Original source seeds from the 70's: Yes I have some

Funny... on some other sites people are reading my thread here, and posting that I was not a chef, I did not have a motorcycle or ride in the 70s in California, and I did not do anything I have posted about doing here regarding weed. One says I am just posting here to convince myself of a bunch of made up stuff. Go figure. Lead, follow or get in the way? Phut. Douchebags prevail the world over. I have the seeds, I have the degrees, I had several motorcycles, I had the 67 Mustang and the 65 Malibu, I have first and last check stubs from every restaurant that I worked at, as well as from every engineering company that I worked for. I retired from the Silicon Valley when I was 47. Like that matters... but really? People think my life is a fantasy. It was another world back then and there, for sure. But it was not fiction. As my book about being a California stoner in the 70s says in the forward, "Nothing in this book is actually true... except for all of it." Yes, I am writing the book this winter. Cancer has made a dent in my immortality.
 
Cancer? Sup? Figure you'll keep getting them? I suppose so. It's a race with the rest of the body, y'know? It's that fuggin entropy nonsense.

But yeah, I should get some stuff done, too. I'm getting a bit short myself. :bongrip:
 
Funny... on some other sites people are reading my thread here, and posting that I was not a chef, I did not have a motorcycle or ride in the 70s in California, and I did not do anything I have posted about doing here regarding weed. One says I am just posting here to convince myself of a bunch of made up stuff. Go figure. Lead, follow or get in the way? Phut. Douchebags prevail the world over. I have the seeds, I have the degrees, I had several motorcycles, I had the 67 Mustang and the 65 Malibu, I have first and last check stubs from every restaurant that I worked at, as well as from every engineering company that I worked for. I retired from the Silicon Valley when I was 47. Like that matters... but really? People think my life is a fantasy. It was another world back then and there, for sure. But it was not fiction. As my book about being a California stoner in the 70s says in the forward, "Nothing in this book is actually true... except for all of it." Yes, I am writing the book this winter. Cancer has made a dent in my immortality.

I was born 1952, I lived in the times you write about. It was the best time ever to grow up, best music ever, muscle cars, drugs (shit acid was all over the place. Sex, drugs and rock and roll. All I can say BigSur fudge em.


cheers , I'm gooooood for the night.
 
Cancer? Sup? Figure you'll keep getting them? I suppose so. It's a race with the rest of the body, y'know? It's that fuggin entropy nonsense.

But yeah, I should get some stuff done, too. I'm getting a bit short myself. :bongrip:

Its not that the skin cancer may keep coming back. It likely will. When I had the basal cell carcinoma removed, they also froze 3 'pre-cancers' with nitrogen that would have turned into squeamish cell carcinomas. This is also not my first rodeo with cancer. The first was in a colonoscopy 8 years ago. They hauled out a thumb sized polyp out of my ass then. My GI doc told me I would have been dead in 2 years if they had not gotten it out. Stage 0/1, just starting to differentiate. Fully contained in the polyp. I was cured before I knew I had it. Diagnosed by pathology after I was cured, actually. This latest round was a kick in the ass though.

Also aging has other consequences. My mother has Lewy Body Dementia. Its genetic. She cannot recall who I am any more, or where she is or why she is in memory care. I do not want to wind up like that. THC supposedly battles plaques and tangles like it takes on cancer, but it is uncertain if it works for dementia. I would sooner go up to Mt Hood and sit on a glacier during a big storm and become a Popsicle than live like my mother does now. I mean, there is no point at that stage in life. But my mind is still sharp, so I may as well put things into print while I still can. Also it seems that the later generations simply do not believe any of the crap that we did in the 1970s. My nephew thinks his generation legalized pot, that we smoked weenie weed back in the day, and we are just a bunch of old farts. My brother and I lived Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas most days when I was in my 20s. I was immortal. My weed supply was never going to run out. Relationships with women were a revolving door. They came, they went.
 
Ah. My wife's mother had Lewy Body. :confused: I was her errand runner, checking in twice a week as she began to deal with the Parkinson's, which led to L-dopa toxicity, etc. Fun stuff. Didn't help with the dementia, having hallucinations from the L-dopa.

Annnnd, that was my wife's mother, so ...

:)

If it's not one thing, it's another.
 
