I lie to anyone younger than I am when congratulating them on the exciting youth they enjoyed because the truth, the secret I keep silent about, is that for anyone growing up in the 60’s life was incomparably more interesting than it is now. We had music, art and political/spiritual detonations not seen before or since. The “Summer of Love” exhibit at the deYoung gets close to recreating the spirit of the times in San Francisco thanks to generous whiffs of incense, rock music, light shows and dazzlingly inventive posters. (If you want actual art head upstairs to the joyous Stuart Davis show). Meanwhile over at the Berkeley Art Museum’s current version of the 60’s they get it all wrong – could our youth have been so humorless and dull?
Not since my adolescence have I paid so much attention to my skin. All those hours on the beach have come back to haunt me – not just the keratoses which I have burned off regularly but the blotchy brown age spots which make me look like Gorbachev. After a winter hibernating I require heavy doses of sunshine tho my dermatologist now has reduced the length of time that sunblock works. He recommends applying it every 60 minutes, dammit. It’s annoying but not annoying enough to have my face “re-done” like Larry Ellison and Putin.
On the other hand I might want to volunteer to test one of those new “pacemakers for the brain” which promise to restore my tattered memory.
Having trouble keeping up with all the new words sprinkling current vocabularies like 1) quiff 2) prepper, 3) completist, 4) skeeve 5) clickbait 6) meme?
1) men’s pompadour hair style
2) anyone stockpiling supplies for a disaster
3) an obsessive collector
4) to cause disgust
5) content that attracts attention to a web page
6) an image, word, video spread around the internet
Embarrassed right now to be living in Berkeley. I was here when Mario Savio stirringly defended the first amendment and though every word Ann Coulter says, including “and” and “the” is a lie, [thank you Mary McCarthy for that quote] she has the same right that he had to speak. I am further embarrassed that campus Republicans endorse her mendacious views but understand they are too preoccupied being iconoclastic, rebelling against their liberal professors. As for those baseball bat wielding, black-hooded agitators I wish local journalists would do their job and find out if they are left wing wingnuts or alt-rightists who have come out of their caves and declaring war on democracy.
Open Table, which too many restaurants require as the only way to make reservations, I have found to be consistently unreliable. They tell me there are no tables available until early or late in the evening and yet, when I call the restaurant itself, my 7 o’clock reservation is not a problem. What’s the deal?
I’m still staring down the tracks waiting for that promised train in Marin and Sonoma to show up.