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sabakos Ā· 2 years ago
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By a strange series of events, you are put in charge of a university's gen Ed "philosophy" program; what reading do you assign?
So the responsible thing to do here would be to make a well-balanced list of books that covers the "History of Ideas" in the West from Homer to Heidegger. But that's a well-travelled path and I'm assuming that this strange series of events does not presume any sort of responsibility on my part.
So instead, I'm taking the opportunity to recruit a bunch of unwitting "Great Books" undergrads to revive a philosophical movement that died out in the 6th century when Justinian effectively banned it.
Year 1
In the first year, students will develop a mastery of the ancient greek language, with a focus on texts that cover broad topics that do not require much prior knowledge or background, using Simplicius' commentaries as textbooks that can provide any needed context.
Semester 1
Language
Hansen and Quinn - Greek: An Intensive Course
Liddell, Scott, and Jones - A Greek-English Lexicon
Xenophon - Anabasis, Hellenica, Cyropaedeia, Memorabilia
Herodotus - Histories
An Introduction to Logic
Porphyry - Isagoge
Aristotle - Categories, On Interpretation
Simplicius - Commentary on Aristotle's Categories
An Introduction to Ethics
Pythagoras - Golden Verses
Hierocles - Commentary on the Golden Verses
Epictetus - Enchiridion
Simplicius - Commentary on the Enchiridion of Epictetus
Semester 2
Language
Georg Autenreith - A Homeric Dictionary
Homer - Odyssey, Iliad
An Introduction to Platonism
Theon of Alexandria - Mathematics Useful for the Reading of Plato
Anonymous Prolegomena to Platonic Philosophy
Plato - Alcibiades I, Gorgias, Phaedo
Porphyry - Sententiae
An Introduction to Physics
Aristotle - Physics, On the Heavens
Simplicius - Commentary on Physics, Commentary on the Heavens
Year 2
In the second year, students will translate the major works of Euripides and Aristophanes and work their way through the majority of the Iamblichean curriculum. Readings may be supplemented by Plotinus' Enneads where relevant as time permits.
Semester 1
Language
Hesiod - Works and Days, Theogony
Homeric Hymns to Demeter, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes
Euripides - Alcestis, Medea, Hippolytus, Andromache, Hecuba
Aristophanes - The Acharnians, The Knights, The Clouds, The Wasps, Peace
Platonic Logic
Heraclitus - Fragments
Anonymous Commentary on the Theaetetus
Parmenides - The Way of Truth
Plato - Cratylus, Theatetus, Sophist, Statesman
An Introduction to Theology
Damascius - On First Principles
Aristotle - Metaphysics
Alexander - Commentary on Aristotle's Metaphysics
Syrianus - Commentary on Aristotle's Metaphysics
Semester 2
Language
Pindar - Odes
Euripides - Trojan Women, Phoenician Women, Orestes, The Bacchae
Aristophanes - Thesmophoriazusae, Lysistrata, The Birds, The Frogs
Menander - Dyskolos
Platonic Ethics
Plato - Philebus, Symposium, Phaedrus
Damascius - Lectures on the Philebus
Introduction to Pythagoreanism
Iamblichus - On Pythagoreanism
Nicomachus - Introduction to Arithmetic
Sallustius - On the Nature of the World and the Cosmos
Year 3
The third year focuses on the "Perfect" Dialogues - each semester consists of a single course focusing on a single major Platonic dialogue. Students will work their way through the Proclean commentaries on each and write their own commentary on the Parmenides.
Semester 1
Plato's Timaeus
Plutarch - On the Generation of the World-Soul in the Timaeus
Alcinous - Handbook of Platonism
Proclus - Elements of Physics
Plato - Timaeus
Anonymous - Timaeus of Locri
Proclus - Commentary on Timaeus
Semester 2
Plato's Parmenides
Proclus - Elements of Theology
Plato - Parmenides
Proclus - Commentary on Parmenides
Proclus - Platonic Theology
Year 4
Students will learn the basics of allegorical interpretation from Porphyry, Philo, and Cornutus, and then apply this knowledge to the plays of Aeschylus and Sophocles, using Proclus' Hymns, and work on the Republic as a model. This year also provides a brief background into the historical practice of theurgy.
