The busy of life rushes and ebbs. Right now the tide's been low for a week, and I'm still working on a depression time diet, and expecting necessity to find the balance of work and play. Anyone want to find some adventure? Also, anyone want to help me with graphic design for a cool website project that ought to make money later on?
Mmmm, *wonderful* party Saturday night (and much of Sunday). It was great seeing anastasia1 and a_c_i_d. I felt horrible for a_c_i_d, who tried in a dozen ways to express the party's id, and the party would have none of it (girlygothic was particularly relentless). I also had a good time hosting the Rocky party last week, and I’ll do it again in a couple months.
The rest of this post deals in drugs (I know I have family members around, and they're welcome to stay onboard, but I wanted to give fair warning). I could sing books-worth of praise for the many fine experiences, perspectives, and understandings that I've found through drugs. And I'd happily post pieces of that praise if anyone wants, but I have more current topics.
About two weeks ago, I got some mushrooms from a friend, and had a great trip filled with anthropological thinks, about American culture's use of drugs and the mechanics of "drug exploration", and how we live compared to how we think we live.
I took the mushrooms at an independent living group of MIT's in Boston with a long history of drugs, engineering, and craziness. The first room I was in had a built-in music-synced lights show and couches hanging on chains. I ended up sleeping on a room-sized suspended fishing net with internet-controlled lighting and a tradition of nudity. Claudia might live there next semester for free, at the top of a musical staircase filled with glowing murals, in a room that opens onto the roof.
And my apartment's walls are still white. In our world, anything is possible given the right connection (or the wrong connection and the right price). So why do our huts look like Mr. Potatohead, with a mass-produced home life of interchangeable parts, cluttered by the debris of our consumerism? Money obscures the possibilities of life: it is the great hammer with which everything looks like a nail, setting the cost of life just beyond our capacity, at a time when the possibilities of people-in-connection are unfathomably great.
I recently acquired a pill of MDA, which is sort of a cross between ecstasy, speed, and a psychedelic. Where you feel the connections between yourself and others on ecstasy, you sense them and ideate on them with MDA. I'm really looking forward to trying it. But it's a social drug, so I think I want to take it at a Rocky party. I've never tried MDA or MDMA (ecstacy) before, and I don't know how I'll react, and I don't know if it's fair to exercise that uncertainty around people some of whom wouldn't know or understand.