Oaksterdam in Michigan!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

Oaksterdam is a district on the edge of downtown Oakland, California. The neighborhood went from one of the poorest in town to an economic powerhouse thanks to a concentration of medical marijuana industry – dispensaries, cafes and a hydroponics shop – along with ordinary but cool shops selling gifts, musical instruments and bric a brac.

But, the flagship is Oaksterdam University, a business school for the medical cannabis industry. They help students navigate the law, grow, and prepare medicine.

The students are rapt in the cannabis classroom.

The students are rapt in the cannabis classroom.

Today I took their advanced course, a day of classes on police encounters, doing “cannabusiness” in Michigan, and growing. This last topic was taught by movement superhero Ed Rosenthal.

When the City of Oakland deputized Ed to provide medical marijuana, he decided to provide zillions of cuttings of different strains to the local growers. The Feds “caught” him in 2002, and charged him with various crimes. He was convicted at trial, doubtless because the jury was not allowed to hear that Ed was working on behalf of the City of Oakland and obeying state and local law! Then, he was sentenced to one day of time served – something that pissed him off, since he should be treated like any other grower. The charges are still being batted about from court to court, though Ed has probably served all the time he’s going to. Now he’s back to answering growers’ questions.

The training is great for anyone who wants to work in this field, or provide medicine for themselves or loved ones. It is key to do things right, since people’s health is on the line and the legal risks are relatively high.

At this time, the cannabis industry is establishing standards so that the government will follow suit. That is, the government will adopt industry standards into its regulations — and not impose a different set of crazily impractical or invasive rules. Anyone who is part of the cannabis industry, better be part of the movement!

As a take home message, all red-blooded Americans should demonstrate their patriotism by repeating the following phrases, out loud, as a daily affirmation:

“I do not consent to any search.”

“I will not answer any questions until I speak with my lawyer.”

The Cold Aisle Makes Me Sick

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on September 4, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

My girlfriend Tamara and I recently came down with cases of what I presume to be swine flu, based on the way Tam’s lungs filled with nasty, rasping fluids. We had fevers, we coughed a whole lot, we got tired just from walking to the bathroom and back.

While suffering, I went to the local drugstore to see what good drugs I could score… and walked away empty-handed.

For the stuffy noses we occasionally suffered (between bouts of coughing), I could have gone up to the pharmacy desk and signed for some pseudoephedrine – what folks used to call Sudafed. That stuff actually works, but it is no longer in the cold aisle since someone could buy 100 boxes, grind up the pills and extract the pseudoephedrine, and convert it to methamphetamine. But, it wasn’t quite worth signing for. The alternative phenylephrine seems to be an utterly inert placebo.

Speaking of the pharmacy desk, there was a time when you could get codeine cough syrup up there. That is pretty good for stopping a cough. Zillions of cold sufferers have used it, and I doubt if any of them became addicted to this opiate medication. What is the fun in taking it when you’re sick? But, because people who weren’t sick were having fun, the syrup is now by prescription only.

Resigned to buying medicine from the cold aisle, I figured on getting some dextromethorphan capsules. “DXM” was invented by tinkering with an opioid to remove its pain-killing and euphoria-inducing properties. What remained was a somewhat inferior ability to suppress coughs. It’s commonly available in syrups which I won’t drink because, damn, being sick sucks enough. I am not fooled into thinking that the thickness and horrible taste of a liquid indicates the strength of the medicine. (Codeine syrup might be worth drinking, because it actually works to my satisfaction).

The DXM capsules were nowhere to be found! I can’t find any information that they’ve been pulled from the market, but it is possible that the store stopped carrying them over concern about abuse potential. While the good doctors succeeded in making a cough suppressant with no heroin-like effects, high doses of DXM cause some weird buzzes. A person’s body sense is distorted, hallucinations can occur, etc. The only DXM capsules available in the cold aisle were laced with acetaminophen (Tylenol).

Holy crap! Everything was laced with acetaminophen! Every multi-symptom cold remedy certainly had it, so that it could advertise itself as fighting aches and pains. It was easy to see, since every box now carries a little yellow acetaminophen warning on the corner. I suppose it’s used instead of aspirin or ibuprofen because of fear of Reye’s Syndrome. Too bad that drinking even a couple of drinks a day activates a liver enzyme that converts acetaminophen into a deadly liver toxin. Guess those remedies aren’t an option for me!

