I am not a Vegan, by any stretch of the imagination. However, this 'kreamy curry salad dressing' by Ani Phyo is truly yummy. Well, I used fresh lime juice instead of lemon juice. Also, my friend Charity from work gave us some fresh lettuce from her garden, so the salad was extra yummy. I didn't use anywhere near that much olive oil either.
Oh, in other news, I'm attempting to write some more psytrance. However, things are slow going because I have NO TIME to write anything. Most of the time it's a choice between make blurbles on the laptop or make raspberries at the boy. The raspberries win. So no promises as far as when a track will be posted. I'm thinking about making a new myspace music page for my psytrance stuff, too, eventually.
Actually, since having a kid, I have found that my creative juices have been elevated quite a bit. I just have no time or energy to really do anything about it most of the time.
Rereading "Breaking Open the Head" by Daniel Pinchbeck. Damn that's a good book. The more I read the more I become convinced that our society is pathologically wrong about a great many things, and our approach to what some people call 'drugs' is right up there in wrongness. Humans have been ingesting these substances from their natural sources for many thousands of years, without apparent ill effects, and, speaking from personal experience here, there is no more direct or sure way to experience the divine presence. But our society equates plant teachers with destructive substances like cocaine or heroin. That's just absurd. And stupid. Not that there aren't dangers inherent in psychedelics. Some people should not do them. And when they are done they should be done sparingly, if at all. But they have an awful lot to teach some people. I greatly value the handful of experiences I had in my so-called misspent youth. And I don't regret them. And I definitely don't think that other people who decide that they want to have those types of experiences should have their liberty infringed by the State.
My two cents worth.
New musical find. Buddhabomb. Check out his mixes. They're neat.
Oh, in other news, I'm attempting to write some more psytrance. However, things are slow going because I have NO TIME to write anything. Most of the time it's a choice between make blurbles on the laptop or make raspberries at the boy. The raspberries win. So no promises as far as when a track will be posted. I'm thinking about making a new myspace music page for my psytrance stuff, too, eventually.
Actually, since having a kid, I have found that my creative juices have been elevated quite a bit. I just have no time or energy to really do anything about it most of the time.
Rereading "Breaking Open the Head" by Daniel Pinchbeck. Damn that's a good book. The more I read the more I become convinced that our society is pathologically wrong about a great many things, and our approach to what some people call 'drugs' is right up there in wrongness. Humans have been ingesting these substances from their natural sources for many thousands of years, without apparent ill effects, and, speaking from personal experience here, there is no more direct or sure way to experience the divine presence. But our society equates plant teachers with destructive substances like cocaine or heroin. That's just absurd. And stupid. Not that there aren't dangers inherent in psychedelics. Some people should not do them. And when they are done they should be done sparingly, if at all. But they have an awful lot to teach some people. I greatly value the handful of experiences I had in my so-called misspent youth. And I don't regret them. And I definitely don't think that other people who decide that they want to have those types of experiences should have their liberty infringed by the State.
My two cents worth.
New musical find. Buddhabomb. Check out his mixes. They're neat.
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