Archibald Leach Travel Services

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 22, 2010

There is a nifty article about Cary Grant and LSD on the web now. It seems Mr. Grant, the onetime Archibald Leach, had a few issues. Duh. Married five times. Widely rumored to the the bf of Randolph Scott. A talented actor, but a mess in the real world.

In 1956, Mr. Grant was with third wife Betsy Drake, who had a tough summer.

“It was an open secret between cast and crew alike that the married Cary Grant was sleeping with Sophia Loren during their filming of The Pride and The Passion. Drake had flown to Italy to be by her husband’s side during the shoot only to find Grant ignoring her. Distraught, she fled on what was to be a quiet voyage on the SS Andrea Doria. On July 25, 1956 her quiescent journey turned into a nightmare. The ship collided with a Swedish ocean liner off the coast of Nantucket, Massachusetts, sinking to the bottom of the Sea and claiming fifty-one lives.2 Betsy survived but was traumatized. The incident, coupled with the estrangement of her husband, haunted her in her sleep.”

Betsy Drake had a friend named Sally Brophy, an actress. Miss Brophy also received help from a psychiatrist, which included taking LSD. Eventually, Cary Grant started to go see this doctor.

Taking a legal trip, in a Hollywood doctor’s office, is not like going to a rave. It was seen as therapy, a way of learning how to deal with your problems. According to Cary Grant, it worked very well. He talked about it to a reporter, and then confirmed that he wanted this to go out to the public.

“The shock of each revelation brings with it an anguish of sadness for what was not known before in the wasted years of ignorance and, at the same time, an ecstasy of joy at being freed from the shackles of such ignorance … I learned many things in the quiet of that room … I learned that everything is or becomes its own opposite … it releases inhibition. You know, we are all unconsciously holding our anus. In one LSD dream I shit all over the rug and shit all over the floor. Another time I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from earth like a spaceship … I seemed to be in a world of healthy, chubby little babies’ legs and diapers, smeared blood, a sort of general menstrual activity taking place … As a philosopher once said, you cannot judge the day until the night ..”

The only problem was, Mr. Grant had a movie coming out, “Operation Petticoat”. The studio “tripped out” when it heard the star of the show was praising LSD in the press. Mr. Grant had a share in the profits of the film, and was persuaded to call the reporter and recant on the interview.

Not everyone was impressed by the doctors that Mr. Grant used.
“Aldous Huxley had encountered the clinic prior to his death, but had sought his LSD experiences from the parallel practice of Dr. Oscar Janiger, the other acid doctor to the stars. Huxley witnessed Chandler and Hartman’s work and was unnerved by their approach. “We met two Beverly Hills psychiatrists the other day,” he wrote, “who specialise in LSD therapy at $100 a shot – and, really, I have seldom met people of lower sensitivity, more vulgar mind! To think of people made vulnerable by LSD being exposed to such people is profoundly disturbing.”
In any event, LSD became criminalized, Doctors Chandler and Hartman got in trouble, and Cary Grant got married two more times. While Grant never renounced LSD, he refused to use any other illegal drug, even marijuana. He was a conservative old fogey.

Maureen Donaldson was the lover of Cary Grant in the seventies, and was a friend of Alice Cooper. She finally persuaded Mr. Grant to go to an Alice Cooper concert with her. He wore sunglasses, gold chains, and dressed like a “seedy agent”. He sat through the entire show, wearing earplugs, hating every minute of it.
As Miss Donaldson recalled the evening
“Driving back to Los Angeles, I congratulated Cary for being such a good sport … He’d made an extraordinary effort to please me … [I asked him] ‘You really hated it, didn’t you?’ ‘It’s…’ he said, struggling for words, ‘you know what it’s like? Remember I told you about the time I took LSD in my doctor’s office and shat all over his rug and floor?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well now I know how that poor doctor felt.”
Pictures are from the Library of Congress.

The Buddha Show

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 22, 2010

PG heard that a PBS show,“The Buddha”, was available for online viewing. He watched a bit, and realized that the story was being told through spoken words. The drawings, and talking heads, did not add to the story. PG began to edit pictures, while listening to the story.

At the 43 minute mark, Gautama Siddhartha ( pronounced sid HART ha) turned away from asceticism. He accepted a bowl of rice pudding from a lady, and was a step farther on the path to enlightenment. At this point, PG put the show on pause, put his shoes on, and went for a walk around the block. This is something that PG has learned will help him to feel good.

Buddhism has always seemed “too asian” for PG, or perhaps he is too western/christian to follow. There are some things, confirmed by this video, that PG finds appealing about the practice.
The stories of Buddha are understood to be legends, with no one (that we know of) claiming them to be literal history. This is a welcome contrast to the book worship of Christians, where stories about Jesus are claimed to be literal, perfect truth. And does it matter… the ideas that Buddha taught are not changed by any mistake in telling the story of his life.

