cannabisnews.com: Hey Man! Groove on This
Hey Man! Groove on This
Posted by CN Staff on August 11, 2002 at 20:05:54 PT
By Joe Briggs
Source: United Press International
Hey, man, can you groove on this? Remember black lights and Lord Buckley at the Suzie Q? Acid rock and rocks of acid? (First acid rock concert? Anybody? Red Dog Saloon, a bar in Virginia City, Nev., that invented the psychedelic light show.) Or the time when a phone phreak could take a whistle toy out of a box of Cap'n Crunch and blow it into the pay phone and make all the free long-distance calls you wanted. It's deep. It's heavy. Are you down with it?
I'm talkin' 'bout the 1960s, man. We're gonna let it all hang out, flick our Acapulco Gold ash onto the flares of our bell bottoms and drop some Alice B. Toklas brownies into the oven. Put on some Joan Baez while you're it, because she IS the first cosmic hippie chick. It's all about ch'i, baby. It's not just the '60s, of course, it's the HIPPIE '60s - and '70s, too, because the encounter groups continued even after Nam closed down, with everybody doing their own thing in their own place and time. Attica! Attica! Excuse me, but I can't help it. I've been reading "The Hippie Dictionary" (Ten Speed Press, 670 pages, $19.95), which you can bet your bippy is a total gas that blew my mind. It's the creation of John Bassett McCleary, a photographer and self-described "aging hippie" who lives in Monterey, Calif., where he spent eight painstaking years documenting the phraseology and enthusiasms of the generation everyone either loves or hates. He's a good hippie, too. He doesn't obey any rules. So it's not exactly a dictionary and not exactly an encyclopedia (although the subtitle is "A Cultural Encyclopedia of the 1960s and 1970s") and he's even invented his own term for it: "Phraseicon." Fifty percent of the entries are not words or topics but phrases like "trip out," "tune in" or "turned on" as well as biographical entries (Abbie Hoffman, Timothy Leary) and cultural events. (Remember the Human Be-In Gathering of the Tribes? McCleary does. It was at the polo fields in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park on Jan. 14, 1967.) McCleary is obviously a true believer, so the book has all the humor and wacked-out philosophy of the era but also deals with its dark side. At one point he interjects how much he agonized over whether to include Charles Manson or not, because Manson is a part of the hippie experience he wishes had never happened, but he goes ahead and does the Manson entry in the interest of being an exhaustive reference work. He also doesn't skimp on drug terminology. Marijuana alone occurs in the form of bhang, ganja, leaf, bud, Maui wowie, Michoacan, alfalfa, boo, bud, cannabis, and about 70 or so more names. There were also many ways in the '60s to PACKAGE your "recreational drugs" - and, come to think of it, I do believe the hippies invented the term recreational drugs. You could get from a bag, to a Z (along with dozens of other names for it.) And, of course, as long as you were stoned, wasted, high, bombed, tripping, nodding or whacked out, any real hippie would need to dance. Can't remember those moves that went out of style every five minutes? Check out McCleary's entries on the Boogaloo, the Breakdown, the Bristol Stomp, the Bump, the Chuckie, the Clam, the Electric Bump, the Funky Broadway, the Frug, the Hitchhike, the Hustle, the Jerk, the L.A. Hustle, the Lock, the Mashed Potato, the Monkey, the New York Hustle, the Philly Dog, the Pony, the Ride-a-Bike, Skanking, the Scooby Doo, the Skate, the Slop, the Swim, the Twist, Walking The Dog and the Watusi. You see why this book is irresistible? H.L. Mencken, a man who would have hated the hippies, would have loved this book. It perfectly catches the fusion of beat generation slang, the lingo of jazz musicians, the blues terminology, the British Invasion terms and the ghetto patter that resulted in a new dialect that most people now don't even recognize - so deeply has it seeped into the whole culture, spoken as often on Wall Street as the Berkeley campus. It makes you think that ultimately the hippie's greatest contribution to America was to reinvigorate the language. Consider just a few of these hippie inventions that we still use in everyday speech: get a grip, get a handle, ain't no great shakes, airhead, all-out, all she wrote, get a load off, do a number, go ape, are you for real?, back at ya', back off, get out, ... well, you get the drift. But thank God there are OTHER hippie terms that didn't survive the '70s. It would be uncool today, for example, to say, "That's just not my bag, man." And although some are still used by the terminally dorky, we can all safely assume they'll be gone soon. "Bummer," for example, or "Chill out," as opposed to the simple "chill." Nor do I see much long-term stock value - except in Austin Powers movies - for crash pad, get down, far out, feed your head, feeling groovy, gimme some skin, go with the flow, get your groove on, lay it on me, let's get it on, let it all hang out, blow my mind, no problemo, outta sight, party down, pig (for a cop), get with the program, radical, rat fink, right on, say wa'!, make the scene, way out, wild!, what it is!, what's going down?, and where