Cannabis, Neuroscience

Anandamide, The Runner's High

?”..The results showed that both the runners and bicyclists had 80% more anandamide in their blood after exercising, with the greatest increase among the runners. They also reported physical feelings similar to marijuana use, such as relaxation, regulated mood, and increased appetite. Plus, they found that tempo running produced the most anandamide of all exercise …” Continue reading

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Technology

Guppy since 2001

I’ve been in my mind for hours now… it’s magical how easy it is inside here in my mind alone. Words and thoughts flow together in a meaningful way, and writing eventually becomes the ultimate form of expression. I’ve been working on websites for my mentor and her husband—I’ve told you about Barbara. Barbara has been doing Airedale Rescue for more than 10 years, and I’ve been supporting her—WOW, I just did a WHOIS lookup… 2001-12-06—online since December 2001.

I used to own the domain: womenonthefly.net. Yes, used to. I’m so upset that in my breakup, my ex-boyfriend/server admin failed—honestly—to renew a few domains for me. Now I just manage www.donyager.com; that’s Barbara’s pro angler husband. Women on the Fly was Barbara’s flyfishing group, of which you might have considered me—gasp—a guppy.

I CRACK MYSELF UP I’M SO FUNNY!

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Cannabis

Kennedy Talks About Medical Pot

Reversing his previous position that “pot is no big deal”.

Kennedy says, “I admit it—I was wrong to initially think that there was there were something harmless about medical marijuana because now what I’ve seen is that there is a commercial industry behind this “medical marijuana” soon to be moving down the track as it has in Washington, and Colorado, fully legalized…”

“My fight has been about mental health and treating addiction…”

He starts speaking to facts, and his facts are wrong.

But he did get the part about Washington and Pharma taking over. First they banned it. Now they control it. Pharma serves it.

“In 1936 the Federal Bureau of Narcotics (FBN) noticed an increase of reports of people smoking marijuana, which further increased in 1937. The Bureau drafted a legislative plan for Congress seeking a new law, and the head of the FBN, Harry J. Anslinger, ran a campaign against marijuana.[37][38] Newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst‘s empire of newspapers used the “yellow journalism” pioneered by Hearst to demonize the cannabis plant and spread a public perception that there were connections between cannabis and violent crime.[39]

However, in 1949 the government was aware that marijuana was effective as medical treatment for epilepsy. The study was squelched.

 

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Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven
Ancestry, Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Music, Religion

Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven

Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven

Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven — Jay-Z

“Boy they loves Hova.”

Illuminati, spirit-directed, or holy?

“Y’all religion causes division”

Who created religion?

“Only God could judge us.”

“Hovah”  is a play on Jay-Hova, or Jehovah, one of the Old Testament names of God.

Signs and symbols control the world, not phases and laws.
Confucius (551-479 BC)

Some say Jay-Z got the nickname back in 1993, when he borrowed some studio time and was recording some of his first tracks. The other people in the studio marveled to discover that Jay-Z was improvising all his lyrics, and decided that his ability was nothing short of miraculous. So they dubbed him J-Hova.

Others claim “Hova” stands for “Hustler of Virginia” where Jay-Z “hustled” as a play on “Jehovah”.

The obscure reference may be the link of hovah (a Hebrew word meaning destruction) and the oracle of Revelation, “”.

The psychological mechanism that transforms energy is the symbol.
Carl Jung (1875 – 1961)

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Dear Mols

“How are we supposed to bring up the network if we can’t bring up the servers?”

Posted by Angela Glass on Thursday, December 10, 2015

 

I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…

Remember when I was a wee one on the internet
Long before we’d ever met?

