Saturday, October 20, 2007

Aesthetics, Anesthesia, Anastasia, S.

Aesthetics is a branch of Philosophy concerning itself with the study of sensory values. This refers to judgements of sentiment values and/or taste. Aesthetics are regularly identified with Art Philosophy. Aristotle wrote the Poetics with the concerns of the aesthetics of Poetry. The symmetry and the value of it's symmetry could be measured as well as appreciated. An aesthetician can not only be one who is versed in art and the line of beauty they are also technicians schooled in beauty treatments such as manicures, pedicures and dermabrasion. Aesthetics deliver beauty to the senses in a streamlined, expeditious manner.


Anesthesia is regularly mispronounced. I, among the masses, keep making the T a hard sound. (an-NESS-tee-zuhh) How silly I've been. The correct pronunciation is A-niss-thee-zuhh. Take a letter Maria. It was discovered by an anxious young dentist named Horace Wells in Hartford, CT. He and his wife were attending a theatre performance on the night of December 10, 1844. A man named Gardner Q. Colton was demonstrating the many mood variations that could occur to people under the effects of gases. One test subject was the local clerk from the pharmacy Sam Cooley. Dr Wells interviewed Cooley after the show to find if a leg injury he'd sustained during the performance had been felt. Finding that he gas' subjects were rendered 'euphoric' Wells scrambled to find his colleague John Riggs. The very next day Riggs, Colton, Cooley and Wells removed a decaying mollar from Wells under this new procedure of nitrus oxide sedation. Upon the success of the extraction, Wells proclaimed 'a new era of dentistry' had arrived. It's interesting to me how fast anesthesia works, no sooner do you count back from five when the next thing you know they're placing your credit card receipt into your hands. I recently had my wisdom teeth removed and I don't feel any less smart (ass). I was counting back and before you can say "Alvin and the Chipmunks", I was seeing the light of day as the orderly was forcing me out of the treatment room. The procedure was done and I was in pain. Holy Hannah, I couldn't even chew a banana. I should have asked for the good stuff, I didn't want the well.
Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicholaevna Romanova was the second youngest of the last imperial family of Russia. Her parents Nicholas II and Alexandra were the tsars to fall in the Russian Revolution, as the country revolted due to a poor economy, political unrest and the rise of communism. The royal family were imprisoned for nearly eighty days in a suburb to the capital of St Petersburg under military rule. On the night of July 16, 1918 the family was awoken and brought to the basement of the house where they were executed. Older sisters Olga, Tatiana, Maria and younger brother Alexei were all slain in a hail of bullets with their parents and four servants. So much superstition revolves around this evening. There have been many claims that Anastasia and maybe one other sister survived. Rumor goes that she and the sister had diamonds sewn into the bodice of their dresses to secure the family some wealth in the dark days, and that during the execution, bullets had bounced off them, and ricocheted to kill assassins. The bodies were eventually moved to a pit near by and it's location kept secret as fears were mounting over the executions and it's problems. The assassination of Tsarina Alexandra confidant Rasputin and it's problems were legendary. According to rumor, it was from this pit, the princesses escaped.

The mystery surrounding the lost princess Anastasia has been voluminous, inspiring many fables, movies, books and even Disney. In 1997 Disney released Anastasia, the problematic little story of the lost Russian princess with Meg Ryan as her speaking voice and Liz Callaway as her singing.


S stands for Spatagram, which you've just read. Now don't you feel tingly?

2 Comments:

At 10:41 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

awesome blog Tony. I hate that you write smarter than me. (envy is a compliment coming from me.) And as always, of course I am tingly!

Fran

 
At 11:39 AM , Blogger TSpats said...

Sweet girl, your compliments are tingly in themselves. A very good place to tingle. It ain't smarter, just a different narrative. Like comparing the guide at the monkey house with the Malibu surf reporter; both deal with information for the animals but each has it's own stink. (sniffs fingers, replaces them on scrotum)

 

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