Re: The Only People for Me are the Mad Ones...

I'm in Berkeley, CA. I'm actually on Telegraph Ave at Caffe Mediterraneum. While it's been quite awhile since The Graduate was filmed here and even longer since Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg kicked it inside these walls, I thought maybe their gift for words would rub off on me. It should be noted that the only book I took with me on my travels is a signed copy of Ginsberg's "Howl and Other Poems" that my sister gave me for my 18th birthday.
So sitting here is kinda significant...like when I found out that Ginsberg once lived on my street in New York.

While it's definitely unique here, I'm not sure how I feel about all the hippies. It's as though time stopped at 1969 and everyone around here is just waiting for the next thing to protest...which of course, is admirable, but I guess I'd rather do other things with my time than stage sit-ins and make politically charged tye-dye t-shirts.
Perhaps my parents raised me wrong? Or maybe my father's activism just never rubbed off on me? I mean, the man did live out here for several years during the late 60's and early 70's.

Think I'll wander some more...take photos of the hippies in their natural habitat...maybe throw a bar of soap at a few...

"The only people for me are the mad ones, mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

xo. Mandy.