Here's a thought... I'd appreciate yours, too.

Myrrh is some powder that was burned a lot when I used to go to my catholic church…

Doing a little research I see it has analgesic properties.

So would burning myrrh during a church session grant the attendees the false feeling of being healed for being in church?

For example… someone who’s had a bad headache all day goes to church and suddenly feels better after smelling that burning powder wouldn’t give credit where it belongs.

Also, would it be possible for people to unknowingly become addicted to this analgesic, feeling the need to go back to church?

July 17th, 2011 - later

Tumbled down my front stairs and walked the streets to grab dinner/breakfast/whatever you call your first meal of the day when it is 8pm at night, I’m not counting that 5am kebab, even if the garlic sauce taste still lingered.

What tipped me over the edge last night? What let me release, my emotional analgesic. Definitely the monologue from Keith factored. Huh, really it more than factored, it was the right sort of hammer blow to the head. Released those evil humours rather than killed me. The best dark ages quack would have been proud. And the words. These all powerful words. Pff, they were a trifle. It was the actions which they portrayed. The recent actions of my sweet beautiful angel. Knowing of this event robbed the last thing there was, my respect for her, my salute to her unerring class and style.

Now gone.

I cut my final pathetic cord and felt whole.

Dinner was at an open air French baristeraunt, populated most loudly by French moneyed hipsters.

Living in America it seems had released an affected energy, all exaggerated actions and joyfullness. I looked around me making sure this caricature of French people wasn’t a candid camera set-up, there was far too much joie de vivre for a Sunday at now 10pm. It was however infectious and this wasn’t all, the bartender, serial recommender and baby faced assassin was English. All conspiratorial tone, leaning in close, giving a sense of importance to his imparted advice on what was the best item on the menu, a secret, best not to be said too loud. How he got here I do not know but he seemed to fit in, his occasional dropped French word completing his earnestness.

It was a rowdy group of misfits and an interesting beginning to my first Sunday night in NYC as a free man.

“This is the reason why your headache didn't go away: That's actually pronounced analgesic, not anal-gesic. Sir, the pills go in your mouth.”

—Scrubs

Feel the Burn - Atomic Balm

Atomic Balm

When I ran cross country in high school in the late ‘70’s, we used to use an sticky, orange subtance known as Atomic Balm to help warm up our muscles before races, especially on cold days. 

Atomic Balm worked well, but it had a few drawbacks.  You couldn’t get it off your hands or your legs for days and if any of it accidently got on your more sensitive areas, you ran screaming for the showers.

I checked recently and apparently they still make it.  Rumor has it that it’s not the same formula that they used in the old days, but it’s still pretty hot. 

Has anyone used Atomic Balm recently?  How does it compare to the old formula?  Tell me in the comments.

Project Scrubsicle: Day Ninteen

“See, this is the reason your headache didn’t go away. That’s actually pronounced AH-NALgesic, not AY-NALgesic. Sir, the pills go in your mouth.” - Turk

Kenichi Shows California Is The Beginning Of A Long Global Fight

tokeofthetown.com

I have been following this guy’s case obsessively for twenty four hours now… and I’ve run out of shit to follow. It seems that nobody gives one single toke about this guy.

And yet, those among us who smoke cannabis, and who work towards one worldwide rotation, should be very concerned with this.

Kenichi Nalita suffers from Crohn’s disease, a gastrointestinal (GI) disorder that happens when one’s immune system starts to get right pissed at one’s gastrointestinal tract. The immune system will start to attack the GI tract, resulting in inflammation.

In layman’s terms: You will have painful, fiery diarrhea… and, if the friction of fiery diarrhea is agitating enough to your inflamed GI walls, you may possibly crap out some of your own blood.

Crohn’s disease has no cure… however, luckily for us humans, there is a natural, harmless, and effective way of treating the disease and the symptoms. Diet and lifestyle change is part of it, but one of the better treatment options is… CANNABIS.

Science has taught us that cannabis is a natural analgesic/anti-inflammatory. This means that it uses your body’s own internal chemicals and regulating mechanisms to relax you, and it is also an excellent preemptive treatment for inflammation.

