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...same time, the number of new anthrax infections has grown by only three--Nguyen's, and cases of skin anthrax that struck a New Jersey woman and a New York Post employee. Because the first two people evidently had no direct exposure to any of the known anthrax letters, nor were they known to have spent significant periods of time in the post offices that handled them, it has become increasingly hard to figure out what's going on. Maybe it's a lot easier to get the disease than the experts thought, or maybe some individuals are particularly susceptible...
...envelope could easily settle on mail-processing machines--where spores have been found--or on other surfaces. They could also have settled on other letters, in what's known as cross-contamination. Anyone touching a cross-contaminated letter, especially someone with an open cut, would be at risk for skin anthrax--and in fact, the New Jersey woman's mailbox tested positive late last week, suggesting that this might be what happened...
...small and coarse-featured. Her very dark top lip slipped slowly—with the wetness of a snail, I thought—over her big white teeth. For the first time I saw that she used powder. It made the black skin matte, and you could see where the powder ended and the shiny skin showed again. I was repelled, ashamed, moved...
With a line of 11 identically arranged, ghost-like hands hung side by side, the landscape certainly looks bleak at first glance. Yet in another sense, these photogrpahs humanize science itself. Even reduced to its most basic components of muscle, joint and skin, no hand is remotely similar to any other. Schneider’s accomplishment lies in the consolation that despite even the harshest scientific conditions, the individual characteristics of the hands and lips shine through...
...joke. Response is even worse. I will never forget sitting there with my roommate (who was also in tears) and wondering why the fuck the girl kept smiling at me and telling me that my feelings were normal. Is it normal to feel like your very own skin is an itchy sweater that you can’t take off? Is it normal to wish that you could just get a single moment of sleep without feeling like you were being hurt all over again? I thought UHS might be better. I sat there all night waiting for someone...