recipe for deodorant

- 1 part baking soda
- 3 parts corn starch

mix/shake well.
use a cotton ball to apply to underarms.

strong enough for a really stinky person, made for men and women!

from The Dharma Bums,
by Jack Kerouac

a At nightfall I was lurking around waiting for my train. A bum was sitting in a doorway watching me with peculiar interest. I went over to talk to him. He said he was an ex-Marine from Paterson New Jersey and after a while he whipped out a little slip of paper he read sometimes on freight trains. I looked at it. It was a quotation from the Digha Nikaya, the words of Buddha. I smiled; I didn't say anything. He was a great voluble bum, and a bum who didn't drink, he was an idealistic hobo and said "That's all there is to it, that's what I like to do. I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work. I'm satisfied. I used to have arthritis, you know, I was in the hospital for years. I found out a way to cure it and then I hit the road and I been on it ever since."
a "How'd you cure your arthritis? I got thrombophlebitis myself."
a "You do? Well this'll work for you too. Just stand on your head three minutes a day, or mebbe five mintues. Every morning when I get up whether it's in a riverbottom or right on a train that's rollin along, I put a little mat on the floor and I stand on my head and count to five hundred, that's about three minutes isn't it?" He was very concerned about whether counting up to five hundred made it three minutes. That was strange. I figured he was worried about his arithmetic record in school.
a "Yeah, about that."
a "Just do that every day and your phlebitis will go away like my arthritis did. I'm forty, you know. Also, before you go to bed at night, have hot milk and honey, I always have a little jar of honey" (he fished one out from his pack) "and I put the milk in a can and the honey, and heat it over the fire, and drink it. Just those two things."
a "Okay." I vowed to take his advice because he was Buddha. The result was that in about three months my phlebitis disappeared completely, and didn't show up ever again, which is amazing. In fact since that time I've tried to tell doctors about this but they seem to think I'm crazy. Dharma Bum, Dharma Bum. I'll never forget that intelligent Jewish ex-Marine bum from Paterson New Jeresy, whoever he was, with his little slip of paper to read in the raw gon night by dripping reefer platforms in the nowhere industrial formations of an America that is still magic America.

inspiration

listen to the story at the 11:35 mark.

nikon slr

photo from the first roll of film taken with ikon zeiss nettar:

f/5.6
1/100th of a second

recipe

1. toast whole wheat bread.

2. slice tomato and cheese.

3. place cheese and tomato on warm toast.

4. add a little salt and pepper.

The Kogi are descendants of the Tairona people in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta region of Colombia. When the Spanish arrived in Northern Colombia 500 years ago the Kogi fled high into the mountains of the Sierra Nevada.
The Kogi respect and live in harmony with their environment. They believe that the Sierra Nevada is the "Heart of the World". In 1990 after seeing evidence to suggest worldwide ecological damage the Kogi issued a statement through film via a Lampeter University archaeologist filmed in partnership with BBC, saying
"...the world doesn’t have to end; it could go on, but unless we stop violating the earth and nature, depleting The Great Mother of her material energy, her organs, her vitality; unless people stop working against the Great Mother, the world will not last".