Violin Recital

I was the guild leader’s girlfriend
I played first chair, first violin

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A performing arts student
And touch prone to sin

Everquest Terris-Thule's The Shadow Council: Cailyn and Suntzu

Everquest The Shadow Council of Terris-Thule: Cailynn & Suntzu Soleil

Cailynn was my character’s name
A level 55 rogue or so
Before I’d never play her again

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SpunkyGidget was my pseudo-name
When the internet became a game
And life was never the same

Molly.com because she was
on the internet before
The Internet is for Porn” was born

MediaTemple

“Women in Technology” worn like a wet t-shirt
They disposed of Ms. Dewey’s digital body
Like she was a Jimmy Chou model

Ask Ms. Dewey

I train Siri daily
Temper autism with creativity
Throw tantrums, test the water
Wanna spark something bigger?

Hey Siri

“Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you want to say,
and let the words fall out,
honestly, I want to see you be brave!”

We never worked together, not technically speaking.

Isn’t it about time?

Brian Rosenthal, to clear up the amibiguity

Don’t you work for free?

You inspire me, I’ve created a classroom of kids who need some of you…

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I hear we can connect face-to-face through technology, almost like we were there… once, sitting around the on the carpet in living room.

Should we live or die, let us do digitally?

After all, that’s what brought us together IRL.

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And in my dreams, one day, I’ll see you again soon in person.

stuck behind a keyboard, characters in keystroke converted into bits and bites bypassing languages to be recorded while they carry no real content.

If the inmates are still running the asylums, let’s be creatively free:

I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…

Would it be so hard to cobble all this stuff we have laying around in our digital garages and turn it into something useful to communicate cultural and creative content?

I mean isn’t it as easy as connecting the dots of services that are out there to explain how easy it is to … connect the dots?

Dear Mols, I miss me. Do you miss me too?

I love you.

Virtually,
Yours

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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

Dear Diary…

If you could see me now, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how sad I am.

That’s the problem I suppose, it’s all relative, and relatively speaking, at least I’m still alive.

Life is tough. Just when you think you managed to escape in the nick of time, you realize that you were running from your own shadow all along.

And the thing about shadows? They’re hard to shake, unless you wake to find yourself six feet under ground.

So, all-in-all, no complaints, but man, this world is not a nice place.

Yeah, sure, I’ve got stories to tell.

But first I want to tell you about not telling them.

You see, that was my badge of honor as a “woman in technology”.

Truth be told I never felt much like a woman in technology. I always felt more like a little girl hanging out with the guys than a woman in a man’s world.

I began to learn the jokes guys made in the bars were the same jokes the guys at work make. Guys are guys. You can take the guy out of the bar, but you can’t take the joke out of the guy.

Most of those jokes were about women or race—I thank God that in my life I have been mostly sheltered from gay-bashers.

I learned to laugh at the jokes that were funny, and how to laugh it off when they weren’t so funny.

My uniform became t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans.

I didn’t mean to, but I besides these boobs, and that butt I hear about back there, I was just one of the guys.

Then the day came my momma warned me about. That day when someone was going to ask you to do something that ‘bothers your conscience’…

That Aft

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Dominos begin to topple, I stand tall /shakeitoff

Why "Below the Fold" still matters. Liken it to receiving a punchline "below the belt".

Posted by Angela Glass on Monday, February 2, 2015

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Rape of Lucrece

The first time I was in Rome… I escaped a sexual assault.

What happens on the steps… happens on Facebook!This guy wanted to woo an American blonde.Scalinata della Trinità…

Posted by Angela Glass on Friday, September 19, 2008

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Syrian War in Review

Syria's war: A 5-minute history

To understand the bloody, convoluted war happening inside and outside of Syria's borders, you need to watch this:

Posted by Ezra Klein on Wednesday, October 14, 2015

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Angie Baby Helen Reddy

Angie was a Rolling Stone

Momma used to sing to me, “Angie baby, you’re a special lady….”

