Friday, March 28, 2014
Technology Versus Consciousness.
(3)
Sip. Ancient Religion sucks. Look at The Middle East: Isn't it waaaay too fucking Holy over there? Yes it is. And isn't it strange that 'holy people' are likely to blow themselves to smithereens in search of virgin pussy? In Heaven? Sip. Huh? Heaven is the last fucking place I would ever look for pussy!
But 'religion' has evolved since those Old and Odius days of The Bible. What used to be 'religion' has now become 'personal psychology.'
Nowadays, we are likely to become involved with esoteric 'religions' like, Zen, which are actually other pathways to 'higher counsciousness.' The most modern 'religious pathway' has become a sophisticated self-analysis using Psychedelic Drugs. Psychelic Drugs are currently illegal, of course, but cultural resistance is crumbling. Indeed, it is now possible to induce a 'Mystical Experience' using a combination of two legal drugs! (Alcohol and Marijuana.) It seems that there is now a race in progress between Human Technology and Human Consciousness, and the Human winner will decide our Human fate.
If Technology wins, all is lost for us.
If Consciousness wins, we have a chance to endure.
Sip. Ancient Religion sucks. Look at The Middle East: Isn't it waaaay too fucking Holy over there? Yes it is. And isn't it strange that 'holy people' are likely to blow themselves to smithereens in search of virgin pussy? In Heaven? Sip. Huh? Heaven is the last fucking place I would ever look for pussy!
But 'religion' has evolved since those Old and Odius days of The Bible. What used to be 'religion' has now become 'personal psychology.'
Nowadays, we are likely to become involved with esoteric 'religions' like, Zen, which are actually other pathways to 'higher counsciousness.' The most modern 'religious pathway' has become a sophisticated self-analysis using Psychedelic Drugs. Psychelic Drugs are currently illegal, of course, but cultural resistance is crumbling. Indeed, it is now possible to induce a 'Mystical Experience' using a combination of two legal drugs! (Alcohol and Marijuana.) It seems that there is now a race in progress between Human Technology and Human Consciousness, and the Human winner will decide our Human fate.
If Technology wins, all is lost for us.
If Consciousness wins, we have a chance to endure.
Warped Catholicism: My High School Days.
(2)
Sipping in beer #5 at 1912. Sip. (What happened to beer #4?) Sip. Time to reread last week's posts... Yep. Now what...? Hmm. Sip. Hows about an interesting poem by Swinburne: The Garden of Proserpine. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174555)
I think that this poem, along with parts of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam,
(http://classics.mit.edu/Khayyam/rubaiyat.html)
appeared in my 12th grade Literature book back in The '50s. Both of these poems had a huge influence on my 'emerging philosophy.'
Whenever I think about those days I always wonder how deeply I was affected by my Catholic High School's rule prohibiting interaction between males and females during recess. (tap) Apparently, the school policy mandating (tap) seperate recess (Girls in the front yard and boys in the back yard) affected us boys (and probably the girls too) in a negative way. The school was apparently afraid of embarrassing pregnancies, and sought to prevent intersexual communication. But both sexes suffered from the lack of appropriate intermixing at that critical age. I remember watching the girls at recess from the second floor of one of the front classrooms and discovering 'panty lines.' And it later became clear that I had absolutely no idea how to seduce a woman! I finally lost my virginity in Japan at about age 21.
(Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1945. Sip. Back with beer #7 at 2017.)
Sip.
Sipping in beer #5 at 1912. Sip. (What happened to beer #4?) Sip. Time to reread last week's posts... Yep. Now what...? Hmm. Sip. Hows about an interesting poem by Swinburne: The Garden of Proserpine. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174555)
I think that this poem, along with parts of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam,
(http://classics.mit.edu/Khayyam/rubaiyat.html)
appeared in my 12th grade Literature book back in The '50s. Both of these poems had a huge influence on my 'emerging philosophy.'
Whenever I think about those days I always wonder how deeply I was affected by my Catholic High School's rule prohibiting interaction between males and females during recess. (tap) Apparently, the school policy mandating (tap) seperate recess (Girls in the front yard and boys in the back yard) affected us boys (and probably the girls too) in a negative way. The school was apparently afraid of embarrassing pregnancies, and sought to prevent intersexual communication. But both sexes suffered from the lack of appropriate intermixing at that critical age. I remember watching the girls at recess from the second floor of one of the front classrooms and discovering 'panty lines.' And it later became clear that I had absolutely no idea how to seduce a woman! I finally lost my virginity in Japan at about age 21.
(Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1945. Sip. Back with beer #7 at 2017.)
Sip.
Current Events, TV-wise.
(1)
Well, folks, after tinkering with Blogger for a while this afternoon, I have concluded that my 'ancient' Web Browser is probably the problem; not Blogger. (Time to watch the News...)
Back from watching The News at 1709. Sipping on beer #2. Sip. Time for a new computer?
The 'big news' is that we now have a better handle on just where Flight 370 might have crashed, and debris has been spotted by aircraft in the area. Other big news is that Russia is apparently poised to invade The Sudatenland - oops, I mean the Ukranian SSR - oops I mean The Ukraine. (Whew. Time flies.) Sip. This is an old generic problem which even the good ole USA has, from time to time, dabbled with. Ask Mexico, for example. I personally would vote for 'partition via voting.' We don't need another 'Cold War.' The last one was very traumatic, in my opinion. And wastefull.
Sipping on beer #3 at 1833. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Sip. Kootch and I are currently watching The H2 Channel's 'History of The World in Two Hours.' Kootch is a Japanese History buff, and I am currently widening her perspective somewhat. Sip. Indeed, the H2 Channel is one of my favorites, along with The American Heroes Channel (formerly The Military Channel), The Science Channel, and the National Geographic Channel. Sip. We just finished watching the Cosmos series rerun from the late '70s. Glorious! And I am currently recording the latest version of Cosmos.
Well, folks, after tinkering with Blogger for a while this afternoon, I have concluded that my 'ancient' Web Browser is probably the problem; not Blogger. (Time to watch the News...)
Back from watching The News at 1709. Sipping on beer #2. Sip. Time for a new computer?
The 'big news' is that we now have a better handle on just where Flight 370 might have crashed, and debris has been spotted by aircraft in the area. Other big news is that Russia is apparently poised to invade The Sudatenland - oops, I mean the Ukranian SSR - oops I mean The Ukraine. (Whew. Time flies.) Sip. This is an old generic problem which even the good ole USA has, from time to time, dabbled with. Ask Mexico, for example. I personally would vote for 'partition via voting.' We don't need another 'Cold War.' The last one was very traumatic, in my opinion. And wastefull.
Sipping on beer #3 at 1833. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Sip. Kootch and I are currently watching The H2 Channel's 'History of The World in Two Hours.' Kootch is a Japanese History buff, and I am currently widening her perspective somewhat. Sip. Indeed, the H2 Channel is one of my favorites, along with The American Heroes Channel (formerly The Military Channel), The Science Channel, and the National Geographic Channel. Sip. We just finished watching the Cosmos series rerun from the late '70s. Glorious! And I am currently recording the latest version of Cosmos.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Oyasuminasai!
(4)
Time to stop drinking and start eating. Nighty Nite!
Time to stop drinking and start eating. Nighty Nite!
Eternal Life: The Definition Thereof.
(3)
Back from the fridge with beer #8 (I think). Sip. Buzzing nicely. Now what?
Lessee... Still no Marijuana. But I do plan to eventually acquire some of that glorious weed, which I also plan to smoke (using my hot water my bong) after drinking a few NLs. Those two natural drugs synergistically produce an interesting 'mystical state' which is well worth experiencing. Highly recommended! And I still look forward to describing those experiences in my blog. Sip. By the way, Marijuana is much safer than Alcohol. Sip. Or Harakiri. And I still think that Hawaii will eventually become the next 'Asian Amsterdam.' I say, 'Invest!'
Which brings us to the question: 'What the fuck are we doing here on this Earth?' Good question! Here are some possible answers:
----------
1. You are here to Please God.
2. You are here to have fun. Screw God.
3. You 'bubbled up' for no reason. Enjoy it until you 'pop.'
4.... And I could go on and on.
----------
Sip.
'We enter consciousness gradually. There is no place in time to which we can point and say, 'Here! This is the beginning of my life as a conscious being!' And likewise, it seems, we shall leave the realm of consciousness, unable ourselves to discern the point where it ended. We have, therefore, 'no beginning,' and 'no end,' and are, in a certain sense of the word, Eternal.'
----------
The above quotation was the first line of an essay I wrote for a Community College English 101 class, back in the early '80s.
