First pot cafe opens in Portland. From what the article says, it's a $25 monthly membership fee and all the pot you want is included with the fee. I wonder if the food and beverage prices are ridiculously over priced, because I don't really understand how this business will survive. Although pot themed wedding and parties sounds like a great niche market that's sure to be a huge success.

How about some Portlandfucks take a field trip to this joint and give us a first hand report? Sascha, I'm sure you're already there so you can file your report from the field.

On the Daily Show on Thursday, there was a brief moment when Jane Goodall started talking about animal rights extremists (fundamentalists as she called them). Jon Stewart said something like "I hear that you are okay with the fact that I eat the occasional cheeseburger" and then some conversation ensued.

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/thu-november-12-2009/jane-goodall

This is a subject often brought up in the veg*n community. She is basically saying that we should focus on trying to live in harmony with ourselves and with nature and that does not always mean being fundamental about veganism and animal rights. Thoughts?

Only of interest to Sydneysiders. Apologies to non-locals. Quoting from the Vegan Society email:

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If you have not yet seen Earthlings, now is the perfect time.
Peter Singer says: "If I could make everybody see a film, I would
make them see Earthlings".

Earthlings exclusive screening
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Sunday 15 November 2009
6pm cafe opens, 7pm screening
Ruby's Place, Chapel by the Sea
95 Roscoe Street, Bondi Beach
$5
A must see for those who want change!
All proceedings to Animal Aid Abroad
Door prize and raffle
Enjoy cruelty free baked goodies and organic teas.
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The most revealing and important animal documentary ever made.
No network will air the film as their advertisers are the meat, dairy
and pharmaceutical industries.
Years of investigations and undercover work.
Come and see it in the safe and supporting surrounding of new friends
and receive information on how you can make a difference today, for
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tell three." - Joaquin Phoenix
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For further information contact Fredrika Nordh at
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I need an emotional condom

It's one-third the heat and two-fifths head pain and maybe nine-sixteenths her own delusion, but she never learned enough about fractions in the first place, always counting one, two, twenty-eight and that's about the extent of her mathematical skills. He flicks his cigarette and ash falls in her direction, then she gives a small smile, and he tells her that she's delirious because there's no heat, it's winter, and she looks at him like he's the crazy one and giggles and falls backwards in her chair, all tangled limbs and no grace, but she lays there anyways and laughs and laughs and laughs until it's nothing but little hiccups of sound, and then she snorts. He watches her and the look on his face reminds her of something but she doesn't know what exactly and that sets her off for another eight minutes and fourteen seconds.

There's nothing really funny at all but she laughs anyways, and tears stream down her face one by one, two by two, eight by sixteen, and she is so young compared to him, they say that he was young when his parents died but she was younger when hers left her, which makes it her duty to be as annoying as possible, which most of the time leads to her locked up by herself because he's about two minutes nine seconds and about fifty-four milliseconds from blowing her head off with the nearest object, except most of the time there is nothing near. So she sits on the bed or chair or whatever and keeps laughing, giggling, and then she cries herself to sleep because the one thing she hates (loves) more than being around him is being by herself.

She twitches while she sleeps and dreams about nothing and everything and things inbetween, and black and white and fire and water and sometimes even ponies, and it just figures that she can't ever stay still, ever, even when asleep but there's a lot of things about her that she doesn't know about herself and she never focuses, just bounces around and babbles randomly because talking is definitely, probably, most likely her most favorite thing to do.

"- and then I asked her if she had some kind of phobia, like you know, arachnophobia, or dentophobia- which is the fear of dentists, did you know that? But then she said no, she had syphilophobia, which totally doesn't make sense because she-"

... and then she's back to counting things, one, two, nineteen bruises and she's by herself and hurls the alarm clock at the wall, and just then he walks in, and it's one-fifth pain and six-sevenths luck. But it doesnt really matter because he catches her in time before she can do something drastic, which hardly matters because she's practically dead anyways, at least on the inside if not the outside.

Of course, later, she has to take a few painkillers, three or four or possibly eight and she's about as drugged up as ever, and they tend to make her head spin. He drops her onto the bed to make her sleep and then sits on the edge, and she mumbles something like 'six white hairs' at him and he snorts a little bit because he's not even twice as old as her, he's twenty-seven and she's sixteen and they say she's too young to know what love is, but nevertheless he has something like a half-smile on his face, and she thinks to herself, that makes a total of nine and a half, and that's a number she never counts wrong.

Don't know how relavent to the community this post is BUT...
I thought this was the sweetest thing and wanted to share it with my fellow animal lovers:

Doggie greeting a soldier returning from the war...

everyone wish the beautiful ninaner a happy 22nd birthday today because she is awesome.









happy birthday giiiirl!

Who do you bank with? Do you like your bank?

talk about unsexy sexual happenings. those of you who have only spectacular porn star sex are lying or have only ever masturbated.

ladies, what will dry you up?
guys, what's an instant boner-kill?













or talk about awesome apples to apples combinations. my dad recently did helen keller and awkward. i suddenly saw my dad in a new light after this.

Dear indiefucks,
This is a post about death.

