Oof my ego....

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Thu, 07 Jun 2012 08:14:08 -0400

Been lurking and figuring out what to do with this here blog…..

It’s been a silly few months of work, work and more work.

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Tue, 28 Feb 2012 08:07:20 -0500

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Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:20:57 -0500

‘Final Zone’ Masato Nakamura Sonic the Hedgehog (1991)

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:49:34 -0500

‘Final Zone’

Masato Nakamura

Sonic the Hedgehog (1991)

Oh my god so much laughing.

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 09:51:40 -0500

matuska:

unconditionallyjordan:

ok i’m sorry for reblogging this obnoxious-ass post but
COME ON. AHAHAHAH THEY’RE SO GOOD.

wow.

mightycocainebears: Bluth’s Frozen Banana Stand.

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 02:35:20 -0500

mightycocainebears:

Bluth’s Frozen Banana Stand.

housewifeswag: i gasped. out loud. this man… OH MY HEART! I...

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 02:17:00 -0500

housewifeswag:

i gasped. out loud.

this man…

OH MY HEART!

I watched drive. last night.

this dude…

OH THAT MOVIE!

stonerparty: weedporndaily

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 01:28:32 -0500

stonerparty:

weedporndaily

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Tue, 31 Jan 2012 01:26:17 -0500

Downey Cat :1

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 08:28:06 -0500

Downey Cat :1

thedailygamer: Taken with instagram Had these the other day....

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:35:51 -0500

thedailygamer:

Taken with instagram

Had these the other day. Delicious.

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Wed, 18 Jan 2012 16:00:05 -0500

Carl Sagan on Cannabis Imaged Above: Carl and Nick Sagan “… If...

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 09:09:20 -0500

Carl Sagan on Cannabis

Imaged Above: Carl and Nick Sagan

“… If you’re high and your child is calling, you can respond about as capably as you usually do. I don’t advocate driving when high on cannabis, but I can tell you from personal experience that it certainly can be done. My high is always reflective, peaceable, intellectually exciting, and sociable, unlike most alcohol highs, and there is never a hangover…”

This was written for publication in “Marihuana Reconsidered” (1971) under the pseudonym Mr. X. Sagan was in his mid-thirties at that time. He continued to use cannabis for the rest of his life:

It all began about ten years ago. I had reached a considerably more relaxed period in my life – a time when I had come to feel that there was more to living than science, a time of awakening of my social consciousness and amiability, a time when I was open to new experiences. I had become friendly with a group of people who occasionally smoked cannabis, irregularly, but with evident pleasure. Initially I was unwilling to partake, but the apparent euphoria that cannabis produced and the fact that there was no physiological addiction to the plant eventually persuaded me to try. My initial experiences were entirely disappointing; there was no effect at all, and I began to entertain a variety of hypotheses about cannabis being a placebo which worked by expectation and hyperventilation rather than by chemistry.

After about five or six unsuccessful attempts, however, it happened. I was lying on my back in a friend’s living room idly examining the pattern of shadows on the ceiling cast by a potted plant (not cannabis!). I suddenly realized that I was examining an intricately detailed miniature Volkswagen, distinctly outlined by the shadows. I was very skeptical at this perception, and tried to find inconsistencies between Volkswagens and what I viewed on the ceiling. But it was all there, down to hubcaps, license plate, chrome, and even the small handle used for opening the trunk. When I closed my eyes, I was stunned to find that there was a movie going on the inside of my eyelids.

Flash … a simple country scene with red farmhouse, a blue sky, white clouds, yellow path meandering over green hills to the horizon… Flash … same scene, orange house, brown sky, red clouds, yellow path, violet fields … Flash … Flash … Flash. The flashes came about once a heartbeat. Each flash brought the same simple scene into view, but each time with a different set of colors … exquisitely deep hues, and astonishingly harmonious in their juxtaposition. Since then I have smoked occasionally and enjoyed it thoroughly. It amplifies torpid sensibilities and produces what to me are even more interesting effects, as I will explain shortly.

I can remember another early visual experience with cannabis, in which I viewed a candle flame and discovered in the heart of the flame, standing with magnificent indifference, the black-hatted and -cloaked Spanish gentleman who appears on the label of the Sandeman sherry bottle. Looking at fires when high, by the way, especially through one of those prism kaleidoscopes which image their surroundings, is an extraordinarily moving and beautiful experience.

I want to explain that at no time did I think these things ‘really’ were out there. I knew there was no Volkswagen on the ceiling and there was no Sandeman salamander man in the flame. I don’t feel any contradiction in these experiences. There’s a part of me making, creating the perceptions which in everyday life would be bizarre; there’s another part of me which is a kind of observer. About half of the pleasure comes from the observer-part appreciating the work of the creator-part. I smile, or sometimes even laugh out loud at the pictures on the insides of my eyelids. In this sense, I suppose cannabis is psychotomimetic, but I find none of the panic or terror that accompanies some psychoses. Possibly this is because I know it’s my own trip, and that I can come down rapidly any time I want to.