There is a story about Buddha seeing his ascetic buddies, after he ate the bowl of rice pudding. He got the ascetics to listen to him, until he won them over. From what PG has seen of humans, especially spiritually charged ones, he finds it tough to imagine these people listening that long. The average Jesus worshiper cannot be quiet long enough for you to finish a single sentence.

The focus is on the life of Buddha, not his death. The focus is on this life, not on life after death. Buddha lived to an old age, teaching thousands up until his departure. Maybe if Jesus had been better at human relationships, he would not have been executed.

Maybe PG is so scarred by Jesus that he cannot benefit from any other source of wisdom. Pictures for this feature are from the Library of Congress.

Weird Part One

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 22, 2010

Back when this blog was on blogspot, the motto was a quote from Hunter S. Thompson. “When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro”. One day, there was a comment, to the effect that the proper spelling of wierd  was weird. When you are quoting Hunter S. Thompson, should you be surprised that you spell weird wrong? (The spell check suggestions were wider, wield, wired)

This fine spring morning, there is a feature, on another blog, about the weird of the king’s english. Through the miracle of copy paste, we now present part one, between pictures from the Library of Congress. We will save Part Two for a dry day.

1)The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) There is no time like the present, time to present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row

13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line..
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear..
19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

No Hitter

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 21, 2010

good morning
hey there
how is life out your way?
boring,but ok
boring is better than some condtions
i suppose
well, too much philosophy can make my head hurt
i woke up with a migraine after debating the whole
“what is the sound of one hand clapping” conundrum
what is the other hand doing?
thats part of the conundrum…and it depends entirely on
whether your mind is in the gutter or psedo pure
and now, i will go total cliche and quote oscar wilde…
all of us are in the gutter, but some are looking at stars
i think the gutter is a perfectly acceptable place for ones mind to live
unless you are bowling
true…i don’t tend to bowl with my brain however…
i’m usually drunk and it has nothing to do with my brain
i haven’t been bowling in years, i seem to remember it being fun,
even though i am not very good at it
me either…but it was fun with the glow-in-the-dark stuff
and a few coctails on a friday nite
pictures from the Library of Congress

Mr. Reagan and Mr. Dean

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 20, 2010

There is a bit of synchronicity at Little Green Footballs today. First, there is the video embedded above. It shows a live TV show from 1954, starring Ronald Reagan and James Dean. It is the tale of a young man who brings a wounded friend to a doctor, and then forces him, at gunpoint, to perform surgery on him. You will have to see the video to see how it turns out, if you haven’t already guessed.

Below that is a statement from the vice president, about more killing in Iraq. The word is that the Iraqi army did the deed this time, and some Al Queda players are taking a dirt nap now. This is supposed to be progress.

PG sees the American army as being like the gun totin hipster in the TV show. He comes into the doctor’s house, and forces him to perform at gunpoint. In the modern story, American forces have gone into Babylon with shock and awe, and forced the natives to do our chores. The video only takes six minutes to tell the story. The tale in Babylon is entering the seventh year.

Pictures are from the Library of Congress. These shots are of Nevada and San Francisco, CA, in the 1860s.

Titanic Decline

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 20, 2010

Me in a canoe/ /not a pretty sight but the//water beckons me

It’s Easter morning//peeps, chocolate, jelly beans//get my attention.

On this date the ship//weighed anchor for the last time//it’s the Titanic.

Saw a stone circle//in a farmer’s field — heifers//stood and stared at me.

Remove knee-y bits//replace with metal. Like that//Pop’s got a new joint.

I’m trapped in Ireland//volcanic ash cloud keeps me//from my Freeville home.
The above is from The Haiku Diaries. Pictures from the Library of Congress.

Private Entrance

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 19, 2010

It is 5pm, 420 eve, 2010. PG began the adventure by walking up to the mailbox at Peachtree Dekalb ( spell check suggestions : Denali, denial, dermal, decal) Airport. He took the eighth street route, instead of the normal Tobey road route, for reasons that are unclear but not nuclear.

Thoughts began to accumulate under the 96 olympic hat, and the green venue came when he sat down at a picnic table. This table was at the end of the airport road, in a little park by the runways. There is a sign, a bit up the road, saying to report all suspicious activity at the airport. Is writing in a notebook, on a picnic table under a magnolia tree, a suspicious activity?

PG likes to live dangerously, but living on the edge requires the ability to take a step back from time to time. Turning to his right, on the fence behind some resting planes, is another sign about suspicious activity. Is this paranoia or realism? Is this the connection between the future and the pasture, between mature and manure, or does it even rate a measure of pleasure?