If its not one thing, its ten others in my book. Yes, my mother is not on L-Dopa, but she hallucinates a lot. Common with LBD. Lately she sees a man from Venezuela entering her room and exposing himself. With LBD, when they see that it is raining purple cats, you have to deal with them like it is raining purple cats. She thinks a man came in and exposed himself. OK. What did he say? Nothing... ah... in my mom's case, her hallucinations are only visual. No audio. That is how I can differentiate her reality from non-reality. So I look around and cannot find the man from Venezuela. We look for him and he is not there in her room. I play jazz music on her CD player, and she shifts into another state. Dunno what it does, but it works on her. So she settles down. She is a full time job managing her health care, retirement income, insurance benefits, memory care, and all that. Fortunately she has CalPERS long term health insurance which pays the majority of the costs. I could not have her here to look after all the time. She is in diapers and incontinent. They called me yesterday to say that memory care now has an outbreak of norovirus, which she apparently has contracted. Norovirus is common on cruise ships and retirement homes. Anywhere that a lot of people are cooped up together. They may have to go into lock-down for it. We shall see. She is 92 now. Her brother is in the same state with LBD in hospice care in the Carolinas. Robin Williams also had LBD. He did the right thing IMO, though everyone thinks its a terrible thing for him to have done. It took guts and realization and action.

Getting old is not for the weak.
 
So yours doesn't hear the giggling children. And mine had a guy sitting on her toilet most of the time and "he doesn't look so good". A "Mexican" hung around outside her window ...

But she was a naturally kind-hearted woman - I'm grateful for that. :love:
 
So yours doesn't hear the giggling children. And mine had a guy sitting on her toilet most of the time and "he doesn't look so good". A "Mexican" hung around outside her window ...

But she was a naturally kind-hearted woman - I'm grateful for that. :love:

Ah, well my mom saw a black man in the shower a lot too. 'Cept she called him the n word. Which is odd, as she was never racist. Ever. Her mother though, she was a racist's racist. My mother also saw my brother visiting her at night and straightening up her art on her walls in memory care. She says he is usually floating when he does that for some reason.

My mother was very nice and she had a million friends. She was an artist. She lived in Carmel, California until we had to drag her up here a few years ago. She hated the move, and blames me for it still. Inhale, exhale. No mother, there is no ocean view like you had in Carmel. Sigh. Thank the goddess for the Carmel Foundation though. Cheap rent for elderly low income locals in fixed up motel suites around Carmel. I would have left her there, but they require that you be ambulatory and she could not climb the stairs any more. She got a good 10 years out of that place though. Right next to the Library on Delores.
 
Anther thing is the HS reunion notes that I get every year. Every year there are more friends of mine from high school on the mortality list that are no longer. I mean, shit, I knew him since we were in 4th grade. I dated her in the 9th grade. He was my best friend in jr. high. She was a sweetheart. That shit eats at me. Its... esh... reality biting my ass.
 
Lots of advancements being made on Alzheimers and those type diseases. I have a buddy that is a brain guy and getting ready to move down to Morgantown WV to work at the university there. The guy he be working for there has essentially cured Alzheimers. Found a way to go break to the blood brain barrier and can reverse the effects of it. Let me see if I can find the article.......pretty cool shit.


Here it is. He's gonna be working directly for the guy the came up with the procedure.

West Virginia University selected as first site to launch an innovative clinical trial for Alzheimer’s | School of Medicine | West Virginia University
 
Sorry to hear about your mom, mine is suffering massively from dementia (more from being a lifelong alcoholic than anything else I am sure). Its tough to talk to her anymore. A 5 minute phone conversation leaves her repeating the same thing over and over, she doesn't remember anything. Tough to deal with it. My heart goes out to anyone that has to deal with watching a loved one degrade and become a shell or less of their former self. I am right there with ya on going out in the woods and freezing to death over living that type of life, fook that type of existence. Its ain't living in my mind.

Let us know when the book comes out. I am an avid reader and am always looking for new stuff to read.
 

Looks promising. I have read lately that they think that Alzheimer's may be due to latent HSV1 virus attacking brain cells. Sort of like Chicken Pox causing Shingles later in life. Something like 90% of the population has HSV1. But I am apt to get LBD not Alzheimer's. LBD may be the same as Parkinson's, just in a different part of the brain. They may all be related diseases, or just different versions of the same disease. I find that most doctors know ZERO about dementia. They say that they cannot accurately diagnose my mother until her autopsy. But it is bloody obvious that she has LBD. Her brother was diagnosed with LBD.

Also the Israelis... they are farking smart. I worked with a lot of Israelis and Israel companies when I was an engineer. They have done more Cannabis research in Israel than anyone else on the planet. While we bicker with ancient dogmatic religious Cannabis prohibitionists here in the states, wasting time on endless BS politics and spending BILLIONS on election campaigns. Its farking pathetic.
 
