In 1986, It’s not always clear what a counterculture is, or can be. The '60s, by contrast, have now become “history” enough to stand out clearly as a truly revolutionary time in America, adecade when an entire generation stood up against a stagnant and sick status quo.
In the name of moderation, I suggest we implement the concept of half hits. It would then be easier to monitor one’s consumption more closely. During social smoking, one could request of the Bongmaster a half hit, thus allowing a smoker with low tolerance to preserve social decorum.
Not only am I madder than a speedfreak trapped in a traffic jam during rush hour, but I am resigning—effective immediately! Over the years, I have suggested many worthwhile articles for HIGH TIMES. The only copy of my 56-page cover story on the Bangladesh guru Ramjam was “lost.”
After spending a few weeks in Holland I decided to check out another European free zone I had heard about: Christiania, a section of Copenhagen, Denmark which was liberated in the 70s. Christiania was originally an army barracks. When the army moved out, hippies occupied the still serviceable buildings.
The euphemism for kidnapping, in international law-enforcement language, is “irregular rendition.” As one international law expert explains it, “If you’re an American cop, and want to arrest a foreign national who lives abroad, customarily you first try to have him extradited by his government.
Americans, having evidently gotten accustomed to the fact that they no longer have any rights to privacy in their personal excrement, will probably not put up any fuss at all over the latest innovation in wholesale drug testing: namely, a new procedure, designed for use by employers on employees and job applicants, which analyzes people’s body hair to determine exactly when a person may have taken certain drugs and how much of them at anytime over periods of years in the past.
Marijuana has been legal in the Netherlands for exactly ten years now. Within a couple of years after the Netherlands drug laws were changed to permit unrestricted trading of pot everywhere in the country, it naturally came to be sold in youth centers and underage juice bars everywhere.
"Street of Shame" Trash Czar Mugs Maverick Grove Press
When Barney Rossett founded Grove Press in New York City in 1951 to specialize in the publishing of political dissent, avante-garde arts and letters, and outright pornography, he launched the most vigorous tradition in countercultural publishing—and did it right in the teeth of the great McCarthy Red Scare—that American society has ever tolerated, however reluctantly.
• Every day, letters and phone calls pour into the HIGH TIMES offices, asking the same questions about the rising tide of urine testing. HIGH TIMES has published several articles about this ugly phenomenon in the past, and will continue to expose the cruel and unconstitutional practice as more and more horror stories about its abuse come to our attention.
Ginseng, Chi Power, Ginseng Rush, Up Time, Rocket Fuel, Zoom, Lifeforce, Pep, Fire Up, Excel, Ultra Energy Plus, spirulena, wheat grass, bee pollen, mahuang, guarana, guaranine, gotu kola, bissy nut, etc. Any stimulant will use up internal energizing electrochemicals and can create some degree of dependence.
For those who have watched the international pot trade over the past two decades, recent events must surely elicit a sense of deja vu. History has repeated itself in the pot industry since the days when Sergeant Pepper’s band began to play, with today’s market remarkably similar to that of fifteen and twenty years ago.
They’ve been called “The Grateful Dead of New York’s Lower East Side,” “the apotheosis of the garage sound,” and “one of the most overlooked bands in America.” They formed in 1976, playing sweaty dance music in the middle of a stiff-legged punk revolution.
HIGH TIMES is proud to present an excerpt from one of the finest books of dope journalism published in recent years: THE FRUIT PALACE by Charles Nicholl. Four years ago, Nicholl was given a hare-brained assignment from an editor at a London publishing house: visit Colombia, penetrate the drug underworld, and write an exposé on it.
If these things have a beginning I suppose this began at the Fruit Palace, some twelve years ago now. The Fruit Palace was a small, whitewashed café, much like thousands of others in Colombia. It stood a couple of blocks up from the waterfront in Santa Marta, a hot, scruffy sea-port on the northern coast.