it's at. The best thing you can do with "The Hippie Dictionary" is open it to a random page and play Hippie Trivial Pursuit with any geezer long-hairs who happen to be around. Sample questions: When was the beanbag chair invented? (Answer: 1968, by three Italian designers). What's the difference between cybernetics and Dianetics? (Answer: Cybernetics comes from Norbert Wiener's 1948 book "Cybernetics: Control and Communication in the Animal and the Machine." Dianetics is the philosophy behind L. Ron. Hubbard's Scientology movement.) Who said "Don't trust anyone over 30"? (Kind of a trick question. Most people think it was Mario Savio, founder of the Free Speech Movement at Berkeley, but it was actually Jack Weinberg, a Berkeley grad student and CORE member.) McCleary peppers the entries with hippie philosophy, forgotten hippie icons like Baba Ram Dass (the fired Harvard professor who wrote "Be Here Now"), and investigative debunking of cherished hippie mythology. (The "Desiderata," for example, which was widely reproduced on a famous black-light poster, was supposedly found in Old Saint Paul's Church in Baltimore in 1692. It was actually written by an Indiana lawyer named Max Ehrmann in the 1920s.) My favorite entry of them all may be "sports of the hippie era," defined as "sex, psychedelics, dancing and Frisbee." There's a massive number of musical entries, of course, everything from Canned Heat to "Boom Shacka Lacka Lacka" (coined from Ike and Tina Turner's cover of Sly and the Family Stone's "I Want To Take You Higher") to the sitar (18 strings, 20 frets) to Bob Dylan (real name Robert Allen Zimmerman) to "Hullaballoo" (a season and a half) to Funkadelic (formed in Detroit, 1969) to "Mellow Yellow" (Donovan claims he was NOT advocating the smoking of banana peels for a drug high) to "Puff the Magic Dragon" to "Purple Haze" (Hendrix, not Prince) to the first concert at the Fillmore Auditorium (Dec. 10, 1965, with Jefferson Airplane on the bill) to an entry on the Moody Blues that includes this research tip from McCleary: "No study of the hippie era can be complete without listening to at least five of their albums." I was a little disappointed in the entry for the word "hippie" itself, though. McCleary doesn't really nail down the term's origin, aside from it being obviously derived from the beatnik term "hip." Of the many possible theories, he gives most credence to the story that, when beatniks moved to the Haight-Ashbury area of San Francisco in the early 1960s, they were idolized by University of San Francisco students. Since the older beats were known as "hip," they started referring to the young tagalong groupies as "hippies." "Actually, the counterculture seldom called itself hippies," writes McCleary. "It was the media and straight society who popularized the term. Most often, we called ourselves freaks or heads." The sparse etymology for "hippie," though, is more than made up for if you flip over to the T's, where you'll find an entry called "true hippie." McCleary's definition: "A person who lives by the Golden Rule. Someone who believes in allowing others to pray to any god, sleep with any consenting 'adult,' eat, drink or ingest whatever and dance to any music. True hippies are evolutionaries, not revolutionaries; we will convince you with words, not weapons. "We believe passionately in democracy and free enterprise (not capitalism). We will not go to war for peace; we will love the world into it, talk people into it or shame them into it. Some people may think we are a joke; they may think we are naive, or that we are unrealistic, but we have high ideals. Some may think we have ulterior motives, some agenda to make ourselves rich and take over the world, but that is only their value system speaking; we have no other reason for our actions than to see peace, prosperity and love for all. That will be our reward. "We are everywhere, and some day, if the world wises up, it will listen to us. Sept. 11, 2001, would never have happened if people had listened 30 years ago." Is that a wacky work of hippie genius or WHAT? There, in one rambling definition - the hippies were always wordy - you have inner contradiction (starting with a Biblical principle but lower-casing "god"), an assertion of "Footloose" rights ("dance to any music"?), a rhyming catch-phrase ("evolutionaries not revolutionaries"), a political slogan ("words not weapons"), an incomprehensible economic theory (free enterprise but NOT capitalism), a restatement of "love is the answer," paranoia ("Some people may think we have ulterior motives"), delusions of grandeur (implying that the hippie COULD take over the world if he wanted to), the put-down of "value systems," utopian idealism (peace, prosperity and love for all), topical politics (Sept. 11), and the idea that all wars would end if everyone would just get in touch with their inner hippie bliss. In other words, it's all over the lot - like everything in hippie land. Such superb ramblings are sprinkled throughout this voluminous work, including McCleary's opinion as to who the REAL hippies are. You'll never guess what biographical entry has a place for McCleary's highest encomium (and I quote): "With his music and his attitude, he exemplifies what the true hippie should be." He speaks not of Bob Dylan, nor of Jim Morrison, nor of John Lennon, but of my fellow Texan Willie Nelson. Who knew? And then a few pages later he reveals that Pop Tarts were introduced into the hippie diet in 1964. As Zippy the Pinhead would say, "Are we having fun yet?" Yes, we are. Keep the faith, baby. Source: United Press InternationalAuthor: Joe Bob BriggsPublished: July 23, 2002Copyright 2002 United Press InternationalWebsite: http://www.upi.com/ Contact: http://www.upi.com/about/contact.cfmRelated Articles:Toking a Trip Around The World http://cannabisnews.com/news/thread13702.shtmlChong Still Revels in Counterculture Ways http://cannabisnews.com/news/thread13627.shtml
