Hotel Replicant

Yesterday I drove to Quebec and back. I needed to wire my Canadian house deposit to the real estate lawyer in person. The bank refused to do it remotely. So I woke up at 4am, drove to Coaticook 4.5 hours away (the nearest branch from Boston), did my business then drove right back. It was a small town. Quebec provincial flags flying in the absence of Canadian flags. That gave me pause, the people there might be begrudgingly Canadian, and my French skill is poor. The town also smelled like manure, not disparaging, just an observation. They were good people at the bank. They helped me send my wire and I was grateful. On the way back the US border guard was an asshole. I told him I was buying a house in Canada and he gave me a sarcastic “Why?”. Fuck you is why. Then he checked my back seat to see if I was smuggling someone into the country.

Today I drove to Cleveland. Part one of the Chicago then T-Bay Xmas road trip. Fuck that was a lot of driving. My neck is a rock. Driving is like a video game. Except it feels boring and mundane despite the fact that you could die at any moment. I don’t like how I speed so much. I was cruising down 90 west at mostly 84 mph. The only lunatic on the road doing this. When I drive why can’t I chill the fuck out?

In the hotel now, on the 29th floor. Bladerunner 2049 is on the TV. It was the least shitty option on the menu. I forgot how mesmerizing the visuals were in this movie. It suffers from volume issues though. I hate how dynamic range is maximized in movies so that you have to turn the volume way up to hear the dialogue, then in an action scene it blows your eardrums out. I need a hot shower and sleep. Go to bed Complain-o.

I Was Born a Unicorn

I successfully found and downloaded all the music from my Spotify like playlist. It took fucking forever. Curating and expanding the list, adding in forgotten bands and tracks. It’s my music now. Mine! I take it with me now. No corporate gatekeeping.

My wife flew to her hometown in the Chicago suburbs today leaving me alone in the house with the cats. I’ll join her in a few days. I did some chores, then holed myself up in the guest bedroom where my PC is and decided to continue my personal music renaissance. I had written down a bunch of bands to add to the master liked playlist of downloaded songs. This was stuff from mostly from the 1994-2000 era. The teenage high school stuff. The CDs I bought with scrounged money from gifts and those first (sometimes shitty) jobs. Dollar store cashier. Hockey linesman and referee. Utility man in the chemical recovery plant. The NIN era. Smashing Pumpkins. Alanis Morrissette, Garbage, Oasis, STP and Soundgarden. AC/DC and Metallica. White Zombie and Green Day. Weezer, Nirvana, Pearl Jam. The Soundtracks – The Crow, Dumb and Dumber (surprisingly awesome), Natural Born Killers, The Saint, Last Action Hero. Etc etc.

Tonight I moved on to my Pandora liked songs. For the last ten years or so, I’ve been mainly using Spotify, so opening my old Pandora main station was like a nostalgia dagger to the heart. I loved who I was when I was listening to this music. This was mainly the 2003-2010 era. Fuck the music was so good.

Belle and Sebastain, Tegan and Sara, The Stokes, The Hive, The Kooks. Talib Kweli and good Kanye. The New Pornographers, Broken Social Scene and Alexisonfire. Cadence Weapon, Immortal Technique and Buck 65. Camera Obscura and The Arcade Fire. The Weakerthans, Constantines, Sharon Jones, Magnolia Electric Co. Phoenix, Passion Pit, MGMT, The Unicorns.

2005 might be my favourite year of music ever. There are so many adorable catchy indie one-offs around this time. This is when I started listening to college radio religiously at Western. I have so much gratitude to those young DJs that exposed me to so much new music. It helped me bop and jam through such a chaotic time. I love that I am reintroducing these songs back into my life. It feels like reaching into the past and pulling my younger self into now. Help infuse this old hardened husk with joy, kid.

Mintypuff on Soulseek

So the UHC CEO killer doesn’t appear to be a wounded crypto bro like I hypothesized. Instead, he shares some uncomfortable similarities with myself at that age. A bright computer science grad with some anti-capitalist ideology. But unlike myself, he had something different inside that propelled him to take bold action on those ideals. Its hard not to sympathize, especially knowing the misery that UHCs fuckery causes.

My music reclamation project is done, at least the first phase. I went through 361 albums, picking out 589 songs to build my “liked” list. Normalized the volume across all of them and put them on my phone. Feels good. It’s my music. Fuck you Spotify. Fuck your ads and subscriptions. I can play these on my phone or computer, skip as much as I want, no unwanted track insertions. I’m so happy with this. And as I was doing it, I was writing down long forgotten albums, bands and artists that I’m going to also add in the future. This project was so restorative. Music is important, personal and joyful. Make sure to keep it in your life.

UHC

Yesterday morning, the United Health Care CEO Brian Thompson was shot dead in NYC.

I made a career in pharmaceutical development. Many people get rich in pharma, but at least that industry produces drugs that can save and improve lives. The profit in the system makes drugs more expensive. But it also increases development speed and innovation.