In the spring of 1980, around the time when I first dropped acid, my friend Air Jay and I began work on a low-budget documentary on gold mining towns. On the weekend of May 18th, we decided to visit Ellensburg in eastern Washington to interview some old coots who lived and mined the mountains in the ‘20s and ‘30s.
Looking for gaint, purple-haired Rastafarian buds dripping with resin? Looking for a mindbending vacation in a sundrenched Third World country? Looking for a seven-mile long, white-sand beach with a live coral reef? Look to Negril, mon: potsmokers'Shangri La.
In Jamaica, ganja can be purchased easily, in any town, at any time, on almost any street corner. Smoking is open and prevalent. Officially, it’s illegal. Unofficially, it’s no problem, mon. The best ganja in Jamaica grows in the hills surrounding Negril.
The volume on the amplifier of the collective unconscious is turned up all the way. It is hissing a wall of crackling white noise, the empty sonic stare of static, the pure raw energy of that void. Then, like some instinctive radio receiver tuned in on shamanistic mindwaves, it picks out of the infinity of memory the possibility of the lost forgotten chord of psychedelic art. The thought of visual hallucination can repeat itself in an endless variety of ways until the idea is a distortion.
The Whale lay fully clothed beneath his blanket on the bottom bunk in his cell, chilled to the bone in Four Block’s ninety degree heat. He was terminally dope sick, suffering from a lack of heroin. Goosebumps rose like welts on his massive, tattooed arms.
Dear Ed, Last year I started my plants indoors in February and moved them outside in five gallon buckets when it got warm. My medium is a mix of ¼ forest soil, ¼ cow manure, ¼ peat moss, ¼ sand, and 2 tablespoons 5-10-5 plant food. The plants are in the middle of an open field so they get plenty of sunlight.
THIS IS THE FIFTH IN A SERIES OF articles written by Jorge Cervantes, author of the bestselling Indoor Marijuana Horticulture known by many as the Bible of indoor growing. The series will detail just about anything the novice or experienced indoor grower could want to know.
The last transplants were in the ground by the first week of July. Then I just had to maintain the patches—see that the plants got adequate amounts of water and nutrients for the next months. I spent my spare time looking for more new places to grow in.
“Simply the place to be,” claims Summerset Village in Negril, Jamaica, and we couldn’t agree more (see p. 48 for more about Negril itself, a once quiet fishing village cum tourist paradise). At Summerset Village, located in Negril’s west end cliff area, fourteen cottages and bungalows surround a freshwater pool. Prefer the ocean? Summerset Village is a mere 300 yards from the Caribbean, and 2½ miles from Negril Beach. All rooms come complete with ceiling fans and hammocks, kitchen facilities and utensils, and daily maid service to make your stay as laid back as possible. For more information, contact Vacation Network (800)423-4095 or write or call Summerset Village, PO Box 4, Negril, Jamaica, West Indies, (809) 957-4409.
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The most often seen “expert” in cultivation cases is the local narc. This is often a poorly trained and ill-informed county or city cop who is allowed by the court to present his opinion on such things as whether or not you were growing the plants for your own use or for purposes of (later) sale, the expected yield of the crop and what the pot is “worth” on the market.
1. I dunno, take your pick. Which name does more to offend the banal tranquility of your summer cerebral vegetation, Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel or the Butthole Surfers? The Buttholes have the advantage of being gratuitously filthy: squalor without any pretension to redemptive meaning.
8 MILLION WAYS TO DIE opens with Jeff Bridges hovering in a helicopter over some smoggy metropolis. He says, “Ah, there are eight million stories in that naked city. Remember that show?” Nobody bothers to remind him that he’s in Los Angeles and the Naked City was New York, but considering that he’s playing an alcoholic ex-cop who has trouble remembering his own name, he can be forgiven for getting his old TV shows screwed up.
• The Girl On a Motorcycle (Monterey Home Video). The BARBARELLA of motorcycle movies. Unfortunately a lot of the time it masquerades as a French art film but at least has the good sense to exploit the sex, the absurd psychedelic dream sequences and the recurring shots of naked star Marianne Faithful zipping herself into a skin-tight leather jump suit.