Semester 1
Introduction to Allegorical Commentary
Porphyry - On the Cave of the Nymphs, Homeric Questions
Philo of Alexandria - Questions and Answers on Genesis
Cornutus - Compendium of Greek Theology
Introduction to Theurgy
Plutarch - On Isis and Osiris
Hermes Trismegistus - The Perfect Discourse, The Pupil of the Cosmos
Porphyry - Letter to Anebo
Iamblichus - On the Mysteries
Julian - Hymn to the Mother of the Gods
Semester 2
Political Philosophy
Plato - Republic
Proclus - Commentary on the Republic
Drama, Theurgy, and Allegory
Proclus - Hymns
Orphic Hymns
Aeschylus - Oresteia, Persians, Seven Against Thebes, Suppliants
Sophocles - Ajax, Antigone, Oedipus Rex, Philoctetes
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carryonsimoncarryonbaz Ā· 5 years ago
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A very happy birthday to my dear @vkelleyart !! A little something to brighten your day and hopefully make you laugh!
Iā€™ve Been Everywhere
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I donā€™t think I would have given them a second look if it wasnā€™t for the wings.
You see a lot of unusual cosplay at Ren Faires. You see a lot of cleavage too, but Iā€™m not going to complain about that.
Some of the cosplay is amateur, homemade, but still in the mood of the whole thing, you know? And some of it is expert level, seriously slick.
Those wings were something else. Those wings were magic.
Itā€™s hard to spot Speakers. They blend in, glamour the obvious, layer on the mundanity, making it nearly impossible to catch even a glimmer of the magic they hold. They go out of their way to do it, to mask the magic.
Not these three. At least not in the usual way.
Granted they looked pretty run-of-the-mill at first sightā€”a chubby, Middle-eastern looking girl in something like anime cosplay, what with that school uniform look. The tall, dark-haired guy with the Anne Rice, modern vamp vibe. My eyes almost slid over the stocky dude with themā€“he was just so ordinary looking .
Until those wings popped.
Maybe that should have been my clue. The ordinary. But it didnā€™t feel like the way Speakers usually mask it.
Because once I took a good look at them, they were practically leaking magic everywhere. Like they failed a Subtlety of Magic class or something. Do they have classes for Speakers? Like schools where they learn to control the magic and filter it, to hide it in plain sight?
I wonder. Iā€™ve never heard about anything like that on the message boards.
These guys would obviously be dropouts, if they actually do have schools like that. They could use a semester of Remedial Magical Skills 101 or whatever theyā€™d call it.
Those wings got my attention. They looked so real, even from a distance. Fluid. Not like the mechanical stuff Iā€™ve seen before. And there was that weird thrum in the air when they popped out.
I mean, Iā€™m not saying I can sense Speakers or anything, but thereā€™s definitely been a change since the whole demon incident. Like I crossed a threshold or something, with magical beings? Like a veil was lifted, maybe.
I can spot them a lot better. Most of the time.
These three though. They didnā€™t look like much at first glance but they may as well have had SPEAKERS tattooed on their foreheads, the way they were acting. As if I could stay away from that.
I donā€™t know what was up with all that nonsense they were doing at the Faire. Wands out in the open. Magical words flying. Poorly, at that.
They really must be dropouts or complete dumb-asses or have gone rogue or something. No magicians would ever risk being so blatantly obvious with their magic.
I mean, Iā€™ve followed other Speakers before and Iā€™ve never seen a hint of a wand or heard a whisper of a spell cast out loud. Iā€™ve read up on itā€”on the web, on the message boards, heard from other people who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the magic workers doing their thing.
Iā€™ve managed a few words with one or two myself.
