Контент 18+ Having altered my geographical location for about the 100th time in my life (Moscow was the best among all ports of call), I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about the nature of “change” itself. Some of it is inevitable of course: the trumpets of spring when all the king’s men ride out upon their warhorses, the rich and multi-various orchestra of summer among shadows of … Read the rest
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Going to Meet the Man (The 1960’s – 2nd part)
Second part. First part is here.
On 28 August, 1963, I came home from somewhere one mid-afternoon. The new school year hadn't started, so the early part of the day remains a blank. Except that I was in Charleston, West Virginia, and we lived in a big ramshackle white house at the end of a dead-end street way up in the hills.
When I walked through the door, our … Read the rest
Hair (The 1960’s – 3rd part)
Third part. The second part is here. First part is here.
In the spring of 1968, a 'counter-culture' rock musical hit the Broadway stage. It was called "Hair" and was a celebration of the bohemian live-style and anti-war idealism of a generation of young Americans known as "Hippies." Along with the famous gathering on a spread of farmland in New York state which has come down to us as 'Woodstock', … Read the rest
Sex, music and something more
Fourth part. Please read the first part, second part and third part using links. Attention! 16+ content.
Apart from the Civil Rights Movement and the Viet Nam War, the American '60s are best remembered for the music, the drugs, and the changing attitudes toward sex. I say 'changing attitudes' rather than simply 'changes in sexual behavior' because I am not sure that long before the '60s people were not indulging … Read the rest
Russian Karenina: some thoughts about Russian women (What do you think of Russian women?) – Part 2
This is part two. Read part one here.
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It is one thing to describe the desirable physical attributes of women (Russian or otherwise), and quite another to talk about their character. Again, it seems…somehow…an invasion of privacy, and one risks making a fool of oneself. At best it is like tasting some exotic new soup which you can't say immediately if you like it or not; at worst … Read the rest
