Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Jewish Grandmothers Nabbed For Dealing Heroin

Two grandmothers were arrested in Ashkelon, Israel for allegedly peddling large amounts of heroin to other drug dealers in the southern part of the country.

The arrests came a few hours after Ashkelon police detectives received intelligence on a 68-year-old woman said to be heavily involved in the heroin trade.

A subsequent police raid on her home uncovered 43 grams of heroin stashed in a shoe that had been placed in a cupboard – 100 times more than the amount of heroin defined by law as enough for personal use, a crime that carries a far less severe penalty.

During her interrogation, the suspect allegedly incriminated a second woman involved in the heroin network, leading officers to launch a second raid in Ashkelon to arrest a 63-year-old grandmother.

Both women have been accused by police of supplying hundreds of thousands of shekels worth of the drug to “drug stations” – apartments in which dealers divide up the goods and often add other chemicals to increase their street value – in Ashkelon and the surrounding areas.

“The 68-year-old suspect has no criminal background. She works as a cleaner, servicing private homes. She wanted to increase her income, since the funds from her pension were insufficient,” a Lachish Subdistrict Police source told The Jerusalem Post.

Police will attempt to gather evidence against dealers who purchased the drugs.

The elder of the two suspects “was not surprised” when officers showed up at her home, the source added, saying, “She expressed regret.”

Selling heroin carries a 20-year maximum jail penalty.

This is the Prozac Nation

I never did read Prozac Nation, by Elizabeth Wurtzel, but I did read More, Now, Again.  I don’t remember a lot of it, now, because I was so young when I read it (so young that, had I brought it to the counter, they wouldn’t have sold it to me).  I found it on my sister’s book shelf and decided it looked nice enough to read.  So, I read it.

Maybe that’s why I’m so fucked up, now.  It explains a lot, I think, really, it does.

It popped into my head a couple of minutes ago that, truly, we are the Prozac Nation.  It occurred to me a couple of days ago when someone was complaining to me about how her new psych meds were driving her crazy.  And how my sister, a couple weeks ago, mentioned how you get a high if you take enough Midol.   She would know, of course, being a huge pill popper.

Not that I would advise taking so much Midol.  I figure it has the same effect of taking four Midol and drinking a cup of coffee, which makes you fucking crazy.  I swear, I was walking through my house afterwards, and the sound of my own feet on the floor made me jump every time I listened hard enough to hear it.  Not good.  I wonder if that’s what it feels like to be on, like, crack, or something.  Crazy.

Have you ever thought about the statistics for depression in our country?  Lemme dig some up for you.

9.5% of all Americans were diagnosed with a depressive disorder in one year.

Pre-schoolers are the fastest growing market for anti-depressants.

30% of all women are depressed (makes sense, considering that we have to deal with men).

41% of all depressed women are too embarrassed to seek help.

Isn’t that insane?

I just wish there was something we can do about it, not that there is.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Key Senate Committee Votes Against Government-Run Health Insurance Plan, September 29, 2009, Fox News, 15 to 8 vote,Five committee Democrats, including Chairman Max Baucus, joined with all 10 committee Republicans

From Fox News, September 29, 2009:

“Key Senate Committee Votes Against Government-Run Health Insurance Plan”

“The Senate Finance Committee has voted against creating a new government health insurance plan to compete with the private market.

The 15-to-8 vote could forecast the fate of the public option in the Senate as a whole. The outcome was expected but still a defeat for liberals who view government-sponsored insurance for the middle class as a key component of President Barack Obama’s health care overhaul.

Five committee Democrats, including Chairman Max Baucus, joined with all 10 committee Republicans to defeat the measure by Democratic Sen. Jay Rockefeller of West Virginia.

Opponents said a public option would drive private insurers out of business and amount to a government takeover. Proponents said it would give consumers choice and competition.”

“Democrats remain divided on the need to create a government plan — and Finance Chairman Max Baucus (D-Mont.) is already in the hot seat — accused of being lukewarm, if not downright hostile, to the public option.

Sen. Kent Conrad, D-ND, who has crafted an alternative plan that would set up a series of non-profit health care cooperatives, blasted Rockefeller’s plan, saying, “The devil is in the details.”  Conrad said if the amendment is implemented, “every major hospital goes broke.” 

“I can’t possibly support any amendment that does that,” he said. 

Congressional aides on both sides of the issue say that the public option amendments are not expected to pass out of the Finance Committee. Schumer has called the committee debate a beginning of “a conversation about the public option,” saying, “It gets people thinking.”

Sen. Jeff Bingaman, D-NM, said he could support a public option, but he disagrees with Rockefeller’s approach. “I think there is a problem with providing Medicare reimbursement rates,” Bingaman said, echoing the concerns of Conrad. 

As senators continue to spar over the public option, two liberal groups are launching a hard-hitting television and Internet ad featuring a young father from Montana. Bing Perrine, 26, who needs a heart operation and is uninsured and deeply in debt, looks straight into the camera and asks Baucus: “Whose side are you on?”

The ad is sponsored by Democracy for America and the Progressive Change Campaign Committee, which say Baucus is too cozy with insurance and health care interests that have contributed to his campaigns and oppose a government plan.”

Read more:

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/09/29/senate-panel-debates-govt-run-health-plan/

I want to stop drinking or using drugs. What should I do?

Reach out for help from others who have experience in these matters by attending AA or NA meetings asap.It is recommended that you attend at least six meetings before you decide for yourself whether or not you think you are an alcoholic or drug addict. If you know without doubt that you are an alcoholic or drug addict & you know you can not stop drinking or using under your own willpower it is recommended that you attend 90 meetings in 90 days.

Call a professional counselor or therapist & tell them about it.

Disclaimer: Take what you like & leave the rest.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Sinning Feels So Good!

So “why everything that’s supposed to be bad make me feel so good?”

The answer is simple enough. Sin FEELS good. Why lie? If doing the wrong thing didn’t make us feel good we probably wouldn’t do it. If we didn’t feel some type of relief when we had to cuss somebody out because they spoke to us in some crazy way, or if “getting it in” on Saturday night after a few drinks and grinding on somebody at the club didn’t feel nice, would we waste the time? Doubtful.

I remember this movie I saw years ago called K-PAX where Kevin Spacey plays this alien from another planet and described what sex was like on his planet. It described it as “unpleasant, nausea, nuts in a vice, being kicked in the stomach and falling into something worse smelling than a skunk smell.” Pretty sure if that was our experience, it wouldn’t be that appealing. But I say all that to say this: We sin or do stuff that “supposed to be bad” BECAUSE it makes us feel so good.

It’s in the Bible, look!–> Hebrews 11:25 …”choosing rather to suffer affliction than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season.” Sin is pleasurable and we do it because we want to. (So drop the “devil made me do it” act)

But did you notice it said pleasure of sin FOR A SEASON? The enjoyment of it is generally short-lived and the consequences of those actions are scarring. It’s ok, you can admit it. We’re being honest here remember? Those consequences can be physical, emotional, relational, mental, baggage, etc.

So we know we do it because we want to and it feels good… but how did we get attracted to those things? See the answer in part 3.

Check out part 1 here if you missed it.

Personally, I think drugging and raping 13 year old girls is wrong.

Polanski, who drugged and raped a 13 year old girl

Call me crazy, but drugging and raping a 13 year old is kind of a bad thing. It’s kind of like…well, DRUGGING THEN RAPING A 13 YEAR OLD. There’s a lot of misinformation and urban legends surrounding Roman Polanski, but one thing is certain: he’s admitted to drugging and then raping a 13 year old.

Sure, Roman Polanski has had a hard life. His wife was murdered, and he grew up in Warsaw during the Second World War. He has had some bad circumstances in which to live. This isn’t lost on me—that’s a shitty hand to be dealt. What I also understand is that he hasn’t been in trouble since drugging and raping that 13 year old girl. That’s quite an achievement for someone who drugged then raped a 13 year old girl.

One thing about the drugging rape of the 13 year old girl that I used to believe was that the girl lied about her age. Hey, you know, it happens. So then Roman Polanski shouldn’t be punished for drugging and raping a 13 year old girl, he should be punished for drugging and raping a….wait a minute! That’s kind of bad no matter how you put it.

The kicker to the whole “she lied about her age” defense is that Roman Polanski asked the girl’s mother for permission to photograph her. So, unless we’re talking about a man who drugs and rapes 13 year old girls, but has maintained some kind of Victorian ethos about asking the mother for permission to photograph an adult daughter, Roman Polanski knew damn well that the girl he drugged and then raped was a minor.

Another urban legend out there is that Roman Polanski served his time, but a vicious, vengeful judge wanted to make an example of a celebrity who drugged and raped a 13 year old girl. It is true that Polanski served some time for the rape. He put in a solid 42 days of a 90 day psych evaluation for the rape, then once released from the psychiatric evaluation, he fled the country. According to a Washington Post article (September 20, 1977), Polanski “…was ordered imprisoned for a 90-day psychiatric study to help the judge decide his sentence.” That wasn’t his sentence, that was an evaluation. Polanski fled not because of an overzealous judge, but because his actual sentencing was coming up (for drugging, then raping a 13 year old girl).

Now that Polanski is in custody, there are going to be articles of support for him, and articles decrying his actions. There is going to be a lot of revisionist attitudes, and those old ‘Roman Polanski was the real victim’ bullshit arguments. One has already been put up on HuffPost. John Farr (some unknown hack who reviews movies for a living) wrote a piece calling for leniency for Polanski because he’s been ‘rehabilitated’. If by that he means living in the lap of luxury and completely avoiding being punished for drugging and raping a 13 year old, then yeah, he’s completely rehabilitated.

Please, for all that’s right in the world, think about this case. Think about a 13 year old girl being fed champagne and quaaludes by a 44 year old man. Think about how he led her to a bed, refused to stop when she repeatedly said “No!”, performed oral and anal acts upon her person, and think about his complete lack of spine. Think about how he fled the country to live in luxury. Think about it all.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Another slow weekend in the Hemisphere

Honduras:

Another overnight curfew in Honduras last night.  I’m writing this Saturday PM so have no idea if it will be extended into Sunday.

