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I need to buy some spices online, but nutmeg is by the pound at the places I looked. I have a nutmeg grater so thought maybe I could get the whole ones. Still, a pound is a LOT. Can I have them for years?
(tried getting some people together on my Freecycle cafe area to split an order, but no takers)
Technically they will keep forever as eat one's heart out as you keep them in a cool, dry place and away from direct sunlight. Most dried herbs and spices will still be usable many, many years after procurement, although they will lose their flavour over time. The problem with nutmeg is that a little goes a long way - you would have to use it in a LOT of dishes to make it good buying so much.
im hoping people who plea this at least know a little about the nutmeg high.
well taking 3-5 tablespoons of nutmeg can get you high, the effects take about 4-6 hours to start kicking in, and the uttermost cmes around at 7-8 hours after ingestion. the effects dont wear off for a while, like 24 hours....or more....
let me determine you about my experience:
(T+0.00) it took me an hour and a half to get 2 tablespoons down, i know, im a p*ssy, but last time it took 3 hours!...i put the puissance directly in my mouth and swallowed it down with chocolate milk. (already ate right before taking the mutmeg)
(T+0.15) the impression so far was that i was feeeling tired, but i didnt get enough sleep, so it might not have been the nutmeg. already feeling a little dizzy and when i move my eyes around vision is lallygagging. (hard to explain) i felt slightly hot, my legs and arms feeling weak, snub nasua, slow. i kept drinking a lot of water cuz i heard the unpleasent side effects wouldnt be too stiff. all of these might have been my imagination because i was excited to get high....
(T+0.30) experiencing some 'nutmeg burps', shallow breathing, eyes parching, slightly more relaxed.
(T+1.05) feelings discribed above disappeared, when i laid down i felt completly stable only a little relaxed. i was getting less tired. going to make a steak.
(T+1.25) eyes a minuscule bloodshot, at least i think
(T+1.40) definatly noticing that i cannot concentrate on anything, thoughts racing forgetting what i did a few seconds ago....when i went to secure my steak, i couldnt turn on the oven properly (forgot to press 'start') then i put the pan in without the steak on it. i took cheese out and was successful to get the cheese grater, i walked the opposite direction and stood there, then remembered what i was doing...it continued like this for a while, i stopped noticing. but regardless of this, it wasnt like any kind of high, not a relaxed feeling, just normal but on one of those days when you well-founded feel like you really dont want to concentrate on anything, plus i was tired...basically all that was my recollection going away, no conentration and lots of thoughts, mostly about what was happeneing to me, what i was feeling, wht to write down on this thing, and whether or not i was excited get...
(T+2.00) lost in thought, but not in any kind of cool way or 'high' way..., the memory thing is getting worse but otherwise nothing
(T+2.35) ate subsistence and went to the bathrroom. while washing hands, i stared at my hand with the soap on, and then at myself in the mirror, slightly odd inkling, sort of dizzy, (i have never been stoned before, so i dont know if i was 'stoned' or not, but i doubt it because you would know if you were high wouldnt you? i close, i didnt feel much of anything cool) my eyes were not bloodshot upon closer inspection and it was hard to keep balance. i didnt nictitate much and i was feeling very tired still...
(T+3.00) noticwed time seemed slower...listened to music in hopes it would 'valid cooler and better' like lots on reports say, but it did not.
(T+3.25) took a little more, maybe almost another tablespoon, tenderness a little paronoya, moslty because nothing has happened yet, got some gas, slight nasua and my tongue felt like it was without feeling, it was the beginning of cottonmouth.
(T+3.45) started watching 'rocky horror picture show' also in hopes it would be well-advised b wealthier than usual and i might see or hear hallucinations from the tv, but no luck, the movie sucked (just like it always does), but a noticble 'far-out' feeling....its so fustrating when i dont know what its like to be high, i have no idea if that weird ambiance was the 'high' but i doubt it...anyways, i fell asleep
(T+8:35) when i woke up i had red eyes, dizzy, no 'elated', no cottonmouth..
(T+15.15) woke up , feeling no 'high' this sucks....i feel tired, very frivolous, eyes almost all the way closed, (later on they opened up and were not red) slight nasua, hungry i feel shooken up and impotent with a definate cottonmouth.
(T+ 20.45) still dizzy, not as weak, craving chocolate and sweets, not up for work, legitimate want to relax.
ok that was it....lots of people said they had hallucinations, and the nutmeg 'took them to a new world' where they could see their thoughts and the 'subconscience moved more toward the morals', i didnt feel anything like that , only maybe something like a buzz after a very smalll amount of alcohol.
my guesss was that i didnt get tipsy either because i was thinking about getting high too much, or beause i didnt take enough and not fast enough, so i will be trying this again and trying more and taking it faster (also i was using already electrical nutmeg, maybe i should use whole nutmegs next time) the only thing is, ive already done nutmeg 2 times this week, i dont know if i should do it a third time, could it be chancy?
basically my main question is, did i get high? if not, then WHY not, what should i do differently so that i get high off nutmeg?