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Comment #48 posted by Industrial Strength on August 12, 2002 at 14:28:39 PT
modern day classic
Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone, and make it on my own
I still got love for you, but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, but you grow up in a wayI think you misunderstood me the first time..
Listen - that was my hurt in my heart talkin, along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth cause of you the person
Moms nursin self-esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time I promise I minused my years
to the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay
Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless, and I'm of your breath
I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, your results I'm a mess
And dad, still I love you no less dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just disappointed - we wasted years
I swear to God, may you take me away from here
If you taught me anything
The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the soul without you?
Family pictures pose without you - WHY?! ..
Why shouldn't I be mad?
Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
Nigga you did me wrong but the love is strong, let's move on
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Comment #47 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 14:12:16 PT
...here's another classic!...
"Papa Was A Rollin' Stone"It was the third of September, that day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him, never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said sonPapa was a rollin' stone, wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, oh
Papa was a rollin' stone, (my son yeah) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, well wellHey mama, is it true what they say that papa never worked a day in his life
And mama, some bad talk goin' around town sayin' that papa had three outside children
And another wife... and that ain't right
Heard some talk about papa doin' some store front preachin'
Talkin' about savin' souls and all the time leechin', dealin' in dirt
And stealin' in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head and saidPapa was a rollin' stone, (my son) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Hey, papa was a rollin' stone, (dadgummit) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, oohHey mama, I heard papa call himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave?
Folks say papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills
Hey mama, folks say papa never was much on thinkin'
Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said sonPapa was a rollin' stone, (well, well, well, well) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, alone, alone, alone, alone
Papa was a rollin' stone, (uh huh) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, I saidPapa was a rollin' stone, (yes he was now) wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone.
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Comment #46 posted by Industrial Strength on August 12, 2002 at 14:03:14 PT
I really
like that song. His voice is great.
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Comment #45 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 14:01:17 PT
...dig this...
Pusherman
(Curtis Mayfield) I'm your mama, I'm your daddy,
I'm that nigga in the alley.
I'm your doctor when in need.
Want some coke? Have some weed.
You know me, I'm your friend,
Your main boy, thick and thin.
I'm your pusherman. Ain't I clean, bad machine
Super cool, super mean
Dealin' good, for The Man.
Superfly, here I stand.
Secret stash, heavy bread,
Baddest bitches in the bed,
I'm your pusherman Silent life of crime
A man of odd circumstance,
A victim of ghetto demands.
Feed me money for style
And I'll let you trip for a while.
Insecure from the past,
How long can a good thing last?
No, no, no Got to be mellow, y'all
Got to get mellow, now
Pusherman gettin' mellow, y'all Heavy mind, every sign
Makin' money all the time
My 'E ID', and just me
For all junkies to see
Ghetto Prince is my thing
Makin' love's how I swing
I'm your pusherman Two bags, please
For a generous fee
Make your world what you want it to be
Got a woman I love desperately
Wanna give her somethin' better than me
Been told I can't be nuthin' else
Just a hustler in spite of myself
I know I can break it
This life just don't make it
Lord, Lord, yeah Got to get mellow, now
Gotta be mellow, y'all
Got to get mellow, now I'm your mama, I'm your daddy,
I'm that nigga in the alley.
