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The strain of abundant diversions

There aren’t a lot of things that I really, really, really enjoy. So it seems odd that having plenty of opportunity to engage in a couple of those things would feel, well… somewhat stressful. Yet reading books and watching hockey make me think I need a vacation. Not to get away from those things — but to have enough time to indulge myself in them.

The publishing world and the hockey world have conspired to really fill my plate. As for the former, my TBR stack is really getting out of control. I have four books from the library, two of which are a combined 1,000 pages, and all of which I really want to read. I have three more books on hold there. There’s two books I’m slated to read and review which also approach 1,000 pages. And then there’s the two reviews I really should write within the next week.

While the book piles are overflowing, it’s also the best time of year for hockey fans. The NCAA Division I regionals start this afternoon and run through Sunday (it took a great effort to resist buying a ticket for the West Regional in St. Paul.) The Frozen Four is in two weeks and, about the same time, the USHL playoffs start. The week after the Frozen Four the NHL playoffs start. Throw in work and the other demands of the real world and I just don’t know where to find the time to revel in these opportunities while they’re here.

Of course, if that’s what I have in life to bellyache about, I shouldn’t be complaining. Still (he whines), it’s hard to read and watch hockey at the same time.


You will be surprised what psychological motivation there is in your having physical possession of the books you plan to read.

Norman Lewis, How to Read Better and Faster

Book Review: Orange Sunshine by Nicholas Schou

When people hear the word LSD or the phrase “turn on, tune in, drop out,” a couple images likely come to mind. One is Timothy Leary, the most publicized advocate of LSD. Another is a group of spaced-out hippies in psychedelic clothing (often optional) at a “be-in.” What probably doesn’t come to mind is a smuggling operation responsible not only for bringing tons of marijuana into the country from Mexico, but manufacturing LSD and smuggling hashish from Afghanistan. Yet as Nicholas Schou explores in Orange Sunshine: The Brotherhood of Eternal Love and Its Quest to Spread Peace, Love, and Acid to the World, those were among the main activities of The Brotherhood of Eternal Love.

The Brotherhood stemmed from a concept of a man named John Griggs. Griggs was a marijuana dealer in Laguna Beach, Calif., in the mid-1960s when he discovered LSD. Griggs quickly became an evangelist. Despite his somewhat shady background — and many members of the Brotherhood would have criminal records — Griggs quickly came to believe that LSD was the path to enlightenment, a sacrament by which to discover and commune with God. In fact, when Leary later took up with the Brotherhood, he called Griggs”the holiest man who has ever lived in this country.”

Griggs gathered a tribe of followers who engaged in communal acid trips. Originally about a dozen members, the group grew, dubbing themselves the Brotherhood of Eternal Love and actually forming a church by that name. Griggs and a number of others were serious about spreading peace and love through acid. “We were experiencing a whole new viewpoint of life that was so beautiful and loving and caring of others and the whole world. We felt connected to the source of all life,” one early member relates in the book. But opinions differed. Owsley Stanley, one of the first and best known of the freelance makers of LSD, cursorily dismisses the Brotherhood, calling its members a “bunch of loose cannons on a ship of fools.”

Schou, a reporter for the OC Weekly, did a feature article on the Brotherhood in 2005. With Orange Sunshine he delves more deeply into the group, interviewing not only about a half dozen of the original members, several later members and law enforcement officers. Even if spreading peace, love and LSD to the masses was the Brotherhood’s goal, Schou leaves little doubt that its criminal activity was equally, if not more, widespread. Members of the group smuggled tons of marijuana in from Mexico and distributed millions of hits of acid. In fact, starting in 1967 the group would be responsible for the manufacture and distribution of millions more hits of a form of LSD with 200 times the regular dosage, an LSD tablet Griggs would call “Orange Sunshine,” Several members of the group also made repeated trips to Afghanistan to smuggle tons of hashish into the U.S. The book also suggests that members of the Brotherhood who ended up living on Maui after smuggling tons of marijuana into the state were responsible at least in part for the development of a strain of marijuana that came to be known as “Maui Wowie.”

Some of the smuggling reflected a blend of two California cultures. Many of the prominent Brotherhood members were surfers. Surfboards often became the mechanism for smuggling marijuana, hash or LSD across borders. In fact, not only does one of those surfboards appear in the Jimi Hendrix film Rainbow Bridge that was shot on Maui, members of the Brotherhood appear in the movie.

Orange Sunshine seems less focused than Schou’s prior book, Kill the Messenger: How the CIA’s Crack-Cocaine Controversy Destroyed Journalist Gary Webb but there are a few reasons for that. First, this is a far broader subject involving dozens and dozens of individuals. Additionally, many who were involved in the Brotherhood remain reluctant even today to talk about it and its activities. In fact, it is perhaps surprising how many people agreed to be interviewed by Schou, although as the book occasionally notes, the arrangements for some interviews were rather unique. Yet all this leaves the book feeling a bit amorphous at times and it is at times difficult to track the various alliances within and associated with the organization.

