Monday, February 28, 2005

Sex and the City

So last night, while we're waiting for Carnivale to come on (which is getting better and better), Lady Head and I were watching a rerun of Sex and the City. I've watched this show from the beginning. I can't figure out why. I hate all the characters. The women are all stuck up rich cunts, the guys are conceited rich assholes. I'm sick of TV shows and movies set in NYC. I hate the clothes. The list goes on and on. Why the fuck do (did) I watch this fucking show?

Beyond that, it was good to see Don. He only stayed until Sat morning but Friday we met the Owls and some others for happy hour. Then we went home and drank and watched Phantoms ("Word bitch, Phantoms like a motherfucker." Sat morning Lady Head made biscuits and gravy.
Watched Miike's Dead or Alive. Best beginning of a movie. Ever. WTF was up with that ending though?
We also watched Saw. Better than I expected for sure.

The Evil Twin is moving to New Orleans. He's driving down and stopping here for a spell. Should get here in 4 hours or so. Gotta go pick up some Carlo Rossi so he doesn't kill the good stuff.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Port tasting

Wow. Again. Some people have too much money.
So we tasted 11 (!) ports last night. Pretty kickass. The last 4 or so seemed to have magic "make-me-charming" chemicals in them.
Sat with a group of investment bankers and a couple of music industry type folks. So I felt pretty out of place but someone referred to me as Dr. [Head] and their attitude changed. So they're all super rich but it's funny because the host announced at the end that it would be nice to leave a little something for the staff since they had to place, fill, and wash over 1000 (yes 1K) glasses. And they even gave us dessert (a fromage blanc cheesecake that was pretty kickass as well). I only had $5 in cash so I left that. I was feeling like I should leave more but then I noticed the guy across form me left $2 and the rest of the table left $0. What the fuck??!?!?! These were people that were ordering cases of this stuff. We're talking thousands of dollars in booze here and they can't drop some duckets for the staff?
Anyhoo. Lady Head picked me up and we were off for Head Manor. I played poker and won, in spite of (or due to?), the massive port infusion. Don got to our place at about 12:30 we had a drink and then it was off to bed. Tonight we are going to celebrate Deano's birthday.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

OK one more. (no HST quote - sorry)

This is friggin' hilarious.
How long have you had this position now? Starting off great!
Yeeeee-aaaaarrrrggghhhh!

Who does vote for these dishonest shitheads?

Wow, this new book that is based on "secret recordings" of Bush is fucking ridiculous.
Oh! We in the administration are sooooo hurt and betrayed by this.
Have you guys seen (or heard) any of these "secret" recordings? It makes Bush look like a fucking saint. All of the "bad" things are minor and it makes him look like he's chock-fucking-full of character and principle.
How transparent can you actually be?

Sorry for bringing up the real world. I'll be back to my fantasy world now.

Fuckheads.

He so gets it.

Was I to believe him in earnest in his intention to penetrate to the centre of this massive globe? Had I been listening to the mad speculations of a lunatic, or to the scientific conclusions of a lofty genius? Where did truth stop? Where did error begin?

Only a lunatic would do this kind of work

Is Henry Silva mentally handicapped? I was watching "Mad Dog Time" the other day (a pretty terrible movie) and he plays this henchman who stands in the corner, spouts out some insane line every now and again, and laughs weirdly. Now, every movie I've seen him in he basically is a wacko that has little to no dialogue (and what he does have is often these crazy out-of-nowhere lines). In "Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai" he was the senile mob boss, in "Sharky's Machine" he was the junkie killer, In "The Manchurian Candidate" he was the Chinese villian, in "Cannonball Run II" he was one of the mob heavies, etc., etc., etc.

Interestingly enough, in his imdb.com bio it says he got his start in theater and has "gift for languages."

Also, in my wine post I forgot to mention the sheer number of mock turtlenecks I see. It's truly amazing.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.



"If that is true, how do we reconcile the social intelligence and clever foraging hypotheses? Clearly the two are not incompatible. Indeed, we might combine them both into a more sweeping principle, stating that an animal's relative brain size correlates with its ability to manipulate other individuals, be they of another species or its own."

