I dont have fish hydrolysate, can I add fish meal to my AACT tea for similar results?
perhaps Microbeman can drop by and give you his advice
MM
Would a pound give you enough to run enough tests to feel comfortable giving a thumbs up or thumbs down?
I have the organic version (Naturox) and I could pick-up a pound of the non-organic meal at one of the nurseries tomorrow. I'd like to send you both versions to test if you wanted.
CC
To test it as a soil/microbe food I only need a 'lid'. [wonder if you used that expression for ounce in the old days?] Just a couple inches in a sandwich bag.
Was just a tot in the mid-70's..wasn't a lid 20 joints mannnnn??
But what's really sad is it never got weird enough for me. I moved to the country when the boat got too crowded. Then I learned that President Nixon had been eaten by white cannibals on an island near Tijuana for no good reason at all. Golly, you hear a lot of savage and unnatural things about people these days. Lazlo and Nixon are both gone now, but I don't think I'm going to believe that 'til I can gnaw on their skulls with my very own teeth. Fuck those people, huh? If they're out there, I'm going to find them, and I'm going to gnaw on their skulls. Because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me. - Dr. Gonzo
How 'bout that fish meal eh.....kicks some butt...Lids, eh?
Post SOL (Summer of Love '67) and it's now spring in 1968. The Age of Nixon was still a year away. The doomed and the damned awaited his arrival to clear out the Screwheads and then put them in positions of authority over their lives.
But back at the ranch in the Ortegas, bricks pressed using Coca-Cola syrup ("It the real thing!") were available for $45.00 and all you had to do was to hang out in front of the BOEL's Mystic Arts World (across from the infamous Taco Bell on PCH) and you'd be heading back to the horrors of Anaheim and Santa Ana in an hour or less with your brick.
Scale? We don't need no stinkin' scales and Ziplock bags were still a dream over at Dow Chemical so baggies were used. You stuffed the baggie as full as possible so that you had trouble getting the flap over to the other side which you held in place with Scotch Tape (transparent was preferred).
If the customer didn't get at least 50 'joints' then you were viewed as a cheat - an asshole or some other such name. Still - a brick would give you at least 25 'lids' and @ $10.00 there was plenty of money to be made.
Shit wasn't worth smoking but it was very ritualistic and that may have been more important than any perceived psychoactive benefit.
Then the Vietnamese Parklane cigarettes arrived on the scene. Then came Panama Red (with his White Horse Mesquilito). The halcyon days of sharing your 'lid' were over. There was money to be made and it all got pretty sad.
CC