#manna munch

[kmac4him1st]

Yet I Know

Sometimes we need that little "bump" of God strength infused in our human condition. This Mid Day Manna munch should be perfect for that. Enjoy Psalm 22! God bless ya.

Sometimes by the Mid-Day hour there are those days, in the midst of sorrowful, soul gutting times, that we feel we can’t make it through the day. Psalm 22 has the wisdom that says the opposite, that not only can we make it through, but we can make it through finishing well. Let’s take a look at it, so we can finish well too.  Hope This Mid Day Manna Munch Nourishes Your Soul. Kimberly Mac,…

[star-on-a-beach]

MASS TAOCCTOBER: Chew, Lesson, Drill, Replace, Retire, and Seconds

Okay so

We got

Manna munching on some lettuce

Ode giving Vaga a history lesson

Crazy unnamed drill demiboy/enby/whateverthefucktheyare

Slyn reminiscing on the fact he was fucking replaced

Retired old Icia AU

Aaaaaand Latte serving up some seconds

Aaaaand I'm all caught up! Yippee!

@porcelain-chefs @sh4tt3rg1rl

[the-little-melkie]

I’ll try to teach you later, ok?

*You now have a bowl of strawberries!*

— @agent-of-calamity

Okay!

*Manna starts munching on the strawberries.*

[sohannabarberaesque]

Inspired, obviously, by the packaging for Geiser's Potato Chips, a now-obscure Midwestern brand thereof

[Mise en scene: Jellystone Park--where else? As the scene opens, we find Yogi Bear and Boo-Boo gazing skywards when they notice something falling from the skies ...] YOGI BEAR, rather exuberantly in scenarios such as this: Hey, Boo-Boo!! It looks like some rather delicious-tasting tourist-type goodies falling from the sky ... almost like manna from heaven! [It turns out that the object in question is two packets of potato chips ... and as Yogi chases off into the meadow to retrieve them, he slips on some mud and lands backward on the ground with a thud. Whereupon--] BOO-BOO, Yogi's "lil' bruin buddy," rushing to the scene of the impact: As you were saying, Yogi ...? [At any rate, the potato chip packets land on the ground and, inevitably, Yogi munches away his fill, sharing some with Boo-Boo. Perhaps it may be safe to assume Ranger Smith, who otherwise gives Yogi no end of annoyance over his pilfering of picnic baskets, has his hands full with other matters this time]

[reedreadsgreek]

John 6:58–59

58 οὗτός ἐστιν ὁ ἄρτος ὁ ἐξ οὐρανοῦ καταβάς, οὐ καθὼς ἔφαγον οἱ πατέρες καὶ ἀπέθανον· ὁ τρώγων τοῦτον τὸν ἄρτον ζήσει εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα. 59 Ταῦτα εἶπεν ἐν συναγωγῇ διδάσκων ἐν Καφαρναούμ. 

My translation: 

58 “This is the bread having come down out of heaven, not as the fathers ate and died; the one chewing on this bread will live unto the age.” 59 These things he said in synagogue teaching in Capernaum. 

Notes:

6:58 

The near-demonstrative pronoun οὗτός is substantival and the predicate nominative of the present ἐστιν (from εἰμί) and ὁ ἄρτος is the subject. The articular 2nd aorist participle ὁ ... καταβάς (from καταβαίνω) is attributive with ὁ ἄρτος; the aorist-tense of the participle denotes antecedent action (“the bread that came down”). The participle is modified by the spatial prepositional phrases ἐξ οὐρανοῦ. The statement is elliptical, and the referent of οὗτός is not clear. οὗτός may refer to the following οὐ καθὼς clause (“The bread which came down out of heaven is of this nature: it is not like the bread your fathers ate, and they died”). Alternatively, οὗτός may refer to the clause introduced by ὁ τρώγων, with ὅτι implied (“The bread which came down out of heaven is this ... that the one who eats it ...”), in which case the οὐ καθὼς ... ἀπέθανον clause is parenthetical. 

The present clause is literally, “not as the fathers ate and died.” A subject for the comparison must be supplied in English (i.e., “it”, referring to the bread just mentioned) as well as a noun within the comparative clause (i.e., “the bread” or “the manna”); NET: “it is not like the bread your ancestors ate”. The negated comparative adverb οὐ καθὼς modifies the implied subject. The subject of the 2nd aorists ἔφαγον (from ἐσθίω) and ἀπέθανον (from ἀποθνῄσκω) is οἱ πατέρες (“your ancestors”, NRSV, NIV, NET). 

The articular present participle ὁ τρώγων (from τρώγω “I munch, eat”; see note on v. 54) is substantival and the subject of the future ζήσει (from ζάω). The near-demonstrative pronoun τοῦτον is attributive with τὸν ἄρτον which is the direct object of the participle. The verb is modified by the temporal prepositional phrase εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα (“live forever”, most translations). For εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα, see note on 4:14. 

