Judy Brown, author of this month's discourse on the insidious scourge of TV addiction, is also known to many suffering from chronic magazine habituation. Abusers of Playboy, Mademoiselle, Chic, Oui and the Soho Weekly News are familiar with the acerbic buzz of Judy's wit, and now celluloid junkies are getting a dose of the Brown charm in the current horror epic The Blood Eaters.
Poor little television—always the villain. Textbooks and articles blame it for the weak wills of lazy viewers without considering the dilemma of addictive personalities in general. I don’t mean to pontificate. I’ve been an addict: I was a compulsive thumb-sucker ’til my braces crowded it out of my mouth and life.
What’s this world coming to, anyway? It seems I can’t even walk out my back door anymore without being viciously attacked by a giant cannabis. —Attacked in Iowa Well, it finally happened. Some of the so-called good people of McKenzie, Tennessee, have forced the only place in town that sells HIGH TIMES to stop selling it.
The drug culture, so-called, is obviously part of something bigger, vaguely known as the consciousness movement, which in turn is the offspring of some species of miscegenation between scientific psychology and traditional mysticism.
There had never been a joke about cunnilingus on TV until Johnny Carson managed to sneak one past NBC’s Continuity Acceptance Department last Christmas. In his opening monologue he was talking about a certain secretary at the staff party.
This is the first in a series of columns that highlight legal information, stories, concepts, ideas and rumors. It’s about the yin and the yang I’ve learned trying drug cases since the ’60s. The changes in law enforcement have been unbelievable and drastic since I began practicing law in the Haight.
October, 1980 Don't be hasty! In the beginning of October you'll need to declare your freedom. Conditions you've been putting up with for some time will become intolerable. If you're a Taurus, Leo, Scorpio or Aquarius, it's time for something new!
Anti-pot hysteria has gone nationwide with the formation of the National Federation of Parents for DrugFree Youth. Claiming to represent over 370 local groups in 48 states, the federation is warmly supported by both the federal Drug Enforcement Administration (America’s international dope-control cops) and the U.S.
Everybody knows marijuana is big business in California, but the state’s agricultural officials are curiously uninterested in knowing just how big. Apparently fearful of being soiled by association with an illegal crop, California’s 58 county agricultural commissioners ended a week of conventioneering and carousing here with a unanimous vote to continue to officially ignore one of the state’s most valuable agricultural products—despite a warning that to ignore marijuana was to ignore their legal responsibility.
A liberal California judge with a reputation for legal brilliance was forced to give up the bench to achieve the status of an ordinary defendant in a pot case. State court of appeals justice Paul Halvonik quit his. prestigious $65,000-a-year post while agreeing to a negotiated settlement of his eight-monthlong, politically controversial pot case.
“Pot dealers in America are given the same type of justice as a Jew in Hitler’s Third Reich or a black man in Florida,” orated herb import mogul Bobby Platshorn in his presentence statement. Platshorn, identified as the kingpin of the celebrated Black Tuna Gang, had little left to lose: Federal district judge James Lawrence King was about to slap him with a prison stretch of 64 years—with a mandatory 33 before he could be considered for parole—and $325,000 in fines.
Even in these dark days of politicians and “parents groups” digging up newfound “scientific" evidence of the dangers of pot smoking, a little light shines. The Drug Abuse Council, a national, independent blue-ribbon panel, has published its latest report, The Facts About “Drug Abuse” (New York: Macmillan, 1980), a serious plea for rationality on the whole subject of the “use and misuse” of licit and illicit drugs.
Two members of the White House Strategy Council on Drug Abuse are so bummed out about the way the council has been stumbling along that they have asked Congress to reduce it to an advisory status or abolish it altogether. Joyce Lowinson, director of the division of substance abuse services at Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New York, and David Musto, a research scientist at Yale Medical School’s Child Study Center, expressed their frustrations in a recent editorial column in the New York Times.
What to do with all that imported weed confiscated in the Sunshine State? Well, Florida Power and Light execs and DEA representatives are studying the possibility of burning it to drive steam turbines that produce electricity. Someone in the federal government has calculated that about a barrel of oil could be saved for every 1,000 pounds of herb burned.
Not gays, pot. Indoor growing methods have advanced so rapidly that this summer housepot turned up in the marketplace and proved what indoor growing aficionados have been claiming for years: Pot from the basement can be as good as pot from the mountains.
HIGH TIMES welcomes anonymous reports, but please be specific about the area, type, quantity and quality of dope referred to. If you are aware of other prices or have other relevant information or suggestions, please send them in. The THMQ is intended solely for comparative purposes and in no way is meant as an inducement to illegal activity, or as an endorsement of dope usage or trafficking, or as an endorsement of any particular dope.
It's early afternoon and the law is driving through Liberty City. Officer Tony Henry, 36 years old, a ten-year veteran of the Miami Police Department, cruises the ghetto. Five-nine, weighing near 185, he's meaty and tough, with a black, pockmarked face and flattened nose.
Marianne Faithfull slouches in her hotel bed, nursing a sore throat while talking on the telephone. Though semiclad in the finest of lace and silk black minislips, her modesty is shielded by a quilted cover, secured in place beneath her chest by a tray precariously laden with a teapot, saucers of honey, plates of lemon and assorted teacups.
The lifeguards have all flown South for the winter, the ice-cream men are collecting unemployment and the boys and girls are back in school. All over the country they're putting down their Frisbees and picking up their notebooks. As a public service, then, HIGH TIMES offers this handy compendium of men and women who managed to secure their place in history despite the opprobrium of their teachers, parents or fellow students.
