3. Crisis Files
4. The Summer of Love never happened
This is a Nederlog of Friday, June 16, 2017.
This is a crisis
log but it is a bit different from how it was the last four years:
I have been writing about the crisis since September 1, 2008 (in Dutch) and about
the enormous dangers of surveillance (by secret services and
by many rich commercial entities) since June 10, 2013, and I probably will
continue with it, but on the moment
I have several problems with my computer, my modem, the company that is
supposed to take care that my site is visible, and my health.
It may be that I'll be off for a few weeks, that is, I will
publish nothing or little for a few weeks. I don't know yet,
but I will keep you informed in Nederlog.
what I will do for the moment - since I am still looking at 35
sites every morning - is to list the items I selected,
but without any of my
comments. Today I selected five items, and they are below
and link to the originals, but on the moment I have no comments,
basically because that takes too much work on the moment.
As I have said above, I am writing less these weeks for various
reasons. These are the eighth ten of my aphoristical reactions  to Chamfort's aphorisms:
Human stupidity is one of the great forces of history.
To get ahead in society and not be a phoney one needs a large
A secret that's not kept secret is no secret.
Most men are as interested in real knowledge as asses are interested in
mathematics: It gives them no joy whatsoever, and it doesn't help them
eat or make a career either.
The knowledge most men are
truly interested in involves scandal and sensation, not science.
To learn to forego personal pleasure for social approval is
one way of making people more social and cooperative.
There is no true philosophy without prior destruction of most of the
cant and superstition one was raised in and educated with.
There is so much pain, misery and danger in any human life, that it is
easy not to fear death.
Most men differ so little from their fellows, that they have no special
value of their own.
There is more from where the above comes from.
3. Crisis Files
have been writing on the crisis since September
1, 2008 (Dutch) and
with considerably more attention since June
10, 2013 (English).
If you check out the crisis index you will find that I wrote in over
eight years nearly 1600 files, that nearly all consisted of a
reference to one or more articles that were partially quoted and mostly
I will continue with that, simply because I think the crisis is
a very important social, political and economical event, but
meanwhile I have turned 67 and need a little rest,
so what I'll be doing the coming weeks (at least), is selecting 3 to 6
files from the 35
sites I consult every morning to see what's happening in the
world of politics and econonomics, and present them, but now without
Here is today's selection:
1. Rep. John Conyers: Why I Am Suing President Trump
all well worth reading (and the last is not a crisis item).
2. Will Mexico Go for the Anti-Trump Candidate?
3. How Vladimir Putin Sees the World
4. A Wave of Anger Crashes over Britain
5. From religious reflection to mummy vlogs: diaries through the
4. The Summer of Love never happened.
I mentioned the Monterey Pop Festival (including several links: it
started 50 years ago today), and today I am briefly considering "the
summer of love", and do so with the help of an article in the San
Francisco Chronicle, called "Summer of Love: Paradise that never was lives on in legend".
Here is the first bit:
The Summer of Love never happened.
And this is more or less, though not quite, what I learned from the Diggers (who definitely were not hippies, as they stressed themselves), although the Diggers are not mentioned at all in this article.
something definitely happened in San Francisco 50 years ago this
summer, but it wasn’t the idyllic frolic and utopian pastoral that is
the popular mythology.
That happened the year before.
the dawn of the so-called Summer of Love in 1967, hippies were
officially not welcome in San Francisco. But even after being
specifically uninvited by Mayor John F. Shelley, as well as warned off
by the entire Board of Supervisors, youth from across America by the
tens of thousands descended on San Francisco as soon as school let out.
The sidewalks of Haight Street soon clogged with inelegant, itinerant
they were seeking had already evaporated for the most part, and, with
their arrival, all but vanished entirely. By July, there was open
warfare on Haight Street between the hippies and the police. Muni
rerouted buses to keep the solid citizens safe from the mini-Sodom. In
August, George Harrison of the Beatles toured the streets of
Haight-Ashbury, trailed like the Pied Piper by a procession of the
flotsam and jetsam that had washed up on Haight Street sidewalks that
summer. He later reported the experience turned him off using drugs for
the rest of his life.
the end of that summer, the flower children had been replaced by the
street people, and the whole hippie thing was headed for the hills.
Also, one of the things I don't agree with is the description of "hippies" as "misfits": Some of them were, but most of them were simply 17 to 25 year olds who had for
the most part a decent background, and who were experimenting with
life, and who would, eventually, sooner or later, end up mostly as
their parents had.
There is also this:
was an amazing time. At the center of the Haight-Ashbury’s genuine
sense of community was a raft of remarkable rock bands, crazy artistic
virtuosos, almost entirely unheard of at the time outside San Francisco.
This is one of the points at which the writer could have mentioned the Diggers, for they were mostly responsible for the "genuine sense of community" around Haight-Ashbury, at least in the end of 1966 and during the first half of 1967, and they also
organized quite a few free events with Jefferson Airplane and with
Janis Joplin and The Holding Company and with the Grateful Dead.
But he doesn't and sides with the famous and rich. Here is the last bit that I'll quote from this article:
even being heard outside the ballrooms, San Francisco bands bloomed in
the imagination of the counterculture everywhere. The new album “Sgt.
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” by the Beatles, due to be released in
June, was preceded by headline news around the world that the members
of the group had all “experimented” with LSD. In May, Paul McCartney
borrowed Frank Sinatra’s Learjet to make a stealth visit to San
Francisco, carrying a test pressing of the new album when he arrived
unannounced at a Jefferson Airplane rehearsal. Everybody repaired to
the Airplane mansion, their massive Fulton Street Victorian across the
street from Golden Gate Park, for a psychedelic summit.
that seem to be the main lessons of "the hippie movement" (judged by the San Francisco Chronicle): It was good
for Jefferson Airplane and good for the Beatles and good for more famous musicians.
I don't deny it, but - it seems to me - this wasn't much for a report about 1967, about
which there would be much to tell.
summer, the Airplane was the hottest new band in the country. The
band’s second album, “Surrealistic Pillow,” had been released in
February and had already launched two major hit singles — “Somebody to
Love” and “White Rabbit” — that were both instant hippie anthems.
After the Monterey Pop Festival, the entire music world turned its attention on San Francisco.
I'll see what more I can find (but don't hold your breath).
 These are aphorisms of my own. I like them and therefore reproduce them. Nicolas Chamfort was French and lived from 1741-1794. He was extremely witty. (And I admit neither he nor I are friendly about the majority.)