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But unless they lied, I doubt one could forget getting a fucking 50 g sample of DOM.
That's my point. There was no 'they'. The only person who remembered the 50 grams is Tim Scully, when he was 76 years old. Nearly 60 years after the fact. He had given numerous interviews when he was younger and never once mentioned the 50 gram sample. When it was closer to the events and he was sharper-minded. He tells different versions of the dosage and the sequence of events over the years. Nearly every time he's been interviewed. Early on his stories synched more with Stanley and Sands' versions. I believe this makes him an unreliable witness.

It doesn't necessary mean he's lying, although it's possible. It's been tested many times, how memories start to change as soon as an event occurs. Over time it becomes more and more distorted. It's certainly happened to me. I've been so convinced I've started yelling and insulting the person who was contradicting me with their own version. Then I was embarassed when it turned out I was wrong. This has a lot to do with how our brains simplify information to save space.

I was getting annoyed at that point because I'd invested so much time reading and re-reading, not just the article but other sources, finding more sources, writing and editing and deleting and re-writing my post. In the end I couldn't find any other references to the 50 grams. That's when I started getting a headache. I have a great deal of respect and admiration for Mathew Baggot, Paul F Daily and Keeper Trout and the researcha and work they are doing. They lend a geat deal of legitimacy to the conclusions of the articles and have access to Shulgin's files.

However they're not journalists. They have their own agenda. Building the legend, legacy, and fame of the 1st generation of psychedelic chemists, keeping them in the news and in the public's consciousness. They need interest and media attention to raise money to keep their labs open and to do the critically important research they are doing. Preserving The Farm and Shulgin's notes is a monumental undertaking and I know they're perpetually short on funds. The Farm should be a National Historical Landmark and Shulgin's Notes should be preserved as a part of the heritage of the American people. All of us should lend assistance to them one way or another if we are able.

This all has me wondering how critically they examined Scully's claims, especially compared to his statements in the past. I question why they weren't skeptical about the amount of DOM being enough for the boys to be distributing it on both coasts two months before the big party. Enough that some was seized by the DEA, Stanley was running tests in NY, there was quite a bit of it on the streets of San Francisco. Enough that an underground newspaper was writing about how the stuff was more potent and longer lasting over a month and a half before the solstice party. There's no way they would have enough left to dose as many people as they claimed they did and the records show.

The consequences for Sulgin if he was caught giving 50 grams of a substance basically belonging to DOW chemical should be explored. I don't believe Shulgin was that reckless. He would have lost everything. The Farm, his lab, his marriage, his feedom, his chemisty license. He would never work as a chemist again and would be sent to prison for spilling industrial secrets. DOW was contracted by the military. There was no reason to give them a sample anyway if they had notes to figure out the synthesis. No reason to take the risk.

I'll play the Devil's advocate, walk it back and say humans are all individuals. Despite all this there's a tiny possibility, I mean very tiny in my mind, that Shulgin did give Scully the sample. Humans are unpredictable and sometimes they don't need a reason to do something. Maybe everyone kept quiet to protect Shulgin's ass. It wasn't necessary after the books were published and especially not necessary after 2010 but still, nobody likes snitches.

Speaking of snitches there were certainly lots of them in the Bay Area in '66 and '67. The police were so out of touch with the people using the substances beatings and the threat of prison time. Along with payouts, using unlawful tactics, and grudges were the only real tool the police had for getting busts. Shulgin would have been very wary of Stanley's crew now that they were dipping their toes in law breaking. I believe he would have kept his contact to a minimum.

There is a claim in the articles that Shulgin and Stanley chose DOM because it was a substituted amphetamine. They thought it had potential to wean the speed freaks off meth. I don't find this likely, they couldn't be that naive. It's another oddball conclusion wrapped in the oddballness of the entire story. So oddball it may even be true.

An investgator could possibly get close to the truth even today. They'd have to have an open mind, clear it of bias. The 1st thing I'd investigate is other possible sources. Who attended Shulgin's public presentation. How public were Shulgin's records on synthesis, testing, etc. Quite a few people knew about the stuff at DOW and some of the other universities. Did Shulgin leave records at San Fran University, Berekley, John Hopkins, or any other institutions. Security was much more lax. There were counterculture folk had infiltrated all the major universities.

How did Shulgin know Stanley and the other chemists? When were they introduced. They didn't seem like good friends. Perhaps Stanley sent Shulgin a letter. Shulgin agrees that a legal source of psychedelics is needed. Writes him back. Go to University Y, department X. Talk to Glib Talkey, ask him about DOM. He'll set you up.

All it would take is a couple phone calls or a bit of mail corresponse. That's how Shulgin communicated, that's how everyone communicated then. All it would take is a few exchanges of letters between Shulgin and Scully or Owsley or a 3rd party and it's all set. I'm fairly certain that's what happened.

