La marihuana es probablemente la droga de uso casual más popular del mundo, la cual es ilegal en muchos países. Se ha vuelto tan común que algunas personas no dudarian en pedir fuego a algún amigo o incluso, fumar en lugares públicos. Es un fármaco antiguo que se ha utilizado en toda la historia con fines médicos, mágicos y placenteros. Gracias a las tácticas de miedo de la propaganda en los años 1960 y 1970, hay muchos mitos en torno de la marihuana. Esta lista tiene la intención de poner las cosas claras de una vez por todas.
1.- Se almacena en la grasa corporal
Mito: El THC, ingrediente activo de la marihuana, se almacena en la grasa corporal y su efecto puede durar días o incluso semanas.
Es cierto que la marihuana (como muchas otras drogas) entra en los depósitos de grasa del cuerpo, y es por esta razón que puede ser detectado tras su uso, pero es la única parte de este mito que es verdad. El hecho es que los aspectos psicoactivos de la marihuana almacenados se utilizan rápidamente y mientras que el residuo de la droga sigue presente, ya no tiene ningún efecto sobre la persona. Además, la presencia de THC en la grasa corporal no es perjudicial para la grasa, el cerebro, o cualquier otra parte del cuerpo.
2.- Pérdida de la memoria
Mito: El consumo de marihuana provoca pérdida de memoria y una reducción general en la lógica y la inteligencia.
Este, es otro mito que tiene elementos de verdad y es sin duda la razón por la que es creído por muchos. Las pruebas de laboratorio han demostrado que la marihuana reduce la memoria a corto plazo, pero sólo cuando una persona está intoxicada con ella. Una persona que ha fumado marihuana será capaz de recordar lo aprendido antes de que ingrese a su organismo, pero puede tener problemas para aprender nueva información durante la intoxicación. No hay ninguna evidencia científica que sugiera que esto puede convertirse en un problema a largo plazo o permanente estando sobrio.
3.- Probado científicamente
Mito: Ha sido probado científicamente que la marihuana no es nociva.
Empecemos con una cita: “el fumar marihuana, incluso a largo plazo, no es dañino para la salud.” Esta cita proviene de “The Lancet” revista médica británica (fundada en 1823). Ciertamente, no hay consenso científico sobre el consumo de marihuana, y, ciertamente, ninguna prueba científica de que el uso ocasional es peligroso para la salud.
4.- Pérdida de motivación
Mito: El consumo de marihuana produce apatía y falta de motivación.
Los estudios realizados en sujetos de prueba en la que se les dio una alta dosis de marihuana regularmente, durante un período de días o semanas, encontró que no hubo pérdida de motivación o capacidad. Por supuesto, el abuso de cualquier sustancia tóxica durante largos períodos reducirá la capacidad de una persona para funcionar normalmente, pero la marihuana no es mejor ni peor. Además, los estudios indican que los consumidores de marihuana tienden a tener mayores puestos de trabajo remunerados que los no consumidores.
5.- Estadísticas criminales
Mito: La marihuana es causante de crímenes.
Algunas personas creen que el consumo de marihuana conduce a la violencia y la agresión, y que esto, a su vez, conduce a la delincuencia. Pero los hechos no se acumulan. Una seria investigación en este ámbito ha encontrado que los consumidores de marihuana son menos propensos a cometer crímenes, por su efecto en la reducción de la agresión. Dicho esto, debido al número de países que han prohibido la marihuana, la mayoría de los usuarios en el mundo son técnicamente calificados como delincuentes sólo por la posesión de la droga.
6.- Muerte cerebral
Mito: La marihuana produce la muerte de las células cerebrales.
La marihuana no causa ningún cambio profundo en la capacidad mental de una persona. Es cierto que después de consumir el alcaloide, algunas personas pueden sentir pánico, paranoia y miedo, estos efectos pasan , sin llegar a convertirse en algo permanente. Es posible que una persona sufra una psicosis tóxica si consume la marihuana en grandes cantidades, pero esto no es exclusivo de la marihuana y es muy raro.
7.- Es una puerta de entrada hacia otras drogas.