6:59  The substantival ταῦτα refers to the comments of the preceding discourse, extending perhaps as far back as verse 25 (CGT); others suggest a change in venue at verse 41. Jesus is the unexpressed subject of the 2nd aorist εἶπεν (from λέγω). The verb is modified by the locative prepositional phrase ἐν συναγωγῇ; articles are often omitted in prepositional phrase, and the phrase may be rendered, “in the synagogue” (so most translations). ZG says the phrase is similar to how we would say, “in church”. The present participle διδάσκων (from διδάσκω) modifies λέγω and is temporal (“he said while teaching”). The prepositional phrase ἐν Καφαρναούμ may limit ἐν συναγωγῇ (“in the synagogue which is in Capernaum”), or it could modify διδάσκω.

[soracities]

“You know these? he asks. La Biblia? They are made in Seville. He is holding up a biscuit, wrapped in blue and red and white tissue paper. La Biblia, he repeats, the Bible, because they are like the manna that fell from heaven on to the desert. A manna made from almonds, the sweetest biscuit on earth [...]

I unwrap one. Oval and the colour of baked bread. The size of a tongue. Yours or mine. Polvoro Arteseno de Almendra. A slight smell of cinnamon. Weight: 32gr. each. I take a small bite for both of us. The baked wheat flour and almond dust, sweet and a little greasy, lines the top of the palette, it sticks to the curved roof of the mouth, whilst below, on the floor, on our tongue lie tiny fragments of roasted nut to shift between the teeth and bite into.

Munching a Biblia is like pulling an almond blanket over our two heads to keep out sand, rain, the wind or the probing searchlight from the mirador.”

John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters

[sciencenewsforstudents]

A tale of fecal transplants Down Under hints that microbes could help choosy koalas expand their diets.

Capsules loaded with intestinal bacteria changed the gut microbial communities of recipient koalas, and may have helped shift the animals’ diets. These fecal transplants gave microbes from koalas that mostly ate one type of eucalyptus, called messmate, to other koalas that usually munched manna gum, a different eucalypt. Some of the koalas that received the treatment upped their messmate intake, researchers report August 21 in Animal Microbiome.

“The more that [the microbial community] changed, the more messmate they ate, which suggests that the microbiome is influencing what the koalas are able to eat,” says Michaela Blyton, an animal ecologist and microbiologist at the University of Queensland in Brisbane, Australia.

Some koalas will eat several eucalypts, while others stick to one type. The animals are listed as vulnerable in some parts of Australia, and a restricted diet can get them into trouble. In 2013, the koala population in Cape Otway in southern Australia boomed and chowed through leaves of their preferred manna gum (Eucalyptus viminalis), killing many of the trees. Even though messmate (Eucalyptus obliqua) was available, koalas there starved to death. So having a tool to help make the animals less choosy when it comes to food could be useful for conservation.

Blyton and colleagues wondered if changing koalas’ gut microbiomes — the collections of intestinal bacteria and other microbes found in an organism — could help the marsupials adapt to other foods in a pinch. Koalas rely on those microbes to help them digest eucalyptus, which varies by species in protein and fiber content and in the types of toxins in the leaves. The team tracked messmate koala eaters and collected their poop and extracted its microbes, which the scientists packaged into acid-resistant pills for manna gum–eating koalas that were captured and brought to the lab.

The microbiomes of those koalas were monitored for a few days. Then, half of the 12 koalas studied were given fecal transplant capsules from messmate eaters, and half fecal transplants pills from manna gum eaters as a control. Koalas received the poop pills for nine days, before their food intake and gut microbes were monitored for an additional 18 days.

There wasn’t a huge difference between the treatment and control groups in terms of messmate consumption. But koalas that received the fecal transplant from messmate eaters ate more of that eucalyptus once their gut bacteria more closely resembled the gut bacteria of messmate eaters. Still, how well the fecal transplants took hold varied among individual koalas, says Blyton, who mostly worked on the project while at Western Sydney University. One koala increased its messmate intake to nearly half of its total food consumption.

“The ability to change the microbiome of an animal like a koala is pretty impressive,” says Kevin Kohl, an animal physiologist at University of Pittsburgh, who studies the microbiome but was not part of the study. Most such transplants have been done in small lab animals, with greater success in sterile rodents as opposed to animals captured from the wild who come with their own microbial community.

But Kohl isn’t quite convinced that fecal transplants caused some koalas to chomp more messmate. While consumption and the microbiome are correlated, it’s “hard to disentangle whether it was the microbiome [changing] the food intake or the food intake changing the microbiome,” he says.

“The work is really creative,” says Denise Dearing, a nutritional ecologist at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City who has collaborated with two of the study coauthors on other projects. “We may be able to use fecal transplants to help conserve [threatened or] endangered species,” she says.

For koalas, that could mean giving them fecal transplants when the animals are captured and moved to new habitats, Blyton says. Or the pills could be used as a probiotic to help koalas’ microbiomes bounce back after a bout of antibiotics, which many koalas in northern Australia receive to treat chlamydia.

[alpha-dog-training-slc-blog]

#AlphaDogTraining #dogtrainingsaltlakecity

Dog Training – What Works and What Doesn’t

Published by Alpha Dog Training

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Treats can be great motivators. But if your dog will only obey for a treat, then HE is in charge of his obedience, not you.

