Monthly Archives: November 2006

Fabric for patients with ulcers or other wounds

APA Parafricta Ltd has developed a fabric, called Parafricta Fabric, which has a friction coefficient close to that of ice yet the strength of steel.

“Parafricta Fabric is unique in that its friction coefficient is like ice. The fabric does not jerk or snatch when one surface, such as skin, begins to move against another (a process called ‘stiction’), which is often the cause of problems for those suffering with serious skin conditions and the cause of bedsores suffered by the long-term bed-ridden.”

Diabetics tend to form leg or foot ulcers; patients who are long term bedridden or chair-bound develop bed sores and ulcers as a result of inactivity and bad circulation (also known as decubitus ulcers or pressure sores).

Patients with these conditions need high performance dressings to stay in place. The areas that are most frequently affected include heels, bottoms (the sacral area) and ears – all have particular problems with retention of dressings

http://www.parafricta.com/

Dialogues from Shawshank redemption

The most famous dialogues of the Best Movie ever Made : SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

Can anyone forget Tim Robbins & Morgan Freeman in Shawshank??…atleast I cant..coz this one movie taught me alot..read thru these dialgoues carefully..each line has a story to tell you..to teach you..!!

RED: Andy? I guess we’re gettin’ to be friends, ain’t we?

ANDY: I suppose we are.

RED: I ask a question? Why’d you do it?

ANDY: I’m innocent, remember? Just like everybody else here.

ANDY: What are you in for, Red?

RED: Murder. Same as you.

ANDY: Innocent?

RED: The only guilty man in Shawshank.


RED: Heywood, enough. Ain’t nothing wrong with Brooksie. He’s just institutionalized, that’s all.

HEYWOOD: Institutionalized, my ass.

RED: Man’s been here fifty years. This place is all he knows. In here, he’s an important man, an educated man. A librarian. Out there, he’s nothing but a used-up old con with arthritis in both hands. Couldn’t even get a library card if he applied. You see what I’m saying?

FLOYD: Red, I do believe you’re talking out of your ass.

RED: Believe what you want. These walls are funny. First you hate ’em, then you get used to ’em. After long enough, you get so you depend on ’em. That’s “institutionalized.”

JIGGER: Shit. I could never get that way.

ERNIE: Say that when you been inside as long as Brooks has.

RED: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that’s just what they take. Part that counts, anyway.

RED: I have no idea to this day what them two Italian ladies were singin’ about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin’ about something so beautiful it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away… and for the briefest of moments — every last man at Shawshank felt free.


ANDY: Here’s where it makes most sense. We need it so we don’t forget.

RED: Forget?

ANDY: That there are things in this world not carved out of gray stone. That there’s a small place inside of us they can never lock away, and that place is called hope.

RED: Hope is a dangerous thing. Drive a man insane.

ANDY: You’re right. It’s down there, and I’m in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.

RED: Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, a million years of mountain-building there, plates of bedrock grinding against each other over a span of millennia… Geology is the study of pressure and time. That’s all it takes, really. Pressure and time.

RED: I like to think the last thing that went through his head… other than that bullet… was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the best of him.

ANDY: Dear Red. If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.


RED: I find I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain… I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.