The Frisco Yeti; issue 1

Hit play and pack a bowl. This week, we're looking at some relevant news to freedom loving stoners and hitting on the important talking points that you'll need to know when your girlfriends dad calls you a drug addict. Then I'd like to help you plan a lovely weekend in San Francisco with the Yeti  before I sign off and go rummage through an old ladies shed. 

This band is new to me. They caught my ear when I heard them on "All Songs Considered". I'm a sucker for San Francisco (I even liked the Hulk movie just for the shots of him fucking up Russian Hill) so I'm glad to support a local band. I've just smoked a bowl of Red Congo (a nice, heady Sativa I picked up at the Apothecarium) and the swooning, operatic nature of the singers voice combined with the frenetic cello is really igniting my high.

This weeks talking points in the World of Weed:

The legalization of recreational marijuana in Colorado has been successful on all fronts:

Anyone who’s ever passed through Denver can tell you that it is very much a city on the frontier. The people there are bold and ready for a challenge so it’s no wonder that they are at the vanguard of one of the most significant societal shifts of this generation. The people of Denver pushed through the legalization of recreational marijuana despite much doomsday rhetoric and ballyhoo from the dwindling ranks of prohibitionists, and now they can officially enjoy a victory lap. The city is enjoying a boom in marijuana related commerce and tourism and there is no data that supports a related rise in crime or a decrease in the quality of life for citizens. Good news for states like California, Hawaii, and Vermont, who are still trying to break through the last lines of curmudgeonly resistance.

The legalization of recreational marijuana has arrived in Washington:

The soggy North will open up sales of marijuana for recreational use this Tuesday. They won’t be announcing the names of the roughly 334 locations that have pending permits to sell until Monday morning, but the link above can give you a good idea of what to expect. It looks like Washington is planning to wade into that warm water a bit more slowly and a bit more conservatively than Colorado did. I think we can predict similar results

A poem I wrote for Neymar:

"Haiku for Neymar"

Grit your teeth, young man.

You’ve done your nation proud with

The whole world watching.

Let's make some plans, me and you. 

I picked up a little bit of "T.H.C. Granola" at the same time I got this fuzzy Red Congo and it's been sitting on my shelf for about 4 days now, staring at me. It comes in a nice little wax paper bag that folds up and slides easily into your back pocket and it's the perfect way to dose on a sunny Sunday morning. Take one small handful and walk out of the house right around 10am and make your way to the Fillmore Jazz festival. 

It will take me about 30 minutes to get there on foot, so I'll have my iPod on for the walk- probably more of "The Family Crest:" I'll start my day with a cup of coffee. I wish I could tell you that I was going to support a locally owned coffee shop, I really do. But I am a thoughtless monster and I love Starbucks. Then I'll enjoy a leisurely lap up and down Fillmore street as I glance at the local drink specials and catch a few minutes of music at each corner. Around 2, I'm going to hike up Fillmore into Pacific Heights for a little at La Mediteranee. They've got a 10 plate special that makes me horny. I'll be eating small handfuls of granola all day to keep myself in a jazzy sun drenched day dream. La Med has a tasty white greek table wine called Retsina. I'll probably have 15 or 20 glasses of that, but keep in mind that I'm 7 feet tall and 500 pounds, so you should have like 1 or 2 probably. 

After lunch, I'm going to put a pretty good dent in that little wax paper bag and make my way down to the Eddy Street Stage. Bayonics is going on at 4pm and their shows tend to be a sweaty mass of rhythmically churning good times that I want to be right in the middle of. When 4:20 hits, I'm going to fire up some Grand Daddy Purple and officially be fucked for the rest of the day. 

That's where I'll be and what I'll be doing. If you see me, say "Hi". I'll be the guy who is wearing a fedora and also covered from head to toe with coarse green hair.