Via Bella by Barlight (actually Texas Biscuit but I saw it at Bella's)

Pre-teens of both sexes are traditionally seized and grabbed off the streets by gangs of organized Perverts

This is the second "people are retreating into their aural caves and it's terrible" type story I've linked here. What assholes. No, I really want to listen to traffic, people's inane chatter, and winos talking to themselves. And you know Andrew Sullivan is a pompous ass.

It reminds me of when Times Square was being cleaned up. The people shouting the loudest about the loss of "color and character" were the people least likely to ever set foot in a peep show.

a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.

Anyways, I was reflecting the other day (as I'm wont to do about a variety of high-brow subjects) on how much wonderfuler my cable TV has become over the past couple years. Not only do I get a million channels (something like 50+ movie channels - I have like 8 HBOs - but no Trio down here unfortunately) and the pay-per-views, but the free OnDemand is wicked awesome. For those of you ignorant savages that don't know what this is, it's basically a selection from various channels that is free to the subscriber. You have control over them as well. Start one and you can pause, rewind, FF, stop and watch later, etc. Let's say it's 1pm on a Tuesday. I've had 4 whiskeys and I've got a lust for Harvey Birdman. Well just go to the Adult Swim OnDemand and bam! you've got HB.
Next is the DVR. OMG. Hot Rod and others said it was like the remote control, once you got it you can't imagine life without it. I agree. For the rubes out there it's basically Tivo. It has the TV on a slight delay and is buffering it continuously. So you can pause, record, rewind "live" TV. Let's say I'm watching 24 (Jack Bauer is totally a ninja, yo) and I have to poop. Just pause it, drop a load (did I have mexican?), and I'm back. Also the recording is awesome. Two tuners so I can record two programs at once. It holds about 60 hours. I'm never missing an episode of Deadwood (or the History Sunday prison and conspiracy minimarathon) again.

So right now I imagine you're saying "Head, we know all this. Doesn't you feeling the need to explain all of this make you the rube?" Great point Jimmy, but wrong. See, no matter where I am I always am exposed to these people that think that not having cable TV somehow makes them more cultured and intellectual. You know the type I'm talking about. They talk about their cutted-offedness from the world as some kind of badge of honor. The Unabomber didn't have cable either, jerks. They actually point out that they have no idea what your talking about because "I don't have cable." Now some of my closest friends are these people ( I am very accepting of other people's faults) but it just makes me want to give them a wedgie (you know who you are).

This almost started my standard rant on cable TV being the greatest technological innovation of the last 60 years for educating people (better than the internet for sure) but that's another post.

Huge brains, small necks, weak muscles and fat wallets

So Lady Head and I have been going to 1-3 wine tastings a week now. Well, shit, there's nothing else to do. And when you consider you can get drunk for between $0 and $50 off some top notch hooch then it's even better.
The only drawback is the people. Now some of them are great and fun and intelligent and drunk. But most of them are self-important, NPR-listening boobs with waaaaaaay too much money. Some of the conversation makes me want to vomit.
So tomorrow night there's this port tasting (probably the best idea ever). It's put on by the liquor store that hosted Saturday's tasting (not my liquor store). Now I can fuck up some port fo' sure so I'm going. It's $40 and I figure I can buy any of it from my liquor store (as you close to the Head know, I've got loyalty to my liquor store). Well here's the thing. When I made reservations, the owner of the store got back to me and said it would be free to me. Most likely because Lady Head ended up buying some of the wines we had on Sat. so he probably thinks we're high rollers (you'd think me taking the wine from the empty seats next to me would have tipped him off though). So now I feel like I'm obligated to buy something. I'm not, but now I feel like a wang. I'd rather just pay and get them from my place.
And you thought you had problems.

P.S. Don's coming in tomorrow night as well. We're pretty psyched.

P.P.S. I'm gonna get looooooaaaaadddddeeeeeedddd at the port tasting.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.

OK. A day late on this one.
Everyone, go get a bottle of Wild Turkey and drink as much of it as you can tonight in honor of Dr. Thompson.
Ash-hole, get two bottles.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Fear and Loathing

Hunter S. Thompson is dead.
A sad day in the Headosphere. HST was an icon of mine. He was an American Original.

