The subdivision behind this house is trying to pick a fight with the people who live here.
They called animal control on EJ's chickens complaining about the 'smell'.
Those people are going down.
I suggested EJ should go out on the lawn and butcher all the chickens right there, throwing their dead carcasses over the fence, to freak those people out.
He refused, in fact, he just hid most of them. They are right now in an undisclosed location.
He kept the hens though. But now, he's received a citation for his hens. He's out of control angry.
Those people over there are not fighting with the right people because we're crazy.
Bekki painted half the house blue one year and then just stopped and left it like that over the winter.
She painted as high as she could reach and then just stopped.
We're not people who care what other people think.
I mean, I did think the paint job on the house looked kind of bad, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to have to help paint.
Those subdivision people are going down.
They are in trouble.
I called the citation officer to see if dead animals were on the list of things we couldn't keep in the yard and the in the driveway.
He said no.
I wonder if I could get a dead cow? I wonder if the chicken coop would hold the weight of a dead cow.
First, I'm gonna get some art supplies, and I'm gonna make me some art.
Then, I'm gonna look into where I can get a large dead animal.
My mom said dead deer are on the list of things that you can't keep on your property.
Which is too bad because my uncle once hung a dead deer from a tree for some reason and it REALLY upset my Grandma.
He eventually took the deer body down, and just left the head, which pissed her off even worse.
Frankly, I found it disturbing myself, so I was glad when he took it down.
But I'd hang the head of a dead animal from a tree in the yard in about a second if I thought it would piss off those subdivision people.
I wonder if I could get a cow's head?
I wonder how much a cow's head costs?
I wonder if I called a local beef farm, if they would sell me a cow's head?
I'm going to have to look into this
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Art work
The town I live in is crummy and rotten. There's no reason to live here at all.
Recently, a whole bunch of subdivisions have been built in the town also, and the subdivision people are causing some problems for the 'long time' residents of the town.
The subdivision people here are kind of obnoxious because most of them came from the city, and they don't understand that this ISN'T the city.
This is supposed to be the country, or at least it was before we became infiltrated with subdivision people.
Anyway, the township recently passed some zoning ordinance that lists all sorts of things you can't keep on your property. Things like old cars, trash, and farm animals are on the list of banned items.
My Grandma got a citation for two cars that she had in her driveway. The cars were well off the road, and sort of parked behind some bushes, so you almost had to walk up the drive to know that they were even there.
My mom called the township to investigate this citation matter, and threatened to shoot the citation officer on behalf of my grandmother.
Six cop cars were sent to her house, and she was given a lecture about giving this citation officer guy death threats because he's had so many of them now.
Bekki and EJ got cited for their chickens, and they are fighting mad. They are hoping to claim that they are a small farm, and so are somehow protected by the 'Right to Farm Act'.
There is a little old lady who lives next door to Bekki and EJ who also keeps chickens. She went down to turn her self in to the citation officer this afternoon, and to tell them that she's getting a lawyer in order to protect her, 'Right To Farm'.
I called the citation officer, just to get some education regarding this new zoning ordinance, and had a very long conversation with him.
I didn't threaten to kill him, that's not my style at all. Instead, I just asked him leading questions that I feel incriminated him.
For instance, I found out that the subdivision people are indeed behind this new ordinance, and that it is a way of shaking money out of people's pockets.
Apparently, were trying to clean ourselves up around here so that we can become more citified.
I asked the guy if 'Art' was on the list of banned things that we can't have out on the lawn, or in the driveway.
He said no, because 'Art' is protected by the constitution.
That's why I'm going into town to get some art supplies today. I already called Bekki and asked her if it would be alright.
She said it was, so I'm totally gonna make me some art for the yard.
I think I might build a giant statue out of wire and boards. Either that, or else some sort of a ghostly scene. I haven't decided yet.
I'm gonna put it up really high, right on top of the chicken coop, so that the people who live in the subdivision behind us can see it really well from their houses.
I plan to write a sign that says something like, "Cite us for this Bitch" and the I'm gonna list the phone number for the citation officer too.
