Marijuana growing denver
Marijuana being grown for sale at a Denver dispensary. Photograph: Ed Andrieski/AP
—In these, the curious, infant days of Colorado’s legalisation of recreational marijuana, of shiny dispensaries and touch-screen ordering and suburban parties where joints are passed like appetisers over granite countertops, no one would notice the duplex. Plain brick, patchy grass behind chain link, it appears weary, resigned to what the tenant calls “the ‘hood” and others might call left-behind Denver, untouched by the frenzy of investment that has returned to downtown.
Would you help a ragged beggar who knocked on your door? One man did and was given a treasure map that changed his life.
—One rainy night in May, 1912, Mr. Charles Howe of Sydney, Australia hears a knock at his door, finds a beggar who he feeds and dries, later sending him on his way.
—Four months later, Mr. Howe is summoned to the hospital and is surprised to find that same old beggar who says his name is Killorain and begins to tell him a fantastic saga.
—Killorain the Irishman, a Spaniard called Diego Alvarez, an American named Brown, and an Englishman called Luke Barrett are all serving as mercenaries in the Peruvian Ar
People who know and trust their neighbors are less likely to have heart attacks. New research builds on ascertaining the unexpected health benefits of a sense of home.
—The first time I met my neighbor, my heart did stop, briefly.
—Do you remember those cylindrical, metallic “neuralyzers” that the men in black in Men in Black used to erase people’s short-term memories? I think about those things all the time. Specifically how great it would be to have one. It would be unethical to use my neuralyzer on other people, because I’m not a man in black. I would just want it for myself, for when I see or hear things I can’t really deal with. Or when I say or do things I immediately regret, which is pretty often. It would also be great at times like when I first met my neighbor.
The first time I met my neighbor, my heart did stop, briefly.
What are the costs of our perpetual state of connection?
By Hana Glasser…Illustration by Sam Alden
—On a recent Saturday, I sent 112 text messages. I refreshed my Facebook feed 40 times, Instagram 15, Twitter 26. I checked my email 37 times and streamed five episodes of The Good Wife on Amazon Prime. I placed a dinner reservation using OpenTable, perused the Slate mobile app, and disinterestedly swiped through Tinder. I used Google Maps to navigate to the grocery store, to dinner, and back home. Before falling asleep, I set my iPhone to vibrate, plugged it into the outlet alongside my bed, and placed it gingerly beside my pillow. I nuzzled up close to the smartphone—my most intimate companion—and drifted asleep, only to reach for him longingly the next morning.
—Journalist Michael Harris is concerned about where this relationship is going.
In an effort to draw attention to community development program in low-income areas, Mexican bank Banamex launched an advertising campaign titled Erase the Difference, where the bank hired photographer Oscar Ruíz and asked him to shoot the stark divide between the poor and the affluent that exist in Mexico City. It took the photographer, who is also a helicopter pilot, two trips over the city, and the images he return with were unmistakable.
The campaign features four images that show opulent apartments and villas sitting right next to modest, to sometimes very dilapidated houses belonging to the poorer section. On one side stand white residential houses with tiled roof, and manicured green lawns, and on the other, a set of sad, grey and old buildings. Sometimes, only a high, thin wall separated the two. The images look Photoshopped, as if two separate images were stuck together to create the drama, but they were not. Indeed, the tagline says “This image has not been modified. It is time to change that.”
TODAY’S education reformers believe that schools are broken and that business can supply the remedy. Some place their faith in the idea of competition. Others embrace disruptive innovation, mainly through online learning. Both camps share the belief that the solution resides in the impersonal, whether it’s the invisible hand of the market or the transformative power of technology.
—Neither strategy has lived up to its hype, and with good reason. It’s impossible to improve education by doing an end run around inherently complicated and messy human relationships. All youngsters need to believe that they have a stake in the future, a goal worth striving for, if they’re going to make it in school. They need a champion, someone who believes in them, and that’s where teachers enter the picture. The most effective approaches foster bonds of caring between teachers and their students.
They say it’s the world’s oldest music hall, yet there’s no theatrical facade, just a faded red door set into a peeling wall cobbled together from five Victorian house fronts. Hidden half-way down a pedestrian alley in the heart of East London, an unforgettable evening awaits…
An Irish Guards machine-gun team in 1914. Not a single one of these men pictured here survived the war.(i.imgur.com)
It was a story he needed everyone to hear.
On his 69th anniversary of liberation, one Holocaust survivor wanted to share his memories with his whole family, on a trip to the concentration camp where he was held prisoner decades ago in Mauthausen, Austria.
BACKGROUND:The innovative ways that foreign fighters in Syria and Iraq are leveraging social media and mobile apps to recruit aspirational supporters in the West reveal what is actually a paradigm shift occurring within the global jihadist movement, away from the organization centric model advanced by AlQaida, to a movement unhindered by organizational structures. Counterterrorism policy and practice must rethink the way it approaches countering online radicalization.
Maintaining eye contact feels awkward, even creepy. At first. Then it just feels powerful.