Then there's a conspiracy theory idea, that a collegue of Shulgin pretended to be Shulgin. Had access to DOM info and hooked the boys up. Seems plausible and there's no reason for the boys to think they hadn't dealt with Stanley. This mysterious collegue could have even sent Scully the DOM by mail, although I think that part of the story is less likely for reasons I've stated.

Stanley had a huge network of customers, workers, musicians, college students, friends, admirers, suppliers. Any of them could have been in the right place at the right time to learn about DOM and get a recipe to Stanley.

DOW and the FDA did an investigation and didnt' find Shulgin involved. Not that compelling but it's evidence. Shulgin had plenty of enemies in LEO, some at very high levels. I imagine some did digging of their own and came up short. More compelling but still not proof.

This is one of those mysteries, probably unsolveable like a lot of other 60s cultural events. When I was in high school a friend got into the jfk assassination. I got interested and dug through it. I don't want to debate that now, get into it, but now it's onorthodox to say that Oswald did it. The public overwhelmingly believes the conspiracy. Most don't know anything about it except that the government covered it up. It's culturally accepted as a fact.

Doing my own analysis I have to conclude it's most likely that Oswald was the killer. I know, back and to the left... The most interesting tidbit I've found out. That most people don't know. Is that the conspiracy theory was originally started in the mid 60s by the KGB to cause the US public to lose faith in it's government. I find this very interesting because of how well it worked. Before the JKF assassination Americans trusted their government. I believe the most likely conspiracist, if that's what it was, was the KGB.

It's possible Oswald acted alone on the orders of the KGB because they thought Kennedy was too unpredictable. Maybe that's what Oswald meant wen he called himself a 'patsy'. He certainly was 'helping' the commies. One thing that is a myth is that Kennedy was going to stop the Vietnam War. He was big on geographically isolating the communists and was already pouring gasoline on the fire. However maybe he would have taken LSD and stopped the Drug War? Were ifs and buts candy and nuts...

I wanted to post another Holy Modal Rounder song in the 'music' section. There were rounder posts, unfortunately all were 10 years old or older. Someone even posted 'Hippies call it STP' when Sasha Shulgin died. Cool. But there were no recent appropriate threads, I guess the old hippies that listened to folk music died off and tastes have changed.

So I'll post this song here because it's on topic with secrets, conspiracies, and the Novacops. A real favorite of mine. Funny, clever lyrics.



On the phenethylamine theme here's a song originally titled 'Intersoullular Blues'. The producers thought they'd be clever and call it 'The Radar Song', recorded 1967. For some reason these 'cool' turned on producers kept changing the names of rounder songs to 'The'. Followed by a noun. Then the word 'Song'. So the song the rounders named 'Do you want to be a bird' became 'the bird song'. 'Hippies call it stp' became 'the stp song'. The band hated it but by the time they noticed the records were already printed. That's what happens when you take LSD for a toothache or stay up for a week on meth instead of making sure the producers don't fuck up your album..

This song was written by the amazing freak folk musician Michael Hurley who died at the age of 84 (I think) a couple weeks ago. I attended a couple of his shows last year, they were fantastic despite his age. The story goes Hurley and a couple of future rounders (Robin Remaily and Steve Weber) when they were in their late teens around 1960, 61 maybe? Took a lot of mescaline and were singing and writing the song while walking though an old train tunnel in Phildelphia. At 2am. Hurley had recently broken up with a girlfriend and was considering shipping out with the Navy in the morning.

WARNING: it's a bad song unless you've tripped a lot in your life or you're tripping on mescaline or another powerful phenethylamine. Or maybe DiPT or certain other tryptamines. Then it's very interesting.

It's way, way ahead of it's time. No one else was experimenting with this kind of music. And not many with those kind of drugs yet. Even Shulgin was just getting started.

 
Funny that a mountain cave was mentioned in these tales. While just coincidence, there was a man made mountain cave at Nick Sands' neighbor's house back in 2017, one that no one but the owner is allowed into. As far as I know, the only drugs inside are perfectly legal methylxanthines and maybe the odd bottle of wine.
 
Of course I only meant to write a couple quick comments here and once again it quickly got out of hand. I use a desktop and a keyboard, not a phone to type. I used to do bookwork for my grandma's business. I can still type 70 words a minute with minimum mistakes once I'm used to a particular keyboard. I enjoy writing. I like talking too but you can't edit and re-think, re-arrange and erase your speach. You also can't add links. Maybe someday once we all get joined by Musky's neural K net brain link. I should write a trip report about K and my loss of ego trip.