I'm really excited about this. I think it's going to be a good time.
Recently, a whole bunch of subdivisions have been built in the town also, and the subdivision people are causing some problems for the 'long time' residents of the town.
The subdivision people here are kind of obnoxious because most of them came from the city, and they don't understand that this ISN'T the city.
This is supposed to be the country, or at least it was before we became infiltrated with subdivision people.
Anyway, the township recently passed some zoning ordinance that lists all sorts of things you can't keep on your property. Things like old cars, trash, and farm animals are on the list of banned items.
My Grandma got a citation for two cars that she had in her driveway. The cars were well off the road, and sort of parked behind some bushes, so you almost had to walk up the drive to know that they were even there.
My mom called the township to investigate this citation matter, and threatened to shoot the citation officer on behalf of my grandmother.
Six cop cars were sent to her house, and she was given a lecture about giving this citation officer guy death threats because he's had so many of them now.
Bekki and EJ got cited for their chickens, and they are fighting mad. They are hoping to claim that they are a small farm, and so are somehow protected by the 'Right to Farm Act'.
There is a little old lady who lives next door to Bekki and EJ who also keeps chickens. She went down to turn her self in to the citation officer this afternoon, and to tell them that she's getting a lawyer in order to protect her, 'Right To Farm'.
I called the citation officer, just to get some education regarding this new zoning ordinance, and had a very long conversation with him.
I didn't threaten to kill him, that's not my style at all. Instead, I just asked him leading questions that I feel incriminated him.
For instance, I found out that the subdivision people are indeed behind this new ordinance, and that it is a way of shaking money out of people's pockets.
Apparently, were trying to clean ourselves up around here so that we can become more citified.
I asked the guy if 'Art' was on the list of banned things that we can't have out on the lawn, or in the driveway.
He said no, because 'Art' is protected by the constitution.
That's why I'm going into town to get some art supplies today. I already called Bekki and asked her if it would be alright.
She said it was, so I'm totally gonna make me some art for the yard.
I think I might build a giant statue out of wire and boards. Either that, or else some sort of a ghostly scene. I haven't decided yet.
I'm gonna put it up really high, right on top of the chicken coop, so that the people who live in the subdivision behind us can see it really well from their houses.
I plan to write a sign that says something like, "Cite us for this Bitch" and the I'm gonna list the phone number for the citation officer too.
I'm really excited about this. I think it's going to be a good time.
My writing goal had been achieved.
would like to proudly announce that my goal of writing every day for twenty minutes has not only been accomplished, but I have actually succeeded in my goal far beyond my wildest expectations.
I thought posting to a blog and getting some feedback would make me want to write more things, and I was clearly correct.
It's great to get comments, and it makes you want to write more things, just to see if anyone has an opinion on what you've written that day.
In the book, "Writing down the Bones," Natalie Goldberg says to write for twenty minutes about the first thing that pops into your head, not to edit anything, and then just let it go.
This I have faithfully been doing, as you plainly see from my blog.
I don't know if I am getting to be any better of a writer, however, I do have some statistical figures and just regular numbers too, that I have been keeping track of regarding my blog.
For instance, I have made 163 blog posts. I started on May 26 (or so) and without actually figuring anything out, I'd say I've been posting now fairly regularly for the past 68 days—give or take.
This works out to an average of 2.397 blog postings a day.
If I had been working on a writing a book, instead of just posting dumb stuff to a MySpace blog, I'd be well into working on the end of the novel.
At this time, I have also had 2,831 blog views.
How many of those view were actually my own is impossible to say. However, I like to think I'm famous, and that I have a great many readers.
I have also had 109 comments made, and 27 kudos.
While it's true that 27 kudos isn't a whole lot of kudos, it's also true that I can't seem to give myself kudos (I know because I tried) and so therefore I know for a fact that I have had someone read my blog AT LEAST 27 times.
I'm clearly famous now. It's terribly exciting.
Even if I wasn't famous now, though, I'd still be pleased with myself because I really have been faithfully plugging away at my writing practice.
