Another photograph is missing! I don’t know where it went!
This is the enduring image of the sixties for me. I think I had a lighter with this picture on it (it’s from a Robert Indiana painting). It makes me happy, just looking at, although the time period was not all that great for me.
But I’m up to the sixties now with this book, and I’m researching LSD. Apparently all the parapsychologists were doing it! Okay, not all, but the people I’m writing about experimented with it a little, and really, who knew? It’s just bizarre, to me anyway, this cross-over in cultures. I’ve got letters from Huxley and other early experimenters, talking about all the other early experimenters, and mediums comparing their trance states to tripping! Can you believe it?
My American Idol thoughts for the day. I just do not like Antonella. Not only can she not sing, but she has this off-putting, entitled attitude. Last week it was comparing herself to Jennifer Hudson, and this week, when Simon tried to tell her the truth as graciously as possible, she was just prissy and dismissive in return. She’s pretty clueless, but unaware that she is clueless, and is unpleasant about it. Melinda is the best, but I want her to start owning her talent. I appreciate that we can’t change our self-image over night, if at all really, but I want her to stop acting amazed and grateful that someone hasn’t kicked her or something when she faces the judges.