Back from the fridge with beer #8 (I think). Sip. Buzzing nicely. Now what?
Lessee... Still no Marijuana. But I do plan to eventually acquire some of that glorious weed, which I also plan to smoke (using my hot water my bong) after drinking a few NLs. Those two natural drugs synergistically produce an interesting 'mystical state' which is well worth experiencing. Highly recommended! And I still look forward to describing those experiences in my blog. Sip. By the way, Marijuana is much safer than Alcohol. Sip. Or Harakiri. And I still think that Hawaii will eventually become the next 'Asian Amsterdam.' I say, 'Invest!'
Which brings us to the question: 'What the fuck are we doing here on this Earth?' Good question! Here are some possible answers:
----------
1. You are here to Please God.
2. You are here to have fun. Screw God.
3. You 'bubbled up' for no reason. Enjoy it until you 'pop.'
4.... And I could go on and on.
----------
Sip.
'We enter consciousness gradually. There is no place in time to which we can point and say, 'Here! This is the beginning of my life as a conscious being!' And likewise, it seems, we shall leave the realm of consciousness, unable ourselves to discern the point where it ended. We have, therefore, 'no beginning,' and 'no end,' and are, in a certain sense of the word, Eternal.'
----------
The above quotation was the first line of an essay I wrote for a Community College English 101 class, back in the early '80s.
God vs Mother Nature.
(2)
'Every year, in hospitals across the United States, hundreds of thousands of newborn boys are strapped naked to a board and assaulted in their genitals by ritually attired practitioners known as physicians. Although the operation is painful, it is performed without anesthetic; the baby's cries are interpreted as signs of healthy lungs, and his subsequent traumatized sleep explained as proof that the operation caused no discomfort. Memories of the pain may impair his intellectual or emotional development. And the procedure, although safe as surgeries go, is not risk-free. Boys experience hemorrhage, infection, and ulceration; the urethral opening narrows due to scarring; and the penis may be bent, deformed, split, perforated, amputated, or burned off. Even if the operation goes well, the boy ends up with genitals that are structurally altered. Viewed from the perspective of normal human anatomy, he has been mutilated.'
The above quote is from, 'Circumcision: Cultural-Legal Analysis.'
(http://www.cirp.org/library/legal/miller1/)
It is well worth reading and I recommend it to prospective parents.
Whew! That took a while, but even though I am buzzing nicely, I managed to learn a little more about how the stalker/hackers try to impede my blogging.
Whew. Sipping on beer #6 at 1944. Sip. Coughing due to DPR. Sip.
----------
Hmmm! as I sit here buzzing my brains out on 3.2 beer (Natural Light) it strikes me that as a person who has totally enjoyed his foreskin for 79+ years, I am something of an 'Authority' on that subject. Really! So here is my advice:
----------
NEVER circumcise or otherwise mutilate the sexual organs of newborns. Mother Nature got it right. God got it wrong. God hates orgasms.
But orgasms are natural, beneficial, self-nurturing CNS events. More is better! One orgasm per day is great. Two is even better. Furthermore, orgasms are cheaper and healthier than sleeping pills.
----------
(Aha! It just dawned on me that we recently had a time change to Daylight Saving Time! Was that what caused last week's blog problem?! Could well be.) (Being zapped from the left side with heavy microwave radiation. Much sneezing. Eyes watering. Nose dripping.)
'Every year, in hospitals across the United States, hundreds of thousands of newborn boys are strapped naked to a board and assaulted in their genitals by ritually attired practitioners known as physicians. Although the operation is painful, it is performed without anesthetic; the baby's cries are interpreted as signs of healthy lungs, and his subsequent traumatized sleep explained as proof that the operation caused no discomfort. Memories of the pain may impair his intellectual or emotional development. And the procedure, although safe as surgeries go, is not risk-free. Boys experience hemorrhage, infection, and ulceration; the urethral opening narrows due to scarring; and the penis may be bent, deformed, split, perforated, amputated, or burned off. Even if the operation goes well, the boy ends up with genitals that are structurally altered. Viewed from the perspective of normal human anatomy, he has been mutilated.'
The above quote is from, 'Circumcision: Cultural-Legal Analysis.'
(http://www.cirp.org/library/legal/miller1/)
It is well worth reading and I recommend it to prospective parents.
