There’s no need to review this lovely, holistic collection. We’ll let this clip speak for itself:
What is there beyond knowing that keeps calling to me? I can’t turn in any direction but it’s there. I don’t mean the leaves’ grip and shine or even the thrush’s silk song, but the far-off fires, for example, of the stars, heaven’s slowly turning theater of light, or the wind playful with its breath; or time that’s always rushing forward, or standing still in the same—what shall I say—moment.
What I know I could put into a pack as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it on one shoulder, important and honorable, but so small! While everything else continues, unexplained and unexplainable. How wonderful it is to follow a thought quietly to its logical end. I have done this a few times. But mostly I just stand in the dark field,in the middle of the world, breathing in and out. Life so far doesn’t have any other name but breath and light, wind and rain. If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet. I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass and the weeds.
It’s too bad Dubai imprisons you mercilessly if you ever get caught with weed. Their fountains sure are cool.
Don’t be fooled, fellow Stoners. This has nothing to do with the television series the screen grab implies, which is how I got sucked into watching it on youtube in the first place.
Still. It was something of a lucky find.
When you hear the words film school, it’s music videos like this that come straight to mind what with the college-aged actors, the self-indulgent, presentational shots, and the dramatic story lines. There is, however, something about this little production that’s kind of eloquent. I loved, for instance, the deflated balloons in the opening sequence.
I probably would have ditched the song and the girl. Neither really work. But what does work is how the thing looks. It’s beautiful in a “look me, I went to film school” kind of way.
We get it, you know what a light kit is.
So watch it with the sound off—or maybe put this music on instead—and keep your thumb close to your eye, so you can mask the girl’s face out of the picture. It’s not that she’s ugly. She’s just sort of uninteresting.
Wheel of Whitney turns a mesmerizing, digital mobile into a musical instrument with a lot of different scales and combinations.
You should, fellow stoners, click the “view this variation on a page by itself” link at the bottom of the animations. In so doing, you get rid of all the distracting choices and words— not to mention the reading that those words can’t help but encourage.
This awesome music video combines the glory of Sigur Ros with the trippy 70’s film Fantastic Planet. If you haven’t seen Fantastic Planet, I would highly recommend it. It’s really something and pretty easy to track down online. I could do all that work for you, but I’m too lazy.
From the archives:
Inception
Perfect for: Enhancement Stoners
To Be Used: After you’ve exhausted all other awesome dream movies
Okay. Okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll write the INCEPTION REVIEW. Everyone just calm down. Jesus. I’ve probably gotten a dozen emails this week about it.
The reason why I’ve been resisting a WHOLE 10 DAYS to write the thing, is because it seems like all the reviews on this site go a little something like this:
Ohhhh, man, so-and-so movie was sooo fucking cool. I was baked out of my gourd, man, and the graphics were sweet as hell, dude..
But. Dude. I was totally confused at some parts…
Sound familiar?
Yeah, not that interesting, is it?
Now you know why I waited.
The Museum of Me transforms your digital life into a virtual art installation.
Any good stoner knows that a little weed can make any artistic experience more focused, more interesting, and more creative. There’s nothing like settling into the rhythms of the THC coursing through your body to tap into that unconscious place of prolificity.
Enter 750 Words, an excellent website for accomplishing your daily writing pages. By vomiting 750 words on the page as quickly as possible, artists are able to cleanse their minds from all that block-inducing static.
Even if you don’t find yourself particularly artistic, the trance induced by both the pot and the process will make for an interesting time, especially if you’re getting high by yourself.
Also, David Lynch swears by it, and we all know what he’s capable of.
Weed Porn Daily
Perfect for: Art House Stoners
To Be Used: To Decorate Your Apartment
One time, I had the glorious pleasure of trying some Oregon medicinal marijuana. The nugs sparkled with THC. I mean, it looked like fucking Christmas— like you could just load up a few of them in a snow globe and have all the winter wonderland you’d ever need.
Enter Weed Porn Daily, a blog that houses a beautiful collection of macro marijuana photography (aka pot pics).
Thanks, Oscar :-)
You know when you’re high with your friends and you start coming up with the craziest ideas? Like, maybe you have an idea for an awesome new way to design a car or a sweet-ass amusement park, you know where the roller coaster bends in such a way that the participants lose gravity or something….
That’s kind of how it was for the protagonist of this movie I caught the other day. This guy followed around Banksy and other street artists with a video camera for many years until he finally decided that he himself was going to make art.
But it was more than that.
Read moreThe Wilderness Downtown is a sweet-ass interactive music video. You type in your childhood address and it integrates google street views into the short. Damn cool, if you ask me… and further fucking cool because it’s for the Arcade Fire.
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Beginning as it all begins, it forsook the source of things and that which flowed over that which stayed. It made the choice to form a standing wave. It leaned the out against the in, unfolding in a place to call its own, and it gently draped six senses over this house of cards that it built, and opened ground to the roots of touch and let them in.
Incredible sensations. It was the insatiable feeling of a feeling of insatiable desire and all that it could do was hold tight to that that it was not. It told itself it needed names and in so doing it became. This is the birth that everyone is always talking about. The one assumed but not remembered, but death does not forget.
The end will remind it to cure it of itself.
(Source: youtube.com)