An interesting development.  Monseñor Luis Alfonso Santos, the Bishop of Santa Rosa de Copán, has called for a constituent assembly. Given that the justification for the coup was the claim that President Mel Zelaya MIGHT be able to call for such an assembly, had the non-binding referendum he was pushing been included with the November balloting… and passed… and been accepted by Congress as a persuasive argument to vote for such an assembly… and in turn was the rationale for rousting him from his bed at gun point and exiling him — it’ll be interesting how the “de facto” government deals with this meddlesome priest.

(source: Honduras Oye!)

Venezuela:

Al Jazeera obtained tape of a police investigation in Colombia, in which a  “paramiliary operative” from one of the rightist groups now in prison, claims that Manuel Rosales — an opposition candidate in the 2006 Venezuelan Presidential elections, and former mayor of Maricibo — who fled to Peru when he was charged with misuse of public funds and embezzlement — offered the paramilitaries $25 million to assassinate President Chávez by any means.   According to Al Jazeera, the conversation with Rosales took place at a secret meeting in 1999. Rosales said that he personally would be in charge of the plan to assassinate President Chávez, though the money would come from several sources.

It’s those “several sources” that open a whole can of worms.  Rosales’ business interests and bank holdings in Panama and the United States (Florida, in particular) received much attention from the Venezuelan press shortly before he fled the country.

(sources:  Al Jazeera, Venezuela Analysis, Inca Kola News)

United States:

You wonder whether this “politics by other means” initiative from Venezuela might have anything to do with one of the suspected financial backers of the … ah… Colombian unregulated agricultural market… like, oh, Allen Stanford.

Allen … er “Sir” Allen, as he likes to be called,  made his money the old fashioned way.  He stole it,  mostly from Latin American investors seeking to hide assets from taxing authorities, and used his Antigua bank.  It’s suspected that many of those investors had good reason to avoid tax authorities — having no way to account for the source of the assets (sort of like the money that Rosales invested in Florida).  There’s the usual way to make lots of untaxed money in Colombia, and it ain’t cocoa.

Anyway, Sir Allen is in the custody of the GEO Group… part of the Wackenhut family of fine private prisons… where he had, shall we say, an accident.

CONROE, Texas — A U.S. Marshals Service spokesman says jailed Texas billionaire R. Allen Stanford is being treated at a hospital after being injured during a fight with another inmate.

Deputy U.S. Marshal Alfredo Perez said Stanford was being treated Friday after a Thursday altercation at the private Joe Corley Detention Facility in Conroe about 40 miles north of Houston.

Read more at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/25/allen-stanford-hospitaliz_n_300653.html

(Source: Huffington Post, Corp Watch, Detention Watch Network)

Cocaine, It's a Hell of a Drug

So, my friends are doing coke now.  Just this past weekend.  I think it’s the first time for my boyfriend but several other people I know have done it before and they got an 8ball for the weekend.  Mind you, I have no idea where they got it from, who they got it from, or even what the fuck an 8ball really is.  For those who are interested, I looked it up and it’s “one eighth of an ounce, or 3.5 grams of cocaine” (Urban Dictionary). 

So…I’m not quite sure what to do if anything.  I am fairly certain I don’t ever want to touch it but I can’t be actively against it; I am sick of being a nag.  It’s their own business what they do to their own bodies.  I just don’t want to risk it.  Am I too “old fashioned”?  Did my parents raise me well  Should I make some new friends to fill the gaps when I don’t want to party with them?  Who, who is my age and in college, just wants to stay in and do something that doesn’t involve alcohol or drugs?  I mean, sure I’ll drink some beer or wine or smoke, but it’s not a hobby of mine.  I feel like I could be spending time being much more productive or there could be something else that would be so much more rewarding. 

So if I really need to get more, newer, non-druggie, good-influence-on me friends, how do I go about making new friends?  I start panicking if I even think about the prospect.  I don’t have time (nor money for medication) right now to actually sit down with a therapist once a week but an anxiety group?  Is that what I need?

Those who are wiser than me want to provide me with some insight?

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Fancy Plans Guide to Homicide Investigation

Homicide detectives are particularly proud of their special-issue "Mickey Mouse" gloves.

Hi. I’m Detective James Morniwheg, Homicide.

I have some information to pass on to the newest members of our precinct. As you know, we field our fair share of homicide investigations. The world is not a pretty place and you’ll need to get used to it real soon. As quickly as I can, I would like to hand out a few pointers on how to handle a homicide investigation.

First of all, you need to have the proper tools. Every detective should be prepared for a homicide call. Here’s a list of items you should have on you at all times:

  • Gloves
  • Evidence bags
  • Ballpoint pen (for picking up empty casings; occasional writing)
  • Notepad
  • World-weary cynicism
  • Desire to help people (rookies only)

Optional

  • Unlit cigar
  • Sunglasses
  • Pet theories
  • Desire to hurt people

Evidence
Every crime scene you deal with will contain all matter of evidence. Some criminals, especially drug dealers, will have thoughtfully pre-bagged some evidence for you.

Mark any evidence appropriately, for easy identification. For example:

  • “Ditch weed”
  • “Black tar”
  • “B.C. chronic”
  • “Ragweed”
  • “Baby laxative”
  • “To be planted”

Most forward-looking police departments have realized that it is most efficient to have individual policemen secure evidence in their own homes, storage units or bus station lockers. This leaves the evidence in an area where it can be easily accessed as needed, rather than at a central location staffed by an officious and nosy prick.

If you find yourself with a surplus of evidence, especially during Internal Affairs’ investigations, feel free to ditch some of it at your current crime scenes. The other responding officers will appreciate your generosity and it may help take the case in a surprising new direction.

The Smoking Gun
The most famous form of evidence, the smoking gun can often refer to other things metaphorically. We will be dealing only with the literal interpretation.

If you find a gun on the scene, pick it up and sniff the barrel thoughtfully. Has it been fired recently?

If it hasn’t or is still “undetermined,” go ahead and fire a few shots into the wall or available corpse. Try out some creative angles to confuse the boys in forensics. Mark gun as “recently fired.” Place in evidence bag. (Allow time to cool.)

Be sure to indicate, when asked, that the gun was fired “circa the time of death,” rather than, “shortly after I got here.”

Officer McCloskey prevented anyone from entering the rent-controlled apartment until his deposit check cleared.

Shell Casings and the Importance of Pen Selection
Choose your pen carefully as it will be serving a greater purpose than dressing up your shirt pocket or staining your shirt pocket.

The main purpose of your pen will be to pick up empty gun shells at the crime scene. You’ll want to have a thin pen with a low center of gravity. This act is harder than it looks. You may want to practice at home, using any of the “evidence” guns you have secured. Fire a few rounds into the wall or available corpse. (This will also help you get the sense for the “recently fired” smell.)

Once proficient with this maneuver, you should be able to pick up casings in one smooth move.

(Important note: never use your hands to pick up shells, gloved or not, as this will probably “tamper” the evidence. It is a serious crime scene faux pas. This is a “rookie mistake,” and you will be the butt of jokes in the precinct for months to come.)

Dealing with the Coroner
As someone who deals intimately with death, day in and day out, your average coroner will often be a pasty, emotionless, wise-cracking weirdo who will insist on eating something no matter how gruesome the homicide.

He will often use phrases and ask questions full of words you won’t understand. Just nod and ask occasional leading questions, such as:

  • “Any signs of foul play?”
  • “What do you think for a time of death?”
  • “Would this ‘recently fired’ gun have anything to do with it?”

If stuck for words, you can always defer to the responding officer. A second tactic is to remove your sunglasses and chew on them thoughtfully while gazing over the scene, perhaps guesstimating the wholesale price of the Persian rug that is now completely ruined. I know this tactic sounds ridiculous, but do it in front of a mirror a few times and you’ll see how “thoughtful” it can make you appear.

Distracted by some rowdy urban youths, Officer Carlington was unable to remember whether she was on the outside or the inside of the crime scene.

Dealing with Responding Officers
Your normal, workaday cop will most likely be the first responder to a homicide call. They are often unimpressed with your position and will try to undercut your authority at every opportunity.

Send them out to “knock on doors.” This will keep them out of the crime scene and thus unable to show you up with their “attention to detail” and “logical conclusions.” Also, their street smarts will clash badly with your world-weary cynicism/desire to help people.

Motives & Suspects
You will often be called on to draw a bead on a most likely suspect and motive. In order to get the ball rolling, observe the crime scene, victim and neighborhood. You should be able to get a “jump” on some conclusions by following these simple guidelines:

Black victim/Lousy neighborhood - “Gang-related”
Possible suspect: Gangbanger

White victim/Mainly black neighborhood – “Possibly gang-related;” “Wrong place at the wrong time”
Possible suspect: Gangbanger

Black or white victim/Drug paraphernalia – “Drug deal gone bad”
Possible suspect: Tony Montana

White victim/Upscale neighborhood – “Crime of passion”
Possible suspect: That guy whose wife you’re banging; local retard

White victim/Influential parents – “Accidental”
Possibly due to: “Ingestion of two .38 bullets in the back of the head”

The First 24 Hours
90% of homicides are solved in the first 24 hours.

Whether this is actually true or not doesn’t matter. Everyone already believes that it is, so act accordingly.

This would seem to indicate that you will have a hectic day (and night) beginning with the homicide call. Look at it this way: you only have to look busy for 24 hours before you can return to your normal schedule of playing computer solitaire and ticketing your ex-wife’s vehicle.

If you can make it past those critical hours, you are out of the woods, so to speak (even if your victim hasn’t even made it out of the woods yet). Label the paperwork “Cold Case” and throw it in the precinct fridge for some cheap laughs.

Coming up:
Advanced Taser Techniques – Your Quickstart Guide to Subduing the Handicapped and Elderly
Your New Partner – How to Deal with These Goddamn Conscience-Ridden Little Go-Getters
The Last 24 – Making it to Your Retirement Alive

-CLT

Tales from the High Side of Life I

Mundane was the life I lived when I had my first joint. Taking pleasure in short-lived fantasies, same old intoxications, madness and everything that I used to call life. Untouched by peer pressure, yet apprehensive of anything new. Change. Being just human. The colors that were, faded day by day. The world slowly became repetitive. Turning around on its own axis as it rotated around the sun, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. A mechanical slave. No chance of escape. Revolving, slowly, repetitively. Every day.

