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Swingin' Josh
Me with one of my favorite chemicals: an ultra-dry martini. Welcome to my den, my den of opium.

The Drugs

"The prestige of government has undoubtedly been lowered considerably by the Prohibition law. For nothing is more destructive of respect for the government and the law of the land than passing laws which cannot be enforced. It is an open secret that the dangerous increase of crime in this country is closely connected with this."

-- Albert Einstein

Cram it, narc!

I'm going to rip of Justin Hall's site here (and you should check it out... it's what inspired me to do outlandishjosh), because it's just too clever.

Like America's presidents, I've done drugs.

There, that should absolve me of any real guilt I might incur over any revelations here. I wouldn't call myself a "drug person"; they are by no means my reason d'etre, nor a great pastime for me. But I have gotten a lot out of tinkering with my body chemistry over the years. Check out my opinions on stuff I've tried (in no particular order):

Legalize It
On this issue I'm a strict libertine. I've had a number of lively debates with my father about the legality of drugs and how we should interact with them both as individuals and as a society. I find it doubly interesting to debate him because he was an organic chemistry professor. He and I have both seen quite a few people ruin at least part of their lives with addiction or binging, but we end up with differing opinions on what it all means. Read the expanded version.

There are Better Things to Do
I'd also like to note that there are plenty of better things to do than just get fucked up. A question to ask yourself and your consumption, "what is taking this substance in enabling me to put out?" You've got to monitor those inputs and outputs, dig? When it comes down to it, the question is are you ingesting chemicals to have experiences, thoughts and feelings, or to avoid experiences, thoughts and feelings. Tricky. Also, don't forget about your health.

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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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