If Hollywood filmmaking is spellcasting, A Star Is Born seduced me absolutely. Continue reading
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Lady Gaga: Magnificently Ugly
Posted in Film, Real Men with tags A Star is Born, Bradley Cooper, Lady Gaga, Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth, The Hangover on December 13, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Is Jocko Willink A Psychopath?
Posted in Real Men with tags Afghanistan, Black Flag, Black Sabbath, Echelon Front, Fields of Fire, Henry Rollins, Jim Webb, Jocko Podcast, Jocko Willink, Joe Rogan, John Pilger, Mark Donaldson, My War, Ozzy Osbourne, Peter Attia, Ramadi, SEAL, The Corner, The End of Silence, The Hurt Locker, The Wire, Tim Ferriss, Tools of Titans, War Pigs on December 5, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
After taking a regular interest in his podcasts, I’m finding it hard to tell. Continue reading
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The Worst First Date in the History of the World
Posted in Fiction, sexual misadventure, Writing with tags Baby arm, Disaster first dates, Frankston on October 9, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
There is something confronting about the disembodied voice of a stranger on the telephone, particularly when it’s someone you may fall in love with. Continue reading
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Ayahuasca: A Memorable Fancy
Posted in Ayahuasca with tags Aldous Huxley, Ayahuasca, black widow spider, Dr Gabor Mate, Estacion Kapitari, James Fadiman, Living dangerously: Ordinary Enlightenment for Extraordinary Times, malocca, Michael Pollan, Osho, Tim Ferriss, William Blake on September 8, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
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The malocca was transformed into a throne room and the courtiers partied in the room below us. I sat on my throne, a giant black widow spider at either hand, remote in the shadows. Continue reading
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Ayahuasca: A Memorable Fancy
Posted in Ayahuasca with tags Ayahuasca, black widow spider, Canadian, Estacion Kapitari, malocca, speedos, telepathy on September 5, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
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The ayahuasca, a thick, tar-green puree, ran into the glass. I raised it to my lips, held my breath, and attempted to pour it down my throat without inadvertently tasting it. The flavour was like a fist squeezing the base of my tongue. Continue reading
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Ayahuasca: A Memorable Fancy
Posted in Ayahuasca with tags Ayahuasca, Estacion Kapitari, Jack the Ripper, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake on September 1, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
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By the next morning, I felt physically sick and exhausted. I went to the dispensary and took the thimble of turgid green medicine. As the taste worked its way into my guts as a filament of revulsion, I considered giving the final session a miss. Continue reading
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Ayahuasca: A Memorable Fancy
Posted in Ayahuasca with tags Estacion Kapitari, Ikaros, Sleep on August 27, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
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The ceremony itself transpires in a ritual space called a malocca, which is a large communal hacienda. Each of the participants lies on a mat on the floor with a pillow, a blanket and a bucket at its foot. The ceremony begins with each coming forward to imbibe the ayahuasca, not unlike a communion of sorts. Continue reading
