Man With Severed Spinal Cord Walks Again After Cell Transplant

"A man paralyzed for two years is now walking again, albeit with a frame, after a transplant to his spine. The treatment, to be published in this month’s Cell Transplantation, has been under discussion for a while, but has only now shown success.

In 2010, Darek Fidyka was repeatedly stabbed, rendering him paralyzed from the chest down. Fortunately, however, his nose was unscathed.

Olfactory ensheathing glia (OEGs) surround olfactory axons, the nerve fibers that conduct electrical charges from the nose to the brain to allow us to smell. What makes them of interest to spinal patients is that OEGs maintain their capacity to promote new neurons into adulthood.”


(via IFLScience)


An old picture, but this was one of our little hens who snuck into the garage via a cracked window to make her nest in a tin full of tiny bags of screws and nails.  We moved her and her eggs to a plastic tub on our porch where she hatched out her little ones amongst the hardware.

Thai Diary 1

I have now been in Thailand for three weeks. I am starting to feel like this place is my home. The culture shock set in when I arrived in my small rural town of Chae Hom. Chae Hom is located 45 mins away from Lampang, which is a large Northern city. My small town of Chae Hom has one bar, some restaurants, villages and a few schools. Most people here work in rice fields, teach or sell food/run stores on the street. This community is very small but everyone supports one another. I have noticed that people love to help and support each other in the Thai culture. I never feel stranded. People attempt to do their best to help me understand or show me the direction to go.

I am living in a beautiful teak wood house that is three stories tall. I live with a roommate who is also apart of CIEE?OEG program. Lindi is from South Africa. Lindi is such a great roommate and I wouldn’t be surviving the struggles of Thailand without her. 

Some interesting adjustments that I am getting used or maybe will never get used too…lol Dogs….Thailand should be called the land of stray dogs instead of smiles. Although, everyone does smile all time, and i mean ALL the time there are sooooo many stray dogs everywhere. Sometimes this makes me really sad because they look sick and hurt but this is something that is very regular to Thai people. Dogs will just be napping in the middle of the roads, they will be walking along the freeway and they are everywhere, never seeming to have an owner. 

Another interesting aspect of Thailand are the smells. Around my home it smells fresh and like summer. When I travel to bigger cities or to more populated places it literally smells like shit….and even the Thai people agree. There will be waves of very bad smells, especially in Bangkok. I am not sure what the smell is or where it comes from but it is just apart of the life here. 

Toilettes…..sparing the details…nothing is automatic here and most of the time you are squatting over a hole. -______-

School- The students are the highlight of my days. They are always wanting to know about America and my culture. They constantly ask me questions and we are always laughing together. Students are very intrigued by my hair and my blue eyes. Students teach me Thai everyday and I am starting to pick up basic words and phrases. I need to learn more. There is only a few people who can converse in English in my town. I teach Biology and English. Who knew I could teach about biodiversity and plant and animal cells…??? The teaching aspect is going very well but I am very tired by the end of the week.

Overall, I am so amazed by the generosity and kindness of Thai people. It really makes me stop and and think about my own culture in America. Thailand is BEAUTIFUL. I have only traveled to 5 cities so far but every place has its own charm and beauty to it. The sunny days and temples everywhere makes for a very pleasant place to be. I feel so lucky that I am able to see and experience this culture. Everyday, Thailand amazes me with its sunsets, mountains, aged temples, the people and the amazing food!!

Miss you all<3

Oh Hey Bangkok!

Bags collected, throngs of sweaty, disoriented Farang stumbled through Suvarnabhumi International Airport desperately looking for someone to herd us safely to our orientation hotel. Before too long, one of the CIEEers spotted the bright orange shirts and English signs of the OEG (overseas education group) staff. While we were all making our way, zombie like, to our English speaking Thai contacts, that I realized this was no different from the many times I have been in a domestic airport and have seen this exact situation. And look at me now, the foreigner with no idea how to speak the native language staying close to my fellow travelers, hoping that my quick trip to find a bathroom won’t result in Mikey Arsnow starring in Home Alone Lost in Bangkok. 

The buses dropped off the soon to be teachers at Ebina House Hotel, and once we began to get situated, the scene in the hotel started to feel a lot like the first days of freshman year. Exchanging names only to forget them moments later, wondering if the people we are meeting now will be our friends forever and ever!

