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1. Gardening



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2. Does marijuana produce an amotivational syndrome?

Does marijuana produce an amotivational syndrome? Whether the amotivational syndrome exists or not is still controversial; there are still too few poorly controlled small studies that don't allow a definitive answer. Most people who use marijuana don't develop this syndrome.

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3. To be Indigenous or not to be that isn’t a good question even!

A quite lively discussion has blown in from space on a friends Face-postcard about something I forgot because it went a completely different way in short order and is now a history lesson on indigenous peoples.

It was said the “Native “”American”” people” were here first and that they claim to be “Indigenous” and that they have their traditional stories to back up their claim to properties etc.

That got me to thinking (usually leads to minor disasters) that just because someone in your past lived some place and told creation stories doesn’t always mean you have any more rights than the guy who was born there after you lost the battle, in my case way after.

I know, growing up, my mother used to tell me, when I asked how I got here that I came from heaven and perhaps, if I’m a good boy, God will give me land there again though I think he may balk at the casino I want to build even if it is to take all the sinner’s money or credits or what ever the currency of his realm is.

And further more if in the past there was only one super continent, Pangaea or what ever they really called it, then we all have a claim to everywhere cause we are all descendants of the original inhabitants and I’ll bet a dollar to a doughnut there aint anywho who can tell me where they thought they came from even after the break up.

I thought perhaps we are all from Mars via the Pleiades star system but had to leave cause the Marshonians wanted the place back so we moved on as they had come from the Hercules system to Mars first.

To send every one back to where they came from is stupid, you can’t fit that many people on Ellis Island let alone grow enough hemp there to have a trade economy with New York.

I don’t know the answer other than if we don’t start being natives from “EARTH” the little grey men will boot us out and wipe out the myths of our origins from then to eternity.

HareBrained_II_smJPGIt’s a race none us may win …


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4. Old weeds

I know some people, not to mention names, who are like old teasel.

They grumble and rumble and sometimes grumble about their rumble.

At times their age shows in the form of sharp barbs and spotted faces.

But I would not trade them for any other because you see they are still beautiful to me.

They are still like that quick young person I knew when they get sassy and say things that others may fear to say.

But now they don’t whisper it and come right out loud and say it to my face.

When they put on a new hat they are still handsome, though in a more dignified way even if some of them don’t pick the best look, they never did then either.

Yup! they may be old and slow and have weaker eyes to see all my imperfections with but I still got um and maybe my barbs are showing a bit more too.

I think all those young and brash weeds I knew may not be young in the eyes of the world but I still see them fresh and green with high hopes.

I try to listen more to what they  have to say too because the older I get the more there is to know.

Young weeds tell me what they think is right, and where they think I should go and how  I should go because they read it in a book  but old thistles tell me from experience what’s really in store for me because they wrote the book.


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5. The Great Cannabis Divide

By Marcello Pennacchio


Few plants have generated as much debate and controversy as cannabis (Cannabis sativa). Throughout the ages, it has been labelled both a dangerous drug and potent medicine. Where the former is concerned, law-enforcement agents and governments spend millions of dollars fighting what many consider to be a losing battle, while fortunes are being pocketed by those who sell it illegally. This is in spite of the fact that cannabis produces a number of natural pharmacologically-active substances, the medicinal potential of which were recognized thousands of years ago. Chinese Emperor, Shên Nung, for example, prescribed cannabis elixirs for a variety of illnesses as early as 3000 BC. It was equally prized as a medicine in other ancient civilisations, including India, Egypt, Assyria, Palestine, Judea and Rome and may have been instrumental in helping Ancient Greece’s Delphian Oracle during her divinations.

While its more common contemporary uses are mostly recreational, cannabis continues to enjoy widespread use as a medicine. It is smoked to ease glaucoma, to help with the degenerative loss of condition and body mass associated with diseases such as HIV/AIDS, and it helps to ease chronic pain in people suffering from terminal cancers and other debilitating illnesses. It has been used for treating malaria, gout, multiple sclerosis, eating disorders, promoting euphoria, as well as for dispelling grief and sorrow. A number of serious side effects have also been linked to its use, however. These include heart problems, immune system suppression, cancer, depression, reduced cognitive function and poor fetal development. It can lead to a variety of psychological problems, too, such as psychosis and schizophrenia, as well as to addiction to this and other drugs. Then there is the added danger of inhaling dangerous chemicals generated during the combustion of organic matter. Chief among these are carbon monoxide and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.

