Mariwhatnow? Seattle’s New Marijuana Culture

Seattle has always been what you might call a hippy city. The largest weed ‘festival’ in North America, Hemp Fest, started in Seattle in 1991. In 1998 medical marijuana was passed into law. Then it 2003 Initiative 75 was passed making marijuana arrests a low priority. The combination of quirky neighborhoods and liberal city officials has brought us to a sort of time warp.

This must be what the 70’s were like. But now, the cops are in on it. In front of the Space Needle on Dec. 5 at midnight, Seattle’s new marijuana culture stepped forward. And not only the smokers but the whole city. SPD issued an order not to hand out any tickets for publicly smoking marijuana at this time. Not only did the city agree to not take action, they toke a new action. SPD spokesperson Jonah Spangenthal-Lee;

“The department’s going to give you a generous grace period to help you adjust to this brave, new, and maybe kinda stoned world we live in.

The police department’s website does explain that it (eventually?) will cite people for smoking in public by referring to the existing open container and public intoxication liquor laws. SPD’s advice for you?

“The police department believes that, under state law, you may responsibly get baked, order some pizzas and enjoy a Lord of the Rings marathon in the privacy of your own home, if you want to.”

Encouraging indoor smoking, the department posted this picture.

the dude As if all this isn’t enough to make me feel downright psychedelic, I tune further into the vibe. Like any good Seattleite, I listen to NPR. KUOW to be specific, Seattle’s local radio-station in the U District.

The featured program at around 11am is…you guessed it… Cooking with Cannabis: Stirring the Pot. And without so much of a snicker, high brow local and national chefs instructed on how to enjoy pot in our food. Naturally, the conversation turned to the enjoyment of all this food and if there might be some sort of marijuana revolution going on in Seattle. Seattle area chef, Justin Branstad;

“…It’s not about creating a state for people to go crazy it’s about creating enough space for people to be themselves. And to have the opportunity to create a nice meal and enjoy marijuana. We don’t have to speak about it now as ‘oh, I’m medicated’. No, I’m recreationally using it and I’m enjoying it.”

So come out of your houses. Rise from the social conformity Seattle, we are ready for you.

Video posted on the SPD website, in an article explaining the new laws.

My pen

While I write upon lonely lines

Eraser marks declare tomorrow’s lies

Saline moments suspended in time

Expressing the emotion I struggle to define

Scratch off lead on white paper

Asking me explain my labors

The way when I write

Script instinctively deciphers

Expression engulfed in

Tiny matters

Come challenge my pen

Loosely grip the piper

Follow my lead

Whispers to my ear verse

Sounding the remorse

The whole stack of papers will surely burn

Clench my chest as the pages turn

Spilling a stack neat with regret

Tell a story most soon forget

My finger skims a parting line

Conclusions astounding

Weighted in time

Seattle’s Backyard Trails

A few blocks down from our house in suburban Seattle is a trail. You can hear the freeway. It is behind an elementary school with a big field. You meet many a dog walker and frisbee player. An emo teenager with his headphones in and his head down. Kids.
Yet there is no trash on the trail.
Ferns

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A sliver of tranquility never leaving the city reality.
slopeWashington tends to creep up on you. When you despise the rain and wet and cold and then…perfect. I have discovered you won’t actually get rained on in a good forest trail. And that and i may have grown webbed feet.

by the water

Rebekah

Walking slowly muddy water

Is a child and a daughter

Puddle drops and a luring cry

“Wave to mommy”

“Say bye-bye”

Sitting quietly legs drawn over

Sky drawn back and fleeting forward

“I gave you fair warning”

Not at all

You didn’t tell me

I would fall

Crawling through trees cautiously growing

Entangled in our knots gazing

Reflecting over long drawn lies

Blind fingers grope the rough edges of goodbye

Goodbye to my lonely

Good riddance my hate

Pressing iron in my chest

Torment follows deep unrest

Stomach burns for my ties

To my kin I say goodbye

When you’re young thoughts run wild

Soon you’re old

Wistful child

Tightening the rope that holds them in

Waiting for the light to shine in

Journal

The feelings are all somewhere
Reasons undefined
You sit there quietly
In the back of my mind

Hold close the reasons why
I don’t talk to you
I can’t even say it
Still I find it true

I love everyday
Every reason more and more
Some day I will define
The reason I don’t talk to you anymore

Subtle reminders of the past
A lost note long played
Words don’t describe
The bond we’ve made

I am sorry. That is what I want to say. I am so sorry. And although things could have happened differently, I knew better the whole time. Just shoved it down and pretended like it wasn’t real. Blamed it on your inconsistency. But that was just an excuse. A way to vent my frustration and denial and loneliness.

I know I’m ready. I turned enough in my brain. I’ve forced myself to say it out loud. But it’s still too hard to accept. That I did that. To you.

Inspiration

When I feel like trying something new

My mind falls too

However

Who will I tell this to

Creative bursts of lusty words

Falling through the back of my page

My hands twitch

Conjunction

Must find something too

Not a single page

Music finds me

Whittle off the edge

My favorite lyrics swimming through my head

Nonetheless

Crowd out the rest

Reaching for a meaning

Cruelty and happiness

Head of the game

Put my damn words to shame

Try for a walk

Crisp wind and water tell me

Unfortunately

Not my path to be

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