New Yorker is so last week but this is the weed report!

[Resuscitated Ethics]

Here they are in hippie clothes:


"Sitting beneath a willow tree on a breezy day in Sonoma County, you can see why the idea of leaving the city behind and growing your own weed exerts such a pull on the holistic health nuts, masseurs, d.j.s, art-school dropouts, and New Age types who populate the medical-marijuana scene in Los Angeles. Farming a crop of twenty-five or thirty plants of killer weed is an updated (and highly profitable) version of the age-old California dream of an orange tree in every back yard. For those who can’t afford to pay for a prime plot of land in Humboldt, there is the possibility of renting a small split-level house in Sonoma or Mendocino and converting the master bedroom into a grow room, where you can turn around an indoor crop every sixty days."

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/07/28/080728fa_fact_samuels?currentPage=all

[DCKit]

1. Little boxes on a hillside.... n/t

[bdf]

2. I see unripe blackberries everywhere

Which means that in a few weeks, when the blackberries ripen, half the population of Wales will be in the countryside picking...

...magic mushrooms

The fruiting seasons coincide. And the Welsh like to escape from reality (I live in Wales and totally understand why) - the largest ever LSD factory in the world was in Wales (about 30 miles from where I live now and a couple of miles from Llandewi Brefi where I lived for a brief time). It is said that the police who raided it went on trips just from touching the walls.

Operation Julie