That was when I had my first J. When my world had its back turned to the sun. I shut the door to the rotation, the repetition. Sick of the calm, I waited for the storm. I shut the door.

They say your world seems lighter.

Life was too clear. The light wasn’t dim enough. The fog filled up the space and my eyes relaxed. Was I ready for a new world? Tonight. New meaning? The vibe pulsated within my body as the smoke burnt my throat, taking shelter in my lungs.

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop; then what is a stoned mind?

A minute passed, maybe two. Or three?

Round 2. Another few puffs.

It was easier now. I could take it in more easily than before. The world was slower, slowing down until it stopped spinning. I opened my eyes, and the world ran to greet me.

They say it plays with your mind.

Wow! My body didn’t seem to belong to me, and the voice in my head was strange. It wasn’t me speaking. Or was it? Is this me? Then who was that voice that spoke to me all these years? The one that I always assumed to be my conscience. Was that the real stranger?

The pandemonium of thoughts began rushing into my head and blocking all pathways like something which rushes into something else and blocks all pathways. I can’t think of a good metaphor, frankly because I’m a little high right now and I can’t be bothered, but feel free to use your imagination. Please.

I was in my better place. I call it better, because I used to call another state a good place, and this is miles beyond. So there I am, enjoying the view, enjoying the conversation in the head, the thoughts and the very intriguing out of body experience. Listening to the voices in my head, made me realize I’m quite an interesting chap.

Now I had no control. I was just a leaf caught in the evening breeze. Fluttering, shimmering. A wave in the ocean, licking the sand, rippling away. Serenity and inner peace. These feelings make me wonder why this is illegal. The hippie in me said that weed would bring peace and love to the world. Goddamn faggot of a hippie. I shut him up. My head started bobbing to the smooth beat. Aqueous Transmission. Sending transmissions to outer space.
They say it’s a gateway drug.

The world came unglued. Solitary company and solitary independence. Just the way I like it. I found a new world within. A world which I will never deny from this moment on. A world to hide away, to escape the rotation, the repetition. A world with a less blinding, less scorching supernova. A world without deity where your thoughts are the only form of divination and you control them. A world which can be enjoyed, which is the best kind in case you didn’t know.

They say it’s not addictive.

A few years later, and here I am, a regular visitor to Supernova Land. Where the rides are free and thrills are infinite. Things have changed. I have put myself to the test. Failed first, then reached success. I have realized the potential of the person I am, stoned. The way my mind performs best when I am fighting gravity. The numbness to all things that don’t matter. Yes, things have changed for me; for the good, although some might disagree superficially.

How many more doors exist within? How many voices can I awaken? How many strangers would take shelter inside my mind? The ladder has more rungs left to climb.  The city beneath me looks quiet, still, almost innocent. The way the world sees me through the looking glass into my soul. The glass which won’t reveal the conflict within. The way the world sees me, quiet, still and innocent.

They say it’s a gateway drug.

Damn right it is.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Mackenzie Phillips younger sister Bijou knew at 13 about Papa John's sexual

relationship with his older daughter. I now believe Mack’s story and find it inexcusable for John Phillip’s ex wife to deny this story going forward which is probably very painful for Mackenzie. Mack will probably be a drug addict all her life but if she wants to break free of Papa John she has to stop hurting herself.

May John Phillips rot in the hell of his own making in the afterlife. I never liked the rock group and think now he is a totally despicable man

Why Everything That's Supposed to Be Bad Make Me Feel So Good?

Man, if you are a human being you can relate to what Kanye is talking about! Seems like the stuff that is ’supposed’ to be bad is what tends to draw us. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been conditioned to ‘if it feels good do it’ or just that because it feels good- we do it. But the fact that this internal battle exists means that it can’t be ignored. It’s funny that Kanye tells this story (by the way the song is called “Addiction”) and you can take it very literally to mean that he is talking about an addiction to women, sex and drugs, but I think that he is talking about the general human nature of being drawn to destructive things in our lives.

Kanye’s (always) transparent honesty matches the Apostle Paul in the Bible:

Kanye’s lyrics:

“Why everything that’s supposed to be bad, make me feel so good/Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would/Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could/But (You make me smile)

“What’s your addiction/Is it money, is it girls, is it weed?/I’ve been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three/She’s got the same thing about me, but more about us/She’s coming over so I guess that means I’m on drugs/Just let me peek now, I mean damn, I’m so curious/She’s got a lover so the lies and the lust is a rush/Time’s of the essence I need you to be spontaneous/Roll up the doge, henny and c-c-cola, then I’m c-coming over/ Cuz it’s ne-never over…

The Apostle Paul ‘raps’ something similar in Roman 7:16-25

What I don’t understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things that I absolutely despise… I obviously need help! I realize that I don’t have what it takes. I can will it, but I can’t do it. I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it. I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions such as they are don’t result in action. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time. It happens so regularly it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Part of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.

Can you relate?

There is a pretty plain reason WHY that happens which I’ll tell you about tomorrow.

Paul goes on to say: I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn’t that the real question?

Paul eventually figured it out, I’m not sure Kanye found his answer yet. But it’s the WHY and the WHAT is more practical than you think. And don’t think you already know the answer. Stay tuned.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Design Entry and Exit Strategies

Astra Zeneca does fundamental research to develop new drugs; Halifax Bank designs new types of accounts; Microsoft designs completely new software. These companies look for the high profits that come from new products, but they have to bear the cost of research and development.

These companies follow a product for its entire life cycle. But most organizations do not start with basic research to develop entirely new products – neither do they continue making a product through its entire life. They find existing products that fit into their range, and modify these to create their own ‘new’ product.

Organizations generally start supplying a product that is already some way through its life cycle. The time when they start, and later stop, making a product defines their entry and exit strategy. The best entry and exit strategy depends on your expertise and objectives. Your organization might be:

  • Research driven these are good at research, design and development, but they lack the resources and production skills to manage a growing  demand. They work in the introduction stage, and leave before the growth stage.
  • New product exploiters. These look for research that has commercial potential and then exploit it during the growth stage. They use strong marketing and process design to get the high prices available during growth, and then exit when profit margins begin to fall.
  • Cost reducers. These design very efficient operations, so they enter the market at the mature stage and produce large quantities efficiently enough to compete with organizations already in the market. They exit when sales fall too low to maintain high production levels.

My Consultancy–Asif J. Mir - Management Consultant–transforms organizations where people have the freedom to be creative, a place that brings out the best in everybody–an open, fair place where people have a sense that what they do matters. For details please visit www.asifjmir.com, Lectures, Line of Sight

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Japanese conservative values, are they Japanese? – Part 1 – Drugs


At a recent anti-Yasukuni Shrine demonstration right wing pro-Yasukuni Shrine groups had to be separated from the protest by police. While most Japanese shun these groups due to their ties to organized crime many share their drive to return Japan to more conservative times. They have the so called golden age syndrome where each generation longs for a return to a remembered or fictional time in their past. But what values do they find lacking now? As shown by the media circus surrounding Noriko Sakai, Japanese view drugs as a major concern. The family unit is also being portrayed as under attack by higher divorce rates and the mainstream emergence of gay lifestyles is seen with alarm. But what are traditional Japanese values? What influence did western values have on Japanese values?

Looking at the craziness surrounding Noriko Sakai, you can see the hype surrounding drug use in Japan. Her only crime is having done drugs in the past, not caught with drugs or arrested while on drugs. She was arrested and Japan is going crazy because she admitted she has done them in the past! From the hysteria surrounding her situation you’d assume that anti-drug attitude has always been part of Japanese culture.

True before World War II the Japanese did prohibit Opium-based narcotics because opium addiction was used by colonial powers to undermine China’s power in the region and the Japanese didn’t want to fall into the same trap. However, as soon as they seized power of parts in China in 1932 they too started mass producing Opium to be sold to the Chinese. By 1939, the Japanese reported $90m (That’s $1.4 billion in 2009) per year in tax revenues from drug sales in China. After Pearl Harbour Japan abandoned its no drug policy and started feeding its population regular does of what the Japanese government called “senryoku zokyo zai” or “drugs to inspire the fighting spirits” today we call them methamphetamines i.e. speed. After the war American military government of Japan banned the industry but stimulants continued to be problem till the 60s. While uppers or stimulants were only officially endorsed by the government during the war one of the so called drug problems of Japan, Marijuana has deep cultural roots in Nihon culture.

Marijuana or cannabis has been in Japan for thousands of years and was widely farmed because of the superior hemp fibres found in the plant stem. Hemp production was a major part of Japan’s economy until cotton was introduced. The plant was still grown as a recreational drug and farming product until the American occupation. American General Douglas MacArthur and his colleagues rewrote the Japanese constitution in 1948 and included the Taima Torishimari Ho, the Cannabis Control Act.

So you can see that drugs that were thought of as, “normal” in Japanese society were after the American occupation demonized. Demonized to the point were a situation like Noriko Sakai can produce anti-drug hysteria for what was a government sponsored drug 65 years ago.

Mackenzie Phillips reveals her father singer John Phillips raped her

Okay I am not sure I believe her. This girl has been in and out of rehab like a ping pong ball but I know he did jump start her on drugs. John Pillips was just enough of a junk head to do this to his own kid but I don’t know. Drugs has pretty much taken her looks, poor thing.

I have met Mick Jagger several times now and every time I see him he is uglier than the last time. I now officially hate the Stones b/c if it’s true what he said to her at 18 years of age – he is a totall asshole and only thinks with his dick.

Fuck him and every guy who abused this poor kid. She is so alone and sick and look at her. I hope John Pillips is roasting in a hell of his own making.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

My Brother's Keeper: Pictures of My Brother's Life of Addiction

My Brother’s Keeper: Pictures of My Brother’s Life of Addiction

Photography by:  Joason Flori

Photographer Joason Flori’s brother is both a heroin addict and a working parent.  Florio’s series of pictures captures his brother’s life over 10 years of addiction, a life of addiction that’s far more common than what’s usually portrayed.  As Florio states, “My life as a photographer is based around being in other people’s ‘situations.’  This work is my first attempt to confront a subject that I cannot walk away from.”

