Flower Power!
May 6th, 2007 10:08 amOh, I'm on quite the posting roll, I am... *is pleased*. Of course, it's mostly spammage, but it's colorful, fun spammage! Gacked from
starwatcher307 and
snailbones:
I'm a cinnamon girl! Ooh, that just automatically set up a craving for cinnamon toast -- I used to love eating that. I remember eating stacks of it at my girlfriend's house in my teens, while we played cribbage together, or poker with her family. Real poker, where the dealer called the game, not this newfangled Texas Hold'Em that's all the rage...
I also remember 1977 -- the heart of my hippie days -- painting flowers and vines on faces at some kind of festival in Isla Vista (the site of the bank-burning in 1970, during the war protest years). The same girlfriend and I, and her boyfriend, had driven up to I.V. in 1970 to try to get in on the action (we were just sophomores in high school then and it seemed like a cool idea), but got turned back at the gate to UCSB and couldn't get through. I moved there after I graduated in 1972, when it was a sleepy hippie village, and lived there for six years. Looking back, it was idyllic -- hippies, street people, festivals, jugglers, and okay, mimes too (guess it wasn't entirely perfect!). I learned entirely too much about the drug scene, but I also learned about food co-ops and brown rice and herbs and tarot cards and belly dancing, and sundry other things that make me who I am today.
All that brought on by the hippie chick's flower on her face! Funny.
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I'm a cinnamon girl! Ooh, that just automatically set up a craving for cinnamon toast -- I used to love eating that. I remember eating stacks of it at my girlfriend's house in my teens, while we played cribbage together, or poker with her family. Real poker, where the dealer called the game, not this newfangled Texas Hold'Em that's all the rage...
I also remember 1977 -- the heart of my hippie days -- painting flowers and vines on faces at some kind of festival in Isla Vista (the site of the bank-burning in 1970, during the war protest years). The same girlfriend and I, and her boyfriend, had driven up to I.V. in 1970 to try to get in on the action (we were just sophomores in high school then and it seemed like a cool idea), but got turned back at the gate to UCSB and couldn't get through. I moved there after I graduated in 1972, when it was a sleepy hippie village, and lived there for six years. Looking back, it was idyllic -- hippies, street people, festivals, jugglers, and okay, mimes too (guess it wasn't entirely perfect!). I learned entirely too much about the drug scene, but I also learned about food co-ops and brown rice and herbs and tarot cards and belly dancing, and sundry other things that make me who I am today.
All that brought on by the hippie chick's flower on her face! Funny.

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Date: May 10th, 2007 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: May 10th, 2007 10:42 pm (UTC)Sorry for hijacking ur thread! :D