A R T ,   L O V E ,   C O N S C I O U S N E S S ,   A N D   G R I L L E D   C H E E S E

F I f t h   E d i t i o n                         J u n e   2 0 1 1

IT’S  JUNE  AND  SCHOOL’S  OUT  FOR  SUMMER!

“Outside”  by  Verenice  (Mexico)

WHAT  IS  THE  HAPPY THE  WEATHER  REPORT:  SWEET

COLLECTIVE? MR.  COSMIC  CHARLIE
I   grew   up   in   New   England-­-­   known   for   erratic   weather   and   drastic  
ADACK
The   Happy   Collective   represents   an  
seasonal  phases.  Even  on  a  season  to  season  basis  the  weather  seldom  
makes  any  sense  at  all.  As  a  result  I’ve  become  more  than  accustomed  
empowerment   of   individuals   to   broadcast  
to  weather  that’s  out  of  the  ordinary-­-­  and  even  extraordinary  at  times.  
and   receive   information   and   culture.   We  
I’ve   accepted   that   it’s   not   in   our   control,   but   more   importantly   I've  
present   an   opportunity   for   you   to   become   come  to  realize  that  we  don’t  really  need  it  to  be.
part   of   something   larger   and   uniquely    
human.  No  longer  counter-­culture,  no  longer   We  can  try  to  predict  it,  prepare  for  it,  plan  our  days  around  it-­-­  and  
fringe,   no   longer   the   Other,   we   stand   even  still  it’s  prone  to  throwing  us  curves  at  its  whim.  As  such,  the  only  
together   to   unveil   our   own   significance   and   real   route   around   the   problem   of   weather   is   learning   to   love   it   by  
our   individual   artistic   interpretations   of   traipsing   directly   through   it,   persevering,   and   finding   that   it   doesn’t  
reality.
need  to  dictate  the  amount  of  pleasure  in  a  day  (or  even  weigh  into  it  
at  all)  unless  we  decided  to  let  it.  
  Together,   we   can   transcend   the  
 