“For the past 22 years my brother has been a heroin addict.  Over the past eight or so years whenever I return home to London (I live in New York City), I document his continuous struggle of being addicted, getting clean, detoxifying, and then relapsing back to using.  In a sense, his story is common, but I wanted to portray his addiction uniquely.  Addicts are often depicted as being poor, undereducated, unemployed, marginalized “losers,” or rock stars succumbing to the pressures of fame.”

“He is in a sense a “functioning” addict, in that he works his life around the continual need to “score” daily whilst being a working parent.  The images of him are [from] over nearly a decade and present him in a number of ways.  We are all individually multiple; the faces he presents can be at moments so tender and at other times horrifying to witness.”

Jason Florio’s work has been widely exhibited.  He won the 2009 spotlight award from Black and White Magazine, and was a 2009 PDN finalist for travel portraits.  His editorial clients include Colors, The New Yorker, GQ, and Outside.

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David Foster Wallace–[Final thoughts] Infinite Jest (1996)

Okay, now that I’ve had time to digest the book (and to cope with the ending) I wanted to give some final thoughts on the book.  I also wanted to tie up some loose ends by posting my original response to the Salon.com questions as well as my letter to the posted article (keeping all my IJ stuff in one place).  I also found a map of Enfield that places things nicely in context.  I’ve included that at the bottom of the page.

But on to the book:

My previous post ended with what feels like a somewhat bitter taste in my mouth.  And yet I the disappointment I felt at the end of the book was not so much at what was said, but was actually a sort of disappointment that the book is over.

The book, the world, these characters became a part of my life.  I know for a fact that I have never spent this much time and effort on a book before (I didn’t even spend as much time on Ulysses, which I’ve read twice for a class).  And I think having the book left so open keeps the characters floating around in my head without actually letting them rest.  (Wraith-like if you will).

When I finished the book, the first thing I did was to go back to the beginning and re-read the Year of Glad section (now, for the third time!) [And I now I'm not the only person to have done so....just how many posts will say that that's what they did?]. And I know that’s sort of the set-up of the book, like Finnegans Wake or even Pink Floyd’s The Wall.  And, in re-reading, even more gaps were filled in.  And that is, of course, why people read it multiple times.  And yet, do any of the multiple-times readers come any close to filing in the gaps of that lost year, or do they just find more and more awesome details to obsess over (or both)?

But before I get wrapped up in trying to “figure out what happened” I have to mention just how much I enjoyed the book.  I’ve never read anything like it.  The details, the quotes, the laughs, the pain.  It all sounds so trite (”It was better than Cats!”)  And yet, whether it’s the work itself or the amount of time spent on it, these characters are now with me.

So, I had read IJ when it came out.  And sometime in 1997 or 1998 after DFW published A Supposedly Fun Thing… he did a promotional tour stop in Boston.  And I recall getting up there and getting his autograph and saying how much I loved IJ and how it has stayed with me two years later. And that was true then (of course, if you’ve read me fumbling around and not remembering anything, you’ll know the details didn’t stay with me for 13 years, but that’s okay…the writing and the imagery stayed there somewhere.)

I think also, given the amount of time I spent on the book, and the amount of effort I expended keeping track of things, having this vacancy (both in the fact that the book is over and in the gap of one year) is really weird.  I’ve since read a bunch of reviews of IJ and the one thing I cannot imagine is how anyone with an advanced readers copy of this book could hope to read it in a few days (typical reviewer turnover time) and actually have something useful to say about it in time for a slated book review date?  I would think that if you weren’t following quite so closely you wouldn’t feel the sense of loss at the end of the book.

But enough pontificating.

Let’s think about what happened from 11/20 YDAU to Whataburger in late November, Year of Glad.

  • We know that Hal was starting to lose control of his features once he had stopped smoking marijuana.
  • We know that Orin was captured.  And in reading the post at Infinite Tasks, I realized that I had missed Orin yelling “Do it to her! Do it to her!”  Is the “her” Joelle?  That would make some sense, (although it seemed as if JvD was being protected by Steeply).  But, if the AFR were going after the Incandenza family, would they have Avril rather than Joelle?  But I wouldn’t think that Orin would have to be pushed very hard to give up Avril.  And really, Avril seems above the fray somewhat.
  • We know that Steeply warned JvD about Marathe being at Ennet House.
  • We assume the AFR captured the Quebec team and did whatever they intended to do at E.T.A. (whatever that was).

In the Year of Glad we know that:

  • Hal had been in the hospital (psychiatric) about one year ago.
  • Cosgrove Watt is dead  (although why is Hal thinking of him?)
  • Hal’s ankle hasn’t hurt all year.
  • Hal and Gately dug up Himself’s head while John Wayne watched (in a mask).  And somehow this impacted Wayne’s ability to win this years’ Whataburger (which Hal is in the middle of during his interview at AZ college).
  • Given everything that happens, the world seems to be proceeding as normal (ie., O.N.A.N. hasn’t been decimated, there’s no sign of any major changes w/r/t The Entertainment destroying people).
  • Hal doesn’t think about Mario or the moms except about her alphabetizing cans above the microwave.  One assumes nothing happened to them.
  • Orin is okay: “The brother’s in the bloody NFL for God’s sake.” (14)
  • There is no mention of JvD at all.

So, we’ll never know all the details.  But let’s assume that Hal never did the DMZ (Pemulis was seen crying around a dumpster on 11/20 after looking in the ceiling…his drugs were removed).  [Okay, see several paragraphs hence where I pretty well discount this idea].

Regardless, he clearly had some kind of breakdown between the WhataBurger and the AP exams he was planning to take (his scores were a little too close to zero).  But Hal is seeded third in The Year of Glad’s WhataBurger, so he clearly has been playing quite well, despite his losing interest in playing anymore.

At some point, he and Gately and Wayne go up to the Concavity to dig up Himself’s head. How does this transpire?  Well: The AFR and Steeply’s team (with insider dope from Marathe), know all of the parties involved.

Since it’s a blank year, Gately is likely healed by the time they go up there (Gately has “dreams” about these events: driving in a bus due North… although really why would he be in a bus?).  Joelle appears with wings and no underwear…is she dead? At the end of Gately’s dream, Hal, who can’t speak, mouths that it’s Too Late (to “divert the Continental Emergency”) (934).

All that suggests that they couldn’t dig up whatever (Master or Antidote) to prevent the dissemination of the Entertainment.  And Endnote 114 says that the Year of Glad is “the very last year of O.N.A.N.ite Subsidized Time” (1022).  So, something has happened (presumably a new president has been elected, as who would vote for the guy who let the Entertainment happen?)  And yet, when Hal is at the U of A, everything seems pretty normal (true it comes from Hal’s P.O.V. but there’s no talk of anything apocalyptic in the office).

And so, the question really isn’t so much what happens (which we do sort of know), but how does it happen?  And the reason I’m bummed about trying to figure this out is that 1) I’m not as clever as DFW and 2) I don’t have enough time to ponder this and 3) I really enjoyed reading about these characters, and even though I feel that I know them quite well, I imagine they were in for some tumultuous character changes over this year.

I also wondered again about the narrator of the book.  There are so many different possibilities for who is telling this story.  In this interview for Bookworm with Michael Silverblatt, DFW says, “and Infinite Jest is the first thing that I wrote where the narrator — it’s supposed to sound like the narrator’s talking to you.” (about 3/4 of the way through the interview…there’s no pages).  The obvious one is Hal, and yet there are a  number of things that suggest it is not him.  And of course, Infinite Tasks has a thoughtful post about the narrator here.  Axford maybe?  Or even J.O.I.?  I’m inclined to say it’s a student/academic deal, what with the scholarly information/paper type thing.  Especially since, and I don’t know who has brought this up before, the notes section is called Notes and Errata, whatever that means for the book.

Is there the possibility that the author is Gately, after getting that influx of brains through J.O.I.?  (Or am I just reaching now?)

And something I just thought of…is the preponderance of Drug company information in the Endnotes indicative that the “readers” of the work wouldn’t know what these drugs/drug companies are anymore?  Is that suggesting that the book was written several years after the fact (and possibly after the Entertainment has ceased the need for the drugs?)  Again, I’m reading too much here, I think.

And but so for what is ostensibly disappointment (at so much unanswered), it has in no way diminished my love for DFW, his style, his sensibilities, everything. Since finishing IJ, I have downloaded all of the uncollected DFW works from the Howling Fantods, and have begun re-reading Brief Interviews with Hideous Men in light of the new John Krasinski film that is coming out soon.

So, yes, I’m still a committed DFW-phile.

As for IJ itself, I hope that some answers will, like Gately’s ghostwords, come out of the ether. I hope that one of these days I’ll read just the right words that fill in what I’m missing.  And yet, if none of that happens, that’s okay too.  I enjoyed the ride, I enjoyed the book club, and I enjoyed being a part of the whole thing.

And, I’m quite certain I haven’t written my last word about IJ yet either.

See, here’s more already.  A very clever person has concocted this fantastic explanation of what happened which certainly works for me.   It’s amazing how many people theorize that the mold & the DMZ are interrelated somehow (of course, as with any gun on the wall that will eventually go off, the mold has to be significant, I mean it gets mentioned THREE TIMES!)  And, yes, the DMZ is pretty crucial to the story too, so perhaps my (earlier)  naivete about Hal not taking the DMZ was, well, naive (or actually quite foolish).

My calculation is that I have written nearly 60,000 words about Infinite Jest this summer.  (Which is more  than Slaughterhouse Five (49,000 words) and darn close to Lord of the Flies (59,900 words).  Now, if only they’d been original coherent and publishable, eh?

My questionnaire for the Salon.com article

I wanted to include my answers to the questions that Joe Coscarelli asked me (during Week 3) for the Salon.com article.  In true DFW fashion, I’m removing the actual questions (plus I didn’t ask him for permission).  So if you’re interested in just what he asked, you can email me.  But here’s my Week 3 frame of mind.  (I particularly like my guess at that 80% of the participants would finish the Infinite Summer project…I think I overestimated).

Q? Q?

