It's not so much that globalization is bad, its more like the fact that the U.S. is bullying poor countries to open up their markets while at the same time paying massive subsidies to their own farmers that's bad.

Face it - the U.S. doesn't want free trade, they want to impose trade relationships for their own benefit without giving a fuck about who in the rest of the world (which doesn't even exist to most americans) suffers.

smells like spaghetti and meatballs

i LOVE emotional dnb. bring on the trance'n'bass!

I really don't know if I can offer any words beyond the great advice that was already said, but I'll try my best..

Accept the impermanancy of life and everything within it. View your relationship as a stage that has come to an end, but be thankful that you were able to love and learn and grow during your time together. Then release the past from your mind. Embrace your newfound independence and the vast horizon of possibility that stretches before you. Treasure your friends and the mutual support you offer each other. Whatever you do, don't bottle up your feelings..release them and move on.

yeah, i remember last year there was no snow so people didn't go

Let there be snow...and SNOwBAlL FIGHTS!

its at times like these that i really wish i had internet at home

i really think alot of you people don't get the point of what this is about. it's not to bring down all the evil corporations in one day. its to increase your OWN awareness of how you make your purchases, just as fasting increases your awareness of food once you begin eating again

now that you mention it, perhaps i will

i'm going! i don't know how i'll deal with all the happy hardcore, but i'll do my best to enjoy it..and i'm most def looking forward to tipsy's set

Thanks alot Fred. I don't think that drugs have been the only factor that has been an influence on me, probably alot less than travelling, but I can't deny that drugs play a significant role in my life.

and to everyone complaining about my long posts, here's a great solution for dealing with it: DON'T READ THEM!

glad u had a good time! ..i shoulda gone

someone please break my fingers so i stop posting

awww sharon is soo full of LOVE!!

i'll actually be SMILING next time i take the metro

cheezy trance is all about over-the-top emotional expression. was this moment made for trance, or was trance made for this moment? i always love hearing trance at the end of parties

Good to have u back on ravewave seb...i really regret not have been able to visit you due to the strike. hey, on the bright side, at least its not so busy at the store that u still can find the time to post on ravewave :)

wait till u read my review haha, fucked up doesn't even BEGIN to describe it

"I'm like Jesus on mush"

Last night will go down in the collective memory of those who experienced it, as I did, as among the most blissfully beautiful nights of fucked-UP-ness (in the best possible way) imaginable. After not taking any drugs for a relatively lengthy period of time (3 weeks), I decided to indulge myself in my favorite of conscienceness enhancing substances, in the company of an extraordinary group of people.

To provide a glimpse of my state of mind during that night, consider this telegram I sent to my sober mind, from my drug-enhanced mind: "Sunday, the 23rd of November, 2003, 4:35AM - the moment that shit changed." Or did it? Have we improved somehow, or is it all illusory? In my opinion, the drug experience has the capability to change us for the better - but the experience of insight attained while on drugs, alone, doesn't change much.

Insight is only significant if it is accompanied by action, which in turn rewires our brain's code to enable us to perform that same action while sober. In a sense, I beleive drugs (psychedelics in particular) can act as enourmous catalysts for the deliberate modification of learned behavior, but only when it is used consciously as a tool for that purpose.

This weekend was life-altering for me for more then one reason: Jessica, a good friend of mine from t.o, just moved up to montreal with me. If you haven't yet met her you will, and you will LOVE her, cuz she is a fucking incredible person. My one regrettable action while on mush was flirting with her 'ardcore and getting rejected, in the process damaging the trust that we had built up, but now that its been done I can now work to rebuild that trust with a greater sense of understanding. Okay...enough of my rambling, on to the story!

The night began in earnest when we showed up at some people's house in the mcgill ghetto (URGH i forgot alot of their names but they were all awesome). Amazingly, it turns out that many of Jess's T.O friends are friends with my Montreal friends without us even realizing it - its like a whole network of party kids, transcending geographical boundaries, all united not by a common political ideology but simply by a common mutual acceptance of each other's inner beauty.

After chilling for a while and watching a bit of 6 feet under (nothing like that to liven up the party atmosphere!) Fred, Julian, Mo'lissa, Charlie and others showed up, and they headed to the mountain while I had to go back to my place to stock up on mush. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find them back on the mountain, as I was coming from an opposite direction, but following a combination of intuition, sketchy phone directions, and the annoying (but finally useful!) 737 spotlight as a landmark, I was finally to able to rejoin my comrades in mush. In fact, the walk there (tho i was sober) was beautiful and trippy as hell - wandering alone along winding pathways bounded by rows of graceful trees illumanated in the moonlight was an experience to cherish. (try this sometime - yes YOU!)

Once back in the group, we wandered around for awhile, first planning on setting up a campfire somewhere, but we were all kinda cold so that idea didn't catch on too well. Stopping for a bong hit, I ate my aprox. 3 grams of ground up mush along with a yummy chocolate bar, then Julian as the most clear-headed out of all of us led us back to Charlie's place. Along the walk I felt an enourmous tingly sense of anticipation built up within me, starting from my stomach and radiating outwards, and at that point i KNEW that it would be a hellava trip.