It is much harder to see the value of health insurance. The only way to significantly increase profit for a health insurer is to deny and delay care for people that need it. Their profits are blood money.

UHC is notoriously the worst offender when it comes to denying and delaying health care coverage. If I was making a list of the most evil people in the world, without even knowing who it was, there is a good chance the CEO of UHC would be in the top 100.

A friend of mine sent me an uncensored video of the murder yesterday. The killer looked calm and focused. His gun appeared to jam after the first shot, but he didn’t panic. He just banged the side to unjam, while steadily walking slowly up to his target to finish him off. He never ran, leaving at a slow trot across the street out of camera view. The media is reporting he dropped ammo and wasn’t professional, but I’m not so sure.

It’s almost certain this was a motivated killing. I imagine someone lost someone close to them after an expensive medical battle. UHC probably pulled their usual bullshit, denying coverage at every step. Maybe the family was left with loss, massive debt and incredible rage.

Its also notable that bitcoin is at all-time highs right now. One thing bitcoin is good for is hiring hitmen on the dark web. My guess is some crypto-bro had someone close to him die and decided to spend some of his new found wealth to take retribution.

Needles in My Eyes

The biggest differentiator between yourself in middle age and your younger self is the impact of scars and damage that twenty years of adult life inflict.

I’ve had a few traumatic shocks along the way. Out of the three that jump to mind, two were different career related setbacks, one early in my career, one at the end. Those two I can frame as character building life lessons, at least taking something positive out of the pain. The worst incident was family related. A completely unforeseen attack from my only sibling that likely irreparably destroyed our relationship and broke my parents hearts. I’m still working though the aftermath and emotional damage of that one. The people closest to you have the capacity to wound you the deepest.

I’ve always believed myself to be a resilient person. I really am, but I wonder how much these shocks have changed me. I think I am a better person for them, but carrying sadness tinged memories feels worse than the ignorant happiness that was there before. Is it worth it to be more seasoned and wise if you have to carry the scars?

The Beta Band released “The Three E.P.’s” in 1997. It’s such a smooth melancholy listen. I highly recommend. The restoration of my musicophile roots is in full swing.

The Electricity in Your House Wants To Sing

Music is important. In my twenties, every January, I developed an annual tradition to seek out the best music of the year. This habit is chronicled in a few of the early posts of this blog. I’m not sure when this tradition died, sometime about 5-10 years ago I guess. Streaming services like Pandora and Spotify helped kill it. They just made it too convenient. They removed the work. They removed the discovery and active listening. They removed the learning and joy at finding something that I loved.

A few weeks ago I was cleaning out a dusty area of the house in the basement and found a few of my old burned CDs. Music that I once loved enough to put onto physical media for posterity. Bands like, I am Robot and Proud, The Boy Least Likely To, Human Highway. After cleaning the basement, I added a few tracks to my Spotify liked list, made a mental note that it is truly a shame I still don’t actively search out and listen to music anymore. My life used to have a soundtrack.

Last week I was doing grocery shopping, listening to Spotify on my headphones. Just trying to complete this mundane task as quickly as possible. The song “The Work” by I Am Robot And Proud came on, and I almost broke down in tears.

I want to recover the lost parts of myself that were wonderful.

Coarse Cacti

I’m too connected to people I don’t know, and not connected enough to the people I know.

This feels like an uncomfortable thing to correct, but I know would enrich my life if I did so. I strongly suspect this has become true for many people besides myself. Friendships are like plants, if you don’t water them, they slowly wither and die. I’m going to be try and be more mindful. I’m good at watering a precious few of my plants, but I want some more. I wonder if T. Bay has a chess club.

The other side of this is the connectivity to strangers. The compulsion to waste time scrolling through the mind sludge of social media. Mildly amusing shit interspersed among ignorance, agenda, and vanity. I wish I had the discipline to just read a book instead of heading to reddit or youtube the moment my head is clear of thought. I know that would make me happier, so why do I always chose the lazier option? Is it as simple as I can never find my Kindle, and that my fucking phone is always on me? No. I think it’s deeper. “What if I deleted the reddit and youtube apps of my phone?” The instant rationalization and mental recoil that occurred in my head after that thought was horrifying.

Stoner Science

I am the most straight edge I’ve been since I was a teenager. Not even caffeine. It has been almost two months (with at worst a few beers and some chocolate).

The past few years I’ve grown weed, ever since recreational use in Massachusetts was legalized. I built a raised bed and hardware cloth enclosure at the back of the property. I framed it well, made it as discrete as possible, built the door and everything. Applied techniques from giant pumpkin growers and had absolute monster plants. More weed than I knew what to do with.

I managed it well, tried to only indulge on Fri and Sat nights. Maintained solid performance in my career. I took it as edibles, pretty gross how I did it actually. Just eating decarboxylated ground flower, rinsing it down with a flavoured drink. The last couple years, making gummies. It was nice to zone out at night. The insidious thing about weed is that you don’t always realize it makes you dumber. I would say if it’s in your system, you are at best 85% of who you usually are. Sometimes this is really nice. Sometimes not ideal. It’s a motivation killer too.

