hippies

I just took the Monday evening yoga class at the Westhaven Community Arts Center, and it was just what the doctor ordered. Good to touch base with my Hippie roots.

There are a lot of places I haven’t stretched out or accessed in quite a long time, and it’s more than worth my ten bucks to have an external structure to focus and calm my mind for 90 minutes. I left feeling lighter than I have in quite a while.

It also made me miss my old artsy city life and all the human connections. Things these days just aren’t as rich.

There’s a lot of political talk about dirty hippies, the phantom which animates so much of our power elite. The reasons for this must be dark and deeply psychological, but I really don’t care. This is a generational fight I have no interest in wasting cycles on.

On my Jetblue flight back, VH1 Classic had a bit about the 60s and drugs, and they had some old footage of Kesey, both the Paul Newman-looking Acid Test version and the more familiar Pleasant Hill farmer. That guy was the MF man, and it’s a shame their whole scene got busted down on so hard.

So yeah, hippies are annoying I know. I don’t want to talk about crystal healing either. But, on the other hand, Florida Gator fans are annoying too. So maybe it’s just people and not just hippies who are annoying.

Anyway, I’m back in California. Just another freak in the freak kingdom.