Jon Wurster, drummer for Superchunk, and the Mountain Goats on Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby”

“Possibly the most frightening song ever written. It’s the story of this girl, Angie, who’s described as ‘a little touched.’ She lives in her own imagination, and she’s listening to this rock station all the time. And then this creepy guy who’s been lurking outside of her house comes over and convinces her to let him hang out with her. But the music is so loud that he’s thrown off his game and he’s disoriented. And as she turns the radio down, he gets physically smaller, and he’s sucked into the radio. Then the scariest line ever is ‘never to be found.’ He’s in there forever! I think as a child, that’s what scared me the most. Like, Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, bands like that, they sing about being mutilated and butchered – but I don’t think any of their songs are as scary as a song with the idea of being shrunken down and sucked into a radio for eternity.”

Read more at RollingStone.com

Video by John Wilson, Fine Art Films, for The Sonny & Cher Show.

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Allen Eugene Rodman: December 30, 1974 – October 31, 2015

Allen Eugene Rodman (December 30, 1974-October 31, 2015)

Allen Eugene Rodman (December 30, 1974-October 31, 2015)

Allen Eugene Rodman, Kirkwood Police Officer, passed away on Saturday, October 31, 2015 in St. Louis, Missouri. Allen was buried in Woodland Cemetery in Van Wert, Ohio.

He was the beloved of Jessica Marie Dacus, the son and first born of Wanda Carolyn and the late Graydon Rodman, and a loving father of Michal l’Lena and Evan Elijah Rodman, and to Christopher and Shelby.

Allen will be missed by his only brother, Burton Lowell Rodman, his family and his mother.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.

And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie, by Bob Dylan

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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

Vanessa and Cadenus

One to Rule


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The priest

by Angela Marié Glass

Beautiful. Wish I worked there. :0)
Bean there, counted that.
Themselves religious? Read here: ”
I bet he wears a hat.

She knew he’d get no relief.
Own personal custom Barbie dream.
Good grief.
New eyes from (Album Stream)

By Weezer and believed in paradise?
Founder of the Shadow Guard
Bored Cruz Cruise
From a thing, you little bastard. …
Bad / variant of Signal vs Noise ?

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Psychology, Religion

Wifely Subjection—Mental Health Issues in Jehovah’s Witnesses Watchtower Women

Wifely Subjection: Mental Health Issues in Jehovah’s Witness Women

Kaynor J. Weishaupt, M.S., M.F.C.C.
San Rafael, California
Michael D. Stensland
Athens, Ohio

Abstract

The Watchtower Society, commonly referred to as Jehovah’s Witnesses, exerts a great deal of control over the everyday life of its members. Women, in particular, suffer from psychological stresses in this high-control environment, as it is also a culture where patriarchal attitudes limit women’s personal power and predominate in their relationships with men. A group of women responded to a questionnaire about their experiences during membership in the Watchtower Society and after leaving. The results indicate that while in the Watchtower Society, women experience a higher degree of mental health problems than they do after they leave the group. They also report experiencing more egalitarian attitudes in their relationships with men after exiting the group.

Little research has been done focusing on the experience of women in “high-control” or cultic groups, despite the fact that women make up a large proportion of the membership of such groups. The type of group referred to here as high-control is defined by the degree of control and restriction the group exercises over the everyday life of its membership. Such a group can be focused on religion, politics, militarism, psychotherapy, meditation, commercialism, or simply a “special” leader (Tobias & Lalich, 1994). A high-control group differs from other groups in that individual behavior is excessively limited by rules and regulations, access to information is restricted or managed (especially information critical of the group), pressure is high to conform in thought and behavior to group norms, and members must put the group’s interests before their own. The leadership in this type of group is absolute and considered infallible; outsiders are generally viewed as dangerous or evil; and members leaving the group are generally punished or shunned. While all members of such groups pay a psychological price (as well as reap certain psychological dividends, such as a sense of belonging and purpose), women often face particular difficulties in groups that are patriarchally based.