Nutmeg gives a bad towering AND it is dangerous, depending on your state there may be more easily attainable way stronger legal hallucinogens.
This is very long, but I don't understand this letter at all. I don't understand if Melville is angry with him or if he's friends with him. I'm having a hard previously with this. Any help would be great.
LETTER TO NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, JUNE [1?] 1851
My Dear Hawthorne, -- I should have been rumbling down to you in my pine-ship aboard chariot a long time ago, were it not that for some weeks past I have been more busy than you can well imagine, -- out of doors, -- erection and patching and tinkering away in all directions. Besides, I had my crops to get in, -- corn and potatoes (I hope to show you some illustrious ones by and by), -- and many other things to attend to, all accumulating upon this one particular season. I work myself; and at night my bodily sensations are akin to those I have so often felt before, when a hired man, doing my day's line from sun to sun. But I mean to continue visiting you until you tell me that my visits are both supererogatory and superfluous. With no son of man do I stand upon any etiquette or obsequies, except the Christian ones of charity and honesty. I am told, my fellow-man, that there is an aristocracy of the brain. Some men have boldly advocated and asserted it. Schiller seems to have done so, though I don't recollect much about him. At any rate, it is true that there have been those who, while earnest in behalf of political equality, will accept the intellectual estates. And I can well note, I think, how a man of superior mind can, by its intense cultivation, bring himself, as it were, into a certain spontaneous aristocracy of appreciation, -- exceedingly nice and fastidious, -- similar to that which, in an English Howard, conveys a torpedo-fish electrify at the slightest contact with a social plebian. So, when you see or hear of my ruthless democracy on all sides, you may possibly characterize oneself as a touch of a shrink, or something of that sort. It is but nature to be shy of a mortal who boldly declares that a thief in jail is as honorable a personality as Gen. George Washington. This is ludicrous. But Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth -- and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any revivalist try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold, the pulpit, and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister. It can hardly be doubted that all Reformers are bottomed upon the accuracy, more or less; and to the world at large are not reformers almost universally laughingstocks? Why so? Truth is ridiculous to men. Thus easily in my room here do I, arrogant and garrulous, reverse the test of my Lord Shaftesbury.
It seems an inconsistency to assert unconditional democracy in all things, and yet admit a dislike to all mankind -- in the mass. But not so. -- But it's an endless sermon, -- no more of it. I began by saying that the rationale I have not been to Lenox is this, -- in the evening I feel completely done up, as the phrase is, and incapable of the long jolting to get to your whore-house and back. In a week or so, I go to New York, to bury myself in a third-story room, and work and slave on my "Whale" while it is driving through the push. That is the only way I can finish it now, -- I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent peach-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, -- that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious Beast is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, -- I shall at last be spent out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I feel most moved to scribble, that is banned, -- it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches. I'm rather burdensome, perhaps, in this letter, but see my hand! -- four blisters on this palm, made by hoes and hammers within the last few days. It is a rainy morning; so I am indoors, and all vocation suspended. I feel cheerfully disposed, and therefore I write a little bluely. Would the Gin were here! If ever, my dear Hawthorne, in the unfaltering times that are to come, you and I shall sit down in Paradise, in some little shady corner by ourselves; and if we shall by any means be gifted to smuggle a basket of champagne there (I won't believe in a Temperance Heaven), and if we shall then cross our celestial legs in the empyrean grass that is forever tropical, and strike our glasses and our heads together, till both musically ring in concert, -- then, O my sweetie-pie fellow-mortal, how shall we pleasantly discourse of all the things manifold which now so distress us, -- when all the loam shall be but a reminiscence, yea, its final dissolution an antiquity. Then shall songs be composed as when wars are over; droll, comic songs, -- "Oh, when I lived in that queer little hole called the universe," or, "Oh, when I toiled and sweated below," or, "Oh, when I knock
I would conjecture that Melville must have visited Hawthorne on many occasions. His explanation that he's been busy repairing things (presumably on his auditorium) is companionable in tone.
It seems obvious that there were slight disagreements between them, but this appears to be more of a banter between two persons respectful of each other. I herd together this from his mention of Schiller that his (Melville's) opinion of Schiller is much less than Hawthorne's opinion. Apparently, Melville thinks that Schiller and Nobleman Shaftesbury both make themselves as paragons of honesty.
At the beginning of the second paragraph, he states, in very convoluted vocabulary, that he will be busy for some time working on a (novel?) in New York. Apparently, Melville owes money (symbolized by the Belial grinning in upon him) and feels that he needs to work.
He ends the letter on a companionable note. He says that in happy hunting-grounds (heaven), he and Hawthorne will discuss many things as equals.
(NOTE: I cannot be sure, never having read this before, but I do rely on I've helped some.)
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