If all the incentive I needed was to have the occasional post where someone said something like, "Why are you so damn weird?" in order to keep me motivated, I feel it's obvious that I must really enjoy writing, and also, I'm easily pleased.
I'd like to thank everyone who ever reads this blog, and also to tell you all individually (I'm pretty sure there might be 4 of you, however, that number fluctuates wildly.) that I think you're nice people, and I appreciate that you are all helping me stay committed to my writing practice, and in keeping the blog hit number up.
I thought posting to a blog and getting some feedback would make me want to write more things, and I was clearly correct.
It's great to get comments, and it makes you want to write more things, just to see if anyone has an opinion on what you've written that day.
In the book, "Writing down the Bones," Natalie Goldberg says to write for twenty minutes about the first thing that pops into your head, not to edit anything, and then just let it go.
This I have faithfully been doing, as you plainly see from my blog.
I don't know if I am getting to be any better of a writer, however, I do have some statistical figures and just regular numbers too, that I have been keeping track of regarding my blog.
For instance, I have made 163 blog posts. I started on May 26 (or so) and without actually figuring anything out, I'd say I've been posting now fairly regularly for the past 68 days—give or take.
This works out to an average of 2.397 blog postings a day.
If I had been working on a writing a book, instead of just posting dumb stuff to a MySpace blog, I'd be well into working on the end of the novel.
At this time, I have also had 2,831 blog views.
How many of those view were actually my own is impossible to say. However, I like to think I'm famous, and that I have a great many readers.
I have also had 109 comments made, and 27 kudos.
While it's true that 27 kudos isn't a whole lot of kudos, it's also true that I can't seem to give myself kudos (I know because I tried) and so therefore I know for a fact that I have had someone read my blog AT LEAST 27 times.
I'm clearly famous now. It's terribly exciting.
Even if I wasn't famous now, though, I'd still be pleased with myself because I really have been faithfully plugging away at my writing practice.
If all the incentive I needed was to have the occasional post where someone said something like, "Why are you so damn weird?" in order to keep me motivated, I feel it's obvious that I must really enjoy writing, and also, I'm easily pleased.
I'd like to thank everyone who ever reads this blog, and also to tell you all individually (I'm pretty sure there might be 4 of you, however, that number fluctuates wildly.) that I think you're nice people, and I appreciate that you are all helping me stay committed to my writing practice, and in keeping the blog hit number up.
What would happen if I was famous?
A question I can't stop turning over in my mind, ever since I saw footage of Britney Spears beating a photographer with an umbrella, is how I myself would react if I were to become famous.
I think of myself as a 'non conformist by accident', meaning, I'm not trying to be a non conforming person, it just happens.
So, it's a good question to ask, "Would I do that too, if I was famous?"
Would I be like all the other famous people, and get all strung out and wasted on drugs?
If I had a million dollars, would I spend it all on cocaine? Would I crash my BMW into a tree? Would I drive the wrong way down the express way because I was high on Black Tar Heroin?
This is a good question, because you never know.
When Britney Spears had that melt down, and shaved her head, and basically wigged out, for a little while she was my hero.
I was hoping she's stop singing that pop music crap she's famous for and become more like Marilyn Mason, or Trent Resner from 'Nine Inch Nails'.
The best thing about people who go crazy like that is they're legitimate. They're not pretending to be unstable. They are unstable, and there's proof. .
Another option that I would have if I was famous, would be to refuse to become all strung out on drugs, and live a clean, normal existence.
I'll bet that if I was famous, I'd be like Matthew McConnaughey. Matthew McConnaughey lives in a camper by the ocean. He drives to different beaches, and parks his camper there so that he can spend his days surfing.
He only does a movie if funds are low. He also very rarely bathes, and drinks a lot of beer.
I think that if I was famous, I too would live in a camper. I'd learn to surf, and park my camper at the beach. I don't think I'd stop bathing though, and I wouldn't drink beer, because that's not my thing.
