let all the ravers come aboard, two by two..

true dat seb

given that this is ravewave, i was expecting more answers by now heh

hmm i'll have to check the ethernet card thing

i DISAGREE STRONGLY.






nothing less than half a chicken will satisfy me

One of the most briliantly fucked up movies I have ever seen. Like a shot of meth to the brain, Miike overloads the senses with some of the most mesmerizing scenes of sadistic violence I have witnessed on the screen. It makes another one of his popular films, "Audition", seem like a kiddie movie. The "hero" in this case is Ichi, a bullied and sexually repressed man who is manipulated to kill off the Yakuza crime bosses.
He does so by cutting them to bloody pieces with a retractable shoe blade. Its great stuff!

Have any of you had out of body experiences on ketamine? If you have, please describe it to me. Also, please also include the dose and route of administration (snorted vs injected).

k thanks!

my roommate..need i point out the obvious? she is HAWt!


ya talkin to me? yeah u, u talkin to me? deniro style

i'll trade you my cancerous anus for your cancerous lungs!

haha that picture is hilarious. how long ago was it taken?

i think its ex-smokers who have the most problem being around smoke

i never started smoking, and frankly i dont really care if other people light up

i will treat anyone here to a nice, romantic trendy restaurant meal, followed by an adventurous dash out the bathroom window when the bill arrives ;)

azzizzuzz..are u from lebanon?

yeah the whole mideast thing is pretty bad. last time i went to syria, i had to get a new passport cuz my old one had israeli stamps in it. i'll be going to israel for part of the summer, but i'll make sure they dont stamp my passport

Yes, Lebanon is indeed beautiful. I've only spent one day there on a day trip from Syria (I visited Baalbeck in the morning and Beirut in the afternoon) but it was incredible

I just got word that i got selected by my skool to go on a student exchange next year to a university in...*drumroll*...Thailand! So that's where I'll be living for a year, starting this summer.

I'm probably gonna extend my stay in Asia for another year after that just to travel..i'm hoping to wander through Laos, Cambodia, Bangladesh, India, Nepal, Tibet, Pakistan, Iran, and Syria, in that order.

I feel like a new chapter in my life is soon beginning, but of course that means that what I'm living now is coming to an end. I know I'll defintely carry around great memories of partying with you people...awww, what the hell, I still got a few more months here to make some new memories :)

#1 guilty pleasure:

RAVEWAVE !

haha okay...in summary, i went to the jungle and got fucked up on drugs

Really? You don't drink? Of all the drugs i've done, nothing has ever landed me into the hospital.

Throughout my many excursions into party land, i've always been amused by a colourful and fun-loving tribe decked out in all the shades of the rainbow. I've watched these tribe members exchange ceremonial beads of plastic composition, and listen to them praise the mysterious PLUR. Yet, I never joined their ranks, never understood their tribal customs. That is, until now. Yes, for the occasion of Starlight 2, I would finnaly become one with the candy. Indeed, it was time for me to experience "A Rave in the Life of a CandyKid".

Like any good candykid, my first task of the evening was to assemble with my fellow like-minded candies and make bracelets to wear and give out at the party. I imagined that this task would be blissfully amusing: what better way to while away an evening than joyfully making bracelets, listening to hhc, and discussing appropriate candy topics (like what order we eat our smarties in)??

Alas, my dreams of an idyllic evening were dashed as I began my task. Before my eyes lay an enourmous tub of beads, along with letters, sparkles, and other candy apparatus. My eyes bulged at the gravity and difficulty of the work ahead. I sheepishly sat down, stringing bead by bead in order (orange, blue, yellow, orange, blue..) In little time, I was thoroughly exhausted..this candy business was hard work!!..and I hadn't even finished half a bracelet yet!

An hour later, I had finished two badly
un-colour co-ordinated bracelets, and, symbolically decked out in candy gear, was ready to head out to the party. Alas, what little pride I had left was dashed the moment I arrived...at the party were hundreds of candykids, each wearing beads up to their elbows! Wow, these candykids really were dedicated creatures! I decided that the life of a candykid was just too much work for me, and I would just have to go on being myself.

So to all the candykids out there...I have a newfound admiration for your devotion and hardwork! Keep the candy alive! PLUR! Go forth noble candies, and keep all our parties colourful and happy!

and oh yeah..

i dislike most anime, but Spirited Away is among my favorite movies

jokes don't carry the same bang when on paper

they're meant to be spoken, no, performed

So I finnally wrote up some of my experiences this past summer in s.america. read if you are bored :)


Darkness had fallen by the time I returned to my makeshift tent, perched in the midst of a muddy footpath, somewhere in the Ecuadorian Amazon. I could hear the steady sound of falling water in the distance; only a short hike away was a grandiose, three-tier waterfall that we had trekked all day to reach. My traveling companions, reclining in the tent beside me, were native jungle-dwelling members of the local Shuar community. As if camping out in the jungle with the local indigenous people wasn’t enough of an adventure, I had another reason for being there: I was observing (and participating in) a sacred Shuar pilgrimage rite. The waterfall we had arrived at, after six hours of grueling uphill climbing, was not simply another natural wonder, at least not for the Shuar. Of all the spirits of the jungle, that take the form of rivers, beasts, trees, or earth, Aratum, the spirit of the Sacred Waterfall, stands foremost amongst them in Shuar legend. The muddy, barely visible path through the rainforest, on which we spent the day trekking, only exists because it is the way by which the Shuar reach the waterfall of Aratum. Here the Shuar arrive, just as we had done, to consult with Aratum, and to receive visions of the future.

