Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the franchise Star Trek; it’s continuing mission to seek out lucrative licensing opportunities. To blandly go where there has been a comfortable encampment for decades!
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Why? I mean why even give it a try? Well, with the huge numbers of players that are toking, it seemed like an investigation was warranted. And it is stellar with one enormous caveat, but we will get to that after these messages. While basketball players are almost all genetic abnormalities, the game still happens [...]
Chained to my pillow. A three day party. By the time dawn breaks on Sunday, most revelers have donated the better part of their spirit to the festival. Even as a two day event, Sunday was always much more mellow than Saturday. Feeling a bit fatigued and with the thermometer striving towards triple digits, I [...]
We went to the woods. Down the National Park road the direction Yogi told us. There was supposed to be a helipad there. The flat rock outcropping would suffice. We climbed up and smoked a bowl at sunset. Thousands of feet below a river ran. Its motion making static the vast forest in front of [...]
It was hot. Michael Franti played AC/DC and TV on the Radio rang out like a bell. A very sweaty bell. But then…. Dun, dun dun!. The sun set and the haze rose over the Fleet Foxes. It was like listening to The Beach Boys echo off a snowy mountain. With more immediacy than their [...]
Last night, I smoked. And it was good. On the suggestion of a friend I watched The Natural History of the Chicken, and it was amazing.
It’s not a movie, just 60 minutes of chicken-ery (HA! get it? like “chicanery”! Ha ha! No? Okay whatever)… Facts and anecdotes related by people who LOVE chickens, but delivered with an odd drama, unexpected gravitas… I sat gaping at the wonder of this strange little video as it totally fucked my brain inside out. High or not, you can’t help but wonder if the featured human cast is kidding *just a little bit*. It’s not fake, not mockumentary, but almost as if the director Mark Lewis realized that the material might get a little dry if not presented with flair.
Subtitles are a distraction for the high mind. A language not understood can create a beautiful soundscape, or layers of meaning never intended by the creators; like birdsong or glossolalia. Subtitles however, and the effort they require, are about as inimical to to the high state of mind as anything I can image. So there was one immediate strike against Executive Koala, a Japanese cult flick from 2005 about a salary man at a pickle company named Tamura, who happens to be an anthropomorphic koala bear who becomes a suspect in the murders of at least two of his lovers.
Swimming Pool has one of those indie posters you pass at the Landmark Theaters… and keep going. Indie Cinema is for avant garde or niche subjects and this poster art looks decidedly mainstream. Too young to be a woman and too old to be a girl, she is basking in the sun in a bikini. [...]