March 8th is international women’s day, and this month Kenneth takes a break from his normal Diary of a Stoner series to focus on celebrating Women in Weed.
February 28, 2014, was the day Amy Dannemiller lost her job as a corporate event planner when her bosses saw her vaping marijuana on a CNBC documentary about legalization in Colorado. Like some comic book superhero origin story, it could be said this was also the day Jane West, Dannemiller’s marijuana-related alter ego, was born. Even though she had served in her position for 8 years, she didn’t let her termination destroy her.
Continue reading “Women in Weed: Jane West”
I am not a sports fan. When they told me that there’d be a “Super Bowl” party at the Coffee Joint, the first legal establishment to allow public consumption of Cannabis, I naturally got the wrong idea. I imagined a giant glass pipe, its bowl taking up nearly half the room and packed to the brim with pounds of sweet-smelling bud. And there I would be, invited to take the biggest hit of my life out of this “Super Bowl”. What a party! But, sadly, I was disappointed…
Continue reading “Diary of a Stoner: Sour Amnesia Crumble Or “The Super Bowl is Not Part of a Bong””
The naming strategies of some strains remain an enigma to me, while others make perfect sense. Yet, even still, some come to reveal themselves as they start to take effect.
I went to see Robert again at the 1136 Yuma dispensary. This is always a wise move. I like to call him Doctor Robert, both after the Beatles song (“Ring, my friend, I said you’d call Dr. Robert”) and because he’s the closest thing you’ll ever find to a ph.D in weed (his thesis was on concentrates, I understand).
Continue reading “Diary of a Stoner: Tony Clifton Crumble”
I’m not the biggest fan of indicas. While I do enjoy their effects, I like to be an active pothead, and indica strains have a reputation for “couch lock”. You know the feeling, that full body buzzing sensation accompanied by extreme relaxation that usually leads to numerous, extended “weed naps”? Sativa, though a physically less attractive flower, is the cannabis species of choice for the “on-the-go” toker. This is me. I want that creative blossom, the distortion of time, and the euphoric mental relaxation without six 2-hour long naps a day.
Continue reading “Diary of a Stoner: Blueberry Burst Wax/Shatter”
I woke to the first faint light of wintery dawn as it bled dully through my bedroom curtains. Life hits hard and fast, so I reached for my North Shore Maui wax. I swear by the wake and bake. Nothing feels much better than being covered by the warm blanket of a morning high – the way it soothingly creeps over you.
Continue reading “Diary of a Stoner : Winter Concentrate Reflections”