With so many pros and cons, it’s easy to see why the issue of cannabis has so significantly polarized sentiment around the world. Those in favour of its use want it legalized, with perhaps its most vocal advocates being in San Francisco. This is where one of the world’s first universities dedicated solely to cannabis, is located. Founded in 2007 by Richard Lee, Oaksterdam University was inspired by a similar college in Amsterdam and has since spread to include campuses elsewhere in California and in Michigan. So passionate are its founders and students about cannabis that they have taken the debate of legalizing it all the way to California’s November 2, 2010, ballot, a move that has since made world headlines. Many had hoped a similar proposal in Florida, known as the Medical Marijuana Initiative, would have made it into that state’s ballot, too, but the petition failed to gather the 700, 000 signatures required for it to qualify. Florida’s four-year rolling petition system means, however, that it may qualify for the 2012 ballot.

Surprisingly, the push to legalize cannabis includes former judges, politicians and other high-profile people, many of who themselves don’t use cannabis (including this author). They believe that penalizing and incarcerating its users is far more detrimental to them than smoking its parts are. They further contend that legalizing and taxing cannabis would raise significant revenue for governments. It would also alleviate the enormous drain of cash reserves needed to police its illegal use and, in the process, eliminate the criminal syndicates that sell it. Furthermore, they claim it would ensure that the quality of the product meets stringent regulations.

These are all convincing arguments, but it is difficult for many of us to get around the fact that smoking cannabis, a

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6. Linked Up: Amazing Aidan, Lite-Brites, Cannabis U

I have set a new record! Latest-in-the-day Linked Up ever!

(I think I need some new personal goals…so if anyone has recommendations…)

5-year-old Aidan is amazing. But he has leukemia and is selling his art to help pay for treatment. Buy his art on Etsy. [tip from SirMitchell]

Are any of you fans of “The Room?” If so, you’re welcome. [The Daily What]

I wish there was a way to make drinking coffee even easier OH WAIT THERE IS! [Yanko]

This cartoon is just…amazing. [New Yorker]

I love stop-motion film. I love Lite-Brites. So. This. [Flavorwire]

Will Smith’s daughter has a recommendation for you. Careful, this will be stuck in your head for days. [Willow]

Snakes on a plane? How ’bout a crocodile? [News AU]

Shameless self-promotional plug of the week…

Dear friends from middle-school, I will probably be buying these shoes and you can’t stop me. [hypebeast]

I just discovered that there is a University dedicated to providing “the highest quality training for the cannabis industry.” So, more on that Monday… [Oaksterdam]

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7. Politically correct thoughts

Like some Japanese pine, I think heavy weights have been placed on some of my thoughts to try and bend them into “Correct” shape but my acid personality, I fear, probably has eaten away the wires that holds them in place and I keep going astray ”c)~


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8. Aesop revisited in the western desert


The old tale of  Tortoise and Hare tells that falling asleep while doing a task is bad.

Jack the rabbit read it well, thought to himself, “the light this sheds is sad !”

No member of my global community is so lax, I’ll get that title back !

To that end he checked out the local Tortoise, Goggling on his computer for every fact.

He bought goggles and bomber cap from a site on the internet .

And while he was at it, found some sites and  placed a few side bets.

The odds were good, in the turtles favor.

The money Jack  knew he would soon savor !

Come race day the a crowd came out and the sun did shine.

The Tortoise was ready and Jackrabbit looked quite fine !

The race got started with a flurry and flash.

The rabbit was off  like a shot but Tortoise got hung up in desert trash.

Jack was far out in front and in sight of the finish line .

But Coyote spied the race, thinking Tortoise and Hare would taste just fine.

Coyote joined in the race with turtle the first one he caught just rounding the bend.