My name is Paul Debraski.  I’m 40 years old.  I work as a librarian in NJ.  I’ll also fill in that I’m married and have two kids (ages 4 and 2, which may come up regarding how much time I have to read this thing).
Q? Q? Q? Q?

I read Infinite Jest the week it came out.  I was absorbed in all of the hype (I was living in Boston at the time, and the Boston Phoenix newspaper was really hyping it).  My recollection is that I read the book in three days, although as I think about it time-wise that doesn’t appear possible.  But I LOVED the book, and was hooked immediately (that it was partially set where I was living certainly helped).  I wasn’t working at the time, so I had a lot of free time, so I must have read it in about a week.
I saw the first incarnation of A Supposedly Fun Thing… in Harper’s, and I was blown away by that too.  After that I’ve read everything he’s done.

Q? Q? Q?

Ah book clubs.  My wife tried to join a few book clubs in the last year and ultimately ended up starting her own.  My experience with them (as a librarian) is that geographically you’re lucky if you can find a number of people who are genuinely interested in what you want to read.  Often times you get stuck reading a book that you would never read on your own, which may be okay, but if you get stuck reading junk, that’s a month you’ve just wasted.  The only thing worse is when you’re excited about a book and the rest of your group just couldn’t get into it. In this respect, the internet has opened up so many possibilities.  And yet, as you ask, it can be way too big to be useful.  I mean, the infinite summer site has hundreds of posts every day.  I can’t read IJ AND all the posts too!  I think ideally you would like to use the internet to find people who broadly enjoy the kind of literature you like, and then narrow them down to people reasonably local so you can meet face to face once in a while.  It’s that face to face that really heightens the experience.
Q? Q?

I did the Five Boro Bike Tour in New York two years in a row, which certainly had that social feeling to it.  But I have never done anything big online like this before. I log into Facebook a few times a week.  I could easily get sucked into a lot more if I’m not careful. Twitter is a bit too inconsequential for me at this stage, although if I found something I was really interested in, I could see subscribing to it.  At this point, email notification, which I check throughout the day, is fast enough.   I blog at http://ijustreadaboutthat.wordpress.com.  I started it primarily as a place to keep track of the books I was reading.  I had started a print notebook of the information, but blogging seemed like more fun.  Once people actually started reading it, it became a rush of excitement as well.  I like to think I haven’t caved to reader pressure too much, but I do keep an “audience” in mind when I write.

Q? Q?

I was attracted by the camaraderie, and the idea of achieving something big in a group.  I’m not the kind of person to go to New Year’s Eve in Central Park so this is social without actually having to bump into people.

I check the site every day to see what the guides and directors have said.  I wasn’t sure what to expect from the guides, and I like that they are frustrated and enjoying themselves and just having fun.  I read some of the forums, although as I said, there’s so much, that it gets daunting.

On a purely mechanical level, the summary timelines (and the percentage countdown) have been very helpful.  As for my fellow readers’ comments, I’ve been really enjoying seeing the kinds of things that people are attracted to about the book.  There’s so much in it, and so many different aspects that you can like (or hate), that it’s fun to see others’ perspectives on what I love or, more importantly to get something out of a section I didn’t like as much.  I also really appreciate the people with a bit more time on their hands who are willing to really look into something to find out everything they can about it.
Some of the vernacular sections I haven’t been willing to fully parse out who is talking about whom, I get the gist and the plotpoints, but I’m hoping the characters will reveal themselves later.  When the forum folks talk about them, I get a nice, Aha! moment.  They also helped when I was under the impression that Mario was younger than Hal.  Not sure how I messed that up, but it was nice to get that straightened out.

Q? Q? Q?

My reading has been solid. I have been hitting each deadline and imagine I will continue to do so.  I have an hour lunch, so I get in my car, drive to a quiet spot and try to read 20-25 pages (about as much as is possible to read in an hour and digest everything).  That gives me about three days to read the allotted portion.  Why three days?  Well, this summer I had planned to enter several Summer Reading programs at the libraries.  In them, the more books you read, the more chances to win.  So am I stuck reading one book for the whole summer?  Well, I’ve been sneaking in some “easy” books on the other days (Kurt Vonnegut is a nice compliment).  As I mentioned I have two young kids so there’s very little chance of reading at home (if I want to remember anything, that is).

When I started re-reading the book, I was worried that I wouldn’t enjoy it as much, that it was all right-place, right-time of my life.  But in starting again, I am totally hooked.  I actually don’t want to only read the pacing that I’m sticking with.  But I will continue on my projected course.  It’s all about discipline!
Q? Q? Q?

I know that DFW was a teacher.  I think that any teacher knows that a group of people can really learn from each other, or at least ask questions that other people weren’t thinking of.  Having said that, a teacher also knows when the class is getting too tangential.  Now, IJ is nothing if not tangential, so I think he would probably want a bit of reining in so people don’t get too into their own heads (rather than DFW’s).  Of course, who will do the reining in?

I agree that reading is a wholly personal endeavor up to a point.  For instance, I won’t read any spoilers; I won’t get in any discussions that will impact my reading of the next section.  I want my first reading to be my own.  But I am more than happy to be influenced after the fact.  If this new information radically affects what I read, I’ll go back and read it again.  For instance, one of the guides said that the first ten pages of the book were fantastic on their own.  I certainly enjoyed them, but since I was in for the long haul I didn’t really delve into those pages the first time through.  After reading that post I went back and re-read that first section and I was really blown away.  It also made me slow down during some of those dense parts to really appreciate what DFW was doing.
Q? Q?

IJ is daunting.  First because it is long, but also because the language is colorful, dare I even say beautiful.  As with any endurance thing, I’ll say the obvious, it’s about pacing.  Whether that means keeping up with the pages per week, or, as seems to be more relevant to IJ, not getting burnt out if you get lost/confused/feel like throwing it against the wall.  There is a lot going on. Both in the overall plot, but even in the individual sections.  So, if you don’t care about tennis, I think it’s safe to not read too deeply into the tennis parts.  While they are certainly important, they are not going to help with the “plot” (as far as I can remember, I could be totally wrong about that plot part, actually).

There’s a lengthy session where the older kids are assisting their little buddies.  It goes on for some 15 pages.  Now, I’m not sure how that will impact the plot specifically; mostly it’s just stuff about tennis and competition.  And I’m not entirely sure if it’s important that Hal talks about one aspect while John Wayne talks about another.  And it’s tempting to sort of sail through that because it doesn’t “really matter.”  But, if you slow down and enjoy the language.  Enjoy that each kid has a different style of teaching and think about how that kid also plays on the court (which is sort of described in that section too) it’s a totally enjoyable read.  It’s funny, and it’s insightful.

I think some people will give up because they fall behind.  It’s not easy to read a lot (although what else do people do on their lunch hour?).  But I think there is satisfaction in finishing it.  Even if you fall behind, it’s worth it to not drop it altogether.  We just got (in week 3) to a very funny series of seemingly unrelated almost short stories (about the demise of videophones, and a 7th grade essay of Hal’s about police shows on TV) that are so much fun and so lighthearted that they are worth any grief you may feel from other sections.

As for life being too hectic for novels…  I have many friends who sort of proudly proclaim that they only read nonfiction, as if nonfiction is somehow better.  I read some nonfiction, but in general I find it to be less satisfying than fiction.  I find that I can put down a nonfiction book and pick it up several months later and more or less continue without losing any momentum.  With a novel, you have to pay attention or you literally lose the plot. Sure, that’s more work, but it’s so much more rewarding.  And, at the risk of sounding very pretentious (as if a 7 page email response isn’t pretentious enough) I find that I learn more about people or humanity (or at least learn to appreciate things about people) from novels more than nonfiction. Plus, I think the creativity inherent in fiction trumps nonfiction.  I’ve also noticed that the popular memoir trend is written in a much more fictional style.  Why?  Because novels are fun!

Q?

I honestly have no idea how many people are reading.  I’m delighted that it appears to be several hundred.  In reading reviews from various places it sounds like a lot of people bought the book but not so many read it.  I’m thrilled that this will get more people to read the book.  I’d say that the people who were actually willing to try to read this are the kind of people who won’t be daunted easily.  Let’s say 80% completion rate!

A.

Same here, I hope I didn’t prattle on too much.  Let me know if I can help in any other way, too!

After the Salon article came out, there were several letters written.  I added to the discussion with this one.  A follow up person asked me to clarify, the my sentences were a little unclear, so I have tried to clean it up without changing any meaning:

I’m biased obviously

I was quoted in the article, so I’m biased, obviously.

When IJ came out I read it in about a week. Absolutely loved it. It spoke to me in many ways, not least of which was that I lived in the (real) town where the (fictional) book is set (more or less). So, I had a lot of connections to the details.

And “details” is the crucial word. DFW is hyper-aware of details. Way back in high school English Lit, I was one of those people who hated books that had too much detail…Get to the plot! I don’t need 3 pages describing the landscape. Since then, I have grown as a reader and realized that books are not necessarily for plot. That may sound like heresy, but we often read for reasons other than getting from point A to B.

IJ gets from point A to B, but it goes to a lot of other places first, and in fact, it starts somewhere around point F and winds its way back to point A (not unlike Pulp Fiction, to take a far more mainstream example).

The two things that are daunting about IJ are 1) its length. Duh. Although I’ve never quite understood what is so much harder about reading one 1,000 page book than five 200 page books. And 2) his way with words. DFW loved language. He loves to play with language. He spends time on flourishes, on detours, on, yes, cul de sacs, and I totally agree that sometimes I want to just scream…get to the point. But if you take the time, not work, just time, to read it…it is very rewarding.

About the big words and the endnotes…you don’t have to understand most of the big words, heck, like in the spelling bee, context is everything. Look it up if you want, but it’s not necessary. The endnotes…well, I loved them. I thought it was clever and amusing, and as I read it through this time (my 2nd) I’m realizing that there’s something else going on that warrants the endnotes. Not sure what it is yet, but I can’t wait to find out.

All this is to say, hey, you may not like the book. That’s pretty likely actually. But if you enjoy challenging yourself a little, it’s a good investment. And, as people have said, it’s really very funny (amidst the drug addiction and tennis), and it’s pretty easy to get hooked, even if you don’t follow every detail of every section.

And you can click on my signature to see my post about the book, maybe it will encourage you to give it a second chance.