At the end he was still writing. He had a regular column on ESPN's website where he would rant and rave on everything from football to politics to blasting things in his front yard. Oh, and a lot on gambling.
It's especially interesting to go reread some of his Nixon-era writings now. So many parallels between present day and then. With a divisive overseas war and a corrupt thug in the White House, it would be great to have HST at full speed now. Unfortunately, while he is credited with spawning "a whole new style of journalism", he basically spawned a bunch of cheap imitators. Nobody does it like he did.

R.I.P.

Friday, February 18, 2005

a thing appointed to desolation, and therefore fit roosting-place for their homeless selves

Hey. I just saw Kevin for the first time in a while and he has his blog back up. I didn't know this because it's not at the old site.
The new site is http://www.thehomelessguy.blogspot.com/

I know not all that may be coming, but be what it will, I'll go in laughing.

Holy shit. What's that strange sensation? It's so odd, yet familiar. I know I've felt it before. What could it be?
OMFG! Motivation!
Motivation had burst through. I actually am doing some science today!
Found out that I am eligible for that super-postdoc training program and they're sending the advertisement out within a month or two. Then I decided that I really need to get these fucking manuscripts out fucking tout de suite so I can put them on my CV when I apply. That one m.s. was delayed because of a fucked up figure and I couldn't find decent slides to retake it (don't ask what happened to the originals) for fucking forever but that little bastard Motivation made me look through everything and I got a slide and got the figure fixed in about an hour (weeks after I first noticed the fuckup).
Did a bunch of writing on the other m.s. as well.
And if Deano finishes editing the third one (on the study which is actually first chronologically) I may actually be able to have a career someday.
So I'm in a pretty sweet mood right now.
Bitches.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

Jesus fucking Christ. These people should be fucking killed.
Seriously - fucking killed. The parents and the shrinks.
"My toddler is throwing a tantrum at Wal-Mart! He must have some kind of neurological disorder! Let's give him a shitload of drugs!"

If his chest had been a cannon, he would have shot his heart upon it.

I've laways hated the expression "The best revenge is living well." I've been thinking about people in my past who did me wrong and me just having a good life isn't enough. Is that bad? I mean say I'm thinking about some asshole from high school. Guaranteed he's stuck in a job he hates and a miserable marriage (I know for sure on some of these). That does make it better, but should I want more?
Am I a psycho?

OK, not much time. Lady Head and I are hosting a speaker for lunch and have to get a few things done beforehand. We decided lunch is at Nick and Rudy's though, so we're pumped.

Be back later.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Team Brown in the Hizzy!

Good Lord, I had no idea Team Brown was actively posting!
Note the addition on the sidebar. If you can get by his vicious racism he's got some great points.

Ignorance is the parent of fear . . .

Sorry everyone for the previous post. Normally, I like being the dumbest person in the room. That way I can learn something. Recently, however, I have been exposed to stone idiots down here. Ruins my whole education.

Let's see, what's going on? Valentine's Day went well. Lady Head and I made a kickass dinner. Started with a leek and mushroom strudel, main course was spinach and goat cheese stuffed lamb loin chops, and dessert was a strawberry clafoutis (which I enjoyed immensely but Lady Head didn't b/c "It wasn't chocolate" - normally I'd agree with her but she already chocolate loaded earlier in the day).

Valentines Day is also the 1 year anniversary of us getting Kraepelin A.K.A. Dickface.

Yesterday I taught for The Owl. Went fine, although those fuckers didn't get any of my jokes. I was giving them gold too.

The Crue is back. That's pretty sweet. I'm totally going.

One of the grad students and someone from the lab next door have been talking about their new babies for the past 1/2 hour. Ugh. Get some cats people.

Don may be coming down here in 10 days or so. That put me in a great mood.

Also, Faux-hawk level today = 8.

