Having recently made the acquaintance (figuratively speaking) of the charming Dr. Fritz de Quervain (who not only had radial styloid tenosynovitis named after him, but introduced iodized table salt), I have been on the lookout for ways to avoid grasping and twisting my wrist at the same time. As an historical aside, de Quervain’s tenosynovitis was once know as “Washerwoman’s Wrists” because women who did washing for a living did a lot of simultaneous grasping and twisting with their hands. But I digress.
I realized that walking the doggies every day with Flexis was probably one of the worst things I could be doing—manipulating the thumb button while the dog pulls one’s wrist in every direction. So I dug around on the web a bit and came up with these:
Bun-Gee-Pup-EEs! (No, I’m not kidding.) Despite the silly name, they are great for anyone with fragile wrists and/or hands. They have padded wrist straps and braided bungee cords, so the dog kind of boings along on the end of the leash whenever it pulls. Much softer impact on wrists, and complete rest for the thumbs.
As you can see by the hanging tongues, the dogs had a good time too.
This past weekend, Nicolaus Copernicus’ remains were re-buried with great honor in a cathedral in Frombork, Poland, after spending over 460 years under the floor of the same cathedral in an unmarked grave.
This is all very well and it’s excellent to see Copernicus vindicated at last, but if his body was buried in 1543 in an unmarked grave—how did they know they had the right person?
It turns out scientists began looking for Copernicus back in 2004—they knew he’d been buried under the floor of the cathedral but didn’t know where. They found the skull and bones of a man of about the right age, and did a computer reconstruction of the face (hello, Bones) that resembled a portrait Copernicus drew of himself. Suggestive, but not conclusive.
Then the most amazing thing happened. They leafed through a book known to have belonged to Copernicus and found hairs. (I also pull my hair out over books from time to time, so I can relate.) They extracted DNA from the bones they’d found and from the hairs and eureka! A match.
So now Copernicus lies under a black granite tombstone identifying him as the founder of the heliocentric theory (well, not really, but the first to model it in full mathematical detail) and a canon of the Roman Catholic church. The stone is inlaid with a design representing the solar system, a golden sun encircled by six planets (the only ones they’d discovered at the time Copernicus lived).
One of the most poignant things about the whole story is that Copernicus published his masterwork De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium in the last year of his life. Supposedly the first printed copy was placed in his hands the day he died. One can only imagine what he felt.
Rest well, Master Nicolaus.
I love desks with cubbyholes and drawers and secret spaces. And I particularly lust after this one particular desk, from the Container Store:
(As an aside, I can wander through the Container Store for hours. Next to a bookstore, it’s my favorite store to browse in. I always feel so organized, as if by some magic osmosis.)
Anyway. I want this desk. I have no place to put it and it wouldn’t work at all with a desktop computer, but I want it anyway. I want to tuck important letters and papers in all its intriguing little cubbyholes and shelves and drawers. Desk lust is a terrible thing…
A ten-year-old English princess will travel south to wed a king.
A doctor from Salerno (a female! outrageous!) will join the procession.
There will be murder and mayhem. One thing, however, is certain:
Spending time with Adelia again will give hours of pleasure.
There’s a wonderful auction of books, critiques, crafts, and other terrific items for writers, readers and everyone, going on over at Do the Write Thing for Nashville. Proceeds will go to the Metro Nashville Disaster Response Fund to help and support the victims of the devastating floods in Nashville.
Each item will be available for five days. Bid early and often!