illusionary   boundaries   that   disempower   us  
Not  all  rainy  days  have  to  be  dreary,  and  not  all  sunny  days  are  going  
and   peel   back   the   imaginary   layers   of   to  be  happy  due  to  the  weather  alone.  Our  joy  is  up  to  us  individually  
separation  that  keep  us  from  actualizing  as  a   as   well   as   collectively,   and   a   simple   step   in   achieving   that   joy   is  
brilliant,  radiant  collective. embracing  where  we  are  and  what  it  feels  like.
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CIRCLES We're  fools  whether  we  dance  or  not,  so  we  might  as  well  dance.
LAZY  SUSAN -­JAPANESE  PROVERB
Breathless,  she  looks  down  at  the   unnatural  in  the  July  air.  She  lies   car   with   two   people   inside.   Two  
rhythmic   incantation   of   water;;   on  the  rock,  noticing  the  glint  of   twenty   year   old   guys   with   no  
she  can  barely  feel  her  toes.  Her   Sawyer   Grace’s   suit   clasp   as   she   shirts   on,   what   luck!     She   asks  
entire  body  is  pulsating  with  the   flies  through  the  air  fearless  and   them   for   advice   but   they   don’t  
anticipation   of   the   river’s   cool   proud   like   the   river   into   which   know  so  she  calls  her  father.    He  
reception.   Sawyer   Grace,   poised   she   was   fading.   No   one   to   says,   “Wait   until   it   cools   off   and  
on   a   nearby   rock   with   a   Canon   immortalize   this   moment   then   continue.”   The   evening   is  
162,  yells  “I’ll  catch  you  mid-­air!”   because  the  Canon  was  left  up  on   still   warm,   the   sun   still   lazing  
It   bothers   her   that   the   moment   the   warm   round   rock.   She   pulls   about  in  the  sky,  not  to  disappear  
will   end   up   immortalized   on   Grace  out  of  the  water  and  asks:   ‘til   ten.   The   night   will   no   longer  
Facebook,  but  she  lets  the  feeling   “Again?”   No,   too   tired.     Besides,   be   the   same,   but   it’s   okay.   They  
pass.   Feelings   are   feelings,   they  have  a  sushi  date  at  5:30. chat  with  the  guys  for  a  few  more  
moments   are   moments;;   and   at     They   sun-­dry   for   a   few   minutes,   and   find   out   that   they  
this   particular   moment,   before   boundless   minutes   and   then   it’s   are   going   to   the   cliff!   She  
Sawyer  Grace  can  issue  one  more   on  with  the  flip  flops,  up  with  the   exchanges   a   glance   with   Sawyer  
“chicken!”   accusation,   she   leaps   camera,   and   into   the   old   dusty   Grace   and   then   gets   in   the   little  
forward  slightly  to  the  left  of  the   red  car  parked  by  the  side  of  the   blue  car,  already  looking  forward  
jagged   rock   formation   twenty   road.   Wet   hair   curling   and   to  the  shock  of  the  river.    
feet   below   and   into   the   river.   frizzing   in   the   wind,   they   are     The   river,   never   so   cold;;  
Water  has  never  felt  so  cold.  She   friends   returning   from   an   the   sky,   never   so   pink-­  
has  never  breathed  as  sharply  as   encounter   with   eternity   to   the   purple-­blue;;   breath,   never   so  
she   does   when   she   breaks   the   grandeur   of   the   day   as   the   sun   transient.
rushing  water’s  glass  surface.  She   falls  lower  in  the  Montana  sky.
has   never   seen   sky   so   cerulean,     They   don’t   get   far.   Three  
nor  felt  air  so  soft.  She  blinks  and   miles   down   the   highway   Marie  
lets   the   river   seep   under   her   looks   down   to   see   smoke  
nails,  into  her  skin,  soak  her  hair.     emerging   from   the   passenger  
She   adjusts   her   bikini   and   pulls   side  vents.  Swerving  off  the  road,  
herself   up   onto   a   rock.   The   sun   she  curses.  Damn  old  car  always  
feels  good. breaking.   Unfortunately,   it’s   her  
  Space.     She   stares   at   the   only  transport.  Well!  They  won’t  
sky.   Sawyer   Grace   is   breathless   make   their   sushi   date.   She   has  
and  yelling,  but  she  cannot  hear.     been   looking   forward   to   tekka  
The  river  is  too  loud,  the  song  too   maki  rolls  and  a  cold  sprite.    But  
wild,   the   trees   too   green.     now,  approaching  them  from  the  
“Cast  Your  Mind”
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Lazy  Daisies  by  Snow  White
RUN  INTO  FLOWERS
ELEMENTALS
Rest  your  weary  eyes
I  say
As  she  begins  to
Dream.
What  of,  is  a  mystery.
Her  eyes,  closed
As  she  lays  her  head  on  my  pillow.
Another  calm  morning,  another  rough  night
My  sheets  lay  halfway  across  the  room.
With  a  small  portion  of  my  bed  available,
I  lay  my  back  against  the  wall,
Warm  like  a  space  heater.
”Come  here”  she  says
Shivering  from  the  cold.
She  yearns  for  my  heat  and  affection,
I  lovingly  oblige.
My  nose  rests  on  the  nape  of  her  neck
Her  perfume,  some  foreign  flower,
Still  poignant.
She  falls  asleep  soon-­after.
How  she  can  so  hastily  do  so,
I  will  never  know.
Strands  of  her  golden  sunkissed  hair  wander,
Onto  the  front  of  her  face,
Blocking  her  resplendent  beauty.
I  run  my  fingertips  through  her  hair
and  move  it  from  her  eyes.
She  smiles,
In  her  sleep
From  this  subtle  act  of  love.
Will  she  dream  of  me?
The  most  important  thing  to  teach  your  children  is  that
the  sun  does  not  rise  and  set.  It  is  the  Earth  that
revolves  around  the  sun.  Then  teach  them  the  concepts  of
North,  South,  East  and  West,  and  that  they  relate  to
where  they  happen  to  be  on  the  planet's  surface  at  that  time.
Everything  else  will  follow.
CLEMENTINE -­RICHARD  BUCKMINSTER  FULLER
JOHN  SPLIFF
The  boy  sat  eating  a  clementine.  He  was  no  newcomer  to  the  world  
of   eating   clementines;;   he   had   a   technique   and   believed   he   could  
identify   the   tastiest   ones   by   look   and   feel.   His   current   specimen  
was  particularly  delicious  so  far  but  he  worried  that  the  sections  in  
the  second  half  would  not  meet  the  expectations  set  by  the  first.  At  
that   moment   he   realized   that   the   best   way   to   eat   a   clementine  