Note the addition of Bella by Barlight on the peeps list. Go check her out.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

. . from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

Is it me, or are there a shitload of otherwise educated people that can't spell "definitely" right? (This post actually isn't about you Ash-hole. I attribute your horrendous spelling to George Dickel) I mean I can handle bad grammar but hit spellcheck for fuck's sake.
And I'm full of rage at all of the pseudointellectuals out there. Where's our education system? What happened to critical thinking when you are arguing? Just because someone wrote it does not make it true.
Oh, have I mentioned NPR sucks balls?

Jerks.

Oh, and et tu St. Jude?

Monday, February 14, 2005

Back to my roots

Hey! Look at me! I listen to NPR!
What? Why, when I was listening to NPR today at work they said blah blah blah blah blah.
Hey, I didn't hear the first 3/4 of the conversation but I heard you use that buzzword just now and need to monopolize the next ten minutes of the conversation telling you what I learned from NPR.
Yes, I am that cultured and intellectual. I care about world events. You aren't nearly as worldly and brainy as I am because I listen to NPR. Yes, that's right. N. P. R.
Love me.

This concept of 'wuv' confuses and infuriates us!

Why you wanna fight Jonesy? He's a total badass.

This guy is a total sissy.

Something that's been annoying me for years is the whole scrubs/labcoat outside thing. You know, you walk into a restaurant for lunch and sit next to a couple of dildos that look like they're prepped for the OR. I thought the whole point of these garments was to reduce the amount of outside that gets in and the amount of inside that gets out. Kinda defeats the purpose when you're wearing them while scarfing down your chicken ceasar salad, jerk.

Happy Valentines Day! I have to run around in order to get provisions for Lady Head's feast and I have to lecture tomorrow so I may not be back until later.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Daaaamn, where'd you get those kickass pipes?

Weed.
Unlocks the secrets of the universe.

I challenge you to a break off...

Just kidding. I swore I'd never use my wicked bad boogaloo powers ever again.

Couple of thoughts:
I ate what is probably the perfect white trash meal last night. 3 cheddarbrats on hot dog buns (although the mustard I had on them was grey poupon so that kind of fucked up the whole theme) and 2 cans of Big K root beer. I kick a lot of ass.

For Lent I decided to run every day until Easter. I hate running but hey, if you've seen my uncles you'd be worried too. And yes, I realize I just said this after talking about the glory of cheddarbrats. See, as much as I hate running, I hate not eating and drinking well more. SO my time honored tradition is to up the exercise when I start adding lbs. Plus my brothers are freaks when it comes to fitness (even the crackhead brother ran at my house each day at noon after drinking a bottle of wine, smoking 1/2 a pack of cigarettes and a bunch of weed) and I will not tolerate any more comparisons between me and Uncle Mike.

I've got 5 months of funding left. While we do have a grant submitted that I'd lead, and there's still the possibility of that program I mentioned before, I have to assume I'm in limbo come August. It's at that point that the decision will be made as to whether I continue trying to become a real, grownup scientist or drop out and become a sod farmer. The way I see it, I need to get 2-3 papers accepted between now and then so I can go get a high quality postdoc, hammer out a few papers there and then look for jobs. I have one ready to go here that's likely gonna get accepted right away. But it's boring shit. I have one from my thesis work that we are submitting to Nature, which is always a crapshoot, but if that gets in I'd be in a much better position for moving into the rest of my life. Just waiting on Deano to finish revising it. I figure one more decent paper from here and I'll be OK. So I have to figure shit out and bust ass now.

You may be wondering, "Head, we know it's Arbysday, but it's Friday during Lent. What the fuck are you gonna do?" Great question. Lady Head saw a commercial for their new fish sandwich and it looks palatable so we are trying that for lunch. Details to follow.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Rumblin' bumblin' stumblin'

Sigh, biggest payout ever in my Weds. night poker game. 7 left, 4 pay, and I'm chip leader. Then the wax melted. No money for the Head.

Teleconferenced a few whiskies with the Ash-hole when I got home. Woke up hard today. Not necessarily hungover, just fuzzy. While at work I couldn't remember if I brought Nacho in before I left home. Like the "Did I leave the oven on?" it stuck in my melon all morning. So I went home at noon and, yes, I did bring Nacho in.

Christ, is it bottom of the barrel here recently or what?