Mito: La marihuana es una droga de entrada, en otras palabras, conduce al abuso de drogas más potentes.
Para la mayoría de la gente, la marihuana es una droga terminal, no una droga de entrada. Para usuarios de drogas de alta resistencia, como la heroína o el LSD es, estadísticamente, más probable que hayan consumido marihuana en el pasado, pero esto es sólo jugar con las estadísticas, al comparar el número de usuarios de marihuana con los usuarios de drogas fuertes, las cifras son muy pequeñas, lo que sugiere que no existe ninguna relación en absoluto.
8.- Potencia moderna
Mito: La marihuana es hoy más potente que en el pasado.
La razón de que este mito es por las muestras tomadas por los organismos de represión de las drogas las cuales utilizan para probar la potencia, pero son una pequeña muestra de la marihuana que existe en el mercado. La gran mayoría de marihuana consumida hoy tiene la misma fuerza que ha tenido durante décadas. De hecho, incluso si la potencia fuera muy superior, tendría poca diferencia para el usuario como la marihuana de menos potencia, la cual produce efectos muy similares. Además, hay datos estadísticos sobre la potencia de la marihuana, que data de los años 80 , que es más confiable que los actuales métodos de detección, y eso demuestra poco o nada de aumento.
9.- Daño pulmonar
Mito: La marihuana es más dañina para los pulmones que el cigarrillo.
En primer lugar, las personas que fuman marihuana, tienden a fumar cigarrillos con mucho menos frecuencia, lo que limita su exposición a los peligros del humo. Además, los fumadores de marihuana no sufren la inhalación de los numerosos aditivos que van en los cigarrillos comerciales para hacerlos quemar más rápido o para permanecer encendido. Incluso ha habido alguna evidencia de que fumar marihuana no tiene el mismo efecto en los tubos bronquiales como el humo del cigarrillo, por lo que incluso el uso frecuente no puede conducir a un enfisema.
10.- marihuana y adicción
Mito: La marihuana es altamente adictiva.
Menos del uno por ciento de personas fuman marihuana más de una vez por día. De los grandes consumidores, una pequeña minoría tiende desarrollar lo que parece ser una dependencia y necesita contar con la ayuda de los servicios de rehabilitación para dejar de fumar, pero no hay nada en la marihuana que cause dependencia física y la explicación más probable para aquellos que necesitan ayuda es que están teniendo dificultades para romper el hábito, no la “adicción”.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Top Gear, ¿Truco Publicitario?”
Al estar haciendo uso de la red social Twitter, me percate de que en México el “Trending Topic” (Tema de Moda) era sobre los comentarios que hicieron los conductores que llevan el programa; Top Gear de la BBC de Londres, como buen internauta que soy, busque el video y escuche lo que dijeron.
En realidad estaban diciendo cosas muy atinadas sobre cómo somos lo mexicanos, que si, pueden ser ofensivas pero siento que hubo una exageración en la reacción. Me parece que nosotros los mexicanos tendemos a exagerar las cosas; además creo que la reacción de los medios fue un poco excedida. También este programa de televisión es sobre coches, no creo que tengan un fundamento fuerte para hacer ese tipo de crítica, por lo cual solo pensé que los conductores eran unos xenofóbicos ignorantes, pero después me puse a reflexionar; que nosotros, los mexicanos, somos los primeros en hacer chistes o el comentario poco atinado sobre; otras culturas, personas, razas, etc… para ejemplificar esto podemos hacer referencia al pasado presidente Vicente Fox Quezada; que para mi gusto tiene más importancia, lo que dice un representante político de un país, que lo que digan los conductores de un programa de TV. Cuando estaba la catástrofe de Catrina e hizo el comentario: “Los mexicanos hacemos el trabajo que ni si quiera los “Negros” quieren hacer” o las cadenas de televisión nacional con algunos personajes como “Tachidito”, y así hay miles de ejemplos. Por lo cual creo que recibimos una cucharada de nuestra propia medicina.
Sin embargo, me pregunte, porque la BBC de Londres permitiría a estos conductores hacer un comentario así, sabiendo lo que esto podría generar.