I'm your doctor when in need.
Want some coke? Have some weed.
You know me, I'm your friend,
Your main boy, thick and thin.
I'm your pusherman.
I'm your pusherman.
I'm your pusherman.
I'm your pusherman.
Lord, Lord
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Comment #44 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 13:40:28 PT
hippy chicks
were cool as long as they weren't space cadets or airheads. The cheerleaders were foxey but they were stuck up and hung out with the jocks. LOL....I'd like a copy of that disclaimer.
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Comment #43 posted by FoM on August 12, 2002 at 13:29:24 PT
One more
A Hippy Chick
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Comment #42 posted by FoM on August 12, 2002 at 13:26:59 PT
Oh Dear
Here's one that if my husband called me that now I'd bop him in the nose! LOL!Hey meet my old lady! LOL!
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Comment #41 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 12:32:32 PT
alongside "peace, man".....is,
"All you need is love" love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,love is all you need,............................
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Comment #40 posted by Hope on August 12, 2002 at 12:17:52 PT
My all time favorite
PEACE, man!
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Comment #39 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 12:00:16 PT
and also......
POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!......right on!.....J.Lennon
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Comment #38 posted by FoM on August 12, 2002 at 11:53:56 PT
One More
What we we do without Flower Power!
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Comment #37 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 11:43:14 PT
Maynard G.Kreb's guide to Beat Speak
For all you jive apple put ons, you don't need to be square!
Turn on and dig these words baby... They're the most!
Guide to Beat Speak
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Comment #36 posted by Zero_G on August 12, 2002 at 11:27:26 PT
"dude"
Had supposedly fallen out of use, (according to a, perhaps faulty, memory, of a review in Rolling Stone) until Dylan used it in..."Winterludethis dudethinks your fine"
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Comment #35 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 11:24:21 PT
too much caffine
I meant to type dobie (with one o)here's another link (for Maynard)
hope it fits
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Comment #34 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 11:04:50 PT
Pat Boone musical?
How uncool is that? Here's a quote from Dobie Gillis..“My name is Dobie Gillis, and I like girls. What am I saying? I love girls! Love ‘em! Beautiful, gorgeous, soft, round, creamy girls. Now, I'm not a wolf, mind you. No, you see a wolf wants lots of girls, but me? Well, I just want one. One beautiful, gorgeous, soft, round, creamy girl for my very own. That's all I want! One lousy girl!" ......then there was Maynard G. Krebs......WAY COOL!
Dobie (with one B)
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Comment #33 posted by FoM on August 12, 2002 at 11:01:50 PT
psychodelic
Now that's down right psychodelic.
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Comment #32 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 10:51:12 PT
..aint no great shakes..
..it's probably from some old Pat Boone musical,,or spoken by Dobie Gillis!
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Comment #31 posted by Hope on August 12, 2002 at 10:50:17 PT
Don't forget
"Beautiful!"
Remember when you had to try hard to not say that? I did anyway. It was lovely, overused expletive that just had to be given up. I think Boby Dylan put it down in the seventies with The Basement Tapes and therefore put a damper on it's use. That's power, man!I taught my grandchildren early on that something good was "cool". They use the word naturally and still do.Cool. By the way, "All she wrote" was common way before the sixties. I always figured it had something to do with the war venacular and Dear John letters.
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Comment #30 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 10:42:24 PT
what's shaken'?
Never heard "ain't no great shakes" out on left coast either. "Really cool" has been around as long as I can remember...Like really cool ride(car)...or she's a really cool chick. Or better yet she's a really hot fox. And you could be really hot and really cool at the same time...go figure.
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Comment #29 posted by dddd on August 12, 2002 at 10:38:23 PT
..thank you John Tyler
.."aint no great shakes".....west ,,east,,north ,,south,,,has anyone heard or used this before?...dddd
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Comment #28 posted by FoM on August 12, 2002 at 10:26:11 PT
Really Cool
When I was teaching children how to ride a horse a number of years ago I often said now that's really cool and they laughed and said they never heard that before but it wasn't long until they were using that's really cool!