Holy wall of text Batman! ^^

Very cool looks like you found the beekeeping thread. You inspired me! Here's a link to a thread I started if anyone else is interested in beekeeping.


My posts are certainly too long but they're not a 'wall of text'. Since there's a new paragraph every few sentences. A wall of text i s literally a wall of writing with no breaks. Making it impossible to read. If you look away for a moment and look back you'll never find your place again. It literally looks like a giant wall. If you think the last one was a wall of text stop right here and skip down to the music at the bottom.

Just realized I had a weird dream about very nearly gross dream about Weber and his 'hoop snake' performance, very unusual for me. I don't dream about people I don't know, especially doing that type of performance. I'll explain what the hoop snake is because it's one of Pecos Bill's stories and plays a part of American folklore. No doubt it symbolizes something to the peyote people, maybe or maybe not similar to the Greeks viewed Ouroboros. I believe it traces back to the 18th century, couldn't have been created before the Europeans and their wheels but you never know.

The story goes the hoop snake grabs it's tail with it's mouth. Then it quickly rolls away. It's usually a harmless snake like a gopher snake I believe. At performances of the Holy Moly Rounders, Weber would claim through stretching and special yogic training he could perform his own version of the 'hoop snake'. If he was wasted enough he would attempt to recruit a volunteer from the audience to assist him. Preferrably a pretty young maiden. Then he would try to blow himself. His own selfish version of the hoop snake. Since they were a 'jam band' type act a group of young men would follow them around and chant, 'hoop! hoop! hoop! hoop!'

Funny that a mountain cave was mentioned in these tales. While just coincidence, there was a man made mountain cave at Nick Sands' neighbor's house back in 2017, one that no one but the owner is allowed into. As far as I know, the only drugs inside are perfectly legal methylxanthines and maybe the odd bottle of wine.
Funny you mention mountain labs because I just watched one of Hamilton Morris' stories about a lab built into a volcano. Inactive of course. I used the vimeo version for the 2nd link because it's free. I'm broke, no money to pay youtube or vice to watch. I'd maybe pay it to support Hamilton's work but i really hate paywalls.





I suppose since I've mentioned the Holy Modal Rounders again I better continue my tradition of ending my long meandering walls of text with Rounder songs. Since they're the 2nd greatest band of all time and have never had more than 500 fans at any one time. They are the definition of a cult band. Here is a song from their legendary (for freak folk fans) 1964 album that is the first mention of the word psychedelic in music. Historically significant for nobody but me and one or two other freaks.



One should do for now but I got to add one more song I'm in the mood for. Has anyone heard of the legendary band The Fugs? Now I have to add a third song in case no one has heard of The Fugs. They were formed in 1964 by Tuli Kupferburg and Ed Saunders with Ken Weaver playing drums. Weber and Peter Stampfel were also original members, the only actual musicians and they didn't last long. Weber was fired because he fell asleep using his guitar case as a pillow at a gig.

Not the best thing from a musical standpoint but their songs about drugs, sex, politics are brilliant. The FBI had a file on them that called them "the most vulgar thing the human mind could possibly conceive". Tuli and Ed basically invented the Counter Culture out of the Beatnik movement in the late 50s/early 60s. Coca cola douche is one of the better satires of advertising I've heard.

I'll post 'Couldn't get High' because of the terrifying implications. The album version is slightly more polished but this version gives you a look at their personalities. It's more psychedelic and crazy and contains a reference to STP which is the justification for it being here.



And finally we have the HMR masterwork 'Mobile Line' from the infamous album 'The Moray Eels eat the Holy Modal Rounders'. Once again the tweaker producers changed the name of the song. The true name of the song is “Mobile Line Gonna Carry Me Away from the Curse of the Bullfrog Blues.” It's a combo of two old blues songs. One is called 'Mobile Line' the other 'Bullfrog Blues'. The version of Bullfrog Blues by Canned Heat kicks ass. I'd post a link but you can find it. Or maybe I can find it and post it another time.

In my opinion combining the songs was brilliant because it gives hope that we can escape the curse of the bullfrogs. I believe it's a cautionary tale about the dangers of Bufotenin. (I doubt it but it seems like it) The train in the blues is a source of hope and freedom. 'Here my train a comin' by Jimi Hendrix, the freedom train, the underground railroad. The train takes you away from the hard times and the bad times to a new start and new opportunities. The symbolism is real.

The bullfrog curse is also real. I've actually labored under it during a period when I was eating lots of mushrooms. Once the curse latched onto me it didn't matter whether I was high on mushrooms or not. The curse was upon me. The line 'tadpoles up and down your spine'. I could feel them. Everything you say is wrong, it affects people the wrong way. Your body doesn't feel right. Bad things keep happening. You're locked into this thought loop in your life where everything sucks.

