(I am sure that the following applies to men as well as women; but that is not where my attention naturally focuses, so I will keep this post about the women.)

Where ever I have been, there are striking, spectacular women. And in every case I can think of, the women knew it. It is not that these women are more beautiful – they aren't – but they are more attractive. In some strange way, they are more attractive because they are willing to be more attractive. Willing to be seen. Willing to strut.
In some places, like Rome, all the women seem to fall into that category, in other places, like China, most don't.

It is not what they wear, it is how they wear it. I remember watching a beautiful Norteamericana, in Guatemala, try on a huipil that was worn by a striking, young Guatemalan woman. The Norteamericana looked ridiculous but I know why she wanted to try on the huipil – it looked so great on the Guatemalan.

 
But knowing all of this did not prepare me for the photo essay by Hans Silvester of the Surma and Mursi people in Ethiopia. Using mud, leaves, seed pods, and other natural adornments, the women look like they should be on a catwalk.

The slide show, below, shows both men and women (or, boys and girls) and it is hard to always tell which is which. The show starts slow but by image 14, or so, I was hooked.  As Joe Bob used to say "Check it out."Tribus de L'OMO / Hans Silvester

We watched the last episode of Mad Men the other night and re-watched it last night. I was in my early 20's, in the early 60's, the setting for the program and, like all my contemporaries, I remember where I was when I first heard President Kennedy was shot. But, unlike most of them, I missed the drama and shock as it unfolded on TV. I was in the Army at Fort Bliss, without a TV, and we soon spent most of our time packing our HAWK surface to air missile system – thinking we were going to be sent to Cuba to provide air defense for the 101st Airborne.

Seeing the assassination for the first time on TV was powerful and moving and, yes, shocking. Like so much of Mad Men, it was both very familiar and a different world. It seems very real and very alien. It was a time when the country was poorer than today – much poorer – not poorer as in destitute but poorer as in less opulent. We have slowly but steadily become astoundingly  rich since the 1960's and it is easy to forget what it was like to live in a world without air-conditioning, or cell-phones, or color TV.

Mad Men seems to pride itself on being visually accurate. In the program, the suitcases are smaller – except for the very rich, people had less to put in them. In the 60's, even fires were smaller. When camping, we were told to build an Indian fire: a small fire that we would sit close to for warmth. At home, the holiday fire would burn down to embers and we would sit around it in sweaters. Now we keep throwing more wood on so that even the cat doesn't have to get close.

Farmers Markets have to be one of the best retro ideas I can think of.  

Because I am California centric (Californiaophile?), I tend to think of Farmers Markets as being particularly California. Of course they aren't and, I suspect, some of the best Farmer's Markets are in places like the Mississippi Delta. But here, at least, they came out of the whole healthy food revolution movement that started in Berkeley. In many ways, the Berkeley free-speech, hippie, 60's revolution has evolved or devolved (depending on your point of view) into much better food. Watching Mario Savio and other participants in the Free Speech Movement at Cal in the fall of 1964; nobody would have predicted that it would, through a long and circuitous path, lead to heritage tomatoes.

Or, during the early 60's while watching supermarkets drive the corner grocery out of business, nobody thought the corner grocery would come back; let alone, that the farmers would come back into town with their trucks of produce (in the olden days, they were called Truck Farmers). And most surprising of all, that this return to old values would be driven by liberals.

And, in some strange way, the Farmers Market in Menlo Park – where the farmers are  expanding their repertoire – is starting to morph into the City Market in Yangshuo, China.

But still a far cry from a Farmers Market in India

When I heard about the shootings at Ft. Hood, my first reaction was "I hope the shooter is not a Muslim". This is sort of a different take on my usual first reaction when I read about some jerk running a Ponzi Scheme, scamming people on Wall Street – "I hope he is not Jewish."

In most cases, the shooter or con-man lives down to the expectations of the bigots among us (including me). I am afraid that, in the popular imagination, Timothy McVeigh was a lone wolf mass murderer but Nidal Malik Hasan was a Muslim…on a mission. But, just like most Christians aren't lone wolf assholes neither are most Muslims. And, just like there are lots of very funny Christians, there are lots of very funny Muslims. Here is one of them: Kumail Nanjiani, a very funny Pakistani.