Whether the Brotherhood was as massive a drug smuggling operation as its members claim or the book suggests, there is little doubt it was a major cartel. Law enforcement cracked down on the Brotherhood on August 5, 1972, arresting 57 persons associated with it and confiscating two and a half tons of hash, 30 gallons of hash oil and 1.5 million tablets of Orange Sunshine. Following the busts, Rolling Stone called the group the “Hippie Mafia.” Since its inception, the Brotherhood had clearly moved from its goals of enlightenment to to a commercial drug dealing enterprise. In some ways, that transformation could be viewed as mirroring the transition of the 1960s to the 1970s, Certainly, the cry of “”turn on, tune in, drop out” had already rung hollow by then.

Orange Sunshine may not be the definitive book on LSD culture of the 1960s. Still, it provides insight into an aspect of that milieu and counterculture with which few are familiar.


Put simply, surfing, smoking pot and dropping acid in Maui were the three things the Brotherhood enjoyed more than smuggling.

Nicholas Schou, Orange Sunshine

South Dakota makes a Top 10 “fairness” list

Often finding itself low in national rankings on items from teacher salaries to average annual pay, South Dakota made the top ten in a new ranking out this week. It is 10th among all 50 states in “the fairness of its litigation environment.”

Of course, all rankings should be taken with a grain of salt. Here, that grain is the source of the rankings: the Institute for Legal Reform, an affiliate of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce that spends $20 million a year lobbying for “tort reform.” That isn’t to say there is anything inherently wrong with the organization; it’s just that it has a specific perspective on “fairness.”

At the same time, the rankings, obtained from a survey conducted by Harris Interactive from October 2009 to January 2010, doesn’t hide its approach. It notes that the survey was conducted “to explore how reasonable and balanced the states’ tort liability systems are perceived to be by U.S. business. Participants in the survey were comprised of a sample of 1,482 in-house general counsel, senior litigators or attorneys, and other senior executives who indicated they are knowledgeable about litigation matters at companies with at least $100 million in annual revenues.”

I don’t think that sample group likely has the same views as those of members of, say, the American Trial Lawyers Association or a consumer activist group. Again, as anyone with children knows, “fairness” is in the eye of the beholder.

In the detailed rankings, South Dakota got its highest score for “Judges’ Impartiality,” followed by “Juries’ Fairness.” In those two categories, the state ranked third and sixth, respectively. The lowest scores were for “Scientific and Technical Evidence” (38th) and “Having and Enforcing Meaningful Venue Requirements” (31st).

South Dakota ranked 12th in 2008 and 11th in 2007. Delaware topped the list of the best legal climate while Louisiana and West Virginia ranked 49th and 50th. Even recognizing the survey’s perspective, there is something that will cause some South Dakotans to grumble: North Dakota ranked second.


Life is never fair…And perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

Weekend Edition: 3-20

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Blog Headlines of the Week

Blog Lines of the Week

Interesting Reading in the Interweb Tubes

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Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

Friday Follies 2.6

Stupid Legislative Trick of the Week: A New York legislator last week introduced a bill that would prohibit restaurants from using salt when preparing customers’ meals.

Folly or bravery for a lawyer who may need to appear before the U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals? “…two judges from the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals wiped their asses with the Constitution, presumably because their unethical and spineless souls have been eaten by their imaginary friends.” I wonder what he really thinks.

A judge hearing a case against a man accused of assaulting his girlfriend adjourned the trial so he could perform a marriage ceremony for the couple. When the trial resumed, the new bride promptly claimed spousal privilege to avoid testifying against her husband and the judge found him not guilty. (Via.)

It is inevitable that the statement that a 28-year-old man “tried to strike the [police] officer on the head with his penis” would shortly be followed by “The court heard he had been drinking heavily.” (Via.)

Man dies of morphine overdose while celebrating his clean drug test. (Via.)

I don’t know whether rock and roll was involved, but sex and drugs landed a New Jersey man a 10-year prison sentence. An appeals court ruled this week that loud screaming during sex provides “an objectively reasonable basis” to search a home. Police found 15 growing marijuana plants and 12.5 ounces of marijuana in the home. (Via.)

And it seems only appropriate to close with this quote from an opinion by U.S. Magistrate Judge Paul Cleary of the Northern District of Oklahoma: “The Court’s extensive review of these pages serves as a useful reminder that loaded guns, sharp objects and law degrees should be kept out of the reach of children.” (Via.)


I see disaster. I see catastrophe. Worse, I see lawyers!

Cassandra (Danielle Ferland), Mighty Aphrodite