we strive to survive causing least suffering possible / the Flux of Pink Indians gave me words for that
![Clinical significance
Variation in the OR6A2 gene has been identified as a likely cause of why some people enjoy the smell and taste of coriander (also known as cilantro) while others are extremely repulsed by it. [6] Depending on ancestry, between 3% and 21% of the population report disliking coriander: 21% for East Asians, 17% for Caucasians, 14% for those of African descent, 7% for South Asians, 4% for Hispanics, and 3% for Middle Eastern subjects. However, these figures don't represent the prevalence of the OR6A2 gene. [7] Some associate it with an intensely unpleasant taste, including a combination of soap and vomit, or say that it is similar to the foul smelling odor emitted by stinkbugs. This is suggested to be due to the presence of aldehyde chemicals, [8] which may be present in soap, various detergents, coriander, and several species of stinkbugs.[citation needed]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3ryj57vywg35fpszx5xmogoi/bafkreifxpafdaytsx6snehl3kc6mznmer7vxtziwfyni577dd5bmtiudkm)
![Early life
Sierra Ferrell was born in Charleston, West Virginia.[1] [better source needed] [2] After her parents divorced when she was around five years old, she lived with her mother and one of her two siblings in a trailer.[3] [4] This led to her spending less time with electronics and more time exploring outside. [5] Despite her home state's deep-rooted history in bluegrass music, Ferrell instead grew up listening to cassette tapes of '90s music that her mother owned, taking interest in such acts as 10,000 Maniacs and Tracy Chapman. [6] [7]
Ferrell's musical journey began in childhood, playing clarinet and singing choir in school, eventually learning to play guitar and even once, performing Shania Twain covers at a local bar. In her teens, she joined 600 lbs of Sin! as the vocalist, who started as a Grateful Dead cover group, [4] but later turned into a blues and roots jam band. She left the band for some time in 2012 to freighthop. Ferrell rejoined in 2013, but after feeling constrained creatively, she departed the band to independently pursue her musical aspirations.[7]
In her early twenties, she adopted a nomadic lifestyle, hitch-hiking, freighthopping, and living in her van, with the majority of her time spent busking between Seattle and New Orleans.
By this point, Ferrell had turned her attention towards playing folk music and its various offshoots, with fellow busking group Yes Ma'am making a particular impression on her musical style. [7] [8] It was also during this time that Ferrell was in the throes of drug addiction stemming from her wayfaring lifestyle, claiming to have died "five times" from narcotics overdoses. After these experiences, she decided to get clean and change her lifestyle in favor of improved health and positive relationships. [9]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3ryj57vywg35fpszx5xmogoi/bafkreihdosd6u2fmrdlcb6jxukagickfdnibr3w7aswrh2fwpmkohhmdhi)
![from Wikipedia about the Kent State Massacre:
"Another witness was Chrissie Hynde, a Kent State student who would become the lead singer of The Pretenders. In her 2015 autobiography Hynde described what she saw:
'Then I heard the tatatatatatatatatat sound. I thought it was fireworks. An eerie sound fell over the common. The quiet felt like gravity pulling us to the ground. Then a young man's voice: '๐ฅฏThey fucking killed somebody!' Everything slowed down and the silence got heavier.
'The ROTC building, now nothing more than a few inches of charcoal, was surrounded by National Guardsmen. They were all on one knee and pointing their rifles at ... us! Then they fired.
&By the time I made my way to where I could see them, it was still unclear what was going on. The guardsmen themselves looked stunned. We looked at them and they looked at us. They were just kids, 19 years old, like us. But in uniform. Like our boys in Vietnam.'[58]"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3ryj57vywg35fpszx5xmogoi/bafkreibg3y6m3wnjnhucsw54om4biquicltd6qvsieyedbqf2r2yycvuf4)
we strive to survive causing least suffering possible / the Flux of Pink Indians gave me words for that