Somebody inspire me. Or Hot Rod, you should post.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Chicks dig me because I rarely wear underwear, and when I do, it's usually something unusual.

I'm gonna fix that fucking computer if I have to smash it into a million pieces. I feel naked without it. At least I made sure to restore the hard drive so even if it gets fixed everything is gone.

Here's an interesting news item. Hun, you'd be in prison. Having pillowfights with other inmates. You'd all be wearing high heels and have long red fingernails.

Happy Ash Weds.
That's all I got for now.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Tuesday

First off, our home computer is fucked. Totally fucked. Just keeps rebooting. No more poker, drunken blogging, or internet porn until we get it fixed. Asshole computer.

We got our date for Ardent Spirits' Cocktails in the Country. We are going on April 16. So any of you that want to go can plan accordingly.

Did I tell you my computer was fucked?

Beyond that, nothing too interesting. Light reds at the wine class tonight. I have an assload of work to do today. Actually a full day. (sucker)

Monday, February 07, 2005

Hey jerks.

I finally got a DVR. (Keeping up with the Hot Rods).
I'm gonna nut.
That is all.

Super Bowl Monday.

Well, good weekend. Friday's dinner was totally kickass as demonstrated by my previous posting.
Saturday I was suprisingly unhungover. Screwed off all day.
Sunday we woke up and met Jeff and Kristen at Tin Angel for brunch. I had the San Francisco Joe (filet mignon, eggs, onions, etc.). Then I played GTA for a while (damn you hydra-mission) and people came over for the super bowl. Jeff and Kristen, the canadians, the owls, Madam Nonesuch, and her beau.
Here's what I drank yesterday:
Mimosas.
Whiskies.
Calvados (Daron is my new favorite brand).
Appletinis.
Guinness.
Some Yazu beer.

I also had a giant cigar.

I'm a winner.

The game was actually good. I think McNabb fucked the game up for the Eagles. Bad decisions.

R.I.P. Ernst Mayr.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Yahhhh!

Head drunk. Head real drunk.
So we went to Mellow Mushroom first for some pre-dinner drinks. Then we got to Sunset Grill about 6:10. I sat down and said "I fell kinda silly wothout a martini." So I went up and got a martini. As soon as I sat back down they brought me the predinner wine. Uh, double fisting at a fancy dinner? I'm pretty awesome. So they did have 2 wines per course. That's 8 glasses of wine, not including refills (which they did). Some rich guy even brought some port from '74 that he had in his cellar to serve us. Pretty kickass. The meal was wicked awesome too.
So here I am, struggling to type. Gonna stop now.

Let me end it wiht this. Metallica used to be wicked awesome. It amkes me sad that they are such pussies now.
One still makes me sad and misty. So sad.

Damn right.

It's bar-thirty you little puds.
Everyone go drink NOW!
The Head commands it.

Expertise

So I've been thinking about what the Ash-hole has been saying recently and started wondering about expertise (that's what he works on).
So I was wondering what all of you considered yourselves experts in. As in, it's just ridiculous to argue with you on this subject. Please comment what and, if you want to, why.

Assholes

First one is this fanatical atheist woman. Now, I don't give a shit about you but, wow, are you fucking up your kid. Here's part of the article (Katherine is her kid). She also says if you're an atheist in a small community the solution is to move to a big city. I guess when you have a fake job like science writer (not that it's fake as in worthless, fake as in you're pretty free to do whatever you want - but some science writers are worthless) you can just pick up and move.
Also, her speech is terrible.

"For a while, Katherine was terrified about death. We’d be driving along in the car, and all of a sudden she’d start screaming in the back seat. What’s wrong, what’s wrong? We’d ask, thinking we had to pull over for a medical emergency. I’ve just been thinking about death! She’d cry. I don’t want to just disappear! To die forever and that’s all, that’s the end. This happened a few times, each time, out of nowhere, she’d start to wail. We’d tell her whatever we could to comfort her, that she will live a long, long time, and that they’re inventing new drugs that will, by the time she grows up, help her live even longer, a couple of hundred years, who knows; she’d live until she was pig-sick of it. And we’d tell her that nothing really disappears, it just changes form, and that she could become part of a dolphin, or an eagle, or a cheetah, a praying mantis. She’d have none of it. She knew she wouldn’t be aware of her new incarnation. She knew she probably wouldn’t remember her life as Katherine, and that loss of self she found impossibly sad. As do I, the loss of her, the loss of myself. As do all of us. Learning how to die is one of the greatest tasks of life, and it’s one that most us never quite get the hang of, until we realize, whoops, not much of a trick here, is there. Not much of a choice, either.