So, sitting in a cross-legged position on a large, square piece of plastic tarp, our resting place for the night, I listened to the sound of the waterfall, and gazed out at the dark shapes of the jungle. One can’t experience life in the rainforest and remain in the mindset of a tourist. The jungle, for all of its beauty, is a haunting place. The roaring campfire at the entrance to our tent cast dancing patterns of light and shadow on the surrounding foliage. The twisting vines sprung to life from amidst the darkness; the trees swayed in the shifting light. Perhaps this place was inhabited by spirits. I looked up at the brilliant stars shining above, and saw a flash of moving light – a shooting star! Suddenly, another, and a third! It seemed the sky was exploding with them. I listened for the ever-present sound of falling water, and at once the sound of a thousand massive waterfalls assaulted my ears. In the midst of it all, I heard a woman’s muffled cry emanating from inside the tent, which I took to be the wife of my Shuar guide. It seemed as if the many life forms of the jungle, the majestic trees, the fiery red plants, the crawling insects, the fluttering butterflies, and the elusive monkeys, were taking on a supernatural form. And in the midst of this vast, majestic ecosystem sat myself, a weary
Canadian, and four Shuar, huddled beneath a plastic tarp.

How did I arrive at this point of otherworldly transformation? A few hours earlier, around mid-afternoon, my Shuar companions and I had finally arrived at where we now lay, a stone’s throw from the waterfall of Aratum. I watched in amazement as Andres, my guide, skillfully used a machete to remove a few long branches from the surrounding trees, which served as a frame on which he hoisted two pieces of plastic tarp he had brought along. In just a few minutes, our resting place for the night had been constructed. Along with my backpack, some rice and equipment brought by the Shuar family, and a jug of purified water, lay a brilliant yellow-and-green bird with a single bullet wound through its neck. It had met its fate earlier that afternoon, shot down by Toongi’s rifle, while on the trek to the waterfall. Toongi, brother in law of Andres, practices as a shaman, and he would be guiding the ceremony that night. As dusk fell, Toongi summoned us from the warmth of the campfire towards the waterfall, where I could hope for an encounter with Aratum.

As we scrambled down a steep slope to the bottom of the waterfall, Toongi and Andres let out wolf-like howls that were drowned out by the thunder of crashing water. The cold spray hit my face, forcing me to turn away. The presence of the waterfall was overwhelming. It was not hard at all to understand why this very spot, of the entire Amazon rainforest inhabited by the Shuar, is considered to be the most sacred. Toongi carried with him a flask, which he opened, and poured the dark brown liquid into a number of plastic cups. Andres, his wife, Toongi, and I all drank some of the liquid concoction. I knew in advance, from Andres, that the liquid was made from boiling a unique hallucinogenic vine found in the rainforest. Its name, ayahuasca, translates from Quechua as “Vine of the Dead”.

Drinking the plant potion, I reflected on the cultural significance of the experience I was undergoing. The Shuar speak the work ayahuasca in hushed tones, yet accompanied by a twinkle in the eye and a sly smile. The word undoubtedly conjures up memories each Shuar has had with the sacred vine, commonly dating back to the years of early adolescence, when a Shuar first participates in a shamanic rite involving ayahuasca. The name, “vine of the dead”, originates from the belief that the vine facilitates entry into the spirit world, where it is possible to acquire revelations of the future. In addition, ayahuasca is believed to carry health benefits, as the vomiting commonly associated with its digestion is viewed as an act of purification. The authority over the use of ayahuasca is entrusted with the Shaman of each community, who in addition to using plants for spiritual purposes, also prepares and prescribes plant remedies for all manner of health defects. That the role of spiritual facilitator and doctor be entrusted to the same person is perfectly logical in Shuar society; both necessitate knowledge of the properties and beneficial uses of plants found within the local habitat.

The next morning shone with a rare exuberance and wonder. The dense, grandiose vegetation was still moist from the humidity and the previous days’ sporadic rainfall, and reflected the most brilliant shades of green. All my senses, from the rough feel of tree bark to the sound of birds calling, registered the tremendous richness and diversity of life surrounding me. A beautiful green and turquoise butterfly fluttered about, momentarily resting on my hand before lifting off once again. I exchanged a thankful smile with Andres’ wife, as she busied herself roasting the bird that was Toongi’s prey. It would be my last of five days in the Amazon, my last day living amongst the Shuar. And yet at this very moment, as you read this text, Toongi, Andres, and his family are acting out their life’s rituals, somewhere in the deep Amazon rainforest.

is your heart made out of cheerios?

i love the image of the old, white-bearded character

whose the muslim girl?

haha no need to feel dumb. its pretty clear that, yes, i am a nerd

haha even the name 'access hollywood' reflects the deep sadness of anyone who watches it.

