Prepare cannabis by grinding and optionally pre-vaporizing at a low temperature — this may be safely inhaled depending on your jurisdiction.
Do the same with tulsi, before, after, or together with cannabis.
Combine ground herbs and boil together in almond milk.
Allow to cool a bit and add honey or agave nectar if you like.
Recipe edited July 21, 2007. This originally called for twice as much cassia, but I found it to be excessive. Black pepper is a very good addition with turmeric.
1 tsp turmeric powder
1/4 tsp cassia powder
twist of black pepper
1 tsp raw honey
8 oz cool water
Stir and enjoy.
My generation remembers, and we do not forget the terrible price inflicted. We need a time to heal.
The times in which this was made and broadcast, we were children, they could say no more than this much. We can say more now. We need to learn to live in peace with one another and to respect our different traditions, while allowing our children to go outside our old traditions. We need to acknowledge that the sins of our forefathers are visited upon their victims, and make our own apologies for having the fruits of injustice. Yet the good that our fathers did may outweigh any incidental harm if we can all find a way to share the fruits of joy and love with one another.
I ask forgiveness of all who may think I have done them a harm by existing, or by accepting any gift which helps to sustain my life, if it ever occurred at your expense and without permission. I do not wish to be led astray from the truth by hopes of wealth, but I wish to preserve and protect that which is valuable to all of humankind.
If you feel I have done a greater harm, or if I have done one that could not be avoided that requires more explanation, I will ask that I be told. This is not the place for putting personal grievances which require knowledge of who I am, but to what you see before you. If you feel I am unjust or wrong, tell me so.
It is because we were hunters, because
we killed for a living, because we matched
wits against the whole of the animal world,
that we have the wit to survive even in a
world of our own creation.
—Ardrey
I planned to make a post which would be called Synchronization, the music was to be the song, “Time After Time” by Cyndy Lauper. I intended to produce some synchronicity but did not know what it was to be.
I went to video.google.com and searched for “time after time”.
The first result follows:
I was first introduced to Eva Cassidy on April 1. She may be invisible, but she seems to be doing her thing.
Recommended listening:
The act of writing is the means by which our consciousness can be focused and analyzed for coherence. If our thoughts are jumbled we would write in such a fashion. If we have a point to make, our thoughts can be arranged around that point. If we are searching for something which others could help find, our thoughts might be phrased as questions. If we already know the answer, it might be that in asking it of others we answer it to everyone.
What is the Ultimate Question?
You know. Life, the Universe and Everything.
Can you compute?
Following, the back of the Regional Transit Connection ID Center Processing Fee Receipt calculation, and verified by my wife, the graduate statistician.
Consider a simple plant, which knows at a deep cellular level how to find and transform water, air, sunlight and a few minerals into complex forms of great beauty and practical utility. You may not know how to communicate with all life, but all life communicates in its own way. Herbs put forth scents and spices, which give us pleasure and medicine at once, and we think it an evolutionary accident only if we presuppose no intelligence prior to our emergence as humans.
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At this new website.
No warranty, this has been tested to work only on Firefox 2.0.0.2 on Mac OS X, and might not even so in your case.
To reduce the chance of difficulties, install the JSyn plug-in before proceeding.
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If you don’t know what this is about, see the related post below. This design is published under the Imaginary Public License version 1.0, as described therein.
Artistic help is always welcome.
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Here is complete source for the Chromosphere, my project to create a machine that uses a 26-letter alphabet plus a few operators to combine them as a system of musical notation, in its initial, skeletal state. It is presently designed to run as an applet, and will offer you two buttons, one of which (“Play”) works, the other (“Stop”) is not yet enabled. If I can find a good place to host this applet, you will be able to listen if you have the ability to run Java from your web browser. The initial score is about 10 minutes long.
I could use any amount of assistance and support with this project.
You could define E-Prime as the English language written or spoken without use of the words, “to be.” The statement, “To be or not to be, that is the question,” could have as one possible translation, “I question my existence.” Everyone does, of course. You could think of U-Prime as E-Prime without the use of “I.” So much seems unexpressible. If “I” does not exist, then how can these thoughts have value? Because in reading them, they become your thoughts.
Habeas. You have.
Taste, Feel, Smell, Sound, Grow, Remain, Stay, Turn. Others exist, these came first to mind from childhood.
Move, Slide, Rearrange, Smile, Love.
Create.
skippy had it, watch and listen how a master does it.
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(pencil on newsprint)
“Keep the egg from fully cracking”
That’s a direct quote from the man who is sending 21,500 American men and women on a fool’s errand of putting Humpty-Dumpty together again, at risk of their lives.
PRESIDENT BUSH: Yeah, you know, that’s an interesting question. I don’t quite view it as the broken egg; I view it as the cracked egg —
MR. LEHRER: Cracked egg?