Fue entonces cuando me puse a indagar un poco más al respecto, encontrando de esta manera dos artículos, el primero en el NY times[1], en el cual decía que la BBC está teniendo un recorte del 16% de su presupuesto, por lo cual va a cerrar 5 de sus 32 servicios de lenguaje y tendrá que correr a 650 empleados. El otro de The economist[2] en el cual dan una posible explicación del porque de estos comentarios, ellos argumentan que debido al recorte de presupuesto; los conductores de este programa hicieron estos comentarios para llamar la atención de los medios y de esta manera hacer marketing llamando la atención de más personas. Lo cual suena bastante lógico y razonable, porque lo que buscan es captar más audiencia. Creo que esta explicación se apega bastante a la realidad y apoyo la teoría de que todo esto solo es un truco publicitario más.
Para concluir, creo que nos debe de preocupar la imagen que damos al mundo y que si no queremos que hagan este tipo de comentarios sobre los mexicanos, nosotros somos los que tenemos que cambiar y demostrar lo contrario, además de evitar de hacer burla de otras culturas. Hay que tratar a los demás como queremos que nos traten.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Death of Simon the Magician
Simon Magus, having called upon the spirits of the air, is here shown being picked up by the demons. St. Peter demands that the evil genii release their hold upon the magician. The demons are forced to comply and Simon Magus is killed by the fall.
Monday, January 24, 2011
ABRAXAS, A Gnostic Pantheos
The name ABRAXAS, coined by Basilides, the Egyptian Gnostic, is a word symbol consisting of seven letters which signify the seven creative powers or planetary angels recognized by the ancients. Sampson Arnold Mackey advances the theory that the name is compounded from two ancient words, ABIR, which means a bull, and AXIS, which means the pole. To substantiate his belief, he brings forward the fact that a motion of the earth, commonly called the alternation of the poles, resulted in the vernal equinox taking place at one time in Taurus, the Celestial Bull, over the north pole. The four white horses drawing the chariot of ABRAXAS symbolizes the four ethers by means of which the solar power, ABRAXAS, is circulated through all parts of the universe.
The seven lettered name of ABRAXAS is symbolically significant of his seven-rayed power. That the modern world has any knowledge whatever of ancient Gnostic symbolism is largely due to the cupidity of those individuals who set themselves the task of destroying every intelligible record of Gnostic philosophy; for wishing to keep rather than destroy articles of commercial value, these fanatics preserved gems upon which Gnostic symbols were engraved. The above plate is the enlargement and amplification of a Gnostic jewel, the original stone being only a trifle over an inch in height. Rings and other articles of jewelry set which Gnostic gems were undoubtedly used by members of the cult as means of identification. As the order was a secret society, the designs were small and inconspicuous.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The ground plan of Stonehenge
The Druid temples or places of religious worship were not patterned after those of other nations. Most of their ceremonies were performed at night, either in thick groves of oak trees or around open air altars built of great uncut stones. How these masses of rock were moved has not been satisfactorily explained. The most famous of their altars, a great ring of rocks, is Stonehenge, in Southwestern England. This structure, laid out on an astronomical basis, still stands a wonder of antiquity.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Thoughts of you
Knowing that I’ll die
Helps me feel my life
When you came into my vibe
It was 1999
Frustrated with my mind
Time is just a sign
Of ideas that went by
When I was just a child
Intuition tells me why
You came in from behind
To tell me just a lie
And forget me for a while
Depression holds me back
With some junk inside my bag
Forget this time to time
And free me from inside
Cold turkey starts to strike
And the junky that’s inside
Thinks of all the times
You stayed inside my mind
My dreams start to fade
And notice you’re away
If ideas could be real
I would make you feel.
Que triste se aproxima el mes de Noviembre
Hoy dormirás conmigo sobre esta cama blanca,
Y mañana con el primer rayo de sol
Volverás a ser espejismo.
Que doloroso recordar mañana
Lo que nunca hubo de ser
Porque hoy corres por mis venas
Con el angustioso latido de mi corazón
Que presiente que mañana
Serás recuerdo.
