WOODSTOCK MUSIC and ART FAIR
SATURDAY
AUGUST 16, 1969
10:00 A.M.
One Admission Only
03:48 Hrs. Budze sie. Siusiu + lyk wody + bol glowy. Rzucam sie z prawa na lewo. Nie moge spac.
05:14 Hrs. Budzi mnie bol w prawej stopie. Kurcz. Siusiu + lyk wody.
07:08 Hrs. Budzi mnie bol w lewej lydce. Kurcz. Siusiu + lyk wody.
"Dziadek walczyl z "hanysami" (czyli Slazakami) ramie w ramie, o jedna polska sprawe" - RYSZARD CZARNECKI ("Dziadek - "gorol" i "hanysy" czyli 90 lat temu" - http://www.ryszardczarnecki.pl/pl/?page=blog_tresc&id=1937).
03:48 Hrs. Budze sie. Siusiu + lyk wody + bol glowy. Rzucam sie z prawa na lewo. Nie moge spac.
05:14 Hrs. Budzi mnie bol w prawej stopie. Kurcz. Siusiu + lyk wody.
07:08 Hrs. Budzi mnie bol w lewej lydce. Kurcz. Siusiu + lyk wody.
"Dziadek walczyl z "hanysami" (czyli Slazakami) ramie w ramie, o jedna polska sprawe" - RYSZARD CZARNECKI ("Dziadek - "gorol" i "hanysy" czyli 90 lat temu" - http://www.ryszardczarnecki.pl/pl/?page=blog_tresc&id=1937).
Tadeusz Gajl w "Herby Szlacheckie Rzeczypospolitej Obojga Nrodow", zacne szlacheckie rodziny CZARNECKI przypisuje do klanow: Lewliwa, Lis, Lodzia, Pobog, Prus I, III, Tepa podkowa, Czarnecki.
09:20 Hrs. Lektura tronowa. "Wprost" (www.wprost.pl).
Blog http://www.beppegrillo.it/ nalezy do najczesciej odwiedzanych na swiecie. Opracowany na blogu projekt ustawy zabraniajacej wybierania do parlamentu osob skazanych prawomocnym wyrokiem zebral 350 tys. podpisow. Dokument ten, regularnie podsuwany przewodniczacemu Senatu, nigdy jednak nie stal sie przedmiotem obrad parlamentarzystow. Jak mowi premier Berlusconi, trudno oczekiwac, zeby indyki poparly pomysl przyspieszenia Bozego Narodzenia. Prawdziwym powolaniem Grilla jest jednak bycie prorokiem wolajacym na puszczy, przyjemnosc sprawia mu mowienie zle o wszystkich, od papieza po Miedzynarodowy Fundusz Walutowy, od producentow armat po wytworcow lodow, od wielkich trucicieli srodowiska po wielkich statystow. Nie wierzy w NATO ani w Unie Europejska. "Gleboko nienawidze Europy. Poniewaz dwadziescia osob decyduje o losie czterystu milionow" - oswiadczyl w telewizyjnym "przemowieniu do ludzkosci" w noc sylwestrowa 1998 r. (Piero Palumbo, "Grillowanie polityki", WPROST, 26 lipca 2009).
10:10 Hrs. Wskakuje na wage APSCO. 81 kg.
09:20 Hrs. Lektura tronowa. "Wprost" (www.wprost.pl).
Blog http://www.beppegrillo.it/ nalezy do najczesciej odwiedzanych na swiecie. Opracowany na blogu projekt ustawy zabraniajacej wybierania do parlamentu osob skazanych prawomocnym wyrokiem zebral 350 tys. podpisow. Dokument ten, regularnie podsuwany przewodniczacemu Senatu, nigdy jednak nie stal sie przedmiotem obrad parlamentarzystow. Jak mowi premier Berlusconi, trudno oczekiwac, zeby indyki poparly pomysl przyspieszenia Bozego Narodzenia. Prawdziwym powolaniem Grilla jest jednak bycie prorokiem wolajacym na puszczy, przyjemnosc sprawia mu mowienie zle o wszystkich, od papieza po Miedzynarodowy Fundusz Walutowy, od producentow armat po wytworcow lodow, od wielkich trucicieli srodowiska po wielkich statystow. Nie wierzy w NATO ani w Unie Europejska. "Gleboko nienawidze Europy. Poniewaz dwadziescia osob decyduje o losie czterystu milionow" - oswiadczyl w telewizyjnym "przemowieniu do ludzkosci" w noc sylwestrowa 1998 r. (Piero Palumbo, "Grillowanie polityki", WPROST, 26 lipca 2009).
10:10 Hrs. Wskakuje na wage APSCO. 81 kg.
11:30 Hrs. Z werandy podnosze "Sunday Sun" (www.torontosun.com) z "We're havin' a heat wave. And T.O.'s finally enjoying some fun in the sun" na okladce. Na dworze slonecznie. 27-stopniowo. Odczuwalne 34C. Temp. w kuchni 25.8C.
12:42 Hrs. Odpalam maszyne. Jade na zakupy. Spiew ptakow + pajeczyna na glowie. Wlaczam klimatyzacje.
13:58 Hrs. W domu.
15:19 Hrs. Wychodze z domu do Isabel. Slonecznie. 28-stopniowo. Ubrany w krotkie jasne spodenki + koszulke bezrekawowa czarnego koloru z napisem CHAPS RALPH LAUREN na piersi + wizerunek flagi amerykanskiej w centrum. Lekki powiew wiatru od parku. Petro-Canada na rogu ulicy bierze za litr paliwa $0.96.7.