After the initial hub bub died down, I made my way with some CIEEers I met in Boston to explore the small street markets and restaurants surrounding our hotel. Hungry, and so ready to try my first Thai street food, I drifted from the group for a second to pop my head into the food tent next door to the cafe where my crew was sipping coffee. With my Thai to English iPhone dictionary/ phrase book in hand, I fumbled, gestured, and pointed my way to my first meal. A gamey looking whole chicken that might have been fighting in the ring the night before was unhooked from its roasty little nest,chopped in half length wise, and hacked into horizontal strips. Despite the rapidity with which she worked, her blade danced precisely and quickly around the wooden block carving the chicken with the experience of someone who had clearly performed this task thousands of times. The woman preparing my food worked under the close supervision of a hunched older woman sitting on a stool nearby, whose unchanging eyes gave the slightest hint of approval as my meal was completed. The older woman snatched up the food and delivered the chicken, rice and broth to a very hungry young man waiting patiently and eagerly for his food. “Aroi! aroi!” I said, using all the Thai I knew, rubbing my stomach and smiling happily I took my first bite of moist fatty chicken and sip of hot salty broth. My first taste of Thailand was delicious and the steamy broth and rice were remarkably refreshing despite the heat and humidity Bangkok’s late morning provided.

Satiated and no doubt smelly, I returned to Ebina House Hotel, and Charlie, Kaleb, Anabel, Chris, and I made moves to downtown Bangkok. Taking our first Thai taxi, which, for a 20 minute ride cost only 100 Baht, or about 3 USD (Uber aint got nothin’ on these Thai prices!), we arrived at Chatuchak park. After stumbling upon a Rotary Club Monument and orating the Rotary Club guiding principles (which I had on a printed card in my wallet. Thanks Dawn!)  to the few vagrants and tarot card readers located in the general area, we hopped on the Bangkok Metro (MRT) and continued our adventure.

After walking the crowded streets for a bit we decided to wander down a narrow alley, always a good idea right? Instantly the volume that our ears had grown accustomed to vanished, and was replaced with the chatter of families outside prepping for dinner cooking sausages and fish on small wood burning grills. The smell of the delicious food mixed with the occasional whiff of trash, and filled my nose and body with conflicting feelings of hunger and disgust. With help from one of the shirtless flip-flopped men, we were directed back to the main street via a narrow canal from which the smells of trash that we detected earlier were coming. As I was soon to discover while traveling in Thailand, you can never guess where you will stumble upon a temple. Trash and standing water to our right, concrete and barbed wire to our left, we came across the chants of monks and a beautiful temple directly ahead of us. A lovely end to our little back alley excursion.

After exiting to the main streets and purchasing a handsome woman’s blouse from a wildly effeminate street vendor, three sleepy travelers made our way home. Upon our return, the sleepless days and travel bonked me straight on the noggin and I fell fast asleep in my comfy hotel bed.  

Querella ética contra presidente de la CEE por uso ‘cuestionable’ de instalaciones

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La querella surge a raíz de la primicia revelada por Noti Uno/Foto de archivo.
La presencia de bebidas alcohólicas en el vestíbulo de la Comisión Estatal de Elecciones (CEE), revelada en primicia por Noti Uno, desencadenó en una querella contra el presidente, Ángel Gonzalez Román, ante la Oficina de Ética Gubernamental (OEG) por “mal uso de la propiedad y fondos públicos”.

La querella fue radicada por un preaspirante a la Cámara de Representantes por el Partido Nuevo Progresista (PNP), Hiram Torres Montalvo, quien opinó que  “lo que está pasando en el Gobierno es un descontrol completo. Jamás se había visto que na entidad pública fuera un almacén para lo que solo podemos considerar como la fiesta de fin de año más grande que hemos visto”.
La querella, dirigida a la directora de la OEG, Zulma Rosario, se basa en el reporte periodístico que muestra que ayer, jueves, se encontró en la sede de la CEE decenas de cajas de cervezas, así como botellas de champagne, ron, vodka y whisky.
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De jon­gen kwam de wachtru­imte inge­lo­pen, met het gejaagde dat je vaker ziet bij mensen die te vaak van het hoof­d­pad zijn afgeweken. Net als hij was gaan zit­ten, op de laat­ste plaats in de hoek, kwam een vrouw met een geel hesje hem na.