Lost In the Subway
Yesterday afternoon in this huge city of ours, I was traveling in the subway; to avoid the waist of time that’s traffic, when out of a sudden, this beautiful girl hopped in the car I was traveling in. You can only notice that she didn't belong in this scenario; with her Marc Jacobs bag, and her American apparel outfit, like it was taken out of an internet catalog.
You could become aware that she was nervous and wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. After the first stop she started to relax, because she knew she had to reach her destiny, this was the only thing that made her stay put. At this time I thought; wow this is the first time I’ve seen a pretty girl like that in a trashy place like this.
I began to check her out and then as is typical in the subway, our eyes met and in a split second we both looked in a different direction (Why is it so uncomfortable to make eye contact?). At this point I became aware that she was checking me out too. After three or four stops, I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention; she stepped out of the car. At this moment I knew I would never see her again. I started asking myself, why is it so hard to approach somebody in a public place? How come we are not able to make this first contact?
I wish I had the courage to talk to this random beautiful girl, but at the moment my chance had pass and it was gone forever.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Not a chance for a dance
This creation
Is inspiration
Of your sensation
Of admiration.
Is inspiration
Of your sensation
Of admiration.
You believe
And forgive
And indeed
You are pleased
With this shit
That you hear
And you fear
This is real.
And forgive
And indeed
You are pleased
With this shit
That you hear
And you fear
This is real.
You were gone
And forgot
Now I’m back
In prosac
And forgot
Now I’m back
In prosac
I am crushed
Turned to dust
This is fucked
I messed up
Turned to dust
This is fucked
I messed up
This is life
And goes by
For a while
You were mine
And goes by
For a while
You were mine
Now it’s time
To say bye
Pass me by
And say hi
To say bye
Pass me by
And say hi
I was high
All this time
Now I’m low
Love was blown.
All this time
Now I’m low
Love was blown.
A female Hierophant of the mysteries
This illustration shows Cybele, here called the Syrian Goddess, in the robes of a hierophant. Montfaucon describes the figure as follows: “Upon her head is an Episcopal mitre, adorned on the lower part with towers and pinnacles; over the gate of the city is a crescent, and beneath the circuit of the walls a crown of rays. The Goddess wears a sort of surplice, exactly like the surplice of a priest or bishop; and upon the surplice a tunic, which falls down to the legs; and over all an Episcopal cope, with the twelve signs of the Zodiac wrought on the borders. The figure hath a lion on each side, and holds in its left hand a Tympanum, a Sistrum, a Distaff, a Caduceus, and another instrument. In her right hand she holds with her middle finger a thunderbolt, and upon the same arm animal, insects, and, as das as we may guess, flowers and fruit, a bow, a quiver, a torch, and a scythe.” The whereabouts of the statue is unknown, the copy reproduced by Montfaucon being from drawings by Pirro Ligorio.
Words of the week
English:
Inveterate: (empedernido) firmly established by long persistence <the inveteratetendency to overlook the obvious>
Spanish:
Almagre: (Red Ocher) is the term for both a golden-yellow or light yellow brown color and for a form of earth pigment which produces the color. The pigment can also be used to create a reddish tint known as Red ochre.
German:
Schwangerschaft: (Pregnancy) is the carrying of one or more offspring, known as a fetus or embryo, inside the womb of a female.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Big Boy - David Sedaris (via Melissa Wilson)
IT WAS EASTER SUNDAY IN CHICAGO, and my sister Amy and I were attending an afternoon dinner at the home of our friend John. The weather was nice, and he'd set up a table in the backyard so that we might sit in the sun. Everyone had taken their places, when I excused myself to visit the bathroom, and there, in the toilet, was the absolute biggest turd I have ever seen in my life - no toilet paper or anything, just this long and coiled specimen, as thick as a burrito.
I flushed the toilet, and the big turd trembled. It shifted position, but that was it. This thing wasn't going anywhere. I thought briefly of leaving it behind for someone else to take care of, but it was too late for that. Too late, because before getting up from the table, I'd stupidly told everyone where I was going. "I'll be back in a minute,: I'd said. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." My whereabouts were public knowledge. I should have said I was going to make a phone call. I'd planned to urinate and maybe run a little water over my face, but now I had this to deal with.
