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.
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.
Feel the Burn - 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.
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
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.