The Drug Report: August 2012 (a few hours tardy...with an explanation), With A Prolix Addenda About Weathermen

Pleading guilty, but with "an explanation" reminds me of some Woody Allen film where a guy is in court and they call his name and he stands and takes the witness stand. The bailiff reads the charges - a long string of heinous acts, like aggravated assault with intent to commit larceny, conspiracy to murder a priest with a blunt instrument, etc (I don't remember the charges exactly) - and finally, the judge asks the guy, "How do you plead?" And the guy responds, "Guilty, your honor...but with an explanation."

A Couple of Book Nuggets From the Cannabis World
I've been reading a lot on pot, and I mean that in at least two senses, but nonetheless: there are a lot of fascinating books on cannabis that have appeared in the past five years. A week or so ago I finished a sorta New Journalism-style book called The Heart of Dankness, which is good if you want to know more about the front lines of underground botanists and the stakes for winning the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam. (Your strain will sell a lot of seeds and you stand to make some hairy coin; the voting seems questionable, it's very political, but of interest if only for the attempt to describe different strains of indica and sativa as if they were fine wines.) It's a picaresque non-fiction book, with Mark Haskell Smith going from Amsterdam to different parts of LA (in one chapter, meeting an enigmatic genius who has big plans for isolating certain psychoactive chemicals that engender certain effects, in order to learn about the mind), to Northern California, with "Hempfest" forays into places like Toronto and finally ending up back in Amsterdam, when, stoned on Liberty Day (May 5th, celebrated for liberty from the Nazis), Smith hears a commotion and wanders out to the edge of a canal, works his way to the front, and sees two very large TV monitors set up across the canal, which will show the Queen and her family on a boat sailing its way toward this point. Also across the canal: the Royal Dutch Philharmonic. And as the Queen gets closer, the music begins to swell gorgeously. Smith is very stoned and intrigued: he's not much of a classical music fan, but this music is beautiful and seems vaguely familiar. It gets louder and suddenly he realizes it's Lou Reed's "Perfect Day." (!)

The entire book is a search for the best definition, or a clarification of just what "dank" means. I find the entire premise a tad artificial, but at least he's trying to write about some aspect of quality, which plays to our sensual-sensory-continuum worlds...It does make for a memorable title, too, eh.

Friend: What have you been reading lately?
OG: Something about the world of gourmet pot called The Heart of Dankness.
Friend: <laughs>

                                  illustration of Cannabis sativa by Hermann Adolf Kohler, 
                                         who lived from 1834-1879

The bizarre thing about reading Smith's book: it's a recent release, but even more recently the Dutch have made it difficult for Unistatians to travel there and smoke in the coffeehouses; they've rolled back a bit on their famous tolerance. And Obama and Holder have reneged on their word; they've been repressive like Bush43 towards the medical pot movement. I imagine Smith assembling/writing his book, and cursing at the morning news, which seemed to be making the very book he was writing sound a tad dated.

This is all very maddening and dramatic, but more and more Unistatians of all ages are in favor of legalization; one would think it's only a matter of time...

But how many times are we gonna get our hopes up, only to feel like some federal government Lucys have pulled the football once again away from us stoner Charlie Browns? (And believe me when I say "good grief!" to sum up my feelings about the totally insane War On Certain People Who Use The Wrong Drugs. Sometimes two words are enough, and 10,000 are just plain agonizing.)

An even more recent book, Jonah Raskin's Marijuanaland, subtitled "Dispatches From An American War," is about the Emerald Triangle of Northern California, where the best and most cannabis is grown in Unistat. It's a sine qua non bit of reportage from this area of the world, with historical context, lots of digging and interviewing (from sheriffs to growers and everyone in-between), and anecdotes that make this tiny but dense book by a wise and well-seasoned radical journalist a must for those who wish to grow their own counterculture libraries.