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Comment #27 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 10:24:26 PT
how unhip
I mean I can dig it....can you?
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Comment #26 posted by canaman on August 12, 2002 at 10:22:09 PT
Faaaaaaar Out!!!
I can did it....I mean I'm hep. I'm stoked if you surfers catch my drift. I'd like to hang but I gotta split. Keep the faith ...peace
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Comment #25 posted by John Tyler on August 12, 2002 at 10:22:03 PT
East Coast
I'm from the East Coast and I have never hear anyone say, "aint no great shakes".
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Comment #24 posted by Industrial Strength on August 12, 2002 at 09:27:24 PT
the best slang
is given life by Kieth David in Platoon. "35 and a wakeup, a pause for the cause, and I'm a gone motherfucker!" There's a whole lot of memorable nuggets.
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Comment #23 posted by Zero_G on August 12, 2002 at 09:21:52 PT
you had to be there...
Words such as "groovy", "like, wow man", and "outasite" once peppered my language liberally, and I suppose still slip out, when I'm tired or, dare I say, "stoned", "high"; you get the idea.And what was hep before, became hip to us, and (no causal inference suggested or dismissed) hip-hop to some of those who've followed.It seems every generation wants to establish it's own "hip" lexicon.This seems to me to be strikingly different than the "double-speak" of Orwell, or the PC niceness that R-Earing describes.Before Reagan we already had such euphemisms in place. How many Viet Cong soldiers do you think were named Charley? Or Germans, Jerry for that matter? Think "Low-Intensity Combat" was any less lethal for those involved?
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Comment #22 posted by dddd on August 12, 2002 at 09:15:49 PT
..Right On Indy....
......you are quite a hep cat......there's no real"rift",between Hippies no matter where they live...any petty issues involving trivial semantics are recognized for what they are,,,trivial......When old Hippies get together,,they usually like to tell stories about nice things like good weed,,maudlin tales of the old days...heavy concerts and acid trips...getting busted.....most Hippies avoid "rifts",,,but I have witnessed heated debates between proud,cocky Hippies from opposite coasts,or even north and south,,(Seattle/SanFran/LA),,as to where the real heavy shit actually happened,or originated.....it's easier to breed Pandas,than to breed Hippies!..especially in captivity!....dddd
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Comment #21 posted by Industrial Strength on August 12, 2002 at 08:46:40 PT
East Coast
I didn't realize there was a rift between East coast hippies and West coast hippies, is it like hip hop?This cat (a term I like) is grossly unhip, like cubic, man. I don't think young people have any right to act like hippies. Even they don't have any idea. You can extract alot of levels from the pay per view hippyness joke.I really hate the idea of a "hippy dictionary". It seems to plastic, so noxious, so patrionizing, the bible for phonies. I really can't see the humour in it. This guy seems like a real hack.
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Comment #20 posted by R-Earing on August 12, 2002 at 07:58:15 PT:
Grok that language?
Ok, just my two cents. Without hippydom and it's sloganeering(evolutionary not revolutionary) we would never have experienced "political correctness" in all its early eighties flavors.The hippies had scored their first management jobs,but the "official preppy handbook" had yet to come out.In this juncture of time, a new language was invented "PC". The hippies sensitivity was turned to face the challenges of their new mid-level jobs.The newly minted social workers couldn't very well call his clients derogatory names-so the "hyphen American" was born.This was a nice step up from the time tested slurs,but as usual,pop culture led to overkill.Once language became nice-ified through the hippies inate sensitivity,it was co-opted by the "Man".Think of Reagans' "surgical strike","smart bomb",etc.
Now we have lost the vestigial hippie niceness and the PC language is almost always used as euphemisms for some really bad things.When Sunbeam Moonchild and Leaf Hairband were sitting around the commune smoking truly bad schwag and thinking up language,the last thing on their mind was that it would be used by some weasly little suit in Washington to describe the latest atrocity in "happy talk"(tm).
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Comment #19 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 07:39:49 PT
joke alert light
..I need a joke alert floodlight,,with a joke warning foghorn!
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Comment #18 posted by BGreen on August 12, 2002 at 07:14:20 PT
There have been a lot of misunderstandings
and feelings have been hurt by things said in jest.The disclaimer is kind of like a "joke alert" light my wife suggests I wear.I love to laugh.DISCLAIMER: The preceding statement was presented as a joke, solely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to an actual person or persons was unintentional, and no offense was meant to anyone. No animals were harmed during the creation or the presentation of this comedic work.
