Posts tagged drugs
Posts tagged drugs
Photographer Shaul Schwarz has a documentary called Narco Cultura coming out in a few cities on Friday. It’s about narcocorridos, Mexican songs that glorify drug cartels, and has two main subjects: Riccardo Soto, a crime scene investigator, and Edgar Quintero, a narcocorrido songwriter.
NBC News’s Sophia Rosenbaum interviewed Schwarz:
Q: How did you get your subjects to trust you?
I did pay the dues with the CSI unit and Richie. They really appreciated that we spent the time. There were hits on people in the unit. We were in situations together. It’s kind of like a brother-soldier bond. If you stick with people through it, it’s more than words could do. And at the end of the day, when Richie drives home and he’s scared for his life and I’m in his car, I’m taking equal risks.
With Edgar’s side of life, it was a different process. The initial ‘let me have the camera on you for an artist’ is obvious. He wants to promote his music. But we’re very different than the one-hour interview with a Latino media outlet that just wants to have fun with him. It took him a while, but the trust grew so much.
The interview has some photos, the film’s trailer, and an exclusive clip. The film looks intriguing, so check ‘em out.
Lindsey Tanner, AP
Research on teens adds fresh evidence that the 1980s “crack baby” scare was overblown, finding little proof of any major long-term ill effects in children whose mothers used cocaine during pregnancy.
Some studies have linked pregnant women’s cocaine use with children’s behavior difficulties, attention problems, anxiety and worse school performance. But the effects were mostly small and may have resulted from other factors including family problems or violence, parents’ continued drug use, and poverty, the researchers said.
Yeah, so it turns out that this shit was basically made up. Which explains why this whole thing where we were supposed to have a generation of people with developmental issues who couldn’t take care of themselves and would drain social services and such never happened.
Beth Quimby reporting for Maine’s Portland Press Herald on the new world that we live in:
About 25 people showed up at Longfellow Square on Saturday to protest working conditions at Wellness Connection of Maine, the state’s largest medical marijuana dispensary group.
The protesters said the organization is ignoring their concerns about working conditions and their efforts to unionize.
Yep, you read that right. Marijuana dispensaries are established enough that we’re having labor disputes at them, which I believe is the internationally-recognized standard for an industry having made it in this world.
Josh Dixon of Cultso has collected a bunch of pieces of art by Bryan Lewis Saunders. One of Saunders’s projects is taking a drug and drawing a self-portrait under its effects. He has taken some really nasty drugs and been hospitalized as a direct result of this project.
The picture accompanying this post was drawn while he was under the influence of cocaine. Click it to view the rest.
ESPN.com and the AP:
San Francisco Giants star outfielder Melky Cabrera mounted a campaign to avoid his 50-game suspension that included a fake website featuring a fictitious product in an effort that was quickly uncovered by MLB investigators, the New York Daily News has reported.
"There was a product they said caused this positive," the source told the Daily News. "Baseball figured out the ruse pretty quickly."
Why would you try this? Why would you even think this would work?
Crazy story from the Associated Press:
Carlos Sagastume, 40, earned more than $9 million over 15 years by risking his life to convince drug dealers and a weapons merchant that he was a criminal.
Collecting evidence against Viktor Bout was another major achievement in a remarkable career for Mr Sagastume.
He posed as a member of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, also known as FARC, to coax Bout to travel from Russia to Thailand in 2008 to arrange to send weapons to Colombian rebels to fight Americans.
Guatemalan-born Mr Sagastume began transporting drugs after he finished a five-year stint in Guatemala’s Army, where he specialised in gathering intelligence.
Speaking through an interpreter at Bout’s trial he said that after he was kidnapped by federal police in Mexico and a $60,000 ransom was paid to free him, he contacted the DEA in Guatemala, looking for a new line of work.
Fiction is great, but it doesn’t have anything on real life.
Fucked up news out of Mexico from E. Eduardo Castillo of the AP:
Masked gunmen blocked traffic on a busy avenue in a Gulf of Mexico coastal city Tuesday and dumped the bodies of 35 slaying victims as horrified motorists watched, authorities said.
Veracruz state Attorney General Reynaldo Escobar Perez said the bodies were left piled in two trucks and on the ground of an underpass near a shopping mall in the city of Boca del Rio.
Police had identified seven of the victims so far and all had criminal records for murder, drug dealing, kidnapping and extortion and were linked to organized crime, Escobar said. He didn’t say to what group the victims belonged to.
Don’t turn up the lights just yet. Let Bill Withers and his band finish ringing in the new year — nineteen seventy soul — with this live number, “Ain’t No Sunshine”. What an encore.
(How fantastic are the members of his band by the way? Just look at their clothes and the overall seating arrangement — it’s not possible to be more relaxed. Especially the drummer, the one and only James Gadson.)
Despite taking the Pirates to a national championship, Doc Ellis will always be remembered for pitching a no-hitter against the San Diego Padres on June 12, 1970. Why is this no-hitter different from all others? Well, it might be the only no-no pitched under the effects of a performance inhibiting drug.
Wonderfully quirky animation of the story of Dock Ellis’s no-hitter thrown while on LSD, using Ellis’s own radio narration and some Stax Records goodness as the audio.
And it doesn’t even include the best part of the story, as quoted on Wikipedia:
I started having a crazy idea in the fourth inning that Richard Nixon was the home plate umpire, and once I thought I was pitching a baseball to Jimi Hendrix, who to me was holding a guitar and swinging it over the plate.