There's also a bullfrog town, actually multiple bullfrog towns. I'm sure some of you have been to them. The people there are bad, it's a Bad Place. There are many Bad Places but that's another post. The bullfrog town is an entire place affecting all the people. It's very hard to leave. You'll go there to visit a friend or your aunt and 20 years later you'll realize you're still there living a terrible life. Living in a trailer raising 6 kids that aren't yours. Then you find out a bunch of Chinese miners cursed the place in 1890.

This has actually happened to me. I'll be driving through a place and I'll feel a shiver down my spine, or feel cold on a sunny day, or just not like the feel of a place. After this happens a few times I'll read about the place. Or read a sign by the side of the road. Describing the massacre of the tribe there or the mine that collapsed or the orgy of violence and blood that desecrated the land. I don't know if it's happened to anyone else.

Off topic a bit, to cure the bullfrog curse you must hop on a train, or the bus, get the hell out of there. Or take some LSD or DMT and confront and exorcise the bullfrogs or their cause. I can't remember how I got rid of my bullfrog curse, I think it was some sort of exorcisim. I know I left town for a while. I know I couldn't eat or sleep and puked a lot for a few days. It's a terrible condition. Avoid bullfrog towns and Bad Places especially when you're tripping.



Bad Places, I should explain that too since I'm on the subject. One night I ate mushrooms camping with 3 friends. We had our fire amoung a cluster of trees, our tents, our woodpile. Forest around us down to the creek, the old dirt road. About 50 yards down the dirt road there was a small clearing. When you're tripping you tend the fire, smoke the occasional bowl or maybe drink a beer. Then go wander around a bit to have a little adventure. Then end up back at the fire.

Soon the 3 of us noticed independently. That when you walked down the road right before you got to the clearing the hairs would stand up on the back of your neck. You'd get ice cold and start to shiver. Your happy go lucky, giggly warm relaxed shroomy state would turn fearful. You'd walk quickly past the clearing, walk a little further, and the feeling would go away. Back to happy giggly shroom head.

We studied the problem, individually and as a group. Every time the fear started at the same time, lasted through that area, than disappeared a certain distance away at the other side. Very strange. It quickly earned the name the bad place. What would happen if we camped there? Was it a hole to an evil dimension? Did a horrible crime occur there? Was there a starving vicious beast waiting to pounce on us there? Was there a danger our subconcious could identify we couldn't? We couldn't figure it out but what if someone built a house there. Or a school. They'd live in fear every day without conciously realizing it.
 
Funny that a mountain cave was mentioned in these tales. While just coincidence, there was a man made mountain cave at Nick Sands' neighbor's house back in 2017, one that no one but the owner is allowed into. As far as I know, the only drugs inside are perfectly legal methylxanthines and maybe the odd bottle of wine.


beatings and the threat of prison time. Along with payouts, using unlawful tactics, and grudges were the only real tool the police had for getting busts.
That's still the case now. The entire system is predicated on snitching. If everyone in the system right now decided to take their case to court in front of a jury of their peers, and everyone rejected plea bargains, the court dockets would book solid into the year 2096… It would shut down the system and force an overhaul in legislation and justice. Or just lead to a complete state collapse on virtually every level: federal, state, county, city, borough, parish, municipality, township, etc. Not that I'm for this, nor do I think it will ever happen; it's just interesting to note.
 
That's still the case now. The entire system is predicated on snitching. If everyone in the system right now decided to take their case to court in front of a jury of their peers, and everyone rejected plea bargains, the court dockets would book solid into the year 2096… It would shut down the system and force an overhaul in legislation and justice. Or just lead to a complete state collapse on virtually every level: federal, state, county, city, borough, parish, municipality, township, etc. Not that I'm for this, nor do I think it will ever happen; it's just interesting to note.
Funny you mention this at the exact time the president is saying 'It's impossible for everyone in the United States to get a fair trial'. This is an important aspect of how totalitarian governments function. The laws are such that everyone is guilty of something always so authority has a reason to jail anyone at anytime without wasting time on unecessary nonsense like presumptions of innocence and the like. Rather than punishment they are given the golden opportunity to be born again. This time with the state taking the part of mother and father rather than the messy biological way. Anyone who is too mentally ill for rebirth can be immediately disappeared. To Siberia or Salvador or Interzone or Mars.

I don't know if you read the notes I wrote about the song August 1967 (hippies call it STP) by the HMR. It was at the bottom of a long post and any HMR fans are likely to be too old or senile to use computers if they ever existed in the first place. Probably easier to look up the lyrics rather than puzzling them out from Stampfel and Weber's unique vocal style. Especially Stampfel. The first time I heard him talking, not singing I cracked up. It sounded the same, just as goofy and out of tune as his singing voice.

