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The Sky Opens

It’s June 30. 7PM as I write this. Or 19:00… what-fucking-ever. It’s been an unusually hot and sweaty day…

Hear that rumbling in the sky, Denmark?

That’s our good dead friend Mr. Kierkegaard coming back to the land of the living.

He is going to be joining our neophyte porn company.

His position? Chief Dead Existentialist. Every company needs one of those.

Nobody Gave Him A Chance in 1849

Only a dead man can dominate the situation in Denmark. Licentiousness, envy, gossip, and mediocrity are everywhere supreme. Were I to die now the effect of my life would be exceptional; much of what I have simply jotted down carelessly in the Journals would become of great importance and have a great effect; for then people would have grown reconciled to me and would be able to grant me what was, and is, my right.
– Søren Kierkegaard, 1849

Wow was he right.

But times are different now. We aren’t so hostile toward new ideas or new ways of thinking. In fact, we invite them; or at least the smart people and the creative people and the conscious people do.

Anyway, you get to go another round, Søren.

This time there’ll be much more hedonism involved. That much is sure.

The End of June

Ray and I agreed that we would take the month of June easy.

Brainstorm. Think of every possible idea. Look at even the most basic concepts in a new way. Unwind in a different environment.

I was making coffee when Ray stumbled out of his room this morning.

Coffee?

Yeah.

Ray opened the fridge, browsed, shut it.

Do we have any hash left?

We didn’t have any hash left and I told him so. In consolation he could have the last piece of CHOKOLADE KAGE if he wanted it. Chocolate cake for breakfast just like Bill Cosby makes for his kids…

And anyway it was time for us to get going. It was time to start the project. No more messing around.

Time to really begin the next chapter of our lives. Time to Yell Fire! Time to do something god-damn important! I was beginning to psych myself up…

Are you with me, morning boy? Are you with me?

He was with me. I explained that he should take the day lightly. Rest. De-tox. Whatever. Just stay here and sober up so we can look at the plan with fresh eyes tomorrow.

I was going for a walk and then I was going to write.

Hey Ray… Stay off the hash for a while, OK?

OK. You too, right?

Right.

Walking in Copenhagen

I walked.

I walked down to Christania and it was really crowded because the Roskilde Festival was beginning and I went to our usual dealer’s stand to buy a super-hash joint.

Some new dude was manning the stand.

You want the small one for fifty kroner?

Or this one for eighty…

Another dude standing with his back to us turns around and it is one of the normal dealers and he recognizes me and I look at him and shrug and he looks at the new-dude dealer and then hands me the super-hash joint that normally costs 120 kroner but we get them for the 100 kroner ‘cuz we’re such fucking good customers.

I walked. Smoked. Thought. Wondered if Ray would show up.

I like to do some intense cleaning every six months or so.

Clean things up. Decide what is worth keeping and put it in its place. And, most importantly, throw shit away. Or give it away. Or sell it on Craigslist.

Throwing stuff away sometimes comes back to haunt me months later when I realize it would be convenient to have the shit I threw away… but still I am happier to have erred on the side of minimal living. No George-Carlin-style ridiculousness for me.

Reinstalling

I do this when it comes to computers too. Every 6-12 months I must reinstall the fucking operating system, even though I use a relatively crap-free Mac.

Like with the house, the computers must be cleaned up. A fresh start must be made. The old programs that are no longer used must be dispensed with, not to be installed again.

This isn’t for disk space. Nor is the larger scheme of house-and-life cleaning for the freeing up of physical space. Rather, all of this is for mental space.

And As For The Marijuana…

Lately I’ve really come to appreciate this even more. That is because I’ve been smokin’ pot!

Not a lot of pot. I’ve tried it about 10 times. The last 5 or so times I actually got high. The first few times didn’t do it for me.

When I was high I was able to detach from the concepts I had built up in my mind. I could see the conceptual framework of my whole existence like an impartial third-party observer.

I realized that it is unhelpful to be attached (in the Buddhist sense of “attachment”) to this whole conceptual understanding I had built up. The concepts might not accord with reality. Or they might have outlived their usefulness. Either way, they gotta go.