Since everything effective was unavailable or laced with a popular poison, I had to walk away. We rested, we drank hot tea and plenty of fluids, we took really hot showers and coughed up phlegm. It was a miracle of modern medicine that we had absolutely no medicine to help us.

Actually, we smoked a little pot to keep the coughing productive – smoked marijuana is an expectorant, like guaifenesin. I have to consider too, that there may have been some medications for flu that were not with the cold medicines. Nonetheless, I distinctly got the feeling that to treat your own illness effectively, you have to work against the medical industry.

Think I’ll give up living…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on May 16, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

…and play Cave Story instead.

When my mind is melted by the horrors surrounding me, I take great solace in science fiction stories. The more unlikely, the better (the only thing we really know about the far future is that it will be surprising).

This is a platform (“Mario-style”) game about saving the Mimiga race (humanoid bunnies) from a power-crazed Doctor, mostly in a cave. It features fan-hatched level editors and is deeply built, with Easter Eggs and alternate endings.

It might be kinda hard for some folks, reflex-wise. Note that I’ve made it to two of the endings, having never beaten the original Super Mario Brothers.

Well, the game has sustained me through a bummer of a time here, but it is time to go back to living and blogging now…

Evolutionary Thinking

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

People like evolutionary psychologists and paleologists love to explain features of nature in terms of their evolutionary adaptability. Sometimes the relationship between the features and their evolution is clear: light moths live near light-barked trees, where they can hide while resting. Dark moths live near dark-barked trees. Blacken the light-barked trees with soot, and in a few generation the moths have adapted by “turning” black. Actually the genes for white moth wings were disproportionately devoured by marauding bird flocks…

This story makes sense, and you can actually use it to make some simple predictions.

Today I was writing about the constituents of cannabis resin, and imagined a highly religious audience (don’t ask). How would I explain the natural function of cannabis resin?

I have a lot of ideas about this topic. First of all it is sticky and grows on tiny little hairs, each ending in a “glob” or “goober.” (In informal stoner lingo, this is known as a “trichome”). The sticky little hairs and globs must really annoy the tiniest categories of mites and aphids and whatnot, just by tripping them up.

Then, the resin is smelly. That might repel some herbivores, or maybe attract creatures who eat and poop out seeds. Pollinators don’t seem to be a concern with cannabis flowers, though.

The weirdest part of the resin is the cannabinoids. Many creatures, though not insects, will be affected by cannabinoids because they have an “endocannabinoid” system in their bodies. The plant’s “phytocannabinoids” are presumably imitation endocannabinoids, meant to change the way animals act. Maybe birds don’t like cannabinoids and wait until mature seed has dropped from the flowering top, in order to avoid getting unpleasantly stoned? Maybe herbivores get loaded and forget where those delicious plants were located? Or maybe some creatures like what phytocannabinoids do to them, and so they hang around the cannabis patch controlling pestilential spider mites.

Unfortunately, I can make any and all of these explanations into an evolutionary story. I can look into what cannabis does in nature, declare that it must be adaptive because it occurs in nature, and soon enough my explanation is backed by the weight of Darwin’s theory.

As I was doing my resinous write-up, it occurred to me that evolutionary arguments might offend some of my hypothetical religious audience. I could wimp out and add a disclaimer: “these views represent an opinion based only on a theory… apply intelligent design if you like, at my level of knowledge it explains the function of cannabis resin just as well as natural selection!”

In other words, in this case, intelligent design and natural selection bring us to the same place. Why are the cannabinoids so weird? Because they are the only plant compounds whose function is to mess with the endocannabinoid system of an animal. Either they evolved that way as cannabis competed in the natural world, or God made it that way. Since neither explanation added any substance to my essay, I left them both out!

Seeing the two theories side-by-side in this way made Deism understandable, the so-called rationalist belief that the world was designed by God, wound up, and left to run on its own. To Benjamin Franklin and his ilk, the world was understandable because they could count on things in it being designed, and thus carrying out functions. Look in any biology book today and see how every molecule and ion of life is described in terms of its function, just as if it were designed for the purpose. Further, the Deists must have conceived of geology and weather as purposeful events… an idea now supported by the Gaia theory of our planet as a self-regulating system.

I don’t believe in Deism or Intelligent Design, nor do I believe Gaia is an intelligence regulating geology and climate in a truly “purposeful” way — no intelligence, no mind in which to hold a purpose. The accumulating adjustments of evolution are more satisfactory to my overall worldview.

