I smell like weed.

[STDzRus]

It's in dimebags and it's in my pockets. It's been AT LEAST six months since I have had weed that is that potent.

I don't really remember last night, I remember parts, but not the whole night. Oh well. I think I'm gonna get stoned and watch GoodFellas.

Anybody else get that "Turkey Weed" this year?

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

That sounds really cool man.

I haven't got any bud at the moment, and can't get any until monday :(

Damn.
Happy 6,420th post

[STDzRus]

'Freegan' activists reject consumer waste by digging through trash for food
By DESMOND BUTLER




NEW YORK (AP) - Dinner shared by a group of friends at a well-appointed Greenwich Village apartment featured eggplant Parmesan with a salad of mixed greens and avocado dressing.

The guests already had snacked on hors d'oeuvres of smoked mozzarella and crackers. Not bad considering the diners find their food by digging through garbage. They call themselves "freegans," a play on the words "vegan"-vegetarians who avoid all animal products, including dairy - and "free." In an ideological rejection of consumer waste, they only eat food that's been discarded. And in New York City, at least, they never go hungry.

"We find more food than we could ever possibly eat," said Adam Weissman. Just 24 hours before the dinner party, he found a hefty stash outside a gourmet supermarket in Manhattan: bags of salad nearing the sell-by date, dozens of sandwiches, boxes of Ritz crackers, some nice looking squash and loaves of still-crisp baguettes.

Although not all freegans are vegan, they all eat for free. Weissman said that with few exceptions he has not eaten store-bought food, either at home, in a restaurant or as guest of a friend, in more than 10 years.

Weissman and others say they have mixed feelings about Thanksgiving, which Weissman called "basically a celebration of excess."

Madeline Nelson, the host of the freegan dinner party who says she recently left a job in corporate communications at a Fortune 500 company, says she's concerned about holiday over-consumption.

"We are heading into wasting season," said Nelson, who's serving a semi-freegan Thanksgiving dinner to her family, including her 83-year-old father.

A study suggests that freegans may have a point.

Timothy Jones, an anthropology professor at the University of Arizona, conducted a 10-year study that concluded the country wastes 40 per cent to 50 per cent of its food.

A 1997 U.S. Department of Agriculture study put the loss at 27 per cent of total U.S. food production, or 43 billion kilograms of food.

"The number one problem is that Americans have lost touch with what food is for," Jones said.

"We have lost touch with the processes that bring it to the table and we don't notice the inefficiency."

Some freegans hope to call attention to food waste by publicizing their unusual lifestyles. Weissman runs a website for the freegan community, offering practical tips, like which city's trash bins yield the best treats in places from Vancouver to Cincinnati.

For instance, the Giant Gourmet Farmers' Market in Hackensack, N.J., is a "gold mine," according to the site. But get there early to avoid sifting through discarded fish.

While these images may churn a few stomachs, some doctors condone the practice. Dr. Michael Greger, director of public health and animal agriculture at the Humane Society of the United States, has posted food safety tips on Weissman's website.

He says that unopened packaged foods can normally be safely eaten for days after sell-by dates have passed. But he warns freegans to stay away from meat and seafood, eggs, dairy, sprouts, cut melon, and unpasteurized cider or juice, which can be susceptible to bacteria.

Mould can be trimmed from "hard or firm foods," he says, but even the brave should stay away from bulging or oozing cans.

"People have this image of looking into a dumpster," an industrial garbage bin, "and seeing slimy garbage, but that's just not the case," he said.

"At the same time, food poisoning is no joke, so you have to be careful."


Yup.

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

Yay, spam thread

:rolleyes: @ that phat quote up there.

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

2 can play at that game!


What Does Someone Dying Need?
by Rex Winsbury

When you get ill and are told you are going to die soon, needs come crowding in on you, jostling for scarce time and (often) scarce energies. So they in turn create their own need, a need for people and places to help you answer your needs. New needs then spring up as you begin to grasp the imperatives of dying.