When do you think you'll die?

Why? Heart attack? Drive by?

What would you want your last meal to be?

or if you don't want to talk about death, just talk about how smart everyone on Yahoo! Answers is. Because part of you might wish they would die.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080602084455AApZuDJ

It is 3:48am and the girl in the opposite building has just come home. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her bag seems to be weighing her down. Where did she go, who was she with? She is taking forever to find her keys. The locks make a resounding clang as they turn. She shuts the gate and turns on the light in the living room. The curtains are not drawn. The night is completely still but she feels a draft anyway. She fumbles about for a bit, getting a drink from the tap, before turning off the light.

The room on the left of the second floor illuminates. Silhouettes come alive now, it is unclear who or what is causing them. Creaky pipes burst somewhere in the back of the house, then stop moaning. The computer is awake but the only things moving are the colored bokeh screensaver, and the second hand of that old Polly Pocket clock.

Hair dripping wet patterns on the keyboard, she hits the keys to see if there are any new messages: There are none. Absentmindedly, she grabs a cigarette from the top drawer and wanders over to the window. She's looking out now, but she sees nothing. She smokes out of habit, to give her hands something to do and because she enjoys the feeling of warmth in her lungs. Some old Blondie song plays in the background.

As the last pieces of ember fall, she turns off the lights and climbs into bed. The sheets are pulled all the way up to her chin, but it's still cold. She shivers. What are the last thoughts that flicker through her mind as she stares into the featureless ceiling? She won't fall asleep for another hour or so.

I know this because I won't either.

India Bans Keeping of Elephants in Zoos and Circuses

http://www.helpelephants.com/pr_india_ele_ban_11_09.html

While it's not as excellent as shutting down zoos and circuses, this is such a great step! Woohoo, it's about time we had some good news!

yay!

And if you'd like to learn more about elephant sanctuaries in the US, or watch some elephants on elecam, here's a link to a great place:

http://www.elephants.com/

x-posted

Discuss this season's Project Runway

-favorite pieces
-favorite designers
-which Bryant Park collection is your favorite

comment ITP, stop pussyfooting and tell IF's what you really think about them

Can anybody recommend an external desktop hard drive that's 2TB, and preferably has a firewire interface?

Never knew her name, never really asked. It is always the same situation when love works for someone else. Choking on heat, windows layered with a subtle hint of moisture, skin on skin, knees on a gray car mat. Air felt cold and smelled of burnt cigarettes. Her eyes a light shade of green, a lamppost just outside, granting them a beautiful luminescence. Staring directly instead of that point between indifference and disgust. Romantic. Blotches of red skin around her body caused by wondering lips and semi-viscous teeth. It is what she wanted, it's what she whispered and what her body screamed for, before leaving. Legs wrapped tight and dirty intentions in mind..

Wish I asked for her name.

Talk about killin fools in honor of this glorious day.

or about whatever. Anyone up?

It's back to sitting around in a circle of the unfurnished apartment as we dig our nails into the wooden floors and shake our legs and feet around uncontrollably. The phone call. The phone call. The phone call. Every time the phone would ring we would jump up and get an excited look on our face, and she would just say to us, "No dude. It's just some kid wanting acid." Then we'd slump back down melting crayons on the floor wondering why everything just seems so awful. And we can smell it. I can smell it. That chemical smell as I lay on the bed upside down watching cockroaches climb up the brown and beige walls and some sort of german trance music is playing. And we would have just gotten drunk to forget that we were itching for cocaine, but none of us are twenty one, which probably makes us even more pathetic because we should be doing things like, oh I don't know, watching the real world and drinking kool-aid. But even if we had IDs we wouldn't buy anything because all our pennies are going to this guy who never calls. We didn't even have weed. And the opium is all gone. So mike and I sit around talking about how it'd be great if there was a beach but instead of sand there was cocaine, and we realize we are sounding completely insane, so we try to talk about history. And when he does call, we get shit eating grins on our faces, except for the girl on the phone. Oh. He's out of town? So we call every number in our phones and everyone says, "Sorry". And that's why none of this has a point but Its tomorrow and I'm still waiting for that god damned phone call. My throat is numb just thinking about it.

You always see it in films: women who kiss the chips at casinos and men who are prepared to bet too much money in order in look good. Tonight i was one of those girls. We went on whim and didn't know what to do. It wasn't intentional. We just wanted help. And before i knew it, a £50 chip had been placed in my hand and i was told to do with it whatever i wanted. I bet some. I kept the rest. We kissed their chips and drank their champagne. We talked, we danced and we betted. And then left. Nothing more. It was nice to feel so important and high class i suppose. They treated us like queens and threw money at us. It's not like that matters - i'm not overly material - but it was just nice.

I knew he'd frown. He'd tell me to leave and say that i was being silly. It was wrong to lead men on and not do anything about it. I shouldn't use other people's money if i couldn't muster the strength to spend my own. He'd say all of those things and i would listen and do what he said. I'd just do it. I always do. I do what ever he says.

Tonight i didn't listen to the voice in my head. I ignored him. I just did what i wanted. I smiled, danced and spent his money.