All along, I had been wondering if there was a good map of Enfield so I could see exactly how it was superimposed over Allston/Brighton.  Sure enough the good folks at boston.com made one.  Click on the map to see the original.

Monday, September 21, 2009

A disgusting display of power abuse and lack of reality. Cannabis users in the danger zone. Watch out if you're a parent!

http://www.dagbladet.no/2009/05/20/nyheter/narko/narkotika/innenriks/oslo/6312743/

For you English speaking ignoramouses who was too lazy to learn a second language, I wil make this articvle into human language.

It sates as follows from the headline:

“May loose their children if cought buying hashish”…

“Fines, sitatation loss of licenses, and loss of their children is but some of the means to fight this “scurge”.

-It seems that these brainless gorillas haven’t gotten reality slammed in their faces the same way as Barry Cooper has in the US, and would think that violent raids would be a good idea of suppressing and traumatising both parent and their kids with this drivel.

“Norwgian police wishes to clamp down hard on cannabis users in the “fair” city of Oslo.

Good luck in discriminating 50- 100 000 cannabis users in Oslo and around alone! Draconian fines have already been used. And now, they want to steal your kids away from enjoying the extracts from a bloody plant!

What’s next?

Labour camps?  Getting their citizenship and priveliges taken away from them? It seems to me that to call the police a power mongering lot of fascist is quite correct in this matter. Because they are! In fact, how would they react if at least 5% of the poloiceforce alone in Oslo, there are uniformed pricks who smoke the evidence themselves. If not even more! I do suspect that Norwegian policve is as rotten as any other police in any other babana republic. And should be treated as such: Like brain damage cases who should taste the medicine of their own!

Why? Because they have never benn on the recieving end of their power abuse!

“Oslo Police is trying hard to get rid of intoxication in the city!”

-Hell! Why not start with the bars and discos if you really want to be consistent?  There are more violent crimes related to alcohol than with Cannabis. Yet the same police seem to refuse to get the facts. Even if the Facts and Truth were slammed in their faces!

If they wnat the truth? Well! As an investigative writer I can name several names in the polie force, family fathers who smokes a joint in the closet! You want to hear about them? Well! Not from me! Because in comparrison to the bastards, I have an ounce of integrity in my body. They do not!

The politicians aren’t much better. They are using different tactics to defend their prohobition which history is nothing more than blatant racism and power abuse by the former prohobition commisioner Harry Anslinger. Politicians may think that 300 000 regular Cannabis users are 2nd ratecitizens with no right. Like any other illegal alien.

But neither police or politicians seem to grasp the simplest of truths: They are not treating cannabis use as a public healthb issue, but a criminal issue. I suspect it must be the legacy the Nazis left us here up north during the five years they fucked up our belief system.

And now, like in any other dictatorship, there’s a new enemy to suppress…. again… The Hashish smoker.

I wonder if any of these juvenile delinquents with a lwa book and some power have an ounce of empirical bone in their miserable flabby bodies!

And when  confronted by some simple facts, tbhey either escape, ignore or come up with some lame ecuse to keep up with their draconian laws! They say they want to “help” the junkies. Except for the pot smoker. That’s in their eyes nothing more. Does it ever occur to them that their prohobition is a lot more damaging for ones health than the smoke itself? Or have their arrogance led them so far that they cannot take wrong?

They prove to be unfit for any office time and time again with their apologetism and escapeism.

While being confronted with Harry Anslinger, they are using different ecuses to suppres people and force them behind bars for a victimless crime.

That they have the nerve to call getting pot a crime is itself a disgusting display of abuseof language. To try to fit reality into their own nrrow world of Saturday night shows and meetings with the health bord of directors for some pharmaceutical company that spews out drugs each years that not only lobotomizes your brain, but have conserable risk in killing the patient. I’m talking relativelly here.

In the US alone, more than 1700 people dies from some form of anti inflammatory drugs, brought to you by yoyr friendly pharmacist. And these are in comparrison to Cannabis “experimental”. Considering that we have 5000 years recorded history of Cannabis use, and none have died from it yet. And when a crime is committed with Cannabis in the blood, it’s the fault of the demon seed. When getting puch drunk and getting into a fight, there is nothing but excuses.

I wonder which fantasyland they are living in here, since they obviously have this deliric urge to impose their paranoid schizophrenic values on the rest of us.

The drug dealer in the street is not dangerous. Put him beside a suit dressed power whore, and guess who’s the biggest threat to our freedom, anf most likelly to have blood on his hands…

http://www.nevergetbusted.com/

A hommage to Barry Cooper who’s done just like me: Switched sides…

Bohemianwriter

Sunday, September 20, 2009

It’s Tough, Very Tough Being Heidi Fleiss

The television soap opera Guiding Light recently aired its final episode after running a glorious 72 years.  But, as normally is the case, when one show leaves, something is always right there waiting in the wings to fill the entertainment vacuum.    Sporting a similar theme on a variation, there is the inimitable Heidi Fleiss.  Although she’s not 72 yet – she only looks that old – hardly a day goes by when one drama is replaced with yet another surrounding Fleiss’ colorful and checkered life in and around Sin City-  the city’s monicker and her lifelong passion, no matter how it is packaged.

For today’s update Las Vegas Backstage Access learns that the former “Hollywood Madam” Heidi Fleiss’ Las Vegas dog grooming business has been shut down by a judge as part of a civil lawsuit, just two days after she was sentenced to three years probation on felony drug charges.

Fleiss’ Dirty Dog salon had been open only three days when Clark County District Judge Elizabeth Gonzalez ordered it closed last Thursday.

The ruling was in response to a motion filed by Jeffery Marvian, who claims his estranged wife conspired to sell the business to Fleiss in violation of the couple’s ongoing divorce action.

Marvian’s attorney, Shelley Lubritz, apparently has the smoking gun:  She said she recorded a conversation in which her client’s wife, Nickol Marvian, admitted selling the business to Fleiss and porn star Kendra Jade Rossi behind Jeffery Marvian’s back.

Lubritz said the Marvians took out a $60,000 second mortgage on their home to start the shop, so they both have an interest in the business.

Gonzalez ordered Dirty Dog to remain closed until a Sept. 30 hearing that could determine whether Fleiss will be allowed to reopen the salon.

Fleiss on Friday denied any involvement in a conspiracy and said she is confident the business will be allowed to reopen.

“I’ll just have to tell my side to the judge,” she told the Las Vegas Review-Journal. “I already had a sign made up that says I’ll be open on the first (of October). On the first, I’m offering free self-washes to anyone who comes in.”

Last Tuesday, Fleiss was placed on probation for three years stemming from her arrest in the rural Nevada town of Parhrump where she lives. Fleiss pleaded guilty to unlawful use of methamphetamine and possession of the painkiller hydrocodone without a prescription.

The Case for Legalising All Drugs Is Unanswerable

The Extreme Profits to Be Made From Narcotics – a Direct Result of Prohibition – Fuel War and Terrorism.  Legalization Is Urgent

The war on drugs is a failed policy that has injured far more people than it has protected.  Around 14,000 people have died in Mexico’s drug wars since the end of 2006, more than 1,000 of them in the first three months of this year.  Beyond the overflowing morgues in Mexican border towns, there are uncounted numbers who have been maimed, traumatized or displaced.  From Liverpool to Moscow, Tokyo to Detroit, a punitive regime of prohibition has turned streets into battlefields, while drug use has remained embedded in the way we live.  The anti-drug crusade will go down as among the greatest follies of modern times.

A decade or so ago, it could be argued that the evidence was not yet in on drugs.  No one has ever believed illegal drug use could be eliminated, but there was a defensible view that prohibition could prevent more harm than it caused.  Drug use is not a private act without consequences for others; even when legal, it incurs medical and other costs to society.  A society that adopted an attitude of laissez-faire towards the drug habits of its citizens could find itself with higher numbers of users.  There could be a risk of social abandonment, with those in poor communities being left to their fates.

These dangers have not disappeared, but the fact is that the costs of drug prohibition now far outweigh any possible benefits the policy may bring.  It is time for a radical shift in policy.  Full-scale legalization, with the state intervening chiefly to regulate quality and provide education on the risks of drug use and care for those who have problems with the drugs they use, should now shape the agenda of drug law reform.

In rich societies like Britain, the US and continental Europe, the drug war has inflicted multiple harms.  Since the inevitable result is to raise the price of a serious drug habit beyond what many can afford, penalizing use drives otherwise law-abiding people into the criminal economy.  As well as criminalizing users, prohibition exposes them to major health risks.  Illegal drugs can’t easily be tested for quality and toxicity and overdosing are constant risks.  Where the drugs are injected, there is the danger of hepatitis and HIV being transmitted.  Again, criminalizing some drugs while allowing a free market in others distracts attention from those that are legal and harmful, such as alcohol.

While it is certainly possible that legalization could see more people take drugs, a drug user’s life would be much safer and healthier than at present.  There is no room for speculation here, for we know that a great many users lived highly productive lives before drugs were banned.  Until the First World War, when they were introduced under the banner of national security, there were few controls on drugs in the UK or America.  Cocaine, morphine and heroin could be bought at the local chemist.  Many were users, including William Gladstone, who liked to take a drop of laudanum ( an alcoholic tincture of opium ) in his coffee before making speeches.  Some users had problems, but none had to contend with the inflated prices, health risks and threat of jail faced by users today.

Though politicians like to pretend they embody a moral consensus, there is none on the morality of drug use.  Barack Obama has admitted to taking cocaine, while David Cameron refuses to answer the question.  Neither has suffered any significant political fall-out.  Everyone knows drug use was commonplace in the generation from which these politicians come and no one is fussed.  What is more bothersome is that the tacit admission by these leaders that drug use is a normal part of life goes with unwavering support for the failed policy of prohibition.

Producing and distributing illegal drugs is a highly organized business, whose effects are felt throughout society.  The extreme profits that are reaped corrupt institutions and wreck lives.  Dealing drugs can seem a glamorous career to young people in desolate inner cities, even as it socializes them into a gang culture in which violence is normal.  The Hobbesian environment of anarchic street gangs, crooked politicians and put-upon, occasionally corrupt cops portrayed in The Wire may not be immediately recognizable in most European countries.  But it is not all that far away.