Incidentally, I recommend smoking marijuana to anybody. Get high at least a few times. For me it’s been one of the best things I’ve ever pursued in my life.

Fuck Your Mind With A Chainsaw

That’s what I’m doing right now. “Fuck it with a chainsaw” is my mantra. A spring-cleaning of the concepts in my mind. Search and destroy the preconceptions and outdated notions. Reinstall my mental operating system.

Start anew with things fresh and clean. Just the OS and it runs fucking fast. No fucking mental DivX trialware that you can’t fucking uninstall. And I will add programs– those mental concepts– only as they are needed, and only in their most optimized form, compiled especially for my fucking mental hardware like fucking Gentoo.

A New Porsche Won’t Save You!

The shit will accumulate in your house and on your disk and in your mind no matter what. Much better to consciously and mindfully clean it up than to let it sneak up on you.

I think most people don’t do this and then their whole conceptual understanding of the world eventually becomes too much to bear… and then it crashes down in the form of a “midlife crisis” or mental breakdown.

So why not have a mental breakdown every six months or so– but on your own terms and in a way that you drive with direct, conscious effort??

You Can Try This At Home…

Tell your wife right now that you’re scheduling a mental breakdown for next weekend and you’re gonna get some 420 in the meantime… and that your YOU FUCKING ARE gonna also need about a gallon of PineSol and a fucking mop and a bucket and some rags and a set of OS installation disks.

I recommend you send the kids to a babysitter.

(via Big Fun)

POSTSCRiPt… fvrooom high land… No cocaine for Sherman McCoy this New Year’s Day…. but as for some POT, that is a different story. 3 days worth but it’s now noon on the 3rd and I’ve used it all up. I started this post from hIgHland and wanted to make it a little note back from the other side. I have this deep desire to send back messages…. but just then I was like in side the laptop screen and looking out of it and seeing the text i am writing here in the wordpress admin from the other side like a mirror image… oh so I am coming off of it now… end of day #3… oh soi soy sauce! HA! You will think that’s funny. OK i be updatin’ more porn when I come down… Where’s the fucking candy fucking bar??? GODDAMMIT! BBuuuyyyee.

This afternoon I was bumbling around my Copenhagen apartment, pondering life and existence. Thinking about this. And about that.

I came to the conclusion that it was too much thinking. I needed to kill some brain cells. Alcohol was an option. My fridge is stocked full of Prince Charles’s Select Ale, which I still regard as the best beer in the world.

But for a while now, I’ve intended to go and buy some pot. I’m no marijuana connoisseur– I’m more interested in the right to smoke it than actually doing so. But I was curious as to how buying it in Denmark would compare to getting hold of it in California, especially since California’s effective legalization of it… for HAHAHA “medicinal purposes” HAHAHA.

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Last week the New York Times ran an article about salvia, the hallucinogenic herb. Some youyous like this dude have posted videos of their trippie experiences to YouTube.

Is it harmful? According to the NYTimes article:

Though research is young and little is known about long-term effects, there are no studies suggesting that salvia is addictive or its users prone to overdose or abuse. Indeed, a salvia experience can be so intense, and at times so unsettling, that many try it just once, and even devotees use it sparingly.

Reports of salvia-related emergency room admissions are virtually nonexistent, likely because its effects typically vanish in just a few minutes.

But politicians are still lining up to ban it:

In state after state, however, including here in Texas, the YouTube videos have become Exhibit A in legislative efforts to regulate salvia. This year, Florida made possession or sale a felony punishable by 15 years in prison. California took a gentler approach by making it a misdemeanor to sell or distribute to minors.

“When you see it, well, it sure makes a believer out of you,” said Representative Charles Anderson of Waco, a Republican state lawmaker who is sponsoring one of several bills to ban salvia in Texas.

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At a legislative hearing near Dallas in August, Mr. Anderson argued that by not banning salvia, governments were communicating that it is benign. He noted that Internet purveyors advise that salvia should be used only with a “sober sitter,” and said its legal status might encourage experimentation among some who would never consider a back-alley drug deal.

That last bit is the worst type of political nonsense. He thinks that if the government doesn’t ban something, it is implicitly endorsing it! No room left for human judgment. No room left for people to make up their own mind.

That’s some scary thinking.

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