Whew! That took a while, but even though I am buzzing nicely, I managed to learn a little more about how the stalker/hackers try to impede my blogging.
Whew. Sipping on beer #6 at 1944. Sip. Coughing due to DPR. Sip.
----------
Hmmm! as I sit here buzzing my brains out on 3.2 beer (Natural Light) it strikes me that as a person who has totally enjoyed his foreskin for 79+ years, I am something of an 'Authority' on that subject. Really! So here is my advice:
----------
NEVER circumcise or otherwise mutilate the sexual organs of newborns. Mother Nature got it right. God got it wrong. God hates orgasms.
But orgasms are natural, beneficial, self-nurturing CNS events. More is better! One orgasm per day is great. Two is even better. Furthermore, orgasms are cheaper and healthier than sleeping pills.
----------
(Aha! It just dawned on me that we recently had a time change to Daylight Saving Time! Was that what caused last week's blog problem?! Could well be.) (Being zapped from the left side with heavy microwave radiation. Much sneezing. Eyes watering. Nose dripping.)
What a Pleasant Surprise!
(1)
Last sip of beer #1 (of 10) at 1715. Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1720. Sip. I'm in a really good mood after a visit to Kaiser for a routine blood test this afternoon. Sip. While I was there, one of the girls gave me a big red envelope containing a Valentine's Day card! O...M...G...! Here's the backstory:
----------
Since I take Warfarin for a 'chronic DVD' I need to periodically get my blood tested to determine if it is within certain 'clotting time' limits. A couple of years ago I got the idea to honor the girls who did the testing. I bought them some candy and flowers. I have since done that 'Valentine thingee' every Valentine's Day. (I get flowers for Kootch too, of course.) Today at Kaiser, one of the girls handed me a red card signed by the girls telling me how 'Good-looking, Intelligent, Talented, charming, fun, lovable, and altogether amazing' I was. (That took an entire beer! Back with beer #3 at 1755. Sip.) What a surprise! Thank you, girls. I agree.
----------
So I have to be nice today. In fact, I will imagine that one or more of those yum-yums reads this blog. That will tend to keep me from seeming to be too... judgemental. I like that: another facet of 'awareness!'
Oh, and by the way, I made an appointment for a 'consultation' with one of the Kaiser doctors last week. Then I promptly got the day wrong (even though they gave me a 'reminder' card). I realized the mistake too late. Highly embarrassing at my advanced age! In fact, it was so embarrassing that I actually got a 'Herpes thingee' on my upper lip. (It's true, folks: emotional states can induce Herpes attacks. Really.) Abreva to the rescue. Sip.
Which brings us to the question: will this publish?!
Nope. Houston, we have a problem...
Yep. It eventually published.
Last sip of beer #1 (of 10) at 1715. Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1720. Sip. I'm in a really good mood after a visit to Kaiser for a routine blood test this afternoon. Sip. While I was there, one of the girls gave me a big red envelope containing a Valentine's Day card! O...M...G...! Here's the backstory:
----------
Since I take Warfarin for a 'chronic DVD' I need to periodically get my blood tested to determine if it is within certain 'clotting time' limits. A couple of years ago I got the idea to honor the girls who did the testing. I bought them some candy and flowers. I have since done that 'Valentine thingee' every Valentine's Day. (I get flowers for Kootch too, of course.) Today at Kaiser, one of the girls handed me a red card signed by the girls telling me how 'Good-looking, Intelligent, Talented, charming, fun, lovable, and altogether amazing' I was. (That took an entire beer! Back with beer #3 at 1755. Sip.) What a surprise! Thank you, girls. I agree.
----------
So I have to be nice today. In fact, I will imagine that one or more of those yum-yums reads this blog. That will tend to keep me from seeming to be too... judgemental. I like that: another facet of 'awareness!'
Oh, and by the way, I made an appointment for a 'consultation' with one of the Kaiser doctors last week. Then I promptly got the day wrong (even though they gave me a 'reminder' card). I realized the mistake too late. Highly embarrassing at my advanced age! In fact, it was so embarrassing that I actually got a 'Herpes thingee' on my upper lip. (It's true, folks: emotional states can induce Herpes attacks. Really.) Abreva to the rescue. Sip.
Which brings us to the question: will this publish?!
Nope. Houston, we have a problem...
Yep. It eventually published.
Friday, March 14, 2014
End of Blog?
(1)
Sipping on beer #1 at 1813. Sip. Happy pie day.
