Tag Archives: Psychedelic

Healing: back on the bus to seitai (w/ lilies & fax)

Riding air condition’d splendor of Uno bus on way to Seitai treatment. Yes, on a Sunday morning. The Doctor only sees patients on days which end with number 1, 3, 6, 8 / somethings you just don’t ask questions about.

exisiting

{produces almost psychedelic experience with tremendous nueromemories long forgotten or sequestered in someway, bound up in neurological and muscle knots in various parts of body / hard to explain except the pathways become smoother >> but it’s a bit of a rocky road to get there}

Everything is analog + there’s always a new flower arrangement in the entryway.

Today’s flowers in Dr office entry

Cash only, in a box. First come/served > write your name on the list (after appropriate bows), patiently wait your turn.

The treatment happens in a tatami mat room with a record player & epic collection of classical records. I took him a gift of a Glenn Gould playing Bach album.

I should note that it’s really fine when the magical dates line up with a day-off Sunday because of construction (previously demolition) on a building next-door which kind of kills the buzz of the quiet peaceful classical music tatami room.

PS there was also a fax machine conundrum on-site / when resolved, delivered news of the passing of another Sensei in hiroshima. Imagine: a group fax to announce your passing

Cartagena to Carolinas (notes from a dream) + ramen vending, octopus slides #diary

It’s March, and I’m so tired. But I was tired and February too so I guess nothing’s changed :) but hey, April is going to be a beauty

This is not a postcard, it’s a cassette tape but hey, it might be traveling from Cartagena to the Carolinas or maybe just to Japan ++ there is a minor chance that the typed liner notes don’t match the actual contents (i started this project before holidays and ended up with a bunch of scattered sheets of different tracklists so I hope I matched the right one up)

Went out for medical treatment today (seitai), had a lovely chat with 2 elder ladies also waiting in tatami mat room clinic, also scribbled some postcards.

Wife and kiddo went for lunch and afterwards, we all went to the park. I sat on the bench.

Now resting in bed.

Noting postcards are mostly for folks who are having a rough time with health challenges themselves. I know how much it means to me when I get a note in the post wormhole so I try to always remember to share a piece of magic paper with a specific thrifty sticker on it with others

I think postal mail c/should be made as though they were generational artifacts. This is not required, just a thought I like to think.

So much fun dropping off letters with the kiddo. Chance to talk about where the letters/cards are going, who the recipient is, and why you’re sending. Geography, communications, empathy, friendship… All in one lesson <3

[Update} Gosh, craziest dreams last night… So vivid and all over the place.

Hit up seitai again and holy smokes… That fccked up vertebrae (lumbar number two) is finally starting to move after a couple years of working around it and today my entire nervous system is buzzing with electricity. Going from my left second toe tracing lines up through my shoulder blade into the back of my skull

Completely wild, I’m trying to lay still but feel like I got jumper cables attached

Just needed to tell someone in case I levitate and float up to outer space


I guess thoughts of passing of a friend combined with seitai treatment, changing of seasons, + medications all cooked up a perfect stew of mental chaos (plus lingering anxiety of leaving in Japan for a trip)

Scenes in Cartegena & Carolinas, various cargo transport airplanes, clues hidden in a smuggled menus, hitchhiking in Spain & meeting up with a band who were partying hard before doing a show at 4 AM at a festival a long way away. Nothing I haven’t done before but still… collaged

Ergo: *finally* getting some L2 nerve compression released after decades of doctors saying “oh it’s nothing, here’s some painkillers” Neural synapses reconnecting is a completely psychedelic & exhausting experience. However i am unable to explain this to my doctor (esp in Japanese)


A picture of the cottage and the tool shed and carport snapped to explain where the solar panels will go but for now… it’s just a picture of the cottage, the tool shed and the car port

Other dis-intermediated maybe semi-related but probably not notes:

Indeed, we’re not “standing on the shoulders of giants” were “leaning against normal sized humans” - like *us* who have just done other things similar before us… Reminds me of cultures passing from shiitake log to shiitake log as they’re leaned up against each other in the woods

(life in Japan is a constant barrage of “wait what? Seriously, they can do that?”)

Just on this day we’d gone to a park with an octopus slide, a medical treatment in a tatami room, a 7-11 for ¥900 lunch/world tour of food, stopped at a bakery that looked like was airdropped in from provincial France… while listening to Wes Anderson’s Isle of dogs soundtrack.


Today saw an oddly placed ramen & gyoza vending machine. no idea how it works nor why *here*
From the van window. We called the van Agnes. Shall I post a zoomed in shot? OK.
No, I do not know how this works and I would investigate but the placement is very strange and inconvenient. So we go on

Harmonica and Hash at the Hume – Choogle On! #100

Harmonica and Hash at the Hume – Choogle On! #100
Harmonica and Hash at the Hume – Choogle On! #100

photo by UW on Christmas Eve at the hotel bar, art’ed up by Bread the Producer who also edited and mixed this episode

During the Festive season – holed up at an historic hotel in Nelson BC sampling local hashish – a sloppy Uncle Weed stumbles through stories with the loquacious harmonica master Xomaha who shares songs and harp licks while annotating the history of the mouth harp from German beer halls to American plantations.

Along with wise ganja analysis comes a story about a trippy night in Peru influenced by giant psychedelic Morpehus mushroom moths; his roots from Seattle “paying dues” in a changing city; youthful times in the Bay Area seeing Taj Mahal, Grateful Dead, Crosby Stills and Nash, Jefferson Airplane, Steve Miller, Cat Stevens… Plus anecdotes from Hunter S. Thompson and Dalai Lama, and a call to action to contribute to the collective intelligence. 

Hunker down for Harmonica and Hash at the Hume – Choogle On! #100 (.mp3, 17:53, 17MB)

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SXSW Stories from Middle Earth – Choogle On! #79

SXSW Stories from Middle Earth – Choogle On! #79
SXSW Stories from Middle Earth – Choogle On! #79

Both a preview and recap of SXSW 2009 as Uncle Weed and the Quebecois Correspondent discuss the noted media conference and extravaganza featuring UW’s spiel F@ck  Stats, Make Art – a soliloquy for quality and integrity in creation.

Along with live recordings of Geoff Berner, and The Black Angels comes a recounting a perfect day of upgrading heroes, tasty food, and Austin Psychedelic Music Fest plus more highlights including: RiP Remix Manifesto film, micro-brews at Gingerman, Bruce Sterling, and hugs with new friends.

MISSING Head out to Austin for: SXSW Stories from Middle Earth – Choogle On #79 (.mp3, 33:12, 45MB)

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Rockin to black angels…

Rockin to Black Angels from Austin – they are hosting a 3 day music fest during #sxswi so I’ll catch some tunes between parties

Note: turned out to be an epic night!