The tank refilled, and I made a silent promise. The deal was that if this thing would go away, I'd repay the world by performing some unexpected act of kindness. I flushed the toilet a second time, and the big turd spun a lazy circle. "Go on," I whispered. "Scoot! Shoo!" I turned away, ready to perform my good deed, but when I looked back down, there it was, bobbing to the surface in a fresh pool of water.
Just then someone knocked on the door, and I started to panic.
"Just a minute."
At an early age my mother sat me down and explained that everyone has bowel movements. "Everyone," she'd said. "Even the president and his wife." She'd mentioned our neighbors, the priest, and several of the actors we saw each week on television. I'd gotten the overall picture, but natural or not, there was no way I was going to take responsibility for this one.
"Just a minute."
I seriously considered lifting this turd out of the toilet and tossing it out the window. It honestly crossed my mind, but John lived on the ground floor and a dozen people were seated at a picnic table ten feet away. They'd see the window open and notice something dropping to the ground. And these were people who would surely gather round and investigate. Then there I'd be with my unspeakably filthy hands, trying to explain that it wasn't mine. But why bother throwing it out the window if it wasn't mine? No one would have believed me except the person who left it in the first place, and chances were pretty slim that the freak in question would suddenly step forward and own up to it. I was trapped.
"I'll be out in a second!"
I scrambled for a plunger and used the handle to break the turd into manageable pieces, all the while thinking that it wasn't fair, that this was technically not my job. Another flush and it still didn't go down. Come on, pal. Let's move it. While waiting for the tank to refill, I thought maybe I should wash my hair. It wasn't dirty, but I needed some excuse to cover the amount of time I was spending in the bathroom. Quick, I thought. Do something. By now the other guests were probably thinking that I was the type of person who uses dinner parties as an opportunity to defecate and catch up on my reading.
"Here I come. I'm just washing up."
One more flush and it was all over. The thing was gone and out of my life. I opened the door, to find my friend Janet, who said, "Well, it's about time." And I was left thinking that the person who abandoned the huge turd had no problem with it, so why did I? Why the big deal? Had it been left there to teach me a lesson? Had a lesson been learned? Did it have anything to do with Easter? I resolved to put it all behind me, and then I stepped outside to begin examining the suspects.
I flushed the toilet, and the big turd trembled. It shifted position, but that was it. This thing wasn't going anywhere. I thought briefly of leaving it behind for someone else to take care of, but it was too late for that. Too late, because before getting up from the table, I'd stupidly told everyone where I was going. "I'll be back in a minute,: I'd said. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." My whereabouts were public knowledge. I should have said I was going to make a phone call. I'd planned to urinate and maybe run a little water over my face, but now I had this to deal with.
The tank refilled, and I made a silent promise. The deal was that if this thing would go away, I'd repay the world by performing some unexpected act of kindness. I flushed the toilet a second time, and the big turd spun a lazy circle. "Go on," I whispered. "Scoot! Shoo!" I turned away, ready to perform my good deed, but when I looked back down, there it was, bobbing to the surface in a fresh pool of water.
Just then someone knocked on the door, and I started to panic.
"Just a minute."
At an early age my mother sat me down and explained that everyone has bowel movements. "Everyone," she'd said. "Even the president and his wife." She'd mentioned our neighbors, the priest, and several of the actors we saw each week on television. I'd gotten the overall picture, but natural or not, there was no way I was going to take responsibility for this one.
"Just a minute."
I seriously considered lifting this turd out of the toilet and tossing it out the window. It honestly crossed my mind, but John lived on the ground floor and a dozen people were seated at a picnic table ten feet away. They'd see the window open and notice something dropping to the ground. And these were people who would surely gather round and investigate. Then there I'd be with my unspeakably filthy hands, trying to explain that it wasn't mine. But why bother throwing it out the window if it wasn't mine? No one would have believed me except the person who left it in the first place, and chances were pretty slim that the freak in question would suddenly step forward and own up to it. I was trapped.