Now sipping on beer #2 at 1826. Sip. Slight buzz. The mystery of Flight 370 is even more interesting than the Crimea situation! As a former flight instructor (circa 1970) who still retains some knowlege of flying airplanes, I am amazed by this totally unbelievable sequence of events unfolding on my TV sets! Sip. Who knew that modern jet engines regularly send out performance information!? Not me. Bolstering my ignorance in that regard is the fact that I have not flown my computer flight simulator program in more than ten years! End of beer #2. Buzzing somewhat. Nasal mucosa (tap) swelling slightly at 1846. Face feeling like it is being zapped by microwave radiation. Right nostril dripping at 1848... Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1848. Right eye watering. Sip. Time to reread last week...
(At which point, Blogger stopped saving my posts.)
Sipping on beer #1 at 1813. Sip. Happy pie day.
Now sipping on beer #2 at 1826. Sip. Slight buzz. The mystery of Flight 370 is even more interesting than the Crimea situation! As a former flight instructor (circa 1970) who still retains some knowlege of flying airplanes, I am amazed by this totally unbelievable sequence of events unfolding on my TV sets! Sip. Who knew that modern jet engines regularly send out performance information!? Not me. Bolstering my ignorance in that regard is the fact that I have not flown my computer flight simulator program in more than ten years! End of beer #2. Buzzing somewhat. Nasal mucosa (tap) swelling slightly at 1846. Face feeling like it is being zapped by microwave radiation. Right nostril dripping at 1848... Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1848. Right eye watering. Sip. Time to reread last week...
(At which point, Blogger stopped saving my posts.)
Monday, March 03, 2014
Science and Technology Always Outpaces Culture.
(5)
Enlightenment tends to 'seep up.' It takes time for social processes to challenge technological processes. And there is always a 'window' where technological processes can 'win' in historical scenerios. And so I would suggest that, eventually, an 'Atomic Scenerio' will present itself in a world cultural situation. We don't want that.
Therefore I would like to present the idea of an International LSD Symposium every ten years. Thousands of international political leaders would gather in an international city selected previously. International Media would, of course, be in 'attendence.' The 'atmosphere' would be somewhat like the 'Olympic Games' except that the selected World Leaders would all take an LSD Trip together. International Media would have taken their LSD Trips two months previously. Reporting would therefore be quite accurate.
It might be the only thing that saves us.
Enlightenment tends to 'seep up.' It takes time for social processes to challenge technological processes. And there is always a 'window' where technological processes can 'win' in historical scenerios. And so I would suggest that, eventually, an 'Atomic Scenerio' will present itself in a world cultural situation. We don't want that.
Therefore I would like to present the idea of an International LSD Symposium every ten years. Thousands of international political leaders would gather in an international city selected previously. International Media would, of course, be in 'attendence.' The 'atmosphere' would be somewhat like the 'Olympic Games' except that the selected World Leaders would all take an LSD Trip together. International Media would have taken their LSD Trips two months previously. Reporting would therefore be quite accurate.
It might be the only thing that saves us.
A Deadly Situation.
(4)
And I don't even wanna think about LSD summits. Huh? Wha...???
Sip. End of beer #7. Back with beer #8 at 2052. Sip. To an enlightened person like (tap) me, it's interesting to watch my fellow un-enlightened biochemical 'machines' operate. Sip. Whatever... Sip...
I'm being 'funny' of course. Sip.
But think: Science and Technology has, in our lifetime, produced an untenable situation: Technology has totally 'outrun' Biological Evolution! We are 'Neanderthals in posession of Thermonuclear Weapons!'
And there is no God! (Thankfully! We have enough problems already!)
Given that extremely unfortunate situation in the 21st Century, we need to ask ourselves the question: 'What 'resource' did Mother Nature provide as a possible remedy for such a deadly situation?'
MARIJUANA!
Could there possibly be any other explanation of the historical symbiotic relationship between us humans and 'that plant?'
No.
We therefore need to acknowlege the existence of Mother Nature. And we need to 'go with it' that Marijuana is Mother Nature's Modus Operandi in the inevitable case where Scientific progress exceeds biological process.
We need to change Jesus' name to Marijuana!
Sip.
And I don't even wanna think about LSD summits. Huh? Wha...???