â??I was declared to be dying and did not. I experienced the needs and the challenges, and lived to reflect on them.â?�

My position is odd - not unique, but privileged. I was declared to be dying, and did not. I experienced the needs and the challenges, and lived to reflect on them afterwards. A temporary reprieve, of unknowable duration. Those needs and challenges have not gone away, but I can now look at them with some benefit of hindsight. So I could sum up the needs of one person diagnosed as close to death, me, as being:

The need to â??settle upâ?� with the people that I felt close to, so as to die in peace, with them and with myself.
The need to have someone to â??stand inâ?� for me, to do what I could not do when I became helpless or consigned to the grave.
The need for places and organizations that I could turn to for practical information.
The need for someone to guide me, or go with me, round this new and unfamiliar domain of â??the terminal stateâ?� - not necessarily the same someone for every sector of it.
Finances
I was lucky in having, already, an expert professional financial adviser who, as it turned out, could talk about death as a human being as well as help me plan for it as a financial consultant. I had also had the benefit, before my diagnosis, of talks with a psychotherapist, who had taught me something about the inner and outer processes of reconciliation.

Settling up emotional accounts
Settling up emotional accounts means going to those people who have been hurt by you, betrayed by you, misled by you, and not just asking forgiveness (because that is to perpetuate the desire to control the outcome by laying down what the outcome is going to be) but asking them to tell you how the hurt may be healed.

Once you have opened that door to them, given them that permission, you cannot control what will then happen. People will react in surprising, sometimes offensive, sometimes heart-stirring ways - but almost always in ways of their own choosing, which is the key to the success of this exercise.

The role of advocate
If you are ill, maybe in pain, perhaps drugged, perhaps even on life-support, someone needs to represent you to the doctors and nurses, the medical profession, to say what you would have said if you had been able, about your treatment, about where you want to live your last days and die, and what treatment you would (if you could) accept or refuse. This is about life-support; about pain; about dying with dignity; about relating your death to those who care about you.

I have a partner who would have played, and will play, that role with determination.

Drawing up an ethical will
An ethical (as well as a financial) will is a key document to have at lifeâ??s frontier post. In an ethical will, you can say how and where you want to die, and in what medical circumstances. An ethical will help the person who â??stands inâ?� for you to argue the case with the doctors, and maybe the lawyers. It can say what sort of funeral you want. It can (if not done separately) give your last messages to those who matter to you. So here there are three stages. The first is to recognize the need for such a will. The second is to find advice on how to write one. The third is the most difficult - to actually write it. I dithered for months, afraid of the decisions implied in the clauses of an ethical will. But again, once done, it was a relief.

The funeral
Someone, if I have not done it already, needs to make my funeral arrangements, in accordance with the advice in my will, but subject always to the law of the land. Not everyone can cope with these last practicalities, which is why undertakers make a good living by applying a fixed ritual, and fixed price, to death. Some people care more than others about these post-mortem rituals, and how to redesign them in your own image. I myself care little, except to avoid more than basic expenses. Keep me from an expensive coffin.

One-stop-shop
I needed a place where I could go, there and then, if I fell ill again, if I began to die, confident that I would be known, understood, cared for, well advised medically, and listened to: somewhere I trusted, and where I would be treated as a full human being. There is a peace in knowing that there is such a place to go, if and when ... and that there is someone who will take you there.

Need to know
You need somewhere to turn to for basic information. Ignorance is the worst enemy. Some prefer ignorance, say it is bliss. It is not. Ignorance is the ultimate fright, the primal fear. Better to know what you are up against, know all there is to know about your illness, its treatments, the odds, the therapies, what others have done and said and suffered. But where is that place? Not everyone knows, or bothers to tell you. Just like a second opinion, knowledge can also be scary.

I spent a terrified afternoon in a bookshop, looking up the medical statistics about survival rates for people with my specific form of cancer. You cannot, must not wish that sort of knowledge on people who cannot cope with it. On the other hand, for those who grasp the power of knowledge, knowing the statistics can liberate you from the tyranny of being just a statistic.

A safe place to talk
Family and friends are often reluctant to face up to illness and death: even if they are not, their experience is not your experience, cannot be. So you may need, as I did, somewhere to go where you can talk, where it is safe to expose your inmost fears and terrors, your hopes and vulnerability. A group of people with similar vulnerabilities can provide that safe place, and be a powerful haven in which to bring out repressed feelings. They can support and share. But where is that group, and is it really safe? There are lists of support groups, but you may need help to get to one, even if there is one near enough.

Finding no cancer support group in my area, I started one. It has become a haven, both for me and for some dozens of others. I am sad that more people do not come to it.