Some dog training methods are based on what makes the OWNER feel good, rather than on what actually makes sense to the DOG. For example....

In our politically-correct world, "positive only" or "purely positive" dog training has become popular nowadays.

With that philosophy, you use food to encourage your dog to do something. If he does the desired behavior, he receives the food. If he doesn't do the behavior, nothing happens.... even if he knows how to do the behavior but is choosing to blow you off.

You don't even say "No" to him if he does a behavior that you don't want – like barking too much, jumping on people, lunging at other dogs, and so on. No matter how bad his behavior is, you don't do anything that would make him feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or unhappy – even for a split second, and even if doing so would completely solve a really bad behavior.

Imagine if we raised our kids that way.

The problem with "positive only" dog training

Well, that's easy. It doesn't work. Oh, it's fine for teaching fun things – like tricks – where it really doesn't matter whether your dog obeys or not. If you tell him to shake hands or roll over and he doesn't do it, who cares?

But for teaching your dog to come when called in the presence of temptations or distractions.... for teaching your dog to act politely (rather than aggressively or fearfully) toward strangers or other dogs.... for teaching your dog to stop jumping on people, stop barking, stop chasing the cat.......positive-only dog training doesn't work.

Think about it. What happens when you want your dog to stop chasing a cat and come to you – but at that particular moment he's not hungry and would RATHER chase the cat than munch on a biscuit?

Owners who rely on positive-only dog training are stuck whenever their dog "isn't in the mood" to do something.... or even more importantly, to STOP doing something.

An old trainer once said that if a dog really wants to chase a cat, he will chase it "regardless of biscuits showering upon him like manna from heaven."

Positive-only dog training does not teach your dog to respect you. And it is RESPECT that motivates a dog to be well-behaved even at times when he doesn't feel like it.

Why Respect Training makes more sense to dogs

Respect Training is a balanced philosophy of dog training. "Balanced dog training" means both positive and negative consequences for one's behaviors.

Real life for ALL living creatures consists of learning from both positive and negative consequences.

Positive     consequences encourage us to repeat a behavior.

Negative     consequences discourage us from repeating a behavior.

For example, we hold the door open and someone says, "Thank you!" (positive), so we are likely to do it again. We take an extra-long lunch break and the boss docks our pay (negative), so we are less likely to do that again. We learn from both positive and negative consequences and behave accordingly.

Your dog learns from both positive and negative consequences. Momma Dog will let Puppy know if he is playing reasonably or if he gets too rough.

So do dogs. When a puppy plays with his mother, if his style of play is reasonable, she responds in a positive manner. But if he gets too rough, she is quick to correct with a growl.

Does Puppy become depressed and never play with another dog again? Of course not. He is happy to play – only more gently.

Dogs learn best from balanced dog training, where their behaviors can result in positive OR negative consequences.

Positive     consequences means you reward desirable     behaviors with praise, petting, toys, games, and yes, treats.

Negative     consequences means you correct undesirable     behaviors with a corrective word, tone of voice, body language, hands,     collar, or the leash. Negative doesn't mean abuse! You can absolutely     correct your dog without being cruel. Don't ever let the "purely     positive" folks tell you otherwise.

Be     realistic and fair with your dog. Show him positive and negative     consequences so he can make an informed choice.

By showing your dog both positive and negative consequences, he can make a conscious choice to do what you want – not only when he's in the mood for a reward/treat, but also when he might not care a hoot about the reward/treat but he still controls himself because he doesn't want a correction.

All of life works this way – "cause and effect."

And here's the best part....

When YOU become the arbiter of your dog's behaviors – the one who gets to say yea or nay about what he's allowed to do – your dog feels respectful toward you.

And once your dog respects you, he will listen to you. He will pay attention to you. He will do whatever you ask, and stop any misbehavior upon a single word from you.

[edikdolotina]

These Japanese cinnamon candies reminded me of my childhood. Our weekend chores included gathering firewood. And on our way to the forested area, we always stopped by a meadow full of cinnamon shrubs. I did not know they were cinnamon because the old folks call them Manna and much later when I was introduced to cinnamon in my capuccino that I knew they were cinnamon. We then grab some of its twigs and munch the barks on our way to get wood. Spicy and minty with a hint of sweetness, the barks are a welcome taste from all the sweet candies we had. I don't know if there are still wild cinnamon in my hometown these days. (at Zumarraga, Samar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSGosvuBAdr/?utm_medium=tumblr

[polandgallery]

Polish Literature: Passover Night 1942 by Yala Korwin (1933 - 2014)

not a crumb of leavened or unleavened bread and no manna fell no water sprang out of the bunker's wall the last potato was gone we sat and we munched chunks of potato-peels more bitter than herbs we didn't dare to sing and open the door for Elijah we huddled and prayed while pillars of clouds massed above our heads and pillars of fire loomed like blazing traps

■ Yala Korwin is the author of one of the most remembered poems of the Holocaust, “The Little Boy with His Hands Up,” Yala Korwin, was born in Poland. She was interned in a concentration camp in Germany during the war. Following liberation she went to France as a refugee and stayed there for 10 years. She immigrated to the U.S. in 1965. Her book, To Tell the Story:Poems of the Holocaust, was published in 1987.