This article explores the relationship between women and the high-control social climate of the Watchtower Society (WTS), commonly referred to as Jehovah’s Witnesses. The article reviews literature bearing on the Watchtower Society’s control practices and patriarchal organizational structure, analyzes psychological implications of WTS’s social climate, and reports on the results of a survey of 20 female former members of the Watchtower Society. The survey explored three areas: (1) the degree of patriarchal versus egalitarian attitudes subjects felt existed while they were members of WTS compared to what they experienced after having left the group, (2) subjects’ perceived psychological distress while in the group and after exiting, and (3) subjects’ perceptions of the degree to which the group controlled everyday life and isolated members from outsiders. The latter area included a comparison group of women from other religious backgrounds.

The Watchtower Society as a High-Control Group
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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Correspondence, Culture, Documentation, Ethics, Religion, Technology, Truth, Writing
On Sun, Oct 12, 2014 at 1:37 PM, Angela Marie Glass <angelamarieglass@gmail.com> wrote:

Hey and don’t you think this photo of Eilon and I could make us relatives? 🙂 I think it’s the nose? 

http://spunkygidget.com/2006/03/19/grand-canyon-a-quick-helicopter-tour/

In other news, I finally told the truth about why I left Microsoft. The CEO made some stupid comment about women—at a conference celebrating women in technology, no less—and I lost it. I feel better. Lighter.

I’m telling you because you know Eilon and I are tight as blood but keep up like we have eternity. So he’ll hear somehow I’m guessing, but I’m sharing with you as my kind of dad. 

The story, if you want to read it, I can send. Otherwise, I just wanted to say hello and send some love to you and your family!

Hello to Shlomit! 

Love,

Angela

a ? cline'd U yet...

 

Begin forwarded message:
Reply-To: halipton@gmail.com
Date: October 25, 2014 at 11:15:44 AM EDT
Subject: Re: Thinking of you…
From: Howard Lipton <halipton@gmail.com>
To: Angela Marie Glass <angelamarieglass@gmail.com>

Dear Angela,

Please pardon my tardy reply. I am always delighted to hear from you, and I truly hope that all is going well with you and yours.

Like so many, I was astounded at what Nadella said. Even though he is Indian and only came to the U.S. as an adult, he has been here at least a quarter century and runs the 3d largest company in the world. He knows that women are woefully underrepresented in the coding sectors of his own company, and he certainly knows that teenaged and college women are as interested in the future financial security of their eventual families as are boys. He cannot possibly believe that a paternal attitude where the bosses will “look after the girls” will attract the brilliant women that Microsoft needs, even if he grew up in that culture as a child. Just as does everyone else, these women want transparently equal opportunities for advancement and financial security. While I do not know a lot about him, I am exceedingly suspicious that he actually spoke his mind and told the world what he really thinks. If that is the case, then regardless of his skills as a CEO, I would hope the board considers a change.

Yes, I am interested in why you left Microsoft and would love to read your story. Also, I briefly noticed the comment on your website about “walking after midnight.” While I do not know if that was your reference, that song by Patsy Cline is one of my all-time favorites.

Thanksgiving is approaching, and you know what it means to me. I hope D’ar’r’y’l realizes how lucky he is.

All the best,

Howard

 

all kinds of blues

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Ancestry, Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Culture, Ethics, Prophecy, Psychology, Religion

WATER retention rates — RE-legions

Come Out of Her My People

The “De-Churching” of America

The number of Americans claiming no religious affiliation has quadrupled since 1990. Yet what religion had the lowest retention rate of any? Perhaps shockingly the Atheist “retention rate” was the lowest among the 20 separate categories in the study.

Still, in 2005 only 17 percent of Americans attended a religious service Sunday morning.

According to a study by Georgetown University’s Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate (CARA), “those who grow up in an atheist household are least likely to maintain their beliefs about religion as adults.”