Raskin himself seems a marvelous figure to me. From a long line of leftist intellectuals and political radicals, he studied under Lionel Trilling at Columbia, left East Coast academia to be a West Coast radical journalist, was heavily involved with SDS and then the Weathermen, taught at Sonoma State University, and is still, with Marijuanaland, doing probing radical journalism in addition to his earlier books on people like Allen Ginsberg, Abbie Hoffman, the enigmatic figure B. Traven, and Jack London. Two years ago I read back-to-back-to-back-to etc the memoirs and autobios of as many SDS and Weathermen figures as I could find, and I really liked Raskin's autobio, Out of the Whale, which first appeared way back in the still-pretty-crazy days of 1974! (1)  Raskin turned 70 in January of this year, and he knows his pot.

For me, the most palpable vibe in Raskin's pot book is the paranoia combined with a strong, old-fashioned libertarianism amongst the growers. One must understand that loggers of redwood trees gradually lost jobs; those loggers and truckers had to do something to maintain a decent standard of living, so why not grow pot? There's certainly demand and it's the biggest cash crop in the country. And further weirdness: a lot of these ex-loggers and truckers and diesel-pump attendants are "rednecks," who listen to Rush Limbaugh! The culture of cannabis in the Emerald Triangle: (Humboldt, Mendocino and Trinity counties, and probably a lot of Lake County) makes for odd bedfellows, literally: some of these rednecks meet very liberal Earth Woman and hippie chicks and they get together. The economics and politics of cannabis - if not the smoke itself - gave me a contact high in Raskin's stories. (2) Other highs, not quite contact, are even weirder. Here's one short anecdote from Raskin:

"For a brief time, the only real function the old lumber mills played was to incinerate tons of pot confiscated by the sheriff. (Now, confiscated pot is buried in the ground.) In the 1980s, I watched as thousands of plants caught fire and burned. I saw the wind carry the smoke into the air toward the town of Willits, where citizens smelled it and, just by breathing it, got high - a real-life incident that inspired me to write the story for the marijuana movie Homegrown." (pp.25-26)

Soon To Be A Major Motion Picture?

"Kid Cannabis," by Mark Binelli, originally in Rolling Stone, Oct 19, 2005. I read this article in Rolling Stone years ago, and hunted it down; at RS's site, now, it's only available to online subscribers and I think it's  sorta crude that this "Dan Heinz" guy doesn't put Binelli's name up prominently, but it was the place I found this gripping true story - soon to made into motion picture directed by John Stockwell? When I read it again today, I thought of the Johnny Depp film Blow. See what you think. It's funny: I read this piece around late 2005 or early 2006, and I've thought about it many times since then, but I sorta forgot that it was non-fiction; somehow my brain had turned it into a fiction piece. When I tracked it down and read it again - the great title stuck in my head: "Kid Cannabis," like Steely Dan's "Kid Charlemagne" - I went, "Oh yea...this really happened!" The way pudgy Kid Cannabis acted when he suddenly had dough seems, as Nietzsche might've said, human, all too human. Wot?

Footnotes
(1) Other books I consider wellworthsomewhiles about this epically wild period of Unistatian history:
Fugitive Days, by Bill Ayers. 2008. I finished this just as the ditzy fascist named "Sarah Palin" started to repeat what her handlers had told her, about Obama "palling around" with terrorists like Ayers. Aha! It was coming together! I had only known about Ayers from reading in other books on the Weather Underground. This was one well-written book, from his POV.

The 2002 documentary by Sam Green and Bill Siegel, The Weather Underground is tremendous. It was nominated for an Oscar in 2004.

Carl Oglesby's Ravens In The Storm gives us the memoirs of possibly the most "balanced" individual involved in those radical factions. He was a leader in SDS but thought the splinter faction Weather Underground was a bad move, and he was probably right. Oglesby - like most of these writers about their time in SDS/The Weather Underground - went on to become an academic, avoiding prison. After the craziness of the late 1960s/early 1970s died down, Oglesby wrote one of my top ten most intriguing conspiracy theory books, The Yankee and Cowboy War, which really should be brought back into print. I have written at least four publishers trying to convince them to bring it back, but so far, nada. HERE is something that reflects on this a bit. It contains most of the text of the book...but why did someone have to type it up? Read it and I think you'll agree, there's almost something "fishy" going on as to why this book isn't back in print. (I personally do not enjoy reading a long non-fiction book on a screen and would happily buy a new edition - possibly with Intros and Forewords by Peter Dale Scott and Michael Parenti? - for $15 or whatever. Make it paperback, I don't care. Just bring this thing back into print!)