But theyā€™re evasive, secretive. They donā€™t talk about magic, they donā€™t even admit theyā€™re magic. And they most certainly donā€™t go around sprouting functional dragon wings, decapitating fellow vampires with funky spells and using wands in public.
Iā€™d be surprised if these three arenā€™t on some delinquent wanted list.
I trailed them when they left the Faire. For a whole mess of reasons.
Theyā€™re intriguing, for one. Iā€™ve always wanted to know more about Speakers. These guys, theyā€™re so out of control, so careless with it. I thought maybe this was finally my chance. My chance to get in with Speakers, find out what I can about them. Research, you know?
Theyā€™re nothing like the ones Iā€™ve read about, the ones Iā€™ve sweet-talked into spending a bit of time with me.
A witch-girl who decapitates first, asks questions later.
Berserker fly-boy.
And then that magical vampire. Thatā€™s a new one. A vampire with a wand. Who kills other vampires. Iā€™d have said they were some sort of elite, covert, vampire infiltration squad, what with the decapitation and dusting they unleashed a few hours ago on the local Dracula crowd.
If they werenā€™t so completely inept at the covert part of that equation.
Maybe theyā€™ve got something to do with the Next Blood.
Not that I got a chance to ask. They bugged out of there before I could get close enough to start chatting, introduce myself, get a conversation going.
They probably wouldnā€™t have given me the time of day, being magicians. Even though I helped that homely Edward Cullen wannabe with his spell. Heā€™d have been dusted if I hadnā€™t.
I get why he chose to stick with the vampire cosplay. I mean, I can see it. Camouflage yourself in plain sight. It makes sense. Puts people off your trail.
Heā€™s pale. And heā€™s got a widowā€™s peak.
But still. The circles under his eyes kind of detract from the look. And that crooked nose. Itā€™s kind of the first thing you noticeā€”it really takes over his face, like heā€™s all nose. Overly groomed eyebrows, far too heavy with the foundation, and then that honker. Yeah. Heā€™s no Edward Cullen, thatā€™s for sure.
I canā€™t believe theyā€™re driving right into a Quiet Zone. Youā€™d think theyā€™d know what a bad idea that is. But then again, these three seem mighty clueless for magicians. Or vampires. Or harpy hybrids. Whatever they are.
It was quick thinking by Edward (Iā€™m just going to call him Edward, itā€™s easier) to act like it was all a show. That might work for run-of-the-mill Normals. But anyone like meā€”or a demon in disguise, any Maybe reallyā€“wouldnā€™t be fooled.
Not with them spilling magic like that. Iā€™ve never seen anything like it. Spells, magic fire, the dude bro guy literally flying. (Iā€™m going to call him Kevin, itā€™s easier.)
It was unreal.
I flash the brights. I donā€™t know how to get these idiots to pull over. If theyā€™re driving right at it, theyā€™ve got no clue what trouble theyā€™re getting themselves into.
I flash the brights again. The Mustang just speeds up.
Mustangs arenā€™t made for late night drag races on gravel. I try to stay close behind. They come back onto the main road just before the Henge.
Well, thatā€™s it. Just crossed into the Quiet Zone.
I speed up.
The Mustang practically does a donut as it turns into the parking lot. No idea how to drive either. They need more than some friendly adviceā€“they need a handler. Like a chaperone or something.
I pull up in front of them. Cut the engine and the lights. Get out.
ā€œHi.ā€
They donā€™t trust me but at least they let me get them out of that mess with Jeff Arnold. Never a good idea to cross Jeff or any of his posse.
And I was right about this crew. They are careless. The girlā€“Pennyā€“she just magicked her way in here, into this hotel room, without a care in the world. Then she cast half a dozen spells on the other two. Simon and Baz. (Iā€™ll have to stop calling them Kevin and Edward in my head.)