You can imagine what a big difference this makes to Kenichi Nalita’s quality of life. I leave a stool sample behind about once or twice a day, depending on my diet, and my stool is nice, soft, and lumpy. I consider the whole experience to be extremely satisfying, on the whole.

However, I might not speak so highly of the experience if it involved blood and the sensation that my sphincter was on fire. In fact, under such circumstances, I am fairly certain I would dread my trips to the restroom.

But, like a good medical doctor, Dr. Dre gives us the answer: Smoke weed everyday.

Nalita himself says in the tokeofthetown.com article,

“I’m a patient of Crohn’s disease. And I guess you might know that my disease is able to be taken care of by a couple grams of cannabis per day. It controls my immune system and inflammation, and also helps rebuilding mucous membranes in my bowel. That’s exactly what Western medications (steroids, immune inhibition treatment, anti-inflammatories) are trying to do, and it’s even better, without any diet limitation and no severe side effects.”
This author will be the first to admit: I am a champion of cannabis legalization and regulation, mostly for reasons that have nothing to do with medical use. However, I can certainly empathize with a man whose options are:
A.) Constantly vomit and expel fiery, bloody feces, plus suffer bouts of abdominal pain.
B.) Seriously modify entire diet and lifestyle to mold them around NOT-crapping fire.
C.) Use cannabis to naturally activate endogenous cannabinoid receptors involved in a variety of natural bodily healing processes. (This is the “Smoke weed everyday” option)
As you can see, in Nalita’s case, it is hardly a matter of addiction to getting high. He, like many of us here in the United States, turned to an illegal drug market to take care of his medical needs.
However, also like the United States, there is the risk of running into cops and giving your life up to the whims of the legal system. That is exactly what happened to Kenichi; he was busted for possession of cannabis.
He tried to make the argument for medical use, but it is not even okay to talk about accepted medical use of cannabis in Japan. Ironically, the reason it is illegal in Japan is because of laws passed under Douglas MacArthur. In the wake of World War II, Douglas MacArthur, an American General and Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, was made interim leader of Japan from 1945 - 1948. In 1948, he drafted a new constitution for Japan along with several corollary laws. Apparently, one of these was Taima
Torishimaru Ho, the Cannabis Control Act. Under this law, there is no accepted medical use of cannabis, nor can there be any research into its potential medical use.
Naturally, under a legal framework like that, Kenichi encountered severe opposition to the notion that his cannabis use was medical. So, after checking with his lawyers that he was innocent until proven guilty, Kenichi came to California and sought out a medical cannabis recommendation through all of the proper channels. He even got a medical card from the very same Patient I.D. center that I got mine from in downtown Oakland.
Despite a 10 page letter from his recommending physician, and despite his own legitimate medical recommendation, the courts in Japan are having none of it. Soon, he will be made to go back to his country and suffer prison. For what? For refusing to crap blood.
I am sorry to be graphic, but I am trying to drive the point home that Kenichi’s life REALLY sucks without cannabis consumption. I am trying to show that, under the circumstances, we would all do the same thing. I can debate for-fucking-ever on the merits of smoking cannabis, but I’ll postpone those arguments now. The fact is, in a just, compassionate world, Kenichi Nalita should be allowed to smoke cannabis so that he doesn’t expel blood and feces violently from his rear. Period.

Since the full tokeofthetown article was published, I have not seen any other progress made. I hope he and his small coalition got in touch with San Francisco NORML. I am following their cause on facebook and so far… nothing.
Unfortunately, a seriously complicating factor in his arrest is the possession of LSD microdots in addition to cannabis. He himself acknowledges that this is a serious logisitical hurdle. As he says to tokeofthetown,
“I know, this is making things more complicated. I use those to control my mental state, to deal with the absurdity of reality. Without the experience, I might not even be alive. I thought about committing suicide thousands of times — it’s also a dangerous side-effect from steroids — till I reached my own decision to ‘accept my own fate,’ after diagnosis. This is my philosophy. I am always trying to take science’s way of thinking.”
Not enough evidence exists for lore20 to either condemn or condone Nalita’s use of LSD. This particular author remains empathetic with his uses. Still, one of the most fundamental lessons of the drug war is thus: Keep your medications separate! Just like when you mix them, the effects are stronger… well, so are the consequences. But that is another post, for another time…

Unfortunately, the fact remains that many will not take his case seriously due to the LSD. If he gains asylum, it WILL be a huge step towards legalization, since the federal government will be openly acknowledging its medical use in a court case. Unfortunately, the LSD makes it all too easy to write him off as “just another druggie.”
Still — don’t give up hope! Write your congresspeople, spread the word to your friends/family/co-workers, and grow and smoke cannabis! Don’t let Kenichi’s fighting be in vain! You could be there too, someday!
Until then, we will keep growing, we will keep smoking, we will keep advocating. We are Cannanymous.