Makes sense why he never bothered to tune his violin or his banjo. Years of speed and cannabis and psychedelics change the body and vocal chords in fun freaky ways. The man is still absolutely brilliant, despite pushing 90. The foremost expert at old time pre-1938 American folk (blues bluegrass jazz country etc) music in the world. A Rolling Stone article once said, 'Stampfel has a working knowledge of almost every song ever written, and Weber only sometimes has a working knowledge of his own compositions'.

He took most of the written credit for their often brilliant lyrics but it was the band's muse and Stampfel's (and Weber's briefly in the very early 60s) girlfriend Antonia who wrote the words of quite a few of their best tunes. I'd like to get a copy of her autobiography. She was part of the Greenwich Village counterculture scene from the start, before they were called hippies in the late 1950s. She was a beautiful blonde, a fantastic artist, fine writer of and actress in pornography, excellent poet, musician, painter, a very creative person who adopted and became the persona of the mysterious psychedelic beatnik artist 'Antonia'. It's likely she played an important part in writing 'August of 1967'.

Back to the original point, the song includes a reference to the Nova Trilogy, also known as The Cutup Trilogy by William S Burroughs. Whenever I pick up that trilogy it blows me away how good it is. I believe it would be nearly impossible to understand if you'd never used drugs; having used drugs it's still very difficult to understand. Having access to the internet makes some of the concepts easier to decipher. Most people are unable to read or understand the books at all.

A lot of people are unable to read Naked Lunch; Junk is his only book that's written like a book. With an intro, characters, actions occur, then the book ends. These other books bounce all over. In time, space, place, characters, and between hyperspace and the real world. Burroughs is most famous for his heroin addiction, unfortunately it is less well known he was one of the first Westerners to use Ayuhuasca. He did the critically important work of traveling to South America, finding guides, traveling the rainforest, and eventually finding the stuff and tripping his balls off a few times. Then he produced the first trip reports and pharmacological notes about ayuhuasca.

You can view the Nova trilogy as a gift to humanity that Ayuhuasca gave us. To help us re-analyze our culture and government through naive non-human eyes. It becomes unrecognizeable as a creation of humans when looked at from these different perspectves. Without it he could have writen the books, even figured out some of the themes and concepts. He would have had a hard time connecting the dots on the similarities and connections and delusions our society uses to control us. The Ayuhausca allowed him to see the truth behind the truth in all it's ugliness. These are very ugly books about opiate abuse. Also about the abuse of individuals by the masses of humans. I doubt he would have had the courage to write the book entirely using the cut up method of writing. the most bizarre part of all.

This is basically 'divining' or 'dousing' a book. For a long time I was convinced the book had to be stupid and terrible and avoided it like the plague. It still blows me away the book works at all. The cut up method involves cutting all the text into pieces. These pieces are then scrambled and re-assembled. This way entirely new meanings and conclusions can be discovered from the same text. Most of the time. Sometimes it degenerates into absolute gibberish. You have to read much more carefully and there is an element of freedom, to find your own conclusions without the author spoon feeding it to you.

The majority of people are unable to read these books, they simply can't follow the story. Some people can follow the story but find it so distasteful they stop reading very early. I'm weird, I enjoyed having to use my imagination to figure out the concepts he writes about and the terms he has to make up to describe them. The internet makes it easier since you can use Google for a merry chase searching down the source and meaning of the hardest to figure ones. Another aspect that's distasteful to many, and isn't my favorite part, are descriptions of horrible violence, bizarre sex and drug use, intraveneous and otherwise.

These were difficult subjects to write openly about in the 1950s and 1960s. Burroughs was honest about his homosexuality and was a courageous man. I'm not homosexual but I'm not offended by descriptions of gay sex. I'm not offended by much except for careless foolishness and purposeless cruelty. The text comes close to offending me. Some of it is nearly too horrible too fathom. I'm listening to it on audio right now, just heard 'obsidian jock straps'. Without cut ups the world would have to go without obsidian jock straps. How do you put on an obsidian jock strap? Very carefully.

How did this turn into a review of 'The Nova Trilogy' and Burroughs? That's right, The Holy Modal Rounders were fans. Burrough's books had a huge influence on the counter culture. On art, music, movies, books. Long before websites like this existed the appendix in the back of Naked Lunch was one of the few sources of good information about drugs and harm reduction for curious young psychonauts like myself. We all owe Burroughs a huge thank you and he is a man I look up to. And of course he was fucked up, did some fucked up stuff in his life and had to live with the guilt. Living with the guilt and shame our mistakes without losing our love for self is part of being human.

One more note. In August 1967 (Hippies Call it STP) there is a lyric referencing 'A narc on a lark'. It always cracks me up. A nark on a lark is an undercover cop who's abusing the substance he's suppose to be saving society from. I have a lot more to say but I've ran out of time..
 
