Ut i fra signaturen din regner jeg med at du ikke har så mye i mot cannabis, men hvert fall er Jack Herer's The Emperor Wears No Clothes en ganske så informativ bok som er verdt å ta seg bryet med å lese dersom du er interessert i cannabis' historie og planten generelt. RIP JH.

jeg vil istedenfor anbefale deg en roman som jeg selv har hatt glede av, og som er skrevet av en god venn av meg.


Boken handler om Harald sin oppvekst, barndommen på Frogner i Oslo og hans reiser i India. Den handler om hvordan han med utgangspunkt i hippiemiljøene fra slottsparken på 70-tallet viklet seg inn i det stadig voksende hasjmarkedet, og om hvordan han i 1991 ble arrestert og dømt til 12 års fengsel for datidens største hasj-sak i Norge. Boken er skrevet under fengselsoppholdet, og fortellingen hopper henholdsvis mellom barndom, India og nåtid gjennom bokas snaue 400 sider.

Høres spennende ut, så jeg prøvde å finne noen anmeldelser, de få jeg fant var blandet i mottagelsen.
Men leste et lite utdrag jeg fant i Gateavisen, og det var forferdelig svulstig, men drivende lesning, skal prøve å få plukket den opp, har de den i vanlige bokbutikker?

"The dice man", eller den oversatte "Terningmannen", av Luke Rhinehart (link)

Oh, jeg vet om mange bøker du kunne ha likt, men det at de må være på norsk gjør det hele langt vanskeligere. Tenkte først jeg skulle anbefale deg en fagbok, men faglitteratur er jo gjerne ikke kjent for å være veldig spennende med mindre man virkelig er nerd for sin hatt. Hvor interessert du er i detaljerte fagopplysninger vet jeg ikke, så jeg vil istedenfor anbefale deg en roman som jeg selv har hatt glede av, og som er skrevet av en god venn av meg.

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Boken handler om Harald sin oppvekst, barndommen på Frogner i Oslo og hans reiser i India. Den handler om hvordan han med utgangspunkt i hippiemiljøene fra slottsparken på 70-tallet viklet seg inn i det stadig voksende hasjmarkedet, og om hvordan han i 1991 ble arrestert og dømt til 12 års fengsel for datidens største hasj-sak i Norge. Boken er skrevet under fengselsoppholdet, og fortellingen hopper henholdsvis mellom barndom, India og nåtid gjennom bokas snaue 400 sider.

Anbefaler George Orwell's 1984, som nok er min favorittbok. Det er en dystopisk roman, som handler om det å leve i ett totalitært samfunn, der budskapet kanskje er noe som "Hva er sannhet?"

Hellig Blod, Hellig Gral

av Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh, og Henry Lincoln.

There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] suggests, and try it.

The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt.

That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.

Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.

One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

It is notoriously difficult to prize your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinty, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.

This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration. Bob and float, float and bob. Ignore all consideration of your own weight simply let yourself waft higher. Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful. They are most likely to say something along the lines of "Good God, you can't possibly be flying!" It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.

DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.

When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly easier and easier to achieve.

You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your maneuverability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it were going to anyway.

You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.

There are private clubs you can join which help you achieve the all-important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitchhikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.