15:25 Hrs. W wagoniku metra. 23 osoby + Tajemnice chwalebne.
15:50 Hrs. W tramwaju 505. 16 osob.
15:56 Hrs. W szpitalu.
21:38 Hrs. Wychodze ze szpitala. Cieplo + duszno + spiew skrzatow. Duzo czasu dzis spedzilem z Isabel na zewnatrz. W parku. Bylo wysadzanie w ubikacji, zmiana pieluch, ubieranie i przebieranie. Karmilem ja arbuzem + podawalem soczki COMPAL produkcji portugalskiej. Dalej zolta.
21:44 Hrs. W tramwaju 504.
21:49 Hrs. W wagoniku metra. Ponad 30 osob.
Japanese opposition leader and chancellor candidate Ichiro Ozawa said in 2003: "We have plenty of plutonium in our nuclear power plants, so it is possible for us to produce 3,000 to 4,000 nuclear warheads" ("Worldwatch", THE PHILADELPHIA TRUMPET, July 2009 - www.thetrumpet.com).
22:13 Hrs. W domu. Na dworze 25-stopniowo. Odczuwalne 33C. Lekko spocony. Temp. w kuchni 26.6C.
23:40 Hrs. Zaczynam pranie.
WEEKENDOWY OKLADKOWIEC
CZYLI GAZETA I GONIEC
"Gazeta" (14 - 16 sierpnia 2009 - www.gazetagazeta.com).
* Premier Harper o koncu recesji.
* Nieuzbrojone helikoptery przybyly na odsiecz.
* Protest pielegniarek z calej Polski.
* Ukrainska odpowiedz na bezczelnosc Rosji.
* Autostrada A4 polaczyla Polske z Niemcami.
Trzy fotografie: (1) Premier odpowaida na pytania dziennikarzy; (2) Kapitan Daniel Ambrozinski; (3) Do Radomia przyjechaly pielegniarki z roznych stron Polski.
"Goniec" (14-20 August 2009 - www.goniec.net).
* Pieszo z krzyzem do Midland.
* Wielkie Maryjne swieto.
* Koniec "wielkiej afery".
* Polski noz w Bolszewie.
Jedna fotografia: Grupa uczestniczek XVII Pielgrzymki Pieszej do Midland przed wyruszeniem w droge.
WOODSTOCK, 40 YEARS LATER
Peace, love and narcissism
No nostalgia for muddy '60s
BY CHARLES LEWIS
My chance to be part of history came out of the blue on a hot August day in 1969. I was 18 years old, working as a "runner" at a Wall Street brokerage firm for the summer, trying to earn extra money for school that fall. My job was to deliver stocks, bonds and contracts to other brokerage offices. You were expected to wear crisp slacks, a white shirt and a tie. If you did not wear a tie you were yelled at by Mr. DeMarco, the office manager. If your hair was long enough to touch the back of your shirt collar, you were told to get a haircut.There were a few rebels at the firm who smoked pot on the weekend and said things like "right on" and "dig it" and would make fun of the straight people in the office - in other words, the other 98% of staff.
One of these guys told me he and a few friends were going to this music festival in upstate New York that weekend and I should come along. I said I would get back to him. When I tell this story today, most people are amazed I did not immediately say yes. They don't understand I was not living in the 1960s they imagine.
In 1969 I had just finished my first year at St. John's University, a conservative Catholic school. The only anti-war demonstration I can recall was held by the small contingent of hippies who hung out at the same table in the cafeteria every day. They actually looked like the same hippies who were often the focus of earnest articles in Life and Time. The demonstrators were routed by three times their number who supported the war. This was unusual place to go to school in the 1960s. but I took some pride in the fact it really was different from the surrounding "counterculture."
Many of the rituals we practised were more reminiscent of the '50s than the '60s of popular history: Friday nights were for going out with your friends, hitting the bars, dancing with women you did not know. Saturday nights were for girlfriends. That was the night you put on a jacket and tie, maybe a dab of Old Spice, and set sail into the night.
Many of my friends' fathers were police officers and so I had no problem with authority. I subscribed to the notion that if you were in trouble, it was smarter to yell for a policeman than for a hippie.
That night, after my invitation to Woodstock, I watched the news with my parents and there were already reports of traffic snarls and other issues arising from so many people descending on a small town in rural New York state. The police made a special appeal for people to stay away.
That was enough for me. I vaguely remember watching Woodstock unfold on the television news. Everyone was astounded by the peacefulness of the crowd and the number of great musicians who showed up. But I do not remember feeling regret of envy. Besides, it rained a lot and I had no interest in sitting in the rain and mud.
( I did take note of the amount of sex that was apparently going on, but realistically, I knew the Earth Mother types who seemed to make up the female contingent at Woodstock would have treated me with suspicion or even loathing - a situation that persists to this day.)
A few weeks later, I was back at St. John's. I remember being in the cafeteria when I heard two guys get into a screaming match. These people must have mistakenly ended up on the wrong campus. Both had long hair, sideburns and walrus mustaches. One was calling the other a liar:
"You weren't at Woodstock, man. I was there, man, but there's no way you were there!" Given there were 500,000 in attendance, I'm not sure how he could be so certain.
The other guy yelled back: "Bulls--t. I was f---ing there. Don't f---ing say I wasn't there because I was, man." I remember thinking, "Who gives a crap if you were there or not?"
All of a sudden people that fall were wearing Woodstock T-shirts and talking about how it had changed everything. Despite the fact men had landed on the Moon that year, the war in Vietnam was taking the lives of hundreds of American boys each week, there were civil rights riots in the cities, this singular event began to eclipse everything else - even to the extent that people would lie about being there.
