Group consciousness in action? In the weeks after so many of us got back together for May's Che Games at the Casbah (and the lovely Graveyard Park picnic that followed), I was struck by the number of references to Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" dropped by attendees.
Never mind its post-"Trainspotting" ubiquity: "Perfect Day" remains a haunting paean to love and loss, as the narrator muses about a perfect day with a companion who made him feel like "someone else ... Someone good."
It's also makes me think about the "perfect days" of our youth ... And days that approach perfection now.
In 1988, I finally got serious about a higher education. I previously tried college at SDSU in 1980/81 but it interfered with my social life and record-buying fund, so I dropped out. (I hated SDSU anyway.) But in 1988 I packed up the 1967 VW van, and me and my girlfriend Michelle headed off for Humboldt State University, after a fine summer living in the van and beach-combing up the California coast.