Yeah its fascinating stuff the brain. My buddy that is going to start working there with him has been doing some interesting work with SpecOps forces. They are starting to do a lot of research on the brain and the stresses of combat and how to increase our efficiencies in combat situations. They are trying to understand the effects of all different variables on neurological functions when stressed and why some individuals things slow down and others can't cope. We have talked while medicated many times and he blows my brains away with all the stuff we talk about. I know squat about medical stuff.....so its fascinating. And yes, Israel is so far ahead of us when it comes to cannabis research. They don't have the bullshit money in politics that we do and there is no reason for them not to explore the truths about the plant and its medicinal benefits.
 
Hey, a Jack Herer plant followed me home tonight from a dispensary here. It has been on my watch list for a while now. Said to be a cross of Haze, Skunk and Northern Lights, this one is a sativa leaning pheno. Said to be great day weed. Jack was a local fixture here in Portland until he died. His head shop the Third Eye was run by his son Mark in Portland on Hawthorne Blvd after he died. They closed up shop last year due to lagging sales and increases in employee health care costs.

Viva Sativa!
 
Hey, a Jack Herer plant followed me home tonight from a dispensary here. It has been on my watch list for a while now. Said to be a cross of Haze, Skunk and Northern Lights, this one is a sativa leaning pheno. Said to be great day weed. Jack was a local fixture here in Portland until he died. His head shop the Third Eye was run by his son Mark in Portland on Hawthorne Blvd after he died. They closed up shop last year due to lagging sales and increases in employee health care costs.

Viva Sativa!
I grew Jack Herer from a clone two yrs ago. Fantastic plant, great yielder, but they definitely wanna go big. Despite LST, topping, and a not so sunny location, mine hit 7+ feet high. Got no doubts that it woulda gone10 or 12 feet high, easily if I hadn't done LST, etc.

But most importantly, it's just great sativa smoke...leggy energetic buzz. Just smoked the last of it from '16 this week & I'm gonna miss it...probably will pick up a retail gram in a month or so for the kit.

Grow on!
 
Big Sur ignore the people that are saying those things, that is why I’m not on any other sites too much BS. I lived through the times you described and those people wish they could have. I’ve had more fun in my life than 10 lifetimes. Not a lot of fun now as I’m dealing with a 93 year old mother with dementia and is healing from a broken hip! It is tough duty for caretakers but we do what we must.

Please write your book we at 420 will read it if given the chance we enjoy your knowledge.

:passitleft:
 
Big Sur ignore the people that are saying those things, that is why I’m not on any other sites too much BS. I lived through the times you described and those people wish they could have. I’ve had more fun in my life than 10 lifetimes. Not a lot of fun now as I’m dealing with a 93 year old mother with dementia and is healing from a broken hip! It is tough duty for caretakers but we do what we must.

Please write your book we at 420 will read it if given the chance we enjoy your knowledge.

:passitleft:


Thanks man. Yes, my mother also fell and broke her hip last spring. She then had a metal hip replacement. Was walking the next day! The physical stuff they can fix these days is amazing. The mental stuff though, like Dementia, not so. Sad sad sad. I went to see my mom yesterday. She did not know who I was, but she did not want me to leave either. So she knew who I was on some level, just not verbally.

Oddly when my mom broker her hip, when they gave her Oxy she became lucid. She remembered everything and made the decision to have surgery like she was sane again. Weirdest thing. I have talked to others that say the same thing about their parents with dementia being on opioids. One woman told me that her mother chatted away on Morphine, and before that and after she could not finish a sentence to save her life. Opioids seem to hold a key to dementia symptoms.
 
I grew Jack Herer from a clone two yrs ago. Fantastic plant, great yielder, but they definitely wanna go big. Despite LST, topping, and a not so sunny location, mine hit 7+ feet high. Got no doubts that it woulda gone10 or 12 feet high, easily if I hadn't done LST, etc.

But most importantly, it's just great sativa smoke...leggy energetic buzz. Just smoked the last of it from '16 this week & I'm gonna miss it...probably will pick up a retail gram in a month or so for the kit.

Grow on!

Thanks, I will keep that in mind. I grew a J1 plant last year and it was the opposite. It was a runt only 2 feet tall when I harvested it. I keep them potted in plastic tubs so that keeps the size down. I also grow at cooler temps now to keep the stretch down. I also pinch my plants to keep them lower and more bushy. I will also cross this with some pollen I have from a Durban landrace. Durban Jack in the making. Or Jack Durban would be more botanically correct. Hybrids are alsways listed as female x male. Ladies first.
 
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