It started when I was four years old with my first television. I'd wake at dawn to part the doors of our RCA console. (In the early 1950s, staring screens were household embarrassments and TVs infiltrated American living rooms disguised, somewhat ominously, as liquor cabinets.)
If the government ever gets around to reclassifying TV as a narcotic, we may yet see the day when the Food and Drug Administration runs tests on the new shows. Meanwhile, HIGH TIMES has checked out the major networks’ new uppers, downers and hallucinogens to provide some vital pharmacological info for media mainliners.
Now, addiction is one thing and Great Moments are another. Let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater on this one, okay? Toward that end we present you with these five really great moments from TV history. Are they worth 30 years of soap commercials, moronic game shows and the Gabor sisters yakking nonstop with Merv?
Everything you ever wanted to know about Quaaludes but were too comatose to ask
Q. Are Quaaludes (methaqualone) really the ultimate love drug? A. Different strokes for different folks, really. A lot of people do 'ludes to get high, lower their inhibitions and go to town. A lot of other people use grass, booze and fast cars for the same thing.
This place is gently different from anywhere else in the world. The enormous apricot sun hangs over a sky-wide pasture Of imponderable wonders—an elephant looks down between his tusks right into your soul, with mild interest—and here you are home again, in East Africa.
The King William District lies to the east of the San Antonio River just a few blocks south of Center City. The land on which the district now stands was once farmland for the Alamo. The area flourished in the late 1800s as the fashionable place to build a house.
At the Whisky in Hollywood a couple of the local Antichrists are talking to a guy who says he& Johnny Carsotó coke dealer. All the guy’s really important circuits were probably burned out years ago, but he can still finesse a linear point. “If it don’t lead to stupor or ejaculation,” he reveals, “I ain’t interested.”
Richard Pryor spent no small amount of time in his monologues chatting about cocaine and death. A lot of this material doesn’t translate well to print, depending as it does on his voice, timing and delivery. Nevertheless, herewith, a Richard Pryor coke-and-death sampler: • “I snorted cocaine for about 15 years, my dumb ass.
The root of life. It was said to restore sexual potency and cure syphilis. It could bring the still-warm corpse back to life. Always expensive and difficult to obtain, its rarity fed the myths of its supernatural powers and the myths fed the demand.
Belly buttons were banned on CBS-TV. It was a dark age and ABC had not yet discovered T&A. Over at NBC a dotty old lady sat in a closet, compiling an unending list of no-nos. You couldn't discuss astrology, flying saucers or birth control on the tube.
DETROIT—Enraged by consumer-group attempts to legislate the safety of motor-driven vehicles and government cost-cutting schemes involving substitution of gasohol for good old-fashioned petroleum, Motor City products everywhere are going berserk.
LANGADAS, GREECE—"I have examined the fire to see if it's hot enough to burn, and it is —250 to 300 degrees centigrade—and I have examined their feet to see if they are protected by thick calluses, and they are not." Dr. Christos Xenakis, a neurologist, was one of a team of doctors who watched astonished last spring as some 20 people danced and sang before them in a pit of flame, clutching sacred icons and praising God and Saints Constantine and Helen.
LONG BINH, VIETNAM—The United States Air Force dropped more than nine million gallons of the superdefoliant Agent Orange over three provinces of Vietnam between 1962 and 1970. The purpose, to eliminate ground cover for Vietnamese insurgency forces, was not conspicuously successful in the long view; but the spraying was cancelled in 1970 not out of military considerations, but because lab mice in the United States, exposed to a byproduct of Agent Orange, developed cancer and produced offspring with birth defects.
ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA—At least one enormous cloud of violently radioactive fallout passed directly over this city during the British nuke-testing program that stretched from 1956 to 1964, the Adelaide Advertiser has discovered. What's more, it's quite possible that British and Australian servicemen were intentionally thrust into the cloud and saturated with the radiation.
DURBAN, REPUBLIC OF SOUTH AFRICA—Chief Gatsha Buthelezi, leader of this country's five million Zulu tribesfolk and chief minister of the Kwazulu homeland, is taking center stage as the most influential black political figure inside the RSA.
The Ontario Court of Appeals is considering a new trial motion by a man, convicted of marijuana smuggling, who charges that his defense attorney was incompetent to handle his case, being either a drunk or a dope fiend. The trial lawyer, says the man's appeals attorney, had confounded the jury with such "gibberish" as remarks like "In spite of the width, the ribs of the law are different."
Many of us seem to be rapidly losing touch with past history. In 1965 I became aware of this when teaching a class of undergraduates. The discussion turned to a current movie, Point of Order, a documentary detailing the Red-baiting career and downfall of the late Sen.
When I was back in college, a good hi-fi system cost about $500. Now the minimum for good stuff is about $600 to $800. Not bad, considering that big Buicks back then went for about what Volkswagens cost nowadays. (The most you can spend on a hi-fi system has gone through the roof since then—but that’s another story.)
Suddenly, after years of neglect and critical condescension, the Kinks have become too big for even the most sensory deprived pundits to ignore. They are one of the last few rock 'n' roll touring bands who can be counted on to deliver a great show night after night, and a whole new audience has picked up on them in the last two years.
The doctor said Quit smoking cigarettes. He said it with enough force for me to take it seriously, even though I'd started at age 12, one of the James Dean generation who didn't feel dressed without a Pall Mall hanging out of the corner of his mouth.