[shankarjaikishanfansassnintl]

‘Hum Dono’ : Me and Dev Anand

Subramaniam Viswanathan shared a link.

‘Hum Dono’ : Me and Dev Anand

(Remembering Dev Anand on his 97thBirthday … and one of his heart-warming films)

Dharamdev Pishorimal Anand, (popularly known as Dev Anand) was born exactly 97 years back. Had he been alive today, he would have probably still dressed as nattily in an orange-coloured suit and a chequered shirt, buttoned up to neck (never mind, if it is a hot summer afternoon), as he used to do … and would have talked as animatedly about his next film project on yet another ‘new topical subject’ to be shot in London or New York. One had expected him to carry on the same way till he sprinted on to 100, whirling around with the same amazing energy, enthusiasm and ‘Never-Grow-Old’ attitude. But Time can catch up with even Dev Anand, and one night in 2011, he bowed down and left abruptly with his characteristic briskness.Dev Anand was easily my chosen ‘Matinee Idol’ amongst the Triumvirate Trinity of the 50s and 60s. Not that he was a better actor than Dilip Kumar, or a grander show-man that Raj Kapoor, but Dev Anand had that something special in him, a casual breeziness, a sophisticated charm and a set of amusing mannerisms, that made it more interesting for me, than sit through Dilip Saab’s morose mumblings or RK’s overdone simpleton image.So Dev Anand and his Navketan banner allured me to be many more matinees than what a college student could afford to spend his academic time or pocket-money on. It soon came to a stage that if one had to choose between two back-to-back gruelling Chemistry lectures at SIES college (during the two-year Science course, pre-engineering), or a Dev Anand film at the nearby Rupam at Sion Circle (now PVR), .. well, one succumbed to the latter without any resistance. After all, it was important to keep oneself mentally refreshed … to sit through the next day’s gruelling lectures at college. The professors too at SIES were hardly as flambuoyant and entertaining as Dev Anand. So if all those matinee shows had taken a toll on my mark-sheets, I would blame it all squarely on Dev Anand.My first ‘introduction’ with him was through a ‘Filmfare’ cover, when I was a four or five-year old kid. I was told that the handsome ‘uncle’ with the puffed hair was the one who had sung on screen my then favourite song ‘Khoya Khoya Chand’--- probably the first song I ever remember having heard on radio, thanks to Binaca Geetmala. I never knew at that time that, for that particular song-sequence in ‘Kaala Bazaar’, Dev Anand would be seen romping in a valley dangling his arms loosely. But the song was catchy enough to make a four-year old romp in the room, dangling his arms or whatever.Then one grew up seeing his charm from time to time. The movies that one had missed during school-days were quickly caught up with in matinees … often sacrificing the college lectures. ‘Nau Do Gyarah’, ‘Tere Ghar Ke Saamne’, ‘Kaala Pani’, ‘Kaala Bazaar’, ‘Jewel Thief’, ‘Guide’ … 'Guide', and again ‘Guide’, they all followed one after another and soon one cultivated a taste for the Navketans brand of entertainment, in the fore-front of all of which was Dev Anand with his inimitable screen presence.So while a wildly romantic Shammi Kapoor was weirdly gesticulating and almost falling over the heroine with a Rafi song elsewhere in another theatre (catering to another bunch of college-bunkers in that vicinity), here was Dev Anand redefining Style and Romance for some of us at Rupam Matinees. Unlike Shammi Kapoor, he maintained a safe distance from his heroine but romped around her with a sheepish disarming molar-toothless grin, lip-synching a Rafi or Kishore song to floor the damsel. And he did things that nobody had done before, or even dared to do. He stood inclined at an angle of 30 degrees from the vertical axis, made elliptical rounds of the heroine and went hyper-‘bol’ with his rapid-fire dialogue delivery. (I did not miss my Geometry classes, Mind You!).So, whether his Hollywood role-model Gregory Peck would have approved of his stock mannerisms or not, one simply adored Dev Anand for his unique style statements, his sophisticated get-ups, his hat, his mischievous grin (molar-less), his slanted posture, his restlessly gesturing hands, his nodding of head vehemently to make a point, his making big eyes at the lady and then covering his face with the hat, his prancing around with an abrupt hop here or there, and his amusingly clumsy run dangling his loose arms behind the heroine … singing all those wonderful songs, voiced either by a gossamer-soft Rafi or a golden-baritone Kishore.So whether he was breezily driving a truck out of New Delhi singing ‘Hum hain raahi pyarke’ (‘Nau Do Gyarah’), oblivious of a stowaway bride (Kalpana Kartik) hiding behind, or serenading an impish Nutan down the Qutb Minar stairs with ‘Dil ka bhanwar kare pukar’ (‘Tere Ghar Ke Saamne’), or obliquely flirting with Waheeda Rehman in the upper tier of the train with a fake ‘devotional’ song – ‘Apne to har aah ek toofan hai’ (‘Kaala Bazaar’), or impressing a ‘Mushaira Mehfil’ and Simi Garewal in Kashmir with ‘Kahin bekhayal hokar yunhi choo liya kisine’ (‘Teen Deviyan’), or walking brazenly with a fishing rod right in front and blocking Tanuja’s car with ‘Ye dil na hota bechara’ (‘Jewel Thief’) … one lapped them all with delight and asked for more.However Dev Anand’s ‘ever-green’ image would not have endured the test of time, had he not been supported by some men at the Navketans. There were many of them, but two were prominent. One, his own younger brother Director ‘Goldie’ Vijay Anand, whose every frame-shot sparkled with wit, sensitivity, elegance and intelligence, that one rarely found in Hindi Cinema. He left such a stamp of excellence in the films directed by him, so much so, that when you saw any great movie from the Navketans like ‘Hum Dono’ , which was not directed by him but by Amarjeet, you suspected Goldie’s brain-work behind the scenes.The other one was an old frail man, who had always appeared in Filmfare photos as ‘old’ to me since my earliest memories, but who had unfailingly given fresh and young-at-heart musical score to numerous films, … and Navketan Films were the beneficiaries of a lion’s share of the brilliant songs composed by him. Sachin