^I read all your posts. Interesting stuff mate. Not got any real reply though, save that my roommate in college had several HMR albums on vinyl. We were real hippies back then. 'Course he grew up and I grew up and now we're both grumpy old bastards with jobs that drug test and long hours and mortgages and wives and responsibilities. I miss that carefree stage of life. We both still collect vinyl but apparently it's 'hip' now so that's gettin' pricey unfortunately.



I'm finishing up some training for work this afternoon and about to flip my sleep schedule back to usual with seven days off work to get that sorted and maybe smoke one or two bowls of wacky tobacky this first night since I'm skinny, it'll be out by the time I go back to work. Yay!
 
Hey guys, sorry for being a bit absent recently. to be blunt, a serious intestinal issue tied to Crohn's disease and Ulcerative colitis has me lined up for 1 (possibly a few) more surgeries soon and it's putting the chronic pain to a pretty severe degree. I'm doing my best to spend time here and contribute, and I just wanted to apologize for my partial bout of on-and-off absences. This will likely be resolved by the end of 2025, but should start getting better towards autumn.

Just wanted to say I miss you all and appreciate this community a ton, and have been often thinking "shit I need to check BL" while medicating this issue, fixing it, or sitting in doctors' offices.
 
Can't just say no to decent income and good health insurance though at my age :cry:
Oh I was just being glib. I do think there should be laws severely limiting and restricting this practice though. No judgments, we all gotta do what we gotta do in this world, and I'm probably foolish for this but I refuse to take any drug test that isn't court mandated in some way, just on principle (plus I will fail that test pretty spectacularly). If I may ask, what do you do for a living?

absent recently … Crohn's disease and Ulcerative colitis … more surgeries soon … chronic pain to a pretty severe degree … should start getting better towards autumn.
Oh damn, no fucking bueno. That sucks, but I'm glad to hear you're getting the help and care you need. No te preocupes. Todo bien aqui.

Just wanted to say I miss you all and appreciate this community a ton
Right back atcha. Feel better.
 
Can't just say no to decent income and good health insurance though at my age :cry:
I love living in a country with great socialized medicine. It makes such a difference to a society when it's members' access to health care doesn't depend on your employment, employability, health history, or drug use.

We have great health care in Canada, don't let anyone trick you otherwise. It's not without it's flaws, but all you have to do is compare to our average life spans, infant mortality, and healthcare spend. My kid had a horrible BMX accident recently - we didn't have to think about which hospital to go to, which insurance plan we were on, deductibles, or how much it would cost. He was seen immediately and given expert care with a CT scan right away. We walked away with no bill, nothing.
 
I love living in a country with great socialized medicine. It makes such a difference to a society when it's members' access to health care doesn't depend on your employment, employability, health history, or drug use.

We have great health care in Canada, don't let anyone trick you otherwise. It's not without it's flaws, but all you have to do is compare to our average life spans, infant mortality, and healthcare spend. My kid had a horrible BMX accident recently - we didn't have to think about which hospital to go to, which insurance plan we were on, deductibles, or how much it would cost. He was seen immediately and given expert care with a CT scan right away. We walked away with no bill, nothing.
Not asking for details about the injury (and I'm very glad to hear that your kid received care), but as somebody who spent a good amount of time on BMX bikes in suburban and urban areas, do you know what he was doing specifically when he fell? I've had some pretty serious falls trying nollie barspins into this embankment in Portland (Maine, not Oregon). A dirt jump in the city/town I grew up in too has sent me too vertical before to where I clocked my dome on some tree branches, should've leaned forward more.

I grew up in a place with an indoor skatepark too, so Maine winters weren't really a big deal and people drove down all the way from Quebec, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia to have a place to skate in the winter. There was always a neat collection of skate hippies sleeping in their cars around the area of the park. Maine produces a weirdly high amount of insanely talented skateboarders relative to other Northeastern areas and I can't really tell why, I think there's just not much to do and skateboarding is a good way for some people to pass time. A funny thing about both BMX bikes and skateboards is that the way you ride them is highly contingent upon where you learned to do so. The chunky pavement, chunked ancient granite ledges and rocky, root-filled dirt jumps of New England compared to the perfectly flat/smooth pavement and sandy yet somehow also slick soil of Tampa lead to very different styles of riding these things. People in Florida tell me that I skate like I "hate the ground" and that I ride a BMX bike like a mountain bike, which I suppose makes sense given my time biking with a hardtail on trails, but it's still interesting to notice the regional variances.
 
