Nysa, I note, is the birthplace of the god Dionysos: Which brings up a whole lot of to-be-decided-later issues which were never decided: Besides food, what is wine? God to whom? Plus, from what I understand about fetal development, it (wine) ought never, ever to be drunk by women (who might be pregnant). Rationally and ethically that's what I get to. Sorry, Ladies, your right to get drunk has just been curtailed by your potential fetus's right to exist. And no, I don't believe that a central nervous system depressant, like alcohol, ever can get you high, although if it tastes good, and your host is not chary of it, wine may have an improving effect on the people seated next to you at dinner. I'll venture that close to a Metaphysic or Deification of the Blood of the Grape. Ladies--and Dudes--should still imbibe moderately, and should not have any difficulty going potty modestly and discreetly when they need to on account of it, and should never, ever feel like they might be sick. They will be.
I'm for, however, unlimited, adlibitum pre-natal ingestion of cannabis (and tea and chocolate), for both mother and child. For Cannabis both soothes and excites--but never depresses--our body and our mind. Wine, out of season, or not at the right time, will just bring you down. All right, sometimes you need to be down. The rest of the time you ingest stimulants. There's a balance we all set for ourselves naturally--and thanks to the Buddha for pointing out that there are some issues that are normally taken care of, and balances achieved, without exerting a lot of will power. Love, and do and what thou willst, and do what the fuck you want.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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