Dev Burman-Da was an unadulterated musical genius all the way, a boon to Hindi Film Music industry and remains to be a connoisseur’s delight till date. He was a minimalist in the use of his orchestra, but yet a perfectionist to the core. One could imagine him sitting with his harmonium munching ‘paan’s from his ‘Paan ka Dabba’ on one side for continual inspiration, and his maverick son on the other side for fresh inputs, who had his own way of making music with anything on hand, be it a broom or bucket.Burman-da (with the able support of Jaidev and son R.D.burman) used the voices of Rafi, Kishore, Manna Dey, Lata, Asha and Geeta Dutt, and occasionally his own voice, with perfect precision and delivered consistently classy songs, composed out of Majrooh Sultanpuri or Shailendra’s exquisite lyrics. Even today, if you pick at random any Navketan Films’ song and listen to it intently, you can’t help smiling with awe and wonder at the old man’s inventive creations.So whenever Dev Saab started leaning more dangerously (in popularity) than the Pisa Tower, to the point of instability , (to explain in scientific terms, the perpendicular line drawn from his Centre of Gravity falling outside his base of support …. well, I did manage to attend a few Physics lectures now and then at college, Mind You!), there were Vijay Anand and the Burmans (SDB earlier and RDB in later years) to prop him up again straight and tall, raising him to further glory.After peaking in full form with ‘Johnny Mera Naam’, Dev Anand took to direction and to be fair, did a fair job with ‘Prem Pujari’ and ‘Hare Rama Hare Krishna’. I think, he then took a brief break and reappeared again in a dozen more films in quick succession like ‘Shareef Badmaash’, ‘Chhupa Rustom’, ‘Warrant’, ‘Bullet, ‘Amir Gharib’ etc. etc. It was a mixed bag of hits and flops, but either way, one didn’t care much about them. Then somewhere as the 80s approached, he began to go hay-wire. Probably he took his own directorial abilities too seriously, and went on to produce and direct umpteen movies himself, which were bad, worse and indifferent, most of which went unnoticed. Almost all of them were colossal flops. But then Dev Saab seemed to shrug off one flop and go for another, much as the devil-may-care character that he played in ‘Nau Do Gyarah’ would have sung – ‘Flop thi naseeb mein, toh Flop se liya hai dum, Jubilee mile toh hum aur bhi young ho liye’!Though one didn’t sit through the movies that he had made after ‘Des Pardes’ , one did wonder what kept him going and marvelled at his indomitable spirit and his love for life and his chosen profession. The films that he made did not matter, but the incredible passion with which he made them surely mattered. The work he produced in his later years, was not important, but his philosophy of life and work surely was. Dev Anand became an inspiration for the ageing lot, and a guide on how to keep fit and active, and get continuously engaged in one’s work till the end … and not get bogged down by success or failure, hit or flop. I suspect, Dev Saab followed the ‘Geeta’ closely, whether he admitted it in public or not. I think he believed in what he had professed in HRHK - ‘Jeet lo man ko padh ke Geeta, Man hi haara to kya jeeta, to kya jeeta’.He didn’t have time to look at the past, but his old fans like me, generally skipped his new films and re-visited his old ones. One such was ‘Hum Dono’.I had caught up with ‘Hum Dono’ quite late in a matinee show.The first few minutes of absolute silence to begin a film with, with the heroine placating the hero with a cigarette lighter, was a master stroke. Then as Rafi mellowly begins ‘Abhi na jaao chodkar …’, you knew for sure that this is going to be an exceptionally good film. Later, one had gone back to check and reconfirm that the film is not directed by Vijay Anand. No, it was not Vijay Anand in the credits, but Amar Jeet, another insider in the Navketan Camp, who seemed to have done his home-work in script writing and direction, exactly the way Goldie would have wanted him to do.But one was watching the film, more for watching Dev Anand in action, and what’s more, there were two of them. But strangely, none of the two nodded the head vehemently or spoke at a rapid speed or ran at a tilted angle behind the heroines (Sadhana and Nanda), dangling the arms. Instead, Dev Anand was all seriousness in both the roles, and proved that he can also pull off brilliantly understated performances, when the roles demanded. So the man sans his mannerisms did’nt disappoint at all.There are no villains in ‘Hum Dono’, only tricky circumstances. The lead characters (two Dev Anands and two heroines) forming a quadrangle, are gentle and humane, but despite the best of intentions, end up in mutual conflict. The screenplay flows smoothly with the unemployed Dev Anand getting insulted by Sadhana’s father, and walking away in a huff straight to military enrolment, his meeting with his look-alike ‘Major’ (with a different hair-style and a Sam Maneckshaw moustache), the Major going missing in war, the Dev Anand No.1 returning home and taking the place of Dev Anand No.2 out of compulsion, No.2 returning home alive but lame, the ensuing misunderstandings and the final resolution.The plot is not exactly extra-ordinary and as hackneyed as an average movie of the 60s. But ‘Hum Dono’ engages the attention with its straight-forward narrative, veering off from excessive melodrama and staying clear of stereotyped trappings like comic relief, dance numbers, stunts etc. At the end of it all, ‘Hum Dono’ emerges as a sincerely made film, and leaves you with a warm heart and a fulfilment of having watched a ‘good and clean’ film.‘Hum Dono’ was reprinted in colour, but my own memories of such classic ‘matinee shows’ are firmly etched in B&W.The music of ‘Hum Dono’ too had its own role in elevating ‘Hum Dono’ to the status of a classic. Sahir Ludhianivi’s exquisite poetry and Jaidev’s sublime compositions and the voices of Rafi, Asha and Lata had together combined to create a memorable album. Each song is still a gem to treasure, but what made the most impact on mind, was this breezy philosophical number, in which Dev Anand puffs away his worries, tosses his cigarette on the pond and walks on facing forward.बरबादियों का सोग मनाना फ़जूल था