Why not teach Intelligent Design as what it really is — Deism? God is not miraculously creating right now — but he designed everything on Earth and in the Heavens. We can expect to find his/her purposes throughout the natural world. We’ll look in everything for a working design — hearts to pump, gills to breathe and volcanoes to mix up the elements of Earth’s crust.

This Deism was supplanted by a view that systems with a continual energy flux can become self-organizing, most dramatically through the evolution of life. Nowadays, scientists continue to refer to the functions of body parts and ecological actors as if they worked by design. But, this is like us referring to the sun rising in the East and setting in the West — true enough, but don’t we really orbit the sun?

If we can teach pre-Copernican theories of the universe, why not teach Intelligent Design? The trick is, to teach it truthfully so that students can get an idea of where each theories’ value starts and ends. There is a terrible tendency in our culture to say, “in any controversial issue, we must make both positions appear to be equally well supported. This is called being fair and objective.” How about dipping a toe in reality and reporting truthfully on the waters? A deeper look, into issues better understood than cannabis resin, will clearly support evolution every time. Just look at the development of life up the layers of sediment!

On the same note, when someone tells you “boys are naturally loud because evolution has programmed them to be aggressive,” or “you can’t be a healthy vegetarian because you evolved to eat meat,” assume they are blowing smoke up your ass. As little as we know about the origins of our species, anyone can make up any story and make it appear to make sense. These stories should be no more valid to the skeptical mind than someone saying, “a woman’s place is in the home because God made her as man’s helpmate.”

Applications and signatures, hurray!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

Paperwork has a bad name. The Kalamazoo Coalition for Pragmatic Cannabis Laws exists all to change Kalamazoo’s painfully boring code of ordinances… largely by gathering signatures on forms. (They would like to change Kalamazoo’s law to bind law enforcement into treating cannabis crimes as lowest priority.)

Then consider how happy this crowd was on April 6, to turn in a bunch of 4-page applications to the Health Department in Lansing…

Drug Conference Blathers Self to Sleep

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

The United Nations Committee on Narcotic Drugs conference was mainly the same old crap about investing more in the tools of the Drug War. In their declaration, the most common declarative was “reaffirm,” plus “support” of the status quo, a “note” and “express our deep concern,” an “acknowledge” and a “welcome” to the NGOs for their input.

The NGOs’ recommendations were totally ignored but they made enough noise to be entertaining. Students for Sensible Drug Policy offers some great coverage, including UN and NGO documents and a film of street theater produced by the Hungarian Civil Liberties Union.

Police Rob, Shoot Innocent Victims

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 9, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

To a great extent, the violence of the Drug War is perpetrated by people just doing their job. The government “of the people” tasks police with kidnapping drug users and workers, and stealing their drugs, money, and property. Well, we need the police to a certain extent (cities have gone crazy when the police struck), and they aren’t the ones who crafted the insane policies they carry out. Some cops even work to end the Drug War, for instance, Law Enforcement Against Prohibition.

Sometimes police officers seem awfully ready to provoke or escalate the violence.

I am the law. I don’t understand the law.

On the evening of Monday, March 30, 2009, police with the Madison Heights Special Investigation Unit forcibly entered the home of Bob and Tori Redden and served them a warrant. The “Investigators” then searched the home and seized an ounce of weed, twenty-one baby marijuana plants, whatever cash was on hand and some personal records (why steal the cash? these people were obviously still spending money in the marijuana market, so it wasn’t drug money.)

So far, so normal. However, Bob and Tori are medical marijuana patients with their doctor’s recommendations! This means that they cannot be convicted for possession of up to 5 ounces of marijuana or 24 plants! The applicable law and regulations are available through Michigan’s website, of course. However, the Department of Community Health has yet to explain the program in idiot-proof public relations language. This allows for weaselly Police Chief Kevin Sagan to whine, “The dilemma for law enforcement is we don’t have those rules yet.”

Hang on there, Chief Sagan! You didn’t understand the law so you went ahead and raided someone’s home?! Is this a policy of “arrestable until proven innocent?”

Michigan’s medical mj community has offered the Reddens a bit of support. First, MMMA members zipped out to the spot to replace the door the cops had battered down. Then, lawyer Robert Mullen offered pro bono services for the Reddens’ defense. I’m sure he will give Chief Sagan an education in the medical marijuana law.