Physical well-being
When your body is in danger, you need to do what you can to restore it, to prolong its utility, to seek to repair that wholeness that has been compromised by illness. Being diagnosed as terminally ill, does not always or necessarily mean that your physical activity has ceased, or cannot be prolonged. It is not too late. But where can you go to learn to repair what is damaged? Once again, this quest presupposes the will to do it, the same willingness that is inherent in many other felt needs, the willingness to plan for the future while knowing that you may not be there to see it.

But now, at the point of terminal diagnosis, more than ever, your need is to nurture your physical well-being by any means, to make the most of what you have left. But how? Exercise, diet? What exercise, what diet? Where is the place to discover this, and to do it? Probably, a conventional gymnasium is useless at this stage: hospitals are little use. Where can an ill person go to improve his or her physique? There are places, and which of them is a matter of knowing, and of choice, and the will.

I myself found great healing power, as well as physical exercise, in walking or jogging on Hampstead Heath, London, and in Chinese Qi Gong classes - both of these activities combine movement and meditation.

Guides and other special people
In additional to the financial and emotional advisers described earlier, I needed:

Someone or somewhere to talk about death.

Someone to tell me I am still beautiful.

Someone who would help to restore my hope, within the context of realism about my situation.

Someone to forewarn me and teach me about the stress of my illness upon others.

Someone to recognize and encourage the emergence of that new, alternative person that might never have been born without that illness and diagnosis: someone who will teach me to understand the power of the ill person, both over him/herself and over others - a power to be used wisely and humanely, for it can be, if misused, a tyranny, both over oneself and over others.
Epitaph
Having feared death all my life, now that I am confronted with it, I no longer fear it, only that the period leading up to death (a period whose duration, trickily, I do not know) will have been a waste. Had I during my life feared death as little as I do now, I would have dared more and better things. Only slowly is the power conferred by loss of that fear, growing upon me. Partly, this is because I am afraid of that loss of fear. Where will it take me? My final need is to find out that last truth. That is one need that, I suspect, no one else can help with.

Yup

[STDzRus]

Yay, spam thread

:rolleyes: @ that phat quote up there.


On Saturday 5th March the Swiss broadcasters SF DRS, TSR and TSI will be presenting a spectacular show to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Eurovision Song Contest. Hosting the evening on SF1, Sandra Studer will be welcoming guests who have gone down in Swiss Eurovision history and Vanilla Ninja will be premiering their Swiss song for the 2005 Eurovision Song Contest.

Congratulations â?? 50 years Eurovision Song Contest
In the Saturday evening prime-time show Congratulations â?? 50 years Eurovision Song Contest on 5th March SF DRS, TSR and TSI will be showing the top highlights of the competition's 50-year history. At 20:05 CET on SF1, Sandra Studer will be inviting viewers to sit back and enjoy an evening of songs and anthems that have had the whole of Europe tapping its feet. On the Swiss French television TSR the show will be presented by Jean-Marc Richard and on the Swiss Italian television TSI by Marco Blaser.

Swiss people have helped to shape the Eurovision Song Contest, and the Eurovision Song Contest has helped to shape music in Switzerland. From the many highs and occasional lows have emerged icons of Swiss musical history. Switzerland was a founder member of the Eurovision Song Contest. In fact, the first Contest was held in 1956 in the Swiss town of Lugano and the first winner was the Swiss singer Lys Assia. In addition to Assia, Sandra Studer will be welcoming guests including Paola, Peter Reber, Pepe Lienhard and Francine Jordi, not to mention last year's candidate Piero Esteriore.

Vanilla Ninja to present song for Kiev
The grand finale of Congratulations â?? 50 years Eurovision Song Contest will feature the premiere of Estonian girl band Vanilla Ninja's Swiss song for this year's Eurovision Contest in Kiev. The song has been written and produced by Basel-born David Brandes.

Vanilla Ninja â?? Piret, Katrin, Lenna and Triinu â?? have enjoyed success throughout Europe. In Germany, for example, their album Traces of Sadness went straight in to the charts at number three and has since gone platinum.

:stoned:

I still smell like weed, it's tempting to go smoke some.

[BlackLabelXmas]

Why don't you go smoke some? Trying to sell it? I hate it when I know I have to sell my weed but I don't have any but what I'm supposed to sell. Makes me wanna smoke it that much more lol.