Yes, common people!! Hollywood stars are really accesible!!! There just like you and I!! Anyone can be a star, just watch this show to see how the stars behave!!!

*pukes uncontrollably*

i think the inherent problem with anyting entitled a "singles event" is that it smacks of desperation

but then again, i'm single! yes, me me me!

haha sound like whoever this ed guy is he starting thinking along buddhist lines. maybe you just might see him someday at a party wearing a robe, with a shaved head, proslethyzing to all the 'lost souls' :)

This was a topic on another board. This is the answer i posted:

Our minds have internalized ethical codes (ideas of what is right and wrong), which originated from society, religion, our parents, and so forth.

Conscience is the internal voice that judges our actions (or intentions, or thoughts) according to the criteria of the ethical codes which we have internalized. When we perceive our behavior is being other than that which is the perceived "right" behavior, our conscience acts to impose guilt, shame, and regret.

As such, conscience is a powerful mechanism for control over individual behavior. Imagine if you could internalize in others a certain code of what is good or bad - you then gain the power to control the actions of a potentially vast population. I beleive religion (particularly Christianity) and large societies exist precisely because of this form of control.

Yet, many people view themselves as not living up to their ideas of right and wrong, and live in a state of perpetual guilt. What, then, was the cause of the deviance in the first place? The only explanation I can conceive of, is that much of our biological constitution works against the ethical codes we have internalized from others. Thus, when there is biological urge to do something which is in opposition to our internalized beleifs and values, internal conflict results.

Also, we may be carrying around different ideas of what is right and wrong, which we have internalized from different sources. Society, religion, parents, friends, etc may all be issuing different evaluative criteria of what is good. Thus, if we behave according to one set of ethics yet judge ourselves according to another, guilt and self-doubt results.

I see only two possible solutions to lifting the burden of consciencess from our souls:
(1) Accepting one specific code of ethics from a source, and living to the letter according to that code, rejecting all other codes of behavior as being inferior.

(2) Rejecting all external ideas of right and wrong as inherently subjective, thus freeing ourselves from our conscience. Complete acceptance that whatever one has done has been no more or less right than what anyone else would do in that situation.

for some terrible reason, this thread made me think of the will smith song 'wild wild west'







please make it stop.

i'd get eddie murphy to play me. but he'd have to be funny, unlike his last kabillion movies.

damn. i miss oldskool eddie murphy

*hint* you people are supposed to google it *hint*

I dunno...i guess i'll Google it

i live in the plateau, and its my favorite neighborhood i've ever lived in. not much sketch at all imo

WOW..thats a fuckin awesome picture

ahh well, i missed them once again :(

Thanks for sharing that insight about the role of the changing media in raising consciousness concerning the effects of war - I hadn't thought much about that before, and it defintely makes alot of sense. And it also makes me realize how far the media has regressed since then - all we saw of the Iraq war were sanitized flashes of explosives in the darkness, interspersed with a few clips of the army rolling uncontested down the desert. Isn't 'embedded journalism' wonderful?

I think its difficult to estimate the extent to which psychedelics caused, or catalyzed, the changes of the 60's. People that DID use psychedelics, and were involved in social movements, probably have learned not to announce to the world that they took drugs, for obvious reasons. But there is ample reason to beleive that at numerous universities around the U.S., in the '60s-'70s, the use of psychedelics was fairly common. (I can look up some primary sources if you want).

The first step to change is awareness. There cannot be social change unless the wrongs of a society are exposed, and exposed not as the inevitable blemishes of any society, but as wrongs that can be corrected with the proper action. Yet much of conservative religious dogma, the education system, and the effect of social conditioning all tend to uphold the status quo, and discourage change. There are no homeless as long as you don't see them sleeping on the street. There is no poverty as long as its constricted to the 'other' side of town. There is no police abuse unless its videotaped and flashed across every television.

And psychedelics DO raise awareness. They shatter the layer of social conditioning. They reveal that which the mind hides from itself.

Are they the only, or even the preferred means for raising awareness? Of course not, and it would be irresponsible of anyone to suggest so.

congratuations!

just don't play the gamecube WHILE driving

Hahahaha that's fear & loathing?

I accept that Leary and his movement were wildly out of their time, and their ideals could not be accomplished by anything short of a complete world upheaval. But a social revolution DID occur as a result of the hippie idealism, that DID change the fabric of Western society. Compare the 1950's to the 1970's - in just 20 years, social attitudes from everything from civil rights, to minority status, to the consequences of war, to sex, to big business, to gender equality..alot changed. And that change didn't just happen spontaneously, but occured because people like Leary challenged the status quo, and gave rise to a generation with vastly different expectations than their elders.

another great shalom event to look forward too :)