बरबादियों का जश्न मनाता चला गयाजो मिल गया उसी को मुकद्दर समझ लिया

जो खो गया मैं उसको भुलाता चला गयाग़म और ख़ुशी में फ़र्क़ न महसूस हो जहाँ

मैं दिल को उस मक़ाम प�� लाता चला गयामैं ज़िन्दगी का साथ निभाता चला गया

हर फ़िक्र को धुएँ में उड़ाता चला गयाI think, that’s exactly the way Dev Saab lived … and perhaps that’s exactly the way, one should live.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbTY_m5yZ0w

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Sometimes we are just so depleted from our morning and we need that Mid-Day Manna Munch to revitalize our spirit with God’s Truth and energize our soul in faith from His passion and power. Need some God Strength so you can end your day well. Make room for God’s Mid-Day Manna Munch! #BeSo24 #Truth #Faith #Christian

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Eating for 1.5

We all do it, we all let our guard down and submit to our cravings. Those impecable sugary slices of doom and pestilence that caress our tongues only to go beserk in our gut. The health kick often escapes us at some point over a fairly regimented week surely to be replaced by the diet and meal plan of an 18 year old student with a 50% off voucher for Dominos. So then, we eat. We eat each morsel like it was manna from heaven and only when completing our gorge we mercilessly unleash the guilt upon ourselves with fire and fury and give subliminal orders to leave none of our minds hiding places unturned in the quest for revenge on our own weakness. The gorging must be atoned you see, there must be retribution. I mean the cholesteral and extra inchage on the waist is simply not enough. There must be psychological wreckage also. Indeed, that is always how it pans out and no amount of willpower is ever strong enough to withhold the onslaught of salty snack cravings or sweet diabetic coma inducing sugary treats we may fall to. We all succumb to our own downfall in some way or another. Perhaps the few minutes of heavenly taste and munching is indeed the last great con, the last great swindle that we play upon ourselves. A test we are always doomed to fail, even the most valiant need sustinance for fecks sake. Then the inevitable weapy tears from the colon as the pizza embarks on its last journey like all the well rounded warriors that patron a steep water slide in some code violating theme park. Wee, Wee, Wee, I can almost hear the faint sounds inside my digestive tract allowing itself one last hurrah. When really ever knowing that some not so delicious fibre intake (yum)would shake things up, would give us a workout from the inside out. Then the reflection, oh whoa is me, I have failed (again), but surely there is always tomorrow. And do you know what, there always is. There always is. Read the full article

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Why the Women of Broad City are the Stoner Heroines We’ve Been Waiting For

Jennifer Boeder of High Times Reports:

As we embark upon the premiere of the final season of Broad City, we recount all the reasons why Abbi and Ilana are the weed queens the world so desperately needed.

When the cultural history of marijuana is recounted, the women of Broad City will be ranked alongside Willie Nelson, Dennis Peron, Bob Marley, and Jeffrey Lebowski as some of its most groundbreaking and influential 420 icons. Lead characters Abbi Abrams and Ilana Wexler (played by the show’s creators, Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer) have given us a completely original entry in the cannabis canon: a female Stoner Duo.