would   be   to   eat   it   all   at   once.   It   would   have   a   singular   taste   and  
would   disappoint   and   amaze   simultaneously   instead   of   in  
unpredictable  succession.  He  further  realized  that  it  would  be  in  
his   best   interest   to   eat   all   the   clementines   in   the   universe  
simultaneously   (instead   of   one   at   a   time,   which   is   what   he   had  
been  doing  thus  far).  He  wondered  what  the  collective  flavor  of  so  
much  fruit  would  be.  Would  the  foul  tasting  clementines  outdo  the  
tasty  ones?  It  would  be  far  better  that  way  because  no  single  fruit  
could   deceive   him   with   an   unusually   good   or   unusually   bad  
experience.  He  would  have  a  perfect  knowledge  of  clementines  as  a  
whole;;  he  would  know  how  they  taste  in  general.  At  that  time  the  
boy  discovered  that  he  could  only  fit  one  clementine  in  his  mouth  
and  thus  his  idea  was  impossible.  A  tear  came  to  his  eye.  If  he  can't  
achieve  an  accurate  understanding  of  clementines  he  might  as  well  
not  eat  them  at  all!  They  only  serve  to  fool  him.
He   turned   to   his   friend   who   was   sitting   nearby   with   the   same  
variety  of  citrus  in  his  hand.  The  boy  said,  “I  just  figured  out  that  I  
hate   clementines   for   their   cruel   deceptive   properties”.   He   then  
explained  his  predicament  fully  with  a  tone  of  fear  and  rage.  “Well,  
if   you   think   about   it,   every   clementine   is   its   own   unique   entity”,  
began  the  friend,  “In  all  of  the  cosmos  you  will  probably  not  find  an  
identical   hunk   of   matter.   My   personal   philosophy   on   the  
consumption  of  clementines  is  to  never  let  any  go  to  waste.  Even  
the   gross   ones   can   be   composted   or   something.   You   shouldn't  
squander  such  beautiful  little  packages  of  nutrients”  “You  can't  tell  
me  what  to  do!”,  the  boy  said  in  retaliation.  He  felt  offended  and  
belittled.  Although  he  knew  deep  down  that  his  friend  was  right,  he  
was   too   proud   to   follow   his   advice.   Never   again   did   he   eat   the  
forbidden  fruit,  and  he  eventually  became  a  bitter  old  man.
His   friend,   however,   led   an   especially   wonderful   life   until   he  
perished   from   eating   a   diseased   clementine.   On   his   deathbed   he  
said   that   he   did   not   regret   eating   that   fateful   fruit,   and   in   fact  
thinks  it  was  his  favorite  one.
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SUMMER  AND  FRIENDS DARIUS  RAIDER
For  me,  summer  time  is  always  a  favorable  season;;  schools  out,  people  
are   happy,   the   sun   is   shining   and   it   seems   that   the   ominous   cloud   of  
obligation  is  lifted.  The  stress  of  school  is  quite  imposing  on  one’s  sanity.  
The   responsibility   of     tests,   papers,   homework,   portfolios,   clubs,   etc,   it  
can  all  pile  up  and  become  overwhelming.  Thus,  it’s  not  surprising  that  
once  final  exams  are  done,  many  of  us  breathe  a  sigh  of  relief  -­  I  know  I  
do.  I  also  feel  a  bit  nostalgic  when  school  is  out.  
  During   the   school   year,   all   my   friends   are   congregated   in   one  
place,  and  therefore,  school  can  be  a  concentrated  dose  of  awesome  since  
your  friends  are  there  with  you.  As  the  holidays  roll  around,  I  find  myself  
wishing   that   more   of   my   individual   friends   weren’t   scattered   to   their  
many  places  of  origin.  Of  course  this  isn’t  an  overbearing  thought;;  I  know  
I’ll   see   them   all   again   in   a   few   months,   but   it’s   indicative   of   how  
possessive  the  human  psyche  can  be.
  It’s  a  very  human  emotion  to  want  to  hold  on  to  things  that  you   “Time”  by  Annabel  Lee
love  and  enjoy.  The  busy  school  atmosphere  provides  a  lot  of  joy  to  my  
TWO-­LIPPED  TULIP
life,   and   wanting   to   hold   on   to   that   is   quite   natural,   but   It’s   also  
something  I  try  to  challenge.  I’m  not  trying  to  destroy  my  desire  to  see  my   OLD  DOG
friends;;  I’m  trying  to  master  my  own  ego.  Why  do  I  feel  an  exaggerated   I  stood  there  in  The  Sun’s  light,
sense  of  loss  when  I  won’t  see  someone  for  two  months?  It’s  because  the   The  soil  at  my  roots.
pleasure   of   their   company   is   desirable.   I   am   attached   to   the   sense   of   A  golden  sun  with  a  purple  glow.
belonging  I  feel  when  I’m  around  the  people  I  care  about.  In  a  sense,  your   Now,  I  look  down  to  see  My  self.
friends  can  be  more  of  a  family  than  your  blood  relatives;;  you  see  them   Budding  outward,  a  purple  tulip  I  be.
more   and   connect   with   them   beyond   a   simple   genetic   similarity.   The   Inside  lay  the  miniature  pinecone
bond  of  a  friendship  is  strong,  and  thus,  so  is  the  attachment  your  ego  has   Who  grew  overnight.
to  such  friendships. Grew  to  be  and  grow  it  shall  go.
  By  recognizing  that  I’ve  formed  such  an  attachment,  I  look  inside   A  never-­ending  cycle.
myself  to  identify  why  this  attachment  affects  me  the  way  it  does.  Though    
I  won’t  say  I’m  a  hundred  percent  confident,  I  think  that  the  reason  this  
I  lay  in  The  Sun’s  light
attachment  occurs  is  because  when  you  are  invested  in  the  lives  of  other  
As  I  sit  in  my  dark  room.
people,  you  like  to  be  up  to  date  on  what  they  are  doing.  The  lifestyle  we  
As  I  pretend  to  sleep  in  moving  
lead  in  college,  where  you  can  walk  up  the  street  and  meet  five  buddies  
automobiles.
hanging   out,   definitely   keeps   you   connected.   You   are   always   aware   of  
As  I  walk  through  my  waking  life.
what   cool   things   are   going   on   and   your   friends   perpetuate   the   cycle   of  
As  I  roam  through  my  dreams.
involvement.   When   you   lose   that   proximity,   you   also   lose   a   sense   of  
I  close  my  eyes,  yes.
involvement;;   loose   too   much   involvement   in   friend’s,   life   and   your  
And  with  that  I  see.
friendship  can  drift  apart.  If  I  think  about  it  logically,  I  know  that  a  few  
 
