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Massage went beautifully. (In case you missed it - I went for a shiatsu massage today to work out the pain in my hip and back.) It went so well, that I scheduled another in two weeks. It's too expensive to do it every week. But I need to do a few more - to work out the tension in these muscels.
( personal crap )
Regarding the election? The year is reminding me more and more of 1968. Spoke with my Dad on the phone tonight - who told me that he had a speaker at his world affairs club recently, this guy was apparently a former member of the UN or something like that. At any rate, the speaker parrelled all the events of 1968 with 2008. In 1968 - General Westmoreland came forward and told the assembly that there was a light at the end of the tunnel in VietNam and it looked like they were going to win, this was about three months before the TeT Defensive (sp?), or that huge bloody massacre that killed thousands of soliders. Same thing is happening now. Also in 1968 - the Democratic National Convention was violatile, they didn't have a clear candidate from the primaries and had to bring out the superdelegates. My father was a precint captain for Eugene McCarthy who was running against Humphrey (Lyndon Johnson's VP) and George McGovern (who my father says was a lot like John Edwards in his campaign strategy and political views). McCarthy brought Bobby Kennedy into the works, but Kennedy got shot shortly after Martin Luthor King or shortly before.
My parents were living in Chicago at the time, in the epi-center of the riots. Over the phone my father told me about a riot that he witnessed in Chicago - it involved three groups of people - protestors, Mayor Daly's cops, and a group of movie goers exiting a nearby theater. He told me that I could read about the riot in a book he wrote and gave me some time ago - Beach Walk - which he self-published on 1stBooks.com. Here's the passage that my father wrote - it's told in third person and from the point of view of a fictional character in the book:
He was three blocks north of the Conrad Hilton Hotel when he heard the massive screams accompanied by the sound of feet pounding the pavement like a dull pulsating drum roll. He watched in horror as the police with nightsticks filed out of the buses and in rows of two, three and four charged straight into the crowd. The confused and mixed mass of protestors surged northward toward Charlie and collided with a part of the crowd that had just left the State Street Theater. The dull rapping of the nightsticks on human heads, the screaming of the innocent moviegoers and the raucous cursing of the police all merged in Charlie's consciousness. He had never seen street violence. Police gone beserk terrified him. He yelled, 'This is America.' at the top of his lungs.
A new wave of the blue-helmeted mob carried riot guns, gas masks and nightsticks. Some carried shotguns. They systematically clubbed their way through the crowd and continued to batter the young people after they had fallen. Many wouldn't stop clubbing until the young person got up and ran. Those arrested were those caught in the tangle of police and protesters. Most were escaping, but with bloody heads or tear gas filled lungs.
( Read more... )
[ETA:I Finally found it! I was beginning to think I dreamt watching this movie, actually sort of hoped I'd dreamt watching it.
( The Man Who Saw Tomorrow - a 1981 documentary that in retrospect gives me the creeps. )
( personal crap )
Regarding the election? The year is reminding me more and more of 1968. Spoke with my Dad on the phone tonight - who told me that he had a speaker at his world affairs club recently, this guy was apparently a former member of the UN or something like that. At any rate, the speaker parrelled all the events of 1968 with 2008. In 1968 - General Westmoreland came forward and told the assembly that there was a light at the end of the tunnel in VietNam and it looked like they were going to win, this was about three months before the TeT Defensive (sp?), or that huge bloody massacre that killed thousands of soliders. Same thing is happening now. Also in 1968 - the Democratic National Convention was violatile, they didn't have a clear candidate from the primaries and had to bring out the superdelegates. My father was a precint captain for Eugene McCarthy who was running against Humphrey (Lyndon Johnson's VP) and George McGovern (who my father says was a lot like John Edwards in his campaign strategy and political views). McCarthy brought Bobby Kennedy into the works, but Kennedy got shot shortly after Martin Luthor King or shortly before.
My parents were living in Chicago at the time, in the epi-center of the riots. Over the phone my father told me about a riot that he witnessed in Chicago - it involved three groups of people - protestors, Mayor Daly's cops, and a group of movie goers exiting a nearby theater. He told me that I could read about the riot in a book he wrote and gave me some time ago - Beach Walk - which he self-published on 1stBooks.com. Here's the passage that my father wrote - it's told in third person and from the point of view of a fictional character in the book:
He was three blocks north of the Conrad Hilton Hotel when he heard the massive screams accompanied by the sound of feet pounding the pavement like a dull pulsating drum roll. He watched in horror as the police with nightsticks filed out of the buses and in rows of two, three and four charged straight into the crowd. The confused and mixed mass of protestors surged northward toward Charlie and collided with a part of the crowd that had just left the State Street Theater. The dull rapping of the nightsticks on human heads, the screaming of the innocent moviegoers and the raucous cursing of the police all merged in Charlie's consciousness. He had never seen street violence. Police gone beserk terrified him. He yelled, 'This is America.' at the top of his lungs.
A new wave of the blue-helmeted mob carried riot guns, gas masks and nightsticks. Some carried shotguns. They systematically clubbed their way through the crowd and continued to batter the young people after they had fallen. Many wouldn't stop clubbing until the young person got up and ran. Those arrested were those caught in the tangle of police and protesters. Most were escaping, but with bloody heads or tear gas filled lungs.
( Read more... )
[ETA:I Finally found it! I was beginning to think I dreamt watching this movie, actually sort of hoped I'd dreamt watching it.
( The Man Who Saw Tomorrow - a 1981 documentary that in retrospect gives me the creeps. )