–By Tom Chiarella
—WHEN I WAS VERY SMALL, my dad could always tell when I was lying. When I was about six years old, he told me God whispered it to him. Even though the guy never went to church or seemed particularly religious, I had to respect that. He had an in with God. I wanted to hear it. I figured if I knew when it happened, the precise moment, I’d hear the voice of God, too.
—I decided to watch my dad’s eyes for a sign–some twitch of recognition, some little break in his concentration, anything–that would tell me when he was hearing the voice of God. I told him easy lies, the ones I always told him: that my brother did it, or that my neighbor, a little asshole named Charlie Iker, made me do it–broke the vase, left the gate unlatched, cracked the storm window. At first I didn’t even want to blink, for fear I’d miss the moment when God spoke. But the truth is, I got nothing. No sign. Bubkes. In fact, the more I looked at his eyes, the more I began to realize that my dad had no idea that I was lying. None. He looked straight back at me, waiting to hear the next thing I would tell him. In fact, he was hanging on my words. There was no voice of God. My father wasn’t listening to anyone but me. He had no idea when I was lying, especially if I stared him down the whole time.
Credit Stuart Bradford
When the antidrug educator Tim Ryan talks to students, he often asks them what they know about marijuana. “It’s a plant,” is a common response.
–But more recently, the answer has changed. Now they reply, “It’s legal in Colorado.”
–These are confusing times for middle and high school students, who for most of their young lives have been lectured about the perils of substance abuse, particularly marijuana. Now it seems that the adults in their lives have done an about-face.
–Recreational marijuana is legal in Colorado and in Washington, and many other states have approved it for medical use. Lawmakers, the news media and even parents are debating the merits of full-scale legalization.
There have been a week of protests, some peaceful and some violent, since the shooting death of Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager by a white police officer in Ferguson, Mo. The unrest prompted Governor Jay Nixon to declare a state of emergency on Saturday an implement a curfew in the St. Louis suburb. Tensions had flared Friday after police released the name of the officer who fatally shot Brown and named the teen as a suspect in a convenience store robbery that occurred shortly before he was shot. –Lloyd Young (25 photos total)
The Escape Artist
West Virginia frat boy, hippie expatriate, big-time drug dealer, prison escapee, millionaire mortgage broker—Jim Sargent was many things before he arrived in the idyllic Hawaiian town of Hawi and established himself as a civic leader. But it was only a matter of time before his troubled past would catch up with him.
In New England today, trees cover more land than they have at any time since the colonial era. Roughly 80 percent of the region is now forested, compared with just 30 percent in the late 19th century. Moose and turkey again roam the backwoods. Beavers, long ago driven from the area by trappers seeking pelts, once more dam streams. White-tailed deer are so numerous that they are often considered pests. And an unlikely predator has crept back into the woods, too: what some have called the coywolf. It is both old and new — roughly one-quarter wolf and two-thirds coyote, with the rest being dog.
The American opiate crisis just gets worse. On the one hand, we have the lingering aftereffects of many years of often careless opiate prescribing, with the result being an entirely new population of substance abusers.
—On the other, we have the compounding fallout of equally careless policy reactions designed to cut the newly dependent off from their doctor-suppliers—actions that frequently have the effect of sending the suddenly cut-off into the narcotics black market: heroin. Except, unlike the stuff coming from a pharmacy window, those pursuing highs in the black market don’t get any sort of guarantee of purity or (relative) safety. They get whatever.
After being refused treatment, Li Mengnan stabbed the first doctor he saw.
After being refused treatment, Li Mengnan stabbed the first doctor he saw. Credit Illustration by Oliver Munday
There was still snow on the ground on the day, in late March, 2012, that Li Mengnan, a seventeen-year-old boy, hobbled into the First Affiliated Hospital of Harbin Medical University for the last time. He came from a remote town in Inner Mongolia, a ten-hour train ride away, and this was his sixth trip to the hospital in two years. During that time, his illness, an excruciating inflammation of the spine called ankylosing spondylitis, had got progressively worse. Earlier that day, the doctors at the hospital had sent him across town to a clinic for an X-ray, only to tell him, when he came back, that he should have brought the clinic’s notes with him. When he returned with this paperwork, they told him that they couldn’t treat his spinal problem after all, because he had a history of tuberculosis. Li would have to go back to Inner Mongolia untreated.
Southern California water managers are doing such a great job that you would hardly know we are in the midst of the worst drought since record-keeping began in the late 1800s.
—Our lush, well-watered landscapes look as healthy and inviting as ever. Our fountains continue to shoot water in great arcs. Our freshly washed cars remain shiny and clean. On the surface, that’s amazing. Kudos to our regional and local water districts for an incredible job in “drought-proofing” Southern California.
—We have only enough water in storage to get through the next 12 to 18 months, and that’s it. –
—However, excellence in water management has a real downside: a false sense of security.
A marble plate (0.55 x 0.48 m) with a dedication to the Thracian Heros with the name Karabazmos, found in the town of Varna (the ancient Odessos), where there was a sanctuary of this deity…. viα.
cast iron fountain in the Plaza… via.