months  of  relaxation  is  not  going  to  destroy  the  friendships  that  I  have  
I  see  that  All  is  One
built.   However,   the   primal   fear   of   losing   a   connection   with   someone  
important  is  what  I  think  causes  my  attachments  to  manifest  themselves. Like  You
And  Me.
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“I  Dream  of  Apocalypse”  by  Stephen  Martin
SLOTH
DANTE  CASTRO
The  brain,  it  has  been  measured.
Weigh  it  out  on  a  scale,  
you  will  soon  see  the  scale,
of  what  I've  come  to  say.
What  is  the  Universe?
The  body  of  the  whole,  
I  stretch  beyond  the  measure,
of  mark  or  rhythm,  
of  accent  &  movement.
These  all  accelerate  me,  
away  from  the  self.
So  I  imagine  insurmountable  speeds
at  an  absolute  stillness.
Perplexed.
For  when  I  am  in  your  presence,
I  realize  I  am  more  than  the  self.
Slowly,  we  may  acknowledge  the  truth.
A  new  living  is  at  hand.
An  art-­form  of  life,  is  around  the  bend.
Viscous  blood  and  sweet  surprise,
slowly  rise  inside  the  eyes,
just  to  see,  what  we  could  be,
if  it  wasn't  much  to  simply  survive.
SUMMER  AND
FRIENDS  (continued)
DARIUS  RAIDER
Thinking   about   how   and   why   I  
always  feel  this  way  during  summer  
has   made   me   appreciate   the  
Buddhist  philosophy  of  letting  go  of  
desire.     A   true   friend   will   be   there  
despite   a   large   gap   in   time,   but   the  
fear  of  letting  go  of  a  friend  (even  if  
the   fear   is   irrational)   is   something  
that  shows  me  how  much  I  can  still  
work   on   improving   my   own  
cognitive  function.  By  admitting  my  
fear   I   can   work   towards   accepting  
that  everything,
including  this  life  and  existence,  is  meant  to  come  and  go.  Holding  
on  to  the  material  world  is  to  try  and  keep  something  that  isn’t  meant  
to   be   kept.   Letting   go   doesn’t   mean   burning   a   bridge,   it   means  
accepting  what  happens  as  a  part  of  the  natural  harmony  of  life.
  I  spend  my  summers  living  in  my  head  a  lot.  I  love  my  friends  
and  I  love  my  school.  I  like  to  spend  time  with  people  and  live  life  
with   them,   however,   when   that   is   taken   away,   when   the   noise   is  
muted  and  the  vibrations  slow  to  a  frequency  hardly  moving…  that’s  
when  I  realize  that  sometimes  the  best  way  to  appreciate  something  
is  to  be  unsaturated  from  it.  Have  a  great  break,  from  the  shadow  of  
Darius  Raider.
“Confusion”  by  Verenice  (Mexico)
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AN  UPDATE  TO  SYNCHRONICITY:
Psychological  Progress  Through  Unlocking  The  Doors  Of  Perception
FLYNNIUS
In   last   month’s   issue   I   reported   on   some   of   my   most   recent   personal  
research   regarding   the   topic   of   synchronicity.   If   you   didn’t   read   the  
article   –and   I   suggest   you   do-­   I   wrote   that   Carl   Jung’s   theory   of  
synchronicity   explains   that   although   coincidences   are   causally  
unrelated   in   nature,   through   our   observation   of   these   events,   and   the  
intricate  conceptual  relationships  of  our  minds  created  by  a  collective  
unconscious,   a   meaningful   non-­causal   relationship   of   coincidental  
events  is  created.  I  went  on  to  explain  that  synchronistic  events  occur  
when   we   recognize   casually   coincidental   events   as   conceptually  
meaningful.  I  later  explained  that  by  experiencing  synchronistic  events,  
we   are   able   to   grow   psychologically.   In   addition,   I   reported   on   a   “A  Little  Bird  Told  Me”  by  Snow  White

