Word: goldenly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Speed & Acid. Utopia on the Bay is bounded at one end by the greenery of Golden Gate Park, split down the middle by the fragrant eucalyptus trees of "The Panhandle." Tourist buses have already made The Haight-Ashbury (its residents insist on the definite article) a regular stop. Down the center of Psychedelphia runs Haight Street (which hippies hope to have renamed "Love Street"); the region itself-once the residence of such formidable families as the silver-mining Floods and the couture-vending Magnins-is studded with steamboat-Gothic mansions and psychedelic gathering places like the "I and Thou" coffee...
...York City) and a 100 microgram "tab" of LSD can be had for $4. Some pot peddlers even pass out supermarket-style trading stamps with each purchase. Apart from narcotics arrests, however, the crime rate shows no drastic escalation. During a January "Human Be-In" at Golden Gate Park, 10,000 hippies turned out to sing folk-rock songs, watch a psychedelic parachutist descend from a "high trip," and listen to Hindu prayers by Sometime Guru Allen Ginsberg, who has survived the transition from beat to hip. Even members of Hell's Angels, the roughknuckled, leather-jacketed motorcyclists...
Every country is not only a country but also an idea. The idea of China has haunted-and usually eluded-the Western mind ever since travelers set out to find the dream of golden-roofed Cathay. In the Renaissance, Matteo Ricci, the Italian Jesuit who reported on China under the Ming dynasty, praised the country's "orderly management of the entire realm." In the Age of Reason, Leibniz suggested that what Europe needed was Chinese missionaries to teach "goodness." In the Victorian era, the U.S. Protestant missionary Arthur H. Smith was shocked by China's "indifference to suffering...
PAPER LION, by George Plimpton. The last long football season gave Americans the Super Bowl and the super book on the pro game. Plimpton's prose is worth a dozen coffee-table books filled with full-color pictures of golden boys in muddy pants...
...best-publicized fights in boxing history. Some of his victims were stiffs, but most of them were decidedly more skilled than Clay's critics would admit. Nobody today denies that he is a superb boxer, but Clay himself beclouded that fact long ago in a great golden haze of self-generated mythology about his life outside the ropes-his ridiculous, irreverent verses, his portentous prophecies, his jazzy clothes, his religion, his wife, the draft board that he dodges as agilely as he ducks a left...