Though often used as a synonym of “isolation" (where sick people are kept from well people), quarantine is technically defined as “to separate those suspected of exposure to an illness to see if they become ill” - hence the quarantine laws for livestock and pets when moving between countries, especially countries where rabies or hoof-and-mouth disease isn’t endemic.

These signs were posted on houses and farms that had a patient (and, as such, exposed family or herd members) infected with, from top to bottom, hoof-and-mouth disease, scarlet fever, diphtheria, smallpox, and poliomyelitis.


never add your cousin on facebook it’s 24/7 bullcrap

you know what florida girls REALLY are like?

we know what a methlab smells like

we’ve all gotten a communicable disease from swimming in the ocean

we’ve all been taught in school by ON AVERAGE two sex offenders per year

we all know how to improvise at least one weapon to shoot a palmetto bug off the wall

we’ve all looked a gator in the eyes and come to an understanding

we’ve all said “nah, gonna wait for the next one” when someone pulled off next to us while we were waiting for help on the side of the road

we’ve all had our hair sniffed by at least one murderer

we’ve all been protected from a panther in the forest by a mysterious stray dog named corky

Y'a comme un probleme

Je suis chargée de communication pour une association Diocésaine et Saezienne, depuis plus de 7 ans.
Et plus je bosse, plus je l’écoute, plus je me dis qu’il y a une incompatibilité quelque part.
Il n’a pas le bon Dieu et ses fidèles à la bonne, (ni moi ceci dit) et les communicants lui donnent presque de l’urticaire.
J’aimerai bien le rencontrer un de ces quatre, et qu’autour d’un verre on parle un peu de tout ça.
C’est beau l’utopie non ?

America’s ability to get better at managing research discoveries and translating them into prototypes, commercial products, companies, and industries is going to determine, to a large degree, the country’s level of economic prosperity in the future. It is not a stretch to say that America’s standard of living will be determined by how well we organize innovation. And in a global context, smarter approaches to innovation will be vital as the human species tackles daunting dilemmas such as global warming, communicable diseases, and the potential for worldwide shortages.
—  Steven C. Currall, Ed Frauenheim, Sara Jansen Perry, and Emily M. Hunter, authors of Organized Innovation: A Blueprint for Renewing America’s Prosperity how “organized innovation” directly influences our economic future.
Barbara Johnson and the importance of Communion: A statement from the Washington Archdiocese

In light of recent news this seems like a good time to explain (or review, in the case of Catholic readers) the importance of the Sacrament of Holy Communion to Catholics and the obligations it places on both the priest and the communicant.            

As Catholics present themselves for Holy Communion, the priest or delegated minister says, “The Body of Christ” and “The Blood of Christ.” The communicant responds, “Amen.” This brief interaction expresses a much deeper reality of the belief in what the Church teaches about the Eucharist, the proper disposition of the one receiving Communion and the pastoral charity of the priest.

As Catholic Christians, we believe that the Eucharist is the real presence of Jesus Christ. It is not just a symbol, a wafer or a cup of wine.  Jesus is truly present - Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.  Because of this we believe that to receive Communion, a person should be in the state of grace, which means that they are not conscious of having committed a sin serious enough that it ruptures their relationship with God. As with any relationship, it is not just a one-sided judgment that determines what hurts the relationship with God.  This determination is based on what the Church teaches objectively from sacred Scripture and tradition of Christian experience.  If a person is conscious of having committed a grave sin, he or she may not receive Communion until they have received absolution in the Sacrament of Reconciliation.  A person who is conscious of grave sin but has no opportunity to go to Confession may receive Communion for a serious reason, but first that person must pray to Christ expressing their sorrow, also known as a perfect act of contrition, and have the intention of going to Confession as soon as possible.

The priest has an obligation to make sure that the sacraments are respected, and any person who obstinately perseveres in manifest grave sin is not to be admitted to Holy Communion.  Ideally, the priest will handle such a situation pastorally by discussing the consequences of such sin with the person privately before actually denying them Communion. 

The Archdiocese of Washington recognizes that the prime obligation to determine one’s preparedness to receive Communion falls to the persons who are presenting themselves for Communion.  In extreme cases where someone has been formally excommunicated or is trying to use the Eucharist to make a political statement it is appropriate to consider denying Communion. The reception of the Eucharist is a blessing and a grace. We should receive Jesus with the intention of becoming more like him. No one is entitled to the Eucharist. It is a free gift and should be received with humility and reverence.