connection   between   the   theory   of   synchronicity   and   that   of   Aldous   A  DISEMBODIED

Huxley,  who  suggested  that  we  can  experience  psychological  growth  by   EXPERIENCE
altering  our  consciousness  through  meditation,  introspection,  and  the   ANNABEL  LEE
Just  a  simple  glance
use   of   psychedelic   drugs.   Finally,   I   explained   that   this   connection   is   Short  and  fleeting
evident  in  some  recent  research;;  in  my  preliminary  study,  18  out  of  20   Small  enough  to  disappear
From  the  mind  in  a  few
people   surveyed   who   practice   mind-­expanding   activities   reported   an   Simple  seconds.
increased  ability  to  perceive  synchronistic  events.  
Yet  I  remember  this
  Having  conducted  more  research  on  the  topic  in  the  last  month,   One  look  far  more
I  would  like  to  elaborate  on  my  first  article  through  the  addition  of  some   Than  I  remember  any  other
Because  when  I  looked
new  statistical  data.  continued  on  the  next  page Into  that  cracked  and  broken
Bathroom  mirror.
 
I  did  not  recognize  myself.
 
I  did  not  know  whose
Eyes  I  was  gazing  into
Whose  hair  grew  from  that  head
Nor  could  I  see  where  the
Resemblance  was.
 
Between  this  person  and  me.
 
I  did  not  understand
How  this  reflection  could  be
A  true  representation  of  me
It  was  just  a  slab  of  glass
Merely  polished  metal.
 
“The  Peacock  Man”  by  kef What  could  it  show  me?
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 HUMAN  GRACE
NATIVE  CHILD
Blue  moon  sways,  anchored  deep  in  lunar  wait
Dressed  as  heaven,  though  raw  and  cold
As  the  seabed  was  torn  under  ships  they  swarmed,
The  background  of  the  night  hid  horrors
 
From  nature’s  fate,  births  the  cause  to  human  grace
When  kindness  speaks  no  words
 
Earthly  shocks  to  souls  they  once  dreamed  to  hold
In  the  mornin’  when  the  sun  would  rise
Nightmares  of  the  land  clashing  war  with  the  sand
Denied  a  selfish  wish  to  see  their  light
 
From  nature’s  fate,  births  the  cause  to  human  grace
When  kindness  speaks  no  words
 
Cracking  eastern  soil  for  the  sea  to  tear  down  hope
Of  human  hearts,  weakened  at  their  core
For  the  lives  they  create  and  the  plans  they’ve  made
Chose  victim  for  heaven’s  score
 
From  nature’s  fate,  births  the  cause  to  human  grace
When  kindness  speaks  no  words
 
So  remember  this  night,  when  the  birth  of  spring  roots  light
During  the  grievance  of  falling  apart
From  the  world  they’ve  known,  they’ve  captured  the  ropes
Tying  soul  after  soul,  after  soul
 
“Nothing  New”  by  Darius  Raider From  nature’s  fate,  births  the  cause  to  human  grace
When  kindness  speaks  no  words

AN  UPDATE  TO  SYNCHRONICITY  (continued):