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Comment #17 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 07:01:57 PT
...BGreen...
...your disclaimer is outstanding!.I hope you dont mind,(I'm willing to pay royalties),,but from now on,,all things written by me are covered by the BGreen disclaimer!
..ever been to Twitty City,,or Dollywood?
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Comment #16 posted by Ethan Russo MD on August 12, 2002 at 06:32:03 PT:
Roots
A lot of the hippie/freak jargon was borrowed from jazz age vipers (heads). Check out Cab Calloway, or others of that era on the disk, When Hemp was Hip, and others, or in Mezz Mezzrow's book, Really the Blues.
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Comment #15 posted by BGreen on August 12, 2002 at 05:01:11 PT
Thanks, pppp, but I live close enough to Branson
Missouri to see some real live dinosaurs.Andy Williams, Wayne Newton, Tony Orlando, Mel Tillis, et al..DISCLAIMER: The preceding statement was presented as a joke, solely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to an actual person or persons was unintentional, and no offense was meant to anyone. No animals were harmed during the creation or the presentation of this comedic work.
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Comment #14 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 04:28:37 PT
...Absolutely Awesome BGreen!.....
...I always thought you were a heavy cat....now I know for sure.......You will love Cabazon!
...to claim your prize,,,simply post your name,,address ,,fone #,,and credit card number here,,and I will start saving up enough to get you on a bus or train that serves the Cabazon area!....PS...thanx for the Joe Bob link...he's not as bad of a turkey as I had assumed...
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Comment #13 posted by BGreen on August 12, 2002 at 03:36:31 PT
Brown Shoes Don't Make It
Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention album, Absolutely Free.
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Comment #12 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 03:13:04 PT
..Nightcapper challenge!...
..."..time to go home....Madge is on the phone.."...
..name that band!...(hint:....It was on a phonograph record...The Verve label.....major artist..early album recorded between 65,and 75.)
..winner recieves all expense paid trip on a bus,or a train,to Cabazon California to see cool giant fake dinosoar replica..Meals are included at nearby AM-PM mini mart...lodging is also included with sleeping bag out on the desert floor...
..good luck
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Comment #11 posted by dddd on August 12, 2002 at 02:40:27 PT
...Doh!...
..that should have read,,'"9/12/01"......ddddoh!
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Comment #10 posted by dddd on August 12, 2002 at 02:18:30 PT
....uh-oh!...
...Batten down the fuckin' hatches California!!!!!I just saw a rebroadcast of the local network news here in LA,,,
..here's what the "news" report said..(not an exact quote)......" exactly one month before the anniversary of the terrorist attack on America,the office of homeland security has recieved an anonamous threat from Al-quaeda, claiming that the GoldenGate bridge will be bombed by aircraft..."..(I aint jokin' folks!)...so
..here's my question;;...how many of the Sheeple,who watch the "news",,are actually convinced that this absurd bit of ridiculous "news" propaganda,,is a serious report that should cause concern?.....
...what?...are we to believe that some al-quada guy made an anonamous call from a phone booth in Nashville,or Pacoima,,and it was somehow credible to the point were it was worthy of a national news release?,,,or maybe they finally tortured the shit out of some poor bastard who has been in that twilite zone empire prison in Cuba since 9/12/02,,,and he finally cut loose with the info about the 8/11 San Francisco plan,after they hooked up a fuckin' tesla coil to his nuts!!!!?......Who knows?........I dont....dddd
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Comment #9 posted by pppp on August 12, 2002 at 01:35:37 PT
..itz true BGreen...
...our youthful coloquialisms(*),,are things that have a special meaning for us,,,ya know what I'm sayin'....it's like ,,,ya know what I'm sayin'....only that generation,,can understand...ya know what I'm sayin'',,,why we say the stuff we say,,ya know what I'm sayin',,,and what it means.......that is,,if,,ya know what I'm sayin'.....(?)
..(*)..misspelled(?),,,,and probably mis-used...I'm a dimestore intellectual.......ya know what I'm sayin'
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Comment #8 posted by BGreen on August 12, 2002 at 01:31:47 PT
Joe Bob Briggs is a comedian
Joe Bob Briggs used to be on TV hosting bad "B" movies, and he has his own website. He's been really funny some of the times I've seen him.
