Damn. Well, sure, of course it was going to happen
sometime, but I wasn't really sure that the 1990s were
really going to end until I heard that Terence McKenna was
super dead sick.
Like, I dunno if anyone else remembers this stuff, but the 90s came on REAL
STRONG here in San Francisco, around 1989 or so. It was this really weird,
optimistic yet cynical, bad crazy time. There were basically 4 planks to the
90s platform: electronic music, computers, green politics, and Terence McKenna.
Terence is the world's foremost expert in ethnobiology -- in other words, he
knows all the best plants to get you fucking HIGH. But unlike a lot of cynical
drug advocates, Terence BELIEVES in drugs. He thinks they're IMPORTANT -- that
they're a gateway to the IMMORTAL and INEFFABLE world. He thinks that the
Shadow People that you meet in Mushroom Land have something to say to you. That
all those guys in loincloths with blood coming out of their ears in remote
Amazon villages are doing something right.
Anyways, he was the spectacular godchild of early 1990s SF. Like, people would
quote him all the time and stuff. Even long after all that THING that made the
90s cool and interesting and important kinda got dashed on the rocks by venture
capitalists and W I R E D and whoever, even after that, Super Terence was still
making the rounds, telling people about s. divinorum or whatever. He's
been putting in the time to make the Dreamtime happen.
Well, now, he's dying. Check out the info at the site below, and take an extra
cap tonight in honor of the Mushroom Man, eh? Tell them the Shadow People sent
you.