Kirkpatrick Sale wrote a thick and truly, seemingly exhaustive history and analysis of SDS, and I looked back in it recently and am still impressed. He's since gone on to be at the forefront of radical ecological wisdom, of the kind that might bring a smile to Kaczynski, languishing in a SuperMax federal prison. Or, as I understand him lately, Thomas Pynchon? For me, Sale is never boring, even if I don't agree with him.

In 2009 Mark Rudd's Underground came out. Starting with the occupation/sit-in/takeover at Columbia, Rudd liked the radical limelight maybe a bit too much, and went for a wild ride. This one read a lot like Ayers's book.

David Gilbert's Love and Struggle came out earlier this year, and he's in prison until 2056 (if memory serves), for a 1981 Brink's job made up of former Weathermen and members of the Black Liberation Army. This dude was hardcore. (In the documentary, it's difficult for me to watch him talk and reconcile that person with his deeds.) Four people died, including two cops and a Brinks guard. When I undertook my studies of these leftist outlaw-radicals, I was quickly struck by how passion, resistance, idealism and education at our best universities binds all these leftist-outlaws. Gilbert really got caught up and paid the price. I'm about a quarter way through his book...

Flying Close To The Sun by Cathy Wilkerson (2007) shows a side the of this movement that the others barely touch upon: that despite the radical left equality ideals spouted by the leaders, the women in the movement were not treated as equals. Also, despite the propaganda victories, there were lots of egos caught up in the romanticism of the underground and some incompetencies. Also: the Weathermen set off a LOT of bombs that damaged structures (they were fairly scrupulous about not killing people, warning them you better get outta there by zero hour!), but they didn't carry off their revolution. This we all know, but Wilkerson is more blunt about these little details.

I also liked Ron Jacobs 1997 The Way The Wind Blew and Dan Berger's scholarly Outlaws of America.  Berger is a young radical activist who has researched this time, and it's the best thing I've yet seen written by someone who was not on the scene.

There are many others...

Robert Anton Wilson, who lived and wrote amidst the craziness of the times of SDS and the WeatherUnderground (this latter group helped his friend Timothy Leary make a daring and successful prison escape), had read Ezra Pound very closely, and knew that, by fighting against injustice or for some high-minded ideal, one can lose one's center. It seems that their very educations warped their senses of their own centers, and some just jaw-dropping craziness ensued. While I admire these figures, reading their stories, the stories they tell about their lives and why they did what they did, I see them as ultra-romantic figures, all of them. But I do see RAW's point about one's center, too, and all of these books serve as cautionary tales, among other bits of True Wisdom one finds there...


(2) Truth be told, almost all of the books I read give me contact highs, whether they're about pot growers in the Emerald Triangle, or some dense theoretical text on Being and Nothingness, or a graphic novel/comic book on the history of economics.

Here's Jonah Raskin riffing on his book Marijuanaland. It's 7 mins.

Here's Mark Rudd talking about his book, the SDS, and the Weathermen. 3 mins.

The Drug Report: July, 2012: Coffee and Velocity

"Betty: Dear father, don't be so strict! If I can't have my little demitasse of coffee three times a day, I'm just like a dried-up piece of roast goat!" - from J.S. Bach's Coffee Cantata

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Of surpassing fascination to me is the overwhelming ubiquity of drugs in our culture - both legal and illegal - and (here's where my wonderment comes in) how relatively ignorant we make ourselves about these drugs. Name the drug, and you will have zero problems finding a widespread un-knowing about some aspects of the drug, even though the information is easy to find. Is knowing the truth about psychoactive drugs culturally taboo?

Now, now, coffee lovers (Pssst: I'm one too), don't fear: we have our ignorances about our drug, but they seem less serious than that for other drugs. I've tried to find some good studies that show how coffee is dangerous, but there doesn't seem to be much there. Au contraire, as a matter of fact. More below. 