At 5:13 on 420 eve, a black helicopter with FOX in bold letters, took off in an easterly direction. A bird sat down on a picnic table in front of PG, then moved to the relative comfort and security of the magnolia tree. Meanwhile, a table of folks sits quietly on the deck of the downwind restaurant, formerly the downwind lounge.

There was once a moment of paranoia at the downwind facility. It was 1982. PG was living in an addict apartment on Tobey Road, and went out one friday night for beer. He arrived at the gas station at 1147, or two minutes after the legal cut off.

Denied his legal drugs at the Amoco station, PG turned his bike north, went past Tobey and up the hill to the airport. The Downwind lounge was there, in the old control tower building, 45 steps from the men’s room ( an important statistic to beer drinkers). PG locked his bike, climbed the stairs, opened the door, and saw a dozen or so people drinking. They turned around as one, looked at PG, and shouted “stranger”.

It is now 6:54 pm, 420 eve, 2010. PG is sitting at his computer, listening to a French piano player. This means that either no one reported his suspicious journal writing at the airport, or the 911 operator did not get the information to the police on time.

Religious Arguments Repeated

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 19, 2010

This is a repost. Pictures are from the Library of Congress.

The other day Father Tony posted a video at Bilerico (ba LAIR i co) about how to argue. He acknowledged that he is a venomous person.

FT used to be employed by the Catholic church. That is how he got his handle. PG thought on this for a while, and saw a connection. A little more thinking, and PG pondered that crowd pleaser, the religious argument.

Jesus Worship is a religion of beliefs, rather than practices. One of their key beliefs is the notion that you should convert those who disagree with you. If these people don’t agree with you about certain things, they go to hell. This lust to “evangelize” leads to a lot of arguments.

One of the rules for living/arguing that Father Tony expresses is that, yes, you are going to argue. This is especially true for romantic partnerships, but includes all sorts of human relating. How does this relate to religion? If you believe in a religion, does this mean you are compelled to argue with those who you disagree with?

Religious belief can be a source of strength and comfort to those lucky enough to be in the loop. For many of the rest of us, Religion (especially the Jesus Worship variety) is a source of venom. The endless arguments that believers loudly put forth spoil whatever benefits these beliefs can have. It is enough to make you wish you would never hear the word Jesus again.


Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 19, 2010

There was a phone call, and a decision to answer. Uzi was on the line. He had won dugout level tickets to a Braves game, to be played tomorrow. PG didn’t want to face the crowds, contrived fun, and outdoor heat, but felt that the seats were too good to turn down.

The next day, the ride pulled into the blue lot, and it was braves country. Or so the countless ushers, funmakers, and people watchers employed by the club told you. Walking 120 degrees around the mall under the stands, the place with the seats was found, 15 rows behind the visiting dugout.

There was a waitress to take your food order, and bring it to your seat. There was the man from north georgia, to make sure it was your assigned seat, and ask you repeatedly if you had a good time. There was the huge screen in the outfield, where the entertainment never stops. There were the light up panels in front of the stands, alternating between paid advertising and instructions to make more noise. And yes, there was indeed a baseball game to go with it.

On this sunday, the game lived up to the hype. Going into the bottom of the ninth inning, the Braves copped a two run single on the last play of the day and won. Even the motivation weary PG stood up and cheered. He didn’t have to be told.

The Iggy Pop Story

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 17, 2010

The appropriately named dangerousminds has a video up about Iggy Stooge, who still has a full set of teeth at 62. The video is worth watching, even if it is mostly people like Henry Rollins telling how Raw Power changed his life. I guess the jokes on Henry, he thought they were talking about The Eagles, and the video folks cleverly edited in the references to Mr. Osterberg.(spell check suggestion:posterior)

Getting back to Iggy , and music merchandising, he has a new collection of music coming out. Included in this package is a show he did at Richards, across the street from Grady Stadium. One night Iggy was singing at Richards, when Elton John appeared onstage wearing a gorilla suit.

The greatest achievement of Mr. Pop is living so long. ( He was born April 21, 1947). He has done heroin by the kilo, jumps off stage into crowds of punk rock fans, and is a general mess. As the video shows, he still has a great smile, although it is not known how many of those teeth are his own.

One night in 1980, PG saw a performance by Iggy Pop. The site was the 688 club, a storefront on Spring Street across the expressway from Georgia Tech. 688 Spring Street had been the site of Roses Cantina, where PG had seen George Thorogood, The Fans, and some blues band that did Amphetamine Annie with the original lyrics…instead of speed kills, they said love gun.

