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Michael Coblentz, the owner of Night-bloomers, a small nursery specializing in exotic botanicals, was busted this past May for selling San Pedro cactus, a plant readily available in many nurseries. The San Pedro cactus contains a small amount of mescaline, as do many other succulent plants.
Edwin Meese, our right-wing, incompetent Attorney General, may have finally met his legal match. At confirmation hearings for the next head of the FBI, nominee Judge William Sessions disagreed with Meese's vision for the government’s anti-drug campaign.
Peter Tosh, the brilliant reggae singer/composer, was shot to death during an apparent robbery in his home outside of Kingston, Jamaica, on September 13. Born Winston Hubert Mclntosh in 1945, Tosh was an outspoken proponent of people's rights, individual rights and the legalization of marijuana.
"URINE TEST" A STEALSTEAL THIS URINE TEST is the latest effort of former hippie-radical Abbie Hoffman, who also authored the seventies' classic STEAL THIS BOOK. Defined by Hoffman as a "call to arms against a ritual that has nothing to do with drug abuse and a lot to do with controlling citizens," the book was released this past fall by Penguin Books.
Semjase (pronounced Sem-yazi) is an alien female from the planet Erra, located in the Pleiades, a group of seven stars clustered together in our galaxy, which are sometimes called "The Seven Sisters." Semjase has been in physical and telepathic contact with a human, Fred Bell, who drew her portrait (see inset).
GREETINGS from Southern California, the land of endless summer, low-riders, bronzed bodies and beach bunnies, and where the latest sport is target practice on the freeways. After living in the East Village for the past seven years, my move to beautiful downtown Burbank gives new meaning to the concept of culture shock.
The scenario is a familiar one: Local cops swoop down on an unsuspecting drug dealer and haul him, his stash and his cash down to the local hoosegow. The next day, the dealer picks up the morning paper (having made bail) and reads about the bust.
Every day, HIGH TIMES receives several phone calls from people inquiring about drug tests. Most of the callers have to take a test in a day or two and suddenly realize what's at stake. Some of the calls are from people who don't take drugs but failed a drug test.
In a landmark case in Boston, a federal jury awarded $125,000 to a man who was fired for failing to pass a urine test. The jury found that Donal Kelley, a nine-year employee of the oil-drilling company Schlumberger Technology, had his rights to privacy violated by unannounced random drug tests in May and June of 1985.
Jello Biafra, lead singer of the Dead Kennedys (better known for their name than their music), walked away from obscenity charges stemming from a poster that accompanied the group's "Frankenchrist" album after the jury announced that it was deadlocked at 7-5 for acquittal.
Pictured above is Dan Horn, winner of the 1987 Forcade Scholarship. Dan, a senior at the E.W. Scripps School of Journalism at Ohio State University, qualified for the award for his ability as an in-depth reporter and good news writer. After serving an internship at the Kentucky Post, Dan took over as editor of the Scripps school paper, The Post.
A small community lay clustered around the big stone house on the hilltop, inhabited by sharecroppers and a few craftsmen. Hard times had set in long ago. The hands of men who in earlier times would have been princes were now soiled and calloused, the women were doing their own laundry.
The wanderer could have been a downscale version of Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Rotten, Suzanne Vega, Bob Dylan or Bonnie Raitt. For that matter, it could have been Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, or any old bluesman wandering around the Mississippi Delta.
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We’re having quite a drought down here in Boca Raton. Those who have managed to surmount it have become fiercely parsimonious with what little they have. I’m just hoping that the upcoming tourist season can work some magic, and work it soon.
The Oregon Marijuana Initiative is continuing its efforts to change Oregon's cannabis laws. On November 6,1986 their proposal to legalize marijuana growing and possession for personal private use was defeated by the Oregon electorate, 74 percent against, 26 percent in favor.
"We're the one-take boys," said Mike Brewer with a smile during a recent show at New York's Bottom Line. "Never had to buy pot. People would just throw it on the stage." Nobody threw pot on stage for Brewer & Shipley's first New York appearance in seven years, but there was that sweet smell in the air.
WELL, once again an epidemic of stiff necks is loose in the land, as millions of hopeful heads are re-swiveling themselves spaceward in search of signs from above. UFOmania might come and go, but UFOs themselves never really disappear—they just yo-yo from background to foreground in an endless, media-fueled cycle of public interest.
Some of you out there might want to—between sessions of serious sky-searching—gather some down-to-Earth background info on those frisbees from afar. The following opinionated survey of information sources might help: LIGHT YEARS, by Gary Kinder (Morgan Entrekin/Atlantic Monthly Press): This odd, sad story of contactee/burnout Billy Meier is also my fave of the current batch.
A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THIS STORY...
No, I was not abducted by aliens (and not from lack of wanting, either). It was something much more mundane, and more intertwined with the baseness typical of this mortal coil than with any high-minded notion of cosmic consciousness. In the course of researching this story, I made arrangements to attend the 18th annual MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) International Symposium on Unidentified Aerial Phenomena, held this past June 26-28 at American University in Washington, D.C.
Oaxaca, Mexico, doorway to another world, is the center of Indian activity in all of Mexico. Not far to the south lies the Pacific; to the west, Mexico City, and to the east, Chiappas and the Yucatan, ancient Mayan and Aztec centers. For the Indians who live in the mountains surrounding the city, Oaxaca is the hub of commercial trade: Huge markets are filled with extraordinary weavings, stone work, ceramics, and masks.
HT: Hi, Mr. Arguelles? JOSÉ: Yes... This is Peter Gorman, from HIGH TIMES. HIGH TIMES? Am I thinking of the right magazine? The pro-marijuana magazine? Yes. Okay, got it. No problem. I went down to El Tulé and spent a week there... I missed most of the media show here, and I've just begun collecting material about what happened.