If I was famous, I'd go hang out with people like Ram Dass, and live in a Ashram in India. Then, I'd go back home to my camper by the beach all enlightened.
It would be great. I'd make one movie a year.
No one would know that I was famous because I'd be all dirty most of the time. No one would ever recognize me at all. I'd be incognito, wearing clothing I made myself, and churning my own butter and living off the land in different state parks.
I'll bet that's how I'd refuse to conform, if I was famous. By being really weird.
I think of myself as a 'non conformist by accident', meaning, I'm not trying to be a non conforming person, it just happens.
So, it's a good question to ask, "Would I do that too, if I was famous?"
Would I be like all the other famous people, and get all strung out and wasted on drugs?
If I had a million dollars, would I spend it all on cocaine? Would I crash my BMW into a tree? Would I drive the wrong way down the express way because I was high on Black Tar Heroin?
This is a good question, because you never know.
When Britney Spears had that melt down, and shaved her head, and basically wigged out, for a little while she was my hero.
I was hoping she's stop singing that pop music crap she's famous for and become more like Marilyn Mason, or Trent Resner from 'Nine Inch Nails'.
The best thing about people who go crazy like that is they're legitimate. They're not pretending to be unstable. They are unstable, and there's proof. .
Another option that I would have if I was famous, would be to refuse to become all strung out on drugs, and live a clean, normal existence.
I'll bet that if I was famous, I'd be like Matthew McConnaughey. Matthew McConnaughey lives in a camper by the ocean. He drives to different beaches, and parks his camper there so that he can spend his days surfing.
He only does a movie if funds are low. He also very rarely bathes, and drinks a lot of beer.
I think that if I was famous, I too would live in a camper. I'd learn to surf, and park my camper at the beach. I don't think I'd stop bathing though, and I wouldn't drink beer, because that's not my thing.
If I was famous, I'd go hang out with people like Ram Dass, and live in a Ashram in India. Then, I'd go back home to my camper by the beach all enlightened.
It would be great. I'd make one movie a year.
No one would know that I was famous because I'd be all dirty most of the time. No one would ever recognize me at all. I'd be incognito, wearing clothing I made myself, and churning my own butter and living off the land in different state parks.
I'll bet that's how I'd refuse to conform, if I was famous. By being really weird.
Reality TV
I don't know how much a like reality TV.
There's this show on now, I think it's on the Discovery Channel, where this guy teaches you how to stay alive if you're ever lost in the woods, or you plane crashes, or something.
I watched one episode of this show, at first, it was fascinating.
This guy was out in the middle of some State Park. It was February, and snow was on the ground.
He started the show off by trying to explain how he was going to build a shelter out of snow. He dug a hole, and then manage to construct a sort of snow fort.
He was cold, but he eventually, he got a fire started, too.
He claimed to be relatively cozy in his snow fort.
The day turned into night, and this guy slept in his snow fort. In the morning, he set out to look for some food. He ate some bugs, if I remember correctly, and drank some snow he managed to melt by the warmth of the fire he's built by the snow fort.
It was getting boring, so I changed the channel.
Another time, I saw this guy on TV, and he was panicking because he was lost in a desert, and was desperately trying to find a certain type of moss so that he could eat it for the nutritional value it would provide him with, and also as a way of getting some water.
I don't really like this show, because the whole time I'm watching it; I can't stop thinking about the camera guy.
You know there has to be a whole team of people standing there right next to the guy while he's freaking out about the fact that he's 'lost'.
There's no way the camera people are lost. I don't believe that for on minute. They probably have some camp site all set up only minutes away.
I'll the bet the camera people take a lunch breaks too. They probably walk off a few hundred feet from the guy who's over there eating bugs, and eat a pizza they just ordered.
No one is really 'lost' on these types of shows, and no one is really that
desperate to 'save' themselves.
It's like that show 'Survivor'. On 'Survivor' those people were supposed to be starving and dirty and trying to keep alive in the wilderness. However, it is a true fact that the camera people and crew weren't having any damn problems at all.
This is why I think I would be really happy if I was a camera guy for a reality TV show.
