Friday, 25 April 2008

Me laughing, ya know.

Aaahhhh… Today I finished me uni thing. Handed in. Done. I got me bike and went to the supermarket, wind of freedom on my face, laughing, got lost in the back streets, laughing, playing rude tunes as loud as me phone allowed, laughing, thinking of berries. I could throw meself on the ground and listen to all me tunes in someone’s front garden if I wanted to, me face on the grass, laughing. Happy days. I’ve got nothin’ to do!

The worker boyz removing the east London line right by me house looked more orange today. And funny, and cute. Sometimes we chat but it’s like having a conversation with a friend travelling by tube. After a while the line drops like it was never there. Very cute in orange thou.

It’s me and me berries, now.

Saturday, 19 April 2008

Bicycle Day

On April 19, 1943 Dr. Hofmann intentionally ingested 250 µg of LSD, which he hypothesized would be a threshold dose, based on other ergot alkaloids. After ingesting the substance Hofmann was struggling to speak intelligibly and asked his laboratory assistant, who knew of the self-experiment, to escort him home on his bicycle, due to the lack of available vehicles during wartime restrictions. On the bicycle ride home, Hofmann's condition became more severe and in his journal he stated that everything in his field of vision wavered and was distorted, as if seen in a curved mirror. Hofmann also stated that while riding on the bicycle, he had the sensation of being stationary, unable to move from where he was, despite the fact that he was moving very rapidly. Once Hofmann arrived safely home, he summoned a doctor and asked his neighbor for milk, believing it may help relieve the symptoms. Hofmann wrote that despite his delirious and bewildered condition, he was able to choose milk as a nonspecific antidote for poisoning.[5] Upon arriving the doctor could find no abnormal physical symptoms other than extremely dilated pupils. After spending several hours terrified that his body had been possessed by a demon, that his next door neighbor was a witch, and that his furniture was threatening him, Dr. Hofmann feared he had become completely insane. In his journal Hofmann said that the doctor saw no reason to prescribe medication and instead sent him to his bed. At this time Hofmann said that the feelings of fear had started to give way to feelings of good fortune and gratitude, and that he was now enjoying the colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind his closed eyes. Hofmann mentions seeing "fantastic images" surging past him, alternating and opening and closing themselves into circles and spirals and finally exploding into colored fountains and then rearranging themselves in a constant flux. Hofmann mentions that during the condition every acoustic perception, such as the sound of a passing automobile, was transformed into optical perceptions. Eventually Hofmann slept and upon awakening the next morning felt refreshed and clearheaded, though somewhat physically tired. He also stated that he had a sensation of well being and renewed life and that his breakfast tasted unusually delicious. Upon walking in his garden he remarked that all of his senses were "vibrating in a condition of highest sensitivity, which then persisted for the entire day".

Bicycle Day

Picture thanks to Fraser@UP! parallel-youniversity

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Brain Scanners Can See Your Decisions Before You Make Them

Monday, 14 April 2008

LSD assisted psychotherapy study to start in Switzerland

Special K: Ketamine breakthrough in treating depression

Read on

Sunday, 13 April 2008

Big flying paradox

Man, when you’ve got stuff to do... Ah, I’ve got stuff to do but it is soooo hard to concentrate. Man, when you have stuff to do the world blooms in all its exquisiteness! Like now! Sooo many interesting things happening and I have to be here, doing my final project for this module at uni, talking codes, writing long reports, making a website, so considerate, thinking of elderly users. Aaaahh! All blossoms!

Paradoxes everywhere! It’s quite a good technique. If you want to make your life very very exciting get yourself a huge commitment. A massively boring one too. Instantly that special someone you always fancied will get in touch and suggest you two meet this week, a fantastic musician will write you a message asking you to collaborate on this magical piece, but it has to be now, your best mate needs your advice on what to do about this astonishingly intricate situation that makes you smile but takes 2 hours to be briefly touched on its slimy surface, your lemon detox + Chi Kung starts to produce a deep effect and you suddenly feel like climbing trees, your mailbox is flooded with the most amazing videos of new scientific discoveries that will change human reality forever and you… you need to concentrate.


And when you hand your project in, when you’re not committed to it anymore, everything is cold withering sarcasm, nobody is available, your computer crashes.

Like my granddad used to say, if you want something done, do it yourself or ask a busy person.

Friday, 11 April 2008

Jill Taylor in one of the best talks I've seen - Must See!!

Wednesday, 2 April 2008

My neighbour

Me, I’m this liquid celluloid, and things don’t hurt anymore. Can’t remember what happened. Was it yoga? I don’t know. I was a creeping westerner learning how to breathe and bang, all gone. I do sometimes feel something happening on the surface. Something that reminds me of something really bad or something really good. But me, I laugh. I love my shadows. I told myself I knew I were you, but every time I tried to tell you, you flew away.

That’s also why I don’t write here anymore. ☺

That sweeping love, oh, that feeling you give me, I melt inside. I could run in the cold rain, the freezing air stabbing my lungs, like I did many times before, just to throw stones at your window. No. Now I won’t run in the cold rain anymore. Now you’re my neighbour. I can’t drink your coffee, I won’t drink your wine, and amazingly, that kind of made you mine. How funny it is. Now that I know the way, I don’t want to go anymore. Now I will turn this cosmic convulsion inside me into rays of life, butterflies of all colours, the wisdom of an old carp. None. I won’t run, and now you live right by me. Life is funny.

You and all your faces. You were blond and obedient once, a long time ago. You were brown and loud and superficial, off you head. I loved you then. You were strong and suddenly weak, so I had to leave. I’m sorry. Now you’re tall and sweet and clever, and I would run in the cold rain to get to you in other times, but now I sit here and turn your love into rays of all colours. My neighbour.