Thirtieth Issue
Human's Tribune
Volume 1
Issue 10
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
It's Our Thirtieth Issue!Amazing Sea Creatures (Part Two)
By Ember Hernandez
By far, the immortal jellyfish is one of the most interesting creatures I’ve seen. As in the name, these jellyfish are different. They’ll go over their life cycle (juvenile, adult, elderly.) again and again, unless they get eaten by another animal. Scientists are fascinated by this. How does it happen? What makes this one single creature different from the rest?
Well they have almost a natural superpower:The ability to reverse the biotic cycle (in
response to adverse conditions) is unique in the animal kingdom, and allows the jellyfish to bypass death, rendering Turritopsis dohrnii potentially biologically immortal.
Some scientists think they can harness this, and help humans become immortal forever. But I just think this is a very special creature, and we should just let it be. (Help from AllAnimalsWiki).
Advice Column
By Rosey Flocke
Hey it’s Rosey. Today I want to talk to you about music. One of the most important things in the work to me. Today I was mowing the lawn, and I hate mowing the lawn. This time I decided to listen to music. If you ever have to do yard work or chores, listen away to upbeat music.
I listen to a station called 'Happy Radio' on Pandora. It's filled with upbeat songs. My point is choose your music carefully. Slow sad songs might make you mopey or sad. Fun music will put you on cloud nine. Choose to listen to music that makes you happy.
456 Pounds, 382 Days, 0 Food
By Antoinette Durand
Anges Barbiari, a 456 pound man, didn't eat anything for 382 days. He fasted for his health, and had a goal weight of 180 pounds. The most amazing part? Barbiari lived a normal life, and was always treated as an out patient at the hospital.Yes, Anges Barbiari spent a few nights in the hospital, and had almost daily blood and urine tests. We can tell that it's unlikely that he cheated on his fast. When doctors tested his blood glucose levels, they were at 30. Just to give you perspective, an average person's blood glucose level is about 140. If a person fasts from 5 PM to morning, their blood glucose level should be about half that. If Barbiari were to eat, it would have shown on the blood tests.
On a grosser side, Barbiari very infrequently pooped. When he did, doctors found it to be just dead cells.
Anges Barbiari drank black coffee and plain tea. He took vitamins every day, too. Barbiari broke his fast with boiled egg, black coffee, and a slice of buttered bread. He made it to his goal weight of 180 pounds. Five years after his fast, Barbiari was 196 pounds.
From Stuff You Should Know, the podcast.
The Yellow Wallpaper
By Charlotte Perkins Gillman
He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. “Your exercise depends on your strength, my dear,” said he, “and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can absorb all the time.” So we took the nursery, at the top of the house.
It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playground and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.
The paint and paper look as if a boys’ school had used it. It is stripped off—the paper—in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.
One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.
It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate, and provoke study, and when you follow the lame, uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard-of contradictions.
The color is repellant, almost revolting; a smouldering, unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.
It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.
No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.
There comes John, and I must put this away,—he hates to have me write a word.
We have been here two weeks, and I haven’t felt like writing before, since that first day.
I am sitting by the window now, up in this atrocious nursery, and there is nothing to hinder my writing as much as I please, save lack of strength.
John is away all day, and even some nights when his cases are serious.
I am glad my case is not serious!
But these nervous troubles are dreadfully depressing.
John does not know how much I really suffer. He knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him.
Of course it is only nervousness. It does weigh on me so not to do my duty in any way!
I meant to be such a help to John, such a real rest and comfort, and here I am a comparative burden already!
Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able—to dress and entertain, and order things.
It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby!
And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous.
I suppose John never was nervous in his life. He laughs at me so about this wallpaper!
At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.
He said that after the wallpaper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on.
“You know the place is doing you good,” he said, “and really, dear, I don’t care to renovate the house just for a three months’ rental.”
“Then do let us go downstairs,” I said, “there are such pretty rooms there.”
Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down cellar if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.
But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.
It is as airy and comfortable a room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim.
I’m really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.
Sitting On A Fence
By Marguerite Morison
Our trivial lives don't make sense.
About these matters, I'm sitting on a fence,
My own life can bore me.
I wonder what it's like to be set free.
Restaurants With Branches Closing
By Antoinette Durand
Jack in the Box, was founded in 1954, but is now going to be closing 14 branches.
Luby's, founded in 1947, will be closing 35 branches.
Pizza hut, founded in 1958, will be closing 500 branches.
O'Charleys, founded in 1971, will be closing 12 branches.
Steak N' Shake, founded in 1934, will be closing 54 branches.
Perkins, founded in 1958, will be closing 29 branches.
McDonald's, founded in 1955, will be closing 535 branches.
Burger Kind, founded in 1953, will be closing 250 branches.
IHOP, founded in 1958, will be closing 347 branches.
Sbarro, founded in 1956, will be closing 155 branches.
From investment.com.
wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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