Still, I didn’t go with the stories, of the angels, of the harps, the eternal reciting of that old Monty Python routine, o lord you are so big, so absolutely huge. We’re all really impressed her, Lord, I can tell you that.” And lately Katherine seems to have gotten past those terror jags. She hasn’t had an outburst for the past year or two."


Number 2 asshole of the day is Ward Churchill. (also here).
Read this quote about 9/11 and then go to the link and tell me he doesn't look exactly like how you thought he would.

The [Pentagon] and those inside comprised military targets, pure and simple. As to those in the World Trade Center: Well, really. Let's get a grip here, shall we? True enough, they were civilians of a sort. But innocent? Gimme a break. They formed a technocratic corps at the very heart of America's global financial empire--the 'mighty engine of profit' to which the military dimension of U.S. policy has always been enslaved--and they did so both willingly and knowingly. If there was a better, more effective, or in fact any other way of visiting some penalty befitting their participation upon the little Eichmanns inhabiting the sterile sanctuary of the twin towers, I'd really be interested in hearing about it."

Tightly Wound brought this to my attention and has a few posts on it. Turns out he's not even American Indian,
like he claims, after all.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Recreational drug primer

OK, killas. Since we here at the Head are neuroscientists we feel it's time to give something back to the blog community. What would you be interested in? Population coding? Evolution of sensory systems? Growth factors?
Let's be real. The only thing you care about related to neuro is drugs. Some of them are awful for you and some of them are relatively benign. we've taken it upon ourselves to try and educate you little fiends. Not that we endorse any of this lifestyle but...
So without further ado, The Head's Primer of Recreational Drugs.
(Other neuro types please feel free to weigh in)
(Also, just because I say something is relatively benign doesn't mean it's not damaging. It's a sliding scale. Plus some people have weird sensitivities to some of these)
Um, don't do drugs.

First the legal ones.

Alcohol - not exactly good for your body, but brain-wise it doesn't so as much damage as many would have you believe. No, every time you drink you don't kill 10,000 brain cells. I guess it can be addictive but for most more psychological that physical, but in some cases you can be physically addicted. Long-term, super-chronic use can result in brain damage (we're talking about serious, Leaving Las Vegas-style drinking here, for decades). Within moderation or even somewhat over moderation you should be fine.

Cigarettes - Not good for you of course. See a spike in lung cancer incidence after about 30 pack years (pack year = pack a day for a year, so if you smoke 2 packs a day after 15 years you're at 30 pack years and rolling the dice w/ lung cancer). Good news is that if you stop before then (say at 10 pack years) within a relatively short period of time you can halt and even reverse the damage.
But we're concerned with the brain. Highly addictive of course, right up there with cocaine. There's evidence supporting that cigarettes can retard the onset of parkinson's disease. Also there's a few studies with nicotine and mental acuity but those are still sparse.

Caffeine - fine, no really, you're fine. Drink up!

The Illegal Drugs.

Marijuana - basically harmless. There's been some indication that heavy use may be linked to amotivational disorder but, let's be honest, with a lot of us there's a floor effect there. In all seriousness, this is most likely due to the long 1/2 life of the drug. Basically, you don't want to do shit the next day because some THC is still in your system, even though you don't feel high. The main thing I can think of (That Burroughs says so well in Junky) is that you're basically completely unfit to drive a car.
Weed aslo has the funniest anti-drug commercials evah! Goes back decades - smoke reefer, kill your mom. Today it's - smoke weed, get pregnant. Hilarious!