[STDzRus]

Because, I'm not a "pothead" I"m a stoner. I don't want to smoke right now, I can wait, it's not like I"m a fiend for weed....

I LIE!

[BlackLabelXmas]

I'm a fiend for weed. You should hear some of the things I've sold/done for weed lol. It's quite pathetic really...

[Roadking]

Reminds me of a situation a few months back.

I had been smoking on a near daily basis...and kept some weed in my side pocket. One day, I was at an airport freight facility waiting to be unloaded...when this white with "department of homeland Security" pulls up outside and this cop with a German shepherd on a leash jump out and wlak inside. the cop looked military. He had his pants tucked into his boots.
so, the cop and his dog walk into the back of the building and around the corner out of sight...then they come back a minute later. The dog has a dog smile on his face and is carrying a small package. The cop is proud of the dog. The dog is proud of himself for finding the bomb-making material that was planted earlier in the day. all part of a test they do at random from time to time.
So, I'm standing by the door...and here comes the cop and his dog. the fucking dog is looking right at me as he walks slightly sideways like dogs do. He's still got that dog smile on his face...but those beady litle brown dog eyes are checking me out from head to foot. Then a horrible thought came to mind. Was that weed in my pocket today? Did I leave it at home? Would this fucking dog sniff me out and have me arrested? Would I be in violation of the codes of justice related to terorism and homeland security? Holy fuck, I thought...as my heart rate picked up speed.

Luckliy, the cop and dog walk right by and out the door...into the white van, driving away all happy...off to buy doggie treats without a doubt.

[Whos Carl]

I know how you feel Rus I had been smoking hash for about 6months and have gone back to skunk for the past 2 months I wont be going back to hash anytime soon.

[xNoa]

Reminds me of a situation a few months back.

I had been smoking on a near daily basis...and kept some weed in my side pocket. One day, I was at an airport freight facility waiting to be unloaded...when this white with "department of homeland Security" pulls up outside and this cop with a German shepherd on a leash jump out and wlak inside. the cop looked military. He had his pants tucked into his boots.
so, the cop and his dog walk into the back of the building and around the corner out of sight...then they come back a minute later. The dog has a dog smile on his face and is carrying a small package. The cop is proud of the dog. The dog is proud of himself for finding the bomb-making material that was planted earlier in the day. all part of a test they do at random from time to time.
So, I'm standing by the door...and here comes the cop and his dog. the fucking dog is looking right at me as he walks slightly sideways like dogs do. He's still got that dog smile on his face...but those beady litle brown dog eyes are checking me out from head to foot. Then a horrible thought came to mind. Was that weed in my pocket today? Did I leave it at home? Would this fucking dog sniff me out and have me arrested? Would I be in violation of the codes of justice related to terorism and homeland security? Holy fuck, I thought...as my heart rate picked up speed.

Luckliy, the cop and dog walk right by and out the door...into the white van, driving away all happy...off to buy doggie treats without a doubt.
lol luckily i heard the bomb sniffing dogs are trained differently so drugs wouldnt mean anything to them if they could smell it.. i think.
anyway yeh its good getting weed like that innit, when the smallest bit stinks out wherever you are, last i had was some cheese a few weeks ago

[tokosan]

yea but sometimes when the terrorist are making a bomb they like to smoke pot ok so the bomb resin get on the weeb rite then they ship it with a toyata pickup to the us or uk or wherever your from ok then the weed gets sold to you rite and then the bomb dog comes and its like omg he has a bomb and then you get shot for being a terrorist then they rape your dead body and feed it to iraqui prisoners

OK?

[Whos Carl]

yea but sometimes when the terrorist are making a bomb they like to smoke pot ok so the bomb resin get on the weeb rite then they ship it with a toyata pickup to the us or uk or wherever your from ok then the weed gets sold to you rite and then the bomb dog comes and its like omg he has a bomb and then you get shot for being a terrorist then they rape your dead body and feed it to iraqui prisoners

OK?

Seek medical help right away.

[the last stand]

yea but sometimes when the terrorist are making a bomb they like to smoke pot ok so the bomb resin get on the weeb rite then they ship it with a toyata pickup to the us or uk or wherever your from ok then the weed gets sold to you rite and then the bomb dog comes and its like omg he has a bomb and then you get shot for being a terrorist then they rape your dead body and feed it to iraqui prisoners

OK?
are you on the crack today toko?