Spell after spell, to try to get the skunk funk off. Itā€™s not as bad as it was, Iā€™ll say that. Not as good as it would have been if weā€™d had tomato soup, but I doubt thereā€™s a spell for bringing bathtubs of soup into existence.
She just cast them all in front of me, like I didnā€™t even exist. I expect theyā€™re going to try something on me. I wouldnā€™t put it past them. Theyā€™re not masking their distrust, I can tell you that. Not the first time Iā€™ve dealt with that and Iā€™m sure not the last. Iā€™m used to it by now.
These three donā€™t seem to be following any set playbook, just reacting to situations as they come up. I suppose you could call it resourceful and bold, but that doesnā€™t fly with the local Maybes or the resident Speakers.
Not the way itā€™s supposed to be done. Thereā€™ll be a reckoning if they donā€™t watch out.
Thatā€™s where I come in, if I can smooth talk them well enough to get past their defenses. Pennyā€™s fierce, Iā€™ll give her that. Put a proverbial knife to my throat while I was driving the getaway car. I donā€™t know if thatā€™s sheer bravado or stupid desperation. Probably both.
I should be able to bring her around. If she ever lets me get to talking, that is.
They all look like hell. Grubby, exhausted, the faint aroma of skunk still clinging to them.
Iā€™m right about Baz though. Heā€™s a vampire, no question. Took a chestful of shotgun pellets and lived to tell. I donā€™t know if lived is necessarily the right word.
Survived might be more accurate. I know people call them the undead but I didnā€™t really believe it until I got up close and personal with this guy. Scrawnier than the Twilight vamps and a lot less sparkly, for one. Almost as fast though, when he was running alongside the truck.
But thereā€™s a weird innocence to him. I donā€™t know if thatā€™s the right word.
I mean, heā€™s fierce too. Cold as ice, grimly menacing. Certainly not afraid to play with fire, which seems a bit risky to me, considering.
No qualms about incinerating his own kind, thatā€™s for sure.
Iā€™ve seen vampires before, from a distance. Like the ones at the Faire. Theyā€™re pale and arrogant, powerful and vicious.
None of them ever looked quite this lost.
He and Penny collapsed on the bed by the window almost as soon as we got in the room. I hadnā€™t pegged them as a pair, but it works, I guess, if you squint.
Opposites attract, so they say.
And they are opposites, at least in looks. Heā€™s tall and lanky, pale as the moon, all sharp edges. Sheā€™s short and round, warm brown skin, warm brown eyes. At least theyā€™re warm when sheā€™s looking at the two of them. Theyā€™re blazing and accusatory when theyā€™re on me, thatā€™s for sure.
Still, theyā€™re nice eyes.
Edwardā€™sā€”I mean Bazā€™sā€”nose is even more noticeable up close. Itā€™s like they fitted him with the wrong size? Like it was made for a much larger person. Someone with a broader face. And itā€™s too high, like it needs to be shoved down a half inch. Thatā€™d probably make the proportions even worse, what with that wide mouth of his.
Was his mouth always that way, I wonder? Or did it get bigger because of the fangs?
I have so many questions.
Doesnā€™t look like Iā€™m getting any answers tonight. Penny and Baz fall asleep in minutes, not even bothering to get under the covers.
So itā€™s just me and Winged Victory over here. Heā€™s got his back to the door, like some threatening sphinx guarding the exit.
The sphinx I ran into last March was far more attractive.
I canā€™t tell if Simonā€™s got freckles in his acne scars or scars on his freckles. In any event heā€™s got literal craters on his face. And so many freckles. Big ones, small ones, clusters of them.
Itā€™s like some pint-sized Jackson Pollock shook a paint-laden brush at him. Repeatedly.
I donā€™t know what to make of him. He was like some Biblical avenging angel, wielding cosplay swords like they were the real thing this afternoon. Staking vampires like itā€™s his literal job.
I donā€™t know. Maybe it is.