Roses was a cool place, a long narrow space with the performers in the middle, and a pool table behind the stage. Yes, it was way cool, but nightclubs are a tough business for capitalists, and Roses shut down.

At any rate, by the time PG got back from Seattle, some brave investors decided to have a punk rock club at 688 Spring Street. Soon, Iggy Pop would be playing a week there. In the seventies, the bands would play for five days at the great southeast music hall or the electric ballroom, two shows a night, and if you were really cool you would go on a weeknight before it got too crowded. Soon after that, it was one night in town only, and you either saw it or you didn’t.

PG had a friend at the Martinique apartments on Buford Hiway. There was someone living in the complex known as ZenDen, who sold acid. You would go to his place, wade through the living room full of grown men listening to Suzi Quatro, and purchase the commodity.

On to the the 23 Oglethorpe bus, and downtown to 688 Spring Street. Before anyone knew it, the band was on the stage. A veteran of the Patti Smith Group, named Ivan Kral, was playing bass. Mr. Kral sneezed, and a huge cocaine booger fell across his face. He was not playing when the show ended.

There was a white wall next to the stage, and someone wrote the song list on that wall. That list of songs stayed on the wall as long as 688 was open. “I want to be your dog” was on the list, as well as the number where Iggy pulled his pants off and performed in his underwear. Supposedly, in New York the drawers came off, but the TMI police were off duty that night.

The show was loud and long, and had the feel of an endurance event…either you go or the band does. Finally, the show was over, and PG got on the 23 Oglethorpe bus to go home. In those days, you got the northbound bus on West Peachtree Street. You could look down the street and see the Coca Cola sign downtown.

Thirty years later,PG, like Iggy Pop, has a full head of teeth, which, in PG’s case are his own. PG has a full head of white care, as apparently does Mr. Pop, although he does appear to touch up his hair. Maybe he really is a blond. This post should be over, but if there are 37 more words then we will have 688. The space on Spring Street is still standing, which is pretty good for Atlanta. It is now an emergency room, or something .

April Saturday

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 17, 2010

PG was editing pictures for a feature on Iggy Pop, and completely forgot about taking his brother to the train station. Soon enough, it was 1:15, and the knock on the door, and soon everything goes on minimize. There is an eighth of a bowl of noodles to be finished, you don’t want to leave that out, and then the phone rings. It is an former stupidvisor, wanting to chat about the customer who got caught and is in trouble.

Finally, car keys in hand, PG heads out the door. On the way up the hill, GP ( the younger brother of PG), was talking about the troubled renovation of Cross Keys High. PG makes a joke about putting earrings on a hog, and suggests that a toxic waste dump is the best destination for Cross Keys.

After making his deposit at the Chamblee marta station, the next stop is the yard sales. There was one on Jefferson Street ( or is it drive), but first there is a sign on Clairmont. Why do people put up signs on major thoroughfares, knowing that people are driving by at 45mph, and advertise their garbage garage sale in half inch letters? As it turns out, the sign was for a sale further down Clairmont, where there is no parking, nor is there merchandise worth the trouble.

Right on eighth street, left on Jefferson, and the sale is closing down. Anyone to ever have a yard sale knows that you do the bulk of your business before 9:30 am, that the rest of the day is a social event. PG saw a thick book about how to write from the University of Chicago, and a box of vhs tapes. He paid a dollar for the book, and a video of ET and Top Hat, with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers.

Life is good. Pictures from the ” Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

Number One Terror Country

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on April 16, 2010

Andrew Sullivan has a quote today from a blog called musingsoniraq. The quote is about a Terror listing , a list of countries where terror attacks are the worst.

The report was issued by Maplecroft, a British company which sells it’s reports to companies doing business abroad. The report was issued in February, and for some reason turned up on Mr. Sullivan’s facility in April.

The report ranks 196 countries worldwide on terror attacks. Number one “with a bullet” was Iraq.
Rounding out the top ten was Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somalia, Lebanon, India, Algeria, Columbia, Thailand, and the Philippines. The United States was 46.

While the violence situation in Iraq is better, they seem to lose a lot of people to random bombings. Musings has a more current report on the violent deaths. In March, there were 12 mass casualty bombings, with 142 deaths. The total body count for March is estimated at 183-367, depending on who does the counting. This is for a country with a population estimated at 31 million, or roughly 10 percent of the United States. This means that March, for terror deaths, was the equivalent of 911 in the United States, and is considered a vast improvement.

Some say the surge is a success, and that Iraq is on the way to being a stable democracy. Others
say it is a long way away, and that the road is littered with i.e.d.s. This is what America has bought with the lives of thousands of soldiers, and a ruined local economy.