Peter Matthiessen

I've been circling around Peter Matthiessen for several months now. I remember my mom reading one of his books —The Snow Leopard—and I picked up a copy of that and put it on the To Be Read pile. And then more recently the movie At Play in the Fields of the Lord, which is based on a Matthiessen novel, kept coming into my head, so I ordered a copy of that. Before it arrived, however,  I decided that I needed to read the book before rewatching the movie, so I ordered a copy of the novel.  I started reading it right away, just a few pages, and somehow (don't remember how)  found out that Matthiessen had written a book on Leonard Peltier. That one, which is called In the Spirit of Crazy Horse, was available at the library, and it is in my hot little hands right now. I think it's going to be my next DDR after the AFL book.

I also saw a very nice copy of The Peter Matthiesen Reader at Better World Books for a pittance, so....

P.S. Speaking of Better World Books, my other favorite online bookstore, they do some lovely things with a portion of their profits. For instance, this showed up after I placed my order today:

So...you know what to do!

Ebrie, cave OR Mushrooms and Moi

I've never taken any kind of mushroom before...excepting the kind you put on a salad. But I've been reading some things, and my interest level finally reached the tipping point, so I stopped in at 502 Hemp (👍👍👍💪) and consulted my friend Rocko about what 🍄 product would be the best choice to blow my mind.

Rocko handed me 

Which sounded like the perfect ticket. On the back there was a dosage guide:

Mr. DeMille?

Well. As tempted as I was to go whole hog on this, I thought I'd better bend to discretion for my first 🍄 outing, so I broke off two of the 16 pieces.

After an hour I started feeling that special feeling. I was excited. More than ready to have my 🤯. 

I waited.

And waited.

The feeling began to recede. 

And then 🐡 it was gone.

Ok. Clearly I'd lowballed it. So the next day I ate the rest, clearly putting me into the WALLS MIGHT MELT category.

After a little while I started to get that special feeling.

I waited.

And waited.

The feeling began to recede. 

And then 🐡 it was gone.

Razz a frazzin frickin frackin...that shit cost me $25.

Back to Delta 8 and / or 9 for me.

Three Sheets to the Wind

The surprising things you learn when you read:

https://www.etymonline.com/word/canvas

In the book I'm reading (Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh), when the boss is away the sailors smoke Ganga. If they don't have any, they scrape the sails and smoke that.

 

Billy Jack, anyone?

Not only do I own the whole series of Billy Jack movies...I actually saw the second one (Billy Jack 1971) in the theater. But until ten minutes ago I had no idea that there were Billy Jack novels:

Billy Jack by Frank and Teresa Christina

&

The Trial of Billy Jack by Howard Liebling

Both of them are a bit pricey...upwards of $25 on Amazon...but the latter is available for free at 

https://archive.org/details/trialofbillyjack0000howa

Yesiree Bob. 

A nice surprise.

I was reading Maria of Guadalupe by Paul Badde to Jacqueline today and ran across this:

Which made me exceedingly happy because

"Spalato is the Italian name for the city of Split, Croatia."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spalato_(disambiguation)

And 

is one of my all-time favorite novels.

Thanks, Universe.