Psychological  Progress  Through  Unlocking  The  Doors  Of  Perception
FLYNNIUS
In   a   recent   voluntary   response   survey,   I   asked   a   pool   of   hundreds   of   subjects   to   answer   honestly   to   the  
following   question:   “While   undergoing   an   experience   that   dramatically   alters   consciousness,   such   as  
meditation,  intense  introspection,  or  the  use  of  psychedelic  drugs,  do  you  find  that  your  ability  to  perceive  
synchronistic  events  is  heightened?"  The  response  was  generally  an  affirmative  one,  in  that  76.12%  of  the  
individuals  who  responded  said  yes.
  While  this  figure  is  less  dramatic  than  that  of  my  original  survey,  it  is  still  highly  suggestive  of  my  
theory  that  an  individual’s  ability  to  perceive  synchronistic  events  is  heightened  both  during  and  after  the  
practice  of  consciousness  altering  activities,  suggesting  that  the  theories  of  Aldous  Huxley  and  Carl  Jung  
validate  each  other.
  As  I  have  said  many  times  before,  I  feel  that  in  understanding  these  complex  psychological  concepts,  
we  gain  knowledge,  both  of  others  and  ourselves.  In  turn  this  cardinal  knowledge  allows  us  to  better  our  own  
lives  and  society  as  a  whole.  Accordingly,  I  hope  to  continue  on  my  path  of  research  on  this  topic  and  many  
others,  and  I  will  keep  the  readers  of  THC  posted  on  any  future  updates.
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Mountain  Jam  2011
June  2-­5,  Hunter  Mountain,  Hunter,  NY Starscape Bonnaroo
June  4,  Fort  Armistead  Park,  Baltimore,  MD June  9-­12,  Great  Stage  Park,
Manchester,  TN
WHAT  WE  LIKE:
Umphrey's  McGee,  Toubab  Krewe,
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SOLD  OUT STS9,  Henry  Rollins,  Shpongle
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June  10-­12,  Sonoma  County  Fairgrounds, June  30,  Double  JJ  Ranch,
Santa  Rosa,  CA Rothbury,  MI Grateful  Fest  2012
Nelson  Ledges  Quarry  Park,
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Super  Ball  IX  (Phish) Camp  Bisco  X
July  1-­3  Watkins  Glen  International,
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July  7-­9,  Indian  Lookout  Country  Club, All  Good  Music  Festival
Mariaville,  NY July  14-­17,  Marvin's  Mountaintop,
Masontown,  WV
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Stars,  Yeasayer,  Emancipator TICKETS
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 School’s  Out  Festival  Calendar  (Continued)
Gathering  of  the  Vibes
July  21-­24,  Seaside  Park,  Bridgeport,  CT The  Big  Up L.A.  Rising
July  28-­30,  Sunnyview  Farm, July  30,  Los  Angeles  Memorial  Coliseum,
Ghent,  NY Los  Angeles,  CA
WHAT  WE  LIKE:
Furthur,  Jane's  Addiction,  moe.,  
Big  Gigantic WHAT  WE  LIKE: WHAT  WE  LIKE:
TICKETS EOTO,  Big  Gigantic,  Raq Lauryn  Hill,  Immortal  Technique
$205 TICKETS TICKETS
$90  advance,  $120  Day  of $113  GA  Field
Lollapalooza
August  5-­7,  Grant  Park,  Chicago,  IL
Outside  Lands Identity  Festival
Music  &  Arts  Festival August  20  (other  dates  in
WHAT  WE  LIKE: August  12-­14,  Golden  Gate  Park, other  cities),  Comcast  Center,
Deadmau5,  Atmosphere,  Ratatat,   San  Francisco,  CA Mansfield,  MA
Explosions  in  the  Sky,  The  Mountain  Goats
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Rusko,  Steve  Aoki,  DJ  Shadow,
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TICKETS
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 AMERICAN  IDIOT  IS  BRILLIANT
REVEREND  GODLESS
Before  I  begin,  let  me  get  this  out  of     amorphous   (The   closest   I   can    of  us  look  back  to  our  roots  and  do  
the   way:   I   know   it   was   overplayed   describe  it:  What  if  Fight  Club  and   some   soul-­searching,   perhaps   we  
into  total  oblivion.  Green  Day  totally   Ziggy   Stardust   had   a   baby   and   can   all   give   the   album   another  
betrayed   you   or   whatever.   I   totally   ditched   it   in   some   alley?)       It   is   listen   with   this   defense   in   mind  
get   that   and   I’m   here   for   you.     defiant   and   angry,   but   it   doesn’t   and   learn   to   appreciate   how   it  
Totally.     But   more   importantly,   I’m   seem   to   know   why.   It   goes   places   relates  to  our  lives  today.  Trust  me.  
here   to   tell   you   something:   for  seemingly  no  reason  other  than   Even   though   it   means   you   do   in  
American   Idiot   was   a   good   album.   “fuck   it”   and   then   ends   up   back   fact  have  to  listen  to  “Wake  Me  Up  
“But   Reverend,”   you   squeal   in   a   again  with  nothing  to  show  for  the   When   September   Ends”   for   the  
delightfully   whiny   fashion,   “How   trouble.    It  is  for  these  reasons  that   OH-­GOD-­WHY-­DOES-­IT-­KEEP-­  
could   you   ever   justify   fucking   ‘Give   it   may   very   well   be   the   most   EXISTING-­th  time...it’s  worth  it.
Me  Novacaine’  to  a  hardxcore  punk   accurate   artistic   representation   of  
Dream  the  impossible  dream
fan   like   myself?!”   Well,   sit   back,   our  generation  in  existence.  Not  to  
little   Jimmy,   because   I’m   about   to   put  words  into  the  mouths  of  Green  
and  the  world  will  not
rock  your  world. Day,   but   when   Cigarettes   and  
grind  you  under,
  If   you   were   alive   when   the   Valentines   was   stolen   and   the   it  will  lift  you  up!
album   came   out,   you   enjoyed   it   at   group   decided   to   make   a   concept   This  is  the  trick,  this  is  what
some   point,   that’s   just   science.   For   album,  they  looked  out  at  the  youth   all  the  teachers
most   of   you   reading   this,   you   were   of  America  and  decided  to  tell  their   and  philosophers  who
most   likely   in   middle   school,   just   story.   (Sidenote:   When   that   story   really  touched  the
starting   to   get   rebellious   and   sold,  the  album’s  style  infected  the   alchemical  gold,  this  is  what  
anti-­American   after   your   brief   stint   band,   causing   the   abortion   known   they  understood!  This  is  how
with  patriotism  following  9/11;;  that   as   21st   Century   Breakdown   to   magic  is  done:
is   to   say,   this   album   was   made   for   crawl  out  of  the  abyss.  Let  me  make   its  done  by  hurling
you.  Then,  when  it  saw  monumental   this   clear:   I   will   not   defend   that  
yourself  into  the  abyss
success   and   was   on   every   radio   album,  and  yes,  it  is  our  fault  that  it  
station   every   moment   of   every   day,   exists.  We  are  monsters.)
and  discovering  that
you   had   had   enough   and   began   to     This   also   explains   our  
its  a  featherbed.
-­TERENCE  MCKENNA
hate   it;;   again,   for   most   of   you,   this   generation’s  reactions  towards  it  in  
was  probably  around  when  you  were   our  various  stages  of  development.  
starting   high   school.   This   process   In   middle   school,   it   served   as   our  
actually   corroborates   what   I’m   voice  as  we  found  ourselves  singing  
about   to   tell   you:   not   only   was   that   along   and   meaning   every   word  
album   made   for   you,   it   was   made   without   even   knowing   what   the  
about  you-­-­  or  rather,  us.  Let’s  take  a   words   meant.   In   high   school,   we  
look   at   the   album   as   a   whole,   shall   turned   our   backs   on   it.     This   was  
we? partly   due   to   the   middle   school  
  The   music   is   mostly   a   loud,   connotation   and   partly   because   it  
overly-­polished,   punk-­ish   sound   was  far  too  mainstream—it  can  no  
that   is   designed   to   get   in   your   face.   longer   voice   our   rebellion   if  
The   lyrics   are   contrived   and   whiny   grandma  is  singing  along,  too.  But  
and   the   story   is   fairly   weak   and   now,  in  college,  a  time  when  many   “Untitled”  by  Verenice  (Mexico)

