On Ovation this afternoon, i watched Chuck Workman's "The Source" (a documentary about the Beats... one of the funniest moments was Gregory Corso getting bent all out of shape and ranting because on "Jeopardy" the answer was "Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and William Burroughs were the writers..." i can't remember the exact wording, but basically it was that those three were the writers of this particular literary movement, and the answer was "Who were the Beats?" and Corso is going ballistic because his name isn't one of the ones on "Jeopardy"; my question was: what the hell was Gregory Corso doing watching "Jeopardy" in the first place?) and "Old, Weird America: Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music". It was so... nostalgic!

There's an Ozu movie called "Where Now Are the Dreams of Youth?" In my case, all i have to do is turn on the TV, and there it is: people i knew when i was growing up, and now they're history. (Literally!)