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen

Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton

huge fan of reading and learning, but also an even bigger fan of sleeping and being unconscious.

Yearning for her (the fiber craft I left at home because I thought I wouldn't be bored)

me: these are my friends!!! them: yeah! you're my friend :) me, every time: huh whuh??? your FRieedn??? Friend with me????? likes me????

bilf (book i'd like to finish)

my brain is so fucking mean to me man what's up with that. we're on the same team here buddy. fuckin get with it

I'm so normal about stormight archive *proceeds to read the entire coppermind wiki for roshar*

Wayne: And here’s my award for most rules broken!

Steris: ..That is not an award, that is an angry letter from the constabulary.

Wayne: It has the word most, so it’s an award.

Lemme just point out how awesome Kelsier's fight with the inquisitor at the end of The Final Empire is. There are constant descriptions of his amazing allomantic skill, and his general grace, with him being a blur on the battlefield. He avoids being crushed by a cage wagon by jumping INTO the cage and pushing all around him. He distracts and hurts the inquisitor by keeping a constant swarm of small metal shards flying around it by expertly pulling and pushing, even using the inquisitor's own allomancy against it. And then, he ends the fight with the only technique that could possibly beat all of the above: Break face with rock.

Truly, a legend

For reference!

Singers: A species of humanoid on Roshar.

Parshmen: The human name of a "docile servant people" whose true origins were lost to time. In actuality they are singers who were robbed of their sapience and enslaved by ancient humans.

Slaveforms: The Listener term for parshmen.

The Listeners: A nation of singers living in the Unclaimed Hills that escaped being enslaved by the humans.

Parshendi: The Alethi name for the Listeners, meaning "parshmen who can think." It is not what the Listeners call themselves.

not being productive or relaxing but a secret third thing

I'm not a kaladin apologist per se because he's perfect and there's nothing to apologize for but I'm as close as you can get because one time I was talking about shalladin and someone was like wait didn't he kill her brother and I was like you don't know him like I know him

humans not hibernating is a major flaw as a species

while you were attending therapy i was studying the blade

You know that thing Vin figured out she could do, tossing horseshoes around herself in a circle, pushing and pulling, to travel really quickly through the air using iron and steel feruchemy? I have a proposal for what to call that

The Ferrous Wheel

Dear everyone who is currently working on a Thing, whatever that Thing may be,

Good luck with the Thing. You can do the Thing. You will do the Thing. You just have to do the Thing.

Best wishes,

Someone who is also doing a Thing

Birds eye view of a person juggling

lord grant me the serenity to do my laundry, the courage to do my laundry, and the wisdom to do my laundry

credit to u/Erakthebirdieboy on Reddit

Adolin: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly.

Shallan: Why not?

Adolin: Because I don’t know what all of them mean.

Warm bread. You agree. Reblog