Simonā€™s got a scar that runs down across his left eyebrow. Splits it in two, with a little bare patch in the middle. His arms are crossed over his chest at the moment. Heā€™s got scars all over them too--wide, silvery scars. Thin pale ones. Puckered gouges that look like they were left by claws.
Heā€™s glaring at me, but Iā€™m used to that from Maybes. At least until they get to know me.
I just smile back.
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biophytopharm Ā· 5 years ago
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Principal Chinese Herb Types
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Principal Chinese Herb Types
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betsynagler Ā· 8 years ago
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I Want a New Drug, or, The Wrong Four Years To Stop Sniffing Glue
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Iā€™ve always had a pretty positive relationship with alcohol. I know this isnā€™t true of many people, especially women, but in my own life, I really canā€™t think of any negative experiences that befell me because I drank too much. I always knew that my parents drank but not to excess. They were the kind of people that had a coffee table that opened up into a bar because everyone did in the 70s, but pretty much the only time anyone went in there was to get rum for cooking, or to bring out weird bottles of stuff that nobody really wanted to try but my father had picked up somewhere out of curiosity (like Goldwasser, which exists becauseā€¦alchemy?). The first time I remember having alcohol was trying egg nog at one of my parentsā€™ New Yearā€™s Eve parties, all of which I have fond memories of as being fine times when lots of adults came over and were more friendly to me than usual (and no, not in an icky way). I had my first buzz at maybe 15, off white sangria at a Spanish restaurant in Newark, also with my parents, and it was very pleasant. I started drinking with friends not that long after, thanks to a liquor store, also in Newark, that sold to minors with fake IDs that every teenager in the suburbs knew about. As is typical with privileged suburban kids taking advantage of urban blight, nothing bad ever happened to any of us, except maybe for the time the friend buying the alcohol for a party got arrested for having too much alcohol in a vehicle, which apparently is against the law in New Jersey, probably to prevent exactly what we were doing ā€” but even that just turned into a good story. There was also the time I had a small party at my house while my parents were away, and some things got broken ā€” a bean bag chair (someone rode it down the stairs), the screen door (probably by the same someone, though I donā€™t know how). My brother even told my parents about the party, but again, it just turned into a funny story for them to tell my relatives at Thanksgiving, because they knew I was a responsible kid. The first time I got drunk at college resulted in my first hangover, thanks to the Everclear-laced ā€œjungle juiceā€ served at the Theta Xi fraternity, but thereafter, I was careful about tasty punches, and didnā€™t have another hangover for three years (until the quarter I spent at Oxford my junior year, and that was because England + Stanford students = mixing Kahlua with, like, everything). My first time throwing up from drinking wasnā€™t until my 30s. It took me until then to realize that three martinis was too many, but again, I learned my lesson, and have only been sick from drinking one time since ā€” so thatā€™s twice ever.
Things changed a bit some time in my 30s, when I started to have stomach issues. I actually wrote something about this years ago when I felt like I was doing better. It does that, my stomach, goes through periods of being better and worse. I started taking probiotics and that seemed to make things better, and I confirmed that by going off them and discovering that that seemed to make things worse, so now I definitely take probiotics. I also realized, through more totally unscientific experimentation (otherwise known as ā€œeating and drinkingā€) that acid reflux was a factor. This is why I donā€™t drink coffee any more, and try to avoid spicy food (which is tough when your favorite cuisines are Indian, Thai, Chinese, Tibetan, Malaysian, Mexican ā€” yes, basically anything spicy), and too much juice, and tomato sauce, and a handful of other things. Oh, and alcohol. However, whereas coffee gives me literally immediate acid reflux which turns into a stomach ache within half an hour, with alcohol, if Iā€™ve been good in other ways, I can usually get away with it here and there without suffering major consequences. Itā€™s only on the third night or so of drinking a couple of glasses of wine that it becomes apparent that something is very very bad and I need to stop. How can I tell? Oh, something about the combination of a burning sensation in my throat, tightness in my chest, the taste of acid in my mouth in the morning, the need to clear my throat incessantly, and a somewhat diminished appetite from just feeling kind of gross ā€” all of which one can easily ignore if you like drinking as much as I do.