Stoner Heroes have been with us since the release of Easy Rider in 1969. The archetype arose with the ’60s counterculture, but much like cannabis itself, the trope evolved into an array of countless strains. Cheech and Chong’s Up In Smoke, however, spurred a seismic change in stoner screen-history. Released in 1978, the film not only invented the stoner comedy genre, it expanded the archetype of the lone Stoner Hero into the even-more-iconic Stoner Duo.

Up In Smoke laid the blueprint for Half Baked, The Big Lebowski, Pineapple Express and a plethora of other films. It birthed iconic duos like Bill and Ted, Craig and Smokey, Method Man and Redman, Harold and Kumar, Jay and Silent Bob, and Shaggy and Scooby.

While these onscreen Stoner Duos have been remarkably diverse in terms of age, race, and socioeconomic status they’re almost inevitably male. Historically, the rare stoner chicks we’ve seen in film and television are bit players, adjacent to male leads. Exactly one woman made Ranker’s Top 20 Most Influential Stoners In Film History: Annie Hall, a Woody Allen character from 1977.

All of the above explains why, when women saw Broad City for the first time, millions of us nearly dropped our bongs. Finally, we were seeing ourselves onscreen for the first time–and not as desperate suburbanite widows driven to drug-dealing; or cute, pixie sidekicks to leading male characters. Broad City puts fully-realized lady dope fiends center stage. 

The show also treats pot differently than any series that came before it. While weeddrives the plot of some episodes, it’s also just a part of the landscape–like bodegas, graffiti, and the subway. Whether Abbi and Ilana are partying, FaceTiming, masturbating, working, eating, managing sprained ankles, or coping with heartbreak, getting stoned is portrayed as essential– but also ordinary. Like regular trips to Bed Bath and Beyond as well as the love and loyalty of dear friends, cannabis is experienced as an integral accessory for the human condition.

In honor of this iconic, trailblazing duo (and the fifth and final season of Broad City), here’s a breakdown of the ways in which Abbi and Ilana are the weed queens we didn’t know we needed:

Abbi and Ilana Take Pot Seriously 

In Season 1, Episode 2, Abbi embarks on the heroine’s journey of buying her own pot like a grown adult—a quest inspired by the sight of Ilana pulling a bag of weed from her own vagina.

In Season 2, Episode 9, Ilana plunges into a fiery romance with Adele, a mirror image of Ilana who seems perfect in every way—but when Adele wrinkles her nose and announces that she doesn’t smoke pot, Ilana promptly shows her the door.

Men might compromise on this issue, but weed queens have their priorities straight.

Fast forward to Season 3, Episode 4, in which Ilana throws a party at her apartment to raise funds for a rat exterminator. She rummages through her belongings, apartment, and hair in search of spare nugs she can sell. And the weed bar she assembles is truly a sight to behold.

They Also Overdo it

In a quest to be an adult who purchases her own pot, Abbi gets mistaken for a weed dealer and ends up scoring from a middle schooler. Then, she decides to smoke in the bathroom at the dentist’s office– and triggers the smoke alarm and sprinkler system. Then there’s Ilana, who frequently smokes joints before napping at work and is known to steal office supplies that she uses to barter for grass.

Then there’s the time in Season 2, Episode 9, when the duo gleefully vape at their coat check job and lose Kelly Ripa’s coat. There’s also that classic moment while attempting to swipe an air-conditioner from an NYU dorm room in Season 2, Episode 1, that they decide to teach some undergrads about “the dangers of ripping underage bongs.” How they do this? By ripping bong hits with them, of course.

Obviously, no one should steal, or vape at work, or purchase weed from eighth-graders, or get underage boys high; yes, these are unarguably foolish decisions. But it’s liberating to watch female fuckups act irresponsibly. Male stoners onscreen (and in real life) have always had permission—nay, encouragement—to be libertines and jackasses. As Broad City’s executive producer Amy Poehler noted, Abbi and Ilana’s transgressive behavior is intentional: “Women always have to be the eye rollers, as the men make a mess. We didn’t want that. Young women can be lost, too.”

Abbi and Ilana are messy, and while their weed-fueled debauchery may not always be wise, it’s both subversive and funny-as-hell. And it’s genuinely refreshing to watch women who don’t care about their jobs get high and eat cereal. Abbi and Ilana DGAF about the grind: they’re too busy looking for the grinder.

Abbi and Ilana are Role Models for Women

Okay, capitalists. Maybe they’re not role models in terms of their non-striving, just-lie-and-leave approach to their jobs. And, sure: they probably shouldn’t have gone on that creepy Craigslist, housecleaning-in-your-underwear job to raise funds for a Lil Wayne concert. Or substituted weed shakes for Vicodin post-surgery. Or made out with super-stoned minors. Or tried to sneak pot into Israel by hiding bags of weed in their vaginas. These are all horrible ideas.

But I would argue their defiance, rule-breaking, and risk-taking is admirable and something females need to see more of–regardless of age. As Abbi Jacobson told theNew York Post, “Maybe not a lot of women on TV act the way we do—but a lot of the women we know act that way.”

