It was actually +/- 800 Nez Perces - men, women, children, elderly, and their journey was over 1,500 miles. This was a good read and it's a major inflection point in U.S. history. If one's interested in more, I recommend The Last Indian War, The Nez Perce Story by Elliott West. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/0199769184/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1684897011&sr=8-1
I've toyed around with the idea of creating an information literacy game that begins with intentionally starting a wild and false rumor on campus that inductively leads students toward evaluating the veracity of the rumor.
Have you considered using a campus radio station broadcasting a news report using the same concept? Alien invasion and all that. I've heard that Mars could work as a plausible source. Even better, broadcast over AM. Apparently, no one listens to it anymore, and it's considered useless. Long fuse, slow burn right?
-chuckle- That's it. I was going to post that picture again but I didn't have the image option. And I didn't go past three because, dammit, I was being responsible. . .
Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo. . . But I digress. First, let me say that I'm pretty sure tequila can provide the same hallucinogenic effect and at a much lower price point if that's what you're looking for. Anyway, a few years back, Miss C. posted a great article on archived books. One highlighted was a 1941 cocktail book So Red the Nose - cocktails submitted by famous authors. It included Death in the Afternoon from Ernest Hemingway:
Pour 1 jigger of Absinthe into a champagne glass. Add ice cold champagne until it obtains the proper opalescent milkiness. Drink 3 to 5 of these slowly.
As someone who loves both licorice and alcohol (responsibly), let me say that proper opalescent milkiness, is indeed a subjective preference. For the record, I made it to three. Thank you Ernest. Also, an editor's note to the recipe: After six, the sun also rises.
I find the thought of a lady bug strolling along a my totally clean and empty colon as potentially extremely ..discomforting.. I'm clenching just thinking about it. I'm leaning toward lulz on this one too.
Several years ago, along with others, I'm in the recovery area after a colonoscopy. A doctor goes in to a curtained area next to mine and begins to lecture a young woman.
"I see you ate before the procedure, didn't we give you instructions not to?"
"Yeah, but I was really hungry."
"Well, we're not going to be able to use these results. Do you know how expensive this procedure is?"
There was a lot more, but what was the offending food? Pomegranate seeds. Thought I was gonna die.
Not. Even. Close. I'm in Southern Maine and used to travel quite a bit to and from Boston. A stop at the NH liquor store was pretty much de rigueur. You can always tell the out-of-staters; wine/liquor goes out by the case - a case holding a whole bunch of different stuff. And around the Holidays? Yikes!
It's no accident that New Hampshire has massive liquor stores on both sides of I-95 at the Maine state line. Maine's tried to combat that for years but refuses to forgo the tax revenue. The Amtrak Downeaster runs from Maine to Boston. A few weeks ago, some idjit decided that for the 35 miles the train was in NH, alcohol could not be served unless it was purchased in NH. Amtrak gets all It's alcohol from Maine. That lasted about a week. As for beer, we're closing in on around 200 craft breweries. Most now have their own tasting rooms and are expanding into adding food. It's become a multi-million dollar industry and the beer for the most part is excellent.
Everything causes climate change. Latest research: The global food system, and the agriculture industry that supports it, could cause as much global warming as all human activity has caused since the industrial revolution.
Have you considered using a campus radio station broadcasting a news report using the same concept? Alien invasion and all that. I've heard that Mars could work as a plausible source. Even better, broadcast over AM. Apparently, no one listens to it anymore, and it's considered useless. Long fuse, slow burn right?
As someone who loves both licorice and alcohol (responsibly), let me say that proper opalescent milkiness, is indeed a subjective preference. For the record, I made it to three. Thank you Ernest. Also, an editor's note to the recipe: After six, the sun also rises.