I have received another missive from this blog’s occasional Canadian correspondent, Anna Smith. She lives on a boat on a river in Vancouver. This is what she says:
A psychiatrist from Imperial College in London named Dr Nutt was on the CBC radio today, extolling the therapeutic benefits of LSD, psilocybin, Ayahuasca and ketamine (not all at once though) to treat depression and to combat suicidal thoughts.
I agree with him that it’s tragic that doctors are not allowed to prescribe these drugs (except for experimental use) when they could be used to prevent suicide.
They were outlawed because they were the only drugs to have a political effect (like making people not feel like engaging in war).
There are some contraindications against hallucinogens – for example in young people and in people predisposed to schizophrenia.
On Vancouver Island, some beaches had to be closed because wolves were attacking dogs.
On a different beach there were guns fired in a dispute over clam licences.
I don’t recommend taking drugs on the beach until the wolf population diminishes and the shootouts die down.
In fact it’s never a good idea to take drugs on a beach. Better to take them on stage in a busy strip club or somewhere near a hospital.
One of my neighbours, the sturgeon fisherman, became concerned because he noticed I was filling up bleach bottles with water from a hose. He thought I was going to drink it. He wanted to give me some plastic jugs of store-bought water and I had a job to convince him that I prefer the water from the hose. My hose is attached to a spigot that is attached to a pipe that is attached to the water main that delivers fresh water from the nearby glaciers on Mount Seymour. It’s probably the best water in the world other than drinking straight from a stream.
Hoses are an important subject of discussion out here.
I don’t mind that.
One of my best friends was called The Hose Guy.
Last night I discovered a Mongolian man singing at the bus stop. After I asked him if he was singing Mongolian songs (as he seemed to be doing) he asked, in surprise, in halting English, whether I was going to Mongolia.
I said: “No. I’m going to Montreal.”
I asked him if there were lots of redheads in Mongolia and he said no. They have lots of grass and lots of sheep. He put his hands on his head to mimic a sheep’s ears because it was hard for me to understand his accent.
Here is a hip hop Smoke Dance which I thought you might like to see.