The Second Vatican Council proclaimed that the Eucharist is the source and summit of the Christian life.  As such it is a sign of unity, but it must be a unity that is based on authentic Church teaching and mutual respect in charity.

pyotra bb tagged me (finally) (rules: you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music that they listen to, hit shuffle on your ipod, phone, itunes, media player, etc. and write down the first 20 songs, then pass this on to 10 people. one rule: no skipping )

  1. siouxsie and the banshees - the killing jar
  2. gayathri - champion of broken hearts
  3. serj tankian - occupied tears
  4. sibylle baier - forget about
  5. the growlers - underneath our palms
  6. marcia griffiths - don’t let me down
  7. norah jones - don’t know why
  8. nine inch nails - black noise
  9. devendra banhart - little yellow spider
  10. pearl jam - hail hail
  11. leonard cohen - everybody knows
  12. myrath - under siege
  13. phosphorescent - sun, arise! (an invocation, an introduction)
  14. mia - teqkilla
  15. belle and sebastian - if you’re feeling sinister
  16. mashrou’ leila - taxi
  17. sun kil moon - black kite
  18. mazzy star - look on down from the bridge
  19. yasmine hamdan - aleb
  20. joe hisaishi - omimai ni ikou

poppoppopblowblowbubblegum cyborges tombomp zee-bugjones visualtraining nokiabae jambo-rosa thesleepiestgoth noexitexists communicants 

alwaysnatz said:

Dean x Reader - swimming!

“Oh my God, Dean, this motel has a pool! I haven’t been swimming in forever.”

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling his duffel from the trunk and slamming it shut. “Ah, yes. Because who doesn’t want to swim in a motel pool off the interstate with more dead bugs and communicable diseases in it than actual water?”

You punched his arm and threw your own bag over your shoulder, grimacing at the feeling of sweat sliding down your neck. While Sam took off for his own room, Dean led the way towards the motel room he’d rented for the two of you for the night, which just so happened to pass by the motel’s pool. It didn’t look nearly as bad as you’d expected; sure, the concrete was chipped in a few places, and maybe the water could’ve been a little bluer, but as far as sleazy motel pools went, this one was the top of the class.

“C’mon, Dean, it’s hotter than Hell out here,” you moaned, running a hand through your hair. “It would feel so good.”

“As someone who has personally spent 40 years in Hell, I can confirm that no, it is not hotter than Hell out here,” your boyfriend retorted wryly. You huffed before thrusting your bag into his hands.

“Fine. You don’t have to swim, but at least hold this and let me have my fun.” You stuck out your tongue playfully before turning and sprinting towards the pool. As you reached the outer edge of the water and kicked off your shoes, you could hear Dean shouting for you, but you ignored him, stripping down to just your underwear before getting a running start and canon-balling into the refreshingly icy water.

“Y/N! Y/N, what the hell! You know we have research to do,” you could hear Dean shouting, though his voice was muffled by the water surrounding you. Bursting through to the surface, you let out a content sigh and pushed your dripping hair out of your eyes to see that Dean had followed you and was standing at the edge of the pool, both your and his duffels resting at his feet and an unimpressed scowl on his face.

“I’ll only be a minute, Mr. Grouchy,” you assured him with a smile as you swam over to the pool’s edge, right in front of where he was standing. You stared up at him innocently, but Dean was not amused.

“You can swim after we’ve ganked the werewolf,” he compromised. You sighed, defeated.

“Okay, fine,” you mumbled. “At least help me out.”

Seeming pleased with your agreement, he stuck down a hand, and you grasped onto it, fully prepared to let him pull you out of the water until a wonderfully devious idea crossed your mind. With a mischievous smile, you yanked hard on Dean’s hand, catching him off guard and sending him tumbling after you into the water, fully-clothed.

You burst into laughter as Dean floundered around in the water for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation and adjust to the drastic change in temperature. “Y/N!” he shouted, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying everywhere like a dog drying off after a bath. You squealed and swam in the other direction as he followed after you, struggling not to laugh himself. “You are going to pay for that.”

Suddenly he appeared behind you, pressing you against the concrete wall of the pool and turning you around to face him. You giggled and allowed him to hold you there, hands braced on either side of you to keep you from escaping, while you wrapped your arms around his waist beneath the surface of the water.

His face only inches from yours, he smirked at you, muttering, “You are evil, Y/N, absolutely evil.”

“But the water feels good, doesn’t it? I told you it would,” you replied, running your hand lazily through his soaked hair.

Dean rolled his eyes lightheartedly but let out a defeated sigh. “Yeah, you were right. It does feel good. I guess we can do that research later.”

You smiled as he pressed a dripping, chlorinated kiss to your lips.

(This is way longer than the other drabbles will be but I got a little carried away, oops.)