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DEAR  _____________
ANNABEL  LEE
Dear  ____________,

There  comes  a  time  when  you  look  back  on  your  life  and  there’s  so  
much   that   you   feel   you’ve   missed;;   and   on   the   other   hand,   there’s  
also  so  much  you  wish  you  actually  had  missed.  We  continually  ask  
ourselves   what   we   would   have   done   differently.   We   relive   and  
replay  moments  of  our  lives  in  our  heads  like  movie  clips.

Maybe  we  learn  something  from  it.  Maybe  it  helps  us  put  things  into  
perspective.   Maybe   it   just   drives   the   point   home   more.   Maybe   it  
makes  it  hurt  less.  Maybe  it  makes  it  hurt  more.  Maybe  it  makes  us  
happier  in  some  way.  Maybe  it  keeps  us  in  the  past.

Writing   a   letter   to   my   past   self   seems   so   cliché-­-­something   I   will  

perhaps  later  mock  myself  for  doing  because  I  feel  like  I’m  in  grade  
school.   But   you…   you’re   a   part   of   me   that   doesn’t   really   exist  
anymore.   Perhaps   this   is   more   an   exercise   in   catharsis   than   “Untitled”  by  Hammy
anything  else  because  I  am  actively  forcing  myself  to  look  upon  the  
past  and  evaluate. IT  WAS  A  RAINBOW  
I  wish  that  I  had  known  so  many  things  that  I  know  now:  that  some   SUMMER...
people   aren’t   worth   it   and   that   others   really   are;;   that   it’s   okay   to   RAINBOW
make  mistakes,  and  it  always  will  be;;  that  school  isn’t  the  only  thing   Sit  all  around  children  and  ill  tell  you  the  
tale  of  Rainbow....
to  do  in  life;;  that  rules  don’t  always  have  to  be  followed;;  and  that  life   She  was  a  long  time  in  the  making  friends,  ill  
is  supposed  to  be  questioned. tell  you,
Shes  weathered  many  years  of  stormy  hell,
If   there   were   some   way   to   actually   send   this   letter   to   the   past,   But  out  of  the  whipping  wind  and  rain,
perhaps   I   would   put   more   thought   into   it,   or   maybe   not   more   A  calm  came  again....
thought,  but  more  substance—actual  things  of  importance.  Maybe  I   A  bright  light  appears  from  the  right,
And  it  showers  her  minds  eye  with  white  
would  pour  my  soul  into  some  typed-­up  pages  to  send  to  a  confused   light,
10-­year-­old. Something  inside  is  set  in  motion,
In  a  shimmering  explosion,
I   wonder   what   that   10-­year-­old   would   do.   Would   she   actually   Rainbow  appears,
consider  the  advice  in  the  letter?  Would  she  even  know  who  I  was?   Stretches  out,  expands,  she  is  every  color  of  
What  a  conundrum...what  would  you  do? the  Universe,
She  is  every  mood,  every  feeling,
She  is  beautiful  and  sweet,
What  else  do  I  have  to  do  but  end  this  letter  in  a  sigh  and  maybe   She  is  tragic,  she  is  deep,
some  small,  flickering  and  far  off  hope  that  one  day  I’ll  be  able  to   She  is  shining!
write  to  my  past  self  in  earnest?  Because  to  be  quite  honest,  she  can   And  all  of  a  sudden,
use  all  the  help  she  can  get. She  is  gone  in  an  instant,
She  goes  as  fast  as  she  came,
Bursting  into  a  thousand  particles,
This  sorely  misdirected  letter…  This  is  perhaps  the  most  pointless   She  returns  to  the  Universe!
thing  I  have  ever  written.  