But first, another drug as a diversion:
"Imagine if the Japanese had won World War II and had introduced into American life a drug so insidious that thirty years later the average American would spend five hours a day 'loaded' on this drug. People would just view it as an outrageous atrocity. And yet, we in America do this to ourselves. And the horrifying thing that the 'trip' that television gives you is that it's not your trip. It is a trip that comes down through the values systems of a society whose greatest god is the almighty dollar. So television is the opiate of the people. I think that the tremendous governmental resistance to the psychedelic issue is not because psychedelics are multi-million dollar criminal enterprises - they are trivial on that level. However, they inspire examination of values, and that is the most corrosive thing that can happen." - Terence McKenna, in an interview with Neville Drury from 1990, found pp.245-246, The Archaic Revival.

I like the TV as quasi-psychedelic opiate trip drug that's very addictive line here. I like the questioning of "whose trip do you want to be in: theirs or yours?" line from Terence here. I'm afraid not much thinking about TV has taken place. I've seen a few studies that show that university kids don't understand how those commercials got there. They don't know that the TV people tell the beer or toilet paper people, "We have a show that will deliver your desired demographic to you, and all it'll cost you is X." I also like the implication that, though it's almost totally not spoken about, drugs are programming devices that are seen as very powerful by different factions of powerful people. Terence thought the real reason psychedelics were illegal was that they threatened the paideuma.

[Sorry but I need to make a further foray away from our topic of the day, coffee. I'll get back in a moment.]

I wonder if this is the main reason Obama went back on his word and began harassing the medical pot places in a way that would have Bush43 proud? HERE is an article that posits the other main reasons why did this. The irony of paideuma! According to this article, it's either 1.)He didn't want to appear soft on crime; 2.) He thinks stoners don't vote; or 3.) The states appeared to be going too far, allowing things to become too lax. I think all of these could be "true" in some sense, but we ought to consider the unspoken "corrosive" "examination of values" that McKenna talked about.

Sooo: coffee.

                    I had no idea that coffee art was a...thingy. Check out
                     THIS blog for more coffee-art

"Coffee falls into the stomach and there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the Republic on the battlefield...The light cavalry of comparisons delivers charges, the artillery of logic hurries up with trains and ammunition, the shafts of wit start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle begins and is concluded with torrents of black water, just like a battle with powder." - Honore de Balzac, who supposedly drank 80-100 cups of coffee a day, and wrote over 100 novels. He'd get paid for a novel and go out and spend it on whores and other interesting people in all-night carousing with alcohol and who knows what else. When his money was gone, he'd get back in his room with coffee and crank out another novel. Balzac was what we once called a "Romantic."

Speaking of similes, I was reading a cracking good book by a journalist very much interested in the botany of great cannabis. The book's called The Heart of Dankness: Underground Botanists, Outlaw Farmers, and the Race For the Cannabis Cup, by Mark Haskell Smith. Maybe I'll review it here when I'm done reading it, but anyway, similes:

Smith is wearing out shoe leather in LA, trying to understand the medical pot and politics current, and finds himself in a...consortium where there's some really good strains of cannabis being sampled, and a large-screen HD TV on, showing the Oscars. He's asking questions, getting stoned, writing notes, every now and then diverted by the TV:

"Demi Moore strutted her cougar stroll on the red carpet dressed in ruffled salmon-colored freak-out. The dress looked like a cake you'd order from an insane asylum." (p.22)

Oh yea: I was supposed to be writing something about coffee. Sorry!

Get a load of this, a coffee ad from the 1650s.

If you had been worrying about adverse health effects from drinking coffee, a recent article from The Atlantic attempts to put us at ease. Leg muscles and the diaphragm were strengthened in older mice! A decreased risk of basal cell carcinoma in humans! A decreased risk of death, especially if you quit smoking while you drink coffee! Coffee seems to have heart-protecting aspects. It reduces the risk of breast and prostate cancer and curbs risk of fibrosis among those with fatty liver disease. Even the moderate noise of a coffee shop was shown to enhance creativity!