I wanted to understand what went on in the brain of chronic users. It’s interesting (at least to me).

The molecular biology is a bit similar to caffeine. In the brain, neurons have adenosine receptors. When adenosine binds to these receptors, they activate. This creates the signal that we feel sleepy and should rest. Caffeine does a really good job getting into the brain, binding and out competing adenosine for the receptors. The difference is, when caffeine binds it doesn’t activate the receptors, so when we have a cup of coffee the sleepiness signal is blocked. So caffeine is an antagonist. The brain responds by making more receptors, humans drink more coffee to block more receptors and the cycle continues. Then when you quit caffeine it’s miserable because you have a head full of adenosine receptors that you don’t need. You want to sleep all the time, headaches and it takes weeks to reset the brain to baseline receptor levels.

There’s another receptor in the brain called CB1 (Cannabinoid Receptor Type 1). The molecules that bind to it are produced when we have stress, pain and intense neural activity. CB1 receptor signalling likely evolved as a trauma response. When the natural ligands (binders) bind to them, pain sensation decreases, stress and anxiety is reduced, the neurotransmitter glutamate is decreased as you think slower, short-term memory is impaired, and appetite is stimulated. When this natural signalling occurs, it’s your body trying to calm you down during a traumatic or maybe life-threatening event. There’s something beautiful about that – your body trying to help you calm down under conditions that are really, really bad. (just an aside – honeybees gorge themselves on honey when they think the hive is on fire. Increased appetite as a stress response isn’t unique to humans).

So weed (Tetrahydrocannabinol or THC) does a similar thing as caffeine, except it isn’t an antagonist (inhibitor), it’s an agonist (activator). It binds to these CB1 receptors, but instead of blocking the CB1 signaling response, it increases it, to give you a cheat code to that stoned, hungry, slow-brained euphoria. It’s interesting to think of it from the perspective of the neurotransmitter glutamate. Glutamate is your daily “thinking power”. It is limited. Each day you can only expend so much glutamate before your brain slows down. Sleep clears it out and resets our brain to a full tank. Weed inhibits glutamate, and it shows. Stoned people clearly aren’t thinking at 100%.

But what happens over time, with constant use? Just like with caffeine, your brain tries to adapt. It reduces the number of CB1 receptors in your brain. Now THC inhibition of glutamate decreases – your brain is trying to restore your thinking power. Now you need more weed to feel stoned. This is tolerance. CB1 receptors are downregulated.

Now what happens when a heavy user quits weed cold turkey as I did about two months ago? The CB1 receptors are still downregulated but there is no THC in the system, so there is zero inhibition of glutamate. “Thinking power” shoots through the roof and you feel creative and big brained (also more prone to anxiety and restlessness). I felt this too. I’ve never felt more super-charged and big brained than the week after I quit weed. Interesting? No? Well whatever, I’m going to stay straight edge for a while. It feels great.

Pancake Confluence

Yesterday I was reading and formatting old 2004 entries. Going through and fixing the broken emoticons, missing links and pictures. Not editing, I treasure that cataloguing of my young self too much to mess with. I was just making the text look less ugly and putting in little “sorry image broken” pics. This process is going to take forever. It wasn’t until 2013 when Xanga finally shut down for good.

Anyway, while doing this, I was reminded I used to make puffy pancakes all the time. One of the staples of my broke student life. So I made one yesterday, and it was delightful.

Combine and mix:

  • 2 tablespoons of butter
  • 3 eggs
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt

Bake at 400 F 25 minutes.

That’s it.

I didn’t have any regular flour, so I used Finnish pancake mix I received as a gift a while back. It was from a famous restaurant in my hometown that burned down a few years ago. My hometown is known for having a large Finnish population, I know that’s common for the Minnesota/Wisconsin area, but T. Bay has a disproportionately large amount of Finns even relative to those places. They add much welcome character to the city.

My wife and I have found a house there that we want to buy. Before the election, we were considering a return to Canada, but also the aforementioned Minnesota/Wisconsin area. Now we’re locked in on my hometown. I can’t shake the feeling that this is reactionary. A lame little fuck you to all things Trump. Peace out assholes, I’m going home. Yes, that’s part of it, but really the driver is the combination of family, affordability and environmental stability. I’m still creeped out by how warm it is this November. If you don’t have that ominous existential worry about climate change too, maybe don’t pay attention to what the scientists are saying. It will be good for your sanity, if not the prospects of planetary improvement.

I’ve been down here living in Massachusetts since 2005. In the same house since 2011. The prospect of shaking up the routine is so exciting. The prospective house is just rough enough to give us things to improve, it’s rural but still within the city limits. A lot of land. The future I hope for is peaceful and fun. I hope this happens.