I taste the revolution

No extensive meditations on everyday life today, unfortunately. Maura and I had to make a suicide run down I-93 South past the Exit 14 frontier to attend the wedding of an old college pal of ours. It was a pretty classy affair, all said, and very interesting to witness how our friend and his lady managed to throw a big wedding without succumbing to the typical nuptial inflationary spiral.

I spent most of the time thinking about how odd it is that I've known my circle of college friends for almost seventeen years now, and that the space of time between 1988 and 1990 feels infinitely greater than the stretch between 1990 and 2007. Shit, 1995 feels like it happened yesterday.

I also managed to win our table's very beautiful and fragrant floral centerpiece, which I gave to Maura's mother when we stopped by her parents' house on the way home.

Electric Light Orchestra - Fire on High (from Face the Music, 1975) - The music is reversible, but time is not. Turn back. Turn back. Turn back. Turn back.

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For no other reason other than I felt like sharing it, here's Captain America's once-and-future romantic interest, superspy Sharon Carter, facing off against the reactionary attitudes of the fifties as embodied by the revivified replacement Bucky of the McCarthy Era. (See, that's why I write so many posts about comics. What other subject would allow me to write sentences like that one?) It's from Captain America & The Falcon #156 (December 1972), by Steve Englehart, Sal Buscema, and Frank McLaughlin:

Peggy Lee - I Enjoy Being a Girl (from Latin ala Lee! 1960) - The good old days? Not really that good, honest.

Bikini Kill - Rebel Girl (from Pussy Whipped, 1993) - What a difference a few decades make...