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Philip Seymour Hoffman, Dylan Farrow and the Consequence of Fame

There were two remarkable, maddening, things that happened over the weekend. Both events were related to fame and the failure of human consequence against the living, but the terms of the punishments were different: Both eternal, but one forever ended.

On Saturday, we read in the New York Times about the harrowing child abuse Dylan Farrow suffered at the hands of her infamous father, writer, director, actor and movie producer, Woody Allen.

On Sunday, we learned of the early death of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman who, at age 46, lived up to his earlier prescience about fame and fortune leading to a quick Hollywood death.  He made his point real in New York City with a needle jabbed in the arm of his corpse.

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Feeling the Needle and the Damage Done

For the most part, when a musician/band sets out to record an album, there is much deliberation involved as to what songs are going to go onto the album. Do they write songs for the album or do they put together songs that they have been performing live and just have not yet recorded in a studio setting? I have been listening to Neil Young‘s masterpiece of an album Harvest quite a lot recently and the question of how songs came into place comes up for me — specifically when I hear the song The Needle and the Damage Done.

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Prescription Heroin Chases the Dragon

The Swiss government is trying to fight heroin drug addiction by directly providing the horse to the addicts. 

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Obama Horse

Obama hasn’t been president a week yet and he’s already horse on the street:

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Heroin Punks Getting Three Years a Bag

I was in a cab yesterday, and my driver pointed out a drug arrest happening across the street in the Jersey City Heights.  He was more interested in the bust than I was.  “There, see?” he asked.  “Three guys in handcuffs.  Seven cops and three unmarked cars pinning in the white car.  That was an undercover horse bust.  Big one.  You won’t see those guys on the street again.”

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