Cheap yet Epektib Analgesia.

Pag inaatake ka tlga ng sakit ng ulo, nagiging inutil ka sa pisikalan. Halos lahat ng galaw mo may limitasyon. At madalas sumpungin tong kokote ko these past few days dulot ng droga, hormones, bipolar weather, tao, bagay at pangyayari. 

Di nako nasanay. Ang maganda dito, tatawagan ka ng kaibigan mong nakaregister sa unli-call tas mag-uusap kayo at dededmahin ang nararamdaman ng ibang taong nakakarinig sa usapan niyong malalim yet mababaw. Un ung pinakalatest na tawa kong nagtagal at napapatakip tlga ako ng bibig dahil naghehello na ung gilagid ko. Di ko namalayan nilabasan na pla ako………ng endorphins at nawala na ung pisikal pain.  HOHO

To Inday,

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Mint

In this week’s post we’re going to chase the dragon, which at first blush sounds a little hardcore for meek little mint. But trust me, mint knows how to party better than you might think. No wonder our parents were so big on grasshopper pie back at those 1970s dinner parties. So gather ‘round the fondue pot, and let’s get this going.

From gum to hand lotion to cigarettes, mint is everywhere, all over the world. Because they grow networks of horizontal roots that connect the plants (stolons), they’re very hardy and very invasive. Once mint takes root in your garden, it’s not going to want to leave. Kind of like those raccoons under my porch.

The mintyness (not a real word) of mint comes from the chemical menthol, which makes up anywhere from 40-90% of the essential oil from the plant. Why such a big difference? Well, there are about 18 different species of mint, and their mintyness varies from one to the next.

Menthol can do two very cool things. The first, which I’ve already implied, is act as an opioid. “But wait,” you’ll say. “I spent a week in Chiang Mai, and mint does not do that!”

Calm down, friend. Sometimes the truth is difficult: there are 4 different types of opioid receptors in your body, and not all of them trigger happy-fun-times. Menthol triggers your kappa opioid receptors, and acts as a mild analgesic (numbing agent) in your peripheral sensory neurons (like the ones in your skin). There are kappa opioid receptors in your brain, just not in the parts that can get you high. They’re in the boring parts.

This explains why you’ll find mint in creams that soothe skin pain or itching. It’s a complement to the actual medicinal ingredient that adds a pleasant scent and also contributes a bit to the soothing effect.

Speaking of soothing, the other cool thing that mint can do is make you feel … cool. Menthol can chemically trigger a receptor in your body called TRPM8 (or, transient receptor potential cation channel subfamily M member 8, if you’ve got time to spare) and make you feel cold even when you’re not. It’s also called your “cold and menthol receptor 1” (CMR1), which makes a bit more sense. These receptors are found mostly in your nerves, since that’s how you feel things, but they’re also in your lungs, bladder and prostate (you have one too, ladies, it’s just a little different).

Research has found that if you knock out the gene that encodes TRPM8 in mice, they’ll have a significantly reduced ability to feel cold. It’s like a super power, right?! Immunity to cold! Not really. Just because you can’t feel the cold, it doesn’t mean that it’s not freezing you to death.

Again, what a rip off.
Mint Man would be a lame hero anyways. But he’d always be kissably fresh. 

My bug bite cream says "Analgesic"

And I know what it really means, but all I can think of is

“The reason why your headache’s not going away is because it’s pronounced analgesic, not anal-gesic. The pills go in your mouth.”

Waves

I don’t notice I’ve stopped breathing 
until it seems like it would be a good idea to start again
I feel as if my legs are fused together
and fall asleep dreaming of the sea

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