PRESIDENT BUSH: — that — where we still have a chance to move beyond the broken egg. And I thought long and hard about the decision, Jim. Obviously it’s a big decision for this theater in the war on terror, and you know, if I didn’t believe we could keep the egg from fully cracking, I wouldn’t ask 21,000 kids — additional kids to go into Iraq to reinforce those troops that are there.
Watch the interview here.
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I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
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Two tablespoons organic hemp protein (Living Harvest),
Two cups hot freshly distilled water.
I have tasted the hops and I would not use it in bread.
As a tea it is embittering.
I’m going to try to teach an old type of music theory, in the hopes of communicating a way that we can think together without verbal language or in combination. I mentioned before the origin of language in the first two letters of the earliest alphabet, though it would be a substantial exercise to carry it forward to discover the rest. Also, language may have developed independently at different times and places, so my examples may not be literally accurate but I would prefer to keep my descriptions brief enough to convey the point. Language exists when two or more beings can reliably produce and recognize signals between themselves in both directions. We can entrain new protocols to learn new ways of expressing ourselves.
Suppose I generate a tone at 420 cycles per second (Hertz). Call this tone Alpha, or Α.
Α=420;
Now I can generate a second tone at half the value of Α. Call this tone Beta, or Β.
Β=210;
With only these two tones, we could learn to communicate. A one, a two, a one; ΑΒΑ.
ΑΒΑ=420,210,420;
If Α and Β are sounded at the same time, you will not be able to separate them very well, for physiological reasons related to the way you hear powers of two as the same “pitch.”
ΑΒ(Β+Α)=420,210,210+420;
Notice how that is roughly indistinguishable from this:
ΑΒΒ=420,210,210;
If we want to have a note that has a different perceived pitch, we need to multiply or divide Α by something other than two. Logically, we can use three. To keep things within our range of perception, divide first by three and then multiply by two, and call this tone Gamma, or Γ.
Γ=280;
We might at this point define a rest, a silent note, and call it Chi, or Χ for now.
Χ=0;
Anticipating our need for another pitch beyond Γ we can define it as Α divided by five and multiplied by four (remember powers of two maintain perceived pitch), and call it Epsilon, or Ε.
Ε=336;
I skipped Delta, because it is the fourth letter and it creates confusion if it is used to represent a divisor of five. Let’s define it as something that doubles the value of the associated notes.
(ΔΑ)=840;
Now we can start making interesting words.
ΑΒ(ΓΑ)ΧΑ(ΔΑ)(ΒΓ)Α=420,210,(280+420),0,420,840,(210+280),420;
The first sound made by intelligent man was a vowel — A. Aleph. Alpha.
He and she said AAAA to one another until understanding came that this was language.
Then another sound was made — B. Beth. Beta.
This, the first consonant, allowed binary language. AAABBBBB or ABBA. Father, in Hebrew. The father of language.
As any decent person knows, hops had nothing whatsoever to do with sinful chemistry; they just kept bad company. They did not prevent, sustain, catalyze, or effect in any way the process of alcohol formation from various sugars, cellulose, starch, taters, beans, seaweed, or from whatever else human folk have attempted its secretion. Except that when hops are included in a bread recipe, the dough is, for some reason, the more ecstatic. Hop cones ground to a fine grayish powder, rendered then to a tea, this in turn stirred into bread yeast, caused the carbon dioxide that spewed forth from asexual torment to come off in the most exquisite bubbles. Not belching, gargantuan bubbles that lift the crust of the bread so horribly that the result is bread with gopher holes. Hops do for white bread what only an extra half hour of intensive hand-to-hand combat with the bread board could equally bestow. A fine-stranded gluten that gives farm bread an unblemished texture, almost silken smooth was the flesh of this oven varmint. Hops in my grandmother’s bread recipe brought about the same result as three rounds on the wrestling mat.
Excerpted from The Hop Pole, by Justin Isherwood. The whole story is well worth reading.
I haven’t yet tried adding hops to my starter.
No more war between the roses, I say.
Taken from Wikipedia’s entry on Rosaceae, the order of which is called Rosales, of which it is said within,
In the APG classification, well-known members of Rosales include: roses; strawberries, blackberries and raspberries; apples and pears; plums, peaches and apricots; almonds; rowan and hawthorn; elms; figs; nettles; and hops and cannabis.
So there you have it, and enjoy them all.
From someone who goes, but comes in repose.
I could keep going, really. Just drink the juice down half way and refill it as many times as you want, since the little yeasts (eukaryotes) will keep on multiplying if you don’t finish the whole thing, and fruit juice is food to them.
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The pancakes were made with starter, bananas and hemp protein, oil and honey, and added salt.
The wine is very fine and a portion was blended with some organic strawberry lemonade. Christmas punch indeed.
Bananas are a kind of herb. Who knew?
The starter which is used to make bread, may separate while refrigerated. The top layer is a liquid, in my case a mixture of water and oil with some suspended herbs, because I always feed my starter with flour, water, oil, honey, salt and fine herbs.
This is mead, a kind of beer.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: The Sword of Desirable Mindfulness.
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