"I'll be out in a second!"
I scrambled for a plunger and used the handle to break the turd into manageable pieces, all the while thinking that it wasn't fair, that this was technically not my job. Another flush and it still didn't go down. Come on, pal. Let's move it. While waiting for the tank to refill, I thought maybe I should wash my hair. It wasn't dirty, but I needed some excuse to cover the amount of time I was spending in the bathroom. Quick, I thought. Do something. By now the other guests were probably thinking that I was the type of person who uses dinner parties as an opportunity to defecate and catch up on my reading.
"Here I come. I'm just washing up."
One more flush and it was all over. The thing was gone and out of my life. I opened the door, to find my friend Janet, who said, "Well, it's about time." And I was left thinking that the person who abandoned the huge turd had no problem with it, so why did I? Why the big deal? Had it been left there to teach me a lesson? Had a lesson been learned? Did it have anything to do with Easter? I resolved to put it all behind me, and then I stepped outside to begin examining the suspects.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Mithra In the form of the Leontocephalic Kronos.
“At the pinnacle of the divine hierarchy and at the origin of all things, the Mithraic theology, the heir of that of the Zervanitic Magi, placed boundless Time. Sometime they would call it Saeculum or Saturnus; but this appellations were conventional and contingent, for he was considered ineffable bereft alike of name, sex and passion” The figure signifies the inevitable victory of boundless Time (eternity) over every creature and condition. In time all begins reach completion; in Time all wrongs are righted; in Time salvation is assured to all. The head of the lions signifies that the mortal concept of Time is the despotic ruler of the animal –or irrational- creation; that its strengths is supreme; ant that it devours all the lesser powers which exist temporarily within it. The coils of the serpent represent the motion of the heavenly spheres through the zodiac, which is shown as a human body. The golden key indicates that Time is the key to the mystery of existence. The sword is the instrument by which the demon of man-made Time is slain and his body divided into past and future, while to the gods is given rulership of the everlasting now. The double set of wings signifies the flight of Time through the inferior worlds of the four elements, and the eight stars are the spheres upheld by Time. The dome of the Mithraic cave is ornamented with stars to typify the universality of the divine cult, and the radiant globe upon which the figure stands is the universe. The resurrection of the figure from the darkness of the tomb reveals the ascension of boundless duration from the narrow limitations of man-conceived time. The three kneeling figures are the limitations of the three-dimensional world-length, breadth, and thickness- which bow before the limitless Eon.
Words of the week
English
Effluvium: an invisible emanation; especially : an offensive exhalation or smell. A by-product especially in the form of waste.
German
Bedeutsamkeit: (Transcendence) In philosophy, the adjective transcendental and the noun transcendence convey three different but somehow related primary meanings, all of them derived from the word's literal meaning (from Latin), of climbing or going beyond.
Español
Rostrituerto: Wry-faced from sadness or anger.
Effluvium: an invisible emanation; especially : an offensive exhalation or smell. A by-product especially in the form of waste.
German
Bedeutsamkeit: (Transcendence) In philosophy, the adjective transcendental and the noun transcendence convey three different but somehow related primary meanings, all of them derived from the word's literal meaning (from Latin), of climbing or going beyond.
Español
Rostrituerto: Wry-faced from sadness or anger.
Monday, January 3, 2011
The Ptolemaic Scheme of the Universe
In ridiculing the geocentric system of astronomy expounded by Claudius Ptolemy, modern astronomers have overlooked the philosophic key to the Ptolemaic system. The universe of Ptolemy is a diagrammatic representation of the relationships existing between the various divine and elemental parts of every creature, and is not concerned with astronomy as that science is now comprehended. In the image above, special attention is called to the three circles of zodiacs surrounding the orbits of the planets. These zodiacs represent the threefold spiritual constitution of the universe. The orbits of the planets are the Governors of the world and the four elemental spheres in the center represent the physical constitution of both man and the universe. Ptolemy’s scheme of the universe is simply a cross section of the universal aura, the planets and elements to which he refers having no relation to those recognized by modern astronomers.
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