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12-13-2007, 01:02 PM
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Stay green.
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"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond." ~Umberto Eco - "The Island of the Day Before"~     
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12-14-2007, 12:52 AM
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[11-22-2007, 10:40 AM Constellation Vertigo]
I walked back to my hotel with my brain going a million miles and hour. I knew I would be giving them perhaps too short of a notice and that the odds I could keep my room for an additional set of days was a long shot, but what they hell. I liked the hotel I was staying in mainly because it was in a good location to connect to any part of the city and also because it had such lovely ladies behind the desk.
Like I said before, Dutch women literally take the strength out of my knees. There wasn't anyone at the desk so I waited. The hotel offered a complimentary breakfast in the restaurant area but I never came down to eat it. I ate in my room, I like to have food around when I blaze and I was blazing around the fucking clock so you get the picture or do the math. One of the ladies I'd been seeing around for days interrupted her breakfast to come help me. I asked her about keeping my room for a few extra days and the look that appeared across her face was unmistakable, I wasn't going to get jack shit. She said that there was nothing available but she had a "friend" that she could check with about a room if I didn't care if it had stars. FUCK THAT DOLL! I declined her offer and hit the streets.  My new digs.  I was nestled in a quaint little alley by a bakery and Coffeeshop. (Yum fresh doughnuts!) I had no idea where I was going stay but I extended to myself a bit of faith I had left over from making this trip to begin with. I wondered down the streets thinking about my options because I had to notify the airline of my desire to change my departure date, which would cost more money. I was getting it from every direction because I was spending a lot of money on hashish and weed too. I searched for several hours with worry working working through me until I saw some strange glimmer, some weird reflection, a mirage of substance. I'd found a room, no, a bit more than that an apartment with a shower I could fit a horse in. [I don't want to talk about the process itself, that's too fucking boring. I got a room that's all that matters.]  I headed back to Lost in Amsterdam, I still hadn't managed to do any writing that day and it was due. I stopped at another shop and bought a nug of "NYC Diesel," to bust up when I got there. I'm a glass man by nature or whatever, so I like to hear bubbling about every other few minutes or so but I got seriously addicted to joints in the Dam. It got to the point where I started to feel naked when I didn't have a joint in my hand. [Note: I know it sounds like I've been smoking a lot of weed, but my God dear blades and Jesus to boot, I did, I seriously fucking did.] Fuck, it felt as natural as the curve of a woman's waist. I was ready to end this Cup shit once and for all.
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"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond." ~Umberto Eco - "The Island of the Day Before"~
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12-14-2007, 10:02 AM
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Thanks for your words, I was smoking so much it's difficult to gauge how much, but if I had to guess I'd say an ounce or more. Not really that much if you count the fact that I was smoking continually.
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"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond." ~Umberto Eco - "The Island of the Day Before"~
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12-14-2007, 11:28 AM
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I have to say.. I love reading your updates. Your words flow so well and I can relate with the feeling of being in a new place that is just totally fuckin awesome. I roadtripped through france switzerland and italy and spent a week in Rome. Europe is amazing.
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Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
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12-14-2007, 04:49 PM
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you sir are truely a very intertaining and articulate in your writing and seem to be an extreamly educated man, its nice to see people that dont fit the stareortype(sp). u a truely a conisuer of the plant and i hope one day to be as experinced and on to life as you
thanks for the very intertaining story, and keep on posting im truely enjoying it
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12-15-2007, 10:37 AM
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Well, I read this all and it was truly a delighting experience. Maybe someday I will go to the 'Dam and experience something like that, but you have put to rest a few misinformed nuances floating around my head.
I'd truly like to go to Greece, if I went to Europe.
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12-15-2007, 12:52 PM
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Sounds like you had a fucking blast man! Can you tell me the best kinds of hash you smoked there and would recommend? And also, what strains of bud did you try there that you particularly enjoyed. Thanks Infinity for sharing your experience with us.
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Quoted For Truth: (A not so honest man said this after being diagnosed with a brain tumor and suffering from treatment). "I finally realized what was missing in the world, a little love and a whole lot of brotherhood." "One of the best known and distinctive qualties of living matter, although it is still one which is unexplainable in terms of physics and chemistry, is its capacity to be modified by its experience."
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12-16-2007, 02:22 AM
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[11-22-2007, 6:00 PM The Cannabis Schlup - Part 3]
I spent the day writing and smoking weed - kind of a no brainer; what else was I suppose to do, go to church? I no longer had to worry about where I was going to stay the next day and my flight was a breeze to reschedule so I was moving at a more stonerly pace. I made my way back to Central Station and boarded another purple pot bus and headed back to the Power Zone. As I toked away the bus quickly filled with the sweet smoke of oblivion. I thought more about the Cup and how they could improve the event. It was going to be my last day dealing with everything, I had many plans for the next day to go deeper into the city in search of da kind so I was in a good mood overall.