It is in the world’s poorer societies that drug prohibition is having its most catastrophic effects.  Mexico is only one of several Latin American countries where the anti-drug crusade has escalated into something like low-intensity warfare, while elsewhere in the world some states have been more or less wholly captured by drug money.  Narco-states are one of the drug war’s worst side-effects, with small countries like Guinea-Bissau in West Africa being hijacked ( as Ed Vulliamy and Grant Ferrett reported in these pages in March of last year ) to serve as distribution points for Latin American cocaine.  Narco-capitalism is one of the less advertised features of globalization, but it may well emerge strengthened from the recent dislocation in global markets.

Not only in Afghanistan but throughout the world, the extreme profits of the drug trade have a well-documented role in funding terrorist networks and so threaten advanced countries.  No doubt terrorism will remain a threat whatever drug regime is in place, but the collapse in prices that would follow legalization would make a big dent in the resources it can command.  It is hard to see how the countries where most drug users live can be secure while counter-terrorist operations are mixed up with the ritual combat of the anti-drugs crusade.

What is required is not a libertarian utopia in which the state retreats from any concern about personal conduct, but a coolly utilitarian assessment of the costs and benefits of different methods of intervention.  The scale of the problem suggests that decriminalizing personal use is not enough.  The whole chain of production and distribution needs to be brought out of the shadows and regulated.  Different drugs may need different types of regulation and legalization may work best if it operated somewhat differently in different countries.  At this point, these details are not of overriding importance.

The urgent need is for a shift in thinking.  There are hopeful signs of this happening in some of the emerging countries, such as Argentina, Mexico and Brazil ( whose former president Fernando Henrique Cardoso last week argued forcefully in this newspaper that the war on drugs has failed ).  There is no reason why these countries, which bear much of the brunt of the drug wars, should wait for an outbreak of reason among politicians in rich countries.  They should abandon prohibition as soon as they can.

It remains the case that without a change of mind in the leaders of rich countries, above all in the United States, the futile global crusade will continue.  The likelihood that the American political classes will call a halt any time soon must be close to zero.  Yet it is pleasant to dream that President Obama, in the midst of all the other dilemmas he is facing, may one day ask himself whether America or the world can any longer afford the absurd war on drugs.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Police: Dad Tells 4-year-old Cocaine is Candy; Boy Shares it at Day Care

Cocaine, NOT CANDY!

(bnd.com) NEWARK, N.J. — New Jersey police say a 4-year-old boy shared cocaine with his friends at day care because his father told him it was candy.

Newark police say 25-year-old Shaheed Wright of East Orange put several baggies of cocaine inside his son’s jacket after police nearly caught him with it. The boy shared the drugs with three other 4-year-olds at his day care center Friday.

A teacher spotted a girl with a baggie in her mouth and called authorities after seeing the white powdery substance.

The children were taken to a hospital, but none were injured. Police found more baggies of cocaine after searching the boy’s pockets.

Wright was charged with four counts of child endangerment and drug offenses. He is not listed in the phone book, and police do not know if he has retained a lawyer.

Girltalk 24/7:  How disturbing that you involve your child in your illegal activities! Shame on you Mr. Wright.  Fortunately non of the kids were harmed – Thank God!

Addiction is not a crime, Supremes rule

The string of “executions” (a polite word for mass slaughter) at addictions treatment centers in Juarez highlighted a possible problem with the changes in the drug possession laws.  Although the Chihuahua State Prosecutor’s office (often accused of being inept and jejune about criminal investigations) makes a good point when they say that addictions treatment centers are sometimes used as hideouts by gangsters on the lam, there is the more serious problem that the centers that have been attacked were unlicensed facilities and there is no good oversight of private treatment facilities.

What constitutes treatment, and who would be sent to treatment under the “reformed” drug law was not clear.  With no definition of what “treatment” was mandated, this could mean anything from attendance at 12-step meetings (which believe their success depends on voluntary mutual assistance, and refuse state sponsorship) to religious centers (as at least two of the Juarez centers were) to for-profit facilities run by the same folks who run them in the United States.  In other words, a boondoggle ripe with possibilities for fraud.

A second problem was that identifying an “addict” is largely a matter of police discretion.  Ideally, it isn’t worth the officer’s time and trouble to detain users, but there is the danger that an officer might pick on someone, or single out a regular user for “special consideration.”

Finally, the Constitution — in Article I — specifically states that “All discrimination motivated by … health conditions… or anything else that may be against human dignity and have as its object to restrict or reduce the rights and liberties of persons, remains prohibited.

The Supreme Court (or six out of five of them, anyway) agreed that drug addiction is a health condition.

(translated from an 18 September El Universal report by Carlos Avilés Allende):

The Supreme Court has issued a ruling that is intended to ensure that drug addicts are not treated as criminals, but as patients.

In a close six to five decision, the high court declared that Article 199 of the Federal Penal Code, adopted August 19, was unconstitutional in that it requires the prosecution of addicts caught in possession of drugs for personal consumption.

The Court ruling protects an addict who was arrested with a quantity of cocaine for personal use, and faced a series of trials. It ensures that he remains at liberty, and sets aside is criminal record.

With Minister Jose Ramon Cossio casting the deciding vote, the majority of Court Ministers ruled the article was discriminatory and therefore, in violation of the constitution.

The reasoning is that under Article 199, drug addicts in possession of a legally allowable amount of narcotics are held for trial, while those who are drug users, but deny being addicts, are freed without being is is because that article, they explained, allowed the drug addicts they are appropriated and put to trial if they were found with a quantity of drugs for consumption, though eventually they were left at liberty, “while those who were detained in the same conditions, but said they were not addicts, were freed without any record being made of the incident.

Article 199 of the Federal Criminal Code came into force on August 20, as part of a package of drug-smuggling reforms, and included, among other things, the decriminalization of drug possession in quantities considered being for personal consumption.

Under the reform, a prosecutor may not initiate a criminal action if the person holds less than 500 milligrams of cocaine, 500 grams of cannabis or marijuana, 40 milligrams of methamphetamine, 2 grams of opium or 50 milligrams of heroin, among other drugs.

At the same time, while the law stipulates that addiction treatment is the responsiblity of the Secretariat of Health, addicts were subject to prosecution in criminal courts.

The importance of the decision rendered by the Supreme Court lies in practice, as it endorses the reforms, while closing the possibility of any future prosecutions of addicts. In addition, the court ruling will probably end the prosecution of addicts who are being tried for offenses committed under the old law.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Cannabis farm 'gardener' gets jail term

Cannabis farm ‘gardener’ gets jail term.

An illegal Chinese immigrant, who was acting as “gardener” to a cannabis farm in a cellar beneath an Edinburgh pub, has been jailed for 27 months.

The drugs factory was discovered when police, searching for a stolen computer, found 353 cannabis plants valued at between £52,950 and £150,856 in a room in the cellar area.

Ming Lee, 41, pleaded guilty previously at Edinburgh Sheriff Court to producing cannabis at the Bonnington Bridge Bar in Newhaven Road on 21 May this year.

Sentence was deferred until yesterday for reports. Lee’s defence agent, Graeme Runcie, described his client as “a drugs slave”. Lee, who arrived in Britain in 2000 seeking asylum, had been told to water the plants by “the boss”, Mr Runcie said.

Sentencing Lee, Sheriff Holligan said he took into account a number of factors relating to Lee’s personal circumstances and the nature and degree of his involvement.

bron: edinburghnews.scotsman.com

Book Review: Beautiful Boy - David Sheff

Drugs are rampant in our society right now.  From the experimentation of young teens to the fully addicted, they permiate through everything.  In Beautiful Boy, David Sheff takes on a journey that no parent ever wants to experience – watching your child spiral downward into addiction hell.

When I read this book, I had just returned from Agape Tour where we visit drug and alcohol rehab facilities.  We hear stories of hope & redemption but rarely hear the cycle that parents and families endure during this process.  This book broke my heart.  The passion of a father who wanted to see his son released from the pain of his addiction and the son who appeared to fight against everything that seemed appropriate to heal.

David Scheff recounts the spiral of his son, Nic Sheff, into this addiction from his point of view.  He questions the decisions he made – divorce, enablement, recovery, etc.  I can’t imagine what a parent thinks & fears when he doesn’t hear from his child for weeks and months at a time.  When contact is made, the constant questioning of the truth is always present in the forefront of the mind as David recounts.  He tells of the denial of the problem, the times his house was broken in to, the times his son was higher than a kite and many other experiences.

However, this story is not entirely devoid of hope and redemption.  He talks about the journey of surfing, kayaking, and other activities including a family vacation after one of Nic’s stints in rehab & sobriety.  There was a sorrow and joy in the writing as there should be.  There was the moment when enough was enough – rehab or no support at all.

This book is a realistic approach to the family side of the drug issue.  It is not for the faint of heart, either.  This book is raw, full of emotion, moments of course language, but I also believe it is a book that all parents should read.  Pick this book up today for a rare look behind the family side of drug related illnesses.

For Nic Sheff’s side of the story, check out Tweak – it is also a fantastic read.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

ILikeMusic: Life

I stumbled across a very cool collection of content today. The site is called ‘ILikeMusic’ and the content is called ‘Life’.

What is ILikeMusic? An independent UK music magazine, which offers the latest music news, album and single reviews, interviews, uk charts, tickets, music career info and so on … The site is approaching 10 years of publishing, founded in 2000 and launched in 2001 as an independent voice in an industry saturated by big corporations, the site was launched by a passionate team who like music, for others who like music.

The Editorial policy is simple: they do not slate artists. Also on offer is up to date news, features, competitions and live reviews, a comprehensive range of gig/tour/ticket listings, plus a variety of bookshelf and sections on making music and music careers.

An interesting section of the site is called ‘Life’. A place where young people can gather information to make decisions that need support and guidance through their lives. The content is completely impartial, a user can gather information regarding issues concerning young people. A range of chapters such as -

  • Sex and relationships
  • Drinking and drugs
  • Work and study
  • Housing
  • Legal and finances
  • Health and well being

I found this content extremely valuable, I hope you do too.

