The marijuana industry is being integrated into mainstream
American culture, and fast. Mostly, that’s a good thing: better products
tested by better labs to imbibe in sleek new vaporizers that m
April 20 needs a makeover.As far as dates on the Julian calendar go, this coming
Monday doesn’t have a whole lot going for it. Consult Wikipedia: the
birthday of Adolf Hitler, the anniversarie
Free Hot Box BBQ at Bridge City
Milton Friedman was bullshitting you:
There is a lunch that’s so low in opportunity cost that it’s
functionally free, and you will find it here on Monday, Apri
Starting a pot business? These companies want to help.
Alexa Divett is getting a contact high.
Divett runs Maya
Media Collective, a Northeast Portland company that is part of the
commercial frenzy surrounding the legalization of marijuana in Orego
Four labs return very different potency results from the same marijuana batch.
Customers at Nectar Cannabis use several methods to choose the weed that’s right for them.
Some trust the
budtenders at the medical marijuana dispensary on Northeast Sandy
Sunday brunch with endless mimosas and
from-the-can hollandaise is basic. Local coffee laced with locally
grown, trimmed and prepared weed is not.
Caffeine and THC are a
wonderful pair. But
Marijuana addicts from around the world will gather in Portland this weekend. Here is one man’s harrowing tale of pot addiction.
My favorite description of being a marijuana addict is
that it’s like getting your ass kicked by a Girl Scout. It really seems
like it shouldn’t happen, that it can’t happen, and yet it ke
Editor’s note: Last week, Wm. Willard Greene wrote
about traveling to Dallas to watch the Ducks’ game and not bringing any
weed because he was worried about getting busted. His experiences w
Very soon, on what is likely to be a cloudy day,
storefronts across Portland’s plucky northernmost suburb will be front
and center for one of America’s newest and nuttiest experiments. The
Willie Weed goes to buy weed in Vancouver, but there ain’t no weed.
The first time I spent any time in Vancouver was in the
mid-’90s, drawn by the prospect of making out with my house-sitting
girlfriend in a land devoid of parents and Oregon law. The house was a