Because hereā€™s the thing: thanks to a combination of genetics, common sense, and control issues, a fairly small amount of alcohol has always really been enough to make me happy. Having a couple of drinks removes my inhibitions and anxiety just enough that I feel like a more outgoing, more carefree version of myself, who can dance. Iā€™m really, at heart, an awkward, shy person, something of an introvert, which means Iā€™m basically much more comfortable in all social situations after one to two drinks. I canā€™t be sure that Iā€™m truly wittier and more fun at that point, but I certainly feel like I am, and that makes a huge difference in helping me get to being that person. Going beyond that, however, to where Iā€™m aware of the fact that Iā€™m not in control ā€” slurring my speech, walking in a wavy line, saying embarrassing things ā€” I do not like, at all. I find it hard to relate to people who get black-out drunk, or who make serious mistakes that they wouldnā€™t make when they were sober, because Iā€™m too self-conscious to be unaware that Iā€™m losing my grip en route to getting there. Even in cases where I had sex with people after drinking that I later regretted, I had already made the decision to have the sex before I started drinking; it was just part of the follow-through. Sadly, thatā€™s how I roll. I think too much, and while drinking makes me think less, even well-lubricated I am still way too aware of how people are reacting to me, and that is a major buzz kill. So Iā€™d just rather not get to the point where Iā€™m doing stuff that makes me feel stupid ā€” walking funny, slurring my speech, laughing too loud ā€” and thatā€™s pretty much what happens at drink #3/4 in the course of one evening. Basically, something has to be really, really wrong for me to get to that place.
So of course, the only time in recent memory that I got that drunk was on election night. I had bourbon. I never drink bourbon. I had two ā€” after a martini, and before a final glass of wine. That was over about five hours, mind you (although the bartender got more and more generous as he realized that we were all doomed), and still I stumbled home, already feeling ill, from the bar where Iā€™d been watching the returns come in, got no sleep ā€” thatā€™s another thing that happens when I drink that I could easily ignore when I was younger: it really messes up my sleep ā€” and had to go to work the next day at the unfairly early hour of 10 am. Luckily, the job was easy and my boss was sympathetic (we were all fucking freaking out if you recall), but that day and the several after that was reminder that I really, really, cannot do that any more.
But when the world is going to shit, itā€™s really, really hard to stop drinking. I get home from work after a long day, during which I do something which can be somewhat stressful for work and spend my downtime on set on Facebook or Twitter or reading the news, or talking to people about the news and Facebook and Twitter, and I want a drink. Just one glass of wine, thatā€™s all. Nope, now, I canā€™t do that regularly, my stomach isnā€™t having it. If Iā€™ve had a few glasses of wine over the weekend, there has to be a cooling down period of at least a few days, preferably longer, or else the irritation keeps building. As a result, I now have to prioritize my drinking. Like, when do I really need to have a drink and when do I not? ā€œWhatā€™s that look like?ā€ you may ask. Hereā€™s the list Iā€™ve come up with, in order of priority:
1) Networking events.
2) When I wake up in the middle of the night and canā€™t get back to sleep because Iā€™m freaking out over the state of the world.
3) When itā€™s late and I canā€™t sleep because Iā€™ve been spending too much time looking at Facebook/Twitter/NY Times app freaking out over the state of the world, and I have to get up the next day.
4) Family get-togethers.
5) Parties.
6) Tapas bars.
7) When itā€™s late and Iā€™ve been spending too much time on Facebook/Twitter and I donā€™t have to get up the next day, but Iā€™d still like to be functional in the morning.
8) Just for fun at a restaurant or bar.
