Other Business

All right, I didn't just come to brag about my delicious weed. There are a few other things to talk about and questions to answer.

Smash--you wanted to know about Christmas. New Years' was much more crazy and fun but I already posted about that. All that happened on christmas was eating fondu with my german relatives and drinking 8 bottles of wine between 6 people. We were all incredibly drunk but for some reason felt fine the next day. It must have been miracle wine.

Luke--I do read the Blog although I haven't been reading as frequently in recent times. I don't think you should call your system Social Capitalism. That sounds like a combination of 2 bad systems as opposed to a new, better system. I want details of your business plans when I get back, as I may definitely be interested in working with you if your plans intrigue me. I wouldn't mind taking some psychology and poli-sci classes, but I probably won't be able to next year as I've still got dozens of philosophy credits to pick up to complete my major.

Also, please keep me updated on any news about housing. What are the plans for next year at Autum Lane? What's the deal with the plan for a 3-person house? Let me know what's going on as I really need a place to stay when I get back or I'll be forced to commute 45 minutes to school next semester, which I'd really rather not do.
And does anyone know where my video games are? I've asked this before but nobody answered. Even if you don't want to send them, just let me know if you have them.

That's about it. God bless America! Support our troops! And don't mess with Texas!

The Poo

HOLLA at my Blunt-Buddy SmAshTaSTiCaL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Smash: Thanks for hollering at me. I really needed it. I'd thought that all of you would have forgotten about me by now. I never expected that me and my homer simpson slippers would be missed by anyone. But yeah, thanks for the blunts being smoked in my honor.

I have a story for you: I told you all my new years' resolution would be to drink less and smoke more. Well, I had a hell of a time making this work. My first plan was to find a Turk on the street and buy some hashish. Two weeks ago I went out on Thursday night to drink with my friends. One of them, Khristian from Wisconsin, frequently manages to find hash and he's smoked it with us a couple of times. He found a Turkish food-stand where the people sell hash, and on the way back we stopped there and I had to ask them for it. But the guy there said he didn't have anything and he didn't know where it could be found. As if I was a cop or something. Khristian was talking to the guy at the turkish food-stand next to that one and he seemed to have some hash to sell, but when I asked for 10 grams they laughed and he told me they didn't have anything and I'd have to look for some other Turkish guy who could be anywhere. I later found out that 10 grams is the limit for how much weed you can have before being arrested, so I shouldn't have asked for so much.

So the next day was Friday and I left at evening to rome the city in search of some random turksh drug-dealer. I wandered around wearing my Amsterdam hat and making eye contact with every Turk I saw. After an hour and a half a guy spotted me in a subway station and asked me in german if I was looking for something. I told him in german that I was looking for about 5 grams of hash and he told me to come with him. When he discovered I was American he started talking to me in English and he lead me out of the subway station and through a bunch of back alleys until he found a nearly deserted spot and told me to wait there for five minutes. I was all sketched out but determined to get this stuff. After at least 10 minutes he came back and told me he only had 6 grams and he could sell them for 30 Euros. But I only had 20s so I gave him 40, he handed me a bag and told me to go in the oppostie direction.
When I got back I attempted to smoke what he'd given me but didn't get high. When my friends came over to check it out they confirmed my suspicions: I had bought a bunch of rocks. 6 grams of pure minerals. No THC involved. Fucking rocks.

So a few nights later I was drinking with the germans in my kitchen and one of the Romanian kids was talking about "kiffen" which means "to smoke weed" and I took the opening to mention how I'd bought a bunch of rocks which some turkish guy told me was hash. I even showed the rocks to them. The romanian guy said it was a bad idea to just look for random drug dealers, and if I wanted he could call his friend and ask for some weed for me. Not even hash, actual smokables which he said were very good. He smoked almost every day apparently and this stuff even got him really high. I couldn't believe my luck.

It took a few days, but eventually I gave him 50 Euros and he met his friend at a party and picked up a mix of weed and hash, which he gave to me this past Friday. Before I even had a chance to smoke it, just a couple hours later, he came back with a friend of his to buy back 5 Euros worth of the weed.

And that night I rolled a bunch of it into a joint and smoked it to the face. Victory. Finally after all these months I finally found actual weed in Frankfurt. And it was delicious. Not only that, it was the MOST MOTHAFUCKING POO-TASTIC SUPER-POO I have ever smoked!!!! I shouldn't have smoked a whole joint of it. I got so high that I couldn't even move. I couldn't even sit up straight. I just lied down and listened to music and had a near out-of-body experience. I hadn't been expecting anything great, but this stuff was even better than the stuff we'd smoked in AMSTERDAM. I was seriously fucked up for a good five hours.

Later that night two friends came over to "sample" the stuff. We split a really tiny bowl between three people and were blazed out of our minds for a good two hours. I mean, whatever your definition of "super-poo" is, this stuff would probably make it seem like the worst kind of schwag. Yesterday I packed a bowl in the morning and taking a hit or two every couple hours it lasted the whole day, and by the time I went to sleep I was so fucking burnt I couldn't find the handle on my door.

Moral of the story: Good things come to those who wait. Don't buy hash from random Turks you meet in subway stations. Weed is good.

I'd smoke a blunt of this stuff but it would probably kill me. Tonight I'll smoke a spliff in honor of Autumn Leezy!!!

Philosoblog

Wow, so the blog takes a turn for the deep now, eh? Kem's always down with that. I'll share my thoughts in a minute. First a few minor things.