“Hey Den­nis,” maande ze, nog voor ze bij hem was, “We had­den afge­sproken dat je hier niet meer zou zijn.”

“Ja mev­rouw.” zei Den­nis. Hij klonk onderdanig. Het Gele Hesje zette haar voeten uit elkaar.

“Dus met de vol­gende trein ben je hier weer weg.” bepaalde ze. “Begrepen?”

“Ja mev­rouw.” her­haalde Den­nis. Het Gele Hesje wachtte een ogenblik voordat ze omdraaide.

“Mooi.” zei ze hardop bij haar vertrek.

[De trein kwam kort daarna voorgere­den. Hij stopte er lang gen­oeg voor Den­nis om te kunnen ver­trekken. Maar dat deed hij niet. Hij bleef.]

First week in Thailand!

Sawadee kah/Hello from the Land of Smiles!

After 30 hours of traveling across the world I finally made it to Bangkok, Thailand! The first week was OEG orientation in Bangkok with about 230 other participants. The week was filled with jet lag, exhaustion, new sights, awesome street food, new friends, elephants, culture, and so much more! One day of orientation we traveled to the Grand Palace. The Grand Palace was once the home whoever was the King of Thailand but it is now used for ceremonial purposes and tourism. The Grand Palace was freaking hot but so unbelievable. The palace consists of many different building and each one looks different from the other. 

On the last two days of orientation we took a trip to Kanchanaburi. When we first arrived we went to the Taweechai Elephant Zoo and I got to check the number one thing off my bucket list which was to RIDE AN ELEPHANT! Riding an elephant was amazing and I am so glad I got to do it! I also got to float down a river on a sweet man made raft and see the baby elephant show. We then checked in at an awesome hotel and went off to a surprise dinner. As if this day couldn’t get any better we had dinner on a floating restaurant!

The next day we went back to Bangkok to meet our school coordinators and move to our new town! I am teaching with 6 other girls from orientation. We were first taken to a welcome dinner. Our dinner had some interesting food (to say the least). I tried frog for the first time (If you know me you know I absolutely despise frogs) which weren’t half bad, despite the look of them. We then arrived in our new town of Sampran, Nakhon Pathom, Thailand!

Our school coordinator informed us that we would visit our new school tomorrow and gave us all a packet of what classes we would teaching. When I first looked at my packet I thought it was a mistake. My schedule said I would be teaching Geography and Science to 6,9,10, and 11th graders. I was furious at first because the whole week of orientation I was in a teaching class for primary school (elementary) teachers. How the heck was I going to teach subjects I had no experience in to a bunch of high schoolers who may not even know English!? As I began to read the teaching topics for the semester I began to panic. Chemical bonding, fractional distillation, hydrocarbon compounds, genetic disorders… are you freaking kidding me! I did not sign up for this!

Then I remembered that I learned at orientation the phrase “Mai Bpen Rai” which means no worries (similar to Hakuna Matata) Mai Bpen Rai is also a way of life here in Thailand. I also remembered the orientation leaders saying your placement and classes could change because the Thai school system is super unorganized. I began to calm myself down because there was really no reason to stress because I hadn’t even met my students yet.

My first day of “teaching” at Joseph Upatham school was confusing but fun. I first went to a meeting where I only understood half of the things that were said and then was whisked away for a tour of where my classes and office would be. I found out that I would be teaching in the English program so the kids are a little more advanced and they have more classes in English compared to other students at school. After the tour I was given a stack of books and told I could hang out in my office or go meet my students. I got to meet three of my classes eight class I’m going to be teaching! In Thailand the students greet a teacher by saying in unison “Good morning/afternoon teacher” and then they wai with their hands. The wai is a sign of respect in Thai culture and there are different levels of wais. My students stood up and greeted me when I got into the room. I then started introducing myself and realized the students were still standing I quickly told them to sit down and made a mental note to always say “please sit down” after the greeting. I didn’t have an lessons planned so I did a brief introduction about myself and where I am from and then went around the room and had the students write their nickname on the roll sheet. In Thailand everyone is given a nickname at birth. Some of the nicknames were simple and some were really hard for me to pronounce. A few names I liked were: Pooh, Spark, Boss, P, Earth, Cake, and Pumpkin.

I will update soon about my first full week of teaching!