Jehovah’s Witnesses have the next lowest retention rate at 37 percent. Continue reading

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Follow-up on Smelly Cat email

From: Darryl Glass 

Subject: Follow-up on Smelly Cat email

Date: November 25, 2014 at 9:24:18 AM PST

To: Angela Marie Glass 

Angela my dear,

You have become a disturbance to the community, and the ban from Smelly Cat is a result of your recent behavior. I am here to support you, provide for you, and protect you as far as possible. Continue reading

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Vampire Weekend

Dedicated to Candace Conti and other little boys and girls who are dead or molested.

www.seekYeHoWaH.com and escape Christendom.

Jehovah’s Witnesses need not apply. Where did anyone say that anyone would be serving that god in the end? Oh, you’re right. He does factor in…

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— Angela Glass (@Baxley) October 30, 2014

I wanted to design software for the Watchtower when I was 15 years old at it’s headquarters, “Brooklyn Beth’el“.

Guess what? God created Eve, and Eve was naked. And it was good. God said so. He also created weed. He also said it was good to eat.

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I was turned down. They don’t generally “take sisters“.

Now I am a Silent Lamb. Sacrifice me.

Here’s what I did instead: www.linkedin.com/in/angelamarieglass.

“Angela experienced a crisis from an ill marriage and lack of support from the congregation.”

I am a Silent Lamb—Sacrifice me.

For the record, you don’t lose your faith when you stop believing God is Jehovah. But Melissa doesn’t know what losing my religion is all about. Girl, I was a hoarder, and I still am though that was back then. Show you a few things, pretend to be my friend? Oh don’t mind slandering the Baxley’s while you’re at it for the blood of the noble Niblick’s.

Funny, baxleyvsunitedstates.org versus the Dominican nephew determined to shame me—calling me the “shameful aunt”.

I took it in silence. I have learned how to turn away so it doesn’t sink in. No, not really. It really hurt. But hey, I haven’t got time to buy a new deodarant stick of Tom’s every two months — so I use it but it doesn’t work. I have no cash and thus I stink and am not buying it on Amazon and paying for shipping. So I am waiting until someone thinks I stink enough to do something about it. They have a pretty high tolerance.

Thanks mommy.

When I asked if they were going to stay there—in the DR—he sold me this line from his daddy’s mouth: they aren’t living there, they are missionaries. — For Christ’s sake, who hasn’t heard of God? Oh, yeah…

God isn’t Jehovah. Jehovah isn’t peddling love, he’s got Watchtowers to print and has just discovered the Internet.

Well I was in the middle of pestering this corporation called “The Watchtower” on Twitter, when I realized I needed a mood swing. Being a heavy hitter dealing with porno and pedo’s is a bit much for this do-gooder.

I mean the internet is for porn, right?

Well anyhoo, distracted again from that to get the video to prove the point that I’m not lost on how I feel about life, I’m just so DAMNED tired of having to stay up all night to work against all of you.

So I /quit.

Yeah, see I’m not a cultural fit. I’m not a woman in technology and there’s no way come hell or high water, well—we all know which—I would never have a daughter, as I could never let her see this world. Dear God, preserve my seed within me. Save my belly for the beast. I am yours and have ever been devoted. I am sorry for so long I thought that the Watchtower’s disapproval of me was somehow was the directive from God. Dear God, if you don’t love me—Um? Who could you?

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A couple of weeks before she died, Rebecca informed us that she was about to be a big girl of six years old, and Becca was a baby name. Once she turned six, she wanted everyone (not just me) to call her Rebecca, not Becca. She made it to six. For almost twelve hours, she was six. So Rebecca it is and must be.

 

Pedophile alert!

Travis Foote, you touched me one too many times. And my mother blamed me. The Watchtower will pay and you shall be certain you won’t see the outside of that cell. Enjoy.

Tangled Up in Jews

I’m ready. I’m not a clown, exactly. I’m the last generation.

I’m the joker. Hello thief, it’s time.

Sleep No More with @xtianbovine @dens

Dear Watchtower…

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