I don’t yet know if I support Barak, but he’s the only person with an actual plan to get out of Iraq–timetable and all. Here’s a petition in support of his plan.
Zodiac was unsettling. It’s not giving away anything to say that it’s about the search for the Zodiac serial killer in California, in the late 60’s to 70’s.
The two girls he killed that were shown in the film had “neat” hair, and wore clothes that frankly had been fashionable in New York several years earlier. “Neat” as in not messy, not hippiesh.
One was cheating on her husband and some details in the movie showed that she might not have been the all-American girl, radio call in viewers portrayed her as. They thought Haight-Ashbury should be the place the police looked.
That’s actually the point. Girls and guys were typed as “nice” and/or “good” not by action but by how we dressed and how we wore our hair.
Stereotypes ran rampant and still do about that time. When I first began to do political blogging I was amazed by the number of “liberal” bloggers just a bit younger who assumed that most anti-war protesters hated the troops who were called soldiers even if they weren’t in the army, and threw rocks or eggs as a matter of course.
Why? If you don’t believe in violence why would you want to hurt a troop member? I came from an affluent town where 99% of all students went on to college. Honestly, I didn’t know guys, and they were all guys who went into the service. I knew them after they came out.
Every single guy I knew, who had been in Viet Nam came home deeply disturbed. The VA had no special services for them. The Armed Forces didn’t try to ease their pain and help them adjust to life in America.
Damn hippie scum did that. I only had two Vet friends; one was my best friend, Shelby’s, boyfriend her first three years of college, and the other was “every body’s” friend and/or responsibility. After my husband and I separated, I moved in with old friends who I didn’t know had turned into Lesbian junkies. I wasn’t home much and it took me months to figure out. The second Vet seemed to come along with the house.
Yes I think and thought that there was plenty wrong with shooting heroin. It would have been very nice had they told me that their sexual preferences had changed. While I didn’t disapprove my sexual preference was still straight.
I’m writing about this time in my life now, for my book, and it’s hard because I see it through adult eyes I become scared that I will not write it as it really happened, to me, but as a revisionist who doesn’t completely approve of some of the things that I did, and would take back one horrible thing I did. I would have taken it back as soon as I did it
I have no idea why I picked up a gorgeous guy and brought him back to my dorm room when a close, male friend was sleeping in the next bed.
It’s the absolute worst thing that I have ever done and takes me out of the running for any, she was a wonderful hippie award, though many people knew this story, and liked me anyway.
I am totally not ashamed of sleeping with–well, Shelby counted for me. I am ashamed of picking somebody up when I had company sleeping in the room
No, I wasn’t a nice girl. I was screwed-up, troubled, a bit too sexy, and that night definitely a bit too available. I was polite, generally sweet and good, and in total awe of my own life.
I don’t regret having slept with too many boys. My boyfriend and I broke up every three weeks for three weeks. Sometimes we would last six weeks and break up for six weeks. We were petty even on the number of weeks on and weeks off.
It was a very schizzy time in my life. I had no idea who or what I was. One semester I would do incredibly well, the next semester my English teacher actually followed me to tell me how great I could be, how filled with potential I was, if I would only come to class occasionally.
In high school, my English teachers thought that I was mediocre. They didn’t understand how I got such great achievement, standardized testing and state exam scores. Only two teachers, an art and a science teacher and my guidance counsellor thought I was filled with potential.
Everybody else thought I was maybe Junior College material and it was too bad I was so bad at anything approaching secretarial skills.
College was the first time since Third Grade where the teachers believed in me. I wasn’t ready to be a student then, and wouldn’t be until I was 23 and went to my third college.
My first college was all about having fun, and I don’t regret that. Just before I dropped out my Junior year, I wrote a poem that I vaguely remember about the party having lasted too long.
To get into the right mood, I listen to CD’s from then and play You Tube videos.
I’m giving my blog a face lift because I need to in order to continue blogging. I feel disconnected from it as I need to expend the energy into my book(s). If I don’t play this out to the finish line I will always wonder a bit too much.
i really have to stick to posting twice a week and reading blogs two or three times a week at the most. If I don’t, find a way to shoot me.
Zodiac was really about obsession, of the solving mysteries and writing about them, kind. I took looking for the killer as a metaphor for understanding anything that seems incomprehensible. Maybe I needed to see it as that.
Yesterday I was reading about the need to obsessively write in order to have a decent first draft. As much of my memoir reads like fiction, I need to treat it as fiction. Not in the sense of making things up. It’s all based on my memories and thus my perception.
I was desperately trying to keep this part of my life out of it. But that’s when it began.
I’m not ashamed of it. But people that were in my life then are still in the I adore them category and don’t want to hurt them. Hey if you and your boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever, broke up every thee weeks, still got married for a hot sec and are still friendly wouldn’t you find that weird? The whole thing, not just writing about it. I do have his written permission to say anything. He might deny it because that’s the type of guy he is–I tape or threaten to tape our phone calls, but…