2005 into 1968
More pundits picking up on Pat Robertson’s stupidity to vocalize what the govt. really wants to do with Chavez, and it’s not a good weekend for those in Crawford looking for a quiet end to the summer as Maureen Dowd’s NY Times opinion piece gets picked up everywhere for the phrase, “the cultural shift that is turning 2005 into 1968” while Joan Baez reminds everyone there are still people that are activists for civil rights and humanity everywhere.
It’s certainly 1968 around Snug Cove this afternoon, as the annual Bowfest end of the summer party and parade theme was “Flower Power” with Peace, Love and Understanding abounding. Certainly a different atmosphere than last year, when the large imported police presence caused more than a bit of consternation amongst the locals. Maybe it was the lack of an official “beer garden” this year, but the constabulary’s presence was barely noticable when the company van was decorated with “grass” for the parade; lawn clippings from me the day before that were bagged and thrown right away into the walk-in freezer to stay green. There was some sitar music, and local band Naive mistook a lot of 70’s and 80’s music for the 60’s sound, but no one really noticed I think.
With our own municipal elections coming up, we’ll be seeing some culture clash a little more clearly here. There are a few main factions of thinking on the island, ranging all the way from sell the whole island and let’s get a bigger ferry at all costs, to those that think there should be only one ferry a day, and it’s leaving only.
The Word Press software comes with one active “plug-in”, which is a sort of widget that anyone familiar with php can produce. This one displays a verse or line from an artist from another time, “it symbolizes the hope and enthusiasm of an entire generation summed up in two words sung most famously by Louis Armstrong. Hello, Dolly”. I was changing the stylesheet a bit and noticed
“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy all for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.”
Which is sweet, but not sure what to make yet of the line at the top of the admin area: “Find her a vacant knee, fellas” - ? - until I read the lyrics while singing along 