Note that ā€œJust for funā€ has fallen to the bottom of the list. Now, you might ask, ā€œArenā€™t parties also ā€˜Just for fun,ā€™?ā€ and the answer would be ā€œYes, mostly,ā€ but they rank higher on the scale of alcohol necessity because they generally involve socializing with larger groups of people, many of whom I may not have met before, barely know, and/or wouldnā€™t normally hang out with, so letā€™s just say that when it comes to parties, the amount of alcohol tends to be more directly proportional to the amount of fun had (introverts, back me up here, I know you know what Iā€™m talking about). And tapas bars also rank above ā€œJust for funā€ even though, again, they are fun, because I went to Spain two years ago and seriously, whatā€™s the point of a tapas bar without wine? Anyway, my point is: this list is sad. Living in NYC, nearly my entire social life in my 20s and 30s took place in bars, and now, my drinking priorities are first and foremost about not so much enjoying myself as about getting by.
I realized, given the current state of things ā€” did I mention that Iā€™m also on an email list called, ā€œWhat The Fuck Just Happened Todayā€? ā€” that I needed to find another way to take the edge off, and since I wasn't actually going to start sniffing glue, I decided to give marijuana a try as a replacement. My experiences with pot have also been fairly positive, but not nearly as frequent. I've probably been stoned a grand total of less than 20 times in my entire life, and this despite the fact that my relationship to weed also began at a youthful age. My parents smoked pot, but that was more of a deterrent than anything else: nothing reduces the cool quotient of drugs as a teenager like having your parents do them. Nevertheless, it would have been kind of hard to avoid at my high school, which had a reputation for stoners, and lots of people in my peer group seemed to have ready access to it. I had to try weed several times before I actually got high, though, perhaps since I never smoked cigarettes, so the whole breathing smoke into your lungs thing was kind of alien to me. My friendā€™s (possibly underage and who eventually came out of the closet. Yep: suburbia) boyfriend at the time had to make it his mission to get me stoned one night, using a gravity bong ā€” basically one half of an emptied liter bottle, with a bowl made out of the cap enhanced with aluminum foil, half submerged in a bucket of water. When you light the bowl at the top, you lift the bottle up in the water, and the suction draws the smoke out and fills the plastic half-liter with it. Then you take the cap off, put your mouth over the top of the bottle, and push down on it as you breathe in, which forces a lot of pot smoke into your lungs. Who says physics canā€™t be fun? So that worked, and all of my friends who were there that night enjoyed watching me be stoned, which still didn't decrease the fun of it, because they were all stoned too. Ever since, Iā€™ve generally had fun getting high, and in a variety of situations ā€” hanging with friends, parties with new acquaintances, crew colleagues on shoots out of town. One of the nice things about having it be a more unusual occurrence than drinking for me is that the unique experiences are more distinct in my memory. The one time I remember having a bad time was when I took medical marijuana with an ex-boyfriend toward the end of our relationship. The two things I was sure of, even though I was high, were that 1) he wasnā€™t, and 2) our relationship was doomed ā€” which it was, but that just wasnā€™t the evening I was looking for at the time.
