Rolling Stone porfiles psychedelic author Daniel Pinchbeck

via <!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/09/12/profile_of_psychedel.html">boingboing</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br><br><!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/11217201/daniel_pinchbeck_and_the_new_psychedelic_elite/print">Daniel Pinchbeck and the New Psychedelic Elite</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>How a cynical son of beatnik parents combined drugs, the devil and the apocalypse into a modern movement</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>VANESSA GRIGORIADIS</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>It's midnight on a Sunday night, and Daniel Pinchbeck, a pop psychedelic author, is smoking a cigarette on the couch of a dramatically sparse apartment in Manhattan's East Village. An Austin Powers-like character with buckteeth, tangled hair and a pinched, nasal delivery, Pinchbeck, 40, does not exude cool, but he is well-known in New York as a philosopher and proponent of drugs not available at your corner dealer, which has made him quite popular indeed. It's been a busy weekend: Saturday afternoon with Sting at the Edvard Munch show at the Museum of Modern Art, Saturday night at a downtown rock show with Moby, and this evening visiting a bunch of people on dimethyltryptamine, considered the most potent hallucinogen on the planet. DMT, a harrowing seven-minute trip that feels like seven centuries, is Direct Mystical Transmission, says Pinchbeck -- Drastic Magical Transport. It is "the doorway you can step through to greet the beings who run the cosmic candy store," he has written. Smoking a bowl of it, he adds, tastes like "a shard of lawn furniture."<hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--><br><br>Pinchbeck's responses:<br><br>http://people.tribe.net/daniel_pinchbeck/blog/6e5b54d2-2308-45bc-a14d-a032f559bcf4<br>http://people.tribe.net/daniel_pinchbeck/blog/c068f670-7e7a-4366-9784-acc4926f9a3b<br><!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr>The article, despite its five-page length, is impressively shallow, almost ignoring the ideas in my new book entirely, to concentrate on semi-salacious details of my personal life. I learnt, to my surprise, that I have “buck teeth,” and some undefined similarity to Austin Powers. The article has that seamy tabloid vibe of scandal, sin, and shadowy disgrace. Perhaps the best thing about it is the Matt Mahurin illustration of me facing myself as forked-tongue serpent.<br><br>The most frustrating aspect of the piece is the impression I get, while reading it, that most of my ideas (as well as salient details of my life) were carefully, almost meticulously, distorted or disconnected from each other so that they would seem unfounded and insignificant. There were crucial aspects of my thesis in “2012” that Vanessa seemed unable to understand – for instance, I explained to her over and over again the Calleman model which reveals the Mayan Calendar as a precision timing device for the development of consciousness on Earth, from more than 16 billion years ago to 2012, in a nine-stage process that accelerates by factors of twenty in relation to linear time. Clearly, she was too busy seeking out quotes from disaffected former lovers to follow such an argument.<hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--> <p></p><i></i>