I think it would be great to stand there and eat a slice of pizza while I filmed some guy who was trying to survive off the land for the fourth day, and had been reduced to eating bugs.
I wouldn't be like, 'Dude, just pretend to eat the bug. Later, I'll give you a piece of pizza. We'll share.'
HELL NO. I'd make him eat the bugs while I sniggered.
It would be the same thing with the contestants on 'Survivor'. They could come over and try to beg me for crackers and stuff, but I wouldn't slip them any food. I'd just be like, 'Back off, fool. Go eat your bugs."
While these people would be sleeping in their snow forts, I'd probably be sleeping in some camper. I'd be watching cable TV and eating popcorn.
I don't know why more people aren't out trying to get jobs for 'Reality' TV shows, I think it would be a great job.
There's this show on now, I think it's on the Discovery Channel, where this guy teaches you how to stay alive if you're ever lost in the woods, or you plane crashes, or something.
I watched one episode of this show, at first, it was fascinating.
This guy was out in the middle of some State Park. It was February, and snow was on the ground.
He started the show off by trying to explain how he was going to build a shelter out of snow. He dug a hole, and then manage to construct a sort of snow fort.
He was cold, but he eventually, he got a fire started, too.
He claimed to be relatively cozy in his snow fort.
The day turned into night, and this guy slept in his snow fort. In the morning, he set out to look for some food. He ate some bugs, if I remember correctly, and drank some snow he managed to melt by the warmth of the fire he's built by the snow fort.
It was getting boring, so I changed the channel.
Another time, I saw this guy on TV, and he was panicking because he was lost in a desert, and was desperately trying to find a certain type of moss so that he could eat it for the nutritional value it would provide him with, and also as a way of getting some water.
I don't really like this show, because the whole time I'm watching it; I can't stop thinking about the camera guy.
You know there has to be a whole team of people standing there right next to the guy while he's freaking out about the fact that he's 'lost'.
There's no way the camera people are lost. I don't believe that for on minute. They probably have some camp site all set up only minutes away.
I'll the bet the camera people take a lunch breaks too. They probably walk off a few hundred feet from the guy who's over there eating bugs, and eat a pizza they just ordered.
No one is really 'lost' on these types of shows, and no one is really that
desperate to 'save' themselves.
It's like that show 'Survivor'. On 'Survivor' those people were supposed to be starving and dirty and trying to keep alive in the wilderness. However, it is a true fact that the camera people and crew weren't having any damn problems at all.
This is why I think I would be really happy if I was a camera guy for a reality TV show.
I think it would be great to stand there and eat a slice of pizza while I filmed some guy who was trying to survive off the land for the fourth day, and had been reduced to eating bugs.
I wouldn't be like, 'Dude, just pretend to eat the bug. Later, I'll give you a piece of pizza. We'll share.'
HELL NO. I'd make him eat the bugs while I sniggered.
It would be the same thing with the contestants on 'Survivor'. They could come over and try to beg me for crackers and stuff, but I wouldn't slip them any food. I'd just be like, 'Back off, fool. Go eat your bugs."
While these people would be sleeping in their snow forts, I'd probably be sleeping in some camper. I'd be watching cable TV and eating popcorn.
I don't know why more people aren't out trying to get jobs for 'Reality' TV shows, I think it would be a great job.
Worst Book Ever
Well, I just read the most horrible train wreck of a book ever written.
This woman kept a diary of her life working in different brothels, and then somehow, she got it published.
I got the book for 50 cents at the discount bookstore, so I guess I should have known it was going to be terrible. Although it's true that I didn't realize at the time that it would also be so disturbing.
I never knew life could be so bad if you worked in a really run down brothel.
For instance, all I knew before about brothels before came from that TV show on Showtime; I think it is, called, 'The Bunny Ranch' or something like that.
I guess the Bunny Ranch is an upscale brothel, and not a run down, nasty brothel.
Brothels can get bad, I guess.
This woman worked in all the run down brothels in Nevada.