Does your right to self-defense end before you can cover your eyes?

On the night of Wednesday, March 11, police knocked on the glass back door of Derek Copp’s “off-campus” apartment with flashlights out, acting on a drug warrant. Derek, a film major, moved to shield his eyes from the light and was shot in the chest for it. The bullet cracked two ribs and ripped through a lung before lodging in Derek’s relatively durable liver.

There followed days of student protest at Grand Valley State, during which no one knew why Derek had been shot, only that there had been no struggle nor any explanation from the Ottawa County Sheriff’s Department for the shooting. Word of the cause of the shooting spread from Derek’s father.

It’s hard to say how this case will turn out. The Sheriff’s Department has conducted an inquiry and turned it over to prosecutor Jefferey Fink for review. Derek was released from the hospital and almost made it back to class until returning to the hospital to have his chest cavity drained. (He’s out again, but not yet back to school.) I think the best remedy for Derek might be massively punitive civil damages.

In Derek’s apartment the cops found — shocker — a bag of weed! Maybe they knew the weed was in there because Derek is a peace-loving scruffy liberal who listens to Phish. The cops won’t say exactly what they were looking for, but it was part of a narcotics investigation.

Why so ready to bust down doors and / or shoot people? If one of us is a criminal and the cops have to capture her, shouldn’t they offer a peaceful resolution before the surprise attack?

It is just insane to have law enforcement busting down patients’ doors or “shining” and popping hippies over a bag of weed. The SWAT team doesn’t swoop down on citizens for their unpaid parking tickets or your typical probation violation, so why all this pressure on nonviolent drug users — even those, like Bob and Tori, who act within the law? The cops aren’t doing themselves any favors by acting so aggressively; they’re only adding danger to their mission.

Action on the Barricades

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

This year’s Hash Bash was a big one. My girlfriend Tamara and I goofed around “on stage” until the wind and cold in the shadow of Michigan’s Grad Library drove us inside. The crowd was impressive from up there!crowd

Marvin and Tamara on the Grad Library steps.
There are Marvin and Tamara on the Grad Library steps. George Sherfield is standing back there with a sign protesting the shooting of Derek Copp.

After the Bash, I dealt with moving my car to a free spot (no easy task in Ann Arbor) and moseyed on down to Monroe Street Fair.monroe-street There were quite a few tents, activist and artistic. My old Flint organization, the Creative Alliance fielded a booth representing three allied bands, Glowb, the October Babies and Raspakalolo. It is good to see them out “on tour” from their Flint home base — many pot activists wish the weed movement would have a more celebratory culture, pretty much the thing that the C.A. exists to carry. The horizontally-organized C.A. is made up of artists collaborating through many different media, events and shared marketing.

Greg Francisco and Tamara in front of the Michigan Medical Marijuana Association booth.

Greg Francisco and Tamara in front of the Michigan Medical Marijuana Association booth.

The Michigan pot community is still geeked about victory for the Michigan Medical Marihuana Act. On Monday, April 6 2009, the Michigan Department of Community Health begins accepting applications for patient and caregiver registration cards.

Hemp shoes, lotion, fabric swatches and assorted bric-a-brac at the MI-HEMP table

Hemp shoes, lotion, fabric swatches and assorted bric-a-brac at the MI-HEMP table

During the Fair, an ambulance pulled up while I was standing by the orange traffic barrier at one end of the fair. I grabbed someone’s cooler and pulled it out of the street while others removed the barricade, and then I helped put the barrier back. Yeah! I am a real hardcore activist who has seen action on the barricades!

I think that there were no major injuries, as I can’t find any news items related to happenings at this year’s Fair.

Dan and Tamara fearlessly man the barricades

Dan and Tamara fearlessly man the barricades

There were drug reform events in Ann Arbor from Friday evening until Sunday evening.

Super-reformer Ethan Nadelman gestures emphatically at Sunday's Midwestern Students for Sensible Drug Policy convention

Ethan Nadelman gestures emphatically

I do love running up and down Michigan, Ohio and sometimes the nation being an activist, but it drains the body and wallet! It’s worth it, because soaking in the culture and talking to my face-to-face keeps .

Activist Drama

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

What do you get when you put three activists in a convention hall? Two organizations and a faction.

A reform organization I work with is straining, possibly headed for a break. Are they suffering from a long slough of political defeat? Did their leadership squander their war chest on conferences in Hawai’i?