The Joe Bob Report
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Comment #7 posted by BGreen on August 12, 2002 at 01:23:38 PT
Don't we hang onto the vernacular of our youth?
I'm a jazz artist, so I refer to people as "cat," as in "That Cat can blow." If something is far out, then I'm much more likely to say "far out" than "wicked," (which I really hate.) Let's look at "grody to the max," "fersure," "gnarley," or "I mean, ohmagod ." It's like, you know, bitchin' to be such a, like, you know, really, really, really, really, really totally awesome speaker, like, you know?DISCLAIMER: The preceding statement was presented as a joke, solely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to an actual person or persons was unintentional, and no offense was meant to anyone. No animals were harmed during the creation or the presentation of this comedic work.
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Comment #6 posted by dddd on August 12, 2002 at 01:04:40 PT
...I'm not sure....
...nope.....I am happy that Joe Bob decided to research the book,,and get this article published,,,,I doubt Joe Bob was born before 1970!.........I consider myself a semi-retired professional Hippie!....Dankhank is right,,,"pig",is indeed still relevant,,and so is "bummer"!....
"Consider just a few of these hippie inventions that we still use in everyday speech: get a grip, get a handle, ain't no
great shakes, airhead, all-out, all she wrote, get a load off, do a number, go ape, are you for real?, back at ya', back off,
get out, ... well, you get the drift. But thank God there are OTHER hippie terms that didn't survive the '70s. It would be uncool today, for example, to
say, "That's just not my bag, man." And although some are still used by the terminally dorky, we can all safely assume
they'll be gone soon. "Bummer," for example, or "Chill out," as opposed to the simple "chill."
.....this proves that Joe Bob is sort of a turkey,who wishes he knew more about Hippies....""....ain't no
great shakes, airhead, all-out, all she wrote..."........"aint no great shakes"????...In all my years as a practicing proffessional Hippie,,I have never heard the "aint no great shakes" thing....Is it an East Coast term or something?...
......Hippies are kinda like an undiscovered,or not yet recognized national treasure!.....Hippies will soon be extinct!....One cannot become a Hippie by reading some books,,or taking classes at the local community college..
...I dare anyone to deny that the Beatnik/Hippie era was a turning point that left an indelible mark on society,and history!!!!.....
...I think maybe I should start teaching Hippie classes!....For those who were lucky enough to be accepted as a student ,,, I would charge $5000.00 dollars ,,and the class would take a month... first ,,the aspiring Hippies would have to spend two weeks in the desert,,living hand to mouth,as a tribe...under the direction of a Shaman..... after that,,the remaining students would be required to attend re-creations of concerts,,,perhaps I would go over budget here,because I'd have to create realistic imatations of the Fillmore,,,Altamont...Woodstock,,The Troubador,,,Whisky a go-go..Leeds Auditorium,,Isle of Wight..Newport,,and on and on...the light shows,,,black light posters..and the parties that went along with all this.......I guess I might have to charge $20.000 per person for my Hippie training seminar......... gosh....I guess I was right to begin with...There is no way that anyone can really understand what it means to be a Hippie,,unless you were there!..it would be easier to teach someone to be a Ninja,,or a successful yodeler!.......dddd
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Comment #5 posted by BGreen on August 11, 2002 at 23:18:30 PT
I kept thinking I saw something
I finally saw a fast streak of light, but most of what I saw were brief flashes of light. Even the long streak I saw was much quicker than most meteor showers I've seen.
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Comment #4 posted by Dankhank on August 11, 2002 at 22:54:33 PT:
Meteors
my birthday in three days ...the Perseids are for me ...:-)
Hemp N Stuff ...
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Comment #3 posted by FoM on August 11, 2002 at 21:29:28 PT
Lehder
I look outside and no stars. It has been so hot it gets hazy. I have to wait until it gets cooler and then I can see the stars real well out here. Thanks for mentioning it though.
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Comment #2 posted by Lehder on August 11, 2002 at 21:08:50 PT
Perseids
Tonight, now. Don't miss them.Have you noticed the sky? Really, people would do well to look upward. Will the sky tell me why we need a drug war? I would be unsurprised today by instruction that the sky is a trifle, a childish story, even a falsehood.http://SkyandTelescope.com/observing/objects/meteors/article_649_1.aspGroove on these, dickhead.
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Comment #1 posted by Dankhank on August 11, 2002 at 20:31:46 PT:
No?
I still think "Pig" is a useful term ...
Hemp N Stuff ...
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