@Esperighanto we were at a pump track, mixed dirt and asphalt - asphalt on the berms and dirt in between. He dropped straight in on one of the berms (something he's done many times) and I think he must have tweaked his handlebars and he just went over, hitting his head on the bar on the way and then headfirst into the asphalt. Thank god we had him in a full face helmet. It was pretty scary because he was moaning but completely unconscious, eyes open but no one home. At first I couldn't tell if he had a spinal injury, so it was such a relief when he started moving his legs. It took him a few minutes to regain consciousness, and then 10 more before he started forming memories again. He's pretty young and wasn't super advanced at BMX, just doing racing not really tricks or anything. In the end he had a bad concussion but no spinal injury or brain bleed so we felt lucky.

This scared me a lot, thinking about how he could have scorpioned and potentially had a paralyzing neck injury so we got one of those neck braces for riding. But it shook him up enough that he never really got back into it, which I'm OK with too tbh. There are a lot of bad injuries in mountain biking etc here, someone I know is permanently quadriplegic from a bike accident in a park.

It's too bad cause it's a great sport. The community around the kids BMX racing was really fun, super supportive and competitive in a really great and friendly way. And where we live is one of the world's OG hot spots for mountain biking and we have a lot of awesome pump tracks and dirt jumps around.

I really love watching BMX in the skate bowls, it's something I wish I had been able to get into when I was younger. I love the flow of it, it's just amazing some of the stuff people can do. I think it's my favourite of the bowl-riding forms, although of course skateboarding is incredible too. It just blows me away the kinds of things some people can do on a skateboard.

The sport that has me really hooked is surfing. There's nothing quite like it, it's such a huge challenge but so fulfilling to step up to whatever the ocean dishes up and to try and be on it at the right place and the right time in the most maximally intimate way with the wave.

I think Tampa has some waves? Every surfer I've talked to from Florida loves to trash talk the waves there, but it's produced some pretty sick surfers obviously.
 
I think Tampa has some waves? Every surfer I've talked to from Florida loves to trash talk the waves there, but it's produced some pretty sick surfers obviously.
Tampa's a VERY sharky area to surf in, and I grew up in Maine where only advanced surfers are safe to hit the waves really. I'll pick it up at some point, but so far it's been downhill longboarding, skimboarding, snowskating, BMX/Trail biking, and skateboarding that've really caught me up. I grew up with a lot of freerunners so things like side flips and kong vaults and the sort are pretty natural to me too.
In the end he had a bad concussion but no spinal injury or brain bleed so we felt lucky.
I'm very glad that things turned out alright man, bikes can generate injuries SIGNIFICANTLY more intense than skateboarding. Just doing a footjam and spinning the frame around on a bank has led me into doing half a frontflip landing on the top of my fucking head before, on a bank so mild I'd barely even call it a bank when I was ~15-16 years old. I used to live in Portland Maine, which is a city that you can't really drive through very well, but BMX bikes absolutely haul ass through that city. The pavement/bricks/cobblestones are pretty mean to skateboards, but I used to get around down on a BMX just for the sake of speed and convenience, it was often quicker than driving because parking is almost impossible to find in the city. Led to many fun antics too, but I've always been kind of "risk-prone" with these things. Growing up as a downhill longboarder got me wicked hooked on adrenaline, no drug can match the feeling of a toeside pendulum bluntslide as you wrap around a hairpin, or landing a backside flip to get up a curb, idk. These things are a huge passion in my life, as I'm sure you can tell.
I really love watching BMX in the skate bowls, it's something I wish I had been able to get into when I was younger. I love the flow of it, it's just amazing some of the stuff people can do. I think it's my favourite of the bowl-riding forms, although of course skateboarding is incredible too. It just blows me away the kinds of things some people can do on a skateboard.
Bowls are unique man, once you're ready for them, there's still a LOT of failure to go until you can develop a good flow in them. I always sucked ass at bowls over ~8', but this 6'-er near Lakeland, Florida I had a fanastic time with. It had this kicker at a weird diagonal angle that would land you clean into the bowl and it felt like a goddamn Tony Hawk Pro Skater custom level, it was fantastic. Bowls are also neat for couples' skates, having one person do a small frontside air while somebody hauling absolute ass does a backside air over them, or riverdancing on the tail of the board while somebody does a stall on it, that type of deal. I reember the first day I landed a blunt to fakie in a bowl that's literally like, 3' tall at the most, and it felt so mild blowing. Nowadays I try to fingerflip out of them, trying to figure out how to get a hardflip motion out of the blunt-to-fingerflip thing, so the board does a frontside shuvit as well as a flip, optimally either being caught before it lands back to the concrete or even cooler, into another stall like a backside smith I could then revert out of or something.