-tobecontinued-

Juarez, Mexico, killings reach new high

MEXICO CITY, Mexico (CNN) — The number of drug-related killings in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, so far this year has reached 1,647, surpassing the death toll for all of 2008, a city spokesman told CNN.

A spate of killings since the weekend, including 12 on Tuesday, pushed this year’s death toll higher than the 1,607 recorded murders for last year, spokesman Sergio Belmonte told CNN.

Killings in Juarez, located across the border from El Paso, Texas, began to spike in early 2008, when the Sinaloa drug cartel began a turf war with the Juarez cartel.

In response, President Felipe Calderon sent federal troops to patrol the city. About 7,500 troops will remain in Juarez at least for another six months at the mayor’s request, officials said.

The army presence has helped curb the violent daylight shootouts that damaged the city’s image and threatened its economy, but killings and reprisals among street-level dealers continue to mount, Belmonte said.

On Monday, 635 new police officers graduated from the police academy and joined the ranks of a force that had been thinned by about 700 in the city’s effort to root out corrupt cops.

The police department is now up to more than 2,600 officers, Belmonte said. Another 400 cadets are expected to join the force in October.

Officials hope that the larger police force, together with investments in police equipment and a new crime-stoppers phone system, will turn things around for the city. More than 5,100 have been killed in drug-cartel violence across Mexico this year, according to a tally by the newspaper El Universal

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Fighting

This is the condemned bridge i warned everyone about... but as you can see... no one reads signs anymore! don't worry. i walked over it too!

Tuesday Is our normal meeting day here in the Victory Outreach International Church of Cape Town (VOICOCT for short). Today was a very challenging day for me.

Usually the first thing we do is evaluate the weekend and how it went. This is really constructive since we are really trying to build the ministry here. But this weekend I kind of struggled because of the stage set up and the fact that I was expected to perform on a very intuitive level like never before. So it was difficult. And i really got a lot of constructive criticism.

I felt like walking out of that room. It was a room full of people, all telling me what they think i should do, and how i could do it better.

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(you’ll see me do this from time to time. these dots represent my silence. in this case it was because i wanted to be angry)

Whether it was pride -or- my pride being hurt -or- feeling like they have no right to tell me how to play music since none of them play a lick -or- …pride, i’m not sure. That’s what i felt like. It’s a good thing my many years of experience have afforded me the wisdom (God has afforded me the wisdom through those experiences) to shut my mouth and keep my reaction inward.

Every single suggestions was right. And better than what i think i’m doing. I think i’ll take their suggestions. But it wasn’t easy to get to that conclusion.

But I was challenged in two areas. both areas brought the above reaction out.

1. Prayer

Not so much to pray. because i pray. but to change the way i pray. and that even though i did have a somewhat vibrant life of prayer with God whilst still in the U.S.. but a new country brings a mass of new “spirits” and problems to deal with. This is this is the Honest to God truth here. Though it is a lot of the same stuff i’ve seen before, i can tell the difference in the people and also the television.

It’s worse than Oprah over here! On the teli they show a show on sunday mornings about all the different religions here in South Africa. And there are many. 70% calim to be Christian… or to believe in God… but Cape Town is not a good picture of that. Thank God for Victory Outreach yeah?

On top of that, we live next to a mosque. Good thing i took that most excellent class called “Christianity and Islam in conflict”, otherwise i would not know what to think at all about it.

In fact. Every morning I wake up to the prayer call. Especially since they are in their time of prayer and fasting that they do for forty days called Rammadan. 5 times a day you can here the chant/call to prayer coming from the mosque out into the community. They are the most religious. Here.

Point of Interest: The Muslims pray and fast for 40 days… and nothing happens. People that love Jesus Christ (the one from Nazereth) pray and fast for two or three days and they are empowered with power like none other.

2. Gifting

This has been mostly with my relationship with pastor tim and his allowing me to speak freely with him. it has alot to do with what i am doing, and what i can be doing. prophecy. leading worship and all that stuff.

And to be honest. I’m super tired of just doubting everything and calling it an emotional experience. it really hasn’t gotten me anywhere. And it’s actually making me dislike Music. And music is what God gave me to glorify Him. I just need to stop believing every lie that i’ve been told. not by men, but by the father of lies.

I never really believed it before, but i can see how my mind is tormented by something outside of me. Causing me to doubt and to believe that i am right to doubt all spiritual experience and such. And it’s probably a veil that has been placed over a lot of people in America and over a lot of the people that write books and downplay spiritual experience. What i wanted was balance, but i often found myself unbalanced and on the side that nearly led me to disbelief.

I feel like it’s the same veil that was placed over those Jews that refused to believe that Jesus was the Messiah every time they opened up the Law of Moses to read from it. This is the way Paul explains it in one of his epistles… i think it’s the letter to the Romans… but I have a hard time remembering the exact Details.

My desire is to serve and please God. And i can see that i have been believing a lie about the gifting that i have. So i should let go of it. Not let go of balance, but to truly embrace it and know God in the fulness of Joy that he offers for my life. It is the same for you who read this today.

We also plan at our meetings. This week we planned the month of October. Pastor Tim and I currently have taken charge of the Sunday Night Services. We met in a separate room for about thirty minutes. When asked what kind of ideas i had,  i really had no clue. i was quiet for about the first five minutes of the meeting. but i was able to contribute something, even though i contributed nothing. at least not today. what i had to say could be used in the future. and not necessarily the near future. I was asked what my favorite times in church have been. and i remembered so clearly. i remembered simply being there in euphoria. praying. playing piano singing. nothing had to be said or done. we were with God, and God was with us.

Does anyone remember “The Gathering”? I liked it a bunch. it was really good for the time that i was there. and i am glad at all that i learned while being there. i really learned to play along with a band and not just for myself. it was good. It also gave me a great way to see “church” done well. i had never experienced that before. I offered the “round table” concept. and the short praise and worship set up front… like 7 minutes. and worship at the end for about 30 concept. all stuff that can’t be used now.

i was asked to do something impossible. i felt so overwhelmed. like there was nothing that i could honestly do it anything about. and there really was nothing that i could do about it. so i stayed quiet and listened. And i came out of the meeting more encouraged than when I came in. By the urging and caring of God and my fellow missionaries, it was a better day. It’s hard to believe that God brought me here to be a part of this team. But i’m here, so i guess i better start believing it!

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I spent all of monday at the UTC. They had their “get to know you day”. I was invited for the sole purpose of having fun. which i did. our day consisted of going around and finding a bunch of stuff that we should be taking care of anyway. a scavenger hunt! for instance. we had to find a place to get our laundry done. which i did that earlier that morning. 40 rand gets your laundry done and folded! we had to exchange money, go to the beach build a sand castle. that kind of stuff. the team i was on lost. and one of our tasks was to find something of our favorite color and bring it back. though it was kind of hard to find my color since it’s blue and there are no real natural occurrences of “Sureño Blue”. i found a bottle cap. in trash can. down by the river. well it’s really more of a lagoon. o and we crossed a condemned bridge to get back to the UTC.

And apparently only girls want to separate themselves and go to the UTC. this class, which will last through December, had EIGHT girls from the states! it’s just kinda sad seeing as to how the guys are supposed to be the ones that are all leaderish and stuff. where the “Warriors” @! Represent?

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Weekend.

This past weekend was probably one of the more exciting ones. Though, do not get me wrong, because i have found myself more and more encouraged at every service. However, we did have the LIVE drama called “The Puppet Master”. This drama deals with drugs and gangsterism (as it’s called over here), but that is not the focus, or at least the emphasis of the drama. It has to do more with the family and how the family is torn apart by this “puppet master” which is another name for Satan in this case. It shows how the devil will influence just one in the family towards a life of crime and drugs and somehow end up tearing the entire family up.

it touched my heart.

The whole time i was watching it i couldn’t help but remember spending time with a bunch of families in the churches that i’ve been to and just seeing the same anguish on the mother’s face. the same, “Why is this happening to us?!”. the same cry for help that would grab the heart of anyone’s heart.

It’s so pertinent too! Because out here that’s mostly what i’ve seen. I wrote in an earlier entry that we prayed for “mommy’s” one sunday, but this particular subject continues to unfold in a very profound way. To see how families are torn apart by this lifestyle. People only thinking of themselves and of the money they could make. being driven to say things that they don’t really mean. causing reactions which totally cause chaos!

In fact i heard a story today of something that is almost common out here. So common at least, that they dropped the case in a few months’ time!

There was a family here just last November that had a terrible tragedy happen. The mum attended a church here in Cape Town and son ran off being a drug addict. After many chances and forgiving, the line was crossed. And it’s hard to cross the line here. The family loves you here no matter what state or what you’ve done. Or, so I’m told. But the son, for drug money, has stolen everything that was of value to the mommy one day and ran off. he didn’t return for a long time. And when he did return, he returned as though nothing had happened. After all, it was his mum he was returning to.

she killed her son.

it’s unbelievable right? you think i’m lying or making this up, don’t you? but this is reality. This is what really happens here. They are rare supposedly, but common enough that they are usually dismissed in court. It’s so sad. It makes me want to yell at the top of my lungs asking, “WHY GOD?!”

it’s all the more reason to be here.

Week.

(i went kind of backwards and all around no?)

Last week i got to take a walk around the neighborhood here. it’s probably one of the worst neighborhoods to walk through. Lots of drugs, lots of gangsterism, lots pain, lots of hurt. I walked through those streets. Dirty, littered, shacks for houses, old, unkept buildings.

I had a flashback.

I remembered growing up. I remember walking through the streets as a young boy with my dad looking for a fix. I remembered walking around my towns. the places i used to live. I remembered Salinas and the east side. I remembered the places that i lived. and i thought… “I Lived in the ghetto when i was young!”. It was a sudden realization that i grew up in the same kind of situation. it dawned on me like something i had forgotten as if it were from another time.

I also realized that i feel most at home in the humblest of situations. I feel like i can reach the stars. I feel like i am free to give God every bit of me. I remember now. I remember what it was like not to have enough money to pay the electricity, or to not have a computer, or to have eat just beans and rice for weeks on end, or even cheese and chili soup. that’s all there was in that soup. Praise God for humble circumstances. It hurts, but it is most edifying to feel alive again.