THE CELEBRATIONS this past summer of the 20th anniversary of the Summer of Love are by now but a memory, gone like the events of the summer of '67. As we move on, entering today what many believe to be a new age spurred on by the Harmonic Convergence of last August, we are in a continuous process of unconsciously selecting those experiences, images and feelings that will remain with us.
Located between Bakersfield and Santa Maria, the mountains of the Los Padres National Forest are among the most rugged in California—a wild and inhospitable world visited by hunters, masochistic nature freaks, and a few renegade dope growers.
On my return flight from Hawaii, I dreamed a dream that summed up my brief Xmas vacation there. We had just crossed the Rockies when I slipped into unconsciousness... There I was, lying in bed listening to the teeming, monsoonlike rain hammer rhythms on the clay tile roof.
This picture was taken at 9½ months. The plant was a natural dwarf and an exact miniature of an indica. It was never trimmed and had fully developed buds. The plant was nine inches tall and yielded three-quarters of an ounce. —Li'l Bud From the British Colombia Coast Skunk hybrid.
It all began back in 1974 with a handful of Colombian seeds. The plants were great—12 feet plus. Of course the buds were skinny and immature. A friend of mine suggested pollinating my big plants with a new variety he had acquired. He said the seeds originated in the Middle East, and the people over there made hash from this type of pot.
Though the 1987 harvest was beset by many ambitious destroyers, such as CAMP and the September forest fires in California (some set intentionally?), still the force is with us—those intrepid freedom fighters for our Green Age, the marijuana growers.
SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE, Saturday, Sept. 12,1987—Where there has been smoke in California's forests, there have been smiling deputies—and perhaps a few giddy fire-fighters. The fires that have blackened nearly 900 square miles of California's wilderness, also have charred many of the state's marijuana patches.
WASHINGTON—Marijuana plants are growing in national forests faster than the Forest Service can pull them up, according to federal officials who are asking Congress for the money to cut the lucrative illegal crop. That spending plan, reviewed by the Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee, includes $5.7 million for a crackdown on marijuana growers in the national forests.
It's nearly 1988, so this month the Psychotronic Wayback Machine is set to minus thirty plus—1958, the year of the dog. Since the Sovs had launched Sputnik in '57, America quickly established NASA and launched first Explorer, then Atlas. Roger Corman cashed in with War of the Satellites.
It's no secret that poor Mother Earth is being ravaged of her resources and needlessly polluted by waste products at an alarming rate. The question is—is there any place left on the planet free of toxins and environmental hazards? Welcome to the biosphere, the indoor-growing environment that produces its own oxygen and carbon dioxide, and recycles waste product into nutrient solution: The Garden of Eden and Noah's Ark rolled into a 50-foot geodesic dome.
I hate just about everything, but not too many things really bug me because I don't think about 'em much anymore. It's when the fuckheads start tryin' to deal with the few things I really do love I get kinda perturbed. The Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame f'rinstance.
A new idea offered to you by Ideas-R-Us. Why not, it's high time someone came up with the idea of a personalized tobacco pouch that not only holds your favorite smoke, but carries all the tools you'll need to "light'n up"! The Smoker's Pouch has it all together (a place for everything, and everything in its place). This attractive pouch resembles an eyeglass case or wallet, and is quite unique and functional. They're hot and selling fast. Comes in four colors. Don't wait, order yours today. Only $14.95. Ideas-R-Us, 20 Maple Ave., Newton, NH 03858. Dealer inquiries are welcome.
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HAMILTON TECHNOLOGY engineers have achieved the ultimate balanced-light spectrum-emission system by combining a 400-watt metal halide and a 400-watt high pressure sodium in a single horizontal unit. Using these two lights simultaneously, you get an excellent balanced spectrum of colors needed for vigorous, healthy plant growth as well as maximum budding and flowering. Each light can also be used separately according to your preferred lighting schedule. This system continues in the HAMILTON tradition of highest quality component parts. The horizontal reflector is constructed of lightweight, corrosion-proof aluminum with an electro-white interior coating for maximum light reflection, and designed with ventilation for maximum cooling. The system comes with a remote, heavy duty, ventilated ballast box that operates quietly. The price is only $299.00. Order today toll free: 1 -(800) 458-7474, 1-(800) 635-3344 (in California). HAMILTON TECHNOLOGY, 14902 So. Figueroa St., Gardena, CA 90248
MAXTON, NC—The Indians of the Tuscarora Tribe are appealing to the general public for assistance. The tribe at Drowning Creek Reservation is in dire straits, with little money for food, clothing and other necessities. Chief Wise Owl, who heads the tribe and doubles as their medicine man, is making an urgent request for help. The Drowning Creek Reservation residents get no public assistance, either state or federal. To eke out a bare existence, the Indians make authentic-design blankets. Each is 72" x 90" and comes in a choice of blue or brown. Similar blankets sell for $150.00, but to raise much needed funds, the tribe is selling the blankets for $39.00 postpaid. Many persons are sending for blankets because they truly appreciate the struggle of American Indians who have always worked hard against tremendous odds. Blankets may be ordered directly from Tuscarora Indian Tribe, Drowning Creek Reservation, Route 2, Box 108, Maxton, NC 28364. Each blanket will be blessed in the Indian tradition. However, if there is a special prayer that you would like Chief Wise Owl to recite over the blanket, the request will gladly be met.
When Richard Wright's bitter and powerful novel NATIVE SON was published in 1940, studio heads' ears flapped at the news of its success and the vivid prose (Wright was an avid movie-goer) made it a natural for the screen. Wright created his protagonist, Bigger Thomas, out of an urgency and directness found in movies.