So it was a complete surprise to me that when I decided to try marijuana again recently, I had what can only be described as a terrible trip. I used some medical marijuana chocolate in what I thought was the proper dosage of only a quarter of a square, though considering the way chocolate fragments unevenly, and that I ate all of the fragments, it was probably more. We were watching TV, so I didnā€™t notice it coming on until I got up to get a glass of water, and realized that time had stopped. I was fully prepared to go back to watching TV, but soon I discovered that that wasnā€™t working out at all. I couldnā€™t follow anything ā€” even The Big Bang Theory was unfathomable ā€” and on top of that, I kept worrying about the fact that I couldnā€™t follow The Big Bang Theory. Could Damon tell that I couldnā€™t keep up with the show? Was I suddenly stupid? Would I get to the end of the episode, not knowing what had happenedā€¦and then what? Damon wasnā€™t going to want to watch it again! Moreover, did this mean that I was now an idiot? Would I never be able to follow any TV show, ever? Eventually we gave up on that show and tried watching Clueless, thinking it would be easier to follow since I have probably seen it half a dozen times, but no. I still couldnā€™t follow the plot, which upset me because it was fucking Clueless, and yet despite that, I was inordinately caught up in it on an emotional level. People seemed to be so mean to each other, or poking fun at situations and people that were not funny. How couldĀ Cher and Dionne trick Mr. Hall and Ms. Geist for the sake of improving their grades, and then ruins things between Tai and Travis before they even get started?! This was clearly fucked up. What was wrong with me that I saw this was wrong but everyone else watching clearly thought it was funny? What was wrong with them? What the hell was wrong with the world?!Ā And even while all of this was stressing me out, I couldnā€™t stop watching TV because I was afraid of what would happen if I got up. I was also afraid to drink wine and I was afraid to go to sleep, but eventually I did both of those things, one leading to the other I suppose. The worst part of all, though, was that I woke up the next day no longer stoned, and thinking it was all over ā€” but it wasnā€™t. When I left the house and had to deal with the outside world, I was second-guessing myself on absolutely everything. Was I driving stupidly? Was I doing everything wrong at pilates, and was anyone watching? Was I making dumb shopping decisions at the Co-op? Was I now permanently going to be making dumb decisions, or just worry that I was all the time? Was my brain now broken? Didnā€™t you hear stories about that happening to people? ā€” for probably another eight to ten hours. The only thing that somehow did not provoke my anxiety hangover was coming home and playing Plants vs. Zombies 2 over and over again, despite repeated losses accompanied by the message ā€œTHE ZOMBIES ATE YOUR BRAINS!ā€ (Plants vs. Zombies 2, so utterly mindless yet completely absorbing, has actually helped me a lot since the election.) Finally, at a certain point, I felt like myself again, as well as a person who might someday be able to have contact with others.
The sad thing is that I think the bad trip was just me unfiltered and magnified. I have, of course, developed coping skills since adolescence ā€“ yes, aside from alcohol, and Prozac ā€“ to tamp all down the over-thinking, the self-consciousness, and the anxiety that goes with them to a manageable level on a daily basis. At the wise old age of 48, these are things that I know that I do and I am able to distract myself from them ā€“ Hey, look over there! Itā€™s a kiddie ride! When I got stoned this time, I couldnā€™t look away, and I donā€™t know why. Yes, I think itā€™s fairly safe to say that I was more stoned than Iā€™d ever been before, but I donā€™t know if I can blame the terrible nature of the experience on that. And even though my last medical marijuana episode wasnā€™t good, it wasnā€™t anything like this. Which takes me back to maybe my brain really is broken ā€“ not from smoking pot, but from not smoking it. The way that all of my experiences with drugs and my body ā€“ from alcohol to Pepto Bismol to Robitussen (which, no, I havenā€™t used recreationally) ā€“ have changed over time, itā€™s not hard for me to believe that in theā€¦wow, eight years since I last got high, my brain chemistry has changed enough that this is how getting stoned is going to be from now on. Combine this with my inability to drink alcohol, eat spicy food, and play any sport with lateral movement (knees), and one could easily conclude that my body is now, saying to me, ā€œYouā€™re 48, youā€™ve officially had all of the fun youā€™re entitled to. NO MORE FUN FOR YOU!ā€ Yes, my body has become the Soup Nazi.
All I can do is hope not, or at least hope this current situation doesnā€™t last. I mean, I know that the stomach situation probably will, and that the Trump situation probably will, but I think that my relationship to depressants will have to change. I will have to learn to just want them rather than need them. Exercise is already a crutch for me, and I donā€™t really have time to do more of that than I already do. Iā€™ve used sleeping pills for periods of time and I donā€™t really want to go back there ā€” for a shitty sleeper like me, itā€™s too easy to get hooked. Iā€™ve tried meditation, and it hasnā€™t really worked, but I probably need to give it more of a chance. Because now Iā€™ve got four years to get through, on top of the continuing mid-life bullshit, and what else is there?
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