not on pot. In Japan.
I guess my brain art doesn’t really indicate a sober state. It’s some emotional hormones, whiskey, fried bird wing and…what the fuck am I writing?
THIS: Pot is seriously illegal in Japan.
Here’s what, according to Japan Today:
Japan’s marijuana laws are not their own. The Cannabis Control Act, implemented by the U.S. in 1948 to legitimize its own anti-pot legislation, is in direct opposition to hundreds of years of cannabis use in Japan. No, the Japanese weren’t sitting around, red-eyed and playing Ben Harper songs on a shamisen, but they were making clothing, rope and bowstrings from hemp and using cannabis in Shinto ceremonies. The harsh view of marijuana in Japan is the result of the American laws; it was never the impetus behind them. If the U.S. has so radically changed its own stance on medicinal marijuana, shouldn’t Japan follow suit?
See the complete article here if you like.
So jump backwards to August 2012 and the juxtaposition of a very green Cali (duuuude, pura vida- thank you bra, loves you very much):
with serene and sober Japan:
All of this within a week made my brain go, “Wow.”
So maybe I don’t need drugs to refresh my head-space but lots of jet lag and beautiful scenery. Okay, why am I even writing this? To showcase the difference, people:
CA- legal, Japan- illegal. It’s important. We’ll talk about Thailand and Mexico later.
I never realised that history… makes me wonder about those samurai taking tea together before a battle.
Right? Perhaps an anthropology degree concentrating on food/drink rituals would’ve served me better; hell, usually anything will better an art degree