AWOL

You Can Really Inhale That Drink

A new machine that allows bar-hoppers to inhale liquor instead of drinking it is set to make its debut in New York City Friday night.

There's already an effort to get it banned.

The machine combines alcohol and oxygen to create an inhalable alcoholic mist.

It's called Alcohol Without Liquid - or AWOL - and it's already available in Europe and Asia. Its American distributor, Spirit Partners, is touting it as both "the ultimate party toy" and a low-carb, low-calorie and hangover-free alternative to drinking.

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What I don't need: drama with the dentist. I called to cancel my appointment, ended up saying that I think I won't be looking for their business again, then had a quick game of phone tag where the dentist explained to me exactly how I could have gotten the gouge on my lip. I thanked him for his explanation and we wished each other a good day.

Still, in my (nearly) thirty years, I can't remember ever going to the dentist and getting a lip gouge. So, yeah.

This weekend is blissfully free. No plans whatsoever. I intend to curl up with the several books I've bought in the last four weeks. Maybe I'll even write something.

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Something calya said here about thought forms (which sound somewhat similar to Plato's forms) got me to thinking:

Certainly the brain produces power. (This power is measured in watts.) What we perceive as thought is a transduced form of this power. But though thought is contained in the brain, the energy itself isn't so restricted. Alan Watts posited that the skull, made as it is of porous bone, wasn't enough to keep brain energy from escaping. It's simply invisible and, as yet, undetectable.

I'm not necessarily an advocate of TK or ESP (though I think both are poorly understood and often misrepresented). But I do believe that our perceptions have a powerful effect not only on ourselves but our environment.

This line of belief has only been strengthened since I've become aware of that phenomenon of clairvoyant synchronicity (which I still experience, though the intensity of it is fading). Am I hearing the universe or the overflow of other people's thoughts? Whatever it is, it's convinced me that my brain is not separate from those around me. Though housed in my skull, it interacts on many levels of awareness and reality.

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When I was in college, my friend vylar began a poetry group called Pretentious Crockpots, of which I was a member. One of the texts she often used as material for our informal workshop was The Practice of Poetry by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell. When I told her of my writer's block last year, she told me to get that book. By chance this week I saw it at Barnes & Noble. Some things fall in your lap just as you need them.

I've flipped through about half of the book. I'm excited, because I can use it as material for the poetry group I hope to start in a couple of months. In the meantime, I took three of the exercises and put pen to paper.

( Exercise: Ten-Minute Spill )

( Exercise: A Little Nightmusic )

I'll put the next exercise in its own post.

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( Exercise: 20 Little Poetry Projects )