We said we wanted revolution

We said we wanted revolution

In the autumn of 1970, I dropped out of U.C. Berkeley, took a job with an ecology group, and moved into a hippie pad on the corner of Ridge Road and Leroy Street. I should have finished my M.A. in Journalism that spring, but in April, after heated demonstrations over...
Night of the living fields

Night of the living fields

Don’t look now, but the fields of the British Isles are up to something. It seems that the UK has gained two million people in the past 10 years and lacks sufficient places to put them. Therefore, the Planning Minister has suggested that flats and houses be...
A steady diet of spam

A steady diet of spam

“Just delete it immediately,” says my friend the haiku poet. “Don’t be tempted to read it. Because if you read it, you might think, ‘well, this one’s okay,’ but trust me, it’s not. If it’s marked as spam, it’s spam, and you should just delete it without reading it,...