The types of brothels this woman worked at were all in little trailers, surrounded by barbwire fencing and set way back in some deserted area.
I guess as a prostitute, you're not really supposed to go into town. So, you have to pay some person to buy you groceries and things. It kind of makes the prostitutes 'shut in', if you know what I mean.
Some brothels will pay for your room and board, but other brothels wont.
I guess it's actually kind of expensive live in some brothels.
This lady worked in all the bad brothels, and also in a few okay brothels, but definitely for sure not in any of the more upscale brothels.
From her diary, it sounded a bit like she was some kind of a captive animal. For instance, every few days or so, they would let the prostitutes out to stand in the yard to get some air.
They were let out for about 20 minutes or so, and then brought right back in.
They weren't supposed to do drugs, and they had a doctor come to the brothel to check the women for sexually transmitted diseases, like, once a week.
It was the worst book I think I've ever read.
The woman in the book says that working in a brothel is much safer than working the streets though, so I guess in some ways, it was a step up for her.
However, since the prostitutes weren't allowed to leave the brothel, she said disturbing things about how she would cut pictures out of the phone book to make pretty posters for her walls. And that she made a dress once out of a string of beads she'd found and an old pillow case.
It was horrible.
The worst part of the whole thing though, I think, was that hookers working in a brothel will sometimes try to get out of paying the Madam by hiding money in certain orifices.
So before they can leave the brothel, they all had to bend over, and be checked to see if they had money stashed in in different parts of their bodies.
I'm not making this up.
The last chapter of the book focused on how hard it was to live outside the brothel. She mentioned like, 60 times that she thought she needed a therapist.
I'm pretty damn sure she needs a therapist too.
I mean, there's gotta be a better job opportunities out there for her. There just has to be.
This woman kept a diary of her life working in different brothels, and then somehow, she got it published.
I got the book for 50 cents at the discount bookstore, so I guess I should have known it was going to be terrible. Although it's true that I didn't realize at the time that it would also be so disturbing.
I never knew life could be so bad if you worked in a really run down brothel.
For instance, all I knew before about brothels before came from that TV show on Showtime; I think it is, called, 'The Bunny Ranch' or something like that.
I guess the Bunny Ranch is an upscale brothel, and not a run down, nasty brothel.
Brothels can get bad, I guess.
This woman worked in all the run down brothels in Nevada.
The types of brothels this woman worked at were all in little trailers, surrounded by barbwire fencing and set way back in some deserted area.
I guess as a prostitute, you're not really supposed to go into town. So, you have to pay some person to buy you groceries and things. It kind of makes the prostitutes 'shut in', if you know what I mean.
Some brothels will pay for your room and board, but other brothels wont.
I guess it's actually kind of expensive live in some brothels.
This lady worked in all the bad brothels, and also in a few okay brothels, but definitely for sure not in any of the more upscale brothels.
From her diary, it sounded a bit like she was some kind of a captive animal. For instance, every few days or so, they would let the prostitutes out to stand in the yard to get some air.
They were let out for about 20 minutes or so, and then brought right back in.
They weren't supposed to do drugs, and they had a doctor come to the brothel to check the women for sexually transmitted diseases, like, once a week.
It was the worst book I think I've ever read.
The woman in the book says that working in a brothel is much safer than working the streets though, so I guess in some ways, it was a step up for her.
However, since the prostitutes weren't allowed to leave the brothel, she said disturbing things about how she would cut pictures out of the phone book to make pretty posters for her walls. And that she made a dress once out of a string of beads she'd found and an old pillow case.
It was horrible.
The worst part of the whole thing though, I think, was that hookers working in a brothel will sometimes try to get out of paying the Madam by hiding money in certain orifices.
So before they can leave the brothel, they all had to bend over, and be checked to see if they had money stashed in in different parts of their bodies.
I'm not making this up.
The last chapter of the book focused on how hard it was to live outside the brothel. She mentioned like, 60 times that she thought she needed a therapist.
I'm pretty damn sure she needs a therapist too.