No, the Reform Organization of Folkie Leftists was just coming off of a massive victory, the culmination of 5-year series of campaigns.
The tragedy lay in the discovery of ROFL’s bylaws.

Let me start at the beginning… ROFL began around the turn of the millennium. They incorporated with a Board of Directors made up of some of the original organizers, who soon decided to hold elections to select the next Board. Elections became a yearly tradition.

During this time, ROFL functioned as a network of folkie agitators across the region. Many campaign committees were spawned by the membership, scoring local victories for commie folk music. Other members traded off handling ROFL’s traveling information booth, from which they agitated the workers and peddled Woody Guthrie T-shirts. Yet others stayed at home on the ‘net newshawking folk music stories and writing letters to the editor.

Then, ROFL’s bylaws were unearthed by excavation machinery on a construction site. They strangely declared that there was no membership. They declared that Board members served indefinite terms, with replacements appointed by the Board.

The Board promptly altered ROFL’s formal policy to that described in the bylaws, as their general counsel advised. The bylaws would be fixed later, in the meantime everybody had to pull together for the success of the big campaign. The nonmembers gladly entered choruses of “We Shall Overcome” and worked harder than ever, neglecting only the yearly election.

Lately, some directors on the board have been indicating that they prefer the “directorship” form of organization, wherein there are no members with rights or responsibilities, and operation of the organization is strictly in the hands of the Board!

Some board members are on the directorship side, some the democracy side. Same with the nonmembers. ROFL is being consumed by the intrigue and drama, their e-mail list aflame! There are dark warnings of outside takeover, and any folkie who opens their mouth has their working-class roots questioned mercilessly.

You might wonder what this scrappy organization has that is worth fighting over. Without the membership, all it has is a few grand in the bank and the corporate name.

Hash Bash opens the festival season

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2009 by edgewoodbleak

Anarchist James was over for a birthday party last night, and when everyone was rowdy drunk, he yelled “Let’s go out in public!”

“It’s too cold,” I answered. “I never go out in public before Hash Bash.”

For me, the season of outdoor festivals and street rallies begins with the Bash, only to end indeterminately in mid-September. If you really push it, Michigan can be enjoyable 6 months out of the year.

The Hash Bash, an annual celebration of pot culture and freedom fighters, is roughly the anniversary of the Free John Sinclair rally. A hippie leader was sentenced to serve 10 years in prison for selling a narc 2 joints, resulting in mass protest that resulted in his early release and the lessening of Ann Arbor’s pot penalties. A further consequence is that it’s now illegal for a locality in Michigan to serve up less-harsh penalties in its book of ordinances (the Ann Arbor law is grandfathered in).

John Sinclair’s manager and Hash Bash poobah Adam Brook insists that the Hash Bash is supposed to be a smoke-in protest, but no one wants to light up since campus police will try to arrest you, and if successful try you under State law (not the gentle Ann Arbor law). Brook suggests smoking a personal joint, as cops may look at passing the smoke as evidence it’s not tobacco.

The Bash will be on Saturday, April 4 in Ann Arbor. At 11:00 am, protesters will gather around the Federal Building on Liberty between 5th and Division. I guess we will protest the continued DEA raids on medical facilities. At noon, we gather on the Diag (located by the Hatcher Graduate Library) for the Hour of Power, including a frenetic speech by Marvin Marvin and tributes to Mae Nutt and Chef Ra. Then there is partying on Monroe Street in front of Dominic’s Bar all day and night.

After the Bash, the next thing is the Million Marijuana March in 215 cities around the world. Our local event is in Detroit. Not sure how impressive we are, but there are always sweet posters listing the cities on the back, and a good time to be had by all.

This year the global organizers are protesting the extradition of the “BC 3″ to the United States. Three Canadian legalization fighters are facing extradition for weed crimes they could only have committed, if at all, in Canada! They have never even visited the US. But the DEA would like to punish these people whose necks are sticking out for all the British Columbian marijuana that sneakier people bring into the States. BTW, follow the extradition link for a simple action to keep the 3 in Canada.

Next on the itinerary is the Ohio Hempfest. It’s May 30 on the Ohio State campus. It’s a big event with plenty of vendors and bands, and it crawls with cops who may be more interested in keeping the cannabis smoking invisible than with actually busting anyone.

After that, the summer months offer choices every weekend and by then I’ll be happy just to stay home and barbeque anyway.