Marilyn Monroe teaching Pat Kennedy Lawford how to dance the “Swing” in 1962
“It was after midnight and jet black. One of those nights when the moon forgets to come out… but the sweethearts like that. I took my shoes off so as not to get sand in them and went walking in my stocking feet on the beach, being careful not to bump into couples. I wouldn’t want to disturb them for the world. Once in a while I would hear a giggle or a happy laugh, so I aimed my camera and took a picture in the dark using invisible light. It was so still. Once in a while there would be a flicker of a match lighting a cigarette. Love making is so exhausting… a happy kind of exhaustion… and a cigarette gives one a chance to rest up and hear the heartbeat of one’s partner….”, Weegee… via.
Today’s picture shows some farmers harvesting oats. The picture was taken in 1940. At this time lots of folks were still using mules or horses for farming, so this was pretty good to have a nice tractor and combine at this point in time…. viay.
April 1939. “Salvation Army, San Francisco, California. At Minna Street the army forms a semicircle, girls’ Sunday school class sings between preaching to attract a crowd.” Medium format negative by Dorothea Lange….via.
Stoners used to be associated, sometimes accurately, with a particular image. They hung out in hazy basements in California, wore baggy clothes, spent their days watching dumb movies, and rolled joints with marijuana and tobacco. Occasionally, they used vaporizers, devices that could be as large as a flowerpot, to get high. While in use, the vaporizers made a humming sound and left behind an unmistakable skunky odor.
—Now, though, many stoners use vaporizers that look as though they were designed in Cupertino. There are “vapes” that are small enough to fit in your pocket and that look more like mobile phones than vases. They emit discreetly scented plumes. The new wave of refined products—which can be used for smoking both tobacco and pot—seems tied to what many have described as society’s growing acceptance of marijuana: if enjoying cannabis is no longer a fringe activity, then it only makes sense for the means through which we consume it to evolve, too.
“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.” (Amman, Jordan)
by Jeff Larson and Mike Tigas, ProPublica
—Software created by the controversial U.K. based Gamma Group International was used to spy on computers that appear to be located in the United States, the U.K., Germany, Russia, Iran and Bahrain, according to a leaked trove of documents analyzed by ProPublica.
—It’s not clear whether the surveillance was conducted by governments or private entities. Customer email addresses in the collection appeared to belong to a German surveillance company, an independent consultant in Dubai, the Bosnian and Hungarian Intelligence services, a Dutch law enforcement officer and the Qatari government.
The leaked files — which were posted online by hackers — are the latest in a series of revelations about how state actors including repressive regimes have used Gamma’s software to spy on dissidents, journalists and activist groups.
A doctor for tropical medicine prepares a blood sample for analysis during a demonstration for the media of ebola treatment capabilities at Station 59 at Charite hospital on August 11, 2014 in Berlin, Germany.
—The use of experimental, unproven drugs to treat the Ebola virus is ethical, a panel of medical ethicists convened by the World Health Organization found on Tuesday.
—The United Nations health agency’s statement comes hours after a Spanish missionary priest, who was being treated for Ebola with the experimental drug ZMapp, died on Tuesday in a Madrid hospital.
Middle-age women who cheat on their husbands are looking for passion and sex, but don’t want to divorce their husbands over it, new research suggests.
—The new data comes from a sample of married women who used AshleyMadison.com, a dating website aimed at people seeking to cheat on their partners.
—The new conclusions challenge the popular conception that women cheat because they are generally unhappy with their relationships, said study lead author Eric Anderson, a professor of sport, masculinity and sexuality at the University of Winchester in England.
The Spy Who Loved Me
An undercover surveillance operation that went too far.
By Lauren Collins
Jacqui met Bob Lambert at an animal-rights protest in 1984, when she was twenty-two. Their son was born the next year.
Jacqui met Bob Lambert at an animal-rights protest in 1984, when she was twenty-two. Their son was born the next year. Credit Illustration by Alex Williamson / Clockwise from Top: Keld Navntoft / AFP / Getty; Graham Turner / Keystone / Getty (London Police); William Lovelace / Express / Getty (Margaret Thatcher)
I—JUNE 14, 2012
—It was four o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and Jacqui had just got home from work. She made a pot of coffee and took it out to the garden with the Daily Mail. It was the start of her weekend. The sun was out. She sat down at a patio table and poured the coffee, taking a minute to enjoy the scent of the wisteria that was blooming on her trellis.
G.I. comforting a grieving infantryman- Korean War, August 28, 1950
The digital economy has taught us a lot about one extreme of pricing: zero. The price-point of zero is a place where weird things happen. We now know what it is to have our attention productized in three-way attention markets. We understand what it means to devalue to a zero price, things which required nonzero effort to produce. Perhaps most importantly, we know what it is like to constantly be inundated by advertising, the sine qua non of zero-point economics. The zero-point economy has of course always existed, but it has only recently gained a great deal of economic mass.
—But we aren’t talking as much about the other end of the spectrum, the price point we poetically call priceless, as in the Mastercard tagline, “there are some things money can’t buy, for everything else, there’s Mastercard.” I think the two are connected (mathematically, via division by zero, and philosophically via “the best things in life are free”), so it is impossible to construct a proper theory of the zero price point without also creating a theory of the infinity price point.