If anybody here ever wants to talk board/bike related sports feel free to hit me up, like I said earlier they're a huge passion of mine.
I think Tampa has some waves? Every surfer I've talked to from Florida loves to trash talk the waves there, but it's produced some pretty sick surfers obviously.
Also wanted to mention, Tampa has SPoT (Skate Park of Tampa), an internationally acclaimed world's-top park. It's technically three separate parks, a smaller scaled one, a larger scaled one, and a fucking MONSTROUSLY scaled one. Many fond memories of being drenched in sweat, bumping ephedrine and adderall in the bathroom and just hauling ass ollieing over my own height off the A-frames and the sort. Where I am rn in NorFla the nearest kickass parks are Possum Creek (Gainesville) and Kona (Jacksonille), I've yet to visit Kona and iirc it's the longest lasting park in the US so I'm dying to go check it out, it seems so unique.
 
Man I wish I could visualize all the manoeuvres you're talking about there @Esperighanto but sadly that's mostly right over my head. One regret I have in life is that I didn't skate when I was a kid.

We have a few really old school bowls near where I live that have those rounded tops instead of coping and pretty gentle angle that are super fun for surfskating. One of them I believe is one of the oldest bowls in n. america. We own a bunch of surfskates - a couple of carver boards with C7 trucks, a Yow, and a smoothstar. They're all really fun, so flowy and close to a lot of the movement in surfing. But you can't do almost any of the radical stuff that you can do on a real skateboard.

I was just reading about Kona - sounds like it is the oldest bowl in the USA, really cool. Looks amazing, it would be so sick for surfskating.
 
those rounded tops instead of coping
This is often referred to as "pool coping", there's a special satisfaction that comes from the literal, onomatopoeia-shly named grinding feeling of grinding on it compared to gentler things like noseslides and boardslides. I value it a low, coming fomr New England I somewhat masochistically love shit pavement.
it would be so sick for surfskating.
It would be! Peoeple at my university used to surfskate, it was really cool to see how effectively they could maneuver and get around on those. I always had a tough time using that rubber-tipped hand pole thing (I do not know the name of it and accidentally ate 500mg of THC-O, please forgive my current goofiness).
 
No judgments, we all gotta do what we gotta do in this world, and I'm probably foolish for this but I refuse to take any drug test that isn't court mandated in some way, just on principle (plus I will fail that test pretty spectacularly). If I may ask, what do you do for a living?
Oh I agree man, drug testing is bullshit and doesn’t do anything to get bad people fired and does everything to keep good people unemployed.

I’d rather not say exactly what I do. Suffice to say I work for my state’s government so I get pretty good benefits and a real pension if I stick it out long enough. If I do at least ten years I’ll get cheap health insurance when I retire and that’s something I know I’ll need so I’m trying to always face forward and not back these days.
 
We both still collect vinyl but apparently it's 'hip' now so that's gettin' pricey unfortunately.

In the 90s and early 2000s you couldn't give vinyl away. There were endless piles of it at various thrift stores and music stores. We'd sift through the piles and make picks based on album covers, what the band looked like, what they were called. Dig out the change in our pockets. Bring it home and check it out. Found some real trash but some really good music we hadn't heard before. Those were great times. Now vinyl is hip, priced accordingly, and not worth collecting.

Something will change again, the bottom will crash out. Won't be able to pay bums to burn the stuff. Ridiculous freak folk bands with a few hundred die hards like the Holy Modal Rounders will be back in style. Except they'll all be dead with no one to remember them.

I'm sure I mentioned Michael Hurley already. He died a few weeks back. I'd gotten to enjoy visiting his shows in Portland when I got the chance. Hugely underrated, great guitar player, great song writer. Created his own style, snockwood. A real do-it-himselfer.

When he was in highschool he drew and wrote a zine that was certainly riske for the late 50s. Weber, later the infamous guitarist for the Holy Modal Rounders and the Fugs, was kicked out of high school for selling it. I'd love to look at a copy.

Weber, Robin Remaily, (both talented members of the HMR , especially the Portland version) and Michael Hurley were trippin balls on Mescaline. Walking through these train tunnels underneath Philadelphia. Hurley had broken up with a girl; he was considering shipping out with the navy in the morning. They wrote a song about it, mostly Hurley. Hurley called it The Intersoullar Blues. The HMR covered it on their album 'Indian War Whoop'. Their first psychedelic monstrosity created despite not practicing any of the songs.

I hated the song the 1st time I heard it. The 2nd time I was high enough I understood it. I could sing along. Then I listened to it on Mescaline. The song comes alive on Mescaline. Wow. I've listened to Native American mescaline songs recorded at their mescaline gatherings. It's got a similar feel. Amazing when you consider they wrote something so simple yet so psychedelic as 17, 18 year old teenagers. Far beyond their age but they never lost their immaturity.



 
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