Arriving at Charlie's place, I had a sudden urge to exspress myself, and starting babbling away - unfortunately I was abit in my own world and insensitive to where other people were at in their trips, so like a radio station with noone attuned to the proper frequency, I failed to find a suitable outlet for my thoughts. At that point I became aware of really starting to trip, and, sailing along the rivers of consciousness to reach the mysterious ocean of the uknown, gazed inwards in meditative thought. Julian was trying to get me to contain my mush craziness, but then the Animatrix was put on which was a lil too much brain candy for me at the time =p so I went back to viewing the other animation that was unfolding on the insides of my eyelids.

I'm becoming increasingly aware that I'm in danger here of typing forever, so i'll try to stick to the highlights in point form:

-hearing the alphabet soup of several combinations of letters being offered to me, yet i was plenty happy where i was (with a little hash of course)

-accidentally inhaling hash through my nose and erupting in bursts of peeling laughter

-having sooo much fun making facial expressions by myself in the bathroom mirror. i gotta learn from gen how to do this better tho :p

-trippy telepathic abilities with charlie...i could actually SENSE his mind, it was incredible

-fred BAHAHAHA ur so great it hurts...thanks for being there cuz u were probably the one person there that understood where i was at the most, and who i could relate my thoughts to the best

-meeting a really smart guy called dave that despite his annoying habit of starting and ending each sentence with 'dude' (dude, where's my car, duuuude) was really great to know once we connected on a deeper level

-charlie's craaazy skilled trance dance and my freaky liquid flow on the dance floor of his bedroom, i don't even KNOW how much shit i broke in the process

-coming down, asking what time it is, and upon hearing its only 5:30 exclaiming "we have sooo much time! isn't this wonderful?"

-"you want me to be your strict daddaay don't u" (me to jess in my obnoxious flirting mode, i still got much love for ya even though we will just be really good friends)

and here are some of my thoughts, insights, and revelations that occured to me while tripping:

-if you can relive a past event so vividly that you feel you are experiencing it, or imagine yourself in the future so concretely that you can see it unfolding, then the imaginary boundaries between past, present, and future dissolve instantly like so many other illusions

-paradoxically, many works of art or ideas that are considered 'genius' are only understood by a select few, so the consensus opinion is most certainly not the more correct one. is "consensus reality" also just as flawed? some exeptions can be found, however, notably the bible, which despite the fact that by many measures of "objective" criteria is a terrible piece of writing, has somehow managed to endure and touch millions of us, because it is a collection of the collective writings and thoughts of several of history's enduring geniuses (solomon, for example)

-superficially we are all different, yet strip away the effects of social conditioning, and we are more alike then the intact ego will ever dare to admit. the people i shared the experience with ranged from straight-A mcgill students to high school dropouts, yet we all belonged together, there was noone who was out of place.

-drugs can eliminate sensitivity to negative feedback, disinhibiting ourselves and allowing us to follow our inner voice that says 'yes' without the prescense of the sober voice that keeps repeating 'no'. by de-sensitizing ourselves to negative feedback while sober, we can recreate the freedom and lack of inhibition we feel on drugs.

These are but a few drops of my be-mushroomed liquid thoughts which I managed to solidify on paper. As the ego re-established itself as surely as it dissolved but a few hours before, I had no choice but to accept re-integration into consensus reality, meditating for a short while before passing out in deep sleep, thankful to this earth's incredible botany for providing such a wonderful tool for our use.

we are such beeZarre geniuses..or at least i am :p

i really think that of all the people on this board that i've met, there's hasn't been ONE of you that hasn't amazed me, each in ur own way.

ps. i can't wait for sharon to bring in some hate to my thread

hey, that could work, though its something i'd rather NOT see

big UP da nitrous!! pure jungleCORE stylez. seriously, that set was incredible.

my friend just moved in with me from toronto, so for a change i'm NOT bored

i think its a good idea, not because its gonna really hurt corporations, but because buying nothing for 24hrs will make people more conscience of just how consumerist our society is

yeah, but she wont be in montreal for awhile

hehe case in point. the only place u ever smacked me was my ass.

Ever notice how people tend to come across as more 'badass' over the internet then they do in person? I think I fit into this category...maybe its cuz of the lack of an immediate responce, so u don't really care what u say...or maybe its just cuz thats what ravewave is like and people who post here conform to that badass 'tude.

dayum. i wonder what electronic or other music acts nowadays are gonna be big in the next 10 years

hi, i'm dan and i'm HIV negative

thanks alot vince! i will pass on the info

^^^cuz she's a CRACKA...tastes good with cheeze!

somehow this thread started out being about happy hardcore and ended up being about suicide...quite fitting in my opinion

yeah, all those complicated suicide preparations might be so stressful you might decide not to even commit suicide after all

this will prolly be my last party in montreal for a few months *tear*

mushrooms

cuz theyr'e craaazay just like me

the only somewhat embarassing one posted so far was 1.0

besides, you can't even prove who was typing that cuz its just an internet account

montreal seems to be one of the hardest cities to find basic work

what pisses me off even more is that the difference between the union's position and management's is so small, its not even worth going to strike over

hmmmm..so what other jobs can non-french speaking people get?