It was dark out and the crowds had gathered to do their duty as judges and vote. It almost goes without saying but while on my way over on the bus/shuttle/whatever that purple fucker was, I smoked another joint of Super Siler Haze. Arjan had one of his stooges strategically placed at the pick up site when we boarded and he handed each of us another nug of SSH. Fuck, like I was going to turn it away. Arjan was rigging the system but that isn't my fault and as a rule I never turn down good weed.    Honkytonk Homeslice The line was long, but I had gotten there before the major crush. I lined up, voted--like I said everything was good doesn't matter what I voted for, seriously--and made my way to the bar for a Heineken. I walked through the Power Zone one last time sipping my beer looking at the displays, and I wondered to myself if I would ever come back to that club sometime in the near future. It was a large venue as far as clubs are concerned. I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were there when all those hot (female ) bodies were popping and the music is pounding from some DJ--let ya feel whatever the fuck you want. I was there ostensibly to cover the Cup, but who is beyond feeling the truth and depth of their experience to the point of total distraction?The Cup felt like an old banana skin that was of no further use but to throw away. I moved closer to the stage as the lights dimmed. I hadn't got into any of the music up to that point because I didn't come to Amsterdam for the music, I came for the weed. Los Marijuanos were a joke, they came out and had problems remembering lyrics and claimed to have some other sorts of "technical" problems. They disappeared for an hour or so and then came back with decent beats, but I was completely turned off by their lack of professionalism. If you can't handle your fucking weed stay home and sit on a couch like a pillow. All of my negativity changed when Honkytonk Homeslice took the stage and sliced me up a little bit of feel good. Those "guys" aside from putting out awesome eclectic down home beats were without any doubt some of the coolest peeps at the whole event. They were humble on the stage and weren't just interested in entertaining us but sharing the experience with us. Fans of this little known band approached the stage bearing gifts of spirits and good will. I was a little taken aback by all of the free love, and that's sad to say because one would think that being at an event surrounding weed would also imply that there would be a certain amount of peace and love but there wasn't. To me, the Cannabis Cup was more about commerce than community. Did Honkytonk just dive into their set and jam our blues away? No, they cracked open their drink and started sharing it with everyone. They really went out of their way to make us feel relaxed and comfortable. I was a fan immediately. They shared their drink and launched into their set which was surprising mellow and feel good. I swayed to their unfamiliar rhythm as if I were born it. And they displayed a way that was of better days. They played and talked and played and talked and I got higher than a kite on the front side of a space shuttle.
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"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond." ~Umberto Eco - "The Island of the Day Before"~
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12-16-2007, 04:49 PM
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Damn AK what an awesome read. Sounded like your dreams came true, I cannot wait to make that trip!
If you are ever interested in getting your name out a bit more and getting involved with the herb you love so dearly.. We (DJNecro and myself) are in the process of completing the layout for AboveTheIgnorance.org Once finished it will be amazing. I truly believe we will at the very least double our traffic. We plan to add an entire news page, calendars of event in people areas, user submitted content, etc. Let me know on AIM if you would be interested in writing some copy up for us! AIM= Ihavecabledude Take care, -Mark
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12-17-2007, 02:05 AM
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Ya dig? Stay green.
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"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond." ~Umberto Eco - "The Island of the Day Before"~
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12-17-2007, 02:30 PM
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Tell you what, last time I layed in to one of the people, mind you it was quite elegant and hilarity hastily ensued, we never saw him in there again. -Mark
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12-18-2007, 03:54 PM
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[11-22-2007, 8:01 PM The Cannabis Schlup - Epilogue]
With the Cup officially over I left the Power Zone and headed back to my hotel. I was exhausted from a day of nonstop blazing. [Sighs]-----------> Yeah, the Cannabis Cup, and? All of the strains of marijuana and hashish were fantastic, particularly the Violator Ice-o-lator from Barney's. The experience as a whole was anticlimactic but I did get a chance to smoke some bomb ass weed so I got over it. Without further ado I give you the winners. ~The Cup Winners~ Cannabis Cup: 1.) G-13 Haze 2.) Chocolope - Grey Area 3.) Super Silver Haze - Greenhouse United Indica Cup: 1.) Top Dog - Amnesia Seeds 2.) Crimea Blue - Barney's Farm 3.) Reserva Privada #18 - Reserva Privada Sativa Cup: 1.) Kaia Kush - Apothecary 2.) Tasman Haze - Kiwi Seeds 3.) The Purps - BC Bud Depot | |