I mean, there's gotta be a better job opportunities out there for her. There just has to be.
I found Ram Dass on MySpace!
I can't even believe it. I found Ram Dass! He's my MySpace friend! It's amazing!
For people who don't know who Ram Dass is, he's this Stanford trained psychologist who worked at Harvard and did all the fascinating LSD studies with Dr. Timothy Leary.
He spent a ton of his years in research high off LSD.
He even piloted his own plane down to Mexico to buy magic mushrooms .
How cool is that?
He and Leary experimented on subjects to see what the effects of LSD were on humans. Which has to be THE coolest job EVER.
It would be fun to interview people who thought they were like, a glass of orange juice.
Can you imagine telling people what you did for a living, if you were Ram Dass?
"Hi, I work for Harvard. I'm doing some research. It's very important."
"What kinds of research do you do sir?"
"I trip on acid to see what it does to my brain. I'm experimenting on myself. But I also experiment on other people too. I got a grant. It's from the government."
Ram Dass is awesome. Later he was rescued from his chronic drug use by Hindu spiritual masters who introduced him to yoga and mantras and meditation.
He concluded that drugs created false states of enlightenment, and that true enlightenment can only come from meditation and yoga and juice fasts.
I read about that when I was a kid, and so that's the real reason why I never wanted to do drugs.
They claim that if you're enlightened, it's like you're high all the time. But if you do drugs, you create a false state of enlightenment that pulls you closer to God, only to drop you down even further away once you come down from your high.
That's pretty much what Ram Dass says.
Burn out is spiritual death. And that's the truth.
Ram Dass is awesome.
Ram Dass is the coolest guy ever.
To think he is famous for spreading the word about LSD, and later for spreading the word about true enlightenment.
You gotta love Ram Dass.
He was even fired from Harvard for giving psychedelic drugs to undergraduate students.
Who does that? That's awesome.
It would have been cool to know which professor it was you needed to go to in order to get the acid.
Ram Dass is the coolest guy ever.
I sent him a message. He didn't reply back, but I was just like, "You're Ram Dass! You're famous. I read about you! Oh My God! It's Ram Dass!"
For people who don't know who Ram Dass is, he's this Stanford trained psychologist who worked at Harvard and did all the fascinating LSD studies with Dr. Timothy Leary.
He spent a ton of his years in research high off LSD.
He even piloted his own plane down to Mexico to buy magic mushrooms .
How cool is that?
He and Leary experimented on subjects to see what the effects of LSD were on humans. Which has to be THE coolest job EVER.
It would be fun to interview people who thought they were like, a glass of orange juice.
Can you imagine telling people what you did for a living, if you were Ram Dass?
"Hi, I work for Harvard. I'm doing some research. It's very important."
"What kinds of research do you do sir?"
"I trip on acid to see what it does to my brain. I'm experimenting on myself. But I also experiment on other people too. I got a grant. It's from the government."
Ram Dass is awesome. Later he was rescued from his chronic drug use by Hindu spiritual masters who introduced him to yoga and mantras and meditation.
He concluded that drugs created false states of enlightenment, and that true enlightenment can only come from meditation and yoga and juice fasts.
I read about that when I was a kid, and so that's the real reason why I never wanted to do drugs.
They claim that if you're enlightened, it's like you're high all the time. But if you do drugs, you create a false state of enlightenment that pulls you closer to God, only to drop you down even further away once you come down from your high.
That's pretty much what Ram Dass says.
Burn out is spiritual death. And that's the truth.
Ram Dass is awesome.
Ram Dass is the coolest guy ever.
To think he is famous for spreading the word about LSD, and later for spreading the word about true enlightenment.
You gotta love Ram Dass.
He was even fired from Harvard for giving psychedelic drugs to undergraduate students.
Who does that? That's awesome.
It would have been cool to know which professor it was you needed to go to in order to get the acid.
Ram Dass is the coolest guy ever.
I sent him a message. He didn't reply back, but I was just like, "You're Ram Dass! You're famous. I read about you! Oh My God! It's Ram Dass!"
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