Raw, idiom: b. Informal. in the nude; naked: sunbathing in the raw

Summer solstice. Longest day of the year, my friends! Get outside.

Unless you've been living under a rock the last month or so, you've probably caught wind of the fact that this summer marks the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love. The Chron did a 4-part special a few weeks ago on that summer in 1967, and it's worth a read, even if it's just so that you know how to correctly reference the song "Be Sure to Wear Flowers In Your Hair."* Here's the goodness: www.sfgate.com/summeroflove

The Times fashion section once again shows its, er, "brilliance" with a corresponding article about how - shocker! - fashion is cyclical, which is why all the wannabe starlets lounging around on the streets right now are currently wearing boho fabrics and styles a la the kinds their mothers wore in '67. Profound, ground-breaking journalism at its best.

As for me, I've scored some unexpected tickets for the Yankees/Giants series this weekend, which should be sweet, since the ballpark is already sold out. The minor detail, of course, being that the Giants have been seriously pathetic of late: Zito's crumbling under pressure, the offense is non-existent, and we're only a half-game above the Nationals for worst record in the league. Sigh. Good thing there'll be sunshine and beer.

*My friend Sammy sings it a little differently, and much better, to my mind: "Be Sure to Wear [Nothing But] Flowers In Your Hair." Much more apropos, don't you think?


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