Sip. End of beer #7. Back with beer #8 at 2052. Sip. To an enlightened person like (tap) me, it's interesting to watch my fellow un-enlightened biochemical 'machines' operate. Sip. Whatever... Sip...
I'm being 'funny' of course. Sip.
But think: Science and Technology has, in our lifetime, produced an untenable situation: Technology has totally 'outrun' Biological Evolution! We are 'Neanderthals in posession of Thermonuclear Weapons!'
And there is no God! (Thankfully! We have enough problems already!)
Given that extremely unfortunate situation in the 21st Century, we need to ask ourselves the question: 'What 'resource' did Mother Nature provide as a possible remedy for such a deadly situation?'
MARIJUANA!
Could there possibly be any other explanation of the historical symbiotic relationship between us humans and 'that plant?'
No.
We therefore need to acknowlege the existence of Mother Nature. And we need to 'go with it' that Marijuana is Mother Nature's Modus Operandi in the inevitable case where Scientific progress exceeds biological process.
We need to change Jesus' name to Marijuana!
Sip.
Stoned Summits: The Next Big Idea.
(3)
Time to reread last week. Standby... Ah, yes. Much less horrifying when I'm buzzing. Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1908. Sip. Interesting discussion on CNN concerning... uh... Ukraine. Cohen is convincing. Sip. What we need here is an international Marijuana Summit. Sip. Do The Russians ever 'smoke up?
Seriously, I need to get out there and buy some Pot! The tentative plan is to acquire some samples containing mostly THC and some other samples containing mostly CBD. It should be interesting to test the synergystic effects of those two drugs with alcohol. And I have never done 'Marijuana Munchables,' but I like the idea!
I also like the idea of an international Marijuana Summit. Really. Such a meeting of high-level power players should be held every two years or so. And such a summit should be covered by national media at least much as The Oscars. Really. Wouldn't you just love to see stoned Obama and stoned Putin answering questions by stoned media? I would. Sip.
Marijuana might actually save us from ourselves!
Sip. Nose dripping slightly at 2000. Sip.
Time to reread last week. Standby... Ah, yes. Much less horrifying when I'm buzzing. Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1908. Sip. Interesting discussion on CNN concerning... uh... Ukraine. Cohen is convincing. Sip. What we need here is an international Marijuana Summit. Sip. Do The Russians ever 'smoke up?
Seriously, I need to get out there and buy some Pot! The tentative plan is to acquire some samples containing mostly THC and some other samples containing mostly CBD. It should be interesting to test the synergystic effects of those two drugs with alcohol. And I have never done 'Marijuana Munchables,' but I like the idea!
I also like the idea of an international Marijuana Summit. Really. Such a meeting of high-level power players should be held every two years or so. And such a summit should be covered by national media at least much as The Oscars. Really. Wouldn't you just love to see stoned Obama and stoned Putin answering questions by stoned media? I would. Sip.
Marijuana might actually save us from ourselves!
Sip. Nose dripping slightly at 2000. Sip.
Becoming a Smuggler.
(2)
Kootch and I had some actual experience with the 'Maui-wowie' version of Pot back in about 1980. We were on vacation in Hawaii. It was our one and only 'really expensive vacation.' We took Jenniffer with us because she was too young to leave behind with Kathy and her husband, Mark. We flew over in a DC-10, stayed in Honolulu for a couple of days, then flew to Maui. Maui was boring compared to Honolulu! Anyway, we made a 'pot connection' in Hawaii: some 'Maui-wowie' via a taxi driver/pot dealer.) The plan for the return trip was to let Jenny be 'the mule' carrying the Marijuana. However, (R nostril now dripping mucus) my moral sense intervened at the last minute and I stuffed it into my jacker pocket and thereby became a smuggler.
Back in Denver we compared Maui-wowie with Colombian Gold and found no significant difference. Nowadays, Pot tends to have much higher concentrations of THC (so they say) and (presumably) CBD. It ain't your grandfather's Pot.
And, no, I still haven't tried to buy any legal Pot! Darn it. My current buzz (halfway through beer #4) would be the ideal time! Darn it. Sip. Oh well. Sip. Eleven beers left. Sip.
