Yesterday never happened.
A bunch of stuff is gone
I suppose if I had not met spiderwoman at that time when I had finally got enough sophormore credits after attending college on and off from 1959 thru 1972, If I had stayed I would have gone the route of a major in Cultural Anthropolgy and minor in Pyschology. Seemed like such a perfect fit.
Womb, that is what Culture is to me, a extro-biological womb we enter when we leave the biological womb. Encultruation is there any way to over come it. My room mates back then were seniror Pysch majors in the honors program, that was their holy grail, the un-mediated man.
that the american government is skrewing people over, that and the media is there henchman. he's a really smart guy, really smart.
Chomsky is a linguist I thought. Theorist on post modern linguistics?
I could google and pose but would rather not. Seems like intellectual masturbation.
That glass eye really has a hold on people.
I been trying to think of happy father daughter relationships. I bet LR'sdaughter is a lucky girl.
I remember Gloria Steinem talking about her father and Freida Hughes seems to have had a loving relationship with her father.
Baby Driver, the book by Jan Kerouac about her daddy was kind of sad. But I have heard they had a reconciliation later.
I been watching the Dylan documentary on tape. The bit where Mario Savio is harranging the students to throw themselves beneath the wheels of the machine.
I also thought the bit where Dylan had walked off twenty five flolk albums and the guy tracked him down and was swinging a bowling pin at him. Good story. Dylan kept his cool and kept saying interesting things and the guy would get interested and stop trying to hit him with the bowling pin.
got to get out side feeling claustrophobic as hell
thanks for keeping in touch