1- It's 2005, bitches! My new years' resolution: less beer, more pot! After this past week of heavy beer drinking every day, (including...of course...Das Schwarze) I don't even want to look at another beer for at least a week, no matter how delicious it is over here. I'll be replacing it with wine, which is so ridiculously cheap here you get everyone in the city drunk for about a thousand Euros. As for mary-jane, I've formulated a plan. Wait until really late, like midnight or so, then rome the city streets in search of Turks. There are plenty of them out there who are just dying to sell me some hash, but they don't know I exist. They come out late at night, and my problem is I'm rarely out late at night. But one night this week I'm going. Hopefully one of my friends will decide to come with me and share in the spoils.

2- New Years' Eve. Craig spent it in NYC which of course is very cool, but no where near as cool as my new year's eve. You can have your dinky little ball with lights. I was in the center of the city of Karlsruhe, in the midst of thousands of rowdy drunken Germans shooting off fireworks. Apparently it's very legal to be in possession of large amounts of explosives in Germany and to set them off ANYWHERE. In the middle of the street, from the window of a building, in the middle of large crowds of people, in somebody's kitchen...it doesn't matter. Apparently it's a tradition, to scare away the ghosts or something. The guy who explained it to me was drunk and so was I so I don't remember it very clearly. But yes, for over an hour people just shot rockets into the air and threw fireworks at each other, until exactly midnight when THE ENTIRE CITY EXPLODED!!! It was madness, people. Walking around with an open container of alcohol in one hand and explosive rockets in the other, the police just driving by completely indifferent. Madness.

3- Taking over the world. I'm down. Luke, you take the western hemisphere. I'll take the east cause I'm closer. Victor Yuschenko's sister actually lives right next to me, so I've already got a food behind the iron curtain.

4- ATHF. I appreciate it, Craig, but I've got no way to play DVDs or even copy cds, so unfortunately I can't take your gift so don't waste the money to send it. I'll be happy to take it when I get back though. For now I can watch ATHF and many other quality shows on Internet TV, which I subscribe to and for only $5 a month (american money) I can watch all the Family Guy, Futurama, Sealab, ATHF, Home Movies, Upright Citizens Brigade and Curb Your Enthusiasm I want (as well as some other crappy shows).

5- X-mas presents. I hope you guys got my package. If not, blow up the Ewing post office. Please. I haven't got anything from you guys yet, but if you haven't sent anything, good. Because my mom recently sent me my Nintendo 64 and I'm missing a great deal of games. Then I remembered I brought a bunch to Autumn last year and completely forgot about them. If any of you know the whereabouts of Super Smash Brothers, Mario Kart, Waverace, Pilot Wings, or Cruisin' World, I would be overwhelmingly appreciative of you sending those to me. I'll gladly re-imburse you for the cost of shipping and as a further token of my appreciateion you can have my first-born son.

And that's it. Now as to this Blogosophy I must say that I agree completely with Craig. And Luke, I never knew or even suspected you for a devout Christian. I was once a devout christian but as I grew I realised that the universe is far greater and more complex than the human mind can fathom, and if the Bible is the begin-all and end-all of Absolute Truth then the world is a very special place indeed. I think Jesus was a great man, and quite possible he did have a much deeper connection to the realm beyond "reality" than most of us. But as for being the Son of God, and as for man being made in God's image, I don't believe that. Nor do I believe that there's a heaven and hell and the only way to heaven is to believe in Jesus. I think religion is great for some people but it's also very bad when used as a method of gaining and maintaining POWER. And as we all know, Christianity only became the major religion when Emperor Constantine decide in A.D. 316 that it would be beneficial for the roman empire to take Christianity as the official religion. Then a bunch of priests got together and decided with of Jesus's teaching should be put in the bible, what he actually meant anyway by "love thy neighbor", and how they could invent concepts like purgatory and whatnot in order to bring more revenue to the church. And let's not forget all those crusades and inquisitions. So in short: region-bad, faith-good. It's good to believe in a higher power but not necessarily according to the strict rules and interpretations laid out by religion. And if you don't want to believe in a higher power, that's all well and good too, as long as you don't draw the conclusion that it's ok to steal and kill and rape just because there's no threat of eternal damnation. I think there's definitely more to life than what we experience through our senses, and there is a God in that all things are connected through One great thing, but this thing looks at us with indifference and doesn't judge us. We judge ourselves.

In Amsterdam I had the following revelation: that God is our consciousness. Not our brains or the voice in our heads, but merely the awareness of ourselves which exists simultaneously in all sentient beings, human, animal, vegetable or perhaps even mineral. The voice in our heads is merely our brain telling God what it thinks is going on. So ponder that for awhile the next time you are searching for a state of wa.

And beware of you karma. Because that does exist, spiritual realm or not. If you fuck people over, eventually you're going to get fucked over as well.

I could go on for pages and pages and talk of the afterlife and how you go where you believe you'll go (if you believe in heaven or hell you'll go to one or the other, if you believe in reincarnation you'll be reincarnated, or if you believe in nothing you'll be floating in nothingness until you realise it's time to do something again) but I'm tired and none of you want to read 400-page preachy blogs. I'm merely sharing my beliefs which all of you should do because not enough people talk about these things. People talk about sex, drugs, other people, politics, shopping, home decorating, food, etc. but rarely does anybody actually talk about LIFE or what it's about. And what could be more important?

But anyway, enough for today. Happy New Year, people.