Kootch and I had some actual experience with the 'Maui-wowie' version of Pot back in about 1980. We were on vacation in Hawaii. It was our one and only 'really expensive vacation.' We took Jenniffer with us because she was too young to leave behind with Kathy and her husband, Mark. We flew over in a DC-10, stayed in Honolulu for a couple of days, then flew to Maui. Maui was boring compared to Honolulu! Anyway, we made a 'pot connection' in Hawaii: some 'Maui-wowie' via a taxi driver/pot dealer.) The plan for the return trip was to let Jenny be 'the mule' carrying the Marijuana. However, (R nostril now dripping mucus) my moral sense intervened at the last minute and I stuffed it into my jacker pocket and thereby became a smuggler.
Back in Denver we compared Maui-wowie with Colombian Gold and found no significant difference. Nowadays, Pot tends to have much higher concentrations of THC (so they say) and (presumably) CBD. It ain't your grandfather's Pot.
And, no, I still haven't tried to buy any legal Pot! Darn it. My current buzz (halfway through beer #4) would be the ideal time! Darn it. Sip. Oh well. Sip. Eleven beers left. Sip.
First Three Beers...
(1)
Sipping on beer #1 at 1723. Sip. I wasn't in the right mood to do this blog Friday. Sip. Today (Monday) I'm 'more like it.' Sip. I was reading about changes to Blogger just after I signed in today. Looks interesting. Hmm... Sip.
Watching 'the news' from here in the BR at 1734. Sip. The Ukraine. Shades of The Cold War! Sip. (Being zapped with deep penetrating microwave radiation (DPR) causing burning in the right lung and dripping from right nostril at 1742.) End of beer #1.
Back with beer #2 at 1746. Right eye watering. Sip. Several nose blows to expell mucus. Sip. I have very strange neighbors. Sip.
Kootch and I finished watching a CNBC special about Recreational Marijuana in Colorado. Interesting! Then we began watching an 'Aerial America' show about Hawaii. Beautiful scenery! Kootch then 'made a connection,' wondering whether Hawaii will also legalize Pot. I said, 'Maui-wowie!' There followed a discussion of whether Hawaii would eventually become the 'Amsterdam' of the Far East. Would Japan ever legalize Pot? 'No way!', said she. I agree. Hara-Kiri, yes: Marijuana, no. (More coughing from DPR at 1809, this time due to burning in the left (tap) lung. Lots of microwave rad since I signed on to Blogger. In fact, I even get zapped in the hallway and kitchen! R nostril dripping again... (buzzing slightly) L nostril just dripped down my chin and landed on my chest... Gerash is trying to impress us.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1815. Sip. Slight buzz. Sip. Eyes watering. Sip. Another nose blow. The rad is unusually intense and pervasive, suggesting that Gerash wants to be mentioned. Fine with me. And by the way, that's Walter L Gerash, Denver lawyer and piss-poor chess player. Sip.
Sipping on beer #1 at 1723. Sip. I wasn't in the right mood to do this blog Friday. Sip. Today (Monday) I'm 'more like it.' Sip. I was reading about changes to Blogger just after I signed in today. Looks interesting. Hmm... Sip.
Watching 'the news' from here in the BR at 1734. Sip. The Ukraine. Shades of The Cold War! Sip. (Being zapped with deep penetrating microwave radiation (DPR) causing burning in the right lung and dripping from right nostril at 1742.) End of beer #1.
Back with beer #2 at 1746. Right eye watering. Sip. Several nose blows to expell mucus. Sip. I have very strange neighbors. Sip.
Kootch and I finished watching a CNBC special about Recreational Marijuana in Colorado. Interesting! Then we began watching an 'Aerial America' show about Hawaii. Beautiful scenery! Kootch then 'made a connection,' wondering whether Hawaii will also legalize Pot. I said, 'Maui-wowie!' There followed a discussion of whether Hawaii would eventually become the 'Amsterdam' of the Far East. Would Japan ever legalize Pot? 'No way!', said she. I agree. Hara-Kiri, yes: Marijuana, no. (More coughing from DPR at 1809, this time due to burning in the left (tap) lung. Lots of microwave rad since I signed on to Blogger. In fact, I even get zapped in the hallway and kitchen! R nostril dripping again... (buzzing slightly) L nostril just dripped down my chin and landed on my chest... Gerash is trying to impress us.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1815. Sip. Slight buzz. Sip. Eyes watering. Sip. Another nose blow. The rad is unusually intense and pervasive, suggesting that Gerash wants to be mentioned. Fine with me. And by the way, that's Walter L Gerash, Denver lawyer and piss-poor chess player. Sip.