Tortoise pulled up shy  in his shell and, though Coyote knocked, would not let him come in.

So off  Coyote sped to catch his other pray but Jack saw him coming  and did not want to be Din Din.

As things often go the race was a bust and no body won.

Jack was diligent and did not sleep, so lived to have another son.

Tortoise, though he was slow, lived long and finally came out.

But Tortoise forgot what the race was about.

So when you hear another famous fable.

Just finish your spinach and clean up the crumbs before you leave the table.

So you may live long like Tortoise and Hare,

Though like Tortoise your mind may not be there.

And fast is good when you are fast as a bunny so you may outrun the danger.

Like Jackrabbit, you may have to change your course when chased by a stranger.

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9. Hamsters go to heaven


Lucky is as lucky does but no rabbit he !

Lucky sees future things that wishes do not fulfill and makes them happen just because …

He knows the rabbit was not so lucky that gave a foot so that you might be …

Hamster ways like hamster days are short stepped and burrowed with mini paws …

But believe or don’t,  the magic carried in his Shillelagh, makes no difference to him …

Shillelagh or no, making things happen is Lucky’s way …

Fury lil ball-o-fat forever treading mill is not  his whim …

For every time a C notes found forget the leprechaun, it’s Lucky’s day !

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10. Hi priced gas and 90/80 air


Few rewards are as fun as taking that first spin in you own car.

In my case it started out pretty quick to be “First series Chevy” trucks and through the years I have had seven that ran and this one will be my last I think.

Not because I wouldn’t want a thousand more but gas and the the roar of engines with a smell of burnt petroleum smokin from the tires is almost past to the status of legends.

Carburetors are tossed for EFI 350 V8 blocks or some such but give me that old stove bolt 6 that sounds like a well oiled sewing machine any day.

Gas that once was cheap even for a $0.75 an hour kid is hard to justify but I will until the dinosaurs give up the last drop I can afford just to feel the freedom of wind blowing through the cowl vent, windows down even in mid winter, the purr of early iron   and finicky gauges bopping with the bumps and Mr. Butterfield’s  ”East West”  drifting with the breeze around my head from cheap speakers and a shared drink stashed between me and my girl.

There are few finer feelings than nowhere particular to go, all day to get there in no particular hurry.

Keep um rollin!

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11. Wyatt the riot


My dog’s name is Wyatt.

He’s never too loud and mostly quiet.

He romps and plays on sunny days and even stormy weather.

He likes to chase anything that scats, especially if they look like cats or has a pretty feather.

But he does not know birdy fluff from cattail stuff and most times ends up looking pretty funny!

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12. Dangerous thoughts


I can’t help but to keep thinking of all the religious strife that covers this planet all in the name of the all mighty.

I wonder how anything in this little place can be of any more significance

to that which is everything.

If one proton of one atom in my body has a billion solar systems in it’s being and one place there less than a speck of sand has beings living on it and they are made up of the same thing as I or I am made up of it because the speck and the me are one thing, inseparable except by my casting it out but I am all things so when I cast it out there is no place but back in to me it must go to be mixed again in an ever-changing, roiling mass of energy as known by me but which is unknowable to the speck. The total is me yet the speck is me.

I do not want to kill myself, I only want to let the speck change to my benefit. My purpose is only to be and the only battle should be against that opposite, not to be.

Perhaps Shakey Spear had it more right than is given credit except to be or not to be is not the question, it is the answer.

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13. Dog Pond Dog


Dog gone that dog, that dog pond dog. Wondered off again on an adventure to see.

Dog goned dog pond dog , he didn’t take me !

Off he went on an adventure to roam, left me sitting here all alone at home.

I suppose it’s my own darn fault, his tail was wagging, while my lower lip was dragging.

I could have gone, he asked me to.

I fussed about having to put on a shoe.

Dog gone that dog pond dog, out on a run, but if I hurry I might still have some fun!

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14. mumblety-peg


You can be someone who goes through life making a jack-knife stick blade first into the dirt only to dull the point …
Or you can be the blade that uses the dirt to create life and makes it’s own sharp point  !
JDMflower524093C

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15. One day it came to me.