Jeez, speaking of creativity, did you see where one of my favorite young hotshot science writers, Jonah Lehrer, was forced to quit The New Yorker when another magazine caught him making up fake Bob Dylan quotes for Lehrer's book, Imagine? HERE's a story on the temporarily-fallen Lehrer, a brilliant young guy, who, I "imagine" (HA!), got caught up in the dog-eat-dog welt of competitive "smart guy" writing in New York. I also imagine he was drinking too much coffee and maybe not thinking straight when he started piling up the prevarications to the writer from Tablet. Hey, wait: isn't Tablet a pro-Israel magazine? Has Jonah not been sufficiently supportive of Israel? Were they out to "get" Jonah? Naw, probably not. That's just my over-caffeinated mind making too many connections, and now I've noticed I've once again crazily strayed from the topic at hand.

But the infamous Jayson Blair has stepped into the Jonah Lehrer story and has hitched his junk-bond status as writer to former Golden Boy Jonah's...I'm guessing as a way to alleviate his own rep?

                               Right about now I know exactly what this guy means

"The perfect drug for capitalism. Is there an office anywhere that does not have its shrine to the coffee gods?" 

"On the other hand, it's not a bad beverage for anarchists. Or for town meetings."
-both above quotes from Pharmako/Dynamis: Stimulating Plants, Potions and Herbcraft, by Dale Pendell, to my mind the greatest writer in the world on drugs. If you're interested in any drugs of any kind, and you haven't settled down to dwell within one or more of Pendell's Pharmako trilogy, you're committing some sort of sloth, or violating the Drug Scholar's Code. Something like that...

Pendell taxonomically calls coffee part of the poison-world of excitantia. He gives very good reasons why.

Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson considered coffee a 3rd circuit drug. What that means is that, in the evolution of humans, we inherited a newborn's approach/avoidance circuit that relates to the amniotic world of mom, and its analog drug is opiates. As we become toddlers and start to command space in the local household, becoming political as Terrible Two-sters, making demands, attempting to manipulate others via emotional games, we imprinted a 2nd circuit, and its analog drug is alcohol. (Look at adults shit-faced drunk for the utmost clarity here.) Our species began to manipulate tools and language a long time ago, and this laid down the DNA-culture template for taking on a circuit about manipulating tools and symbols. Both Leary and Wilson saw coffee as the ultimate symbol of this symbol-manipulating drug. 

There are five more circuits, but I will exercise some control over my symbol-manipulating impulses, wildly charged on too much coffee for this blog post (as if you couldn't already tell!), and say that if you want to know more about the Leary/Wilson very elaborate hyper-multidisciplinary, generalist model of human consciousness, you'll have to read their books...

Olfactory Hallucinations
Weird coffee/caffeine item: some psychologists were wondering if, when people have panic attacks, how much of it is the brain doing something subconscious and how much has to do with thinking about - anxiety-provoking things? They injected sleeping subjects with fairly high doses of caffeine. A 38 year old man with no previous history of psychiatric problems awoke 14 minutes after the injection, reporting an odd taste, but more like an odor. A 34 year old woman with generalized anxiety disorder awoke after her injection and said she smelled plastic or "burnt coffee." These are called "olfactory hallucinations." The caffeine injected had no known odor. Olfactory hallucinations are related to seizures, but neither subject was having a seizure when they woke and reported the odors. 

Two hypotheses here:
1.) Caffeine is widely known as a taste enhancer, so maybe the injections of caffeine caused the subjects to pick up smells and tastes that are normally undetectable?
2.) The caffeine prompted sensory systems to "trick" themselves?
Who knows? Anyway, hat-tip to the wonderful Maggie Koeth-Baker of Boing Boing for this odd item.

The Turks: Two Items
Much has been written about the coffee houses of London and the flowering of (3rd-circuit) print culture, explosion of writing and printing. But HERE's an article from Science Daily about coffee and its environment and its stimulus to the socially-aggregated 3rd circuit, in the Turkish 1550s!

Sorry, but back to Obama and his war on pot: check out the Young Turks and their analysis. I currently (get it? they're on the Current network? <cough>) think they're more accurate than anyone else in the TV-world in their analysis of the Barackstar and his quasi-fascistic, retrograde actions against the dispensaries. Note that here is a fifth reason: Big Pharma's non-conspiracy (?):

Note to OG readers: sorry I hardly wrote anything of interest about coffee, but my excuse is: I was WASTED on too much coffee. Maybe I'll try again in August? Mea culpa!