Dose means quantity (in units of energy/mass) in the fields of nutrition, medicine, and toxicology. Dosage is the rate of application of a dose, although in common and imprecise usage, the words are sometimes used synonymously.
Dose can also mean quantity (in units of number/area) in the fields of Surface science and Ion implantation. See the definition of dose in ISO18115-1, term 4.173 (and compare the related definition of fluence in term 4.217 of the same Standard).
Particular uses in this context including:
Dose is the second studio album by Gov't Mule. Te album was released on February 24, 1998, by Volcano Entertainment. It was produced, recorded and mixed by Michael Barbiero and is a much darker record than Gov't Mule's self-titled debut album. The songs "Thelonius Beck" and "Birth of the Mule" were tributes to jazz musicians Thelonious Monk and Miles Davis, respectively.
All songs by Warren Haynes unless otherwise noted.
Dose is a daily Canadian news website and former daily print magazine. It was a mixture of standalone features and coverage of daily news, sometimes from an irreverent perspective. Each daily issue had a theme, and the top margins of every page usually included trivia items related to the theme.
Dose magazine was launched on April 4, 2005, and was distributed in five major Canadian cities: Toronto, Vancouver, Calgary, Edmonton, and Ottawa. Different news articles from the five cities are still featured on the website. The magazine hoped to earn revenue through advertising and selling mobile content (via the website) and was aimed at the lucrative demographic of 18- to 34-year-olds. The website targets this market too.
Dose was published by Noah Godfrey, son of CanWest board of directors member Paul Godfrey. The content team included editor-in-chief, Pema Hegan and creative director, Jaspal Riyait. The magazine was the product of Canwest Mediaworks Publications Inc. (originally the Calgary Herald Group), which was in turn part of the same corporate conglomerate, Canwest, that publishes the National Post, among many other newspapers in Canada, including the Montreal Gazette and the Ottawa Citizen. Canwest also controls the Global Television Network in Canada.
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Okay, rap-wise back mine
Up to where I'm backed by
Everyone you homage so I'm cutting through the back
ties
That sidetracked mind smothering the stat line
Truthfully my pen ain't been the same since Stack died
That might be another reason to react, like
That might be enough to see if they see that line
Pack mines see it through the seams and what the
scratch like
Act right see if you can see what the collapse like
Wonder rap, hovercraft, Sky fly effortless
Fuck around and sit on top of Mozgov neck with it
Blake shit, makeshift, ladder that I can step upon
Rap nerds get to shooting at him like they Meadowlark
That serves that the truth is at 'em but they never
caught
That curve, get to shooting back like they could wet a
blog
That merged just to proven that I'm what they never saw
Smell it through the bag, baby that's how we be
peddling
[Hook: Skyzoo] (x2)
And they don't rap like me, and that might be
The curse of all cursive, rap by the tree
And the perfect beyond perfect, if that's what it be
Then I word it beyond worded, I'm back to what it be
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Blue and orange everything, clearly what I'm repping
And the pressure that come with it like I'm wearing
number seven
So I'm 39-10 if you should dare to disrespect it
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Three meanings at once, and should clearly try to catch
See that how you want, so you hear it how I sketch it
But you see that as a must and that I'm clear out your
perspective
They don't do it like, spew it like
No clone drew up like
No Brook and Robin Lopez, no two alike
See the arm, see that ya'll crown him for you see his
song
Prematures need applause I just need a Nia Long
See the R, see the god, see that where they seek the
Swear I leave the beat alone if I could be with Nia
Long
But back to what I be up on, trampling over Sampson
You can smell it through the bag, baby that's what we
be G-ing on