While my early perceptions were all visual, and curiously lacking in images of human beings, both of these items have changed over the intervening years. I find that today a single joint is enough to get me high. I test whether I’m high by closing my eyes and looking for the flashes. They come long before there are any alterations in my visual or other perceptions. I would guess this is a signal-to-noise problem, the visual noise level being very low with my eyes closed. Another interesting information-theoretical aspects is the prevalence – at least in my flashed images – of cartoons: just the outlines of figures, caricatures, not photographs. I think this is simply a matter of information compression; it would be impossible to grasp the total content of an image with the information content of an ordinary photograph, say 108 bits, in the fraction of a second which a flash occupies. And the flash experience is designed, if I may use that word, for instant appreciation. The artist and viewer are one.

The cannabis experience has greatly improved my appreciation for art, a subject which I had never much appreciated before. The understanding of the intent of the artist which I can achieve when high sometimes carries over to when I’m down. This is one of many human frontiers which cannabis has helped me traverse. There also have been some art-related insights – I don’t know whether they are true or false, but they were fun to formulate. For example, I have spent some time high looking at the work of the Belgian surrealist Yves Tanguey. Some years later, I emerged from a long swim in the Caribbean and sank exhausted onto a beach formed from the erosion of a nearby coral reef. In idly examining the arcuate pastel-colored coral fragments which made up the beach, I saw before me a vast Tanguey painting. Perhaps Tanguey visited such a beach in his childhood.

A very similar improvement in my appreciation of music has occurred with cannabis. For the first time I have been able to hear the separate parts of a three-part harmony and the richness of the counterpoint. I have since discovered that professional musicians can quite easily keep many separate parts going simultaneously in their heads, but this was the first time for me. Again, the learning experience when high has at least to some extent carried over when I’m down. The enjoyment of food is amplified; tastes and aromas emerge that for some reason we ordinarily seem to be too busy to notice. I am able to give my full attention to the sensation. A potato will have a texture, a body, and taste like that of other potatoes, but much more so. Cannabis also enhances the enjoyment of sex – on the one hand it gives an exquisite sensitivity, but on the other hand it postpones orgasm: in part by distracting me with the profusion of image passing before my eyes. The actual duration of orgasm seems to lengthen greatly, but this may be the usual experience of time expansion which comes with cannabis smoking.

When I’m high I can penetrate into the past, recall childhood memories, friends, relatives, playthings, streets, smells, sounds, and tastes from a vanished era. I can reconstruct the actual occurrences in childhood events only half understood at the time. Many but not all my cannabis trips have somewhere in them a symbolism significant to me which I won’t attempt to describe here, a kind of mandala embossed on the high. Free-associating to this mandala, both visually and as plays on words, has produced a very rich array of insights.

There is a myth about such highs: the user has an illusion of great insight, but it does not survive scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that this is an error, and that the devastating insights achieved when high are real insights; the main problem is putting these insights in a form acceptable to the quite different self that we are when we’re down the next day. Some of the hardest work I’ve ever done has been to put such insights down on tape or in writing. The problem is that ten even more interesting ideas or images have to be lost in the effort of recording one. It is easy to understand why someone might think it’s a waste of effort going to all that trouble to set the thought down, a kind of intrusion of the Protestant Ethic. But since I live almost all my life down I’ve made the effort – successfully, I think. Incidentally, I find that reasonably good insights can be remembered the next day, but only if some effort has been made to set them down another way. If I write the insight down or tell it to someone, then I can remember it with no assistance the following morning; but if I merely say to myself that I must make an effort to remember, I never do.

I find that most of the insights I achieve when high are into social issues, an area of creative scholarship very different from the one I am generally known for. I can remember one occasion, taking a shower with my wife while high, in which I had an idea on the origins and invalidities of racism in terms of gaussian distribution curves. It was a point obvious in a way, but rarely talked about. I drew the curves in soap on the shower wall, and went to write the idea down. One idea led to another, and at the end of about an hour of extremely hard work I found I had written eleven short essays on a wide range of social, political, philosophical, and human biological topics. Because of problems of space, I can’t go into the details of these essays, but from all external signs, such as public reactions and expert commentary, they seem to contain valid insights. I have used them in university commencement addresses, public lectures, and in my books.

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fuckyeahtattoos: Spyro the Dragon and Crash Bandicoot! :)Colour...

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 10:00:29 -0500

fuckyeahtattoos:

Spyro the Dragon and Crash Bandicoot! :)
Colour for Crash is on Tuesday and I’ll be getting backgrounds for them both very soon too!
They were both done by Jesse Dee at Shinto Tattoos, Geelong and I pllan on getting alot more tattoos done by him, so talented!
I played both of these games flat out when I was a child and I thought they deserved to be tattooed on me and I just love them :D

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Mon, 09 Jan 2012 08:36:37 -0500

This one night at the bar I pulled this.

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 08:00:05 -0500

This one night at the bar I pulled this.

williamegilbert-: amazing.

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 16:51:55 -0500

williamegilbert-:

amazing.

Currently in the middle of a marathon…..starting from...

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 08:49:00 -0500

Currently in the middle of a marathon…..starting from episode one. Can our hero finish this feat?

Top Favorite Movies Forever | Scott Pilgrim vs. the World...

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 16:10:05 -0500

Top Favorite Movies Forever | Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)
“I’m in lesbians with you.”

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