Hallucinogenics - LSD, psylocibin, peyote, etc. These are the classic "If you can get through the effects without hurting yourself then you're fine" drugs. It's almost impossible to overdose on them (The LSD dose that is 50% lethal in a population is a few hundred tabs. At once.). And you don't get brain damage or go crazy the 5th (or 10th, 20th, etc. - it varies depending on who is telling you this story) time you trip. I think that a lot of people who were heavy into these and are weird can basically attribute a lot of it to the people they hung around.

Cocaine - can be nasty of course, but, unless you have a previous heart condition it's unlikely you'll die due to overdose (but don't take that as an excuse to spell out your whole name in coke and snort it - it's still more possible to die of this than a lot of other things). Will definitely damage your bank account and typically you'll be around a whole lot of assholes most of the time. Short-term low dose use will allow you to recover fine. High dose chronic use can be a real problem. Chronic use can cause a constellation of fun problems: affective disorders, schizophrenia-like symptoms, personality disorders, etc. Usually these can be recovered from within a couple days to months after stopping use.

Crack - it's fucking crack people. Why the fuck are you asking me about it? Don't do it.

Opiates - biggest problem here is death by overdose. Typically by respiratory failure. And withdrawal. Also, a strong habit may result in you forgoing a lot of things that you're supposed to do: eat well, bathe (you stinky motherfucker), etc. If you're gonna do these stick to painkillers (vicodin, percocet, etc. and for Christ's sake, swallow the pill, don't crush it up and snort it. Once you're off it for good recovery should be normal (read: no severe long-term mental effects).

Ecstasy and Methamphetamine - the worst out of all of these, brain-wise, and it's ironic because so many people think they are so safe. They're together because rolls are just ring-substituted meth. A lot of my friends seem to think that MDMA is safe while meth is not. They're idiots. The HUGE difference between these and the other drugs are that they are directly neurotoxic. Cocaine will kill shit up in the ol' noodle after chronic, high-dose use but these little guys kill shit every time you use them. So, what's a little long-term cognitive deficit you say? It's just not in those areas, Jimmy. It primarily kills shit in serotonergic and dopaminergic pathways. Guess what these pathways are responsible for? Reward. As in, if you fuck them up, you'll never have the ability to feel pleasure. In fact, like I said, there's evidence that every time you roll you destroy some more of your ability to be happy. Imagine the mid-week blues, forever. Nothing will make you happy, fucking, eating, drugs, winning the big game - NOTHING. A lot of these effects are irreversible (no new neurons, remember?). Ever see a long term meth user at the VA? Now, reformed drunks, cokeheads, etc. still can function normally, usually. Other than the annoying stories and proselytizing. Former meth users? Completely fucked. I'm talking shells.

OK, hope you've learned something.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Yay wine!

So last night Lady Head and I went to a wine tasting at Sunset Grille.
The wines were good. The sommelier was kinda pretentious (what do you expect?) but that's good because at the end he starts busting out all of this high end shit after the tasting. I had prolly the best port I've ever had, gratis. I have to find out the name of it. He did convince us to go to this Cancer Society dinner this Friday. Here's something interesting. All of the professors there who make six-figures were hemming and hawing about the price and we (on a postdoc's and grad student's salary) said fuck it, we're going. Then I think all of the professors were embarassed so they're going now too. The Owl had the convincing argument. A. was whining about the cost and he pointed at us and said "They're poor and they're going!"
Well then, Lady Head and I walked across the street to Jackson's to eat and then home for 24 and other TV.
Tonight we have another wine class/tasting to go to. This one's put on by our liquor store.

In the news, something that has been entertaining me lately is Lawrence Summer's comments on women in science and math. He attributed the low numbers to "gender differences." While that's quite ridiculous, since Lady Head is 10x the scientist I am, my favorite part of the story is MIT professor Nancy Hopkins walked out because she was gonna pass out. Fucking hilarious. Here's a dildo saying women can't cut it in the hard sciences and during his talk you "catch the vapors" and have to leave??!?!?!? LMAO! Are you trying to make his point you dumb bitch? Ugh.

Oh, I just saw that the Evil Doctor hijacked my blog. Be sure to read it.

OK. More later.