Broad City hasn’t just broken boundaries around sex, nudity, queerness, and bodily functions– it’s also shattered the archetype around who’s allowed to be a slipshod stoner.

Weed is part of Abbi and Ilana’s unapologetic pursuit of pleasure, which is radical and deeply feminist. But their love for the herb pales in comparison to their love for each other. Their adoring friendship, both in front of and behind the camera, truly makes our Grinch heart grow three sizes.

“Where people of my rapidly advancing age had Jay and Silent Bob, millennials have Abbi and Ilana as their Stoner Superheroes, and thank Weed Jesus for that,” says Samantha Irby, comedian, blogger, and New York Times bestselling author of Meaty and We Are Never Meeting In Real Life. “It’s a shame that it feels revolutionary to see female friendship depicted in such a real and honest way, but it totally is. Abbi and Ilana have filled a little nug-sized hole in my heart and for that I’m forever grateful.” 

The Duo Prove Pot is a Feminist Issue

Season 4, Episode 1 opens with Abbi and Ilana strolling whilst casually discussing hairstyle choices. The camera pulls back to reveal they’re actually escorting a woman through an enraged throng of pro-lifers to the door of an abortion clinic. Ilana bids the woman farewell by saying, “Your body, your choice”—and then whips out a bowl and lights it. A protester yells at her, causing Ilana to blow dope smoke in his face and shriek, “You don’t know how much you need that!”

Abbi follows suit, exhaling smoke all over the infuriated crowd. Ilana puts the bowl in her pocket, and they walk off into the sunset, chatting with smiles on their faces. The camera cuts to the first protestor, standing in shock: “Why are we doing this?” he says to himself, munching on a cookie.

It’s 59 seconds of pure, smoke-laden genius. In under a minute, Abbi and Ilana somehow manage to convert a religious nut bag with the power of pot. They show us that young women can be stoner slackers while still stepping up to take direct action to defend women’s rights. The sight of them smoking grass in their clinic escort shirts is like manna from feminist stoner heaven.

Broad City is first and foremost an absurdist comedy. But despite its surreal silliness and ridiculous antics, it’s had a real impact on women.

“I can definitively say that if it weren’t for Broad City, I might not be in the cannabis industry today,” says Tiara Darnell, Oregon’s 2017 Budtender of the Year and host/executive producer of the podcast High, Good People. “These weed queens busted through the D.A.R.E. wall in my mind and helped me define my relationship with the plant. In the show and in real life, Abbi and Ilana have inspired me to define ‘normalization’ on my own terms and to create the smart stoner content I want to see in the world.”

And that’s exactly what the ladies of Broad City have instilled in canna-loving women across the world: be the Weed Queen you want to see in the world.

Jennifer Boeder is a content specialist at Grasslands: A Journalism-Minded Agency. She writes about cannabis, music, politics, and culture. Her work has appeared in Cannabis Culture, The Weed Blog, Oxygen, Chicagoist, Wonkette, Built In Chicago, Cuepoint and The Urbaness. She lives in Los Angeles.

TO READ MORE OF THIS ARTICLE ON HIGH TIMES, CLICK HERE.

https://hightimes.com/culture/why-women-broad-city-stoner-heroines-weve-been-waiting-for/

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🎼So you wanna go back to Egypt Where it's warm and secure Are sorry you bought the one way ticket When you thought you were sure You wanted to live in the land of promise But now it's getting so hard Are you sorry you're out here in the desert Instead of your own back yard Eating leaks and onions by the Nile Ooh what breath for dining out in style Ooh, my life's on the skids Building the pyramids Well there's nothing do but travel And we sure travel a lot 'Cause it's hard to keep your feet from moving When the sand gets so hot And in the morning it's manna hotcakes We snack on manna all day And we sure had a winner last night for dinner Flaming manna souffle Well we once complained for something new to munch The ground opened up and had some of us for lunch Ooh, such fire and smoke Can't God even take a joke? Huh? NO! So you wanna to back to Egypt Where your friends wait for you You can throw a big party and tell the whole gang Of what they said was all true And this Moses acts like a big shot Who does he think he is? Well it's true that God works lots of miracles But Moses thinks they're all his Oh we're having so much trouble even now Why'd he get so mad about that c-c-c-cow (that golded calf) Moses seems rather idle He just sits around, he just sits around and writes the Bible! Oh, Moses, put down your pen! What? Oh no, manna again? Oh, manna waffles Manna burgers Manna bagels Fillet of manna Manna patty BaManna bread! #fbf#keithgreen#soyouwannagobacktoegypt

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Are You Connected?

It is great that we can be connected to God all day long. Mid Day Manna Munch is a new spiritual habit that you can form, stopping for some Manna, Mid Day. We hope you enjoy. God bless ya, KimberlyMac

Pay attention to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for I pray to you. In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I plead my case to you and watch expectantly. Psalms 5:2-3 Mid Day Manna Munch I hope that you started your day with a Strong connection with God. I call that a vital-vertical personal relationship with God. Most of us are good at starting our day connected to…