Sincerely,
COME  UP  WITH  SOMETHING
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Millennial  generation,  are  not  a  quiet  generation.  Our  generation  has  the  right  to  express  ourselves,  yet  we  often  lack  
the  means  to  do  so.  In  a  world  where  we  are  constantly  communicating,  ideas  often  lose  their  significance.  Every  
message   displayed   is   chosen   by   the   individual   and   there   are   no   restrictions   as   to   what   the   statement   may   be.  
#FaceExpressions  communicates  in  a  new  and  artistic  way  using  individuals’  faces  as  a  canvas  for  them  to  be  heard.  
The  pictures  are  high-­contrast  in  order  to  emphasize  our  natural  beauty  as  humans.  #FaceExpressions  shows  that  
you  do  not  have  to  be  a  skilled  artist  in  order  to  create  great  art.  One  of  our  goals  is  to  promote  community  projects  
and  inspire  our  peers  to  turn  words  in  to  actions.  We  hope  that  the  pictures  make  you  question  who  you  are  as  part  of  
your  surrounding  community.

Photos  continue  on  the  next  page

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THE  NINETIES
with  summer  comes

THC gets nostalgic

memories  of  summers
past
we  asked  our  contributors
who  were  kids  in  the  nineties  
about  their  childhood  favorites
and  collected  some  photos
from  the  era  for  throwbacks
the  larger  the  answer,  the
more  popular  it  was.  photos
are  not  credited  to  their
submitees  for  pseudonym
protection.

What  did  you  want  to

be  when  you  grew  up?

r i an What  video  games

architect terin a did  you  like  to  play?
ve
artist
s t r o n a u t
n i c z elda
o  ga a
vide
so ario
me  d
esig
ner
teacher
dolphin  traine
r pokemon
m
t o r
ac doctor e r er r  my  old
of f i c whateve d
law
o lic e   sibling  playe
ye o t p
r fighter  pil man
garbage   r ry
b e
blue
What  was  your  favorite brown  sugar  cinnamon
Pop  Tart  flavor?
st r a w b e r r y s’mor
es
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THE  NINETIES  (CONTINUED)
THC gets nostalgic
What  were  your
favorite  cartoons?

teenage  mutant  ninja  t

y   doo urtles
b
scoo
r u g r ats rpuff  girls rthur
looney  tune the  powe a
s
What  was  your
po dexter’s  lab
favorite  summer
treat? doug kemo
n
pinky  and double  dare
snonwes lemonade
the  brain rocko’s  modern  
life
co
smoothies l o n hey  arnold
!
r me
ice at e
cream w
What  was  your  favorite
Who  was  your  favorite
Disney  princess?
book/series?

goosebumps a  wrink mulan

series  of p
le  in  time
eter  p snow  white
unfortunate  events
choo
an judy  blum
e  books jasmine
se-­yo harry  potter gs
ur-­ow f   t he  rin cinderella
s
n-­ad lo rd   o
o n t a
pocah
animorph ventu
s
magic  tree  hous re  bo
e  b ooks oks belle
nes
junie  b.  jo 15
SHELTER  FROM  THE
STORM
BUCKLEY  YORKE
The  sheets  crinkle  onto  my  bare  feet,
As  I  strip  my  socks  of  dripping  sleet,
In  the  cotton  covers  I  tightly  wrap,
With  my  knees  squeezing  up  to  my  lap,
The  clicks  of  raindrops  sooth  my  ears,
As  my  mind  and  body  grow  free  of  fears,
But  someone  out  there  soaks  from  the  storm,
As  my  body’s  staying  dry  and  warm,
While  he  coughs  and  chokes  on  the  city  smoke,
Tears  overflow  over  the  stiletto  that  broke,
He  chuckles  as  the  suited  businessman  glares,
His  fingers  stroking  through  his  lucky  hairs,
The  coins  he  jingles  flatter  him  with  ease,
Seeing  the  thunder  as  only  a  breeze,
Underneath  these  satin  sheets  I  shrug,
The  pillow  that  makes  me  a  languid  slug
Does  this  master  bed  make  me  truly  blessed,
Or  leave  me  unable  to  be  impressed,
I  would  gladly  give  up  this  heated  floor,
To  someone  who’d  appreciate  it  more

THANKS  FOR  READING! “Life  Cycles”  by  kef

Dear  Reader,
Just   by   picking   this   up   and   reading   it,   you   are   an  
awesome  person.  Our  friend  and  fellow  writer  Sunny  
Side   Up   says   it   best:   “The   Happy   Collective   is   not   a  
destination   where   we   finally   meet   each   other,   but  
WOULD  YOU  LIKE  TO
rather  it  is  a  realization  that  we  have  been  with  each   SHARE  YOUR  ART,  POETRY,
other   all   along.”   Everyone   who   is   involved   in   The   OR  WRITING?  KNOW  OF  A
Happy   Collective   finds   joy   not   only   in   what   we’ve   GOOD  LOCAL  SHOW?  WANT
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other   like-­minded   individuals.   Do   you   have   NEAREST  YOU?
something  you  would  like  to  contribute?  Whether  it  
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for  more  art,  more  love,
P.S.  -­  We  will  be  sending  good  vibes  your  way.   and  more  tales  of  consciousness.
And  definitely  more  grilled  cheese  :)  
Note:  Some  of  the  original  work  has  been  edited  for  
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