High heels can get uncomfortable, but Jenny Gold misses the pain of walking around in them all day. The soreness was minuscule compared to her current agony, likely brought on by a tick while Gold was visiting Mexico over twenty years ago with college friends.
Browsing: Medical
I’ve accumulated a pile of at least twelve unread books over the past few years. I still intend to read them, but that stack is more likely to grow than shrink anytime soon. Japan has a word for lazy book collectors like me: tsundoku. That term very much applies to cannabis, as well. Dozens of strains have piqued my interest while I’ve been out shopping, only to be pushed down the queue by a sexier, stankier bud that catches my attention. Finally, though, after months of passing it over, I gave Strawberry Diesel a shot, and it made me wonder the same thing I thought after reading Friday Night Lights: What took me so long?
We need more movies about ancient Egypt. And Greece, Rome, Babylon — wherever there were multiple gods and peasants in sandals. Give me some weed and a not-shitty action flick with sword fights and mythology, and I’m the happiest stoned idiot in the world. Enough with the fucking superheroes, already.
When I was in second grade, our teacher told us about the grand experiments involving scientists splicing or fusing (or whatever) a gene here or there, which would one day create massive tomatoes and watermelons that could end world hunger. Pretty cool, right? Fast-forward twenty years, and come to find out that my teacher was talking about GMOs (genetically modified organisms), and people are now freaking the fuck out over $6 bottles of juice.
This cauliflower mania is starting to freak me out. As if bastardizing mashed potatoes weren’t enough, now they’re trying to take down pizza crusts. We’re not saving animals by sacrificing taste, people.
Ever come up with a joke or an idea that seemed great, only to find out that someone else had thought of the same thing? While the discovery doesn’t kill every original fiber in your body, it’s pretty deflating — and just about unavoidable in capitalism. Consider the craft-beer industry, which is so heavy on pun-filled names that lawsuits and cease-and-desists have created lifelong enemies within it. If cannabis genetics and names could be registered with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, there’d be plenty of assholes lining up with legal action in this field, too.
Dairy and I don’t get along these days. Your boy can no longer have a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch before bed without later getting up at least twice, stricken by the dysentery. (If you’re thinking about suggesting almond and soy milk, or whatever, just stop.) It took me some time — and more than a few sleepless nights — to realize the connection between milk and an upset stomach, and then I dropped dairy altogether…but not before significantly altering my sleeping schedule.
Autism patients can use medical marijuana in Colorado now that Governor Jared Polis has signed a bill into law adding autism spectrum disorder to the state’s list of MMJ conditions. It was no coincidence that the signing took place on April 2, World Autism Awareness Day.
Spotting a hybrid with genetics worth getting excited about is becoming less common every year. That strain is either some new Cookies hybrid or another spin on OG Kush, and I’ve already had my fill of both. But coming across Bubble Jack, an obvious cross of classic Bubblegum and Jack Herer, finally gave me something to believe in again. With the anniversary of the Emperor of Hemp’s death less than a month away, I figured it was a fitting time to give ol’ Jackie Bubbles a try.
There’s no shortage of strain names that can lead to awkward moments with a budtender. Asking someone to show you a jar of Moby Dick or Matanuska Thunder Fuck is always a fun experience, but nothing tops calling a dispensary to ask if it has any Pootie Tang left — unless the budtender asks you to repeat the question, which actually happened to me at Herbs 4 You earlier this week. “I asked if you had any Pootie Tang left,” is something I’d rather not repeat.