I was on the road and weary, walking all the day.
Evening came with cold dark skies and I looked for some weeds within to lay.
No one had I seen to hitch a ride, the pain in my head grew and hunger deep inside.
I hauled up underneath a tree, amongst some savory weeds that looked ok to me.
To stem my hunger I grabbed a few, put water in my cup, a hunk of shoe and started my hobo stew.
As the sun was sinking my fire was warm and I was thinking.
This soup is mighty tasty with those funny weeds, why I should put more in, I’ll add some seeds.
Evening sun was yellow and almost dim when I heard “AHEM’ coming from a wee little fellow.
I jumped in surprise two feet high, he just stood there, backlit, his vehicle near by.
He said as I settled against the tree, ” you were looking tired and a ride I have for just a little fee “.
I stammered ” WWWhat might it be you could possibly want from me?
He smiled a funny crooked smile so wide with lips so thin and skin like desert dried hide.
“Why some of your tucker, I’ve come a long long way and I missed my supper.”
I looked at him and then my cup. I shoved over what was left and invited him to sup.
As he sipped like a gentleman of taste I watched for sign he might lay me to waste.
He did not though and only spoke of wondrous things while stuffing more weed into his poke.
He said to me it must be grand for you to have such food and all this land.
I said it was and looked around. No other living thing could be found.
He finished with a noisy slurp rubbed his round tummy and let out a burp.
The earth it shook and rumbled, the sound so strong in made me tumble.
I got back up as he laughed so loud it laid the grass so low it looked plowed.
He said ” Because you were so kind to share your fair, my ride and I will take you anywhere”
He spread his arms and looked to the skies, a twinkle in those deep purple eyes.
I asked if there was no limit, he said ” not for you my friend anywhere you wish and time can’t dim it.”
I pondered a bit . You don’t get a chance like this often so I searched my whit.
I looked out and pointed saying “Among those stars?”
He chuckled a little saying “yes I’ve been there but I’m not so sure take some care!”
I cried “YES YES out there’s the place, no more running this crazy race!”
We hugged shoulder to shoulder. He pointed the way and walked me over.
He stuffed me in a funny machine while he slipped to controls in between.
The engines fired with a shake, we bolted like the strike of a snake.
We flew through the universe his eye on his dial. I said I was tired and slept for a while.
When I awoke though it was with a bad omen you see for he had left me under that same old oak tree.
Now some say it’s wondrous and some say it was the weed but I say I slept soundly on old shoe and seed.
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16. Wild Weeds


Wild weeds are like you and me in many a way, they can be unwanted or asked to stay.

Some very plain, some kind of prickly we are kind to call spiny, some so very very small we just say tiny.

Most are in places humans don’t go and never think of unless in the garden they show.

Like you or me sometimes not listened to unless they hide in someone bigger’s shoe.

But now and then a closer look is needed and that weed becomes a flower everyone wants seeded.

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17. First Aid for Writers!

Writer’s First AidDo YOU want to learn to write for children?

If so, then here’s a great little book that can help!

It’s called Writer’s First Aid: Getting Organized, Getting Inspired, and Sticking To It! by Kristi Holl.

Writer’s First Aid is divided into four sections for easy reference: “Getting Started,” “Work Habits That Work for You,” “Money and Other Practical Matters,” and “Creating the Writing Life You Want.”

When a writer is experiencing a particular problem, he or she can turn to the section of the book covering that topic and find 10 articles. These range from the very practical (in the work habits section) to inspirational and challenging (in the section on creating the writing life you want).

Articles in Writer’s First Aid fit the busy writer’s schedule: long enough to be helpful, yet short enough to be read during ten-minute breaks.

Think of Writer’s First Aid as a medicine chest, full of good things for what ails many writers. Medicine chests contain items that kill pain, bind up wounds, bring restoration, and increase vitality.

Order the book here.

Holl is the author of 35 books, both fiction and nonfiction. Visit her blogsite for writers called Writer’s First Aid: A Medicine Chest of Hope. Visit her website at www.kristiholl.com.

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